#but the show is determined to keep blowing it up so idk how that would even work lmao

[aerithisms]

whenever people talk about ideas for the "whoniverse" i always can't help but be like. but what's the point. like people talk about the potential of setting shows "in the doctor who universe" but doctor who barely has a consistent universe that's the whole appeal! the show constantly makes shit up in order to facilitate whatever story it's telling that particular week and that often involves contradicting itself and none of us care because nobody is coming to doctor who for expansive lore. the show's entire MO is that it can do anything and be anything all on its own. what can an expanded universe possibly do but dilute that

[spicyvampire]

Man, I cannot stop thinking about Chalothorn coming to save Tharn and listening to Tharn when he asked to not kill Montree (and u know it's serious cuz i'm using his actual name)

Like that is when Tharn understood what he had to do to break the curse isn't it? Like this is when he went from grieving having to leave and accepting it because he knew what he was going to do while he was gone and he didn't know if it was going to work but he was going to try like this is a man with determination right there, like he isn't only looking at Montee he also has a goal in mind

and I feel like talking about this process Tharn went through but also just going through the trio's "character descriptions" as in Chalothorn being a fighter (maybe not talk about Chalothorn in this specific post I want to give him a whole post for himself), Wansarut/Tharn being an healer/protector (mediator?) and Sakuna/Phaya being a fighter (somewhat a little bit of a protector Wansarut/Tharn kinda rubbed off of them akasghjsgajhad like literally) and also just talk about power levels and who would match who in a fight and how that affected Tharn's decision or something idk we will see

Disclaimer : pulling all of this completely out of my ass from watching the show but it makes sense to me, might not make sense to anybody else cuz these are just raw out-of-order thoughts

I think I'll put everything under a keep reading cuz I know We about to spend an hour on this cuz this is taking too much space in my brain and I got school assignments to do so we just gonna throw it up right now

WANSARUT

Let's start with the fact that Wansarut is a healer/protector (and a mediator of some sort maybe? idk) like from the get go you got Wansarut saving Sakuna and healing him, simply because Sakuna was still alive (ep 8)

Like they are enemies at that point??? and what if Sakuna decided to kill Wansarut when he got better? And you can see that Sakuna does not understand Wansarut's actions cuz like they are enemies! That is a big risk Wansarut took simply because he was still alive, because it's not in Wansarut's nature to just sit there and watch someone die, whether they are from the enemy side or not, and Wansarut tells Sakuna to leave as soon as he feels better too, because Sakuna is clearly in Naga territory and it's dangerous for him there, and Wansarut didn't ask anything in return until Sakuna proposed it, and what Wansarut asks is just so goddamn UUUGHHHRBSGUYAHFG [tv static noise]

I literally do not know how to describe it but like Wansarut has an entire Garuda that is the literal Garuda king's brother saying he will give Wansarut anything as a favor because Wansarut saved him and Wansarut asks for peace between their people??? That's why I was like Wansarut is kinda a mediator, also later Wansarut says this

Really showing even if Wansarut would be happy with Sakuna, this situationship they got going on, Sakuna's presence in these woods, could make the war both of their people are living worst, and Wansarut do not want to cause harm, it would go against Wansarut's healer/protector nature

Also random sidenote : the way Wansarut talks the human world and about that Naga legend of a Naga turned human that wanted to be a Monk, is such a benevolent and loving god way of talking, also the fact that Wansarut is showing this whole part of Naga culture (Naga offering and breathing fire to pay respect to Buddha, on the 15th nigh of the 11th waxing moon) to Sakuna an outsider??? a literal enemy of Wansarut's people???? mind fucking blowing if you ask me

THARN

Ok enough about boyprincess time to talk about babygirl Tharn and how Wansarut's healer/protector (mediator) nature translated to him

Let me start with the fact that Tharn almost never attacks anyone first, and is always ready to put his gun down, and literally never shoot if he doesn't have to, let's just take a look at how fast he put his gun down in ep 12 and the fact that he didn't just shoot Montee goon in the back which gave him the time to disarm Tharn

Also when he could have literally shoot Narong possessed by Chalothorn back in episode 5, the coast was clear Phaya was out of the way and Narong was attacking Phaya so he had "reasonable" reason to just shoot the guy, like hell they even made eye contact and Narong (Chalothorn) just fully ignored him cuz he knew Tharn was not gonna shoot and Tharn really just didn't shoot

And don't get me started on the fact that Tharn took that stab for Phaya i'll be here till next year like!!! All that was in his mind was protecting Phaya and if he get hurt doing it so be it, which is literally exactly what his past self did, they will protect what they love, whatever the cost

Like it almost doesn't make sense that Tharn is a cop in this lifetime because of his healer/protector nature, if they still were making him a first responder, it would have made more sense if Tharn was a paramedic or something, but because his parents were killed it and he had to get justice for them he was knocked off the typical healer/protector path slightly, but he was still doing his cop job like he was a healer/protector (which is what cops should be tbh. but that's another discussion), like i wouldn't be surprised if Tharn's other reincarnations were in the medical field in some ways (but again how do you tell this story if they aren't in the same field of work? that's another problem innit)

SAKUNA

Unfortunately I gotta stop talking about babygirl Tharn and talk about our resident bird

Sakuna is fighter first and foremost like there is no questioning that, but I think he is a level lower than Chalothorn, like Sakuna is a high ranking soldier, probably his brother's right hand man but both time Sakuna tried to fight Chalothorn he lost, first time he was hurt very badly and Wansarut had to heal him, second time cost him and Wansarut's life and that's how the cycle started

And it honestly doesn't look like he match Chalothorn's powers even in garuda form, I think the garuda that would match Chalothorn would be Sakuna's brother (ep 12), unfortunately Sakuna would never get to a level where he could win since he died, and just keep dying every reincarnation after that, and I assume he just keep dying before he reach his full powers

But anyways by the end of Sakuna's life he wasn't only a fighter, you can see he genuinely was worried and wanted to protect Wansarut and he didn't care for his brother's war all that much, he did fight but that was to prove his love

And that's kinda beautiful isn't it? that's the effect Wansarut has on people Wansarut is close to and that's honestly the most powerful talent, like more powerful than the actual magic Wansarut can do

PHAYA

Phaya bird man extraodinaire is yet again a fighter (soldier) in this life, quite literally in the investigation team, but you can see that he has leadership qualities real early on (ep 2)

He is honestly a natural leader and I'm sure Sakuna was too, but on the powers side, his garuda powers like dormant/just under the surface this whole series, the best we get are little sparkles (ep 5 + ep 12)

His best qualities : his sparkles

Sidenote : let me just mention how protective Phaya is of Tharn, guy put his whole body over Tharn when there is a blast near, he is always in front of Tharn when they are fighting, not just episode 12 but simply all the time, like both time we saw his sparkles were related to protecting Tharn in some ways, like this man has a very fighter way of being a protector

But anyways my little birdy you are doing amazing tweety and I love you, but like how is he supposed to fight this fucking thing with goddamn garuda sparkles????????????

Well the answer can only be that he was never supposed to fight it. Like let's think about this for a sec, every goddamn reincarnation before phayatharn died why do you think? well idk but I can at least say for certain Sakuna and Wansarut died because Sakuna chose to fight. Literally every goddamn time this shit has always gone down south and we can assume it is because they fought Chalothorn. Fighting was literally NEVER the answer, but they kept doing it and honestly isn't insanity doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results???? They've tried Sakuna and Chalothorn's way and the only thing it got them, is them both killed in all their past reincarnations and Chalothorn being honestly one reincarnation kill away from turning into a Naga forever

Also like sidenote : there is no sign of Tharn's Naga form, like what we got from Tharn are some somewhat powerful sparkles but you can't seriously tell me he can fight Chalothorn literal king of Nagas with that, like the sparkles were only there to protect Phaya, Tharn/Wansarut were never meant to be fighters (ep 5), like even with Phaya and Tharn's powers combined it wouldn't work tbh

Problem is, this whole situation with Tharn's parents dying and people Tharn love dying did make Tharn forget who he was, so much suffering and hurt and grief from a young age can change a soul, Tharn was looking for justice for his parents and frankly was kinda impulsive and reckless about it, and thats why the abbott's role in this show was so goddamn important, he was here to remind Tharn of who he is (the lion king simba and mufasa style REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE), and that is a healer, a protector and a mediator first and foremost, he even said this in episode 3 and he is right Kindness is Tharn's biggest weapon (and Phaya's btw because Sakuna's soul has changed a lot over the courses of reincarnations and he is such a sweetie, that is until Chalothorn walks into the room)

FINAL

bro where was I even going with this? Idk but back to Chalothorn listening to Tharn in episode 12, I think that's when Tharn got a declic as to what the abbott meant by all of his mediation and precepts stuff, Tharn understood then that first of all Chalothorn is not only a killer, the person he has known all these years that cares about him and his wellbeing is there, he literally came to Tharn's rescue twice, in ep 11 when Tharn was falling off the cliff and with Montee in episode 12, the problem is you cannot talk calmly to Chalothorn with Phaya in the room, it's just never going to end well, you put those 2 head strong (mostly) fighters in a room and all hell break lose and people literally die

So Tharn knew he had to leave, but this time, in contrary to the end of episode 11, he had a purpose, the purpose was to change Chalothorn's mind from the inside, because Chalothorn's has show signs of caring and kindness (again he probably got that from hanging out with Tharn tbh), but Tharn didn't know if that would work, he didn't know if he was going to be able to come back to Phaya, and that's why he was saying goodbye like that

That's why it felt like, contrary to episode 11, this goodbye from Tharn had an air of acceptance of his fate, because he knew it was his time to go and fight for his and Phaya's love, but this time he was going to do it his way, and that way is with kindness, love and empathy, like the healer/protector that he is

[watchingyoufromthestars]

I wanted to make a post outlining the Glennry Tangled AU. It is VERY long so it’s going under the cut. And when I say long I mean 3k+ words

The prophecy of the Unsung Hero is a bit different here. I haven’t written it out yet, but it involves the Doodler being released into a host, much like Scary in the Church but a permanent residence. The secret Cult of the Doodler from Neverwinter is now an Order within Oakvale’s palace, Barry the head of operations. He believes his child is the one prophesied to become this all powerful god’s human host. Also, Oakvale is pretty much just Corona, it’s not the commune like in DnDads.

Nearing the end of her pregnancy, Autumn falls ill, so then like the movie the hunt for the Sundrop flower begins. Willy has been guarding the flower for himself for who knows how long, determined to use its powers to live forever. And unfortunately like Gothel, the flower is ‘taken from him’ and whisked away to the palace.

Henry is born not too long after. Within the prophecy is something that alludes to Henry being kidnapped but one day returning ‘when the time is right’, so Barry essentially lets it happen. There’s some kind of dialogue between him and Willy. Barry conveys to him what he believes to be this stranger’s role in destiny but Willy’s like “I don’t give a shit about your stupid prophecy I just want the flower back”. But the flower is a part of Henry now, so his only option is to steal this baby.

He and Barry strike a deal. Willy can keep the ‘flower’ for now, but when the time comes Henry will return to the castle to become a vessel for the Doodler. They agree on sharing the power of the Doodler when it happens, both planning on betraying the other to keep it for themselves. For now it’s just these two slimy assholes that see this baby as something to protect and take care of but for all the wrong reasons. A means to an end with containing the Doodler in a manipulatable container and a source of magic to live forever. But not a child. Not a person.

So Henry grows up in the secluded tower with Willy. A false love, for the power inside him rather than the person who holds it, but it’s not like Henry knows that yet. I want him to still have Rapunzel’s love of painting here, which isn’t too important to the story, but he’s a painter here instead of geologist (which let’s be honest, how the hell would he do that while locked in a tower lol). Also before I forget to add it somewhere else, Pascal is Erin. There’s nothing really that different besides the name change .(idea from @/supremely-unsupervised tyyyy)

Enter Glenn: wanted thief going by a fake name but I don’t know what yet. Could just be Flynn Rider but idk if I can think of something different that ties back to DnDads. Anyways, Glenn is his Eugene, not the name on the wanted posters. The object he steals instead of the Lost Prince’s crown is some important relic, an ornate knife, that's to be used in the future Doodler Vessel ceremony. This will be important later on when they’re in Oakvale and meet Barry for the first time.

The plot follows the movie pretty closely for a while here. Henry asks to leave the tower, Willy says the outside world is too dangerous. Glenn is chased down by Darryl as Maximus (yes. Darryl is the horse). Glenn finds the tower and tries to hide out there, but Henry knocks him out with a frying pan. He attempts to show Glenn to Willy upon his return, wanting to prove he can handle himself in the outside world. Willy blows up and refuses to let Henry leave the tower. Henry instead asks for the paint made from white shells as a gift, which sends Willy on a three-day journey.

Henry strikes a deal with Glenn: the relic in exchange for taking him to see the lights. Here, the lights are a more a marker that one day the Lost Prince will return, rather than hope that he will. Thousands of lanterns in the night sky every year on his birthday, calling out to him that they’re awaiting his return. On the way, Glenn stops by the Snuggly Duckling (which I’ve been calling the Ugly Duckling on accident this whole time oops), run by his friend, Ron. This scene is less an attempt to scare Henry and more a trial run to interacting with society since Henry’s only had Willy before Glenn came along. Really, Glenn just wants to stop by and talk to Ron again. Henry is introduced to all of the regulars they hang out there as often as Glenn (all the characters from the digital scene, they aren’t replaced with DnDads characters). Henry’s very intimidated by them at first, but everyone is very nice which surprises him (so imagine all their softer sides they reveal during ‘I Have A Dream’ except they’re just like that from the start).

Meanwhile, Willy runs into Darryl. Quickly suspicious of why a palace horse would be out here, he runs back to the tower and finds Henry gone. Enraged, he thinks Barry betrayed him by taking Henry back early. He then finds the relic Glenn stole and forms a plan to use this as leverage against Barry to get Henry back and still hold the power over the Doodler in the end.

Cut back to the Snuggly Duckling. Ron, Glenn, and Henry talk for a while before the royal guard barges in looking for Glenn. Ron helps them quietly escape but Darryl continues to sniff them out like the bloodhound of a horse he is. Glenn and Henry are trying to run from the royal guard but are now trapped in a flooding cave. In what seems like their dying breaths, Glenn reveals that his actual name is Glenn Close. Which doesn’t make sense as a sentence but like. You know what I’m saying. Henry says he has magic hair that glows when he sings, and then he realizes he can use that to find their way out of the water, singing his tune just as the water closes over them completely. They narrowly escape the blocked up cave, heaving their way onto the riverbank.

Cut to them sitting by the fire. Henry heals Glenn’s hand from clawing their way out of the cave. He talks about how Willy told him that when he was little, people wanted his magic for themselves, so Willy hid him away where Henry would be safe. He then turns the conversation back to Glenn’s name reveal. Whatever the name is that Glenn was using beforehand, Flynn Rider or something else, it was a character he’d read about in a book as a kid. Same story as Eugene, this kid who had nothing and this character had everything. After they talk, Willy comes out from the trees and approaches Henry, warning him that he won’t like what he finds in Oakvale. Telling him that he should just come back home to their tower. Henry refuses, but Willy only came to start planting seeds of doubt in Henry that everyone else is out to get him and that Willy is all he can trust. This is where we start to diverge a lot from 1-1 with the Tangled plot. Unlike the movie, he doesn’t give Henry the relic. It’s too big of a leverage to practically hand back to Barry because Willy knows eventually Henry will meet with him if they go into Oakvale. He’s counting on Henry learning the truth about Barry and running back ‘home’ to him.

The next morning, Darryl tracks down Glenn and attempts to arrest him (as well as a horse can do that), but Henry calls for a birthday truce, which Darryl reluctantly agrees to. They enter Oakvale and participate in the festival held during the day before the lantern lightings. And now Henry gets his hair braided yayyy they don’t have to carry around all that hair anymore good lord. Alsoooooo maybe maybe might throw in some NPC kids to braid his hair but not Lark and Sparrow (I’ll have something else about them at the end). They’d be more visual easter eggs than the actual kids of the dads because only Ron here could logically be a father to one of them at this point. And Darryl is literally a horse.

Now the Cult of the Doodler and all knowledge of the prophecy regarding Henry is only known within the palace walls, and the common folk of the kingdom are under the impression Henry died shortly after birth. They see the lanterns as a way to honor the prince’s life. The festival during the day was never originally a part of the lantern lightings, but as time went on and people forgot it was originally a memorial, it became more about the lanterns as a holiday than anything to do with the prince.

They come across the large wall mosaic, that of what might be the king and queen of this place holding a newborn baby. Henry, curious about the portrait, asks a bystander about it. They explain that, although the festival has overpowered its original intent, each year on the prince’s birthday the entire kingdom lights lanterns. And Henry looks to the mosaic, and to all his surroundings, and something clicks about the crest he sees everywhere. The Sun plastered on every surface imaginable is the same Sun he’s been painting all over the walls back in the tower. Unsure of himself, afraid of a certain possibility, Henry asks how old the prince is. The villager answers that he passed away twenty years ago right after he was born. Shakily, Henry thanks her for her time and tugs at Glenn to follow him.

Once standing somewhere slightly more private, Henry voices his anxieties. He has the same birthday as the prince; not just the day but the years as well. He points out all the Suns hanging around them. And he points out that the man in the mosaic looks a lot like him. And in his ramble he confesses to Willy visiting the other night when Glenn had walked off, warning Henry “he might not like what he finds in Oakvale”. Unsure of how to comfort Henry in this moment, Glenn begins to speak— he’s cut short by a royal guard. Both of them panic, cornered, but the guard assures them neither have anything to worry about. He only comes to deliver a message: the King wishes to speak with them. And he addresses Henry by name, though it was never given to him. Hard cut to Barry watching from a lower tower, his eyes following Henry as he walks towards the castle.

They’re lead down a hallway filled with various portraits of previous rulers, all looking too much like Henry and ramping up his anxieties. He feels Glenn take his hand, a small comfort letting him know he’s not braving this alone. When they reach their intended room, the door open to the man from the mosaic.

“Welcome home, Henry.”

Lottttttttsssss of talk talk talk here. Barry explains that he knew Henry would return to him today. In fact, he’s been keeping watch since this morning. He’d instructed his guards to let them enjoy the festivities, after all it’s a party in his honor, whether the rest of the kingdom remembers that or not. He wanted to let Henry come to him, but if he did not realize on his own then his guards had permission to guide him once the sun started its descent. Enraged, confused, multiple emotions boiling over at once, Henry demands an explanation for whatever the hell this all is. Barry explains a bit about the prophecy to Henry. How Henry was to be taken away until he was old enough to play his part. Not outright saying that Willy stole him away, but Barry does bring up that Willy’s role was to guard and protect Henry all this time until fate saw fit he return. Henry asks what could possibly be so important, what fate, that his apparent birth father willingly gave him up for someone else to raise. Barry then starts on the Doodler. Insert full prophecy here and how all of it is coming to pass, and then Barry turns to Glenn. He asked for the knife. Seeing the confusion and worry on Glenn’s face, Barry explains that the relic he stole is to be used in the summoning of the Doodler. That a bond is to be broken not only by ripping a god into this dimension but a bond broken between they who spills the vessel’s blood. Barry believes Glenn to be the one who is supposed to cut Henry.

Glenn doesn’t have the knife. In a flicker that only Henry notices, Barry’s eye twitches. Barry repeats himself that they need the knife for the ceremony. Glenn insists he doesn’t have the knife, that it got left back at— he doesn’t say. All of this is bullshit and they don’t have to listen to Barry. He’s not going to participate in some crazy cult ritual and he’s certainly not going to hurt his friend. With a heavy sigh, Barry orders for Glenn and Henry to be taken away. Clearly the ceremony cannot commence but he’s not letting them leave before the knife gets back to them. Immediately Glenn throws a punch at the guard who moved to grab him and yells at Henry to run. The two scramble to make their way out of the room, run down the halls, and out of the castle to the crowded streets where all the lanterns are being prepared. Weaving in and out of the packed streets as guards chase them. Darryl sees them running, but also who they’re running from. Loyalties divided as a guard tries to mount him, he runs away in panic not knowing who to choose. A guard catches Glenn, who screams for Henry to keep running. With tears in his eyes, Henry keeps going.

By the time he’s reached the forest, he’s exhausted. Henry collapses at the edge of the woods, crying as the night sky lights up with lanterns. Yeah that’s right they don’t get their cute boat scene where they almost kiss. Unfortunate. Maybe I’ll rework some other scene in earlier where they almost kiss but idk where that would go.

From the shadows, Willy. The only person he can turn to and one of the only people he can trust, Henry lets his ‘father’ lead him back home.

Meanwhile, Glenn is being led to a cell he’ll be locked away in. Barry might have given him a pass had Glenn played his part, but the knife is missing and now so is Henry again so they’ll just put him in jail until he wants to talk and tell them where the knife and Henry are. Barry monologues a bit to him, and here Glenn learns more about Willy. He realizes that Willy was only using Henry too, but also that Willy knows about all the Doodler shit and the knife is back at the tower (as far as he knows, but all the same Willy has it and can use it).

And then the doors around them close. The slot opens and Ron speaks from the other side, asking for the password. Barry, seemingly calm as ever, demands for the door to be opened. This scene is pretty much the same in that all the characters from the Snuggly Duckling show up to help Glenn escape, led by Darryl who brought them all there. Riding Darryl, Glenn races back to the tower to save Henry from Willy.

Everything from here plays pretty much the same. Instead of realizing he’s the Lost Prince, Henry comes to the realization that Willy was using him too. That his whole life he’s been seen as nothing but an object to be handed back and forth. He just learned his actual father willingly abandoned him only hoping he’d return like cattle for slaughter. And then the whiplash of realizing this guy who’s raised him his whole life, the man he ran back to when there was nobody else to trust, that there was never any love at all. He’s seen Henry as an object from the beginning as well. Henry’s just that damned flower and Willy has been keeping him hidden in his cage.

And Henry sits there and realizes that nobody has ever seen him as himself. Maybe Glenn did, but he’s probably dead by now. And it’s all Henry’s fault but Glenn saw Henry for him.

So the only person Henry has to trust is himself. He refuses to let Willy use him any longer. He’s tired of it all. But Willy won’t take no for an answer. He talks about how he always planned to cross Barry in the end, but he never thought it’d be this easy. All the work was practically done for him. He stands in front of the window, blocking any exit Henry has to escape, and pulls out the ceremonial knife. They won’t do it here, not when people know where this tower is now (because as far as Willy knows, Glenn could’ve told Barry where the tower is) so it’s too risky to perform the ceremony here, but Willy insists they will be summoning the Doodler into Henry and that they’re leaving now.

The rest follows pretty close to the story again from here. Glenn gets to the tower, only to find Henry bound and gagged while Willy fatally stabs him from behind. Willy tries to drag Henry away and out of the tower, but Henry continues to fight against Willy. He insists he’ll never stop trying to get away from him, but if Willy lets him heal Glenn, he’ll go willingly. Willy reluctantly agrees to this. Henry rushes to Glenn’s side, but before he can heal him, Glenn cuts Henry’s hair with a shard from a mirror that broke in Henry and Willy’s earlier struggle. Horrified, Willy begins to age rapidly, trips, and falls from the tower, hitting the ground as a pile of dust.

As the magic dies alongside Glenn, tears begin to stream down Henry’s face. The last of the flower falls with it and onto Glenn, which heals him and saves his life.

I’m not sure how I’d wrap it up from here. Do they run away to another kingdom, far away from Barry and anything to do with the Doodler? Is Barry somehow thrown out of power and the Cult of the Doodler destroyed, leaving Henry to take over if he wishes? I don’t know. But what I do know is that these two get a happy ending. A soft, domestic life where they adopt two beautiful boys that they name Lark and Sparrow. Henry teaches them how to paint (favored more by Sparrow) and Glenn teaches them how to fight and defend themselves.

I don’t know how it happens but I would want Barry overthrown immensely. I want Henry to reunite with his mother who played no part in this. I want Darryl to be everyone’s friend who’s also a horse. I want the Snuggly Duckling to become a much frequented pub where they all hang out. I had a silly idea that Ron makes Darryl a special “horse beer” that’s just a wheatgrass juice.

Anyways I think that’s pretty much everything. This AU has been plaguing me since the idea first popped in my head. I’m glad I managed to outline at least one of my AUs entirely lol.

[munsonology]

I know you like Eddie and idk if u like Steve but I keep seeing these steddie/reader fics where Steve is a sub and Eddie is a dom but like

Eddie is def a soft!dom at times, but he's a switch. First and foremost. Secondly, Steve?? Sure, rare occasions he can be a sub, but he is mean he is a bitch!! He is a dom!! He would totally get off on degradation and then during aftercare make sure you know he never meant those things and he loves u. Eddie is just mumbling and moaning the whole time incoherently, the only words you can make out is "feels so good" "good girl" 'fuck me" and "please more". But after? He is cocky as fuck acting like he wasn't just a second away from whining for one of you two to peg him

Bestie I love Steve! I know it doesn’t seem like it but I was originally a Steve girl but I think having the gap between season 3 and 4 I kinda stopped and then Eddie came and here I am lol

But you’re so right! Steve never gives me sub vibes only dom, especially after watching season 2. I think steve still has king steve tendencies so when y’all get together he’s cautious to let it show because you’re his perfect match, and he doesn’t wanna scare you away. He was a mess after Nancy, but with you it’s different he feels like he couldn’t go on without you so he’ll do everything to keep you around.

I think Steve could let you dom him but only for like 30 minutes 😭 he’d never let you have full control but I think you kinda don’t want to either the whole time?? Like you’d tie his hands to the bed posts in his room and he’d tease like “are you sure it’s tight enough?” And now you’re questioning your knot skills

And maybe at the 15 min mark you’re mouth is full with big dick Steve, one hand at the base and the other tickling his balls how he likes but you stop and blow some air on the swollen head of his cock like a candle and now it’s on and he’s looking at you and says “do that again and you’ll regret it kitten”

But 10 minutes later you’re lowering yourself on his beautiful cock, and he’s so big 🤤 you’ve never had to lower yourself without help before and you gotta admit you might need help. You’re barely past the tip, and now he’s looking at you with a little smirk “do you need help baby. Just untie me” but you pout “no I can do it myself” and he chuckles “it’s ok to admit you need help kitten” and he sees how you’re determined so he talks you through it, encouraging you to take more of him, you your cunt was made for him and no one else but it’s still not working so you give up “ok I’ll let you take over” and he grins and flips you over on your back so fast your head spins and he laughs “I untied myself when you went to change the cassette….now let daddy take care of you kitten” it’s about a year before you dom him again 😭

Eddie on the other hand is so switchy. I feel like he can switch mid scene too if y’all are playing like that. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, but like if you make him suck your strap (it’s a 2 sided dildo) but he sees how you moan when he tugs on the shaft that’s his opening!! And now he’s over you, one hand on your throat and the other on your strap fucking you with it and you don’t know how it happened so fast. One minute you had him on his knees, fucking him and jerking him off and making him blow you and now he’s taking your strap off and fucking your cunt wide open, taking a vibe (when did get that??? How did he hide that the whole time??) to your clit and forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you. The sheets are soaked from cum and squirt obviously and when he’s had his fill he tells you to open your mouth so he can make a deposit of spit as a token of forgiveness because he knows tonight was your night to dom. Yeah Eddie has tricks up his sleeves you gotta be careful with him 😭😭😭😭

[chrrylpstcks]

( madison pettis, 25, cis woman, she/her ) ☼ i know it’s a small town, but i run into WHITNEY BAPTISTE every time i go to THE LIBRARY. it’s like they practically live there and not PELICAN TOWN for THREE MONTHS. it must be because they’re DETERMINED and SHARP. come to think of it, that’s probably why they’re a JOJA MART DISTRICT MANAGER IN TRAINING too. but i did hear they want to CLIMB THE JOJA LADDER AND BECOME CEO, and sometimes they like to RUN. rumor has it they also like RUBY but dislike SPRING ONION. what do you think? + meagan, 28, she/her, est

history

born and raised in the ferngill republic's capital city

her family didn't have a lot of money growing up, but her parents always thought her education was really important. they even applied for her to attend a private school on a scholarship, and she got in.

they were always very strict with her about her grades and extracurriculars and anything that would look good on a college application, and whitney really did want to make them proud

the kids at her school were not very nice and would sometimes bully her for being poor, but she just took it, knowing they were idiots and one day it would all be worth it

went to an ivy league school for undergrad where the people were not much nicer, and then a second one for her mba. all the while, she kept her nose in the books, never making many friends because she was too busy studying, studying, studying to keep her scholarships and her eyes on the prize.

right out of her mba program, she landed a spot in joja mart's prestigious district manager program. she spent the first year of her job managing a joja mart store somewhere else in the ferngill republic. the hours were long and hard, but her boss saw something in her and continued to push her.

as the second year of the program, she is a district manager in training, and the valley is one of her stores.

the valley is...new to her, to say the least. she has always lived in the city, so it's a not-so-welcome change of pace, but like everything whitney is just taking it in stride. the company bought a house for her to stay in as she travels in and out of the town often, though they really want her to focus on the stardew valley store because it hasn't been performing as well as some of its peers.

whitney is determined to bring it from last to first in the district, showing joja leadership just how dedicated and good at her job she is.

has been here three months but hasn't really talked to anyone and it hasn't been going as well as she wants it to. realized she needs to talk to people more to understand the market, so getting out her routine more and trying to meet people.

personality

determined, smart, blunt, sharp, insecure, immature

can be charismatic when she wants to be

so hungry to prove herself and very concerned with how every move comes off to other people, particularly in the context of her career

headcanons

she is 5'1

often found at the library with her joja-issue laptop muttering under her breath about how the connection is slow and surrounded by mountains of paperwork

blows off steam with a 6am run every morning, so any earlybirds will see her zipping around town -- she does not want to talk, she has a schedule

DOES now talk to townspeople at other times though, mostly to secretly conduct market research

often carrying a clipboard with her to do list and other paperwork around during the day, as well as her work bag

wanted connections

beefing with people who don't like joja mart

people who thinks she's friends with them

someone she does eventually become friends with but it will be a slow burn

next door neighbor in pelican town

idk maybe a crush, maybe it's unrequited on her or by her

open to more of course we can brainstorm :)

[ghostbc-headcanons]

Any headcanons about Papa Nihil as a dad + how the first three Emerituses were raised? (Can be angsty if you'd like 👀).

oh this is definitely going to be angsty for SURE. (this is less of a headcanon post and more of a... timeline i guess?? idk what to call this but i hope it works!)

to say that papa nihil was a good dad is probably an overstatement. does he love his children? of course, absolutely! that doesn't make up for the fact that he was incredibly absent from their lives.

being the head of the church (as if sister imperator didn't do most of the work) meant his schedule was jam packed with important duties. when primo was born, he did genuinely try to raise him as his own. he set him up to be the heir to the papacy, teaching him the ways of the dark one. primo looked up to his father greatly, even when he went off on his escapades and the young emeritus was left in the company of either ghouls or sister imperator.

when secondo was born, that's when nihil started slipping up. he couldn't even use the excuse of being papa at this point because he started blowing off important events, brothers of blasphemy started speaking in his place at sermons, and even if nihil did show up, he was usually disheveled and presumably hungover. he was much less involved with secondo than he was with primo, which is why secondo doesn't have as much connection to the church and their traditional values.

to make matters worse, terzo was born just 5 months later, so... lord knows he wasn't being taught shit from his father

primo raised his brothers for the most part. he taught them the things his father taught him, and tried to keep them in check as the eldest of the three. it wasn't easy as they got older, but he was determined to be a good brother, to make up for what his brothers were missing from their lives.

now this doesn't mean it was all bad!! in 1969, once nihil pissed off sister imperator for the last time, he was determined to clean up his act. to take the role of papa seriously as he did years before. to treat his sons with the respect and kindness they deserved, to be there for them.

he started treating them to days off, fooling around in town, getting ice cream and going out to eat and heading to drive in movies. this actually started terzo's love of classic italian restaurants, and secondo's fascination with horror movies!

he started preaching again, making sure the boys were in the front row and paying attention (though they never really did, other than primo)

most of all though, he just wanted them to like him. he wanted to make up for everything he could.

whether he did or not is hard to say, but things are probably better than they would have been if he hadn't bothered to try at all.

[superemeralds]

🌷How will they deal with saying goodbye?

👯‍♀️How often do they see the others? Their other friends, too?

🖤Free space! Ask what you like, or request a random headcanon

<- hit us with your weirdest shot?

🌷shadow and omega b oth have very complicated relationships w the concept of good bye. they don't really age or die? omega specifically has the advantage of having very limited emotion and a highly logic mind, so he would not waste energy mourning and accept when things end. Shadow is def still trying to figure it all out. as of rn in universe ofc he doesn't have to think abt it much yet, he's doing his best to prevent his friends from harm right now, and he'd rather just face the problems as they happen. especially in shth he learned that theres no use thinking about the what ifs, because there's a right now that needs to be dealt with. the more he thinks about what differenciates him from others the less he can concentrate on what matters: the things he's got in common. like the ground beneath their feet, the star they orbit around, the wind that blows in their faces... He knows about the inevitability of death enough through maria, and he will try his best to not make the same mistake twice. he's determined to move on. ofc its easier said than done, especially in the conceptual event that rouge would fall in combat or even worse.. because of a mistake that he made.. but there are so many possibilities that i could analyze we'd be here for ever.........

rouge herself i think hasdealt with loss before, and she might have had some history with people that she has cut out of her lives. it might seem cold but i think she as a person has mastered the art of severing. whether its healthy is not the question rn... she def has a very soft spot for shadow and omega, tho as stated above these two are really hard to kill so there's not much to worry about in that regard, if anything it's a worry that might not plague her right now, but eventually she's going to think about what it means to be the one that's being severed by forces beyond anyone's control

anyways i dont wanna get existential this morning so this is where i stop

👯‍♀️I headcanon rouge has some friends she regularly meets in her bar (i'll let it be open if it actually belongs to her or if she's just a regular) and she would def visit knuckles every now and then. not saying she'd like. actually talk to him tho. might just lurk in a bush and stare at the master emerald

omega is a tough one to think about tbh. i admittedly don't have too many thoughts on him outside of being part of the team... this is telling me i need to dig more into his individual character tbh. what would he do for fun? when not with the otehr two?? Maybe he actually is like a gamer playing shooters and made friends in voice chat. no one believes him when he introduced himself as killermachine, they think its just a nickname

shadow likes solitude, but i really like that one bit in the recent twitter take over where he and knuckles stood in the forest for hours watching the plants and animals and hwo the light changes throughout the day while going through the leaves etc etc... theyre both very connected to nature in their own ways and i think they could bond over that. also about how they both prefer solitude. they can be alone together! they dont need any words, they can just exist next to eachother for a few hours and feel good about it. he also most surely hangs out with sonic every now and then. hangingout being racing and having a good fight together. though im sure sonic can eventually convince him to spend proper time together. for example making a race into a trekking tour where they go random places sonic knows or doesnt know yet, and they learn about the culture and obviously the food. shadow does seem like someone who'd like to learn about the planet, and sonic's the type of guy who's super eager to have someone to show around and explore with that can keep up!

🖤oh man idk weirdness is super subjective. uh. i wrote a fanfic once about how team dark and team sonic have a bowling competition

[raggaraddy]

Idk of I/someone else has already asked this but how would the yanderes react to having a mute s/o

Mute

A/N: Hi Hi. Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy it! 💜💜💜

Trigger warning: Yandere themes, violence, abuse, unhealthy relationships, blood drinking, descriptions of medical care.

Line: Mini-Rap Line (Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin)

Alpha! Namjoon

"How long are you going to keep this up?" Namjoon asks, trying to mask the genuine irritation in his voice.

It's been 8 days and you haven't said a word to him. Now, if you weren't talking at all that would be one thing, but you were specifically not talking to him, and would talk to other people with no problem. Trying to make it as pointedly obvious as possible that you were avoiding him and him alone.

The blatant disrespect of this was driving him mad. But he had never set a rule that directly stated that you have to talk to him or reply to him, and he knew that you would only fight it further if he instituted the edict now.

For you though, you were having the time of your life making him suffer. It was rare for you to have so much control between the two of you, and you were abusing it to the fullest. Especially given the reason this all started.

A week ago you were whining because he wouldn't let you go to the town fair without him. An unreasonable decision he made. Because as you tried to point out, you were going to be surrounded by the pack anyhow, and the excuse he gave for not going was a very unnecessary border run that anyone else could do in his place. While he wants to deny it, you know the real cause for his refusal though. It's because you sounded too excited about seeing your new friend at the fate and he was jealous. Even though she was another girl, for whom you had no romantic feelings, he was still jealous. And petty. You could see it in the way he mentioned her name or his face when you spoke about her.

But even with all that, it was his injustice that really made you snap. The exact words he said to you as you tried to reason your point, were; If you're going pout I don't want to hear another word from you. Basically, he told you to shut up just because he couldn't come up with any valid rebuttals and he didn't want to lose. So fine, if he wanted to be a dick, you were going to simply take his own instruction and hyperbolize it.

And his frustration was worth every moment of silence.

While he was hoping not to further blow this out of proportion, Namjoon was trying to break your silence by being strict towards all your other undesirable behaviour. Disciplining you for each and every rule you broke. Hoping to wear you down, or at the very least provoke you into another argument so that he could claim victory.

He was giving you time outs, taking away your electronics, making you hold quarters to the wall, refusing you junk food and sweets, making you stay by his side the entire day and so on. Fully running through all of his most infuriating and childish punishments. But no matter what he did, you remained defiant. And he was at the end of his rope.

Sitting in the kitchen, you were talking with the Gamma and two other wolves during a patrol break. As Namjoon was putting lunch together, you were happily observing his clenched jaw. However, the aggravation their Alpha was exuding was putting the wolves on edge and they were trying to include him in any way they could. Asking his opinion on topics as trivial as shoes, in the hopes to offset the irreverence you were showing.

When they asked him which of two brands he prefered, you interrupted, sick of their transparent attempts.

"No one cares what he has to say." You snip turning your back to him. For the first time in days, you were referring to him, and all the attitude you had stored up was pouring out in those words. You didn't take a second to think about what you were really saying though.

With an almighty crash, Namjoon smacks his hand into the benchtop, catching the side of the plate causing it to shatter. All three wolves and you jump. Quickly the words replay in your head as you see their wide-eyed gawking. Then the realization hits, you were safe being underspokenly disrespectful, but being outrightly so... he had rules set about that, and now you'd just given him the right to punish you in the way he had been itching to.

Grabbing your arm before you can protest he drags you upstairs to your shared bedroom. With weak shoves and refusals, you stay determined not to utter a single word. But as Namjoon pulls onto the bed, dragging you over his lap, as he lifts up your dress and tears down your underwear, you recognise that it's not time to play anymore.

Ignoring your shouts, your foul language, and eventually your cries for him to stop, he holds you down and smacks your ass raw. After about 20 minutes and once he's reduced you to tears, he finally lets up.

"Apologize," he demands. Still crying, you're too out of breath to reply at once, and that pause costs you. His hand comes down on your bruised ass again making you scream. Your cries turning into whimpered hiccuped apologies as you cling to the tear-soaked duvet.

Satisfied with your change in attitude, Namjoon at last stops. Not letting you run away like you want though, instead he has you straddle his lap, his legs carefully spread so your bruised butt doesn't have to sit on anything.

"Do you understand why I did that Y/n?" He asks softly pulling you into his chest. His hand running over your back.

You know why he did it, but you're too bitter to answer him and can only muster a grunt.

"Still not speaking to me, huh?" He smiles knowing he has already won whether you wanted to admit it or not, "Because if you're going to continue being disrespectful, I don't care if your ass is still glowing, I will bring you back up here."

You can only grunt again. Hating him, while you nevertheless cuddle in closer not wanting him to stop comforting you. He chuckles feeling your energy. Fiddling with your clothes and hair to realign and neaten them.

"Beautiful," he purrs in your ear, "If it really means that much to you, I will have someone cover me this Friday so I can take you to the fair." He consigns, kissing your forehead. You finally look up to him, head tilted and mouth slightly open. "Do you want that?"

Looking down and away, you're pouting a little but you push the word out. "Yes,"

"Okay, I will. But you have to be on your best behaviour from now until then." Namjoon winks.

You lost, but you still got what you wanted in the end. So maybe you can chalk this up to a draw. And at the very least you've found a way to get what you want in the future. So maybe that can be considered a win.

Assassin! Yoongi

Because of your disrespectful outburst, Yoongi had told you that you were not allowed to speak until he says. So far you were 4 weeks into your 5 week deadline.

Initially, it was an unyielding torment to have to be silent. A few times you had slipped up and spoken. Each and every time, Yoongi was quick to respond. He would lock you downstairs for as many days as words you spoke. Luckily, the most you said at one time was 5 words. And he still fed you while you were down there. So while it was horrible, it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been.

Steadily though, you found it became easier. While you weren't allowed to speak, you still needed to be able to communicate with Yoongi, so he allowed you to nod and shake your head, and smile. It was restrictive, but strangely enough, you found it becoming comfortable. Because you couldn't speak Yoongi expected less from you. You didn't have to search for words when he spoke to you in an attempt to make him happy and overall, it made your interactions less stressful.

With you not speaking, he was speaking less also. So for the past few days, you have been enjoying a wordless dialogue that you and Yoongi were having. And at this point, you were feeling more relaxed and not missing talking at all.

Although waking up this morning you came downstairs to a horrible sight, that made you wish you could scream.

Yoongi was collapsed on the floor. Stretched out on the kitchen tiles in a puddle of his own blood. Covered in bruises and cuts. His torn up T-shirt soaked in blood.

3 nights ago he had left for a job. With the ease between the two of you, Yoongi didn't lock you up when he left, although he didn't downrightly state that as the reason. He must have come home sometime last night, but clearly, you didn't hear him.

Rushing to his side, you're looking down his unconscious battered form with no idea what to do. This is nothing you know how to deal with.

With how long you have been without speaking it feels wrong, unnatural even when you think about doing it now. And you can't bring yourself to release a single word. So you do what you can to try and get his attention, and to wake him up. You shove him, clap over his head. Lastly and desperately smacking his face a few times, sighing in relief as it pulls him back to consciousness.

Groaning, his eyes look to be spinning from light-headedness. Stiffly he tries to get himself upright against the wall. Seeing his intent you help him. Pulling him, you slip a little in the puddle of blood. Your hands and feet are already covered in it. Your limbs trembling as you hold your hands away from your body. Looking down at him with pleading eyes, waiting for him to tell you what to do.

"Medic kit," he breathes, each puff heavy and wheezed.

You nod, spreading a trail of blood through the house to his bedroom. Collecting the duffle bag in his closet that is filled with a surgeries worth of supplies and running back downstairs, you drop the bag at his side, unzipping it for him.

While you were gone he's torn his ripped shirt off. Among the cuts and scars that already litter his pale chest, he has a deep long cut that runs diagonally down his torso. It looks like basic first aid was already applied, blood-drenched gauze stuck on the worst and deepest parts of it.

"I'm gonna talk you through this," he pants, with a struggled smirk, "Maybe wash your hands first, cause if I die of infection, I'll be pissed." His playful banter feels so out of place, not just for the scene but for him. Although, you're not going to question how he wants to deal with a life-threatening injury, and the ridiculousness of you being the one that needs to help him. If he wants to joke to cope, fine.

Nodding and wide-eyed through the whole run-down, it takes everything you have, but you stay calm and stop yourself from crying.

Thankfully time has seemed to stop the bleeding. As you remove the bandages the lacerations have somewhat clotted. Going step by step, you follow Yoongi's every word. First, you clean the area with a bucket of water and a cloth. Then apply an antibiotic ointment, that smells really gross. Washing your hands once again, you lower beside him, and realize you've only just gotten to the worst of it.

While the bleeding has stopped the cuts above his belly button and his hip are deep enough, the fat is exposed.

"You gonna be able to do this?" Yoongi asks as you hold the needle and thread with a tremble in your hands that is painfully obvious.

You nod, taking a deep breath. But even after 3 more of them, your exhales are still coming out shaky. You are in desperate need to calm down and your sure he can't get mad at you in this circumstance, so you're going to try what you've seen on T.V. Standing, you rummage through the cupboards and pull down a bottle of whisky from the top shelf. Watching Yoongi closely as you open the cork, giving him the chance to stop you. But he doesn't so you gulp down a few mouthfuls, shivering as the taste flows down your chest.

You're not sure if it helped your hands, but you feel a little better. So that's enough.

Returning to his side, slowly Yoongi talks you through suturing the openings. A traumatic experience you hope to never repeat. The sensation of the needing pushing through the layers of skin will surely never leave your head though.

During the stitching, you were surprised that Yoongi didn't flinch or react in any way. You're unsure if it was because the area was numb or because he was restraining himself to not freak you out. But in any case, you were grateful.

After everything and nearly 2 hours, you finally move onto bandaging.

Both of you are now able to slump back, thoroughly exhausted. For the longest time after the final step, neither of you move. You're still horrified, leaning against the wall looking over the armature medical aid you've given Yoongi's chest. Almost feeling a sense of pride through the unrelenting urge to vomit.

"You know," Yoongi grunts, shuffling back, lifting only his head to rest against the same wall. "If you wanna finish early and talk now, I think you've earned it." He chortles dryly, with a straight line smile.

Wiping the sweat from your forehead with the back of your wrist, you laugh uncomfortably. Honestly, after this, you'll be happy to have the next week without speaking.

Vampire! Hoseok

You couldn't take much more of this.

It was endless and he was ruthless.

Night after night Hoseok was coming to you. Drinking from you, hurting you in so many ways, and leaving you. If you were lucky, he'd remember to feed you his blood before he left. If not, he'd let you remain broken, making you suffer through the day.

With everything that you had to endure, you were tired of being tired. Exhausted of being exhausted. Scared and sad all the time, and hating a life from which you had no means of escape. But even with all of this, you were still holding out hope that there had to be some way to lessen your suffering. You had to believe that if you wanted to keep your sanity. You just had to figure out what he wanted.

So far you had seen no depth to him. All you had learnt was that he enjoyed your misery too much. It was like a game to him. Every sound you made, every cry, every time you begged or screamed at him, or fought him, it would only encourage him. He was trying to coax a reaction, to draw out your fear. And with no other form of control, you wanted to see what would happen if you took that away from him.

You theorized that if you did he would get more vicious, but then he would get bored. Best case scenario; he would let you go. Worst case; he would kill you. And somewhere in the middle; he would keep you only for your blood. But any of these were better than the hell you were living in now.

So partly with a plan in mind, and partly out of sheer exhausted terror, you stopped speaking. It was going to be impossible to stop all sounds. There was no way you could stop yourself from screaming or crying or reacting, but you could control the words that came out of your mouth.

And for over 2 weeks now, you haven't uttered a single word.

With the sun high in the sky and being ready to sleep, you come back to your room, jolting as you open the door. Seeing Hoseok sitting on the bed.

In an unnatural flash, he's behind you, goosebumps prickling on the back of your neck. Grabbing a chunk of your hair he jerks and twists you, moving you to face him. His other hand comes up pressing his fingers into your cheeks harshly enough to make your mouth open. Keeping your jaw spread, he moves and tugs your head inspecting inside at all angles.

"Hmm, I was just checking if I cut your tongue out and forgot. But it's there." he uses his hold on your face to throw you back. Crashing you to the floor. "So you're choosing not to speak to me." He chuckles eerily.

As soon as you hit the floor, you scramble to your feet. Struggling to do so with an injured leg, but knowing it's safer to not let yourself remain on the ground or he'll most likely stomp on you.

You croak quickly silence yourself, forcing yourself to not speak and maintain your desperate strategy. Bracing yourself instead like you're facing a wild animal.

He marches forward, grabbing the arm you hold out. You'd rather he break your limbs than your organs. But he uses the arm to yank you forward, his right fist hooking broadly, your head snapping to the side, blood flying from your mouth. "Still not going to speak baby?" He yanks you back, hitting you in the exact same way. And a third time, your mouth gushing blood inside and out. "Are you trying to hurt my feelings?" He laughs switching his target, this time aiming at your torso. Each time dragging you back into place so he can properly hit you again.

Smacking the back of his hand into your head, he lets your fly into the floor this time. Clicking his tongue as he squats, hovering over you. "Baby, it's not as fun when you're not begging me to stop," he says icily. "Maybe I'm not hurting you enough."

Finally, he's giving you the assurance that you were right. Which means just like you thought, he's threatening to become more vicious. So you can endure that, or you can try something extra and see what happens when you outrightly give him everything he already takes.

Gently and so very carefully you lift your arm to his chest, gradually and painfully getting yourself onto your knees. Watching you do so with such difficulty and while you're trying to maintain eye contact with him, Hoseok is too amused to interrupt you.

With the taste of blood flowing from your mouth, you lean in nervously, expecting at any moment to have your body broken in two. Your heart thumps enough to hurt as you lightly kiss him. Leaving a stamp of your blood on his lips. Too scared to even blink as you monitor him. With a curious expression in his eye, he licks lips clean, a trace of a smile raising the corners of his mouth.

Not receiving a negative reaction you continue. Hoisting yourself up again you begin to kiss him slowly, your tongue flicking his lips encouraging him to open his mouth. Deepening the kiss the moment he does. Kissing your blood between the two of you.

Your hands are shaking, your legs are trembling, and you feel sick with fear, but he seems to be stable. And it seems to be working. As tenderly as you kiss him, he is kissing you back the same.

After several minutes and as the pain of holding yourself up gets to be too much, you lower down, terrified that any movement could evoke a change in his response. Keeping your eyes fixed on him, you tie your hair back into a messy bun.

The smirk on Hoseok's face is fully grown as he watches you with complete intrigue. You've never been the one to initiate anything and he is beguiled by your actions.

Coming back to the same height you don't return to kissing him, instead you press your chest to his, clinging one hand into his shirt to keep you balanced, and the other wrapping around his neck to bring his mouth down to your shoulder. It's a wordless invitation that he accepts eagerly, sinking his fangs into the slope of your neck. Too sore and tired to cry out, you can only pant through the bite.

As he drinks, your hands drop and his tighten around you to keep you up. But the second he's done, he releases you and lets you fall to the carpet.

Your eyes open as you hear the bedroom door. However, you see Hoseok stall. Pursing his lips while looking over his shoulder at you. To your surprise, he turns back and in a delicate manner you did not think possible from him, he lifts you up, carrying you to your bed.

Tilting your head up, he presses his lips to yours and your first thought is one of dread. Assuming that he's not finished and he only came back to have sex with you, thinking how much it's going to hurt in your condition.

Pushing his tongue into your mouth you can feel right away that the blood pouring into your mouth is not yours but his. His tongue lapping yours, feeding you his blood the same way you did to him. Healing you in a way he never has before.

Steadily you can feel all your cuts and breaks startling to heal. Clarity returning to your sight and your breath again flowing easily. As your energy returns you begin to reciprocate the kiss. Both out of a feeling of success and clinging on to the taste of his blood, which has come to trigger a feeling of relief within you. Having attached the flavour with the sensation of having your pain taken away.

Abruptly, Hoseok pulls away, getting up without another word or look. Leaving you alone, laying in shock.

It was a reaction unlike any you had expected, but for the very first time, he was damn near humane. So you would have to try that again and see if lightning strikes twice.

Playboy! Jimin

"Ta-da" Jimin bursts into the bedroom with a small black paper bag in his hand and a massive smile on his face. He jumps on the corner of the bed snatching the remote from you and turning the tv off with a click over his shoulder. "Look, Angel." He hands it over, putting the gift in your lap.

Looking down at it, you sigh internally, leaning back you choose to pointedly ignore it. Resting your head against the headboard, you close your eyes.

Lifting the bag by the handles Jimin swings it between his fingers over your head trying to place it in your eye line. "Look, your favourite." He shakes the brand in your face, the joy in his eyes gently fading into guilt.

For 5 days now, you had been stuck in bed. During an argument about your job, Jimin was once again trying to convince you to quit. His points were the same as always. That you didn't need a job because he could pay for you. That you lived with him, and he would buy you heaven and earth. He meant it in a sweet romantic way, but you couldn't help but take it in a 1910 housewife kind of way. You knew that mostly the reason he wanted you out of work was that he was very greedy with you and hated you being around other people. He didn't like that you weren't there to keep him company and entertain him at all times.

Honestly, those 8 hours out of the house, even though you were down to 3 days a week, were so revitalizing. Jimin could be a lot of work. And he was getting more and more controlling about who you saw and when you could see them. Apart from work, it had been 3 months since he last let you go out or see any of your friends by yourself. And you were fighting to hold onto this last little bit of freedom.

However, you will admit in the attempt at making your point solid, you said something incredibly stupid. He said he paid for everything, and you said you needed your own money in case you ever wanted to leave him. And he took that about as well as you'd expect.

"Come on, this isn't fair." Jimin pouts. "I said I'm sorry."

What really wasn't fair was that he hit you, kicked you, and screamed at you. Demanding you apologize and promise to never leave him. But you were coughing up blood, too dazed to even comprehend his words at the time. And when you didn't answer he growled you can't leave if you can't walk as he threw you down the stairs.

It's only by a miracle that you weren't injured as permanently as he intended, but still, he had done plenty of harm. Your ribs and stomach were black and purple. Your face was cut up with your lips split and your jaw swollen. Your arm and hip were also deeply bruised and sore. But with all of this, you truly have no idea the full extent of the damage because Jimin refuses to let you go to the hospital.

So, due to your injuries and your own principles, you hadn't spoken to Jimin since you woke up.

The first day he was remorseful and apologetic. He pleaded and begged for you to forgive him. He tried to hold you and love you and take care of you, but despite the pain and the fact that you really couldn't take care of yourself, you refused him at every turn. On the second day, he was already becoming annoyed that you wouldn't let him near you and kept ignoring him, and on the third day, he yelled at you for being difficult, trying to put the blame for his reaction on you. Yesterday, when he saw that gaslighting you wasn't getting him what he wanted, he went back to being sweet and doting, having had better luck with guilting you in the past.

This means today when his presents don't earn him your forgiveness, he should be right on track to getting pissy again.

He pulls a small box out of the bag, flicking it open. "Ta-da," he smiles. Only to be met once more with your active avoidance. "Look," he whines holding the ring box up but your eyes are closed. "Y/n look!" He barks.

You're not going to, though. He always does this. Buys you something to resolve his guilt. And if for even a moment you express gratitude or pleasure in it, he takes it as complete forgiveness. Then when you haven't actually absolved him, he accuses you of being difficult or a spoiled bitch. Even ignoring him you know he's going to make a problem of that too, but at least this way he will have to keep suffering in his shame.

During the last few days, you've been thinking hard about why you're with Jimin. For a moment, you even thought about packing your things in the middle of the night and leaving him. Moving back in with your old housemate, returning to full-time work and picking up your life where you left it. But thinking that, even with everything bad Jimin can do, it hurt your heart.

He's yours. And out of all of the people in the world, you're his.

Really there weren't too many times that he freaked. And he only did it because he loved you too much, or because you said something cruel like you did this time. No, most of the time he was so sweet. He listened to you, and he really cared about everything you had to say. Even the smallest problems he wanted to help with. He was normally so kind and gentle and he treated you like a princess.

No matter how hard you looked you would never find anyone who treated you like Jimin did.

So even when he lost his temper, you knew you just needed to hold out, because soon everything would return to regular.

This time he just overdid it. And that's why you were punishing him by not speaking to him. Because you knew it was important to stand up for yourself.

There's a flurry of sudden movement and a hefty bang across the room. Your eyes jumping open, Jimin has thrown the ring and the box into the wall. His frustration exploding in a rampage as he attacks your makeup table. Sweeping everything off it, stomping on anything fragile that hits the floor. Throwing the table over he hurls it into the wall, finishing it off by booting his shoe into the mirror over and over until it cracks.

Turning back to you, his hands curled up by his side, it's unnervingly apparent that he is fighting to restrain himself. Even now, as you lay in bed broken, in his rage he is still considering hitting you again.

But you're pretty sure he won't.

Jimin has just never been good at dealing with consequences and he is worse at dealing with the guilt that comes because of his actions. Without you pardoning him, he's going mental. Which is good, because that means he's learning.

"Whatever," he yells, "just fucking forget it." Barging out of the room he slams the door ferociously behind him.

He may be acting harsh, but you know that more than likely he will be going out to replace everything he just damaged. And he'll buy you something even better than a ring to say he's sorry.

And as long as he doesn't hit you again, you'll know that he really is sorry and in a couple more days when your mouth is healed, you will be able to forgive him. Then the two of you can move on from this and it will be as perfect as it can be.

[yandere--stuck]

Yandere Megaera x Shade Reader, submitted by @faeleas (idk if i did it right, but hope you like it regardless. and im sorry it's a little long >_<")

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it had taken so long for you to sneak back into the entrance to Asphodel to catch even a glimpse of the powerful fury without her detection, but now that you had your spot behind on of the pillars far off to the side, you stayed put, kept silent and didn't blink lest you lost one second of Megaera in the fullness of her element.

she was a blaze of glory, her strength vibrating through the air as she snapped out her whip again and again at the prince, slicing the very breath from your lungs as you gazed in awe. how wonderful and powerful she was to behold, and how enthralling it always would be to watch her fight, to see her wicked smile cut into her teal cheek as she overflowed with the desire to cut the Zagreus down and stop his progress.

you could almost feel the faint impression of a thundering heartbeat in your chest, and that sensation only swelled when Megaera caught Zagreus by the ankle with her whip and tossed him high into the air above her. you gaped, eyes on her alone and in your shock, your duty to silence fell away, the quiet suddenly broken with your small gasp.

Megaera was just about to deal a finishing blow to the haughty prince who'd dared challenge her again, who was so proud to believe he could best her in her own domain, when she heard it. she heard you.

time seemed to stutter as her gold eyes darted to every corner of the entrance to Asphodel, searching through the dim glow of flickering firelight for the source of the sound that broken her focused rage. after a second, her brazen gaze locked on you hidden in the shadows in the corner of her arena, hands clasped over your mouth and eyes wide with... something. as far as she knew, it should be fear. no shade had ever gotten this far away from the House of Hades, let alone made it inside this forbidden space, and yet, there you were, trembling as you held her narrowing gaze still.

why? what kind of foolishness mightve brought you to her? what a silly, brazen little shade you must be to even try, but before Megaera could consider any possibilities about what you might be made of, a searing pain tore through her lower back.

a gasp clawed out of her gut, dragging up with it a small splatter of blood that coated her lips. as Megaera tore her eyes from you to her stomach, she found the tip of Zagreus's sword lodged right through her waist.

"y-you... wre-etched... " she choked, then coughed again. with the little time she had left, Megaera looked over her shoulder at the young determined prince and snarled a smile full of bloody teeth before she spat, "next time, i-i will... have you... kneeling before m-me... Za-agreus."

the fury was beginning to fade, but with the very last moments of her current awareness, she threw a burning glare at you, daring you to try anything near her again.

Megaera snarled as she came to and pushed herself to her feet in the resurrection pool of blood, snatching her whip from the shallow beside her and quickly marching out, shaking the sticky blood from her hands and raking it out of her long lilac-blue ponytail. You were all she xould think about: the shade who had snuck in, distracted her, watched her get outmatched by that smart-mouthed prince of Hades. she had to find you and punish you as she saw fit.

blowing off Thanatos before he could say anything to her, not that her blazing rage that licked at the air around her like coughed up sputters of lava from a volcano didn't do enough to stop his attempt anyway, the Fury snapped out her one sharp wing and took off, rushing back to her domain in hopes that you had been petrified where you stood. when she landed with a thunderous crash and found you there still, a bubbling snarl rose to her throat.

"You." Megaera prowled towards you, cutting her whip through the air just to make you flinch, and just as you opened you mouth to apologise and explain, she roared and unleashed her weapon, the force of the wind caused by it's movement alone knocking you back into the very pillar you had been hiding behind. not a moment after you'd caught the breath knocked from your lungs did you find it firmly restricted once again, Megaera's whip binding you securely to the marble pillar itself.

Megaera stood with her arms crossed for a moment, her endless rage sparking under her teal skin, brightened by the gold ornaments that gleamed around her arms and waist and neck. she watched you squirm in the tight coil of her whip, a grin stretching across her rouged lips as your panicked eyes eventually met hers. you knew all she could do, and you could tell from her easy cadance walking close to you that she knew it also.

"Tell me, you impudent shade, why were you in my domain? for what reason would you think you could be here and not be discovered?"

Megaera purred, but her voice was devoid of warmth, promising that the wrong answer would only end in pain. she kept sauntering closer and closer to you until her iron breath caressed your face, then placing her hand beside your head on the pillar, the fury ran her tongue across her teeth, leaned over you and finished, "What made you think you were that clever to enter the arena of a Fury and escape unpunished? Do tell."

now you knew you had a heart, since it thumped hot and hard in every corner of your being. you couldn't pull your eyes from hers even though everything in you screamed to. you swallowed hard, knowing there was no way out of this so with a sigh, gave in and told the truth.

"I-I... I s-saw you once, in the lounge. I'd h-heard about you but... I just wanted to see you- to watch you fight, i mean."

Megaera frowned at your words but inside her, something was turning. "Is that so?"

you nodded quickly, then instantly shivered it when you watched the burning anger in her gaze reduce to a contained simmer, gold winking in the light of the fires around you both.

The Fury watched you, the hot blush in your cheeks, listened to the thundering of your heart in your chest, could almost taste the terrified awe in the air around you, not that she wasn't used to it. But... you thought she was incredible.

Megaera thought back to the fight with Zagreus, the moment she'd met your gaze, how wide and full of.. adoration it had been. it wasnt disgust, or disdain, or fear. it was... shock, awe maybe... something else.

"How long have you been watching me?" she whispered, leaning closer, pulling on the end of the whip and purring a smile when you whimpered.

the leather of her whip burned as it pressed into your throat, the hissing sting snatching every thought from your mind. after finding your breath, you tightly confessed, "I've... seen you fight Prince Z-Zagreus... 13 times. I didn't mean t-to intrude. I just.. wanted to see you fight for myself."

Megaera blinked twice quickly. 13 times. it took at least a week for Zagreus to get through all of Hades and reach the surface, so for 13 weeks you had been watching her, not in disgust, or disdain, something else that made you come back.

"Why?"

again the Fury pulled the whip tighter, and again it dug into your body, making you gasp as you blinked through the stinging pain, but as it subsided, you looked up into her honeyed gaze with desperation and honesty, muttering with embarrassed timidity. "I... think you're... really cool. Incredible, even. T-That's all."

Incredible.

a pulse flickered in Megaera's bottomless core. No one had ever used such a word to describe her in... longer than she knew. those words settled deep in Megaera's heart faster than she could stop them, and once they were there, everything in her clung to them like they were the only thing keeping her alive.

What were you that such simple words could elicit such a profound internal symphony that almost sent her shivering with shock? how could she have not known such power existed? when you looked at her with that pleading gaze, with eyes that were so raw with truth, full of goodness, of... something, it was impossible to lokk away. in your eyes was something that was more than respect, more than fear, more than adoration... love was the only thing more than all three.

yes, that must be the only explanation. You loved watching her, you loved seeing her fight, loved seeing her, loved her. You loved her. how fickle, how very mortal of you... and yet...

Megaera huffed a laugh as she stepped back to look at you, all of you that apparently loved all of her. The Fury couldn't believe it. a simple shade had risked everything to tell her, to show her that they loved her. how enrapturing.

the lilac haired punisher of jealousy was quickly overcome with something that, in the scope of all that had just happened, must felt like love too, but she wanted it for herself alone. this pulse of heat within her because of you and the way you looked at her, it was for her, and it would always be hers. anything that threatened to take it away would be destroyed. it had to be.

with that resolve fluttering inside her, Megaera gently brushed your cheek with the back of her fingers, then lifted your chin with her finger. when you flinched at her cool touch, she grinned and cooed sweetly, "Hm. Oh, my curious little shade. If you love it so much, then you will stay here to watch me. You will be able to witness my greatness for as long as you want, as many times as you want. Yes, you will stay right here, but if you betray this trust, there will be consequences. Have I made myself clear?"

As you nodded, likely out of fear of saying otherwise, Megaera's heart tightened once again. Yes, you loved her, and now, she would fight to show you how much that love meant, to prove that she was the only one you needed to love, to make you love her even more. It wouldn't be hard.

No one else would take your eyes from gazing upon her. Not Zagreus, not her sisters, not even Lord Hades himself. Your endless gaze was hers now, and by extension, so were you.

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I'm so so sorry I only posted this just now but. Oh my Goddddd this is incredible holy shit!!! Thank you so, so much for submitting this I'm 👀👀👀👀👀 Ms. Megaera......

Thank you so so much again, I love your writing and prose, and I'm sorry for only getting to it now, the app doesn't show me notifications for submissions, just asks ;w;

[fandomtrashgoeshere]

Ok, so it’s been a long time since the Gilmore girls revival on Netflix, and an even longer time since the show ended, but I’m still mad. So this has probably all been said about the revival, and specifically Rory in it, but I want to say it anyway.

I have heard that the Rory storyline was what the original writer ASP wanted to do for the last season of Gilmore girls, and I understand that she wanted to see that through. But it just didn’t work. She probably had intentions for Lorelai and Emily for the last season too, but obviously changed and adapted them bc of the death of Richard (I can’t recall the actors name, but RIP he was a wonderful Richard) and ended up with a really fucking good storyline for the two characters his death most impacted. I loved everything about Emily’s storyline, seeing her in jeans was mind blowing. I also loved Lorelai’s storyline, although Paris working in the fertility clinic was just wrong. I didn’t like that for her. And you wouldn’t see her for that, you’d see a doctor who specialises in fertility services so idk why ASP thought to put her in that setting, so weird. Anyway, Lorelai coming to terms with her own experiences as a parent and relationship with her father coming to an end, was amazing. The phone call on the mountain? Amazing.

But fucking Rory. My biggest issue, honestly, isn’t that she was whiny and annoying and entitled, although she was and that’s shitty. It’s that she was going through the same things as part of her character ark that she’s already fucking been through in the show.

She already had an affair with someone who was in a committed relationship (Dean) and was visibly disgusted and upset with herself when she realised what she’d done. Then she goes and does the same shit with Logan? With like, seemingly no remorse? We’ve been through this Rory, that’s not who you want to be. Not to mention the boyfriend she keeps forgetting. There was no need for that, it wasn’t funny and just made Rory look like a bitch.

Then the shit with her work ethic. Many people have commented on how out of character it is for Rory to not do her research before a job interview, not be all in on her work in general. Absolutely correct, the Rory we know from earlier seasons was determined, hard working and always went the extra mile. If she’s struggling to get a foothold in the journalism industry, show her working her ass off trying to make it work and then finally finding her niche when she starts writing about the privileged elite world she was half a part of or something. Not this half ass bullshit the show gave us. We’ve already seen her crisis about whether she wants to do journalism when she quit Yale. That was her soul searching year, when she worked out who she was and what she wanted to do. She wouldn’t turn around and be all lazy and entitled about her work after that. This is the girl that always wanted to get into Yale on her own merit, to not get special treatment at her internship bc of Logan. We’ve seen this shit.

If I was queen of the world and got to write rory’s storyline for a year in the life, I would have made her have a good job at a good publication, (like someone as talented as she is would likely have years after graduating from fucking YALE) but she’s burning out because she works so hard and so much. No time for friends, relationships, and eventually she crashes and burns. Then she takes time off, thinks she’ll write the book she’s always wanted to write. No inspiration, tries many drafts but nothing is right, until she writes the Gilmore girls. I’d also have her end up with Jess but that’s just because I love him and they’re soulmates and I won’t be convinced otherwise.

Anyway Rory isn’t a shit person she just copped a shitty storyline rant over.

[constantlyunlightening]

Glory

Day 8: Glory Hole w/ Enji Todoroki

Warnings/other kinks: anonymous sex (obvi), creampie, depression, a n g s t

Nobody asked for this. Nobody wanted me to write an angsty glory hole fic for a depressed, touch starved Endeavor but here it is anyway. Man, idk. Anyway, Endeavor is certainly having a redemption arch and is working on healing but I refuse to believe he ain’t depressed with the realization of his own actions. So. Have this.

Disclaimer: 18+ years or older to read. All characters are 20+ years. ALSO, sex work is sort of written as something shameful here but it’s not (just be safe ya’ll) but Enji is a very strict sort of guy and I was working in his voice a bit here. 

What the hell was he doing here? Some hero he was.

Even with the baggy clothes, the mask and the hood dropped over his head, he felt like he stood out like a sore thumb. He was out of place - out of line. He was probably fine. Number one hero or not, under all the extra fabric, he’d be hard to pinpoint without the famous shroud of flames he always coated himself in. But, still, being at a seedy hook up place like this? It was so beneath him. It was so underneath the standards he usually held his pride and himself too. He was the very definition of a hero.

At least he used to think he was. 

Nowadays he wasn’t so sure. He worked hard at his work - painfully and endlessly hard. And regardless if he had rightfully earned the spot or not, he was the top hero. But at what cost? A hero to the public but a villain to his own family.

Maybe a run down, shady place like this was exactly where he belongs.

Enji shifted his weight, feeling like he should back out now. This felt wrong. But his legs were heavy and refused to move. At least not until he heard the soft voice of a women who had slipped into the room, her face hidden by a white mask covering the bottom half of her face. “Your room is ready, sir. Remember, all of our girls are completely clean and anonymous, but if you have an issue with her, you’re more than welcome to ask to change,” she explained her voice a little too cotton candy sweet to be working in such hole in the wall place. Yet, here she was, leading Enji down the dimly lit hallway, the rooms filled with muffled moans and cries that made him question what he was really doing here.

Eventually the attendant brought him to a door at the end of the hallway and gestured for him to open the door as she gave an all too pleasant grin. “It’s all yours. Have fun.”

And with that, she was turning around and walking away as his eyes came to rest on the old silver knob of a door. What pathetic lengths he was stooping to. Maybe there wasn’t anything inherently bad about a place like this, a brothel didn’t necessarily scream heroic. 

Although, he had been questioning what a hero actually was. 

Sure, he saved lives day in and day out but what good was that when you couldn’t protect the ones you care about? When you realized you were the one who ruined the ones you care about?

With Allmight retiring and Enji’s long-consuming determination to best him ending with his hollowed victory, Enji was left with his thoughts more. No longer was he plagued by the desire to be number one, but instead he was haunted by the actions he had done to get there. And the fact that he had only became number one because Allmight had all but fallen was an even bigger kick in the gut. His rise was not one that felt like it was created by glory, but one that was shrouded with misdeeds and an empty win. He was trying to be better. He was trying to not just be the number one hero by title, but in his actions and ideology as well. He was trying to be a better person too. 

No longer consumed with the drive to be the best, he now had the time to think about other things - feel other things than sheer determination. He felt regret. He realized he cared about something more than his work. He realized he cared more than he was used to. He wasn’t used to feeling so much. He wasn’t prepared to deal with the emotions he carried for his family- his kids - now that he could see them for more than just their power. He wasn’t prepared for the emotional weight of his damage to come crashing down on him.

If none of his children ever talked to him again, he was prepared to let them live on without him. He would face up to the consequences. But now with all that time to think, the mental toll was too much to bare. Regret, anger, depression, loneliness. He was dragged into the depths of it all, even as he kept the poker face facade as he went about his hero work. 

He missed real human connection. He craved it.

But he had decided he didn’t actually deserve it. 

That’s where this place came in. It was a physical reprieve at least. Here he could at least gain that human contact without the risk of creating another emotional burden on anyone else. It would serve as a stress relief as well as a point of contact in an attempt to regain a bit of the humanity in him - he felt like it had faded all to much. 

He had steeled himself to work through it. But even the strongest man in the world had to bare with moments of weakness. 

He would wake up with a sense of regret, he was certain, but for a brief moment, he would find temporary solace between the legs of a women he never met and would never meet.

So he opened the door revealing you.

Well, half of you anyway. You were halfway up the wall - hips and below only. You were pushed partly through a glory hole in the wall, your legs suspended by your ankles straight against the wall. You were a mounted animal - captured by a hunt and put on display. He almost felt bad for you. Did your legs hurt being in that position? Did you even want to be here? He was assured that all the women here were here of their own volition but he had a nagging sense of guilt lingered within his gut. 

It was his chance to leave but… despite his guilt, a more selfish instinct overcame him. If it wasn’t him it would just be somebody else anyway.

So he walked in and shut the door behind him.

If you heard his heavy footsteps into the room, he couldn’t tell by the parts of you that were showing. He made his way up until he was right before your presentation and hesitantly, a large hand traced over the inside of a suspended leg. Maybe his brain was telling him this was wrong, but the second he felt how soft you were under his calloused hands, he knew he had lost the willpower to leave. 

When was the last time he had even touched something so soft? An emotion he couldn’t quite place bubbled up inside of him. His heart panged and he felt like he was about to cry. Utterly ridiculous. But it was true all the same.

“Pretty,” a whisper escaped him, one he didn’t think you’d be able to hear through the walls, but your leg seemed to twitch under his touch all the same. He would have wondered what you were thinking about but he was too preoccupied with the urge to let his lips follow the path of his hand, starting at your calf with gentle kisses, relishing in the warmth radiating from you. His kisses moved lower, lower, and he felt like he could get lost in the physical feel of it. It felt insanely intimate but he knew it was an illusion brought on through the loneliness that had pitted into his stomach. Attachment grown from desperation. He was paying you. He didn’t know your name or who you were. He couldn’t even see you face. This wasn’t the time to be feeling intimate, this wasn’t the time to be feeling anything other than base urges. 

He came to this exact place to keep himself separated - detached. Your plush skin may be sucking him in but he refused to forget himself. No matter what thoughts he had during the act.

He resteeled himself. Fuck, don’t feel. And with that, he was pulling his lips off and instead focused on drawing himself from his pants, wrapping his hand around the base of his erection. Apparently those simple touches and the sight of you splayed before him was enough to get his body craving more. And he acted on it.

The brothel you worked for already had you well lubed up for him - it was something about letting the customer get right down to buisness….. 

However, when Enji finished prepping himself, he still heard the shocked yelp of a sound you produced from behind the wall as he pushed himself into you. The number one hero had the accommodations to match his size in any case, and he could tell you were feeling it, even without seeing your face. Your body clamped down on the intrusion so tightly he could have came on the spot. He couldn’t remember how this felt either. It was mind-numbingly good. It was good he couldn’t see your face because in his desperation and newly found emotions, he may have fallen for you on the spot. 

Fuck, don’t feel. Fuck, don’t feel.

He wasn’t here to feed his emptiness. He was here to blow off steam. He needed to start acting like it or this whole endeavor would be pointless. It wasn’t mercy that kept him still inside you - he wasn’t letting you adjust. No, he was simply committing himself to a decision.

Fuck, don’t feel.

He felt you startle under the grip that wrapped around your calves, but he didn’t have time to give it much thought as he proceeded to wreck your insides. The feather soft kisses he had placed on your legs didn’t feel like they were from the same person who was now pounding into you like an animal, rattling the wall as your cries pierced through any sort of barriers between the two. He relished in each and every tremor you produced around his length as he sank himself into your velvety walls. So warm. He was the flame hero but you were the one burning him up as his hands bruised around your legs.

He ignored the way the voice screaming out made him want to see you even more. He could burn this wall down in a flash - finally have his moment of connection - but he forced himself to settle for pretending the cries you gave out were his name. No longer a scramble of whines and whimpers as he rutted into the wet body before him, but in his mind they were a chant of “Enji”.

The loneliness was going to drive him insane but for now he embraced the fantasy as his forehead pressed against the wall, taking in your echos as best as he could.

He was growling, straining his voice to not make a sound lest you recognize his voice. But he had to make some sort of noise. The way you wrapped around him was sinfully divine and his nerves were ignited with lust.

He was a more than a little twisted right now, but he was determined to leave a mark on you. He would never have to know what a monster he was, but he could still drive his imprint into you as if he were someone worth letting his impression linger. 

Maybe he could make you feel a fraction of the stars he was feeling with your warmth. He could forget about his sins and focus on you, and the way you trembled and the way your voice peaked from behind the wall with a muffled - “more!” He would oblige. You could have asked the world of him and in this very moment, he may just try to fulfill it. More, he could do. More is what you got. 

His hands danced lower, finally gripping at the center of open thighs as he hammered somehow faster still. The hero work, if anything, at least gave him a surpless of strength and stamina. The room appeared to be vibrating with the way the thin walls shook. And each time you seemed to tighten or squeeze around him, it just spurred him on, throwing his own senses into carnal lust. The sensation became to much for the woman in the wall to handle and Enji shuddered as he felt your orgasm strangle his cock and he couldn’t stop himself from forcing himself in deeper anyway until his balls were flush against your ass. He unloaded right into the heat he was holding tight against, letting you milk all he had to offer. Another point of connection, fluids mixing together and he felt a gross sense of satisfaction as he listened to the way you whimpered, felt your walls flutter against him in the afterwards.

He wasn’t here to make connections, but with the urge to hold close the woman he had shared his first contact with in how long- the urge to burn down this whole wall was even stronger now. He was going to have to leave to stop himself from making yet another mistake.

[shootingcookielover]

A concept:

Soulmate AU but both Roman and Janus (beacuse I love Roceit okay and I feel it kinda fits their characters most) don’t have names on their wrists. Got no soulmates.

But that’s okay, for now, cause the “cut-off” point for getting a soulmark is at 18 and they’re not that old yet.

But Roman, 10 or 11 at this point, gets bullied so much, and Remus hanging out with his own soulmates so damn much, it gets to him. So what does the theater nerd do, to rid himself of the horrible stigma of being a blank? He takes a gold gel pen and writes a name on his wrist: Janus.

I figure he knows about the name because his name is Roman and people would routinely gift him Roman mythology books and stuff like that. It’s one of the rarest names he knows and he doesn’t actually want to run into someone who has Roman on their wrist and thinks he’s their soulmate.

So, with the newly acquired name he goes to tell his brother and his parents and they’re all super happy because they were so afraid Roman would turn out to be a blank. 

Why he chooses to wear a sweat band and hide the soulmark is anyone’s guess, but he isn’t really questioned on it. It’s common enough; people not wanting to be judged for the names on their skin.

Meanwhile Janus is an orphan. He’s like seven when he first writes the name on his wrist; mostly because he knows it’s unusual for someone to adopt a blank. Therefore, if he writes a name on his wrist and pretends to have a soulmate, it should be fine, right?

He actually gets adopted.

Buuuut his pen is running out of ink. At the same time he discovers gloves and his life is so much better with them. He wears them all the time, to hide his blank wrists, but still has a red, waterproof gel pen with him wherever he goes. Just in case he needs to take of the gloves, for whatever reason.

And it all works out great!

Until he gets a new adoptive brother; Virgil. He remembers Virgil from the orphanage he’d been at himself. They used to hang out but when Janus got adopted, Virgil felt somewhat betrayed, so there’s an element of bitterness in there. It’’s frustrating Virgil to no end, because he knows it isn’t Janus’ fault and he should be happy for the other boy but sshhhh this is roceit time okay

Turns out one of Virgil’s soulmates is Remus. And, of course, Janus meets him soon enough. Remus is immediately excited because his brother’s soulmate’s name is Janus and Janus’ name is Roman so they must be soulmates!

Roman and Janus meet. 

Now it kinda turns into a rom-com:

They try and hide the fact they’re really blanks from one another, while also trying to explain why they can’t be soulmates.

The whole charade blows over when Janus is locked into the bathroom with Roman, while Roman is showering, because Remus just really wants his twin and his twin’s soulmate to get it on already.

So of course Janus sees the blank wrist. 

Roman, thinking Janus is probably mad and maybe disappointed, but probably relieved, scrambles to explain, but Janus just puts up one hand to silence him and instead of explaining just takes off his gloves.

Roman’s mouth clicks shut with an audible click as he stares at the blank wrists.

Now they devise a plan for something like this to never happan again; they pretend to actually be soulmates. They cover for each other and always have a spare gel pen in the other’s color on hand.

This whole charade puts them in a number of weird situations; 

...

I can’t actually think of any funny situations. Funny isn’t my department okay-- all I can think of is that something happens at Remus’ wedding, which is impossible cause they’re all like 15 or 16 or something at this point and having a weddign at that age is a lil odd. Or maybe it’s actually a thing in that universe to marry super early cause soulmates? Hm.

Eventually Patton and Logan show up, they befriend Roman and eventually Logan pieces together that Roman and Janus aren’t actually soulmates. He tells Patton, because Patton is his soulmate, of course he tells Patton and they have like a talk about accepting their friends’ (because Janus is one of their friends, no matter how much he scre--- I mean, he is one of their friends now, even though he’ll deny it) decision and supporting them.

So now they’re four people trying to keep up the pretense that Roman and Janus are soulmates.

Obviously Janus and Roman have senselessly fallen for one another by this point, but neither will admit it.

Then, one second before midnight on Janus’ 18th birthday - because he’s now officially like a few weeks older than Roman - his wrist tingles like super weird.

He pulls of the glove and - there’s a name on his wrist.

It’s Roman. In red ink.

At first he’s ecstatic, but then he panicks a little because there are A Lot of Romans; he would know, he and Roman had to ward off more than a few.

So what if it’s not his Roman?? Wait his Roman when had he started referring to him as that

So Janus waits until Roman’s eighteenth birthday.

Only problem; Janus’ birthday was a few weeks prior, the “cut-off” age reached. 

Even though Roman has Janus’ name on his wrist, he doesn’t tell the other, because “cut-off” age and all that; Janus doesn’t have his name.

Now more zany antics ensue as the two of them desperately try to hide that they’re actually soulmates from one another, while also still needing to pretend to be each other’s soulmates.

Obviously they figure it out eventually and have like a big, celebratory kiss at Idk New Year’s Eve or something. (What I’m weak for the kiss in front of fireworks as the clock strikes midnight aesthetic okay)

And yeah. I really tried writing an actual fic for this, but, as stated above, I’m not good at funny---

I hope you liked reading about my thoughts on a roceit soulmate au-- (This could also work if soulmates are determined via matching marks or pictures on your skin that represent the other or something)

[ridiasfangirlings]

Couldn’t get this out if my head - Brother AU where Yata and Munakata are half brothers. I just can’t get the reactions of everyone finding out. Like say during group missions with red and blue if it looks like Yata is about to be injured Munakata will jump in to be big brother and save Yata. Which in turn confuses some squad members to spark rumors of them dating. Cue Fushimi who has a freak out and doesn’t know how to ask if they are true or not. The stress gets amplified when Munakata tries to get lunch with his little brother cause that’s what a big brother does. And that since Munakata is the big brother he is allowed to call Yata “Misaki-kun” (Yata does not see it this way). Or that he’ll stop by HOMRA and Yata’s part time jobs to check up on him. It eventually comes to head when one member of the blues decided that enough is enough and that Yata should be more considerate other feelings and he should treat who he’s dating better. They rally the troops and go off to find Yata who’s walking around with the rest of the HOMRA crew and confront him. This leads to Yata having to scream at them that he is not dating their boss that would just be gross. Cue blue member asking back wants wrong with our captain anyone would want to date him. Yata feeling attacked bites back I’m not into incest that’s why before going red in the face embarrassed. Shocked and confused pikachu faces. Yata explains your captain’s my brother before leaving to go into hiding. The two squads part ways with everything making a little more since and when the blues get back they pass the information around that no the two are not dating and that they are brothers. Fushimi goes from relieved that Misaki is not dating he annoying captain to anxious that Misaki and the captain are related (Sarumi for the win...sorry). The blues now understand the relationship and the reds now have jokes like “you brother poached your boyfriend” or “hmm you better go say hi to your big brother” whenever they see Munakata out. Idk I just couldn’t get this idea and several others out of my head and was wondering your take on the different reactions of the two clans or how they all find out.

I am honestly very amused by the idea of the clans assuming Munakata and Yata are dating only to find out that they're related and probably thinking why does the idea of them dating suddenly feel like the more realistic one. Like say Munakata's always wanted to be a doting big brother to Yata but Yata's never liked him, like imagine by the time they are aware of the other's existence Munakata's already in high school preparing for college (oh maybe Munakata was the result of like Yata's dad having an affair before Yata was born too and he finally decided to leave Yata's mom for his mistress and so Yata also kinda dislikes Munakata for that even though he technically didn't have anything to do with it). Munakata never gets the chance initially to do much with his younger half brother, he only meets Yata like once before going to college and it's not until he becomes the Blue King and sees who the members of Homra are that he's very intrigued to discover his little brother has been busy in his absence.

Of course Munakata has always secretly wanted to be a big brother himself and now he's like determined to foster some brotherly affection between himself and his unruly younger sibling. Yata has no interest in this whatsoever and he also doesn't want anyone to know that he and Munakata are related because how uncool would it be for him as a member of Homra to be the younger half brother of the stupid Blue King. This does not stop Munakata from trying to be the best big brother he can be, which leads to moments such as Munakata noticeably stepping in to save Yata from being attacked by a Strain during some mission where Homra and Scepter 4 ran into each other, or giving Yata special attention whenever they run across each other (also he doesn't stop Fushimi from riling Yata up but maybe he keeps trying to encourage Fushimi in his own way to be more honest with his feelings, like a good big brother he wants to help his sibling find love too). He also refers to Yata within earshot of other clansmen as 'Misaki-kun' which is what really gets the rumor mill going, like did you hear the Blue King and Homra's Yata Misaki are on a first name basis with each other.

The Scepter 4 and Homra rank and file are soon all gossiping about it and of course Fushimi hears it eventually too. At first he blows it off as ridiculous but then imagine he hears Munakata call Yata 'Misaki' too and he's confused and irritated and doesn't know why the idea of this upsets him so much. Meanwhile imagine one day Yata runs across some Scepter 4 guys and he can't resist making some comment about their stupid King, the S4 alphabet are pissed that Yata could speak so cruelly of his supposed boyfriend. A few other members of Homra and Scepter 4 happen to be in earshot as the arguing progresses, the S4 boys thinking Yata needs to be ore grateful and is this how you treat someone in your type of relationship while Yata's mad thinking Munakata told everyone that they're brothers and that's the type of relationship they mean. He's like that guy's always smothering me and trying to act like we're close, the S4 boys are like so you don't even think you're close to the guy you're dating. Yata's immediately like what the fuck we're not dating we're brothers you sickos a moment before he realizes that no one actually knew and now he just told everybody his 'big secret.'

This of course opens a whole new can of worms for Yata, on the Homra side while no one questions his loyalty I'm sure the Homra guys can't resist teasing him sometimes about being 'the Blue King's baby brother.' The Scepter 4 guys like to use this to taunt Homra with too, like shouldn't you show respect to your vanguard's more successful brother. Fushimi is initially still a little bewildered by all this but I can totally see him using it as ammo to taunt Yata too, like noting Munakata got all the height in the family (and meanwhile Munakata's probably continuing to try and get the two of them to reconcile and finally admit their feelings, if only so he has an excuse to suggest that Fushimi also call him 'big brother'). Munakata only knows that Yata told everyone they're brothers so he assumes this must mean Yata has embraced the strength of their filial bonds at last and he's even more eager to bond as siblings should, poor Yata is like I should have just said we were dating.

[bokunoheroanalysisforthefuture]

Okay, so the brain’s a bit caught up in one of my other writing projects, but I refuse to abandon this entirely. So I’m gonna just power through this and then get back to Vibing™. 

Actually, it’s kinda cute that the hero Thirteen is introduced in chapter thirteen. I wonder if Hori did that on purpose or just managed it as a fun coincidence. 

[No. 13 - Rescue Training]

So we start off on Wednesday morning (which would be April 12th/11th) at 7:35 AM. There’s a hostage situation by a villain who looks like a goddamned pokemon (my brain has made the ‘buff ditto’ comparison and now I am Shook) who is, according to Mt. Lady, a serial robber and murderer by the name of Habit Headgear. Kamui Woods, whose wood bindings have apparently been broken trying and failing to contain the guy, is tossed back on the ground as he notes the villain is strong and a quick strategist.

Seems like she and Kamui Woods have teamed up together! Or at least responded to the same villain attack again. Also, who’s this dude?

Random Mii Blaster escaped from Smash Ultimate and is now in BNHA, when will the madness end. 

Naturally, the hostages are not handling this situation super well, though the crowds watching don’t seem as worried? IDK hard to tell from far away. The buff ditto villain uses double team, no wait I mean agility, actually his high speed to show how outclasses the heroes on the scene are. 

As he announces his plans to escape, we see All Might rushing in loud enough for the stomps to be heard. He announces his arrival mere moments before he fucking snaps the villain’s neck with a handchop - or, well, not really, but damn that had to be a hard hit. All Might also managed to grab the family out of harm’s way in the process, announcing that he’s on his morning commute. 

The crowds cheer for All Might, while Mt. Lady and Kamui Woods are somewhat put out - they appreciate the help, but also worry All Might will put them out of business.

(I guess this is where all those fics that do bring up how All Might cuts down the hero job market on his own pull from? Or just coincidence, who knows.)

The police thank All Might with salutes for the help, and All Might give his own quick responding salute before he declares he needs to head off so he won’t be late. Of course, that’s when he hears about a hit-and-run (that super hearing lol) and takes off, just so coincidentally in the direction of said trouble. Despite that fact that he needs to get to work. This man.

While he’s in the air, he considers how his speed has dropped, and that he’s been weakening since he passed on his power. Not to mention that after his rescue of Izuku and Katsuki from the sludge villain, his maximum time went down. Which is not at all referencing him about to overdo it again and lose more time, no siree.

We descend into a flashback to right where we left off after the battle trial, with All Might confronting Izuku about telling Katsuki about (some of) One For All. All Might is surprised and a bit nervous? Worried? Or that bead of sweat in the flashback might be from the strain of holding the form when he’s about to run out of time. 

In any case, Izuku in the past apologizes and says he hasn’t even told his mom, but that he had to tell Katsuki something… All Might determines this might be a consequence of not being explicit enough about keeping the secret, since Izuku isn’t the type to brag or boast. Also calls Izuku too sincere, hah, isn’t that the truth. All Might says it’s lucky Katsuki thought he was joking, so All Might can forgive the slip this time, but that Izuku cannot tell another soul. 

(Stares at this.) (Looks at recent manga events.) Whelp.

Anyways, All Might catches the car of the hit and run guy (and man, that face the dude is making) while thinking about how, suitable successor or not, Izuku’s still just fifteen, so All Might had to make things clear. Of course, then All Might overhears about a hostage crisis the next town over, and, well.

We transition to right after lunch (12:50) with Aizawa announcing that that day’s hero training plans - something supervised by himself, All Might, and one other teacher. Izuku realizes it has to be a special class, while Sero raises his hand to ask what they’re doing. Aziawa’s reply?

I swear this is exactly the same shit All Might did before the battle trial, gimme a second-

Bahahahaha incredible. Though then again, I wonder if those are security cards keys to certain locations. It would make sense, though then I wonder how Katsuki and Izuku were able to get into Training Ground Beta without one… hrm…

Anyways! Kaminari, Ashido, and Kirishima end up talking about it; Kaminari says it’ll be a rough day, with Ashido pumped as she agrees, and Kirishima also pumped as he says that it’s what being a hero is all about. Asui notes that she’ll be right as home in a flood. Aizawa silences them with a glare, saying he’s not done. He presses the button to unveil the costume lockers, telling the class that it’s their choice whether or not to wear their costumes, since some of them are ill-suited for this kind of activity.

Oh boy, will this put you on the path to the hero you’ll be come… but not for the reasons you think, buddy. The joke here is trauma.

It seems like most of the class does still choose to go in costume, barring Izuku - whose costume is still being repaired after the damage done to it in battle training. However, he still has his belt, gloves, knee pads, and mouth guard (with the mouth guard being new) on him. 

Golly, I wonder why your costume needed to be replaced, Izuku.

(thonk.)

Also Tenya jkfdkjdgfkj Oh My God You Dramatic Egg. He’s got a whistle and he’s directing the class to line up by ID number so they can fill the seats in an orderly fashion. 

I’m love this boy so much. And it’s even funnier because the bus has an open layout, meaning it was pointless. Poor Tenya is in Despair, with Ashido teasing him for his efforts being wasted. 

Savage. But yeah, looks like it’s Sato, Izuku, Asui, Kirishima, Tenya, Ashido, Aoyama, and Kaminari in the front seats. And Asui - sorry, Tsuyu - just outright says she says what’s on her mind, which startles Izuku since he didn’t expect her to talk to him I guess? She tells Izuku to call her Tsuyu, then turns to him and just says his quirk resembles All Might’s. 

Izuku, being the sincere boy he is, stutters and stumbles out something that almost looks like a denial, before Kirishima, bless his himbo soul, points out that All Might doesn’t get hurt by his own quirk, so they’re already different in that way. He then goes on to state that that kind of simple, strength enhancing quirk is awesome and that a lot of cool stuff can be done with it. 

Kirishima then goes on to show off his hardening, saying that it’s good for a fight, but otherwise boring. Midoriya ‘holy fuck I love quirks’ Izuku thinks otherwise, actually sparkling as he proclaims the quirk to be neat and more than enough for going pro. Kaminari notes that heroes also have to worry about popular appeal. Aoyama says his navel laser quirk is both strong and cool, and thus perfect for heroics. Ashido then kneecaps him by adding in that that’s as long as he doesn’t blow up his own stomach.

Ashido’s Savagery: The Sequel.

In the next panel, we see Katsuki’s been paying attention to this convo, which has me wondering if this is when he was first starting to piece together OFA from Izuku’s mention of ‘getting the quirk from someone else’ and ‘like All Might’s’. However, when he is brought up in the conversation (alongside Shouto) as examples of ‘strong and cool quirks’, he feigns disinterest and looks away, trying to play cool.

(Also, he doesn’t seem to have his gauntlets on him here, though I know he’s brought one with him as seen a bit later. I wonder whether he chose to leave one of them behind or if he might have been restricted from bringing more than one by Aizawa… interesting either way.)

Tsuyu then brings up how Katsuki being so unhinged means he’ll never be popular. Katsuki, naturally, takes offence and slams his hands on the rail in front of him, demanding to know what she just said. Tsuyu sticks out her tongue as she points at him making her point. Poor Jirou, having to be seated next to someone so loud.

And the moment literally the whole discord was waiting for, Kaminari’s brutal vocabulary takedown of Katsuki, something cut entirely from the anime. Friendly reminder that Kaminari is, in fact, a major lit nerd! He’s Not Dumb! Stop Making Him Dumb In Fics! He not only has the most verbose vocabulary in the class that isn’t from the rich kids (and in some ways is even more so), he also has Katsuki absolutely pegged despite only knowing him for a few days. He Earned His UA Spot.

While Katsuki snaps back at Kaminari, Izuku is hunched over in disbelief that Katsuki’s the one getting bullied for once, but he supposes that that’s UA for you…

To the side, Yaomomo declares the conversation vulgar, while Ochako is laughing and saying it’s fun. Offscreen, I’m assuming that it’s Kaminari mock-marvelling at how he didn’t think Katsuki’s mouth could get any fouler. 

The last panel on the page is Aizawa interrupting them to announce that they’ve arrived at the training grounds, and to look sharp. The whole class (I guess?) snaps to attention.

And that’s the halfway point, so I will leave the USJ proper for next time! This has been a Savage Mina and Smart Denki appreciation post, so appreciate them, or else.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Heyy are you taking requests? If you are can you please write a fic with Tom where they do that plank over me challenge thing in bbc radio except he's planking over the reader??? Idk tysmmmm💞

Plank All Over Me

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: you have to keep your cool while the incredibly flirty Tom Holland planks over you

It’s a series now!

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“Hello everyone, welcome back to BBC Radio 1. I’m Tom Holland from Spider-Man Far From Home.” Tom said sprightly into the camera.

“And I’m regretting being here.” You said in the same tone, making Tom laugh.

“She’s only kidding.” Tom gave you a fond look before looking back at the camera.

“Is she though?” You said with a scrunched nose.

“Aaaaaand we’re doing the Plank Over Me Challenge.” Tom pointed to the camera like he was a game show host.

“And I’m Y/n L/n from Venom.” You lamely added with equally lame jazz hands. “What is this game? Like how do you even play?”

“Its called Plank All Over Me. I plank over you while you ask me questions, and then we switch.” Tom explained while the crew got the cameras and microphones into position.

“Seems pretty intense for a game between strangers.” You commented as you rested your hands on your hips. It was true. You’d never met Tom before. But you were both in the Marvel field and BBC Radio 1 contacted you asking if you’d like to do an interview together. While you thought you’d be sitting on a couch next to him while someone asked you questions, BBC Radio 1 had something else in mind.

“I can assure you, we won’t be strangers after this.” Tom smiled cheekily and gave you a little nudge. Damn, if he wasn’t cute. His British accent and boyish face were enough to knock you off your game. You had to remind yourself that the cameras were on you, and you couldn’t let anything show.

“What if I can’t think of questions?” You asked the crew.

“There’s a little card with questions on it.” A man behind a camera handed you a small white card filled with questions. You scanned the card and nodded.

“This can’t end well.” You looked up and Tom and laughed. “Like, you’re gonna get my elbow full force into your clavicle and there’s nothing I can do to stop that.”

“That seems like a reasonable price to pay to have a pretty lady on top of me.” Tom shrugged, then squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. God, we’ve just met and I’m already blowing it.”

“Don’t sweat it.” You smiled assuringly at him and brought all your hair to one side. “And I can already tell there’s gonna be way too many innuendos.” You chuckled as you got on the ground in between the microphones. You laid straight and gave Tom a nod. Tom stood over you lordly and gave you a thumbs up.

“I’m coming down.” He told you.

“Timber.” You said weakly. You immediately grimaced. “I’m so sorry. Oh my God, cut that out of the video.”

“Leave it.” Tom pointed at a camera and gave them a fake stern look. “It was cute.”

“Are you gonna come or not?” You asked him, dying from the anticipation and already blushing over him calling what you said “cute.”

“This is off to a fantastic start.” Tom laughed and he straddled your waist with his knees. He had a shy, concentrated smile on his face as he rested his forearms on either side of your head. He cradled your face with his arms and clasped his fingers together at the top of your head. You held your breath as he put his legs back and pushed himself up. Finally, he gently lowered himself onto you and stopped just mere inches from your face. His warm breath ticked your face, making you giggle.

“Oh, don’t do that love. I won’t last a minute.” Tom said softly, only for you to hear.

“Sorry.” You said with a cheeky grin. He was like a Monet painting. Pretty from afar and intricate from up close, and bursting with detail. You took notice of the way his one eyebrow went vertical, instead of horizontal. You also took notice of how that was completely adorable. His hair was curlier than it was on screen, and soft strands of it brushed your forehead. He smelled like Head and Shoulders and axe, and maybe a little bit of heaven.

“First question, what happened to your eyebrow?” You asked him. It wasn’t on the card, but you were curious.

“That’s my wolf side, and I’ll never tell.” Tom said while he pierced you with his gaze. You wondered how long you were gonna last under this man.

“Alright.” You bit your tongue between your teeth, making Tom let out a hot breath. You felt his belt buckle touch your tummy every time he laughed.

“What did I just say? No laughing.” Tom reminded you. “Do you want me to crush you?”

A little, you thought.

“But that wasn’t a laugh! I bit my tongue so that I wouldn’t laugh.” You protested.

“It’s still making me weak and a man cannot be weak when he’s planking.” Tom declared, making it really hard for you not to laugh again. You looked at the card and kept going.

“What’s the best advice you’ve ever been given?” You asked him. Innocent enough.

“Probably when my mate Harrison told me to go on BBC radio 1 because that cute girl from Venom was gonna be there.” Tom answered with a lopsided grin. You bit your bottom lip.

“I’m pretty sure flirting isn’t a part of the games rules.” You teased.

“Rules are made to be broken, love.” Tom struggled to give you a wink. “Okay, if you’re cutting out her saying “timber”, then you’re cutting out me saying that.”

“But it was cute.” You said in a deep British accent to mock him. “And I’m pretty sure this is live radio.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be asking me questions?” Tom said in a strained voice. The plank was getting to him, but he was determined to go on.

“Oh right.” You laughed and looked back at the card. “What’s your favorite word?”

“I quite like your name, to be honest. I’ll say that’s my favorite word.” Tom said. If his face wasn’t red before, it was red now. He wasn’t usually this foward, but all bets were off when you were planking over a cute girl. You had to bite your tongue again and forced yourself to look indifferent to his compliment.

“Such a flirt.” You shook your head. “What scares you?”

“The thought of crushing you with my huge, muscly body.” Tom joked. His breath fanned your face again, not that you were complaining.

“Did you leave that body at home?” You teased him. Toms mouth opened in shock.

“Oof.” He said and adjusted his positive, closing his arms tighter around you.

“What? You wanted questions.” You pointed out.

“I did. I have to say though, you’re a pretty good distraction to the ache in my biceps.” Tom admitted.

“That’s what every girl wants to hear.” You said in an over dramatic dreamy tone. “And they are pretty nice biceps.”

“You can feel them when we’re done.” Tom said with a weak smirk. He was really feeling the pain now.

“You did not just say that!” You covered your face with your hand, mostly to hide your blush. You couldn’t move your hand back to the ground in fear of brushing him and making him fall over, so you kept it flushed against your chest.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Tom laughed. “It’s not me, it’s the plank.”

“Getting back to the game, if you could switch suits with any superhero, who would it be?” You asked.

“Probably Iron Man, just so I could go to the bathroom on set.” Tom answered with a breathy chuckle. Every laugh sent a wave of mint straight to your face. “How long have I been going?”

“Four minutes and a half.” You took a glance at the clock. “You’re quivering.”

“You’re making me quiver.” Tom said lowly.

“My deepest apologies.” You said sarcastically as you stared innocently into his eyes.

“I think I could find it in my heart to forgive you.” Tom said, again, only for you to hear.

“Thank God.” You laughed and met his eyes. Behind the obvious strain from holding the plank, you saw a fondness. In a more sincere voice you said, “I wouldn’t want you to be mad at me.”

“I could never be mad at you, darling.” Tom said with equal sincerity. “Though I’m going to get a bit cross if you don’t ask me another question.”

“Shoot, right, sorry. Umm, how often do you people watch?” You asked the first question you saw on the card.

“How often do I what, love?” Tom wheezed.

“People watch.” You repeated. “Like observe other people and their behavior in a non serial killer like way.”

“Oh.” Tom blew a breath out on your face and thought. You could see the veins in his neck beginning to bulge. “Not often. There’s this one girl I like to watch though.” Tom answered, quickly followed by, “In a non serial killer like way.”

“Lucky girl.” You commented, feelings a twinge of jealousy stab at your heart. He was being so flirty and then dropped that on you. “Why do you watch her?”

“Because she takes my breath away.” Tom said roughly as he struggled to breath. He squeezed his eyes tightly to make himself last. “Literally.” He huffed.

“How cute.” You faked a smile. “Do you think she’s watching this now?”

“I know for a fact that she is.” Tom said with a laugh. “How long have I been going now?”

“Almost six minutes.” You told him. “How long are you going for?”

“I’m going to make this last as long as I possibly can, since I will never be in this position again.” Tom said with determination in his weak voice.

“Woah.” You let out a surprised laugh. “Who knew Spider-Man was so dirty?”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Tom defended. “I’ve just enjoyed our time together.”

“You’ve enjoyed the bulging veins, red face, and aching muscles?” You raised an eyebrow.

“No, I’ve enjoyed being asked questions by the lovely girl beneath me.” Tom let out another ragged breath. “I can do this all day.”

“I think the vein in your forehead might pop before you get a chance.” You taunted.

“Mmm.” Tom grunted, really feeling the pain now. “Just keep asking me questions. It helps.”

“Does it? That’s a question.” You looked at the camera, knowing full well you were ignoring the card.

“Yes. You soothe me.” Tom said through clenched teeth. He didn’t seem very soothed.

“Okay, what would you rate 10/10?” You asked, getting back to the card.

“You. And Spider-Man Far From Home, on Blu-Ray and DVD now.” He shot a wink at the camera and pounded his fist against the ground. He wasn’t gonna last much longer.

“What do you wish you knew more about?” You were going rapid fire questions now.

“Again, I’m gonna have to go with you.” Tom laughed halfheartedly. “These questions are too easy.”

“What’s the best way to start your day?” You asked. “And you can’t say me.”

“Well, it would be you, but for now it’s tea.” Tom answered.

“For now?” You asked softly.

“Next question.” Tom wheezed.

“What’s the most interested work of art you’ve ever seen?” You read from the card.

“The Kiss by Gustav Klimt.” Tom said.

“Really?” You asked.

“No, it’s you.” Tom laughed.

“Tom!” Your eyes widened. He was definitely flirting now. “Are you like this with all the girls?”

“Not even close.” Tom gave a labored laugh, as if your question was ridiculous. “Just the pretty ones in Venom.”

“Where would you spend all your time if you could?” You asked, ignoring his comment for the time being.

“Right here.” Tom said before collapsing into you. He fell gently, and buried his face in your neck as he cradled your head with his arm. He breathed heavily in your ear for a moment before rolling onto his side and propping himself up. You shifted a little, so you could look at him. He was all red in the face and had labored breathing. He gave you a tired laugh and looked up at the clock.

“How long did I go?” He asked.

“Six and a half minutes, which means Tom Holland officially holds the BBC Radio 1 Plank All Over Me Record.” A crew member answered.

“My mum will be so proud.” Tom pretended to wipe a tear.

“How do you feel?” You nudged him, both of you still on the ground.

“Never better.” Tom said, out of breath. “Might wanna feel my bicep now, since I just had a record breaking workout.”

You pursed your lips in temptation, before reaching over and squeezing his arm. He watched your face carefully as it twisted into an impressed expression. It was your first time touching a guys bicep, thinking it was a move only used by quarterbacks in movies.

“Well damn.” You laughed shyly and looked into his eyes. You jumped a little when you saw that he was already staring at you.

“Your turn, love.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“I’m gonna last two seconds.” You said to him as you got up, holding out a hand to help him up as well.

“Nonsense. I’m sure you’re strong.” Tom said as he took your hand. You both realized he didn’t have to get up and he quickly let go in embarrassment.

“I can’t wait to prove you wrong by pile driving you into the carpet.” You chuckled, adjusting your outfit before getting into position.

“I can’t wait for that either.” Tom said as he got on the ground and laid straight. He wiggled down between the two microphones and held a hand up towards you. “Whenever you’re ready, darling.”

“Here we go.” You laughed nervously as you took his hand. You used it to steady yourself as you stepped over him and stood between his legs. You slowly got down on your knees and placed them in either side of his waist. You looked at him hesitantly and he gave you a soft smirk

“Ready?” He asked.

“As I’ll ever be.” You said. You placed your arms on either side on his head and propped yourself up. You straightened your legs and lowered yourself onto your elbows. Immediately, you felt the ache go through your body.

“Okay. Ask away.” You said.

“Are you seeing anyone?” Tom began.

“What? Why is that my first question?” You asked, already feeling your arms and legs weaken.

“It’s on the card.” Tom shrugged. He didn’t even have the card in his hand.

“It is not.” You let out a breathy laugh. “I looked at the card for six and a half minutes, don’t forget.”

“Fine. I thought of it when I was hovering above your perfect face for nearly seven minutes.” Tom said with emphasis on his time. “Now answer.”

“I’ve seen more of you today than I’d like to admit.” You dodged his question to role him up.

“You could see as much of me as you want.” Tom quipped.

“Oh?” You said with a raised eyebrow.

“Not like that! Damn it! I can’t stop with the innuendos.” Tom scolded himself.

“It’s okay.” You shook your head, making your hair fall on his chest. “I think it’s funny. And no, I’m not seeing anyone.”

“Okay, good.” Tom felt better at your words.

“Hey, Tom?” You spoke up.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Are you gonna ask me anything else?” You wondered. He wasn’t keeping up his end of the game.

“I kinda found out all I needed to know.” Tom joked.

“Tom!” You said, struggling to keep yourself up. You were determined not to fall over after only being asked one question.

“Fine. What’s your favorite bug?” Tom asked.

“What?” You wheezed. “I don’t know. A beetle.”

“Okay, then who’s your favorite Beetle?” Tom continued. None of these questions were on the card, and you both knew it.

“John.” You huffed. “Was that off script?”

“I’m the one asking you questions, darling.” Tom said nonchalantly.

“Well keep asking. I can’t feel my legs.” You grimaced.

“Ready to give up?” Tom asked. Technically, it was a question.

“Never.” You wheezed again.

“Your hair is in my mouth.” Tom laughed as stands of your hair fell into his open mouth.

“Sorry.” You giggled and tried to flip your hair behind your shoulder, which proved to be impossible. Tom laughed at your failure.

“I got you, love.” He said softly as he gentle tucked your hair behind your ears, giving you a clear view of your face.

“I can’t do this.” You said, not even referring to the plank anymore. You couldn’t have Tom Holland flirt with you on live radio without screaming.

“Yes you can.” Tom said assertively. “You’re almost at two minutes.”

“That’s it?” You groaned. It felt like two hours.

“Keep going. I’m not ready for this to end.” Tom cheered you on.

“I swear to God Tom, I’ll give us both rug burn. See if I care.” You threatened.

“You wouldn’t.” Tom said with a cocky smirk. “Who’s your favorite man under the mask?”

“I kinda have a thing for Peter Parker.” You said through deep breaths.

“Peter Parker might have a thing for you.” Tom muttered.

“I bet I look so red right now.” You were beginning to get self conscious being his close to Tom.

“You look beautiful.” Tom dismissed your concern.

“That wasn’t a question.” You pointed out.

“Fine. Who’s the most famous person to slide into your DM’s?” Tom got back to the card.

“Your mom.” You said through clenched teeth.

“Nikki?” Tom asked with a laugh. “How dare she?”

“She’s got game.” You panted.

“If you had to date any actor in the MCU, who would it be?” Tom questioned. You knew that wasn’t on the card either. “I’d just like to point out the very cute, very single MCU actor in this very room.”

“Thats quite convenient isn’t it? I don’t have to look too far.” You smiled, regaining a bit of strength.

“Answer! You told me your favorite bug for Pete’s sake.” Tom grew more impatient with every passing second.

“I guess you, since you’re already underneath me.” You said sheepishly. You knew the answer before he even finished asking.

“I-“ Tom began.

“If you make a sexual joke, I will body slam you.” You cut him off, knowing where he was going with his statement. Tom nodded in defeat.

“Not a sentence I expected to hear today.” He quipped.

“How much longer until three minutes?” You asked in your strained voice.

“Ten seconds.” A crew member answered. The crew, who by the way, was watching two people fall in love in real time, right in front of them.

“I can’t do it.” Your arms felt like fire and were beginning to shake.

“Yes you can.” Tom urged you to keep going.

“My arms feel like spaghetti.” You panted.

“Arms are heavy, moms spaghetti.” Tom said in a positive tone. You laughed and felt your arms shake harder.

“If I couldn’t laugh under you, you can’t make me laugh when I’m over you.” You scolded.

“Fair. Three more seconds.” Tom told you. “Three, two, one.”

“I’m out.” You collapsed onto his chest and laid there for a moment. You felt Toms hand on the small of your back, rubbing comforting circles with his hand as your heart pounded against his chest. You rested against his chest as you caught your breath, feeling your arms slowly regain their strength. You picked your head up and rested your chin on his chest, giving him a tired smile. He returned the smile and tucked your hair behind your ears again.

“All good?” He asked with a lazy smile.

“I will be.” You assured him. “As soon as my legs regain feeling.”

“Here. I’ll help you up.” Tom offered. He rested his hands on your hips and shifted you off of him. He then scooped you up and gently set you in your feet. He let you lean into him until your aching legs were steady.

“Your time was three minutes and one second, Y/n.” A crew member told you.

“Trust me, I felt it every second.” You gulped, your mouth feeling suddenly dry.

“So did I.” Tom smiled. “Nice job.” He held up his hand, a little higher than you could reach. You took a step towards him to get closer, instantly regretting it. Your legs trembled and Tom had to catch you to steady yourself.

“Oh great. Tom Holland made me unable to walk for the next week.” You rolled your eyes before realizing you own innuendo. You put your hand over your mouth in embarrassment.

“Also not a sentence I expected to hear.” Tom laughed with happy shock.

“Not a sentence I expected to say, darling.” You threw his own word back in his face. He gave you a mock offended face.

“As fun as this was, that’s all the time we have for today. Thank you Tom and Y/n for joining us at BBC Radio 1.” The host of the show said into the microphone.

“Thanks for having us.” Tom said sincerely. Very, very sincerely.

“I’m thankful, but my arms are not.” You joked

You thanked the crew one last time and went off to your respective dressing rooms. You rubbed your aching arms and gathered your things before hearing a knock at your door. You opened it, expecting to see your manager but instead found a very bashful looking Tom Holland.

“So.” He began with a hesitant smile. “There was one question I didn’t get to ask, that I’m dying to know.”

“And what would that be?” You asked, leaning against the doorway with a smirk. Tom looked at you, feeling a surge of confidence from your smile and loosened his shoulders. Oh, the things you did to him.

“Will you go out with me?” He said quickly, before his confidence left him. “Maybe it was just me, but I was really feeling it back there in the interview, and I felt like you were too. I hope it wasn’t just me.” Tom said in a hopeful manner. “Please say it wasn’t just me.”

“That depends.” You said coyly. “You’d have to answer a question of mine first.”

“Which is?” Tom asked, bouncing a little on his heels.

“Did you think I’d ever say no?”

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[hogwarts--imagines]

If I Could Fly

GIF NOT MINE

Tsuki x F!Reader

Warning: Angstish. Fluff, Tsuki just needs love *This takes place during their second year, idk why but it fit ig*

Summary: Tsuki realizes he needs to let her in to understand him. 

Inspired by If I Could Fly by One Direction, I never thought I’d get nostalgic and listen to this song for the sake of this Fic. 

He knew it, if only she could too. 

She was always there. Following him and Yamaguchi around.  Yamaguchi never cared that she was there, he enjoyed having another friend. He was always so nice. Always accepting everyone that said hi. He needed to be careful, People come and go all the time. He shouldn’t be so trusting.

A year had passed since they met. She had shown up to almost all of their games during their tournaments wanting to cheer on her friends. Especially during the Nationals. Their team needed the extra support. Tsuki would never admit how happy it made him to see her cheering them on. 

“Y/n!” Yamaguchi yelled, causing Tsukishima’s head to shoot up towards their friend. 

“Yams! Tsuki!” She waved, approaching them, “How was practice?” 

“It was good!” Yamaguchi was excited as always.

“It was fine” Tsuki shrugged it off, he hated the small talk. Why must she always stick around?

Y/n tried her best to ignore his comments, he always seemed so negative about everything. It felt like his negativity was always directed at her. Yamaguchi gave her an apologetic look. He knew what she felt. She had spoken to him about it before and he had did his best to reassure her that Tsuki didn’t hate her. 

The three walked in silence for a while. Unsure of what to say, y/n decided to find something to talk about. 

“There’s an action movie that comes out this weekend, maybe we could all go see-” 

“Can’t.” Tsuki interrupted her, waving it off.

“Why not?” She raised an eyebrow, annoyed that he didn’t let her finish speaking. 

“I don’t want too.” Tsuki didn’t look at her, he spoke as if he could care less. 

“Tsuki.” Yamaguchi snapped at his friend, “You don’t need to be so rude, she was just as-”

“Fine. Don’t go. I’ll invite Hinata and Yachi instead.” She turned her gaze away from them, “Yams you can still come though.” 

Her street came up and she had never been so excited to get away from them. No. Him. Normally they would walk her to her house, since it was dark out. She just wanted to get away from them.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Night.” She turned onto her street and walked away before they could protest. She could hear Yamaguchi scold hid friend as she hurriedly made her way home. 

Why was he always so cold with her? Had she done something to him in the past? She couldn’t think of a reason. She grew to like him. He was always so different compare to most. He was good academically and physically. He was amazing in her eyes. Was she too cheerful with him? Was she just annoying? 

She sighed in relief when her head hit the pillow on her bed. Home at last. She wasn’t going to put up with his cold demeaner any more. She had enough. 

--

The following morning she left at her normal time, walking to the school earlier than needed became a habit for her since she would walk with the two boys. Just like every morning they waited at the end of her street for her.

“Morning Yams” She greeted only him. She didn’t say another word as she kept walking next to Yams. The boys knew right away this wasn’t normal. Tsuki was always in the middle of them two. Listening to their pointless conversations. This time Yams was in the middle and she made sure of it..

The walk was silent and awkward. No one wanted to say a word, and those that did, didn’t know what to say. Y/n kept her eyes looking straight ahead. Yamaguchi looked at Tsuki, a puzzled look, only to see he was just as confused. What happened to their friend to make her stay so quiet?

The school building came into their sights. She let out a sigh before walking a head of them. Waving goodbye in the process. She was definitely not happy. Tsuki and Yamaguchi headed to the gym. 

“What did you do to piss her off?” Yamaguchi practically yelled at his friend as they began to practice. 

“Why would I do anything to piss her off?” Tsuki shrugged tossing the volleyball to his friend.

“Who did Tsuki piss off?” Hinata asked as he approached them. 

“Y/n” Yamaguchi replied, tossing the ball back to Tsuki, “She hardly spoke to us this morning. Well she spoke to me a little bit.” 

“Tsuki was probably being rude to her again.” Hinata nodded his head, as if he knew the answers to everything. 

“This doesn’t concern you.” Tsuki snapped at him.

“She’s my friend too!” Hinata yelled back. 

Tsuki would never admit this, but he hated that you didn’t acknowledge him this morning. He hated not knowing why. He shrugged it off, it’ll blow over by the end of the day. 

Only it didn’t. 

She never showed up to meet them after practice. Before that she didn’t speak a word during any of their classes. Keeping to herself.

Yamaguchi groaned as he read the text from y/n 

‘Don’t wait for me, I went home after school.’

“And you probably thought she was gonna be fine by now!” Yamaguchi shoved the phone on Tsuki’s hand so he could read the text. 

“Well I don’t know her problem!” Tsuki was frustrated, why was she acting like this??

“Well I can list a few things!” Yamaguchi let out a groan, “You are always so cold towards her, You hate that she includes herself in our lives don’t you? Why? Because you hate that she fits into your life perfectly and you are too stubborn to accept the fact that liking her scares you! I see how you look at her! You liked her since we met her!” 

“I-” Tsuki was at a loss of words.

“She wanted to see a movie with us and you completely blew her off, you could’ve tried to be nicer about it! She’s my friend too and I hate seeing her upset.” Yamaguchi ranted, he almost jumped away from his friend, the glare Tsuki had always scared him. But the glare never came.

“I’ll talk to her.” Tsuki gave in, he didn’t bother denying anything his friend said. They were true.

Once they made it towards your street, Tsuki and Yamaguchi separated, He was going to talk to you tonight. He approached your front door and knocked. 

“Hello?” A very sleepy looking y/n answered the door. She was in an oversized sweater and sweatpants. “Oh, what are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to you” Tsuki folded his arms. 

“Fine, but be quiet, my mom is working still.” She allowed him to enter and he followed her to her room. Her parents were so used to the boys coming over it didn’t bother them. “What is it?”

“I wanted to ap-” He struggled to say what he thought, “Apologize.” 

“What” Her eyes widened a bit, this was different for him. 

Tsuki was struggling to say this thoughts. He never apologized often and speaking his mind on his feelings was way out of his comfort zone. 

“You must really need to talk then, huh?” She tilted her head to the side, then shoved him towards her bed “Sit down and take a moment to think?” 

She was always so serious when it came to people needing to talk. It always made him happy to see how concerned she was for others. Even though she was mad at him, she realized that there was something wrong and it would give her a reason as to understand him more. 

“I’m just going to say everything.” Tsuki sighed, rubbing his temples, “This isn’t an excuse, but an explanation.”

“Okay, I’m listening” She sat beside him, preparing for what he had to say.

“I hate that you just show up one day, with this determination to be my friend. I hate that you never shut up for a moment. I hate how nice you can be. To me. I hate that laugh, when everything is funny to you. I hate that you are always around. Showing up to the games to cheer us on.” Tsuki ranted, looking down at the floor avoiding her eyes. 

She wasn’t prepared for this. He didn’t like her. 

No. That wasn’t the case. Not for him.

“But I hate the silence that followed me around today a lot more. I hated it when you stopped talking to me today. I hate how scared I am to open myself up to someone. I hate how attached I am to you. But I love it. Your stupid laugh. I want to hear over and over again. I want you around all the time. I missed you.” Tsuki had just laid everything out for her. 

“Tsuki” She looked at him. He had opened up to her completely.

“I really like you y/n. This doesn’t excuse my actions towards you. I am sorry for that. Letting people in scares me. I’m scared they will leave. I pushed you away because I was scared to get attached only to lose you.” He let his guard down, he allowed himself to look up at her, the fear in his eyes were clear, he was scared of this moment, but at the same time he was trying to fight down the fear.

“Tsuki.” She stood up and moved herself to stand directly in front of him, “Though this doesn’t excuse your actions, it hurt me how mean you were to me, but I can forgive you.”

He took a deep breath as she cupped his face with her hands, “I really like you too. I want to get to know you. the real you. If you’ll let me one day. I want to move past this. I’m not going anywhere. I’m here and I’m staying.” 

She gave him a deep kiss. Nothing too crazy, just a kiss that was full of meaning and passion. She was proving her point. 

Tsuki waited till she pulled away, he opened his eyes and met hers, he desperately wanted this to work. He was going to make sure it did. 

“Let’s take this slow yeah?” She smiled and kissed his cheek. 

“Lets go see that movie then” Tsuki agreed, he was relived that he got this off his chest.

“Deal” She smiled happily.

“Hey y/n?”  Tsuki studied her sweater, adjusting his glasses to get a better look.

“Yes?” 

“Is that my sweater?”