#I feel like it should because damn this is such a good combo!

[beanghostprincess]

the monster trio are various flavors of audhd (all strawhats are neurodivergent, but they the most)

luffy is high empathy, stimming, bluntness and audioprocessing disorder

zoro is hyperfocus, sleepy, good at maths and flat affect

sanji is infodumping, special interest (cooking), rigid rules (don't hurt women, don't use hands, etc) and difficulty with regulating emotions

Agree completely 🫶🏻 There is not a single neurotypical person in this crew !! That's why they love each other so much, they just get each other. In general, I think that the whole "misfits finding a found family" trope is incredibly neurodivergent coded but I think that specifically with the strawhats there is like, a fundamental obvious understanding that none of them are neurotypical. Like there is no way. I know it's meant to be very general for people who don't fit in to relate, but keeping in mind that most of the time the reason people don't fit in is because of living in a normative, neurotypical society... Idk. I just feel like the strawhats were all meant to be for neurodivergent people.

This being said !!!

AAAAAAAAAA I love the monster trio being neurodivergent. Mainly because I know it'd bother sooo many dudebros. And also because it makes so much sense and it's very very very real to me.

Luffy can't stop moving or doing stuff because it is painfully boring to be doing nothing, so he's always finding new things to do because short attention span and hyperactivity in a crew where everybody has their own stuff to do?? Not a good combo. So he's always seeing what he can do to not get bored. I think he's always touching Zoro's earrings absentmindedly like-- It's not even on purpose. He just does it. Also, being made of rubber has to be the best thing for stimming with your own body ngl. He's sooo direct and honest and blunt because he genuinely doesn't get why people don't think the same as him, but he doesn't have to get it to be emotionally attached and help you out because he makes other people's emotions his. Also add info-dumping right there because I know this guy is the biggest nerd about beetles and will talk to anybody who asks about them. They might be talking about something that has nothing in common with them and he brings them up anyway. Also! I adore the APD headcanon??? You're so right and it fits him SO well.

Zoro is my absolute beloved here because he has so much depth and feels and knows so much but people always characterize him as stoic and emotionless and like,, He just has a hard time showing it visually but he feels stuff deeply. He's always training and it almost feels like the world around him vanishes and he's always sooo eepy. Eepy boy. I get it. I think he almost finds it frustrating tbh like- We never talk about that but I think it's a bit bothersome for him sometimes? Also he's my favorite math genius and he might be shitty at directions but damn he's good at this. Also he likes things to be perfectly placed and everything to be in patterns of 3, thank you.

Sanji is the realest for me-- Don't ask him about the All Blue (please do) because he will start talking like crazy for hours and hours and hours with the brightest of smiles. If somebody wants to know about his cooking like, actually know what he's doing, he won't shut up. Somebody mentions any animal or vegetable or fruit and the guy is already telling you all the ways it can be cooked. He has a lil voice in his head telling him constantly what he should and shouldn't do btw and I also hc that he has to have everything in the right place or else he loses his mind completely. And that's tied to not being able to regulate emotions properly-- So he's constantly extremely anxious or feeling waves of sadness or just, extreme emotions in general.

[krisseratops]

For @symbruary day 12: Symbiotify a non-symbiote character: Agonized Jessie from Team Life Foundation! They would make a great match, actually!

Gotta KILL them all!

[anabdaniels]

A taste of what you asked for

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female reader

Summary: Jack decides to prove you that not only his mustache can have a porn vibe.

Word counting: 1.6k

Rating: +18

Warnings: Oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, love bites, creampie, rough sex (but not that rough), undertones of the author's polemic opinions toward some sex positions, Jack being a talented bastard when it comes to sex.

A/N: I'll not explain myself about this one hahaha. I saw a tweet of a girl complaining about her boyfriend shaving his mustache without warning her beforehand and my brain started to work.

Divider from: @saradika-graphics

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Unworriedly scrolling your phone, you were lying on your back on the bed while you could hear Jack’s little noises while taking care of his beloved mustache in the en-suite bathroom. A few minutes later you heard the shower running and smiled as you smelled the scent of your shampoo that Jack swore you would never notice he casually stole.

When Jack came out of the bathroom only with the towel wrapped around his waist you didn’t waste the chance to take a look at him, analyzing every part of your handsome husband. Noticing your attention over him, Jack approached the bed with a smirk, crawling on the mattress to get close to you, planting a teasing kiss on your shoulder as he settled by your side.

You stopped for a moment, realizing that something seemed out of place, not realizing what it was immediately, but needed no more than a couple seconds to find out, sitting on the bed with an intrigued expression.

“No, you can't have done this.” You said in pure perplexity while touching the spot at Jack’s face where his sideburns were supposed to be “Daniels you haven't.”

“Why do you seem so surprised, sweetheart?” Jack laughed pulling you to lay on top of him “I told you I was considering doing it a few days ago, remember?”

“I thought you were just bluffing about shaving your sideburns, I didn't believe you would betray me like that.” You explained while still running your fingers on the sides of his face.

“Betray you?” Jack raised an eyebrow with a curious grin while caressing the sides of your body.

“How should I feel with you casually showing up with your sideburns shaved without giving me a single warning before?” you raised both of your eyebrows as you got comfortable on top of him “If you ever dare to touch this mustache, you'll be a divorced man.”

“Y’know I would never damage my mustache, sugar. But now you tempted me just for the sake of seeing you this mad about it.” He retorted in his cocky manner, making you roll your eyes.

“You really can’t spend a day without being bitchy, hum?” you said softly slapping his bicep.

“Jesus Christ, you’re the first woman that gets pissed because your husband cares about looking good.” Jack pinched your cheek teasingly, with that damn seductive smirk on his lips.

“I never said that.” You contradicted promptly, lifting your head from his chest to look at his face “What got me was the surprise element.”

“So you’re not that unhappy at all.” He concluded while grabbing your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“Of course not, I mean, I had nothing against your 70s porn sideburns and mustache combo, but I ain’t finding any problem with the new look.” You squinted at the moment he burst into a laugh.

“70s porn, honey? Really?” he questioned raising one eyebrow, still smirking.

“I haven’t created the concept.” You shrugged, biting your bottom lip as he rolled on the bed, letting you underneath him.

“But something tells me you enjoy the whole thing.”

“I do actually.” You confirmed while your idle hands moved to unwrap the towel off his waist, smiling satisfied as you saw his cock proudly erect.

“Then I may give you a bit of help to keep your little fantasies fed.” Jack spoke as his hands moved under your dress, lifting it and getting you rid of it with no ceremony. You intended to ask what he was planning, but he gave you no time as he flipped you on the bed and started to trail kisses down your spine, making you shiver all over.

As he did with your dress, Jack got rid of your panties, smiling at the sight of you so beautifully relaxed on the bed. Not wanting to waste such an opportunity, he squeezed your thighs and kissed your lower back, moving down to kiss your rear, only moving forward after biting one of your buttcheeks. Carefully, Jack grabbed your hips, lifting them until your knees were resting on the mattress; he wasn’t a jerk, Jack perfectly remembered how you warned him that having you on all fours was completely out of the question, unless it was for a bit of harmless foreplay, so you knew exactly how that was going to end even before you felt another soft bite on your butt.

Wanting to appreciate that great view of you spread open right in front of him, Jack took his time, kissing all over your thighs, hips, and ass before starting to approach your already wet core. He savored and covered with kisses every inch of skin from your outer lips, then to the inner lips, causing you to whine and smash the nearest pillow you could reach when his low groan reverberated against your pussy as his tongue buried on your entrance. You didn’t even try to keep rested on your elbows, letting your face and chest sink into the bed as you unconsciously pranced up your rear against his face, contorting and whimpering more at every move of his tongue.

Giving you no chance to foresee it, Jack moved ahead, sucking your swollen clit as his hands gently massaged your ass, getting you completely out of your mind as you sighed, moaned, and bit the pillow you were squeezing, feeling your heart beating on your throat and your breath messed while you concentrated on enjoy the marvelous work of his mouth on your clit accompanied by the sporadic little nudges of his nose on your entrance. You did the best you could to keep yourself together for a little longer, but Jack knew way too well what he was doing to give you a chance to keep your composure, so you followed your body’s urges, moving your hips along with his tongue, arching your back and crying out when you finally got your release, feeling your strength vanishing and your hips falling back on the bed as the effects of your orgasm spread all over your body.

You were more than ready to just lay down completely boneless for a few minutes, but of course, that wouldn’t going to happen yet, after all, Jack Daniels wasn’t a man of left a task unfinished or play at work, if you thought that his mustache alone passed a 70s porn vibe, then he would provide you with a performance that matched your opinions.

After gently apart your legs, Jack placed himself between them, resting his elbows on the bed while kissing your shoulder and the curve of your neck. When you were recomposed enough to turn your head and look at him, no second thoughts were necessary for him to go on and kiss you hungrily, moving his tongue into your mouth as his torso was softly pressed against your back. You choked on your breath as he smoothly moved inside you, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix softly and it kept like that even with his thrusts not being precisely gentle; of course, Jack was more than aware that too much energy on his move could end up with your cervix being hit in a not so pleasant way, but he also knew very well how to manage his pace to not cause you any discomfort, even while railing you so energetically like that.

As your head leaned back for you to catch your breath, Jack couldn’t help but grin at the beautiful sight of you taken by the pleasure he was providing you with, feeling his urge for every inch of your body growing wilder. He passed one arm around the upper part of your torso, keeping your shoulders pressed against his chest while he covered you with kisses and praises, wondering how he could be so lucky to have you to call his, to love dearly every day and fuck well every night.

Even feeling like your body was out of control, you managed to move one hand back, resting it on Jack’s nape and grabbing his hair tight. He sighed heavily and rested his head against yours, only then giving you the chance to realize how good it felt to rub your face against his without a sideburn scratching your cheek. Your free hand rested on Jack's forearm that was holding you close, your nails digging into his skin as your cunt became more sensitive to his steady rough pace, making you pulse involuntarily around his already throbbing cock. As it became more common with the passing time you were married and knew better how each other’s bodies worked, you and Jack fell apart together, remaining at the mess of tangled limbs you two had become while both of you enjoyed your orgasms.

At the very moment Jack moved to lay on his back on the bed, he pulled you to rest on his chest, caressing your back and kissing the top of your head. You made sure to snuggle yourself comfortably, letting one leg on top of him. He smiled at the very moment he saw the slight mark of his teeth on your butt and caressed the spot gently, making you moan quietly and move one hand to his face, letting your fingers move along, taking a little long on the region his sideburns used to be.

“You’ll really not forgive me for that?” he questioned playfully, looking at you.

“On the contrary, I was actually planning to tell you to keep like this. I can live happily having only your mustache.” You admitted looking at him with a smile, chuckling when he shook his head.

“You’ll be the death of me someday, sugarcube.” Jack rested one hand on your cheek, leaning to give you a gentle peck on the lips before nestling you even more between his arms.

@missladym1981

[axeoverblade]

Morales Twin Au x fem! reader

Morales twins x fem! reader

Synopsis! It was fairly obvious you had crush on your long term best friend, Miles Morales. It was also obvious that his twin brother Milo, was a pain in your ass.

PT 1 > PT 2 (current)

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Genre: Fluff, slight angst if you squint, slight suggestion if you squint

Warnings: strong language I think that’s it

Word count: 3.3k

Authors comments: if you were in the taglist but not @ it’s because someone deleted it! sorry for my long break guys but I’m back, Been a lil stressed but hopefully this makes up for it <3

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E! 1610 Miles > Miles

E! 42 Miles > Milo

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Miles was irritated to say the least.

Everytime you would come over to see him, somehow his counterpart always got involved. It had gotten to the point that when you left, he would find himself angry with Milo.

Sure he knew it wasn’t Milo’s fault he was mad. Truthfully there wasn’t anything wrong with you interacting with Milo.

But this wasn’t how you two normally interacted.

Miles saw the way Milo’s eyes lingered when you would walk away, a little too long for his liking. Or how you would just somehow always find yourself play-fighting with Milo. And not the usual MMA brawls you two used to have-, no. Just somehow, it would always end with Milo holding you waist and you two laughing, screaming at him to let go of you.

Miles didn’t know why this made him so annoyed. I mean, he knew it was different to see you and Milo being kind to each other, but it shouldn’t have made him mad.

For the longest, Miles knew he was the only twin you enjoyed being around.

He knew how much you hated Milo. You would talk about how much you wanted to stick Milo’s hand in a dish disposal.

But now? You looked at his hands carefully to see the designs of his rings, sometimes even trying them on.

He should be happy if anything, all he’s ever wanted was for you three to be able to hang out peacefully.

But this was too damn peaceful.

Every weekend you found yourself at the Morales home, this weekend being no different.

And just like usual, you were arguing with Milo. “You talk too much” he mumbled as he rolled his eyes, grabbing a cup from the cabinet. You glared at him as you leaned on the counter next to him, scowling. “Boy you know good and well I will not hesitate to pop you in your throat.” You scoffed, taking a sip from your water.

He chuckled, “stay mad I beat you. Not my fault you trash.” He shrugged as he filled his cup with juice, looking at you amused as he put the lid back on.

“You won barely.” You held your thumb and pointer finger up together in close proximity to further your point. “And you got in my way, I would’ve won if you didn’t wave yo’ hand in my face.” You smacked your lips, looking away from him with an eye roll.

“All I’m hearin’ is excuses ma. Just admit I’m better than you will ever be.”

“Shut yo daddy long leg ass up”, you rolled your eyes looking at his figure up and down. The gray sweats and black wife beater combo he was wearing clearly showed how lanky (yet oddly muscular) he was. He smirked at you, “you just wanted n’ excuse to call me daddy”.

A small ‘tuh’ left your lips, “if I wanted to call you daddy I would’ve said so”. He turned to fully face you, walking slightly closer so he was right in front of you.

He grabbed your chin, forcing eye contact with you as he licked his lips. “We both know you want to”.

You stared at him wide eyed, ignoring the feeling of heat slightly raising to your cheeks.

Milo burst out cackling, almost spilling his juice on you. “Your face! You look like a lemur.” He held his stomach, closing his eyes, thinking what he said was so funny.

Furrowing your eyebrows at his odd (and somewhat disturbing) comparison, you rolled your eyes and walked past him. “You doin too much. And hurry up Miles is waiting for us-, annoyin’ ass”

“Wait for me King Julian!”

“Milo swear I won’t kill you”

Another weekend at the Miles Morales home.

This time Rio was cooking dinner. She had assigned you and Milo to go to the small store on the corner and fetch some more cilantro and lime.

Usually, Miles and you would be the ones assigned store duties, but Rio decided today was the day she would teach Miles to not burn the house down with his cooking.

…

“Ew look at that rat” you pointed disgusted, seeing the large half bald rat scurrying around quickly a few feet away. Milo turned his head away from the creature “why would you point that out.” He scowled, walking a little quicker. “Aye don’t leave me with that!” You caught up to him, turning back a few times to make sure it wasn’t getting any closer.

The trip to the store was quick. It didn’t take longer than a few minutes, plus you had picked out a few snacks for the twins and you to share.

As you were walking home with Milo, you saw a small cardboard box with the word free written across it.

With a quick glance at Milo, you realized he hadn’t noticed. Before he even saw that you were walking away from him, you were already crouching in front of the box.

Milo halted realizing you weren’t next to him anymore. Mildly concerned, he looked around quickly.

He spotted you a few feet back with your hand in a random box.

Quickly walking over to you, the furrow in his eyebrows never left. “Y/n ‘the hell you doin?”

When he got closer, he saw the black kitten in the box. He also noticed how the kitten had taken a liking to you.

“No.”

You turned to him offended, “Milo, we can’t just leave it here.”

“That’s exactly what we’re going to do. Now get up and cmon’” he lightly tugged your free hand. “Milo what if it dies out here?” He sighed, “The next person will get it. Ain’t our concern.”

You frowned, looking into his eyes. “Milo I can’t leave it. It has no one.”

“Ma, neither one of our homes has room or the time for a kitten. They pee everywhere and they stink. Plus they mean as hell. No.”

…

The wide smile on your face could’ve been spotted from a mile away. It didn’t take much after to convince Milo to take the cat with you two; it now in your coat pocket as you walked home.

He was annoyed at first, but after you forced him to interact with the kitten, he was quick to mumble out “maybe we can sneak 'em around”.

Milo wasn’t going to tell you the real reason the cat could tag along was because he simply couldn’t refuse with the way you were looking at him. Your face painted with big doe eyes and a slight pout made it almost impossible for him to ever say no.

And the wide happy smile that followed after he said yes?

Folded him like a damn chair.

…

You figured out she was a girl, and both decided on the name ‘Mila’.

Though Milo would never admit it, he loved the name. He loved even more the reasoning behind it.

“What should we name her?” You said, staring at her as you held her like simba in the opening scene of lion king.

“Ion know, it’s your cat.” He shrugged, lightly pulling you and kept walking so you could get back to the house.

“It’s our cat, we found her together. We’re her parents now.” You said mindlessly tucking her into your pocket, lightly rubbing her head as it stuck out.

Milo glanced at you. He knew you didn’t mean the way it came out but his brain immediately ran with the implication of having a kid with you. And even if it was just a cat, it brought an unexpected swelling to his heart.

“Mila.” He said softly, looking at you.

You smiled at her, not noticing Milo was gazing at you, “awe, that’s yo name from yo daddy, girl. It’s probably the only contribution he will ever make but at least it’s something” you said jokingly, petting her head.

He smiled at you, lightly licking his lips with a small head shake before looking away.

“Welcome to the family Mila.”

Another weekend at the Morales household and you found yourself in the kitchen.

Tonight was movie night for the three of you, which meant endless snacks and drinks were going to be shoved down your throat until you were stuffed to the brim. Was it healthy? Absolutely not. But does it taste good? 100%

But there was a predicament. Your “assigned” cup was on the highest shelf, and happened to be right out of your reach. You would’ve climbed on the counter to get it, but last time you tried to Jeff damn near killed you for “putting your nasty feet on his fresh cooking counters”, so that was off the table.

Usually Miles would be the one to get your cup because of the location. But when you called out for him to come in and help there was no response.

That was until Milo walked in, a slight hunch in shoulders as he walked lazily into the room. He smacked his lips, “He’s setting up the movie, whatchu want?” His tone, though somewhat annoyed, was oddly soft.

With a quick roll of the eyes you pointed to the cup in question. “Can you grab that f’me?”

He looked at you blankly for a second before nodding. “You know you don’t always gotta use that cup right?” He said amused, seeing the other cup selections that you could reach.

“Yea but that’s my cup.” You said matter of factly, facing your back to the counter so you could lean against it. He shrugged, walking closer towards you. “Whatever helps you sleep at night ma.”

He reached over you grabbing the cup.

His cologne was strong in your nostrils, such a gentle yet masculine scent wafted through your senses. It was intoxicating, yet not enough to be overwhelming.

You noticed the slight freckles that rested through Milo’s neck ran up his jaw. He had a very small amount of soft beard hair he had started to grow, barely visible had you not been looking so hard.

“Starings rude ma.” Milo said as held the cup, breaking you out of your trance.

You looked into his eyes, “Don’t flatter yourself sir.”.

Milo was oddly close, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable by any means.

If anything it felt natural, as if this is how close he should be at all times. “You seem to be flattering me ‘nough for the both of us.” He teased, his voice stringing deeper and huskier than usual.

You didn’t miss the small glance he held at your lips, his eyes lingering for a second before meeting your gaze again.

The air became thicker. It didn’t feel nauseating or suffocating though. It felt like a blanket had been placed over your body, effectively making you feel hot inside.

It was a feeling you had only ever felt at the thought of Miles.

Milo licked his lips as his eyes trailed up and down your features. There was an unrecognizable look in his eye. And even though unfamiliar, the way he was gazing at you sent a rupture of butterflies through your stomach all the way to your heart.

“Guys I got the movie on.” Miles walked into the kitchen, his attention placed on the phone in his hand.

Milo swiftly placed the cup on the counter next to you and moved back to the opposite counter. “You guys ready?” Milo asked as he looked up, a large smile playing at his face.

Milo looked at you once more before answering “yea.”

The Morales household was quieter than usual. Jeff and Rio had left for the night on a ‘one night parent only’ vacation, trusting you and the twins to be civil for their night out.

The soft moonlight shined through the window of Miles' room, caressing his floor.

As you were laying in his bed, he was sprawled out on top of you holding you close; something that would happen often at your sleepovers.

Miles had fallen asleep on you over thirty minutes ago; leaving you staring at the ceiling as he cuddled you.

Saying you were bored was an understatement. But you knew he often didn’t get to sleep well, so waking him wasn’t an option.

Letting your state of uninterest in sleep win, you attempted to wiggle his limbs off of you to make leeway to leave.

He mumbled gently under his breath, telling you to ‘stay still’. You stopped for a second, contemplating listening to his drowsy pleas.

Had you not been bright eyes and bushy tailed you most likely would’ve, but laying in a dark room with nothing to do but stay still absentmindedly was beyond even your infatuation for the boy. Sighing out a quick apology and a promise to return soon, you snuck out of his grasp.

Making a split second decision, you decided on heading to the kitchen for a snack.

The home was calm, an unoften serene that only happened in the dead night. It was just you and the JBL that stayed in the kitchen together.

Connecting your phone to the speaker, you turned on your soft Spanish playlist. You decided to take the initiative to clean the dishes that you three had piled up over the night. Even though you created the least amount of the mess.

…

The late night snack you had originally planned on getting had been tossed out the window.

The Music aided dearly in making the cleaning process quicker, swaying your hips to the soft sounds of guitar and humming along to whomever was singing as the songs ran on. Even if you could only pick out bits and pieces of the words they spoke as the dishes clinking was sometimes louder than the music, you mumbled what you could make out.

You were truly at peace.

You were unaware that Milo was still awake in his room playing on his console.

Hearing the soft Melodie’s coming from the kitchen, he hopped off the game to see what was happening. After sneakily making his way to the kitchen, he saw your dancing figure cleaning.

Leaning against the entrance to the kitchen, he watched you attentively; eyes following every movement you made.

Milo knew the way he felt in his chest was beyond infatuation for you at this point. He truly wasn’t sure to be relieved at the fact that you were unaware of his feelings, or want to crumple up into a ball. But as long asn you still liked his brother, it was for the best you didn’t know.

As the song came to an end the humming from your lips continued. Finishing up washing the dishes and setting them aside, Milo crept up behind you.

Placing his hands lightly on your hips, you jolted, startled by the presence behind you. You quickly turned around breaking the grasp he had on your hips, looking to see who had broken your serene. Of course.

Lightly punching his chest, you glared at him annoyed, “what the hell Milo! I damn near had a heart attack.”, you carefully whisper-shouted, in hopes to not wake Miles.

You turned back around to rinse out the sink, expecting him to move away from you, but he stayed behind you.

The soft sound of Natalia Lafourcade's voice filled the room, gentle music of “Soledad y el Mar” playing over the speaker.

Still feeling Milo’s presence behind you, you tilted your head over your shoulder.

“Do you need somethin-”

“Dance with me.”

He cut you off, his hands gently making their way back to your waist. You stared at him bemused, “I-what? No. I’m cleaning-” “dance with me.” He reiterated, “One song, this song and I’ll leave you alone.” You narrowed your eyes at him. You sighed, wiping your hands with the towel next to the sink. “You’ll leave me alone?” He nodded lightly, “For now. Damn just baila conmigo mujer.” Rolling your eyes, you nodded.

A lazy grin made its way to his face as he grabbed your hand gently turning you around, pulling you into his chest.

…

Oddly enough, you two quickly fell in sync. It was almost- nice.

He placed his hands around your waist again as you hummed lightly to rythm, swaying your hips against his.

He nestled his head into your shoulder.

A soft sigh escaped both your lips at the same time. You were surprised as he hummed with you to the cadence of her voice, “You know this song?” You whispered lightly, but loud enough that he could understand you. “Mi mamá plays music like this all the time when she cooks. It’s usually Ismael Rivera, but she has a few different people.” His mumble fell gently into the cusp of your neck. You hummed, nodding understandingly; recalling all the times you would hear Rio play her music as she cooked when you would hang out with Miles.

What he failed to tell you was that his dad would do just as he did when he saw his mother humming to the soft sounds of Spanish serenades in the kitchen. Jeff would whisk her away and dance with her; sweet affirmations of his love falling into her neck. Milo would catch them all the time when he and Miles were in their rooms, usually coming out for a moment to get water but instead ending up watching them silently from the hallway.

As the song neared its end he held you close, the rhythm you two had built slowly turning into a soft rock.

The feeling was oddly domestic, too domestic. It made you wonder- more of a realization than piqued curiosity- if you wouldn’t mind doing this again.

If you wouldn’t mind seeing Milo’s face when you went to bed or woke up in the morning.

If-, that you wouldn’t mind having a future with Milo.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, Miles woke up noticing the warmth from your embrace was gone indicating you weren’t in his room anymore.

He decided to get up, thinking you were in the kitchen getting a snack. As he walked out his room quietly, he heard the sound of two voices, your and his twin.

He stood silently in the hallway watching the sight in the kitchen. His face contorted from tired to a very displeased look, jealousy enveloping his body as he watched what was happening.

You would only do things like this with him, only share such loving embraces with him, not his counterpart.

When did you two become so close?

As his eyebrows furrowed, he went back to his room; choosing against ruining happiness that radiated from the two of you,

choosing to return to his bed cold and alone.

BONUS:

As the song ended, Laura Fygis rendition of “sabor a mi” replaced the tune. Milo gently let go of you with a small sigh, turning to leave you alone after one song as promised.

With a quick bite of your lip and a moment’s contemplation, you gently grabbed his bicep stopping him from leaving.

He turned his head over his shoulder to look at you, “you and I both know it’s criminal to not dance to this song.” You raised a brow, avoidantly asking him to dance with you again.

A smirk reached his lips, his eyes glistening, “Just say you can’t get enough a’me ma.” His hands swiftly lead right back to waist, smoothly joining your footing in sync once more.

“Don’t ruin the moment morales”

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After Last Night: The First Date

So...I got encouraged about starting the ALN drabble series since I kind of hinted at it, and received feedback to do so...you voted and the first date wins!

Summary: It’s official! Jungkook wants to have the perfect first date. 

Pairing: best friends to lovers, Jungkook X female reader 

Warnings: None really, maybe a few curse words, light choking during a kiss, This is really fluffy and cute. Jungkook is a simp and we love that for OC! Pet names, kissing, just super cute!

Word count:3K -got carried away bc I love them :)

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It’s been about two weeks since he asked if he could be your boyfriend. He has been busy with work and everything, but he’s still made time for you. He just knows you deserve more than cuddles and sex -not that he hates either of these by any means. Jungkook has been on his A-game the whole time. He's made sure to plan the most perfect date. You haven’t pressured him about one, but he still feels he should treat you like a princess.

He had Jimin call up Yoongi- who is really hard to get ahold of. Partially because he’s revealed he plans on expanding on the restaurant he owns with Jungkook’s older brother. Luckily today, Yoongi had a bit of free time. He even tried Taehyung, but he was busy helping Namjoon set up a new space. Namjoon left the company due to Seojun’s promotion. Hobi was out of town working on some fashion pieces for his upcoming collection. Your brother was way too obvious, and If he had tried his older brother Jin- you really would have known. So yup, that leaves Yoongi. 

Jungkook’s currently in the flower shop getting a custom bouquet of both of your birth flowers. He was still stuck on what color paper to get them wrapped in.  He swears he didn’t know it would be this difficult. He just wants you to be impressed, he wants you to feel like you made a good choice trusting him with your heart. So today has to be perfect!

“Hi, do you need help?” An elderly woman approaches him at the perfect time. Paying attention to her clothes, Jungkook can tell she works here. 

“Uhh…Yeah what color paper should someone get, does stuff like that matter?” He asks her as he looks at all the different ones in front of him 

Jungkook has bought flowers before, but he never went to an actual florist for them to make his own bouquet combo. He would just buy someone the ones in a grocery store most of the time. 

The older woman chuckles “You’re asking about paper? She must be special, I’d get a neutral-colored paper so it doesn’t take away from the flowers. Plus, you’re gonna put them in a vase. Don’t think too much.”

He nods. She’s right, this is her field of knowledge anyway. 

He’s still not satisfied though. 

“Mmm, can I double the amount of flowers? This doesn’t seem like enough.”  he rubs his palms against his jeans, his bottom lip poking out at the bouquet in front of him. He’s down bad, and there simply aren’t enough flowers to give someone as pretty as you. 

“A big bouquet? she’s definitely special! Sure thing. I’m gonna take a guess and say you’re the tiger lily in the situation?” She questions him gathering more flowers. 

He runs his hands through his hair and looks down at his shoes. Damn, he really is obvious. It’s not his fault, he just loves you that much. “How did you know?” He questions. 

“You have smitten lover boy written all over you. You’re worried about paper. I’ve never seen someone so stuck on that. Most men just let me wrap them in whatever, or choose black.” She continues. “Would you like to add a message?”

He nods and takes the pen and card from her. Writing a simple and sweet message. He pays, thanks her for the help, and makes his way

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His next stop is setting up the rooftop of your favorite childhood hideout.  He even asked Jimin and his mom for baby pictures of you both to put into a snow globe. He’s been coming here thirty minutes before work every day to make sure the floor was swept, the area was free of any trash or things that could make you fall. You guys haven’t been here in a while. 

He decides to check in with his older brother Jin, to see if he thinks what he’s planned is a good idea.

“Hello?”- thankfully he answered his call. 

“Hey hyung, are you busy? Do you have a moment?” Jungkook is desperate for a second opinion. 

“Sure. What’s up?”

“I’m really nervous. I know you’re probably tired of me calling you about my girlfriend, but can I tell you what I’ve planned? Can you tell me if I’m being a little paranoid about her not liking it ?” He says while glancing over his work, phone pressed to his ear, scuffing his feet as he walks to have a seat. 

“Sure Kook, go ahead. I’m listening. Also not tired of hearing about your girlfriend, yet. At least this is one I actually love, and approve of.” Jin really does love you, you’re like his little sister in a sense. Always at the house to spend time with his baby brother as a kid. He’s fond of you for sure. 

“A rooftop dinner, at our childhood hideout”

There’s nothing but silence. 

“Uhh…Hyung…why haven’t you said anything? Is It childish?” Jungkook is really nervous. What is taking Jin so long to answer?

“I’m here. You had more than one so I had to think. The one on the roof? That’s cute man! “ Jin’s impressed. That’s a good sign. 

“Yes, that one! I made a bunch of her favorite foods, set up a projector for movie night, and got a flower bouquet It’s a mix of our birth flowers, and bean bags for the movie, I also got her a gift but like is that too much?” He’s really questioning it all. Normally Jungkook wouldn’t be so unsure. You’re just his everything. You fill him with a great sense of joy. Getting this right is crucial. 

“She’s going to love it.” His brother states on the other end of the phone calming your boyfriend down. 

“You’ve known her your whole life, don’t be so scared Kook. You know her better than anyone else and luckily she feels the same way. Be yourself, that’s who she fell for.” Jin tells him. 

“You’re right hyung! Thank you for always listening to me. I know I’m a lot.” Jungkook makes sure he expresses his gratitude. He’s thankful for Jin. Truly means it. 

“Yes, you are a lot. Now make her the happiest girl on earth.”

“Will do!” Jungkook states before hanging up. He takes one last look around. Everything is finally in place. So he gets up and then heads home to change.  

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Once he gets home he takes his phone out to text you. He forgot to check in with you while he was on the rooftop. 

-Hey baby, how’s your day going? 

Naekkeo🤍🪽: I miss you and I’m hungry!

Yoongi won’t feed me! He’s being weird, can we order dinner?

Jungkook smiles as he reads your message. Yoongi must be getting asked a million questions about food right now. He can already see your frown forming about the lack of nutrients in your body. In your defense, Yoongi does own a restaurant with Jungkook’s older brother Jin. Being food-deprived by him is weird. He decides to play it cool when he responds, but he’s also honest. 

- I can’t wait to hear about your day in person. As far as dinner, of course. See you when you get here!

Jungkook hurries and changes into something comfortable. He knows sweatpants and a hoodie seem crazy for a rooftop dinner and movie. It’s one of his more expensive ones though and he also knows you’re gonna want to cuddle while watching a movie, and that rooftops get a little chilly. He should be himself like Jin said. 

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 He finally hears the door open and smiles at the sound of you walking in. He knows you’re doing your usual entrance routine with Bam. Teaching Bam to give you high fives was the coolest thing when he was a puppy. It’s cute that you still make sure he’s included when you walk in. It’s really nice to have you back home too.  

You finally walk into the room and see your boyfriend smiling at you as he sits on the bed, you climb onto his lap and kiss him. 

“Missed you so so much!” you’ve been waiting all day to see him. The excitement in your voice is evident. 

“I missed you too baby.” He says and then he watches you sit your head back up, noticing your brows are now furrowed in. 

“Wait, why are you dressed and not in home clothing? What’s the reason for this shirt blocking my view?” You ask him, tilting your head. You try and lift his shirt but he swats your hand away, cracking up in the process. 

“You can see me shirtless later! You’re about to change into something too. My hoodie is over there. You can keep your jeans on, but I recommend wearing sneakers.”

You tilt your head some more and Jungkook kisses the middle of your forehead.

“Always worrying. I’m taking you to dinner. Go change.” He pats you lightly on the butt.

You smile and get up. Dinner out of the house sounds like fun. You wouldn’t care if it was fast food. You genuinely love spending time with him. Always have. 

You throw on his hoodie and your sneakers since he recommended it. He holds his hand out for you to take, and you both head to his car. Once you’re both inside Jungkook starts searching for something. 

“Ah almost forgot. Blindfold time.” He says flashing a smile, his nose scrunching a little. 

“If you’re trying to kill me for taking so long to be your girlfriend, Jimin will find you.” You joke and he laughs. 

“No one is dying here. If you’re gone, then I can’t be your boyfriend. That would suck.”  He assures you but then continues. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t take you on a proper date, hmm?” 

That makes you smile, per usual. You really weren’t expecting a date today. You would have prepared more, but you trust him. He would tell you if you looked crazy leaving the house for sure. Plus, you’re kind of already done up from hanging out with Yoongi.

“Anything you do is great. You would be a mediocre boyfriend though.” You say while pointing at him agreeing. You’re so cute. 

“And I don’t want that. I want to be the world’s best boyfriend. Come here.” He responds

You let him slide the blindfold over you, stealing a kiss before he can adjust the tightness to make sure you can’t peak. 

“You barely hesitated to let me put that on you. You probably like that, don’t you?”He’s laughing. Something you’ll never get tired of hearing. You pick up on his little comment though. 

You reach to feel for his arm since you can’t see, and once you do find it, you slap him playfully. 

“You’re always being kinky!” You say and he laughs some more. 

“You literally tried to strip me of my clothes a few minutes ago on the bed.” Fair point.

“I just wanted a peak!” You can’t even see him but it’s making your heart flutter. Putting one hand on your thigh as he puts the car in gear.

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“Okay, I’m gonna open your door, and crouch down to get on my back, okay baby?”

“You keep calling me baby, only future husbands can do that .” You say as you follow his instructions crouching down. 

“That’s not a problem for me at all. Been waiting my whole life for a chance. We can get married.” He is serious, whether you believe him or not. He doesn’t mean now of course but eventually, he’d love it. 

If Jungkook knows how to do anything- he knows how to make your cheeks red and have you smile like an idiot. You wish you could see his face right now. He probably has a smile as big as yours on his own. 

Once you’re on his back he starts walking and you recognize the movement of him going up some steps. You smile to yourself. He really could have told you to walk but he’s carrying you up flights of stairs, on his back. How can he be so manly but so cute all the time?

“Okay, we are here. I’m gonna sit you down now.” He crouches down and lets you off. You’re safely in the middle. 

“I wanna see!” You say. The amount of enthusiasm you have makes Jungkook’s heart skip. Seriously, Why are you so cute? He’ll have to remember to thank your mom another time for making you. 

He hurries and walks to the table he set up to get the flower bouquet and then he walks to you. Undoing your blindfold and smiling. 

“It’s officially our first date, I wanted to surprise you.” He sing-songs looking at you with the biggest smile on his face. Stretching his arms out to hand you a bouquet. It’s beautiful, just like him. The message with them makes you feel warm inside. 

’Thank you for choosing me, 

I am so happy that it’s finally us!  

HAPPY FIRST DATE TO  MY GIRLFRIEND  (never gonna get tired of calling you that)

- Koo &lt;3 ’ 

As you look around, you feel your eyes get teary and then you smile and look at him. 

“Jungkook! This is so nice!!” You say and reach for his face, kissing him softly on the lips. 

“ I just want you to know I feel really lucky to be your boyfriend.” He holds you close to his chest

“Kook, you really did all this for me?” You say peeking up at him. Jungkook looks down at you. Your pretty eyes glancing back at his. You’re always going to be his type. 

He smiles and nods his head proudly. “Well yeah… because I love you.” He says matter of factly. 

You return his smile. “I love you. I feel really lucky to be your girlfriend.”

“It’s me who should be thanking you for always sticking by my side. You have no idea how horrible things feel when you aren’t there with me. You deserve all of this and more.” He says kissing your forehead. 

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You’re now situated on the bean bags while the projector plays movies. Sitting in his lap-Just like he knew you would be.

“Do you remember when we found this place? ” He asks you as he holds you, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss it. 

“Yeah, I remember someone dragging me up a weird staircase at ten years old..” You giggle and poke his chest while looking up at him. 

“In my defense, we used to love a good adventure. It wasn’t anything too dangerous. We always stood in the middle. We always take the staircase that leads up here and not the ladder, it’s been a foolproof plan for a while.” He points out and brushes your hair out of your face. You guys have been reminiscing all night. The food was excellent, so now you’re paying minimal attention to the movie. He kisses your cheek and then he just stops. He’s staring at you…

“What?” 

“You’re just really fucking cute.” He says as he leans to kiss you passionately. Jungkook continues “And I’m glad you liked my idea, I spent all day trying to impress you. This just worked out way better than I expected.” He holds you tightly and then remembers something…

He didn’t even show you the snow globe he got to commemorate the occasion. He was too busy making sure you were eating.  He will never forget your face when he got you the first one, he also broke that one but…it was an accident.  He swears! He just finds it cute how happy you get every time he gives you one.

You part your mouth interrupting his thoughts. “I’ve been impressed by you my whole life, you have officially ruined me for any other guy. I was impressed back then, I’m impressed now.” You make sure he understands, as your fingers play with the zipper on his jacket. 

“Thank you, I’m glad that you love me just as much as I love you.” He says again smiling. He’s been doing that a lot lately. So have you. You’re with the right person and it couldn’t feel any better. 

 “You have a present on the table and I forgot to give it to you.” He’s looking at you. Dimples on display, eyebrows raised and another cute little grin is plastered across his face. 

Your head shoots up, so he stands up leading you to the table. Then hands you the box to unwrap the snow globe. A childhood picture of you and a young Jungkook in matching panda onesies from his 4th birthday. You’ve been asking for this photo for years and he always told you no because it was his favorite. 

“Koo! Oh my god! You really are gonna let me have this?”

He nods yeah one more time. He watches you shake the snow globe and skip around out of happiness. He’s happy just watching you enjoy it. Your joy shines through in this moment. He loves it. He loves you.

“If four-year-old me knew the girl who spilled banana milk on my panda pajamas would be the love of my life. He might’ve smiled more in this picture, instead of sticking his tongue out at you.” He says wrapping his arms around you from behind. 

“Interesting, you put your tongue into my mouth nowadays.” You’re so unserious, What is he gonna do with you?

“Now who’s the kinky one? Come here.” He says as he wraps his hand around your neck tilting your head upward lightly choking you as he swallows your moans into the kiss pushing his tongue into your mouth. 

“Proving me right?” You say raising one eyebrow and he nods his head yeah while grinning. Then pecks you one more time on your lips and kisses the tip of your nose. 

“One more gift.” He says. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a Jewelry box for tonight’s final touch - a necklace with his initials on it. He carefully places it around your neck. 

“There.” He says kissing the crook of your neck. 

You reach and touch the JK that now sits perfectly on your chest. Jungkook Is the man of your dreams. No question about it. 

“I love this! I’m never taking it off!” You say spinning in his arms to face him and shower him in kisses

“I got a necklace!” You start kissing his right cheek

“And it’s got my favorite person on it!” Now you’re kissing his other cheek. 

“I’m never gonna..” You say kissing him with all your being.

“Take it off.” He says finishing the phrase for you and smiling at you. You’re both giggling and just smiling at each other as he sways you back and forth in his arms. The fondness between the both of you is obvious. 

You both just stare into each other’s eyes for a while until you break the silence. 

“Wanna go home?” You ask him.  

He pecks your lips one more time spinning you in his arms. Your back is now to his chest. So, he slides his hand over your heart, sits his chin on your shoulder, and whispers into your ear.

“I’m already there.” 

Best. First. Date. Ever. 

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[hiding-in-my-blanket-fort]

Soap has always been your hype man. Before you met him, your confidence was utter shit. Then he slung an arm around your shoulder—literally taking you under his wing—and you haven’t been the same since.

Sparring on the mats in the gym? He’s barking orders—keep your hands up, lass! Protect your face!—and singing your praises when you get in a good hit, knocking him back a few steps.

“That’s it, hen! Fucking hell, woman, look at you! Damn near took me out with that right hook!”

He coaxes you through discouragement when you just can’t get that kick-punch combo he’s been trying to teach you for ages. You want to quit but he won’t let you, squeezing your shoulders and giving you tips on how to improve, even though he’s told you a thousand times already.

“Don’t hold back now. You’re just a wee sweet thing but I know you’ve got some fire in your belly. Come on. Let it out. Hit me with all you’ve got!”

And when you do finally get it right? He has his arms in the air, victorious, before he scoops you up into a hug.

Drinking him under the table on a Friday night? Soap is the one cheering you on the loudest. Sure, he talks a big game, and he’s competitive as fuck. But you’re his weakness, his Achilles heel. He wants you to win. He wants to see you confident with victory, even as he plays it off.

“Ya cheeky lil’ shite, I’ll get you next time. You can run that mouth all you like, sweetheart.”

When you gloat and rub his face in it, he gives you the fondest look of adoration on planet earth.

The only time he’s suspiciously and noticeably not hyping you up is when you have a date. He’s kinda…grumpy about it actually. And he scowls a lot with his arms crossed, grumbling.

“What did you say this boy’s name was again?”

“You’re not running a background check on him, Soap,” you reply smoothly.

“Just thought I’d give him a wee talkin’ to. You know, man to man.��

You shoot him a look that clearly says, not going to happen.

He doesn’t say anything when you leave. No parting words of encouragement. You had expected at least an off-color joke like the ones he tosses around with the rest of his team, something about staying safe and using condoms. But his gaze is uncharacteristically solemn as he watches you walk away.

However, Soap will be right there with ice cream and beer in hand when the date doesn’t work out and/or you break up. You’re a mess—eyes puffy, can’t stop crying, putting yourself down because I just wasn’t good enough for him—but Soap sits on the edge of your bed as you cry on his shoulder and he gently corrects you.

“Come on, my bonnie girl, you know that’s rubbish. He’s the pile of steaming pig shite you should be cussin’ out. Don’t waste your tears on him, all right? He doesn’t deserve them and he certainly doesn’t deserve you.”

You manage a watery little smile and Soap cups your cheek, kissing your forehead.

That kiss stays on your mind. For weeks and weeks. It was a simple kiss—a gesture of comfort, nothing more—but the firmness of his chest beneath your hand on his heart, and the way you wanted to just melt against him had you entertaining a thought you had never considered before.

Maybe…maybe Soap wasn’t just a friend.

After that, you looked at him in a new light. But you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him about it. If he said no, he didn’t share your feelings, you were certain it would break your heart in two permanently.

So, when Soap came back from a mission, bloodied, bruised, and wincing in pain, you thought you were going to be sick with worry. As you flew into his hospital room, he was already sitting on the edge of his bed. And he caught you with an arm around the waist, hugging you into his side with a small grunt of relief.

“I’m fine, hen, I’m fine. A few bumps and bruises, that’s all.” Then he gets this little smirk on his face. “Although it couldn’t hurt if you worried your pretty head over me. Just a wee bit.”

You gave a shaky little laugh and mumbled you’re so full of shit but he just shrugged. And then his smile faltered and—God help you—his gaze fell to your mouth. He brought his hand up, cradling your cheek in his palm, his thumb tracing along your lower lip.

“Johnny,” you whispered because your body was on fire with want, and if he didn’t mean it, you were going to combust.

He cupped your chin, his thumb anchored just beneath your lower lip. He doesn’t say anything—doesn’t need to. Pressing his mouth to yours in a deep, searing kiss was enough to take your breath away and tell you everything you needed to know.

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 3 second half thoughts (bank robbery):

Holy shit child! You covered a bunch of innocent civilians in venomous spiders and basically told them you would fucking kill them if they did anything. How exactly are you planning on becoming a well loved hero after this?

But as far as plans go? Really not that bad. Most of the downsides I see are only if we assume you want to be a hero later. Drop that and it's a pretty good plan.

Also maybe the whole "tell a hero that something is going to happen" bit wasn't the best idea. Do we know for sure if getting the full response of the Wards because of that? No. But it sure seems like it might be related. Taylor and not thinking things through is definitely a combo I am expecting to see more.

The Undersiders absolutely fucked the Wards shit up. Just completely. Suddenly they have bug girl (or I guess I should call her Skitter now) who gives them a little bit of leadership and they just destroy the Wards. God damn. Fucking Aegis is just the worlds biggest chew toy. I love it so much.

And on the note of fucking people up, HOLY SHIT CHILD ROUND 2. WTF did you do to Clockblocker OMG. This kid is going to have nightmares for the rest of his life. You could become a hero and save the world 10 times over and he's still never going to feel comfortable being in the same room as you. God damn. Absolutely brutal. That was amazing and I want to get you some ice cream to celebrate. Embrace your inner villain.

The ways Panacea can use her powers are bonkers. She is super cool. Also from what she said in the interlude I think she really could use some therapy. Or maybe she just needs to join a villain team for a little bit to blow of some steam. Healing people is great but you don't owe the world your entire self Amy. Relax, take a break, have some fun.

Tattletale's power set is probably my absolute favorite though. I also love the shit out of her personality. She is the most fucking amazing character I can not wait to see more.

These thought posts are getting longer each time I do them. I told myself I was gonna just do one post an arc and that they might just be a few sentences each. That didn't last very long.

[liyawritesss]

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Characters: College!Spider-Verse!Miles Morales 

Type: headcanons

Synopsis: What would our lovely boy Miles be like as a grown up college student? Does he change or does he still keep his dorky, boyish demeanor?

A/N: HAPPY JUNETEENTH TO MY FELLOW NEGROS!!! In honor of Juneteenth and the release of ATSV, I'm dumping some headanons on yall, and I'm so proud of how these turned out. I was talking with my friend how we heavily believed that we would see a grown up Miles but when we found out only a year passed in Miles’ timeline for him, the topic of college!Miles came up. So these headcanons are pretty much a product of how we thought miles would be as a college student around our age.

Note: the first pic is of Shameik Moore, I just used a cartoon filter over it to try and make it look like the art style in the spiderverse franchise. The third one is not Shameik Moore but I use the same cartoon filter over it for the same effect

Warnings: Some cursing but that’s about it. KEEP IT CUTE PG-16 CUZ THIS IS NEPHEW WE TALKIN' BOUT HERE!!!

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College!Miles isn’t a complete one-eighty of his mid-teen self, but rather, he builds on the defining attributes of his youth and matures them. He’s still pretty self-effacing, modest and humble, but he’s more confident in himself and the man he wants to become. He’s selfless and courageous and loving to a fault, and anyone who’s anyone who has been in his presence can say that Miles is a great person all around.

College!Miles ends up going to study in New Jersey, majoring in Physics Engineering, but also minoring in African Psychology on the track for social work. He knows that he can only do so much good behind his Spiderman mask, and believes that he should also be putting in the work when he isn’t wearing it. It’s an obligation for him to put his best food forward for his community and his people.

College!Miles who mixes his style with 90’s black streetwear and modern day. He’s a sneakerhead, so his dorm room gradually accumulates with boxes upon boxes of shoes damn near reaching the ceiling. His room back home is much worse though (Rio can’t even clean his room anymore because everywhere she looks, it’s a box of shoes chucked somewhere. Mama has given up lmao). And similar to the first outfit we see him in in ATSV, he loves the sports-jersey-over-solid-color-shirt combo, but has a decent amount of hoodies and tee’s both graphic and plain, that he likes to throw on with a pair of jeans and shoes. He knows how to dress, and he knows that he looks good in what he wears too.

College!Miles who never steps out the house without a chain on. He’s got two specific ones that he wears primarily - a silver cuban link his parents got him for his eighteenth birthday that he wears daily, and a gold snake chain that he bought for himself with his first check from his first big boy job. There are other necklaces that he has that he’ll throw on it he wants to switch things up. He’s not a big fan of things on his wrist (he’s gotten too used to the web shooters that everything else just feels funny or wrong), but he has a watch that he only wears to be fancy and a couple of rings that go on his middle or forefingers. He also has a few pairs of studded earrings he switches between every now and then to keep up a fresh look.

College!Miles who starts to take special care in his appearance as he reaches his late teen years. He can only go to his mom when he’s on breaks or vacation when he travels back to Brooklyn, but he’s learned enough from Rio to do his own line-ups and touch ups to make him look decent. It took him a minute to get used to doing it on his own, but he was adamant on learning because he was firm on not letting anyone else into his head besides his mother. He’d recently gotten into cutting slits into his eyebrows too, as they make him feel super cool

College!Miles who knows he’s got girls & guys coming left and right waiting for the opportunity to get with him, but as much as he’s a loverboy, he’s also very intentional with how he moves and is very perceptive of people (his Spidey senses enhance it a lot more than what he wishes sometimes) that he peeps that a lot of them are only attracted to his looks. He doesn’t date for the first few semesters of college, and when his parents ask if he’s gonna bring someone home soon, he tells them that he’s too busy making gateways to dimensions to open the gateways to dating

College!Miles whose love for hip hop never dies over the years. Instead it seems to grow. He adds a few new artists to her playlist - JID, Young M.A., Tobe Nwigwe, & Kendrick Lamar from the hip hop and rap scenes (Miles uses many of Tobe’s songs as hype music to gas himself up). Though he’s also found an appreciation for other genres, like R&B and Neo-Soul. Some of these artists include but are not limited to: H.E.R., UMI, Ari Lennox, and Bryson Tiller.

College!Miles who still holds on to his art as a hobby and destresser from his many classes and double-identity. His street art follows him wherever he goes, tagging new places that have people wondering who the hell made it all the way up there to tag that. There’s a secret pride that swells in him when he sees passersby admiring the artwork.

College!Miles who, when the world gets too much and he feels like everythings going wrong, he climbs the tallest building he can find and just watches the sunrise or sunset. He lets the breathtaking view ease his mind and the warm sun soothe his worries away. Being so high up and away from people allows him to actually think about the troubles that plague him, so when he comes back down, he can address them accordingly

College!Miles who’s still very much a momma’s boy. He calls Rio almost every day, either to just talk or to rant about something silly. She’ll put him on speaker for Jefferson to hear and just looks at her husband like “Listen to your son” when he’s being silly. But it’s so sweet that Miles always has his parents on his mind when he’s away at school. He also calls his dad to have ‘guy talk’, which ain’t nothing but Miles and Jefferson either talking about sports, his academics (which Jeff is really supportive of, even if he doesn’t understand the physics part, he loves to hear his sons ideas on the psychology minor he’s taken on) or random funny shit the guys that they hang around do every day.

College!Miles who grows more confident in his Spanish and uses it more and more in his day-to-day life. He’ll speak it when he’s talking to himself, when he’s angry or if he’s hurt himself (which happens the same amount of times as it did when he was a teen), or he’ll try and surprise his mom with a conversation in complete Spanish (which he does succeed in sometimes).

College!Miles who’s barely changed from the loveable boy who we all know and love as a teen. He just grew some more and became cooler, but he still radiates the same dorky, intelligent, and loving energy he’s always had.

[mortuarywriting]

Okay. So.

This post, right? I had this vivid bit come to me based on the deli comment + Pic combo. I do not plan on writing more. Free to a good home someone else take this I would NOT have any idea where to go with it oc or insert live your best life

You didn't usually come by this way, and frankly if there hadn't been closures for some infrastructure work you still wouldn't. The extra 10 minutes this unforseen detour was causing meant your entire schedule was thrown off balance. It was only by happenstance that plans got moved an hour back while you were already on the way. Normally you'd be more upset that shit got shifted while you were already on the way but you figured a solid "fuck it" was warranted and you should get yourself something to eat really quick.

You figured a new route would mean new restaurants, and had you decided this anywhere along your usual route or even before your turn down this detour? You'd be so right. You knew there were tons of little places you made notes to go back and try the ever nebulous sometime.

This would be an awesome sometime if it didn't mean trying to turn around and backtrack and the way the construction area had been? That was not appealing.

This road had a surprising lack of food options, and between the idea of gas station snacks or a little corner deli? You were gonna pick the deli first. Why not, good to try new things after all.

Only as soon as you walk in you see the guy behind the counter. Well, more leaning between the counter and the front, he's obviously tied enough to the place that he's talking to the only other customer in there, but someone else is actually making the sandwich while he chats with the guy waiting.

You were ready with a polite smile as you looked at the menu but something about the guy made you do a second glance and-

You knew of that neck tattoo. The long sleeves and pants he wore covering the rest of his skin suddenly felt a lot less sensible for the weather and a lot more like brush hiding something dangerous. That hammer might as well have been a sign saying 'this is not a place of honor', it was a warning and a potential threat all in one and you were not gonna ignore that.

You'd normally just turn on your heel and slide out, quiet and unnoticed, except he had noticed you.

"Welcome," and if that didn't feel like a bold faced lie to you but you keep a pleasant smile even as the fuckoff huge other customer, also very large, also very white and also very covered up- face mask, beanie, sunglasses in hand and hints of tattoos peeking from his sleeves- turns to look at you as well.

You try so hard to keep your polite smile and distinctly not make eye contact as you look over the menu. Your appetite is so far gone you don't know if you're gonna eat for the rest of the day, you weigh the odds between being able to just make your escape versus buying a drink and mentally trying to figure out if you had enough loose change to get a water bottle because you did not want these people to theoretically have your name. Not with that dogwhistle on his fuckin neck you didn't.

But you've never been so glad for your friends serial texting, your phone chiming four times in rapid succession in your pocket.

You fish it out and, well, damn, if that isn't one hell of a meme. You let your brow furrow, "oh son of a-" you look up and offer an apologetic smile, "so sorry, have a good one," and you beat feet and make a hasty retreat.

You dial that friend in question as you make your way out, "hey, yeah, I know you just texted me but I need to be on the phone really quick? Yeah uh," you do a bit of a look around and behind you, making sure your coast is fairly clear before you lower your voice and continue, "might've. Just accidentally walked into a white supremacist place?"

"HOW DO YOU ACCIDENTALLY-"

"It's not like they hung a swastika on the window," your tone creeps back up with exasperation, "the guy- manager or owner I dunno- he had the fuckin- the hammer on his throat! And he was too covered for me to check for iron crosses and with his only other customer being another giant white guy I wasn't playing the odds! Anyway, whatever, I'm almost there just. Hang out with me on the phone. Where the hell did you find that meme?"

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Look I'd cut back to where it goes back to the guys bantering here but like. I'm running out of steam and Price doesn't cooperate with my writing at the best of times.

Just know Simon absolutely makes the joke that pretty birds leaving is what happens when you let Roaches around your food. Roach just flips him the bird.

Gaz was absolutely walking down the street and heard some of that phone call. Absolutely finds it hilarious.

Anyway please if you want this take it free to a good home I do not need this freeloader

[avissapiens]

Jockbull Summer Week 4 Set B (3/12/23-10/12/23)

Model Used is Oliver Forslin.

1.

I’m not adhering to this one as strictly. Maybe that’s not what abg intended but oh well. I’m more so expanding its scope to be more about risque clothing choices in general. On that front I made perhaps the stupid purchase of a thrifted Wrestling singlet. But damn it feels so good and tight on my skin. But i’m way too tall for it so the cut looks ridiculous.(Buff, hypnotic, AND tall. Swoon more.) Maybe when I'm more shredded I’ll be able to wear it more unabashedly.

2.

Maybe I should start offering a combo Hypno-workout routine. Or maybe an archetype centric workout split to enhance and build certain aesthetics. I wonder if anyone would pay for that.

3.

Got one in and because of the nature of weeks and spacing out my rest days the next one would be Monday of the week that i’m posting these. I’ll only take the cals from this week to be consistent so that's 700 calories burnt, while on a fast.

4.

Focusing the dropsets on pull day has been insane. I know it’s not likely but my arms already feel bigger. 17.5 inches. The peak that I've been missing all this time is finally starting to show through. Fuck the degree. I’d drain every course I took this year from my head (except Bio 206, 205 and 395) if it meant I could get some extra inches on these fucking pythons.

5.

First tumblr pic incoming. Try to contain yourselves(don’t contain shit. Go wild brahs)

[gillyweedgrl]

You should be watching Pit Babe! - A Brief Review

Saddens me to think how many people are missing out on a great show because they think it’s not worth more than a trash watch, if that.

I mean, realistically, is it the most amazing cinematic work of all time? No, not unless pretty-boy power bottoms with daddy issues are your thing, which in my case they are, so let's talk about Pit Babe!

Note: I've tried to keep the spoilers to a minimum, they're mainly in the tags and links so follow them at your own risk, you've been warned.

Honestly, Pit Babe is a pretty damn good show, especially if you A) pretend the Omegaverse factor doesn’t exist and take the show for what it is and B) you don't mind not knowing what's going on half the time, just sit back, relax and enjoy the ride.

Overall, Pit Babe has got a good production value, a slightly absurd yet entertaining plot, a great choice of cast with amazing chemistry and pretty decent acting skills amongst the mix of seasoned actors and newbies.

For a totally biased fair and balanced review: There are some details that are left vague instead of being explained in depth or at all (yet), but that’s to be expected when you adapt a novel into a movie or series. It would get boring for the audience if the pace was interrupted to explain all those little details that we’re likely to find out along the way anyways (shout out to those who've watched the latest episode; finally!).

There are also some scenes that feel like they’re not as necessary and some background/plot devices that made a little more sense in the novel but I personally don’t feel like they detract too much from my viewing experience.

Babe (played by Pavel) and Charlie (played by Pooh) as the main leads do a really good job at shouldering a large percentage of screen time. Charlie comes across as happy-go-lucky, a bit clumsy/goofy, entirely fearless and a little naive, which is mostly true, but there's clearly more to him than that. Right from the start Babe is clearly someone guarded, detirmined and skilled at what he does (racing cars and having sex) and he has a very tight cirlce of people he trusts. There's a winning combo right there, quite tsundere/sunshine from the outside but definitely more breath the surface that gets exploded as they go.

Way (played by Nut) is Babe's best friend and racing companion, they've been racing together at Team X-Hunter for years but there's clearly more than friendship on the mind for Way, though the feelings appear to be one sided.

Alan (played by Sailub) is the owner of Team X-Hunter and an all-round cool Uncle (which the whole team call's him (despite barely being in his mid 30's). He's kind but firm, he cares for his team like they’re his family and it does seem as though they’re his only family.

And the rest of the cast consists primarily of:

Team X-Hunter:

Dean (played by Lee); a junior racer with slight douche vibes

North and Sonic (played by Michael and TopTen); everyone’s babies, they’re junior racers and content creators

Jeff (played by Pon); the newest member of the team, he’s a part time mechanic and full time conspicuous

Pete (played by Ping); the money guy Alan brings on board to sponsor the team

Team Red Racing (the rival team):

Winner (played by Pop); the guy who never seems to win against Babe

Kim (played by Benz); the new racer they hired to beat Babe

Tony (played by S Vorarit); Red Racing's newest benefactor and *shock horror* Babe's former foster father (try saying that ten times fast)

Kenta (played by Garfield); Tony's right hand man

Then, there’s the 🌶🔥🤯

I, personally, enjoy a little spice/heat in my shows. It’s not necessary for every show, of course, but I do think that when it serves a purpose to the story and it’s done well then it can be quite enjoyable and this cast/production team is doing it really well.

As I said, the chemistry between the cast really is amazing (both on and off the screen, if you're interested in that kind of thing) and although the spicy scenes aren’t nearly as abundant as they are in the novel, there are some really good ones. I decided to bite the bullet and binge read the novel over the past couple of weeks, I blame @pharawee’s breakdown posts for those sleepless nights, and it was worth it for me but not necessary for watching the series.

Lastly (as if this post isn't long winded enough as it is) there are a handful of things in this series that we don't see too often in BL's and make it worth watching even more:

It's got race cars, murder attempts, mafia influence and supernatural powers (at least half the characters have one).

There's no evil ex-lover out to get revenge or get back together with one of the mains (thank the BL gods).

It's got a Soft Top/Dominant Bottom dynamic where the title character is both super masc and a pretty princess.

And we can't forget, it is technically an Omegaverse series (or rather, it's Omegaverse-lite) which none of us saw coming!

Anywho, to conclude; yes, you should be watching Pit Babe. No, you don't have to read the novel to understand what's going on because none of us understand what the hell is going on at any given time. Charlie and Babe are fucking around and finding out, the rest of us are just long for the ride, Alan and Jeff are having a whole ass rom-com-drama in the corner, the babies are making their content and having a blast and the others aren't quite on the map yet (or are they? *wink, wink*), but I sure hope they will be soon!

If you made it this far, thank you and are you okay? Do you need to have your brain checked?

[torch-the-throne]

My assessment on which Richmond players are likely to play for their national teams, based on an unscientific combo of FIFA stats, quotes, and vibes (discussion under the cut). 

Dani: absolutely. According to the FIFA stats, Dani is in the top 30 strikers in the world, and sits comfortably above the average Mexican attacker score. Brief run of injuries/yips aside, Dani would surely be one of Mexico’s star players.

Colin: perhaps surprisingly, yes. Most of the current Welsh team come from the lower leagues, so as a Premier League player Colin has a decent chance of making the team- not only is he in the top 30 world left midfielders, but were he part of the current Welsh national team he’d be their 3rd highest ranked player. Nate might have told Colin he didn’t inspire, but Nate is clearly out of touch with all the Welsh kids who are too hipster to call Gareth Bale their favourite.

Thierry: yes, but as a sub. Goalies are tricky, and unfortunately for Zoreaux it’s unlikely he’d make it as Canada’s #1. But, he’d absolutely be a sensible choice for a reserve goalie based on his stats, and if things change he could well join the starting 11.

Jamie: yes/no/yes. Boy, the whole quitting Man City and finding it tricky to be a team player really makes it hard for Jamie. I can imagine him as frequenting the reserve bench for England in his early years, before being dropped from the roster for a while, then making a comeback to the starting 11 later on. The man’s joint 10th in the world as an attacking centre mid, and now he’s showing both commitment and maturity he’d be a great addition to England’s strong set of strikers.

Sam: soon. The only reason why I didn’t have Sam down as currently playing for his national team is because in series 1 he explicitly states it’s still a dream for his future. According to the FIFA stats he’s the 3rd highest ranked Nigerian player, and 13th in the world for his position. Sam can, should, must, and will make the national team.

Isaac: maaaaaybe. Whilst Isaac sits below the average for an England defender, he’s still well within the numerical range to make the team. I can see him being a solid choice for the national squad, but unlikely to be consistently making the starting 11.

Moe, Richard, and Jan: no. Sorry. Unfortunately for these three, their country’s teams are full of damn good players. If Moe can cash in a Scottish grandma I’m sure he’d make the national team in an instant, but he’s unlikely to be a mainstay for England.

Roy: once upon a time. I have no idea if Roy’s FIFA stats are from his prime or from his last years at Richmond, but either way Roy gives off peak “nation’s old favourite” vibes. He’s been a captain, he’s played with Chelsea in their prime, he’s respected enough to be offered a pundit position: Roy absolutely served the England team for many years. Why else would little Mancunian Jamie Tartt idolise him so?

(Disclaimer to all this: ofc I know national teams don’t pick their players based on a single number, and I haven’t been fully into football since Alan Shearer was the UK’s darling. Feel free to debate!)

[karahalloway]

Thanksgiving - Part 3

Fandom: TRR - (Un)Common Attraction universe

Pairing: Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)

Series: Thanksgiving

Synopsis: Harper and Drake fly to Bozeman, MT to spend their first Thanksgiving together with Harper’s family. 

Word count: 6,000 (As per usual, H&D have done their own thing...)

Warnings: E (swearing, aggro, unsportsmanlike conduct, injury, gettin' down and dirty in the shower)

A/N1: So, I know this is like... a year overdue, but last year I was not feeling inspired / was focused on other things, so here (at long last!) is the next part of this one-shot-turned-mini-series! Thanksgiving was only two weeks ago. As per usual with this project, things did not go according to plan, so rather than this part rounding out the series, there will be at least one more part (I have given up trying to predict how long this damn thing will be). But @nestledonthaveone should be happy, because this installment should hopefully make up for the disappointment she experienced at the end of Sleepless in New York 😁

A/N2: The backyard football game is a tiny bit inspired by this clip from Friends. Also, apologies in advance for any inaccuracies — American football is a seriously convoluted game (for me, anyway!) and I spent way too long trying to make sense of the rule book/quizzing my husband, but there may still be things in here that I missed the ball with pun intended.

A/N3: This fic is also my submission for @choicesholidays' 2023 Winter Holidays Prompt Event, and the prompt that this installment fits with is Week 5 : This is the best/worst/most embarrassing Christmas (or other winter holiday) ever! (The events cover all three bases because I'm extra 😆)

"So," I say as I step out into the backyard. "Who's ready to play ball?"

My comment halts whatever conversation my brothers and Drake are engaged in.

"Some of us have been ready for a while, Harp," Justin points out, turning towards me.

"Yeah," chimes in Tyler. "What the heck took you so long?"

Drake's jaw goes slack as he lays eyes on me.

"Sorry," I shrug apologetically, more at Drake than anyone else as his gaze roves over the track short and tank top combo I have on. "Mom reorganised my closet."

"You mean the two things you got left in there?" mocks Tyler. "Yeah. Must've been real hard to find!"

"I have more than two things in there, thank you very much!" I counter, giving him a shove.

"How?" asks Justin in bewilderment. "You took an entire suitcase-worth of stuff with you last time!"

"She stores the overflow in Narnia..." quips Tyler.

"At least I don't wear the same smelly shirt 24-7," I hit back.

"Hey, I—"

"Okay! We get it!" interjects Brody, throwing his hands up into the air. "You missed each other, geez!"

I roll my eyes.

Tyler scoffs derisively.

Drake's hot gaze continues to lick over me.

"But if you want to get some actual game time in," my eldest brother continues, "then your weird brother-sister bonding sesh's gonna have to be put on ice."

"Or, better yet," interjects Justin, "save the pent-up aggro for the field."

"No rivalry like sibling rivalry, right, T?" I grin, elbowing Tyler in the ribs.

"Ow!" he objects, rubbing his side. "That actually hurt!"

"Seriously?" I ask. "I barely touched you!"

"Okay, so Harp's on one team and T's on the other," declares Brody loudly. "That leaves—"

"Dibs on Spartacus!" cries Tyler.

Drake's eyes widen as my brother grabs him like an overeager three-year-old.

I quirk a brow. "Something happen in Texas that I don't know about?"

"Not that I know of..." Drake admits ruefully, his eyes lingering on me even as he gets pulled away.

"Hey!" Tyler objects as he drags Drake across the yard. "No fraternising with the enemy! We have one goal and one goal only! To crush the suckers!"

"So..." I say, turning back to Justin. "Guess you're on my team then!"

"Guess so," he confirms with a shrug. "Your fiancé any good?"

"Not sure," I admit. "I know he played a bit in college..."

Justin's brows shoot skywards. "He got picked? For a college team?"

"That's what he said," I shrug. "But I've never seen him play, so..."

Justin gulps audibly as he turns to Brody. "Any chance you wanna join our team?"

"Nope," comes the deadpan response. "You know T — this game's gonna be a shitshow. So, we need a ref."

"In other words, you hurt your back chopping wood again," I note wryly.

"And there's that..." admits Brody.

"Well, maybe if you exercised more..."

"Hey!" hollers Tyler from the opposite side of the yard. "You chatterboxes wanna play or—?"

Brody launches the football across the space. "Heads-up, T!"

Tyler doubles over with a wheeze as the expertly aimed projectile nails him in the gut. "Not... cool... bro..."

"Guess it's game on," I declare with a grin as I turn to make my way over to our end zone.

"You wanna catch, or make a run for it?" asks Justin as he falls in beside me.

"Catch," I tell him. "You know I got a mean throw."

"But can you out-throw your fiancé?" he asks meaningfully.

I glance over at Drake, who's still eyeing me like a ravenous wolf as he cracks the vertebrae in his neck. "Ehh..."

I probably should've stayed in my leggings...

"Okay, then!" declares Brody with a clap of his hands. "Backyard football, Gale House edition! You know the rules, but in case you don't, or you're Tyler, who ignores them anyway—"

"Hey!"

"—here they are again!" continues Brody, studiously ignoring his younger brother's outburst. "One blitz per down, no conversions, no two-on-one plays, no biting, no punching, no kicking, and definitely no running players into the rose bushes, or your ass is gettin' benched! Understood?"

"Yup!" we all chorus.

"T...?" asks Brody pointedly.

"I said 'yes', dammit!" Tyler erupts, hurling the ball into the grass in frustration.

"Not sure why you did that, dumbass," Brody declares flatly. "You're doing the kick-off."

Tyler stomps off to retrieve the football from one of Mom's planters with a grumble.

"Each team has four downs to complete two passes or score a touchdown," finishes Brody. "Any questions?"

We all shake our heads.

"Good!" proclaims Brody. "Let's bring da noise!"

"You ready?" Justin asks, shifting his weight forward.

"Born ready!" I assure him with a grin, flexing my hands.

A shrill whistle rends the air...

...and the game is on!

Tyler punts the football in a graceful arch over the length of the yard. Justin is off like a shot, as is Drake, both looking for position on the field.

The ball sails towards me, and I step forward to receive it. The stuffed leather makes contact with my chest, causing me to gasp from the impact. But I push past the discomfort, quickly bringing my hands around the ball to keep it under control.

Adjusting my feet, I bring the ball up and over my shoulder, looking for Justin...

...but my line of sight is blocked.

"Howdy, Gale," grins Drake from in front of me.

My eyes widen. "How the hell did you get here so fast?"

"Some of us had the foresight to do a warm-up," he replies, making a grab towards me.

I dodge out of the way. "You didn't know we were going to play football!"

Drake scoffs as he lunges for me again. "It's Thanksgiving, baby. You always play football."

I jump backwards again. "Yeah, but—"

I scream as Drake dispenses with the theatrics and snaps his hands around my waist to lift me into the air.

"Hey! Put me down, Walker!" I yell, flailing my legs in a vain attempt to dislodge myself from the captive position I suddenly find myself in... for the second time in just as many days!

"Shoulda been faster, girl," he smirks, slapping me roundly on the ass before he flicks me off his shoulder and back down in front of him after a couple of steps.

I blow the wayward hair out of my face as I glare up at him. "What the hell was—?"

A shrill whistle interrupts me. "Safety!"

I whirl on Brody in disbelief. "What?!"

"You got tackled in your own end zone, sis," my elder brother shrugs apathetically. "While holding the ball. Two points for the other team."

My gaze falls to the football still clutched in my hands. "I... But... He..."

"Whoo!" cries Tyler, bouncing in like a hyperactive kangaroo to high-five Drake. "That was next level, man! I knew you were gonna have tricks up your sleeve!"

"How the hell are you allowing that!" protests Justin, arriving as well. "That was clearly—!"

"—a legal, and perfectly legit play," Brody declares. "It didn't fall foul of any of the rules, so—"

"You can't tackle someone after they make a fair catch!" shouts Justin.

"It wasn't a fair catch," interjects Tyler. "She didn't raise her arm!"

"And even if it had been, which, it wasn't," adds Brody, "that rule isn't part of the official Gale House rulebook anyway, so—"

"Oh, come on!" objects Justin, throwing his hands in the air. "That's a bullshit call and you—"

"Eugh, whatever!" I snap in exasperation, feeling like a complete idiot for allowing myself to get boxed in like that.

Drake reaches out towards me. "Chillax, Gale, it's just—"

"Shut up!" I cry, throwing the ball forcefully down onto Drake's feet as I push past him.

Drake somehow manages to not only dodge, but also catch the careening football on the rebound... like the annoying ninja that he is.

But, at least the rapid-fire multitasking prevents him from being able to stop me as I stomp down to the other end of the yard.

"You alright?" Justin asks as he catches up to me with a jog.

"Fine," I grit through clenched teeth. "Let's crush those suckers."

"Ah, Harper!" exclaims Mom fifteen minutes later as the back door slams shut behind me. "I just finished making lemonade! Do you—?"

I stomp past her without a word, dried grass, dead leaves, and flakes of mud falling from my clothes with every step.

"Don't think she's after lemonade..." observes Dad, eyeing my cruddy progress through the kitchen as he dries up a bowl.

"No!" confirms Nana with a snort. "She looks like she's after a shotgun!"

I scoff under my breath. "That's an understatement..."

"Oh, honey..." croons Mom sympathetically. "Those brothers of yours not playing nice again?"

I fling my bedraggled Sketchers down the hardwood floors before tramping up the stairs.

If it had only been my brothers...

The back door bangs open again.

"Oh, Drake!" I hear my mom cry as I reach the top of the landing. "Thank goodness! What the heck hap—?"

"Can't talk now, Mrs Gale!"

"Honey," huffs Mom exasperatedly. "I told you to call me—"

"For Christ's sake, Leigh! Can't you see the boy's got bigger fish to fry?" deplores Nana as I hear Drake take the stairs two at a time after me.

Ignoring the approaching footsteps, I turn to march down the hallway towards the bathroom.

"Gale!" Drake calls from behind me. "Will you just—?"

"Fuck off, Walker," I throw over my shoulder as I step into the bathroom.

"Christ, girl!" he exclaims. "I said I was—"

I slam the door in his face... and flip the lock for good measure.

Asshole.

I know in the back of my mind that I'm probably overreacting. That it had been more of a perfect storm of mishaps than anything else.

But I am filthy, my clothes are ripped, and I'll be picking bits of garden from my hair for the next week. Not to mention the fact that I'm somehow going to have to explain to Savannah why I can no longer be her maid of honour...

...because thanks to my head-first tumble into Mom's rose bushes, I am now in the unenviable position of looking like I just lost a fight with a rabid bobcat.

And there's no way I'll be able to salvage this disaster... Even with liberal applications of Vaseline. Because the beautiful, lavender, off-shoulder bridesmaid's dress that I helped Savannah pick out will leave my shoulders and arms completely bare, which means that my new litany of cuts and grazes will be on show for the entire kingdom to see.

And I don't want to ruin my soon-to-be sister-in-law's big day by drawing the focus away from her much-deserved happily-ever-after with gossipy speculations about why I ended up looking like a human scratch-post.

As I — for one — have had enough of being on the wrong side of not just one, but multiple media furores. And I don't want to subject Savannah to even a fraction of what I’ve had to endure.

Especially during her once-in-a-lifetime wedding to the father of her child, who also happens to be a duke.

I heave a beleaguered sigh. Why didn't I just stay in my plaid shirt and leggings...?

The lock clicks back behind me.

"Great..." I mutter under my breath as I hear the door handle slide down.

I should've known that a stupid knob-turn bolt wasn't going to keep Drake out for long. But he could've at least taken the hint and given me a moment to put myself back together... and pull the damn briars out of my arms.

"Harper..." he says softly, stepping into the small space. "You—?"

Something in his voice snags on my heartstrings, and I feel a tear slip down my face as the sting of the pain and discomfiture finally overwhelms my latent anger and annoyance. "No..."

"Merde..."

Before I have a chance to blink, I'm up against his chest, breathing in his spicy, sweat-streaked scent as he envelopes me in his arms.

"Baby, I am so s—"

"It's not your fault," I sniffle, burying my face in his shirt. "I tried to be clever and—"

"I should've caught you."

I snort, wiping the moisture from my face. "You can't save me from everything, Drake."

"Yes," he counters firmly, tightening his hold on me. "I can. And I should. Because I made you a promise, Harper. And I—"

"Ow!" I exclaim, flinching away from him as he accidentally pushes on a hidden thorn embedded in my side.

"Shit!" he hisses, releasing me immediately. "I'm sorry, mon coeur! I didn't—"

"I know," I assure him heavily, lifting the side of my tank top up to try and find the offending barb. "You couldn't have known that root was there."

"Yeah..." he murmurs, kneeling down in front of me. "But pulling your pants down probably didn't help..."

An unexpected gasp escapes me as he reaches up to coast the warmth of his palms over my stomach.

"You only did that because I flashed you first..." I tell him breathlessly as he gently turns me.

He meets my eyes with a lopsided smirk. "Well, I figured that since you were undressing anyway..."

I smack him on the shoulder. "It wasn't an invitat— Ow!"

"Baby," he declares, tossing the extricated thorn into the sink. "It's always an invitation. Especially when you wear a get-up like this."

"Yeah," I grumble. "In hindsight, it probably wasn't a good idea. Ow!"

"Sorry..." he says again, flinging the second point after the first. "But you got a few more of those sticking out of you."

I heave a resigned breath. "Of course I do..."

"I'll try to be gentle..." he murmurs, laying a soft kiss on the bare skin of my side. "I promise."

Despite the discomfort, his lips ignite a rush of warmth over my skin. "I know. And I'm sorry that I flipped out at you..."

"Hey," he interjects, running his fingertips gingerly over my back. "Given the circumstances, you cussing me out at the top of your lungs was probably warranted."

"Not sure the neighbours— Ow!" I hiss as he plucks yet another barb out of me.

"Sorry," he murmurs, tossing the last thorn away as he stands back up. "But at least that's all the big ones."

I throw my head up. "What do you mean... the big ones?"

He meets my eye with a level look. "I pulled out everything I could see. But chances are that you have a bunch of smaller thorns stuck in you as well. But I'll need a needle or something to get those out."

I shiver involuntarily. "Great. Even more sharp, pokey objects..."

"Better to get poked now than to end up with a staph infection later," he tells me, washing the barbs down the drain. "Though it'll help if you took a shower first."

I glance at him quizzically. "Won't that push the barbs in further?"

"No," he assures me as he bends down again to rummage around in my toiletry bag. "A warm shower will soften your skin up, and help move any embedded thorns back up to the surface, making them easier to extract."

"Guess that makes sense..." I concede.

Thanks to the high-risk nature of his job, Drake's medical knowledge has always been much more robust than mine.

"Plus," he continues, locating the pair of tweezers he had apparently been after, "we need to wash those wounds out before we dress them."

"Right..." I mutter, eyeing the shower warily.

This will not be fun...

"I know what you're thinking, mon coeur," he assures me, dropping a kiss on my temple. "But a shower's gonna hurt a helluva lot less than letting those cuts get infected."

"I know, I know..." I grumble, pulling my ruined tank top all the way off. "Just not how I had imagined spending Thanksgiving..."

"Trust me, I know," he sighs wearily, running his eyes over the peach-coloured lace of my bra. "This... mishap seriously FUBAR'd all the bedroom rodeo I had planned."

My jaw drops. "Bedroom rodeo?! You told me last night to rein it in because my bed squeaks so bad!"

"Yeah, but I was gonna tumble you in the hay when we got to Texas to make it up to you," he reminds me. "But I guess that ain't happening now."

"We have slightly bigger problems than sex being off the menu, bud," I tell him dryly, pushing my shorts down.

His gaze tracks the movement. "I fail to see how..."

I heave a low breath as I reach for the fastening of my bra. "Your sister's wedding is in three days, and there's no way this mess will be healed up in time!"

"So?"

"So, how am I supposed to wear my bridesmaid's dress?!" I shout at him.

He lifts his eyes out from the well of my cleavage to quirk a brow at me. "Normally?"

"Ha!" I bark out, throwing my bra at him. "Funny!"

He snaps a hand out to intercept the projectile before it can hit him in the face. With a low breath, he adds, "Just wear a shawl or something, if you're so worried about it. You'll want to cover up in church anyway."

"I—" I pause with my panties halfway down my hip. "Why didn't I think of that...?"

"Because you were too busy having an emotional meltdown?" he supplies wryly, tossing my bra to the side as he steps up to me.

"Shut up..." I demure with a roll of my eyes... even as I feel the tips of my nipples harden as they brush against the roughness of his shirt.

"Yes, ma’am," he accedes, lacing his fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck to pull me towards him.

Our lips meet, and I melt into him with a sigh, my arms wrapping around his neck, the earlier confrontation forgotten.

Because no matter how heated an argument may have been, or how badly I am hurting, Drake has always had the uncanny ability to pick me up and kiss me better.

It's honestly one of the big reasons why I love him — I've never met anyone who's as effortlessly clued into me as he is... intuitively knowing what I need, and not shying away from delivering it either.

God knows I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for him!

His free hand coasts down my side to splay possessively over my half-clad backside, pressing me against the sudden hardness of his arousal.

"What happened to sex... being off the table?" I breathe, my head tipping back as his lips trail down my jaw.

"You're not exactly making it... easy for me, girl..." he murmurs, nipping my ear accusatorially even as he hooks a thumb into the waistline of my panties.

"You're not exactly... trying very hard, bud," I counter dizzily, my hands tangling into his hair as he slips the peach lace all the way off.

"Trust me..." he growls, molten mocha gaze meeting mine as he slides his palm up the back of my thigh, making me arch into him. "If I weren't trying so goddamn hard, you'd be bent over the fucking vanity already."

"Mmm..." I purr, darting my tongue out over his bottom lip. "Sounds like a challenge..."

He exhales sharply. "Christ, girl... Don't make me—"

A loud rap rattles the door. "You two alright in there?"

I jump away from Drake like I've been burnt. "Yeah, Mom! We're fine! Just... Just getting cleaned up!"

"You sure?" she asks. "The boys told me you fell into the rose bushes, so I just—"

"No need!" I shout quickly, seeing the door handle dip down. "I'm... I'm just going to have a quick shower and—"

But the door — that Drake never re-locked — is already in the process of creaking open.

I glance desperately around the bathroom, looking for something to cover myself up with...

...but Drake is one step ahead of me.

"Actually, we could do with a sewing kit, if you got one," he calls, adjusting himself as he steps up towards the intrusion.

"A sewing kit?" queries Mom in puzzlement as she pushes the door back. "Did you lose a button on your shirt?"

"No," corrects Drake, grabbing the edge of the door to prevent it from swinging fully ajar. "Just need something sharp to pick the rest of the barbs outta Harper."

"Oh, that sounds painful!" comes the exclaimed response as Drake plants himself strategically in the doorway to block my naked form from Mom's line of sight. "Are you sure she doesn't—?"

"A nurse would do exactly the same at the ER, 'cept it wouldn't be free," he assures Mom while herding her back out into the hallway and pulling the door 'round behind him. But not before he catches my eye to mouth, "You owe me."

A haphazard snort escapes me as the latch clicks shut in their wake.

No rest for the wicked 'round here!

But I guess I shouldn't be surprised... When you have eight people in a house, you're bound to get walked in on, one way or another. Especially since my family is nosier than a crate puppies at the best of times.

Knowing that Drake probably isn't going to be let to return anytime soon — Mom had sounded way too intrigued by this sewing kit business — I flick the shower head on.

I don’t really want to wash my hair again, given that I already did so this morning, but one glance in the mirror quickly disabuses me of that notion...

Grabbing my shampoo and conditioner back out of my toiletry bag with a resigned sigh, I step under the hot spray for the second time today.

I flinch as the sting of the water hits the broken skin on my arms and shoulders, but I know that Drake is right, and it's important that I wash the dirt and debris out so I don't end up at the ER later requesting a course of antibiotics.

So, gritting my teeth, I force myself to stand firm, ensuring that every inch of me gets a good soaking.

Once I'm thoroughly drenched, I proceed to shampoo the mud and foliage out of my hair, having to battle a bit with a few tangled locks as I spread the conditioner through.

Having finally sorted my hair out, I'm reaching down to grab my shower gel when I feel a rush of cold air over my skin.

"Missed a spot..." murmurs Drake, sliding his palms down the line of my hip as he steps into the shower behind me.

"I only just... finished sorting my hair out," I tell him, my voice catching slightly as the feel of his hands on me instantly reignites the fire he kindled earlier.

"Sounds like you need all hands on deck, then," he drawls, his stubble brushing the shell of my ear as he reaches 'round me to take the bottle from my hand. "Your dad said the turkey'll be done in under an hour."

"You sure turkey's the only thing you're after, cowboy?" I smirk, feeling the tip of his arousal poke me eagerly as he doles out a generous amount of soap into his hand.

"I did work up an appetite..." he affirms, dropping the bottle back down so he can work the lemon-and-lime scented gel into a lather.

"Well, like you said, that's going to have to wait because—"

I gasp as his sud-laden hands come down to cover my breasts with a decisive finality.

"I think we can find a workaround..." he tells me, working the soap over my nipples with his thumbs.

My head tips back onto his shoulder. "Drake..."

"I got you, baby," he assures me, dropping a kiss on my temple as he coasts one hand down my body while keeping the other one cupped around my breast. "You just relax."

I try desperately to maintain my coherence as he proceeds to lather me up. "But—"

"They won't hear if you're quiet," he reminds me, trailing his tongue up my neck as he slips his fingers between my legs.

I grab onto his wrist with a guttural moan as he dives deep into the slickness of my folds, my half-hearted protest forgotten.

Because let's face it — as much as I might try to fight temptation, I always end up losing the battle. As I'm a complete and utter sucker for him, and I've never been able to resist the magic of his touch.

"Plus," he adds, laying tingling kisses along my collarbone while sliding two fingers along the edges of my heated centre. "It feels like you need it."

I blabber something incoherent as he dips a finger into me before pulling back out to continue his lazy explorations.

"Mmm..." he breathes, sinking his teeth gently against the tender skin of my throat. "Feels like you definitely need it..."

I grab onto his hair in desperation. "Drake!"

Letting go of my breast, he snaps a hold around my jaw to crash the sound of his name against his lips as he sheathes his fingers fully inside of me.

I whimper against his mouth, feeling my legs start to shake as he pulls out once more to work my clit with a relentless mix of heart-stopping exigency and almost brutal precision while the warm water continues to rain down onto us.

"That's it, girl," he growls against my mouth, nipping my bottom lip in encouragement. "Just a little more..."

I jolt against him, the tension inside of me ratcheting inexorably higher as he thrusts forcefully back inside me with the addition of a third finger...

...only to withdraw again just as I start to crest.

A pitiful whine escapes me as I arch against his hand, shamelessly seeking the release he keeps dangling in front of me like an unattainable carrot.

"I told you that you owe me, girl," he reminds me thickly, dropping his other hand back down to my breast as he reverts to a slow, teasing glide over my heated nub. "And I ain't done with you yet."

My vision starts to swim as I gasp for air. "Drake... Please! I—"

"I think we can take you higher."

I start to shudder in his arms as he slows his motions down to a crawl, keeping me perched on the edge while stoking me ever upwards with unhurried, feather-light strokes.

"Christ, you must be tight..." he groans against my ear, his erection straining against me from behind as he presses the tip of his finger against my drenched core.

My vision starts to swim as I claw at his hand. "D-Dra—!"

With one swift motion, he rams his fingers into me, throwing his other hand up against my mouth to catch the scream of delirium that erupts from my throat.

Stars burst in front of my eyes as I finally — finally! — explode like an overwrought time-bomb that's run out of fuse.

"That's it, baby," he huffs, thrusting his fingers in and out of me at a rapid pace. "Fall to fuckin' pieces for me."

I lose all sense of time and space as he continues to stroke me through the heady high of my long-awaited climax, the steam from the shower rising up around our entwined bodies.

After several rapturous moments, the last, delicious wave ripples gloriously over me, and my legs finally give out as I fall back down to Earth.

"Drake..." I moan groggily, keeling over to thud against the cool tiles in front of me.

"Wiped your vocabulary, Gale?" he smirks, reaching gently across my waist to pull me back against him.

"Mmm..." I purr, tipping against the solid warmth of his body as I continue to luxuriate in the after-effects of his unexpected — but nevertheless satisfying — ministrations.

His chest rumbles with a chuckle as he drops a kiss into my wet hair. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"So much for taking a time-out, though..." I say dryly, wrapping my arms around him.

"I wasn't gonna leave you hanging, mon coeur," he says, leaning his head against mine. "But we do need to make a move. Your family's waiting for us downstairs."

"They can wait five more minutes," I assure him pertly, sliding my hand 'round his hips.

He catches my wrist. "Harper, you don't need—"

"But I want to."

He swallows hard as I drop to my knees in front of him. "Gale, we gotta—"

"I know," I tell him sweetly, grabbing the base of his shaft with my free hand. "But we can't leave you hanging either, cowboy."

His head falls back with a hiss as I lean forward to trace the underside of his length with my tongue. "Christ, girl. You're gonna be the death of me."

"Mmm, I can tell," I assure him, rounding my tongue in a circle over his velvety tip.

His hand releases my wrist to tangle into my hair with a wry scoff. "Just don't think this'll get you out of surgery."

"Better move fast then, Walker," I say, meeting his eye sultrily as I take him into my mouth.

His body jolts as my lips envelope him. "Jesus, fuck!"

"Keep it down, bud," I tell him with a sly smirk, grazing my teeth across his throbbing skin. "My family's downstairs..."

Expletives spew out from under his breath as I wrap my lips fully around him again. "You should fuckin'... talk... girl. It's a full-time job... tryna keep you quiet."

"Hey," I hit back slyly, flicking my tongue over his tip once more. "You only got yourself to blame, bud."

"You... complainin'?" he huffs, his free hand shooting out to brace himself against the slick tiles.

"What do you think?" I purr, licking my lips as I bend towards him again.

Tightening my hold around his base, I take him slowly back into my mouth, keeping my eyes locked with his the entire time.

A hard growl rattles his throat as the warmth of my tongue wraps around him, but his espresso gaze never wavers from mine.

Sinking my teeth gently against the base of his head, I proceed to swirl my tongue in a figure of eight over the tip of his straining manhood.

I see his expression tighten. "Harper..."

Encouraged by his tacit approval, I take him deeper into my mouth to lavish attention around his full circumference.

His fingers twist more firmly into my hair as I hear his breath start to quicken.

Glancing back up, I see him watching me with hooded eyes, jaw slack with ardour.

Keeping my gaze locked with his, I pull him in as far as he will go.

His eyes shudder closed as a sharp breath explodes out of him. "Shit, that's hot."

Settling my tongue on the underside of his shaft, I slowly pull back, upping the pressure with each inch I reverse.

Reaching his head again, I feel the salty taste of his barely contained excitement drip out onto my tongue. Keeping my lips locked around him, I lick the moisture up before taking him deep again.

His hips jerk towards me as I suck down on his full length. "Fuck, baby. Just like that."

Heeding his demand, I repeat the full cycle, feeling him expand even further into my mouth as I slowly up the speed and pressure after each round.

Hearing him start to pant above me, I slow things back down, licking him up and down lazily in between a few languorous pumps of my fist.

"You're a fuckin' tease, girl..." he pants hoarsely, chest heaving from the stimulation.

"I learnt from the best," I tell him with a smirk as I reach up to rake my nails down the quivering ridges of his abs.

His scoff turns into a groan as I take him back into my mouth to pick up the hard and fast rhythm I'd set earlier.

His other hand flies into my hair. "Putain de merde!"

Slapping a hand onto his ass, I sink my nails into his taunt backside as I urge him on with my mouth and tongue.

"Christ, girl... You're gonna make me cum so hard," he grits, fingers digging into my scalp as I feel him harden almost painfully between my lips.

Knowing that he's close, I bear down on him relentlessly, pushing him towards the precipice of oblivion until I feel the last of his self-control snap as he tumbles down the well of pure, basic instinct.

Yanking my head forward, he thrusts into my mouth with an animalistic grunt, nearly making me choke on the fullness of his length. Breathing through the discomfort, I let him hijack the pace, continuing to tease his now rock-hard head as he chases his inevitable climax.

"Oh, baby, don't stop..." he pleads through increasingly erratic gyrations. "Don't fuckin'—"

I suck down on him hard...

...and he explodes into my mouth with a jagged moan.

His dick bucks wildly as his hot seed spills down my throat, causing his knees buckle in front of me. Tightening my grip on his ass, I keep him pinned between my lips as I work him through his convulsions, his face tilted skywards while his body jerks above me to the sound of the ragged growls being clawed from his throat, his fingers threaded through my hair.

It’s not until the last of the aftershocks fade away, and I draw my tongue over his now somewhat softened shaft that I finally release him.

"Christ, girl..." he pants, trying to catch his breath. "The hell did that come from?"

I shrug up at him. "We were pressed for time, so..."

He bites out a bewildered scoff as he stumbles backwards against the wall. "I can't feel my fuckin' legs..."

"So... Good, then?" I ask, pushing myself back up with a cheeky grin as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

He pulls me to him with a laugh. "More like next fucking level!"

"Now you know how I feel," I tell him, dropping a kiss on his cheek.

"Mmm..." he murmurs, sliding a palm down the curve of my ass. "Gotta work harder then."

I smack his chest in exasperation. "Not everything is a damn competition!"

"Says the girl who hates to lose," he counters, cinnamon-laces irises dancing roguishly.

"Yeah, well..." I huff wryly, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. "You bring out the worst in me, Walker."

"Good," he approves, dropping a kiss on my nose. "I love raising hell with you."

"I love you, too," I breathe, pushing myself up onto my toes.

Tightening his hold on my backside, he dips his head down to capture my lips with a heartfelt kiss.

I lean into him with a sigh, glad that we were able to carve out a small moment for just the two of us... even if the method of arrival had been somewhat less than orthodox.

Which reminds me...

"Guess we should finish what we came in here to do..." I say, pulling away from him begrudgingly. "Before someone else bursts in on us."

"If you mean sex, then—"

I smack him on the arm. "Is that really all you think about?!"

"I mean..." he drawls unabashedly, running the spark of his gaze over me. "I got you naked in my arms, after giving me one of the best blowjobs I've ever had, so..."

"Never mind..." I sigh with a roll of my eyes, even as I feel my mouth pull into a smile.

He’s incorrigible, but I love him for it.

"But you're right," he concedes. "The water's gettin' cold and we need to finish pulling those barbs out of you before we go down for dinner."

"Alright, Dr. McDreamy," I say with a final peck on his lips. "Let's wrap this up so we can go eat some turkey."

Thanksgiving contiunes in Part 4!

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Thanksgiving Only

@burnsoslow

[naughtystiel]

a little something I wrote for @macy2me 's birthday! <3

The watch on Dean’s wrist told him that his date was already fifteen minutes late. God, it had taken him so long to actually grow a pair and finally ask the guy out. But now, as he leaned on the hood of his Chevy, he wondered if maybe he got stood up. It couldn’t be, could it? He was good looking and his self esteem was pretty high, but in that moment he started to doubt himself big time. Perhaps, because for once he actually cared, he really really wanted to go on a date with the man who apparently didn’t give a fuck about being late.

Of course, he could walk up to the door and knock like a normal person would do, but no. His stubborn ass stayed on the freshly polished surface of the car. When he looked up, dark clouds started rolling over the horizon like fog on the water. Soon he would have to get back in the car so he wouldn't get soaked, but he just wanted to greet his date first without having to awkwardly climb out of his Baby.

Just as he was seriously contemplating walking up the stairs and pounding his fist on the door, begging not to be ditched, somebody appeared in front of him. His breath hitched when the man trapped him between the V of his legs, basically pinning his ass against the car.

“Hello, Dean.” that whisky soaked voice called, sending a pleasant shiver down his spine. Fuck, he looked good. The leather jacket was probably quite warm for the summer’s evening, but it did wonders to his shoulders. Combined with thick stubble and curls that kept being tousled by the breeze, the combo made Dean’s knees weak.

“You’re late, Cas.” He managed to breathe out, not sure what to do with his hands that just itched to launch themselves on the guy’s body.

“Sorry about that.” A small smile appeared on his face and he reached inside his jacket to pull something out, “I was getting those for you.”

When Dean glanced at what Cas was holding, it was a tiny bouquet made out of wildflowers, mainly poppies and cornflowers that were the same shade of blue like his eyes. Well, he definitely didn’t expect that. In fact, he had never gotten any flowers from anybody. Any kind of annoyance or self doubt he had felt a minute ago vanished like morning frost.

Carefully, Cas put the flowers in Dean’s front pocket and for a second it felt as if they were about to go to prom together. Then, Cas’ hands rested on his chest and smoothed down the moss green plaid he was wearing. His fingers might have brushed his nipples a bit and Dean tried his best not to squirm. How was he supposed to survive the date if technically it hadn’t even properly started yet?

But no, Cas wasn’t finished. He pulled out a flower that was stuck behind his own ear and started tracing Dean’s cheek with it. The petals vere delicate and almost tickled his skin, but combined with Cas’ heavy gaze? Christ, he swallowed hard and his lips parted, ready to say something, anything, but for once his usually cocky self was suddenly lost for words.

Apparently satisfied with his doing, Cas put the flower behind Dean’s ear before his hand slid down to his neck. “Gorgeous.” He stated like it was a well known fact and Dean could feel his cheeks heat up from the compliment. There was something so mesmerising about how confidently Cas moved and Dean wanted to be molded with those skilled fingers until he was just a daft, sedated puddle.

Something wet and heavy made an impact with the car’s hood and they both looked down to see the first drop. Then, another. There were a few seconds gaps in between them until they picked up and suddenly it started to pour down. Dean’s first instinct was to jump into the car, but when he tried to move, Cas’ strong thighs kept him in place. When he gave Cas a puzzled look, the man only grinned that almost childlike smile before pulling Dean in for a kiss.

For a split second his whole body tensed up, but then he relaxed, deciding that he should just go with it. Soaked clothes be damned, he didn’t care. The contrast between the cold wet drops that were running down their noses and Cas’ soft warm lips as they kissed was more thrilling than he could have anticipated. As it got more heated, he could feel Cas’ growing erection rubbing against his own. Fuck, how was he supposed to last longer than a few minutes when Cas was kissing him like a starving man?

Finally, he remembered that his hands were still uselessly resting on the car, so instead he gripped Cas’ hips and pulled him even closer, the friction bringing them both a wave of pleasure judging by the guy’s low moan. Cas’ hands were suddenly underneath Dean’s plaid that was clinging to his body like an octopus, but Cas fought hard, wrestling with the cloth until his cold fingers made contact with Dean’s nipples that were as hard as his cock.

It was almost embarrassing when he whimpered after Cas trapped his bottom lip between his teeth. Regretfully, he had to pull away to catch his breath. They were panting heavily, their foreheads rested against each other.

Suddenly, there was a huge blinding flash that made Cas’ eyes look like electricity got trapped in them. A low rumble followed shortly after, almost making their bodies tremble.

“Fuck, a thunderstorm?” Dean said loudly, but it still sounded like a bare whisper compared to the force of rain hitting everything around them.

Cas looked up, exposing his neck, drops were running down the tanned skin like a waterfall. It took all Dean’s willpower not to launch himself and stick to it like a leech. As if the man could read his mind, he licked his lips and gave him such a lustful look that made Dean’s cock ache with want.

“I had fun, but I think it’s time we take this inside.” He said, pulling Dean towards the door. When they got inside, they shook their bodies like dogs that tried to dry themselves off. God, it was so ridiculous he couldn’t help but laugh. Cas joined him and together they tried to wrestle out of their soaked clothes. Before Cas dragged him into a bath filled with hot water and bubbles, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. The single cornflower was still somehow stuck behind his ear and maybe it was all the giddiness and endorphins, but yeah. In that moment, he felt gorgeous.

[rewatching-sam-and-dean]

What season of SPN makes you the most feral? What are your headcanons about it?

Hi Anon!

Sorry it took me so long to answer, usually I’m quicker with asks. First, I needed to think about my answer. Then, my internet went down (ugh). Now, I’m on a work trip.

I don’t tend to have a lot of headcanons for SPN, and the ones I have, I mostly think of in the moment as I’m watching or they are pretty common (for example, Ben is Dean’s kid).

Anyways, after thinking about it, I think the season(s) thst makes me the most feral is the Season 2 & 3 combo. I have to put them together because of the reversal of brother worry that flows so well: Dean worrying obsessively about Sam (and being alone) until the worst happens and Sam actually dies, so Dean sells his soul for Sam because he can’t bear to be without him, so Sam worries obsessively about Dean (and being alone) until he starts throwing some of his morals out the window (metaphorically selling his soul) to try and save him, but the worst happens and Dean dies. These seasons have so many brother feels, then being mistaken for a couple (which I always find amusing), and pain. It all hurts so good.

There are a couple of things that make me feel especially “feeral” in this era.

In “In My Tine of Dying” Sam can sense Dean’s soul (love this), they talk to each other using a “talking board,” and Sam tried so damn hard find a way to save (in a short window of time) Dean, and Dean (who worries that he needs Sam more than Sam needs him) never remembers how worried Sam was for him and how much he watered to save him. I hate that he doesn’t remember. As far as I can tell, when Tessa returns his memories of that time (in Season 4), she only returned the parts involving her, not the parts where Dean saw how much Sam loved him (This is up there with Sam and Dean not knowing the phone call was tampered with in Season 4, for me).

“What is and What Should Never Be” pretty much twists my heart from start to finish. Dean having everything “apple pie” he could want, but none of it being worth it if Sam doesn’t love him (beyond in the “he’s my brother so I have to love him” but NOT like him sort of way). The acting in this one is good too. We get a very different Sam, and Jared plays how different he is from normal Sam and how weirded out he is by Dean trying to show any affection towards him really well. We get to see Jensen play a cute and happy Dean, then we see his heart breaking when he realizes he can’t stop hunting if it means people will die, and I love/hate the more subtle heartbreak of him seeing Sam back away from him. I just … love this episode. (Also, … “What are you calling me bitch for?”).

Everything about Meg!Sam, and Dean saying he’d rather die than kill Sam. Pure gold.

“Mystery Spot,” the whole episode is just fantastic. A tiny hesdcanon I have for this episode is that there was at least a day where Sam tackled Dean to the bed (non-romantically) and just refused to let him up, clinging to him like a koala in desperation because Dean dies every time he leaves the room, or does basically anything. Dean struggles at first but then just lays there and takes it, maybe awkwardly patting Sam’s arm. He is both kinda weirded out, but also secretly happy with how much Sam obviously cares about him. But, of course, it being Mystery Spot, Sam probably accidentally kills him somewhere in there.

One last thing I think of often is, I wish I could see Sam succeeding and saving Dean in the Season 3 finale. It bothers me so much that he couldn’t do it after how hard he tried, and the lengths he was willing to go to, and it hurts seeing how much his “failure” and losing Dean tortured him. Dean ended up inflicting the exact pain on Sam that their Dad did on him by selling his soul for him and dying for him, except worse. Also, I actually like the Angel story line in Seasons 4 to 6, but I loath it after that, except for a few exceptions. So, if Sam had saved Dean, we might have been spared angel politics thst went on for too long, as well.

Anyway, I’ll stop it there because my answer is getting away from me.

Thank you for your question, Anon ❤️.

What season(s) make you feral?

[gryffintheparrotcat]

Hot take but bg3 doesn't have the awesome replayability it claims to have.

To get the most obvious point out the way first: 17,000 endings? Pure marketing there is like 5 unique endings and the rest is tiny details that don't change ending scenes. Realistically after you've seen one tav and one durge ending and made one of em good and one evil, you won't be replaying just for the other 3 endings.

And you won't replay for the sidequests and their outcomes either. How many sidequests are there in Act 1? How many in Act2? Barely any if any at all, almost of them link back to the mainquest and change with it so you've probably already seen it in your first good & evil playthroughs. And if they don't (namely Auntie Ethel, Baelen & Derryth , Omeluum and Zhentarim) they are short and only become relevant again in Act 3. Act 3 the place of endless amounts of sidequests that all boil down to 'defeat this boss' and then never affect anything else. You can do these quests in literally any fucking order and they will not change anything. The only order needed is murder tribunal -> Orin and Iron Throne -> Steel watch -> Gortash. And both of these can be fully or partially skipped depending on if you want to save the Gondians and if you're Durge.

And let's entirely be honest here, as fun as it is to make a new tav or durge concept, once you know the endings and some few major choices, you know how their story will play out. Do I start those playthroughs anyways? Yes. Did I finish any of them yet? No, I struggle to find a reason why I should if I can already predict how the major story beats will play out, I spend most of my time making a new character with trying to find a way to combine an interesting tav idea with a companion I haven't romanced before or with a specific major choice for a companion that I haven't played before.

Which brings me to actually reasons to replay the game:

1) Romancing a different companion, because that's literally the only way to get to know them. Except romancing a different companion doesn't change anything major except some parts of the ending epilogue dialogue, so you'll be replaying the exact same playthrough again but this time you romance Gale instead of Wyll and get 3 new scenes you haven't seen before in a total of what? 100 playhours?. But for each companion there are story changing choices too, only changes like 2 scenes with said companion and nothing else, but wouldn't you want to see those too?. Alright another 100 hours except this time the choices only change 1 scene and happen 50hrs into the exact same playthrough as your previouse Astarion romance.

And nr 2) trying out builds. Because you can't actually try out combos in Act 3, both because there is a very finite amount of enemies with very specific weaknesses and resistances and because some build changing items are in previous acts and you can't go back. If you want to try out a build you best hope you have the perfect coincidental save to reload to (and lose all progress or not save the changes... fun) or you better prepare to replay the entire damn game just to try out if 6 levels paladin and 6 levels sorcerer work well together or not. And the companions don't help here either. We have two humans, five elves (with 2 wood 2 high 2 half elves, yay!) a githyanki and a tiefling. How many of these actually have unique racial features? Your build would work better with halfling luck or duegar invisibility? Tough luck. Make a new tav. Most of the time first 5 levels aren't even worth multiclassing at unless you want to make the game unnecessarily difficult, dragging your new playthrough out even longer.

I have 600 playhours and I still don't know anything about Lae'zel, Shadowheart or Karlach because my romance runs for them are all not past Act 1 yet. And it doesn't matter how fun it feels to have a powerful build in act 3 or how fun it is to find a new story possibility. If I have to go spend like 50hrs to reach the part that's interesting. Even worse when I can't be bothered to loot things anymore, leading to me missing out on vital loot all because I didn't want to turn the stone at the grove for the 12th time. My choice here is get burned out from turning every rock every time or burn out because skipping through everything, making it unnecessarily hard, blocking potential builds and missing quests/dialogue/etc ruins the whole roleplay part that would motivate me to make a new playthrough in the first place.

Not to mention the fact that I'm struggling to make the character creator fun, it's always been lacking options but with 20 playthroughs open to go, I've already used all of them. I'm trying to choose a different face and hairstyle (gave up on makeup and body art being unique a hot while ago) for each character to make them unique but with all elves sharing faces and all half elves sharing faces and already having used at least 2 face from each race it's starting to look pretty samey here. And I'd love to use a ton of mods but the game by itself already breaks when it's update time.

The point is that no matter how much the game likes to pretend, choices don't matter that much, not in the character creator, not in the story, at best a little in who you romance but even then the difference is a few scenes. This is only made worse by larian confirming that the evil run is purposfully so short and lacking because "it's supposed to feel bad. You killed these people, now you miss out on their questlines." I'm here to explore different story outcomes, not to be punished for picking options the game gave me! An evil playthrough can be made to feel bad without punishing the player for picking an option you gave them. Not to mention the fact that there is barely any way if any way at all to be more nuanced? All options are either heroically good or comically evil, if you're lucky you get the third option to do good but ask for payment... yay... I'm sure that will totally not play exactly like the good playthrough.

The game is fun, hell I have 600 playhours. Not all of them where spent in burn out limbo. But I could've easily stopped at 150hrs after finishing my good tav and evil durge and I wouldn't have missed much.