#giving this one a spin wheee

[heartsoji]

omg hello! since requests are open and all, I want to request kenma, Suna and atsumu and Oikawa with a reader who gets happy over the most childish thinsg

I got a shadow the hedgehog plush backpack from one of my brothers and I was so happy for like a week straight

HQ BOYS WITH AN S/O WHOS LOVES CHILDISH THINGS

a/n: THIS IS LITERALLY ME. i still watch disney movies and kids shows bcs they're just so nostalgic and wonderlicious

warnings: suna's is a little ooc but wtv im in a fluffy duffy mood

suna, atsumu, and oikawa x reader (separate)

S. RINTARO

he finds it so cute

he loves how he can give you something like a plushie or a lollipop and you get all happy and smiley

he just loves it. he loves you!

he's addicted to the way your eyes light up and brighten the room when a funny scene comes on in the kids show you're watching

literally anyone could see the way his eyes soften whenever you get all happy over something childish

he just finds it so stinking adorable

but ofc, he also has to tease you about it

its all in good fun, he loves it so much

you giggled happily and twirled around with the cute little plushie that rin had just given you. it was soft and fluffy and warm and had the cutest ears and just made you so happy.

unbeknownst to you, rin was staring at you lovingly with a tender gaze, wondering to himself how he got someone so cute.

you were the light rin needed. when he got down and dark, you were the light that pulled him back up. and he found the fact that you loved stuff like this SO CUTE

contrary to what he was thinking, he smirked and began to tease you about it. "it makes you that happy? what are you, a baby?"

you beamed. "your baby!"

he cringed slightly, but then let out a loving sigh as he curled an arm around you.

"i guess so."

M. ATSUMU

he loves everything about you, and that includes your love for childish things

whenever you have a cute reaction to something childish, he has to fight the urge to spin you around in a tight hug and pepper your face with kisses and tell you how cute that was

he fails most of the time

he doesn't really think its weird or tease you about it or anything

i firmly believe that atsumu still sleeps with his childhood stuffie, so he thinks its cute that you guys are kinda similar in that aspect

also, hes just a ginormous child, so uh

it was a peaceful sunday afternoon, and you guys were watching bluey together. then, during the magic xylophone episode in the scene where bluey's dad played bluey like a piano and tickled her silly, he paused the show and quickly pounced on you and dug his fingers into your ribs.

"you're MY magic xylophone! ping ping ping! ping ping! pururururuing!" he shouted, kneading and knocking at your ribs

"tsuhuhumu, stahahap!" you giggled trying weakly to fight his hands off

"hmm.. i think that i should get some more practice in, don'tcha think?" he teased, continually prodding at the sensitive area.

"NAHAHA TSUHU- *HIC!*"

you both paused at the little hiccup you gave. it was silent for a moment before atsumu grabbed you and spun you around, laughing as you giggled and "wheee!"'d.

"yer so freakin' cute im gonna die!" he laughed as he peppered your face with kisses.

you giggled as you two settled back down on the couch together, cuddling up with each other and your favorite stuffies.

he sighed contentedly as he leaned his head on you, melting into your warmth as you did the same.

he honestly loved moments where he could be childish without being judged like this with the person he loved most in the world. (he internally apologized to his ma)

O. TOORU

little brat but its ok

he really likes bubbles, as do you

sometimes when its nice out, the two of you will just blow bubbles and just watch in mesmerization

(sometimes in the shower too!)

hes also really into disney

he hid it before, but once he started dating you, one of his favorite at-home date activities is watching disney movies together!

frozen is his fav

he knows all the lyrics to all the frozen songs and sings along everytime

hes your little princess

"LET IT GOOOO" tooru screeched in your ear. "LET IT GOOOOOOO! CAN'T HOLD IT BACK AAAANYMO-O-ORE"

"LET IT GOOOO" you screeched in his ear. "LET IT GO-O-O, TURN AWAY AND SLAM THE DOOOOR"

"I DON'T CARE"

"WHAT THEY'RE GOING TO SAY"

"LET THE STORM RAGE OOOOOOOOON" tooru held the high note, his voice cracking a couple times.

"the cold never bothered me anyway" *hairflip*

you two plopped your butts back down on the couch heavily, tired and out of breath from the karaoke session.

"you did really well, princess" he complimented, voice breathy.

"you... you, too." you replied, "princess."

"HEY" he cried, clinging onto you. "i'm your PRINCE, remember?"

you grinned. "i think princess suits you better."

"y/n-chaaaaaaan!" he whined, shaking you, "you're so mean!"

you couldn't help but laugh at his childish antics, hiding your face slightly with your olaf plushie

"i love you."

you stopped short, giving him a curious look.

"you're the one for me."

you simply smiled in return. "as are you for me."

"Y/N-CHAN LOOK! ITS THE PART WHERE THEY MEET OLAF!!"

"OH MY GOD I LOVE THAT PART"

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

[pokemon-ash-aus]

We had a rain prompt :) - and some writing along with it

Creative Prompt: OC in the Rain

Mewtwo grumbled, flicking their tail angrily at the smaller Mewtwos floating around them.

They had been babbling nonsense for the better part of an hour, never seeming to shut up and only continuing to grate on their nerves.

Boys- They called themselves- seemed to have an impossibly annoying voice that ran on an on for hours on end.

They didn't speak like them, not psychically, they spoke vocally.

Something rumbled, loud and crass that had Mewtwo turning wildly, electricty crackling off their fur as they attempted to locate the pokemon stupid enough to make a noise.

"Oh great, its gonna rain." The purple one- Indigo? had sighed, eyes lighting up purple.

A protect circled his head- a familiar looking purple shield already forming.

The black one- Ash- made a weird noise, his face stretching into smile.

"Baby," Brown eyes darted to them, wincing back and glancing away nervously. "Doesn't matter, Let's keep going."

Mewtwo huffed, carefully following along Indigo's steps and forming a Protect above their head.

The Sky- who knew it made noises- continued to rumble before Indigo hissed about 15 minutes later.

"Let's go above the trees." Ash touted happily, darting up before they could even saw a word.

"ASH!" Indigo darted up and Mewtwo had no choice but to follow.

The treetops were a lot brighter than the leaves below, a subtle change that had Mewtwo relaxing slightly.

But they were wet.

They glanced up, surprise coloring their face as their shield began to dribble water off the sides.

"WHEEE!"

"Why are you like this!?"

"Its just a lil water Go!"

"I hate you!"

They glanced to the side, watching Indigo curl under his shield, shaking near violently as Ash moved around freely in the falling water, spinning as fur began to drag down.

Tilting their head, Mewtwo reached out.

Water touched their hand and slowly drenching their fur.

Mewtwo reeled back, surprised by how *cold* it was.

The water Pitter pattered againdt their shield and they slowly reached out with both hands, barely tensing when the water coated their hands.

They barely registered the two younger Twos rounding around them.

Ash was drenched but sniling, giving them a confused stare.

"Whats the matter Mewtwo?" He asked, tilting his head.

"You're acting like you've never seen rain before." Indigo huffed out, crossing his arms across his chest as his eyes screwed closem "Fuck it's freezing."

"Swear Jar!"

"Screw you!"

"Rain?" They interrupted the boys banter, pulling back and stretching out their hands, feeling the water dribble between any dry spots between their fingers. "Is that what this is?"

The boys glanced at each other.

"You never seen rain before?" Indigo tilted his head, like he couldn't fathom the thought.

Their face screwed up in defense, crossing their arms and shivering as their wet hands touched their dry fur.

"I know Rain Dance." They touted harshly, glaring at the duo. "But i didn't see any Pokemon anywhere."

"It's cause its not Rain Dance, It's real rain." Ash supplied- unhelpfully in Mewtwo's opinion. "Come on, drop your shield, Rain is so much different when it's Natural!"

"Indigo still has it." Mewtwo argued, pointing at the Purple tailed two who looked like a Sawsbuck caught in a fight.

"That's cause he's a baby." Ash grinned again, this time sharper- but playful. "Come on!"

"I'm not a baby." Indigo grumbled, giving them a glance. "You can always put it back up, I just dont like Rain."

"Or Water!"

"Ash, Shut your mouth!"

Mewtwo ignored their yelling, gkancing at the rain still falling.

Slowly their protect shrunk, water beginning to pepper their fur from the top down.

It felt really weird on their gem, the first droplets chilling them to their core.

Other than that it felt...

Nice?

The rain was cool but the gentle pittering was soothing in a way they never felt before.

Mewtwo stayed still, closing their eyes and letting the rain soak them down to their skin.

This was nice.

[onlyseokmins]

strawberry & cream • k.m.g.

Pairing: kim mingyu x fem!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), "established" undefined relationship (?)

Warnings: alcohol, swearing, delayed orgasm (m), subby!gyu technically yeah uh huh, he's pussy whipped okay, lots of baby/good boy, lowkey i'm crying, consensual video recording/nude pictures taken, cumming inside wheee, mild aftercare!! lmk if i missed anything :)

WC: ~3k

A/N: I finally posted smth!! Was thinking of one of the dialogues in class last week lmfao and this is what happened. I'm procrastinating on everything else bc i'm unhappy w/ how they've been turning out but this one isn't too bad... turned out longer than i thought and i even made a quick banner ehehe 🤞🏻 enjoy ~

"You look like you've never felt the touch of a real man."

It's a comment that would have pissed you off if a stranger dared to say it to you. But you know who this tall drink of water is so you agreeably play along. First, taking a sip from the golden liquor swirling in your glass before smirking.

"How observant of you to pick up the fact that I prefer the company of women. They're lovely, kind, beautiful… " Your pointer finger extends to tap against tan skin exposed by the black dress shirt's two unfastened buttons. You lean in close to the tall man as your nail lightly draws circles causing him to groan. "And so soft and supple."

You pull away the minute Mingyu's eyelashes flutter shut when he breathes in the scent of the familiar perfume you're wearing. 

"Unlike you."

Chocolate brown eyes snap back open at your comment but you've already disappeared from his sight. Easily navigating through the crowded dance floor, the gyrating bodies grooving to the catchy techno beat naturally part for you to make your way through.

A large hand wraps around your wrist right before you arrive at the open center. You're swift to hide your knowing smile before he spins you around to face him, sweat glistening on his brow. It doesn't surprise you that Mingyu finds it difficult to move as lithely as you. Although tonight, it just might be the fastest time record he's found you.

"You were quick."

It's a chase and it's a game. Not the way one might think. Even with such a tall figure staring into your eyes, it's you who holds the upper hand. Like a cat tricks a mouse into thinking its escape and safety are secured, you let Mingyu play his cards like he has the winning royal flush.

Unlike a rodent, though, he very well knows to not have a false sense of security. He's well aware of who has the control. You.

But that doesn't mean he'll give in easily.

"Didn't let anyone catch me."

"Atta boy."

He preens under your praise. Mingyu's approachable. Despite his devilishly handsome features, one goofy smile is enough to put anyone at ease. Convince them to talk him up, thinking they might score a chance. But ever since this little "thing" between the two of you started, when that sly glint in your eyes lured him right where you wanted, he's gotten more efficient at blowing people off. 

Just to be the lucky one to have you.

You wish you could be annoyed or tired of him. Content to flirt with one of the many other pretty women and men vying to get your attention. But once again, it seems like you'll be going home with your little brother's best friend.

Warm hands roam your body. Eager to nudge his thigh between yours, you can feel the pleased grumble in his chest under your palms. He likes your outfit. Fingers tease at the large open slits around your waist, hooking underneath the silver double chain that decoratively runs across your hip bones. He tugs up questioningly and raises his eyebrows at the saucy wink you send him.

"Lace and beads," you challenge, "or nothing on at all?"

Mingyu wrinkles his forehead in thought, biting his lip at the faint detection of something hard amidst the heat of your cunt pressing into his thigh. "Fuck, you're dirty."

"What's your guess?"

"What do I get if I'm right?"

"Shouldn't you be asking what's the punishment going to be if you're wrong?"

"I'm sure I'll like it either way."

The disco lights blur when he spins you again, the narrow tip of your heels almost make you lose your balance if he didn't have such a steadfast hold on you. Like he'd let you go on his own accord. If possible, he presses the back of your body even tighter against his firm body so you can feel how much he wants you. Not that it's hard to miss, tight pants almost unable to contain such thick thighs, well-shaped ass, and specifically his dick bulge — especially when it's straining against its leather confines.

"Naughty boy."

"Says the one that always looks so fuckable every time we meet," his tongue plays with the tiny hoop on the upper part of your ear. "So goddamn sexy."

"Bet if I told you to, you'd take out your dick for me right now. Slip it right inside of me in front of all these people."

The change in music drowns out his reply but you can easily tell what it is by the desperate roll of his hips. Like a puppy in heat, he grinds pathetically against the thin blue material covering your body searching for some semblance of relief.

You snake an arm behind his neck to grab at the fluffy locks he's growing out because he knows you like to pull at it. Mingyu readily brings his lips to your neck to lather you in hot, open-mouthed kisses. Throwing your head back against his shoulder and swaying to the beat, he continues to casually explore. Wandering hands move upwards, appreciating the access to your midriff above the high waistband. 

Brushing underneath the swell of your chest, you hear his frustrated moan at the crisscrossed laces just barely stretching enough fabric to cover your breasts. His brain goes fuzzy with the thought of one light tug freeing those gorgeous tits. The only thing holding him back from doing exactly that is the not-so-subtle gaze of the pretty woman that's been keeping her eye on the two of you moving around the dance floor. 

Who she wants is uncertain. Maybe both? The two of you are trying to blend in, acting as if you're not about to tear each other's clothes off right now. A fleeting glance and you probably look like the average dancers surrounding you but a steady, piercing gaze is enough to figure out the undeniable sexual tension between the two of you.

"And you say you're not naughty, Mr. Kim."

He knows you can read him like an open book. "Only for you, god… you know the things you do to me. You alone. But fuck, is this a one-piece?"

"Yeah, you like it?"

"'Course I do, how could I not? But how am I supposed to take it off? I like you better naked, after all."

"Who says you'll be the one taking it off?" Your aloof tone makes him whine and you chuckle. "Luckily, I know a very efficient way to undress."

"Gonna give me a hint?"

Mingyu knows you've started to pay zero attention to any flirtatious gazes when you're in his arms. Which is why he refuses to let go. But of course, you have other plans. You pry one of his hands away from your waist, interlocking your fingers together. Once his grip loosens enough, you step away from his warmth and firm body. Keeping your hand in his, you turn to face him and tilt your head.

"Your answer?"

Brown eyes sparkle mischievously as he weighs his options on how to answer the initial question asked. Your patience will grow thin if you have to wait any longer so he makes up his mind with a toothy grin. 

"Bet you have nothing covering that pretty pussy of yours."

Mingyu lets himself be willingly yanked forward by the hand you're still holding. His lips collide with yours and he's quick to brush his tongue across your lips, asking for entry. You hum in contemplation once you feel his hands wander down to squeeze at your ass and press your pubic bone roughly against his bulge. Your mouth opens slightly, enough so your tongue can poke out and tangle with his. It's a battle he's suddenly determined not to lose as he fights and wrestles against your dominance in his overeagerness.

You press a hand against his pectoral to try and steady him so he doesn't knock you over and feel his heart beating at a rapid pace. Pulling away, you shake your head at the way he chases after your lips. 

"You're awfully bold for someone who knows their answer is wrong."

"I love kissing you," Mingyu admits more to himself than you yet you catch it anyway. It had taken months for even a peck on the cheek to be allowed. Of course, he'd be delighted with whatever few opportunities he's granted to lavish you in and with a kiss or more.

"Savor it now, baby boy 'cause you won't get another chance tonight."

He's elated, smiling at you and puffing out his chest. Eyes darkening with a carnal desire at the strawberry and cream flavor he can taste with a swipe of his tongue over his own lips. Grateful that you said "for tonight", not forever. A thumb daringly smears the complementary lip tint even further from where it's smudged and escapes the desirable shape of your mouth.

"Oh, I look forward to whatever you have planned."

—

Mingyu lowkey regrets those words an hour later when his cock is still achingly hard — oozing precum that's dripping down the entire angry red length and coating his abs. He wishes he could let his mind wander to ward off the orgasm that's been denied its release but that's impossible with you in his vicinity.

Naked. On top of him. Fuck.

You'd shown him how effortlessly you could take off a difficult clothing set. To know one's surprise, you were the one who taught him how to effectively unclasp a bra with one flick. Obviously, anyone would easily shed their clothes to have a chance with Kim Mingyu, so you figured it wasn't that big of a deal.

But guiding a man on how best to pleasure their partner was no small feat. Although the man only cared to focus on what pleased you.

Of course, it was torturing him. Duh.

Even now, the thought of you simply undressing has his jaw tensing. No one should look that good getting naked. But it's you. Doing it for him. 

"Shit!" he rasps out through clenched teeth.

"Aw, what's wrong, Gyu? Wanna cum already?"

"N-no."

"That's right, I didn't give you permission yet. Good boy."

He's panting, trying to keep his senses together but they're so dizzyingly saturated with everything that's you. 

The flashbacks.

When you'd loosened the laces and let your tits bounce out from their binds, putting on a little show for him per his request. Squeezing them together and releasing before bending over to show off the round curve of your ass and the pretty little thong you had on. Lace, chains, and beads in all the right places he'd felt earlier, you knew you could wear fancier lingerie without him ripping it because Mingyu wasn't allowed to touch.

The present.

His hands are gripping the sheets so tightly they might rip but both of you could care less about a hotel's bedding. Veins lining his arms pop out in irritation as he struggles to rein in how much he wants to touch you, knowing you let him get his fill out on the dancefloor and you'll more than likely let him cum faster if he's well-behaved.

The visuals.

You're gliding back and forth on top of his dick, not sheathing it fully inside you. Alternating between jerking him off with your hand instead while you sit on his thighs so he can feel your slick arousal all over them. He's doing so good for you and you're pleased. You'd already cummed once, making sure to slip just the tip in so he loses his mind over how tight you clench around him for kicks and giggles.

He was not beneath begging for you, knowing you thrived off of it. It would be a lie to say it didn't stroke your ego to have such a big, broad, beautiful man fall apart and break into pieces for you. He might've even cried, definitely feeling his eyes water in desperation now. You love it.

So much that you dismount, turning your back as you reach for your phone on the nightstand. Mingyu moans without shame but this one's out of despair. He'd rather be denied any release from the immense pleasure you've subjugated him to than ignored.

"Hush, baby boy, I just want to capture how pretty you look for me. That's okay, right?" 

"Will you let me cum? I wanna cum so bad. Pretty please?" Hips jutting up at the chill in the air making his dick uber sensitive as it flops pathetically against his stomach. "Please, please, please!" 

His "pleases" trail off into a mumbled mess of plaintive begs, big brown eyes pleading. You purse your lips in sympathy when he sniffles, shifting so you can run your hand through his bangs and then cup his flushed cheek.

"Shh, I'll let you cum baby, I will. But you know I need you to answer me." Taking pictures was already established between the two of you — both having your fair share of candid polaroids and videos stored away. But it was still a vulnerable decision and you wanted his clear consent. "Want to hear it from this mouth of yours."

Your thumb traces Mingyu's plump upper lip the same way he did to you earlier. Although you don't hesitate to slip it inside. He readily sucks on your finger and closes his eyes, using it as an anchor to stabilize his breathing and try to clear the haze clouding his senses.

"Y-yeah… Go ahead."

"Good boy, see that wasn't so hard." You snap a few pictures, eating up how good his dewy skin looks under the lighting. You're kind enough to not leave him wanting for too long, finally returning to wrapping your hand around his leaking cock. "Unlike this bad boy."

"'M sorry."

"Don't apologize, you're a vision to behold, Mingyu," you scold seriously. "And never forget that."

"Oh… kay."

"You deserve to cum don't you, baby? Sorry for making you wait so long." You both know you're full of shit. You're not sorry. "Well-behaved boys deserve their rewards, I'll even film a good shot of when you cum — you decide where so you can save it for when you're lonely."

"Th-thank you," Mingyu wheezes out when you begin easing his cock between your pussy lips. Achingly you start to sink down, light spasms causing your hole to ripple delightfully around the full stretch of his girth.

"As long you don't cum until I say so or you'll end up licking it off the bed."

He's so tense you're starting to fear he could tear the mattress. Consolingly, you bring his large hands up to your breasts, encouraging him to squeeze and tug at them as he pleases. Like his favorite set of stress balls, he focuses on kneading them in a way that has you arching your back and causing you to fully sheathe him inside faster.

Sometimes Mingyu can win in the smallest of ways.

You let out paired sighs of relief when the bottom of your ass meets his thighs. "Where do you wanna cum, baby?"

"Inside, god please, inside!"

He babbles helplessly at the sensual way you swivel your hips but you know he can't hold on much longer and want to ensure your puppy man gets his much-needed relief. "Your wish is my command."

The guttural noise he lets out is followed by an incoherent gibberish of him thanking you as he starts to paint your inner walls white with his release. It's a long one that lasts spurt after spurt with an enormous amount of tension unloading from his entire body. You ride him through it, the pleasant way he's twitching inside you setting off your own climax and milking all that he's worth.

You're quicker to recover, obviously. Tilting your phone camera at the perfect angle, you press the red recording button and slowly move your hips up. He grumbles at the loss of your warmth but you coo at him, fingers tapping soothingly where you've braced your hand against his abs for some support.

"Look how good you filled me up, Gyu." You're speaking more to the future Mingyu that will definitely be watching this but the Mingyu now is still listening. "Such a good boy."

He whines at the view he can see, the way globs of his release ooze out of your cunt at every clench you make for show. It's dirty and sinful which is your strongest suit. You save the video and send it to him once you're satisfied, noticing the way his eyelids are starting to droop.

Shaky legs carry you to the bathroom. You return with a washcloth, making sure to be very gentle wiping him down. He shifts onto his side when you've finished and extends his arm over the spot beside him, a silent invitation for you to crawl under the covers you pulled up over his broad shoulders.

And of course, you do. Well aware of how much he likes to cuddle and cling. Mingyu's a needy man all over and a large part of you feels guilty at being unable to give him what he deserves the most.

But he keeps this game going, continually showing up at every bar or club you inform your brother you're stopping by. You're not sure if you hate it or like it. You've left many openings for him to slip away and yet the man doesn't — only insisting on getting even closer. 

Not even the cold, empty side of where you laid next to him as he fell asleep is enough to discourage him. You see, you're not wrong but Mingyu's not simply needy. He's stubborn too. 

A dreamy grin graces his face at the sight of your trademark pink post-it note left on the nightstand for him. It never says much of any substance but it's not like he bothers reading it. He presses a kiss against the lip stain you always leave on it, breathing in the tantalizing strawberry and cream scent he knows so well that emanates from it. Then he slips it alongside the many others in his wallet. Right next to his favorite nude picture of you and the expired, unused condom from the first night he tumbled into bed with you.

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Dizzy | Fyolai

(A/N: sorry if this isn't very good. I have been strugling with writig motavation but felt abd that it's been so long since I've last written and posted anything BSD related. As I have mentioned before I'm new to BSD so I'm that familar with Decay of Angels but Fyolai are just so cute that I wanted to write something for them. Sorry if they're out of character or is the setting is weird. Also I may change the title if I think of a better one, I also may edit/improve this but for now here you go.)

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Nikolai P.O.V

I skip down the hallway towards the main room to find Fyodor. We don’t have any work that needs our immediate attention today (I say this because Fyodor says there’s always work to be done) but I haven’t seen Fyodor since I woke up and went to go bird watching and  bother the Armed detective agency. 

He’s probably working, I really wish he would rest some.

-

Not much to my surprise Fyodor is sitting at one of the tables on his laptop. Just seeing him puts a smile on my face and I hurry over to him.

He doesn’t look up. I frown. A few seconds later, still nothing.

I wave my hand in his face, He blinks slowly.

“Dance with me, Fedya!” I say twirling again.

He gives the faintest of smiles, and shakes his head gently, “Kolya, I really shouldn’t be standing right now.”

I pout. “Oh, Fedya, ever the workaholic! You can take a break for a few minutes. Your work won’t grow legs and run away.”  His expression changes, I can see he wants to indulge me, so why doesn’t he? 

His frown deepens. “No-” I cut him off before he can protest about not falling behind.

“Wheee!!!” I giggle as we spin together.

Suddenly Fyodor feels heavier. He groans, “Niko . . . . .” My name is on his lips but the sound disappears and he crumples in my arms. My heart stops, what’s happened to him?!

Before I can start screaming he blinks his eyes open and relief restarts my heart, lifting the heavy feeling from my stomach. Of course, he fainted. This happens fairly frequently. I should be calm, and yet he looks so fragile and sickly. I take a deep breath, a scream still rising in my throat.

“Fyodor!” Frantic, I place my hand over my lover’s forehead. He’s warm. “You’re burning up!”

“Do calm down Kolya. I am fine.” He says it casually as if he hadn’t just collapsed in my arms.

“You fainted!” I urge him to see the severity of the situation.

“Yes, I did.” he confirms, still sounding like this is hardly an unusual occurrence. 

“You have a temperature.” I plead still hoping to impart upon him the seriousness of this situation.

“Yes, I am aware. And worry not, I am not contagious either.” He sounds like he’s reassuring me. It’s frustrating how he doesn't see the danger of him just fainting out of nowhere.

I don’t understand. If he’s not ill then why does he have a fever? “Well, then what–”

He shakes his head again, “My body is weak, for reasons unknown even to me, I run low-grade temperatures occasionally. I am not ill but these ‘fevers’  increase my already plentiful dizziness, and affect my spatial awareness. They also tend to leave me fatigued.” He explains his condition gently, leaning into me for support. I feel immediately guilty. He was suffering and I was too preoccupied to see it.

“Oh, Fedya, I’m sorry.”

He smiles, it isn’t a big smile but it’s for real this time. “It’s alright, you did not know. Now if you could please help me sit down again.”

I’m smiling again. “I’ll do better for my Fedya.” I say picking up the ravenette, “Let’s go home. You can sleep, I'll be right there.”

He nods and closes his eyes snuggling closer to me, I tighten my hold on him and begin walking back to our room. Fyodor is already asleep.

(A/N: Today I'm starting the soukoku glasses AU I've been procrastinating on for sooo long so pls wish me luck!)

[justiisms]

“Ah, there she is! How is our wonderful lady's special day? Having a fun time so far?“ *bobbery smiles as he pulls her into a hug and lifts her up so he can spin her around~!*

“Just say the word and I’ll make you whatever lunch and dinner your heart desires! Doesn’t matter how simple or complex it may be, I’m going to spoil you with the best meals ever! Oh, and don’t worry about a certain excitable hero coming in and adding some... unique ingredients, I’m going to be keeping a close eye on him while he preps the food with me!“

“Then again, I think even he would do his best to make something as close to a recipe as possible considering how important today is. Tomorrow is a different story though, haha~!“

"Here I am~! It's so great!! I'm having a lot of fun!! Celebrating with you guys throughout the day only continues to make it better!" She lets out a happy squeak when he lifts her up in a bear hug, and laughs when he begins spinning her around, making sure to hold on tight~! "Wheee~! Hehehaha!" Then, she'll give him a biiig squeeze in the hug!! Then as she listens to him go on, her eyes light up at the thought of him making lots of delicious meals for her!! "Ohh~! Chef Bobbery willing to make anything for me?! Ahh you spoil me, so~! Thank you!!! Goodness, so many different options to choose from... I always love your pasta dishes!! Especially your seafood ones... can we have that for dinner, pleeaase!! And then for luuunch... oh oh!! That one time you made those chicken salad sandwiches? They were so, so good. If I'm not asking for too much, would it be okay to have those for lunch? Yours are my favorite kinds and I would love to enjoy some today with you guys~! Oh-! Hehehe, now, now, be niiice!"

She giggles, playfully poking his cheek! "Yeah!! So I'm sure it'll go just fine if you're there with him, hehe! I know you two will prepare some amazing dishes!! Yes....that's why I'll be looking forward to it. With you both working hard and cooking together, I know it'll be phenomenal... oh! He'd soo pout if he heard that!!" She laughs at that last sentence, now glowing more than ever~! "Hahaha...! Really...thank you.... you're the best, Bobbery, I love you!! You're always so good to me and spoil me, I can't thank you enough~! You made today even better than ever!! And then later, we'll enjoy some delicious cake together! I'll definitely give you the biggest and best looking slice as thanks, hahaha!"

[insidereagan]

~brett hand + reagan ridley stim headcanons!~

sfw! altho mentions of stimming, which could cause unwanted/involuntary stimming for some autistic ppl

my chronic pain is rlly bad today so idk I felt like writing this lmaoo

so I hc them both to be autistic but at completely different places on the spectrum. They both stim, but in different ways!

brett:

OH <33 THIS MAN LOVES TO STIM AND DOES IT ANYTIME HE CAN

he used to suck at hiding it, was bullied for it as a kid, and now suppresses them when he can :’(

but now he’s unlearning the harmful things he was taught and is slowly learning to unmask!

HE LOVES VESTIBULAR STIMS AAH

like put him in a room with a spinny chair, and yea, serious and focused brett hand™️ is gone.

HE 100% MAKES LIL NOISES AND GIGGLES WHILE HES SPINNING <33 LIKE “WHEEE!” HE JUST LIKES TO SPIN OKAY

although after about 5 minutes of nonstop spinning, it actually helps him work and even focus better! (the reason why he struggled sm in school was bc he wasn’t allowed to stim) when I’m struggling to come up with ideas (I’m writing the synopsis/bible for a cartoon rn!) spinning helps, and I feel like it would help brett too.

and the smile he makes when he’s finally able to unmask and be,, well,, just be brett is *chefs kiss* 👌🏼

HE ALSO LOVES TO DOODLE IT HELPS HIM FOCUS SM <33

LIKE.. just give brett a piece of paper and a pen, and 5 minutes later, BOOM, you can no longer see what was originally on it, it just has bretts lil doodles. even if it’s for work though, the gang is never pissed at him. they’re just happy he’s finally expressing himself and not surprising his stims

which is why he always he has a piece of paper while he works to doodle on!! so there’s no random drawings of dogs, and cartoon characters on important docs for the shadow board.

he loves fidget toys. I feel like he has a large ass box of them on his desk, and if someone even dares touch them without asking, he’s gonna be mad.

he won’t mind if your a close friend or you ask first tho!

He also 100% has echolalia!! (Repeating quotes)

Some of his favourites are “dall-e!” “To infinity and beyond!” And things like that!!

He also LOVES auditory stims. Music, asmr etc. And then with that, he does lil dances!! Not big ones, just lil sways and things like that.

It’s also canon he’s into smell stims. In the 80s episode with the scented markers!

there’s this shop in the Uk called smiggle which sells kawaii scented markers. They don’t sell them in america, but brett 100% got them on eBay or smth, and keeps them on his desk!

OH <33 AND WHEN HE SQIEEZED THE EARTH STRESS BALL THIS MAN CANONICALLY STIMS

AND HE JUDT LOVES TO BE TOUCHED AND CUDDLED AAH <33

In conclusion, this man loves to stim all the time.

reagan

unlike brett, she still suppresses her stims and is really shy about them. although rand obviously didn’t understand how they actually helped her focus so he never let them stim

she was so damn shy about them as a kid :( she only really was able to stim in her bedroom and even then she was so self conscious

orrin helped her embrace her stims but obviously she can’t remember that. But orrin is autistic too and they’d have lil stim sessions together in between sessions at school. orrin was diagnosed so he had more resources! but sadly his parents didn’t rlly care about him so him and reagan learned about autism together!

speaking of, that’s the reason why reagan is so reluctant about autism. she realised she matched up with all the traits, she told rand, but he shut her down saying that she’s “too smart to be autistic” (which isn’t true btw!!)

but back to stimming, I feel like reagan would really enjoy smelling essential oils. not ones that smell so strong they give yoy a headache, ones that have a nice smell that’s not too faint and not too strong. ones like maybe lavender, ylang ylang and the like.

she also likes fidget toys! but more small/discreet ones, like bicycle chains, slap bands etc

we know she hates hugs, but she melts when people ask her for a hug, and mostly accepts it when she’s asked.

she also has this.. one song she listens to on repeat? idk what it is, but anytime she gets over stimulated, she listens to it.

popping bubble wrap also helps when she’s stressed!! she likes textile stims a lot.

she struggles a lot with hygiene but when she does wash, she feels extremely claustrophobic in showers so she tends to take baths. but if the water is anything under burning, she gets extremly overstimulated.

when brett sees her stimming, she’s so scared, but brett reassures her it’s okay and that he stims too!!

that’s kind of what started her unmasking journey.

she’s still struggling a lot, and rarely stims but she’s doing so well! and brett and the others are so proud of her

I hope you guys enjoyed!! This was a shit ton of self inserting lol

[britishchick09]

my little pony: a new generation livewatch

what’s even better than livewatches being back after 2 months? mlp g5 being here!!! i haven’t watched g4 since the midway point of season 6, but i’ve kept up with all the pony news on equestria daily. at first i wasn’t too excited about g5, but since more clips and info have come out, i’m pumped to get the party started! :D

the orchestra is beautiful! very disney :D

IZZY BALL!!!! :D

HOLY FRICK TWI??????? :O

YAAAAAS!!!!! :D

i bet this is the show sunny watched as a foal! :D

twilight: “we’re the guardians of friendship! with the power of our friendship we will...” pinkie: “spread love!” flutters: “give hugs :)” rarity: “FRY BRAINS!” this is so sailor mo- WAIT WHAT DID RARES SAY????

did this just turn into a pony.mov video? or propaganda?

aww they’re playing!! :D

i didn’t expect sprout to be here!

OMG HITCH DEFEND SUNNY GEEZ

sprout wants to play pegasus bbq WUT

sprout kicked the rainbow dash doll RUDE

phyllis: ”you’re brainwashing their minds!” argyle: “it’s called research, phillys. and by the way, i leave all the brainwashing to you!” OHHHH NOT YET DEAD DAD JUST ROASTED HER!!!! :D

sprout wants to ‘keep everypony in line’ when he’s sheriff BOI

aww sunny wants her dad to see the unicorns and pegasi with her! :’)

OMG THIS IS SO CUTE!!!!!! :D

not even 5 minutes in and there’s feels!

twilight is ‘as bright as the sun’! :D

besties! :D

SUNNY SAID ‘PEGASUSES’ AWWWW!!!!!! :D

beautiful! :D

argyle: “one day, we’ll figure it out... together :)” OMG FEELS :’(

OMG THEY SAID ‘HOOF TO HEART’!!!! :’(

argyle: “good night, my little pony :)” roll credits! :D

sunny to her mane 6 toys: “good night, friends.” OMG!!!! :’)

things have changed around here! :o

sunny’s hair is like anna’s bed head! :D

:(

argyle’s death is sadder than most disney parent deaths and it’s just implied! :(

awww sunny said ‘wish me luck!’ to her dad’s photo! :)

ooh she’s a skater! :D

and this song is pretty cool! :D

sprout’s still alive :/

GEEZ HE JUST STOLE SOMEPONY’S DRINK!!! >:(

izzy? :o

;)

yay! :D

OMG THAT LONG NOTE THO!!!! :o

hey it’s hitch! :D

he’s sheriff! :D

aww he’s a critter magnet! :D

hitch: “give me some space.” the critters: *move half an inch* lol! :D

aww sunny and him have a hoofshake! :D

oh sprout’s a deputy :/

sunny tries to sneak into a show every year! :o

;)

canterlogic guy: “got any questions?” random pony: “where are the smoothies?” guy: “can’t answer that one.” lol! :D

it’s the show with propaganda devices! :o

rip balloon guy :/

hitch: “yikes, that’ll be a lot of paperwork.” omg lol!

THIS ISN’T YOUR DAY SUNNY

sunny: “let’s lend a hoof-“ *machine locks her in* “...that’s not what i meant.” lol :D

sunny trying to speak her mind while being trapped in a device tho!

DID SUNNY JUST SAY ‘EAT MY AAAAAAASS?’ :O

phyllis: “how do you think we should solve this? with hugs and cupcakes?” crowd: *laughs* pinkie pie’s about to go into a rage with that one...

omg sunny broke too many laws to count! :o

yeah sunny’s right hitch could be a good pony influence! :D

hitch: “all that unity stuff was just a foal’s bedtime story made up by your dad.” and a best selling tv show for foals in our world! :)

aww poor sunny! :’(

sunny: “...i wish you were here dad.” SAME :(

omg running ponies! :o

IZZYY!!!!! :D

izzy: “is everypony playing hide and seek? i see you!” aww! :D

hitch: “your kid is safe now ma’am!” pony: “...this isn’t my kid!” lol! :D

izzy’s never seen the sea! :D

sunny: “earth ponies hate unicorns!” izzy: “really? that seems a bit harsh!” yeah it does!

aww izzy’s skipping! :D

oh no she was captured in a box! :o

SHE PRESSED THE RED BUTTON! :o

izzy: “bye! it was nice to meet you all!” aww :D

hitch: “to the lighthouse!” sprout: *locks himself in the box* “oh no, i appear to be trapped!” hitch: “you’ve got to be kidding me.” lol :D

a smol bean! :D

aww sunny’s fangirling! :D

:)

she has so many questions! :D

izzy’s a great balancer! :D

hitch: “you’re completely surrounded!” *he and sprout are the only ponies there* lol! :D

izzy: *sniff sniff sniiiiiiff* sunny: “what are you doing..?” izzy: “you don’t smell!” sunny: “thanks! ...wait what?” lol! :D

izzy’s so cute!!! :D

ooh izzy and sunny have a song! :D

besties! :D

this sounds so 80s! :D

pretty scenery! :D (and balloon guy in the background!)

aww!!! :D

don’t arrest sunny, hitch!

sprout has pizza! :o

unimpressed :/

THAT SMIRK THO

hitch wants sprout to ‘keep the peace’ while he’s gone... hans much?

HITCH HAS ABS AND A PAID OFF MORTGAGE???

phyllis called sprout ‘sugarcube’! :o

sprout a literally foal child :/

omg sunny and izzy are in trouble! :o

and they’re in az! :o

zipp fab af! :D

wait how is she flying without magic?

she sounds kind of like rainbow dash! :o

zipp: “don’t tell them you saw me.” izzy: “there’s no way we couuuld we don’t even know your naaaame!” lol! :D

cuties! :D

so many moods! :D

the guard collects sneakers?

:D :D

check out the sony, cbs and t-mobile parodies! :D

ooh a royal celebration! :o

news host: “an excursive vid from pipp!” a news anchor saying ‘VID’???

look at those emojis! :o

aww izzy saying pipp’s slogan! :D

the queen’s...

a fluff ball???

there’s FAB, FAB AF and... fab phone addict!

cutie pipp! :D

aww cutie izzy! :D

zipp’s like ‘no no!’ and izzy just wipes her smile away lol :D

queen haven sounds like rarity!

queen haven: “nopony must know they’re here!” pipp: *INSTANTLY LIVESTREAMS IT* BOI

the guard took sunny’s book! :o

sprout calls his mom ‘mommy’... :/

sprout: *flings open the door* citizens! *door close* “AHHH!!!” lol! :D

somepony: “we want a real sheriff!” same!

ew sprout has a song :/

WITH HEAVY METAL YO

and NAZI IMAGERY WTF

BE PREPAAAAARED!!!!!!

PIPP PERFUME AD???

wowza! :o

and it’s playing on a big tv in the jail room! 101 much??

more like room 202 wowza! :o

zipp is here! :D

sunny: “i’m sunny!” izzy: “and i’m izzy moooonbooow!” lol! :D

the unicorns losing their magic ‘changes things’! :o

zipp has the journal! :D

their smiles though! :D

aww it was sunny’s dad’s journal! :/

zipp recognizes the star! :o

here comes pipp!

pipp’s here ‘for the content’ BOI

only royals can fly? zipp doesn’t seem so sure about that...

yay zipp unlocked them! :D

eyyy! ;D

aww hitch is beloved! :D

hitch is such a detective! :D

cutie bunnies!!!!! :D

BELOVED!!!! :D

hitch LOOK BEHIND YOU AT THE AWESOME MUGS!!!!

hitch: *smirk* “gotcha ;)”

zipp: “watch your step!” sunny and izzy: *fall* lol! :D

zipp found maritime bay and bridlewood maps! :o

wonderbolts! :o

zipp’s been faking flying? :o

WIRES AND LIGHTING???

wheee!!!! :D

she’s so happy! :)

omg twilight! :o

sunny: “oh my stars!” oms! :o

there are crystals!

beautiful lighting! :D

izzy: “we’ve gotten, like, a bazillion crystals in bridlewood!” wowza! :o

queen haven sings her own version of the mlp theme in the shower! :o

zipp is a spy at a pasta store! :o

press: “princess zipp! are you wearing-“ she’s not wearing anything tho...

press 2: “where’s the bathroom?” lol! :D

ooh a crown swap! :o

zipp: “swapping the crown will be easy breezie!” breezies! :o

zipp is gonna be queen since she’s older!

lies = safety in modern equestria... :/

pipp sounds like a modern pop star!

oh no the doggie suspects something! :o

OMG HITCH! :o

pipp’s song sounds like a blackpink song now! :o

aww hitch is wiggling! :D

oh no the power flickered out! :o

i think pipp was lip syncing since her voice cut out a bit!

lol hitch is singing! :D

oh no the wires have been exposed! :o

save her zipp! zipp: *doesn’t save her sis* ...oh :/

izzy: ‘her mom is the queen!” hitch to zipp: “you’re a princess?” zipp: “oh so the sheriff just became a detective.” lol :D (and how does she know he’s a sheriff?)

QUEEN HAVEN’T BEEN ARRESTED FOR BEING A PHONY PONY BALONEY!!! :o

and they lost the crown? NOOO-

oh thanks pissed off pipp! :D

oh no the princesses are gonna be arrested! :o

pipp’s voice crack is so cute! :D

the mane 5 is here!!! :D

hitch: “but i’m a sheriiiiff!” but you’re a mr. whiny pants!

construction isn’t going well in maritime bay...

OMG SPROUT SOUNDS LIKE DARTH VADER WHYYY

oh he’s just sipping a soda :/

phyllis: “oh dear. somepony’s getting a big head.” yeah you think?

zipp and pipp aren’t going through a good time right now but at least the scenery is beautiful! :D

hitch lost his badge! :o

izzy: “if you ask me, that badge was creating an unhealthy power dynamic! *sings guitar music*” lol :D

omg! :o

sunny: “once we find the crystal, you’ll get your magic back, you’ll have your fans and you’ll put me in custody!” lol :D

izzy knocked down a tree and saved the day! :D

it’s him! :D

zipp: “need some backup, sherrif?” hitch: “i’ve got it!” *barely makes a spark with some twigs* lol :D

cuties! :D

zipp called hitch ‘dude’! :D

aww izzy doesn’t want to leave her friends :(

OMG IZZY FOUND SUNNY’S MESSAGE!!!! :D

aww ‘hoof to heart’ :’)

hitch wants to do his part! :D

hitch: “the unicorn forest sounds pretty magical!” the forest: “is dark and scary* lol!

izzy’s house is stunning! :D

aww she calls it ‘la villa izzy’! :D

what a cool house! :D

the music machine plays the mlp theme!! :D

woah! :o

pipp: “i so wish i had livestreamed that!” sigh... :/

izzy’s song!!! :D

cutie!! :D

this song is so catchy! :D

smiley gals!!!! :D

lol! :D

hitch tho! :D

izzy rap!! :D

epic! B)

‘if we fail we’ll go to prison’ is really a line in the song lol! :D

the scenery! :D

izzy: “crystals! crystals! cryyystals!” lol! :D

people are depressed af around here! :o

british foal: “yoooou said a bad word! bing bong bing bong!” lol how random! :D

why is mayo a bad word tho?

they’re doing to a crystal dealer!

rubik’s cube! :o (it was also on the sheriff’s desk in maritime bay!)

and that pony is named alphabittle!

alphabittle: “deep talk for a little pony.” sunny: “you’ll find i’m average height,” lol! :D

omg he wants a dance off! :o

pipp: “feel the rhythm take you over! you feeling it?” sunny: “i’m feeling it!” DO YOU FEEL IT NOW, MR. KRABS???

epic! :D

yay she won! :D

OMG NO SHE DOESN’T GET THE CRYSTAL???

OMG hitch just said mayo! :o

they escaped tho! :D

QUEEN HAVEN???

and hitch’s badge! :D

queen haven wants them to ‘spin the story’ BOI

oh no queen haven and alphabittle are fighting over the crystals! :o

alphabittle threatens to use his powers but he doesn’t have magic?

sunny: “stop! you don’t have magic!” random pony: “bing bong!” lol! :D

omg...

aww cuties! :D

aaaaand......

it doesn’t work :/

maybe because there needs to be an earth pony crystal or a twilight star?

aww poor sunny :(

she’s about to cry!!! :’(

:’(

hitch: “i guess this is goodbye... friends.” zipp: “better hurry... sheriff.” :’‘(

sunny didn’t fix the crooked photo of her dad!!! :(

no she put her mane 6 figures away!!! :(

circle??? :o

the lights!!!! :D

CIRCLE??? :O

!!!!!!!!!

maritime bay hasn’t been treated too kindly i see! :o

oh no evil fireworks! :o

everyone has the unicorn mind hats on! :o

sprout is being treated like royalty now GREEEEAAAAT

and there’s more nazi imagery with that big mural of him!

sprout: “citizens of-“ *mural of him falls* lol! :D

the citizens didn’t want to fight in the first place! :D

OMG HE HAS AN EVIL LAUGH NOOOO

OMG ROBOT???

even phyllis thinks this is overdone! same mommy!

yay they’re reunited! :D

queen haven: “we need to get home!” alphabittle: “before we’re all jinxed!” queen haven: “excuse me, do you see my mouth still a-talking?” lol! :D

queen haven called sprout a ‘big robot pony’ lol :D

they need to stop it with magic! :D

sprout: “OH NO YOU DON”T” sassy man!

aww zipp has hitch’s back! :D

OMG SPROUT CRACKED THE LIGHTHOUSE??? :o

omg pipp and izzy fell! :o

queen haven saved alphabittle! :D

phyllis: “sprout! let’s put the toy away!” sprout: “mom, i’m in the middle of something!” lol! :D

HE WAS ABOUT TO RUN HIS MOMMY OVER!!!! :o

OMG THE LIGHT HOUSE IS CRUMBLING!!!!

omg! :o

aaaand it didn’t work! :o

magic of friendship it’s your tur-

OMG THE CRYSTALS ARE FALLING!!!! :o

THE LIGHTHOUSE IS FALLIIIIING!!!!!! :o

:(

everyone’s still alive though!

sunny: “it’s not the crystals that need to be brought together...” it’s us?

“it’s us!” knew it!! :D

yay choose friendship and love! :D

aww queen haven fixed the picture!

and so did alphabittle!

and phyllis!!! :D

uh guys what’s that over there...?

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YAAAAS!!!!!! :D

SONIC RAINBOOM!!!! :o

magic is back!!!!!! :D

they can fly!!!! :D

sunny’s flying with the princesses! :D

the unicorns are back! :D

the pegasi’s wings have such a pretty glow! :D

beautiful sunny! ♥

alphabittle says ‘hi there buddy’ to a little foal! :D

sprout: “mommy, was i a good sheriff?” phyllis: “oh look a flying dog!” lol! :D

hitch: “you did it sunny.” sunny: “no... we did it... together!” yas!!! :D

the gang’s all here!!! :D

izzy: “now we never have to be apart!” yay!!! :D

aww they all did ‘hooves to hearts’! :D ♥♥♥♥♥

balloon guy is back! :D

balloon guy: “hey guys! what did i miss?” *turns around and sees the mane 5* *SCREAAAAM!!!!!* lol! :D

and that’s the end! :D

besides the end credits scene...

;)

so that was the mlp g5 movie! i loved it a lot more than i thought i would and it wasn’t kiddie like g3. it was a lot like g4! the connection between that and g5 is awesome! the characters were fun and the story was really interesting despite it being a typical hero’s journey. it reminded me so much of disney! i can’t wait to see what adventure sunny and her friends have in store! :D

[ussjellyfish]

fic: work-life balance pt 4 | AoS| Philinda | mature (wheee!)

Note: Thank you so much for your support, likes, comments, kudos, I’m having a fantastic time writing this and it means so much to me that people enjoy it.

Summary: They've been friends for years but only got to be a couple for weeks before he died last time. How do they move forward as partners?

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Interdisciplinary Seminar 209 - Working in Partnerships

Her apartment smells like waffles when she wakes up. Phil's gone to the kitchen to cook, and the other side of the bed is cool. She leaves the bed naked, grabbing her robe from the closet. Phil's standing over a waffle iron that was not in her apartment yesterday, coffee in hand. He smiles at her in his pajamas, hair ruffled, wearing his glasses.   

"Morning."

"You weren't kidding about waffles."

"They're fun."

"They smell good." 

He circles the island, touching her shoulder. "Sleep okay?"

"It's nice, having you here."

"Because I'm warm?"

"And you cook." She turns into his arms, wrapping her hands around his neck. "I'm used to you already."

"I'm not going anywhere."

She kisses him, because then she doesn't have to talk. He always leaves. He doesn't want to, but he dies on her. Now he's back and they're really not in dangerous places but- does he want to stay? Can they really do this? They're good at being friends, partners, but they only ever got to be together for a few weeks in Tahiti. That was without jobs, without family, without anything to worry about except each other. Of course that worked. She couldn't mess it up. 

Phil strokes her cheek. "Hey, so, which of us is anxious?"

"What?"

"There's a knot in my stomach like a ice ball."

"Must be the coffee." 

He holds her hands, walks her to the table. "Sit, have some tea. What is it?"

"This is great."

"It is." Phil takes a moment, staying into her eyes. "And that bothers you."

Melinda wraps her hands around her tea, staring at the empty plates he's already set. "We don't get great."

"We do, we did, Tahiti--"

"Was wonderful until you died."

"I'm not dying now." 

He's not. He's healthy, whole. There's color in his face and he carried her up from the garage. He could barely stand at the end. He's fine. He could stay. They could really be together, get married, go to the movies and grovery shop and spend decades together. 

They could, but they're still them. They're not really good at domestic, staying in one place or relationships. Between them they have more than a handful of failed loves, almost including each other. 

She shouldn't say it, but she does. "But you died. I watched."

He winces, reaching across the table to touch her hand. "I'm sorry."

She shakes her head, starting to take a sip of her tea, then stopping. It's not fair to blame him, but he is him. He made the same choices. "It's not even the dying, I got through that. It's that you chose."

Phil pulls his hand back and that hurt. She can feel the little cracks, like ice.  "I had to."

She should be better than this, but he's wrong. "You didn't."

"Wait a sec." He heads to the kitchen and returns, dropping a hot waffle onto her plate. Phil pushes the butter and syrup towards her, and points at the berries. "Eat while you yell at me."

"I'm not yelling."

"Maybe you should, might feel better." He takes a bite of his own and smiles, all gentle, apologetic. She can feel his remorse well up inside of him, and the affection beneath it. He loves her, and it's bright, almost too much so, like the sun over the clouds and she can't protect herself. 

"You chose to die."

"Daisy needed to save the world."

She stares at her fork, then her hands, and looks up. "I don't care." 

He nearly drops his own fork, eyes widening. "Oh?"

"I would have let the world crumble to save you."

Phil takes a breath, and her frozen knot of anxiety melts with his, twisting her stomach. "I know."

"Do you? Do you really know? I would give up everything for you." She would have let the planet crumple like wet paper if she got to keep him with her. That's terrifying. She's trained her life to save people. To serve, to give of herself until there's nothing left, but some part of her drew the line at him. She can make peace with Katya's death in Bahrain. She can grieve for Andrew and move on, but she can't face a universe without Phil Coulson. 

He toys with his napkin, twisting it in his hands. "You're too good for me."

"No."

"You are."

"Phil--"

He leaves his chair, circles the table and leans on it, right beside her. "You chose me, you always chose me. I don't."

"You don't have to, you shouldn't." She doesn't deserve that. Happiness is too fleeting for her, always has been. These beautiful days are going to leave, he's going to leave. She only has herself and people she looks after. That's all she's allowed. 

"Hey. If we're going to do this, us, I want to do it right. You and me, not for weeks, but for years, decades, I want to see your hair go grey, finally, at ninety." 

He's still too nerdy for her, except it's perfect, because if he was serious, she wouldn't be able to smile now. 

He doesn't know what he's asking. She can't look at him, because her eyes will give everything away. If she hasn't already radiated her worries through him. "It might not be that simple."

Slipping down, he kneels in front of her, hands on her lap. "Let's try it. You and me, for as long as we have."

"This feels like a proposal."

"Maybe. A little." He blushes a little so it wasn't what he meant but there's hope in his chest. That sings out through her so loudly that he might as well say it. 

"Do you want to?"

He kisses her hand and stands up, kissing her forehead as well before returning to his chair. "Kind of. Should do it better."

"Give me a few days?"

"That's not no."

He would always get a yes, and she smiles, weary and hopeful, almost dizzy with love. "It's not no."

"Okay then." Phil centers himself, and something in him finds a home. His resolve soothes her. There's a confidence- no- a choice. This time, now, when they don't have to save the world, now he can choose them. Her. "Should we talk about something else?"

She points with her fork at her plate, taking another bite. Talking around the waffle in her mouth, she smiles. "These are good."

"Better than take out?"

"I've never tried the Academy's waffles."

"Sneak some home and we'll compare."

"The company's better here."

"Good." He gets up again and returns with another waffle, setting it on a plate between them. 

"How many people are you cooking for?"

"They freeze."

Melinda nods. "You're staying long enough to start filling my freezer?"

"Frozen pizza and ice cubes isn't really enough."

"I think I have some pork buns."

He tears the waffle in half and adds half to her plate. "Eat."

"Phil, they really are good."

"Took me forever to get the recipe right."

"Oh?"

"It's all about egg whites, finding the right balance, but the first few times you try it just says 'fold them in' and that's not helpful."

"It doesn't sound helpful."

"You'd fold them like a shirt, wouldn't you?"

"Or a towel. My laundry skills are fine."

"Your laundry skills have never been in doubt."

"I'm glad you can give me credit somewhere."

"Your linen closet is impeccable."

"Thank you." 

He clears her plate, but lingers, touching her shoulder. She sighs, content, even in the pit of her stomach. He might have something more permanent than just allowing the Academy to think they're married in mind, but he'll wait. He's never quick with things, so a few days could easily be weeks. That's fine. This is all right. If they're going to choose each other, they should do it when most things have been said. 

Tugging him down by his pajama shirt, she kisses him, deep and slow. This they don't have to wait for. She has time this morning and for once she's not wishing desperately for a nap. Phil sets the plate down on the far side of the table, giving his full attention to what she's doing to his mouth. 

"Well, good morning," he teases, catching his breath. 

"It is." Melinda leaves her chair, opening her robe a little over her chest and pulling his hands to her hips. He strokes her skin through the thin fabric, running his hands up towards her waist while he looks at the table. The sensible thing to do is drag him back to the bedroom and tear off his pajamas, but it's a sturdy table. She takes a step back, pressing her thighs against the wood.

"Here?"

"You want to wait?"

He lifts her up, setting her on the table as he opens her robe as if unwrapping something precious. His rush of arousal brings color to his face and settles hot between her thighs. He wants, she needs, she demands, he offers: it all spins in her head. Colors and sensations, chaotic, desiring-- holding onto his shoulders helps keep her head from spinning and the sensation frustrates her. She's been lightheaded hundred of times, usually because she's bleeding, but this time she doesn't have that to blame.

"You okay?"

She hums in response, pulling him closer with her legs behind his back. 

His thumb brushes her cheek and he kisses her again, too gentle. "Suppose it's too easy to figure out what I'm thinking now." 

"I have a few ideas."

His thin pajamas leave very little to the imagination, and they're definitely sharing the same heat, even if her head's struggling to connect to the rest of her. 

"Should we?" he starts to ask, sliding his fingers up her bare thighs. 

"What?"

"Are you- birth control--"

She kisses his neck, making it impossible for him to finish a thought, let alone keep asking if they need to be careful. "You can't get me pregnant right now."

He rubs his thumb over her thigh, staring at little, pausing, and she sighs, tilting her hips closer to his hand. That distracts him. Phil toys with her a few moments longer, not touching but close, so close that the heat of his hand taunts her. He distracts her with kisses, with his tongue on her breasts, but she wants and he's ready and they touch, deepen, melt--

She grabs his back, digging her fingers into his muscles, tugging him close, rocking her hips against his. 

She moans, sighing into her skin.  "I missed--" 

He doesn't let her finish, and she loves that about him. He slips within, full, hot, familiar. Nodding, she arches her back towards him, head spinning with pleasure instead of the other thing. He guides her thighs closer to the edge of the table, parts her legs, shifts the angle and there- fuck-- his hand dances over her clit, teasing, promising and it's quick, but it's been forever and days and being in contact was so necessary that it ran over their skin like static. His rising orgasm heats her neck, pulsing through her while he thrusts. 

She gasps, panting, teetering on the brink of her control. It's too soon, but he's so close she can taste his release and they've been orbiting each other, growing closer like missiles. They needed this.

She crashes and he groans and she tightens, holding him until he thrusts again, the orgasms. Her teeth tingle as her blood rushes hot, filling all of her, even the foggy corners of her brain. He holds her close, letting her slump against him while she catches her breath.

"You're incredible."

Kissing his neck, then his shoulder, she creeps back to his mouth. "We can do better."

"Do we need more practice?"

"Just like cooking, I imagine."

"Imagine is right."

She glares, then drops her robe to the table and slips off, walking naked towards the bedroom. "I can let you imagine by yourself if you'd rather."

"Practical experience might be more fun."

"Then get your clothes off, Phil." 

He meets her in the doorway to her bedroom, catching her waist. He kisses her neck, then down her shoulders, moving her hair out of the way. "I remember wanting to do this in Tahiti."

"You did."

"It wasn't the same." He runs his hands over her hips, teasing. "I couldn't pick up you up and put you on the table."

"That was nice."

Phil kisses her, insistent, hungry, wanting, and she melts into him. He's half-hard again against her stomach, and he'll need time. Her head's a little foggy, but it's so much better than being exhausted that she can't explain. Maybe not up against the wall this time. 

She leads them towards the bed, letting his hands wander her skin while they kiss. He has so much more strength than Tahiti, and there's nothing to fear. No waiting darkness for them. They can take their time, enjoy it. There's no bitter. 

"I'm going to need a few minutes."

"I'm sure you can find some way to entertain yourself." She leads him to the bed, tugging him back. He starts to sit, but she shakes her head. "You can be on top."

Phil's eyes widen. "You're always--"

"You're special." 

"Oh I am?" He's teasing but her heart trembles. He's everything. She loves him, and being in love, letting go is so hard. She doesn't deserve it. She can't-- Believing is so hard for her and so easy for him. 

Phil's hand runs down her stomach, stroking lower, delicate and playful. "I can think of a good way to pass some time." 

"That's why you're special." 

He brushes her breast with his other hand, toying with her nipple. They're a little heavy, even sore. Does he feel that? Did she share it? He softens, turning his focus downward. He guides her onto the bed. "Sit." He parts her legs, kissing her inner thigh while she runs her hand through his hair. 

Phil glances up at her breasts, kissing her chest once before parting her thighs. Has he noticed they're different? He spent so much time with them... she can't worry about that. He's here and they shouldn't waste this time before she has to go to work. She puts the thought away, focusing on Phil and this moment. He adored making her orgasm in Tahiti, leaving her gasping while they waited for him to recover. It wasn't minutes there. He was tired. 

Now he's full of life. 

He kisses his way up, opening her up with his fingers before he finds her clit with his tongue. She moans, panting while he slips his fingers inside. He curls them up, in, sliding deep because she's so wet, wanting. 

"Phil--" She digs her hands into his hair, pulling him closer, trying to get him rougher, more pressure, but he's a tease. He softens his tongue and she could flip him away and finish it herself.

Or wait. Tremble. Beg. 

"Please." 

He sucks, brushing her clit against his chin, his lips and sparks rush behind her eyes. Pleasure builds, threatening, taunting- can she share it with him? Can she hold it back? Control slips from her, falling away and he knows, so he slows his hand, he licks instead of sucking and without the pressure it's like she's lost the air in the room.

"Dammit, Phil, please."

Harder, tighter, closer- he's such a tease. He loves that. He wants her to beg. She rocks closer and he pushes her back. One hand runs down her chest, squeezing her breasts, running his palm over her stomach. His hand inside curls a little deeper, rougher and her head spirals. He sucks again, hot and sweet and she twists her hands in the sheets, arching her back.

He pauses.

Of course.

"If you stop now I will kill you."

And she could, in several quick ways, slow ways, but he knows better. He likes the brink, the begging, the tension. This time, she can share it with him. Project her desire, desperation, longing, that maddening--

Orgasm hits hard, rushing up from her belly, blooming hot behind her eyes. Melinda might share that too, she's not sure how her abilities work with such things. His eyes are dark when she opens hers, and he strokes her cheek, kissing the sweat from her forehead. He pulls back but she tugs him in. He'll give her a minute, bring her water, hold her--

Or he could take her again, press her into the mattress, fill her. She opens her thighs, wraps her legs around his, pulls him over her. 

"Melinda--" 

"It's all right."

"I can feel you." He kisses her, resting on his elbows. "It's incredible."

"You were incredible."

"I was, wasn't I?" He smirks, lowering his hand to slip his cock inside of her. 

Her body's still trembling from the last, but she can control that, pull him in. Her teeth tingle and he's heavy over her, hot inside. He thrusts, brightening the stars behind her eyes. She arches into him, tilting her hips, letting him take her deep, He moans, panting in her neck. She digs her fingers into his back, holding him close, pulling him in, sharing that wanting- needing- completeness. 

Melinda focuses on her affection, her love, her desire, and lets him feel it. She drops her control and meets his eyes, pouring her soul into him, heart and body. For a second they breathe as one, overlapping before they crash. He orgasms, hot and deep, and she laughs, moaning and content

"That's a hell of a thing," he says, breathless in her arms. "That's what it feels like for you?"

"Just with you."

"Melinda-" 

"You're the only one who've I've been able to share that with." 

"It's intense."

"You okay?" 

He laughs, kissing her forehead. "You'll have to give me more than a minute."

Curling into him, she sighs, closing her eyes. "I have class in an hour, meetings after that."

Phil toys with her hair. "That's a lot."

"This is my slow day." She snuggles in, taking the time she has.

"It's a lot."

"Yes."

"Are you all right?" He asks so sweetly that her chest aches. 

"Tired."

"I've never seen you this tired, and I've seen you during three week deep over assignments where no one slept."

"We were younger." 

"We're not that old."

Phil chuckles. "Speak for yourself."

"Hey, I'm older than you now."

"What?"

"Think about it. You're from more than two years ago. I'm older, so I'm tired." 

He sits up, resting on his elbows. "That's all it is?"

"Mmm-hmm." She kisses his chest, eyes still closed. "I'm all right."

"Let me help."

"You are helping."

"This is all you need?"

She strokes his chest. "This is nice." 

He sighs, and she can picture his face without looking. That face means she needs to open her eyes. She lifts her head, meeting his gaze. 

"How can you help?"

"How many classes are you teaching?"

"Several."

"May--"

"It's fine."

"And meetings, you must have at least three a day." 

"Meetings aren't new, Phil."

"I know, I know." He lifts her face with his hand under her chin. "I'm good at meetings."

"You're not the director of the Academy."

"I could be her right hand."

She laughs, resting her hand on his chest. "Are you offering yourself a job?"

"You've been everything I needed, for years, decades. You were my council, my support. Let me support you."

She sits up, her hair falling heavy over her shoulders. "Phil--"

"You don't have to answer right away, just, think about it. You're carrying a lot. You're exhausted. I can help. I know SHIELD. I know you. I'd be good at it." 

Melinda kisses him, smiling as she shakes her head. "You'd be great at it." 

"Think about it in your meetings."

"When I think about you, I'll think about much more fun things than work." She kisses him one more time, then leaves the bed. 

"Well that's a great use of your meeting." 

She ducks into the bathroom, cleaning herself up. He'll probably distract her more if she takes more time to get ready. He's still in bed when she returns, smiling, flushed, very pleased with himself, as he should be. She starts getting dressed and he watches, patient, fascinated, and still very much enamored with her. That tingles on the back of her neck, warm and wonderful.

Buttoning her blouse, she returns to the bed to kiss him. "Offering to do my work with me is one of the sweetest things you've ever done."

"Thanks for not asking me to shoot you in the head."

She shuts her eyes, smiles, laughs in relief. "You couldn't handle that."

"Not at all." He stands up, chooses her earrings and hands them over. "These ones."

"Thanks." Melinda kisses him again, standing on her tiptoes and pulling him close. This should give him something to think about all day. "See you tonight."

[just-another-wasteland-merc]

1, 10, 28!

[You got it! These worked so well together, I had to mash them into one!]

RJ tows a stumbling Em down the road back to the rooms they had rented for the night at Nordhagen Beach, chuckling as she giggled almost the whole walk back. Her eyes are closed, and trips more than once on her own two feet, only to be saved from hitting her face on the boardwalk by RJ as he hoists her up and glues her to his side. 

“The.. the bar’s clooosed?” she slurs, pouting. “I wanted another round!”

“Definitely closed,” he smirks. “You closed the bar!”

“Wh…” another fit of giggles. “RJ.. my feet. They refu… ref… don’t wanna work.”

He snorts out a bit of laughter, finally picking her up as she trips once again. He’s feeling a buzz himself, but kept it a little tame as she partied, threw up in the bar’s bathroom, then partied some more, only to be kicked out when the sun started peeking its way over the horizon again and the bartender finally had to close up. When RJ’s back was turned, Em had bought a bottle of whiskey from the bartender, intent on partying more when they got to their room. While carrying her to their room, he smirks as he almost can’t remember the last time she really had the opportunity to drink much. Sure, he saw her with a tumbler of whiskey or two, or a glass of wine with a fancy dinner, but nothing like partying hard with people she barely knew, downing shots like they were water. 

“I’m flying!” she yells, giggling more. “Spin! Spinspinspin!”

“Em, you’ll puke.” “No I won’t! Spinspinspin!”

He rolls his eyes a little, but spins the both of them as he kept going, earning him a slurred “wheee!” and a smirk from him, finally making it to their rented room. 

“Em, I gotta set you down..”

“No, wait! I can get it!” 

“The key...is in my pocket, honey.”

“Oh..”

RJ sets Em on her feet, still basically pinning her to him so she wouldn’t fall over as he digs around in his pocket, fishing out the key, unlocking and opening the door swiftly. She darts into the room, tripping on the rug near the couch and lands face first into the cushion. He watches her, quirking a brow in amusement.

“How does someone so tiny have so much energy?” he muses to himself, before picking up his voice so she could hear him. “Em.. you awake?”

“Yyyyyyep!” she chirped, hoisting up her bottle of whiskey. “Stuck the landing!”

“Em, please. It’s 6AM, you’re not having whiskey.”

“Says you. Besides its…” she brings her Pip-Boy into her view. “It’s 5:58.”

“So, basically six.”

“5:58, RJ!” She pushes herself up, bringing her legs over the arm of the couch to a semi-sitting position, leaning heavily on her arm as she uncorks the bottle and takes a swig. She looks up at him as he closes the door behind them, giving a full dopey smile. 

“RJ, sweetheart,” she starts, then hiccups. “Just.. just hear me out.”

He crosses his arms, waiting as he fights a growing smirk. 

“I had a lot of fun tonight!” she grins. “I just wanna keep having fun!”

“I’m sure you do, Em, but I think it’s time we both went to bed.”

He watches her as she mulls things over in her head, then dramatically gasps and smiles. 

“RJ!” she whispers excitedly.

“What!” he copies her, giving a half-smile.

“We sleep in the same bed!”

He outright laughs, nodding. He reaches down, pulling her up, and sighs when the sudden movement causes whiskey to splash onto one of the lapels of his duster. 

“Whoops…” she giggles. 

“Em… you’re precious.” he gently tugs the bottle out of her hand, setting it on the table behind them before he scoops her back up into his arms, carrying her towards the bed. His voice drops to a whisper. “This is why we can’t have nice things.”

“B-but-”

RJ watches her with a raised brow, setting her on the bed, unlacing then pulling off her boots. 

Her brown eyes are huge when she looks at him. 

“I don’t do this all the time, do I?” she mumbles. 

“No, sweetheart. Not all the time. It’s funny when you do, though.”

“It is?”

“Yep. ‘Cause you’re cute as hell when you’re drunk like this.”

Her dopey smile returns as she lunges forward to hug him.

[mittensmorgul]

wheee monday! back to the tnt loop! 1.22 gives us a lot...

Bobby, most of all. And the beginning of our Good Practical Demon Knowledge. Not our Christo’s and our Two Part Exorcisms that make the demon wildly more dangerous before sending it to Hell. We learn that demons can keep otherwise dead or dying meatsuits alive, and exorcising them can kill the human trapped inside. We get all of this demonstrated for us via Meg. And we learn a bit more about where Dean’s ultimate moral lines are drawn:

Dean: Sam, there’s an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there. We’ve go to help her. Bobby (comes up to them): You’re gonna kill her. Dean: What? Bobby: You said she fell from a building. That girl’s body is broken. The only thing keeping her alive is that demon inside. You exorcise it – that girl is going to die. Dean: Listen to me, both of you, we are not gonna leave her like that. Bobby: She is a human being. Dean: And we’re gonna put her out of her misery. Sam, finish it.

(which will become interesting again in 4.02... the things they didn’t know at the time literally coming back to haunt them in new and bigger ways because of something new they’re just learning about... which is exactly what makes the spiral narrative spin. The same thing over and over again isn’t interesting, they need to keep leveling up, being forced to build on their knowledge and understanding and applying it to the next degree of cosmic problem, only to learn some more and compound their understanding, only to level up yet again.)

We also learn what’s “normal” for the supernatural world:

Bobby: Normal year, I hear of, say, three demonic possessions. Maybe four, tops. Dean: Yeah? Bobby: This year I hear of 27 so far. You get what I’m saying? More and more demons are walking among us – a lot more. Sam: Do you know why? Bobby: No, but I know it’s something big. The storm’s coming, and you boys, your Daddy – you are smack in the middle of it.

Heck they so did not want this, nor ask for it.

We still don’t really understand Azazel’s motives in possessing/kidnapping John outside of the fact he now needs to reverse his trap, use what he does have, and hope Sam and Dean are just as unable to resist saving John as he was to save them. In the most immediate terms, he just needed the Colt off the playing field. (heh, was he gonna store it in Ramiel’s armory for safekeeping I wonder, or just flat-out destroy it like Dagon did?)

We get our first “whoops they killed a dog, so they’re now irredeemable” when Meg shows up at Bobby’s and kills his dog. (cue 13 years of “Dean is a dog” imagery)

We also get both Meg and Azazel taunting Sam and Dean over the fact that they killed Mary:

Meg: Jeez. You kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh wait, I forgot, you don’t.

and

John/YED: What? You’re the only one that can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family? (he smiles at Dean) Oh, that’s right. I forgot. I did. Still, two wrongs don’t make a right.

And they’re not wrong... for all we learn about Dean’s personal moral code, we also learn his exception:

Dean: Killing that guy, killing Meg. I didn’t hesitate, I didn’t even flinch. For you or Dad, the things I’m willing to do or kill, it’s just, uh .... it scares me sometimes. John: It shouldn’t. You did good. Dean: You’re not mad? John: For what? Dean: Using a bullet. John: Mad? I’m proud of you. You know, Sam and I, we can get pretty obsessed. But you – you watch out for this family. You always have. Dean: Thanks.

When “John” asks for the Colt a moment later, this is where Dean draws another line. He knows it’s not John. In the standoff, “John” and Dean play a weird game of “calling the puppy to them” when Sam questions what’s going on, why Dean has the Colt pointed at “John.”

Tell me this doesn’t sound EXACTLY like 14.20:

Sam: Dean? What the hell’s going on? John: Your brother’s lost his mind. Dean: He’s not Dad. Sam: What? Dean: I think he’s possessed. I think he’s been possessed since we rescued him. (He starts to get upset.) John: Don’t listen to him, Sammy. Sam: Dean, how do you know? Dean (fighting back tears): He’s .... he’s different.

vs

SAM: Our entire lives. Mom, Dad -- everything. This is all you because you wrote it all, right? Because -- Because what? Because we're your favorite show? Because we're part of your story? CHUCK: Okay, Dean, no offense, but your brother is stupid and crazy. And that kid is still dangerous. So pick up the gun. Pick it up... pull the trigger... and I'll bring her back. Your mom. DEAN: No. (Dean takes a few steps back to stand side by side with Sam)

“Your brother’s lost his mind” about Dean, vs “your brother is stupid and crazy” about Sam. Both times, Dean holding Magical Kill Everything Guns and pointing them at yellow-eyed monsters. Dean facing killing his father in 1.22, and someone he considers a son in 14.20. And he couldn’t do it either time, not to get revenge, not to kill the current concept of “Ultimate Evil and Danger” to the world. And yet another parallel between John and Chuck, even if this was actually Azazel speaking here he was using John’s face to do it. This is the archetype of “toxic fatherhood” in the narrative from the jump.

Dean does get one good comeback in:

John: You know, you fight and you fight for this family, but the truth is they don’t need you. Not like you need them. Sam – he’s clearly John’s favorite. Even when they fight, it’s more concern than he’s ever shown you. Dean: I bet you’re real proud of your kids, too, huh? Oh wait, I forgot. I wasted ‘em.

And then after this bit of mental torture, because this is psychological torture for Dean here, the physical torture kicks in. The wounds look shockingly similar, in retrospect, to the ones the hellhound leaves on Dean in 3.16, claw marks down his chest. And both times, Dean is unwilling to kill the person he loves to stop the larger evil thing.

This is also our very first instance of what we’ve come to refer to as a “crypt scene.” Breaking through demonic possession or other mind control to reach a loved one. For a complete rundown, including a description of this scene in that context, please have the very long and complicated history here (excellent reading, btw. Click through the read more for the entire original post and then the s12+ additions in this reblog):

https://elizabethrobertajones.tumblr.com/post/167800948433/elizabethrobertajones-so-basically-you-cant

Just another thread of the big narrative spiral getting broken in 14.20.

And not related to anything I’ve said above, but because heh I find this amusing  as heck, just as a weird... production wtf. At the scene outside the Sunrise apartments, there’s two men (one man in the crowd of bystanders and one of the firemen he approaches) who it looks like they were scripted to be possessed by demons in this scene. Both men open their mouths and gasp at the supposed moment of possession. But we don’t see any smoke crawling down their throats. I figure it’s because it was the VFX crew who realized it was implausible for random smoke to be floating around outside a supposed scene of a fire in broad daylight, without drawing any sort of attention from anyone in the crowd. So instead of these demons simply “activating” and coming to the surface of the people they’ve already been possessing, we get this weird “invisible possession” gasp. Because of who I am as a person, my brain has decided these two people were already possessed, but the demons inside them were lying dormant until they were called up for service, like a couple of understudies being told they’re finally getting to take the stage. And they’re both inordinately delighted by this, to the point they do the lil “gasp of excited glee:”

ME?! YOU WANT  LIL OL’ ME TO HELP?! *omg okay this is actually happening, we are really doing this, i’m readY I’M READY I’M READY!*

alrighty then, moving on to season two now :’)

[tuwasduwillst]

Shadowbringers (pt 4/end)

This just has spoilers for everything, basically. :U I finished it and don’t feel like splitting stuff up because I have over 1k screenshots to go through...

Katana-bearing Centurion: Besides, there is but one hand that can make me whole again. My enemy... my friend...

He probably just says “friend” there in Japanese, but I don’t have my whole game switched, so I don’t get to know for sure. Good to know you’re still being weird, Zenos.

Don’t you smirk at me like that, mister.

Here’s Urianger being handsome, as usual

I hated fighting this old dude as Thancred.

1) I still can’t believe he can easily take out the WoL like he did

2) Stop making me be sword dudes!!

3) I get why they wanted people to see the dialogue here, but it was so slooooow and I died once near the end and had to do it all over again and ughhh, just go away

Ryne looks cute with her new hair and eyes, at least. :) Thancred is still a bad dad, but at least he’s doing better now... I guess.

Also, Urianger’s reaction to finding out that Thancred was paying attention to some of his talks about pixies was really good, haha.

...I wanna listen to Urianger give a pixie lecture...

Wow

This was something the game threw together when I asked it to pick recommended gear. It’s... some kind of look.

The Exarch/G’raha Tia is a qt. Y’know, I figured it was probably G’raha Tia, but I didn’t remember him being so short... and the lack of cat ears also made me doubt myself, haha.

I’m really glad I did the Crystal Tower stuff, though, because otherwise I’d... well, I’d still think that G’raha Tia/the Exarch is cute and like him a lot, but it wouldn’t have had the same impact.

I took a bunch of screenshots of Mikh’a. :U

& Emet-Selch, ofc

that one old dude: If you would pass me, you must endure all that I have learned on the battlefield... For I am a weapon forged in the fires of war!

~*oooh, I’m so scared of you and your tiny amount of health left*~

My MP doesn’t even have a dent in it, really. This is why I had such a hard time believing this dude could take out the WoL!! Even the first time we fought, I had tons of MP available to me and could’ve made a full recovery from being brought down to 1 HP. (...well, I have Benediction which is kind of cheating, but still.)

At least this was the last time I had to deal with him. He’s probably the worst thing about the expansion, which I guess I can deal with since the rest of it was so good.

Lots of really pretty screenshot opportunities in this expansion. c:

Mt. Gulg is something I thought was common to a bunch of FF games for some reason, but apparently it was in the original Final Fantasy, FFIX, and some random spin-off games. Weird.

How did Mikh’a hear him talking from that far away??

Emet-Selch has such a good design and you can tell that a lot of work was put into him. The expressions he makes, the way he stands and walks--it’s all unique to him and it makes him stand out a lot.

Even after everything that happened in the expansion, I’m really fond of him. They made the right move in having him kind of forge a more personal relationship with you/the WoL, because if he hadn’t been obnoxious in the background throughout most of the expansion it wouldn’t have been anywhere near as interesting/good as it ended up being.

I obviously chose to say that they were all Alphinaud’s assistants. :P

This little scene was so cute... lali-hos for everyone...

Crystal Exarch: Ugh! I would thank you not to shoot me!

I’m sorryyyyyy ; ~; You were there and I wanted to see what would happen!!!

Crystal Exarch: Ah heh... It may interest you to know that Mikh’a is a great hero in the land whence he hails. Some would say the greatest.

This little venture made me feel like I’d suddenly gotten married and adopted a child

(Which I’d be totally fine with, tbh.)

I loved this thing, actually!! I got to heal G’raha Tia, he healed me, we both healed our new tiny dwarf child, it was great.

c:

I’m still using the Mogrod. I’m never going to stop using it. Give me another thing that has a flower and swirly rainbows all over and maybe I’ll switch weapons, but until then? No.

...unless there’s, like... a really, really pretty plant weapon, especially if it matches Mikh’a’s outfit... but I don’t think there is.

I got to put my bubble on them. :D

He’s so cuuuuuute. And Mikh’a clearly agrees with my thoughts on him, considering the expression on his face when he looks at him.

One of the reasons I keep Mikh’a wearing the WHM gear is because I really like the contrast I get--a lot of the major characters wear black, so it looks nice when they stand next to each other. :D

Katana-bearing Centurion: The whereabouts of my one true friend, however--they interest me greatly. I but hope the beasts of this “First” are providing him proper sport.

Zenos is so funny to me. He just pops up like “did someone mention my friend” while his dad and Elidibus are having a serious conversation.

Innocence has beautiful hair and if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes I’d never believe that he was Vauthry.

You can kind of see @tarifu in this screenshot! :D

You can definitely see her here--wait... why is half the party wearing dwarf beard outfits...

This is probably weird to say, but I genuinely like when characters I play in games like this suffer/are in pain. Not, like... constantly. I just like it when NPCs get to express concern and you aren’t some kind of unbreakable hero 24/7. >_>

Obviously I was going to say his name, who wouldn’t.

This made me cry!! I thought he was dead. :C

But thankfully Emet-Selch didn’t want him dead, so he did not die.

...why’d he even need a gun? Has he always had a gun?

I wish I could just float off into the sky after ruining everything and being a big jerk

sad kitty

I died when I came here with Jack and Mari because I didn’t realize I was being targeted by the boss until it was too late. :,)

I got to practice using my shield, though!! I’m not used to having one so I’m not super great at remembering it exists and using it; the tether thing is a good visual for “this specific person is going to be damaged soon and a shield would be Good”. ...unless everyone’s bunched up and I can’t tell who has it until it’s too late, I guess.

I know I’m level 80 now, but there’s still a lot I haven’t done and I’m still trying to figure out what the best way to do things is sometimes... I still need to mess with my hotbars and stuff, actually. I think I might switch some things around more than I already have, because some useful things aren’t as easy to use as they could/should be and I’ve been wanting to mess around with stuff for a while. The Trust dungeons should be a really good opportunity to test new configurations! Or the squad dungeons, I guess. :/a

I’m still not Ardbert’s biggest fan, but I don’t dislike him.

Poor Urianger, getting stuck with the role of the only other person to know the Exarch’s plans. :(

& then everyone died going to the bottom of the sea and the game ended

I got to help put dwarf helmets on sineaters :U

I also remembered that I have fancy wings now, wheee

I got a nice new outfit after doing my last Healer role quest! :D I like it a lot~ The whites are brighter than the last outfit, and the bit in back accommodates his tail much better than the corset did.

I might play around with mixing and matching some pieces once I get newer stuff, but for now this is what I’ve got! c:

...and I refuse to wear the hat. 100%. I’m not making Mikh’a look like a weird nun. :|

Amaurot was really good, even if being there mostly just made me sad. >_> The not-people were so cute and nice, though...

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The WoL hanging out on this giant bench is so cute.

I liked getting to talk to Emet-Selch’s friend. c: Well... kind of, anyway. Since it’s not really his friend...

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Emet-Selch: I have broken bread with you, fought with you, grown ill, grown old! Sired children and yes, welcomed death’s sweet embrace.

I still don’t 100% understand how Ascians work, but I guess it’s canon that Emet-Selch fucks :/a

I regret typing that, I think, but it is apparently true

i think your fireplace has something wrong with it

Really though, this dungeon was excellent.

Alisaie decided that she wanted to LB right as one of the bosses was doing one of those “hide behind a rock Or You Will Die” things so she died & I accidentally walked right off the edge near the end of the last boss fight (oops), but other than that things went okay!

D:

ardbert could you please clean your axe somehow before you point it at me like that. tia

This was a really neat moment :U

I’m not calling Emet-Selch Hades ever. Sorry, Emet-Selch.

I was kind of afraid to do this trial and almost waited until someone would be able to do it with me, but it really wasn’t that bad in the end!

...except for when I died five times to the same attack... orz It was that arm-sweeping one, too, so it’s not like it’s not obvious that it’s coming. My problem was that I kept getting Raised in bad places right before it happened, so he basically just kept smacking me down over and over again.

(Which was partially my fault, because I should’ve waited to accept the Raise until I knew it was safe to be alive, but... I don’t like leaving the other healer alone and I don’t want to just be lying there uselessly if I can avoid it.)

Fortunately(?) the party wiped due to something completely unrelated (a failed mechanic I had nothing to do with) and I didn’t die at all the second time around! So at least there was that.

I liked this bit in the dark. c:

I also liked when I got trapped in the bubble and didn’t have to do anything. Thanks, Emet-Selch!

Genuinely though, it was a nice little chance for me to calm the hell down because my anxiety was getting real bad before/during this fight. >_>

Poor dude. :c Obviously he’s responsible for some absolutely terrible things and I’m not going to try to deny that or anything, but he’s lived for so long and he’s had to deal with the loss of basically everyone he ever cared about for that whole time. He recreated that entire city and all of its people, that’s how much he cared.

Still no excuse for basically trying to kill all of the people he didn’t consider “real”! But also still sad, IMO.

This made me go “awww” out loud and start to tear up, haha...

I didn’t want to leave him ; ~;

Estinien said a full sentence here about how these guards were dead, too (in a way that implied he assumed that’s what they’d find), and the localization translated it as “hmph”. Kind of a weird choice there, but okay.

Zenos basically went Full Yandere since he killed his father just because he could potentially get in the way of his thing with the WoL, so... that’s something that’s going to have to be dealt with at some point.

I’m interested in seeing how things go, but I’m also a wee bit concerned that other people might get caught up in whatever this obsession is. I don’t want anyone to get hurt or killed because of Zenos’s yandere tendencies. :(

Elidibus is being Boring on the moon.

But who cares about that! I got to lead a Girl Scout meeting for my level 80 WHM quest.

Oh! Almost forgot about the story I got to tell the girls: “The tale of a man who crossed time and space to save the world... and me.”

I think the second one is about (original) Minfilia, maybe? :/a I wanted to tell them about G’raha Tia, though.

Aaaand that’s all I’ve done! \o/ I unlocked a new dungeon and I know there’s more than one post-80 dungeon, so I’ll probably check those out when I get a chance... but I finished the main stuff.

Which is kinda weird, because now I’m done again, haha... but I’ve got plenty of stuff to do before the next new stuff comes out. Especially since I discovered that Vamo alla Flamenco is the “dancer’s theme”, apparently. Need to dance ASAP >:O

[ask-the-friendly-ink-demon]

Inky Terrors Of The Past Bloopers Part 2

*whistle theme from chapter 1 starts playing up as said title appears* *STATIC* ---- Alpha: AlrIgHt aLRiGht lADiEs YoUR bOTh bEaUTIfUL- Allison: thank you alpha Malice: beautiful?! beautiful?! look at me im a fucking mess thanks to you! Alpha: AiN’t My FaUlT yOu tURnEd OuT tO bE sUCh An sTucK-uP bI- Malice: DON’T YOU DARE FINISH THAT SENTENCE! Alpha: *grins* BiTCh ----- Joey: no matter, go and get boris back by any means necessary even if you have to convince... that other one to help you Alpha: *nods and heads to walk out* Joey: oh by the way if your out and about go to the coffee shop and fetch me an god damn latte! Alpha: FuCk yoU gEt YoUR oWn LAtTe slUT- *entire cast starts laughing* ---- Allison: *spinning around going wheee while holding the camera* Bendy: your having fun it seems *having makeup being put on him cause of damages to his face* Boris: yeah meanwhile we’re out there getting our asses beat- Alpha: HeY iF aNYoNE sLAppIn- Henry: don’t you dare fucking finish that sentence ---- Bendy: um most people been asking how the fuck do we stay nice and cool in the summer in a place like this during shooting well uh as you can see this is actually an old miltary base! which was actually used at one point as a studios not like an cartoon studio but sort of similar the one we used in the prologue was actually more different than this one. and well it fits perfect for a horror like senario cause it’s in the middle of the forest with uh no one to come save you and it’s a grand old time we have here  Alpha: AnD Im HeRe *waves to the camera* bendy: yeah he’s just here  Alpha: YeAh I BaSicAllY LiVe heRe  ---blooper scene of alice’s death-- alice: b-bendy.. Bendy: !!! *catches alice before she falls* a-alice n-no your gonna fine your gonna be fine! Alice: n...no... if i die... tell that bitch to go to hel- me (cameraman): CUT! *the whole cast starts laughing as alpha got up from said hole as he wheezes* ----- bendy: *talking to henry and joey while on break and alice was pretending to squish his cheek while pointing the camera towards him* right so uh... oh  Alice: *giggles* Bendy: uh yeah hi alice: hello- Henry: you have to ask permission for that *off character voice sounds similar to  Chris Hampton* alice: oh i do? shit *points the camera to him now* Henry: yeah but ladies and gents do you know who i am? then sit the fuck down, take a damn seat and calm the hell down before i shove this axe right up your- *CUT* ------ bendy: here’s our um wonderful leader studying his lines Alpha: Oh AlL mY fUCkInG lIneS ArE rIgHt HeRe I BAsICaLlY wRote IT aLl Up Boris: unless your me alpha: YeAh UnLE- WAiT wHAT? Boris: what? bendy: *wheeze* --- alice: hey people wanna know why does your design keep changing? bendy: simple, lack of concept skills, and plus im actually getting another redesign now if i can have that camera *grabs the camera from her* basically rocco here wanted to change some things up in my design so he made basically everything easier kinda for people to draw me and my head more smoother i think and made the horns more smooth too and uh there’s actually gonna be a scene later on in one of the shorts of the story where alpha chases me and henry in like this jaws like senario where we’re in a inky like river and fun fact the water here is already black cause like in this area where im talking about there’s no lights so we had to like use flashlights and spotlights in order to see even fore alpha cause who can see under all that damn ink? Alpha: DiNnER’S rEA- *trips over an chair and falls onto the food* alice: *laughs* ---- me: hey alpha people’s been asking about your voice mind saying why? Alpha: *off character voice while pressing something near his neck* uh sure *takes the camera* so um basically how my voice is like projected we actually use an voice changer to *turns on the changer* MaKe MY wOnDeRfUl vOIcE CoME to LifE *turns it back off* there’s actually um three choices the first is *turns it on* an distorted voice to like *turns on the second dial* A̸̼͕̠̋͒͌̽͌̌ņ̵̯̪̟̻͈̾̈́͑́̕͠ ̵̱͉̣̬͛ͅG̵̨̗̰͕̈́̐a̷̙͛R̴͕̟̜̼͙̫͑̑̑͗̽͂g̷̛̪Ĺ̸̘͚̗͍̖̒̂̀͂̚ͅë̶̢̪͓͇͓̦́D̶̝̟̝̟̭̗̅̽́͐͝ ̵̞͈͙͑͊̆̆̀u̵̢̞͓̐͂̓P̶̡̻̘̀̕ ̵̩̭̖̾D̶͈̞͆͂ë̷̥́̾̓͛̎͌M̶̱̑͝o̷̩̻̓ͅN̷͙̣̳̂͐I̴̫͎̺͘c̴̢̼̜͔̮͛͌ ̷͉̠̦͎̈̀̑̎͛V̷̨̥̰̥̜̾̈o̵͇̼̯̯̓̅̉͝I̸̛͙̫̝̼͒͋ͅC̶̡̹̊͛̀̓̉͝ḙ̸͉̽̇͆͛̋ *turns to the third dial* AnD fINaLlY tO tHis wOndErFuL vOicE yOu AlL hEaR~... was that good did uh... was that a good explaintion? me: yeah it was good job alpha: alright alright thanks *walks off* -----deleted scene from the true ink demon’s wrath--- me: alright anddd action! Unstable!Bendy: *stares at henry* Henry: *shivering as he tries crawling away from him* Unstable!bendy: :( *gives him an hug*  Henry: ?!?!?!... um.... okay? me: *wheezing noises* that’s not *wheeze* how ya do it bendy! *laughing* XD ------mild spoilers for chapter 5 of this story maybe----- joey: oh but henry there is something i’ve been meaning *walks closer* to *points at him as his mustache shakes an bit* give you! Henry: *sweats* joey: ... *gives an squeaky hug* im sorry... Bendy: n a n i? Boris: *wheezing dog noises* *totallynotbasedagainonwilfordmotherlovingwarstache-* ------- me: hey bendy, what are your thoughts for chapter 5 of this and the game? bendy: *looks up from playing nightmare run* well..... *inhales and exhales* it’s gonna be an assblasting BITCHALOAD! *everyone starts laughing* ----- henry: well shit, fuck-  *EVERYONE EXPECT HENRY STARTS LAUGHING* henry: damn it can we uh do that over- fuck it let’s just do it again bendy: it’s okay take your time! X3 ----- norman: why the fuck would you fucking punch me in the face? Alpha: BeCaUsE yOuR a hOE- norman: EXCUSE YOU MOTHERFUCKER BUT I AM A RESPECTED HOE- bendy: *WHEEZING INK NOISES* ------ henry: so um... what now *sits down on a chair while they wait for boris to open up the way to heavenly toys* bendy: hm...... wanna play cards? *pulls up an bag of cards* henry:.... how did you even find that? bendy: .... *flashback* Alpha: *sleeping on his hammock as he snores* bendy: *quickly snatches the whole deck of cards and runs the hell out of dodge* *flashback ended* bendy: ... let’s just say an friend letted me borrow som- alpha’s voice in the background: HEY WHO THE FUCK STOLE MY DAMN CARDS?!!?!

[superanimenatural]

Steve Rogers X Reader

A cute little one shot.

Warnings: Alcohol. Drunken stupidity. 

I sat in the gym watching Steve working out. I wasn't sure why he had to? But he seemed to like doing it. Trying not to stare as Steve was on the pull up bar, I punched the bag in front of me and tried to remove any naughty thoughts of Steve from my mind, but Lord it wasn't working. He was a friend! A good friend. He had told me so many times, friendzoned was an understatement. I couldn't take it any more. Punching the bag once more I walked out to take a shower, change and go out for the night with other friends. At least my friend was a female and she would sit and listen to me talk about Steve all night. Mostly as she bought drink after drink. In the club the music was loud and the drinks were coming thick and fast. My friend sat and sighed as once again as I talked of Steve and about his training. She gave me more and more to drink, maybe to shut me up, but I became more talkative, to the point that I was always ready to go up to Steve and tell him exactly how I felt! "I am going ladies!" I shouted over the music and she nodded. I staggered to my feet and made my way through the crowd of people. It was annoying how many people were between me and the bathroom. To the point I was shoving people out of the way. I made it to the bathroom and it felt as though I had gone deaf once the door closed. In here I could take a breather. My reflection was awful, my cheeks were red and my eyes looked bloodshot. I really should call it a night. I opened the door and winced at the loud music, yep time to go home. I made it out to the main room and again I was trying to push past people to get through back to my table. "(Y,N)" someone close by called my name and I frowned and looked around but then tried to carry on. Then there was a hand on my arm and I turned to see who was pulling me back. Then I looked up and up, Steve was looking down at me and he didn't look happy. Uhhh Ohhh! He looked pissed, but he lowered his hand from me. I preferred when he smiled at me. "Hey," I smiled and tried to stand as still as I could. "Your friend called and told me to come and get you." He shouted at me and I pouted. "I am not ready to go home just yet." I frowned and tried to walk backwards, but I bumped into someone and Steve managed to grab the top of my arm again and started pulling me towards the exit. I knew there was no changing his mind, so it looked like I was going home. The car was waiting and I was placed into the passenger seat and he slammed the door and my head thumped with it. He got in the other side and drove me home, along the way he would give me side glances and shake his head. "What?" I finally asked and he just gave me that disappointed look. "Oh just because you're a good boy and don't get drunk." I slurred. 

 "I should put you over my knee." He snapped out and I started giggling and I could’t stop. "Is that a promise?" I chuckled and he looked shocked as he realised what he had said. "You need to sleep that off." He didn't look at me again and I turned to look out of the window as I was trying to keep my drink down. The car stopped and I went to climb out, or should that be fall out. But Steve was there helping me to my feet. As I nearly lost it the third time he sighed and moved to my side and picked me up, "Wheee," I kicked my legs and his grip had to tighten. There was a few looks and smirks as he carried me through to the apartment. He didn't stop until we were outside my door and he placed me onto my feet. I managed to find my key but trying to put it into the lock was a whole different task. Steve finally took them from me and put it in and unlocked the door. "Well goodnight then." He said and I nodded and gave him a salute. He rolled his eyes and went to walk away but then I almost fell into my room. I heard him mutter something and he came back and picked me up again. "I can walk!" I said stiffly. "Sure you can." He walked into my room and over to the bedroom, placing me down he moved to take my shoes off me. "Hey want to know a secret?" I sat up and grabbed his arm and pulled him further up. He sat on the edge of the bed and sighed "And what would that be?" he asked  

"I love Captain America!  But I am in love with Steve." I put my finger to my lips and shushed him. "Don't say anything." I managed again. I fell back to the pillows and frowned then I sat up, my head started spinning but there was something I needed to know and I grabbed his arm again, "Do you think that's how Lois Lane feels about Superman and Clark Kent? She loves Clark but she’s in love with Superman?" I frowned now trying to think.

  "That isn't real. Only in those comics you read," he said and I looked up to him,  "But what if it was? Superman.....a ...and Clark would be stronger than Captain." I gasped and then laughed. He went to stand and I grabbed him again.  "Who do you think would win in a fight? Our Hulk or Superman?" Thoughts ran through my mind and he just looked at me. "That would be a good fight!" I nodded. "Then I would say our Hulk would win," He stood up and I shook my head "Nope....I don't think so!" I waved my hand for him to come closer, and he did. "A kiss goodnight," I whispered and leaned in, he was so close, but then I scrambled out of bed and ran for the bathroom, where everything came up. I felt his hand on my back, then he pulled my hair out of the way. "Hope you are going to learn from this!" He said as he rubbed my back and I nodded. "I am. Maybe you need glasses when you go out, like Clark." I giggled and then threw up again. When I was finished and ready to fall asleep he picked me up and carried me to bed. I didn't feel anything after that.

When I woke Steve was sitting on my bed, still dressed leaning against the head board,  "Why are you here?" I mumbled  

"Because someone had to make sure you didn't choke in your sleep," he pushed himself off the bed and stood at the end. "I was fine." I groaned and turned away as he moved to the window and pulled open the curtains. Sunlight filled the room and I wanted to pull the covers over my head. "Up! I will see you in the training room," he pulled the covers off me and I shook my head. "Please not today," I pulled the pillow over my head. "One hour (Y/N)" he tapped the back of my leg and I groaned even louder but he wasn't listening. Finally I dragged myself for a shower and stood under the spray. "Oh God," I snapped my eyes open as I remembered what I said last night, "No, please don't say I said that out loud?" I tried to fight past the fog in my head. If I had told him I loved him he wouldn't of stayed. He would of ran a mile, maybe this was why he wanted me in the training room....Punishment. I managed a coffee and a little bit of toast, then I headed down and he was already there, running laps round the room. He stopped when I walked in and came over to me. "Ready?" he asked and I shook my head "No, can I just go back to bed?" I looked to the mats and hoped I could just fall asleep on there, "No. A good workout is what you need to clear your head," he pushed me to running a lap and I wanted to throw up with every step.  "Please stop," I stopped and had to take deep breaths. I was about to see breakfast again. He came to stand in front of me "Combat then," he moved onto the nearest mat and I rolled my eyes and sighed. I was ready to cry. "Is this punishment because I got drunk?" I finally snapped my hands moved to my hips,  "Yes," he stared at me and I nodded "Great lets get this over with," I walked up to him and went for him, with a hip toss I was on the floor. He helped me up and then I was on the floor again.  After another five times I stayed down. He offered me his hand and I slapped it away. He dropped down beside me and just stared at me "Did you mean what you said last night?" he asked and he looked so serious and I nodded "Yep....Superman could so beat Hulk in a fight." I looked straight at him and as he just looked at me with confusion then I burst out laughing.  "You said you were in love with me."  He leaned over me placing his hand beside my hip and the laughter died. "Is this where I get a lecture with you telling me that I only have a crush and I will get over it and I should go out and meet other men?" I didn't want to be here anymore, but since he was now leaning further over me. "No, this is where I tell you I love you to and have for a while..." he looked so nervous now, but I shuffled up so I was sitting. Now I was the one that was confused. "What about all that friend thing?" I tried to make sense of it. "That was more for me. I was trying to convince myself that you were only a friend. That’s what I thought you wanted. I tried to stop myself from being hurt." He moved closer and I smiled. Then he smiled and my heart melted. I loved that smile. We both leaned in and my heart burst as his lips touched mine. It was brief and it was sweet. He moved back slightly and lifted his hand to brush back my hair tucking it behind my ear "Now what?" I asked my hand running up and down his arm, I might never get tired of touching him,  "I’ll court you....," he said and I chuckled  "I mean date you. We could go out for a meal or the pictures? I want it to be special." He leaned in and kissed me again. "Good plan, but for now I am going to bed and I am going to sleep."  As I moved back he looked a little disappointed. "Unless you want to skip all the dates and go straight to bed?" I whispered and now he was a little surprised but it changed to a large smile and he stood up and held his hand out to me and I took it. This time when he carried me to my room I knew it wasn't to watch me sleep. 

@zomtompham

[hypnoticharlequin]

alliter-prompt: Comic clown causes cute crossdressing catastrophe

"Oh what a day to be an elephant," sung Pancake as she went about her work. She had a skip in her step, it was a beautiful day and it was a whole new city to perform in. She pulled the suitcases out of the truck and piled them up. The other clowns would be so happy that she had brought them their clothes!

"Because if I was an elephant my trunk would be forty stories tall," continued Pancake as she carried the five cases towards the changing tent. However, as she walked into the tent she felt something catch her foot and before she knew it, she was falling forwards, the boxes scattering out of her hands and to the floor. Pancake looked aghast as the cases exploded open, throwing clothes everywhere.

She quickly scrambled to her feet, looking at the mess of clothes. "Oh no, no no," blabbered Pancake as she scrambled around trying to work out which clothes went in which case.

"Pancake!" Screamed Candy as she walked into the tent, jumping over the cable that had tripped the other clown seconds before. "Did you get my suitcase?" She said before seeing the mess on the floor. "What did you do?!"

"I'm sorry!" Shouted Pancake, trying to get the clothes together, but totally unsure what was what. As she scrambled about on the floor, trying to work out how to start to clean this mess the other clowns walked in.

"What is all the commotion?" Asked Flutter as he entered. Velvet, Minstrel, and Dumpling all gasped as they saw the mess and ran over to the pile of clothes.

"Our clothes!" Shouted Dumpling. "It is going to take hours to sort our things out now! Be more careful Pancake!" She chastised, looking up at the still upset Pancake.

"I can fix it! I can fix it!" Insisted Pancake as she looked around desperately.

"I'm not sure how you can," added Velvet. "There were so many bits in my case alone!"

"I can! I can!" Insisted Pancake as she looked around. "Everyone line up and I'll sort your clothes into your hands!" She said, nodding her head furiously.

"This is going to take forever," muttered Dumpling as she moved to the other clowns.

"Give her a chance, she might surprise us," added Flutter, his voice taking on almost parental tone.

"Fine," said Dumpling rolling her eyes.

Pancake scrambled through the clothes, trying to find what belonged to who and to untangle the rest of it all. Suddenly an idea hit Pancake, it was slightly silly but things couldn't get much worse for her, could they?

Pancake jumped in front of the line and started wiggling her hands quickly. "Look at my fingers, wheeee, wheeeee," she said, as she waved her hands around, waving them past the eyes of the other clowns. "Round and round and round they go, wheeee," sang Pancake, her voice rising as she wiggled her fingers faster and faster.

"What are you doing?" Asked Candy, her eyes trying to follow the fingers as the zoomed past her face repeatedly.

"This isn't," started Flutter, only to be distracted by a hand dashing past his eyes.

"Just watch the fingers, watch them all, dashing around like a rollercoaster," continued Pancake, doing her best to suppress her nerves as she continued with this silly plan. "Like a rollercoaster, spinning and moving, until they fall down!" Shouted Pancake as she snapped her fingers and waved her hands down, watching as everyone's eyes followed her fingers, before rolling back up into their heads.

Pancake took a breath, looking, waiting for someone to tell her off, but no one did. Had she done it? Had that book actually paid off? "Can you hear me?" Asked Pancake excitedly.

"We hear you," mumbled the other clowns, their voices sounding drowsy and carefree. Pancake jumped up and down, she had done it, she had hypnotized them! Now to fix this problem.

"So I'm going to pass you clothes, any clothes I pass you are yours, you don't mind, you know I'm right, hold your hands out if you agree with me!" Smiled Pancake, watching as each clown extended their hands. Pancake got to work, quickly pulling out clothes, and throwing them into hands at random, desperate to clear up the mess.

Soon, Pancake had cleared up the clothes, just as she was congratulating herself on her work she heard a loud bell ring out. "Crap, dress rehearsal time!" She shouted. "Okay, okay," she said looking towards the mesmerized clowns. "When I snap my fingers you will all wake up and change into your clothes as these are totally your clothes!" She said with a smile before snapping her fingers.

The clowns gently shook themselves awake, smiling as they saw the clothes in their hands.

"Well done Pancake," smiled Minstrel as he admired his pile. "You did a great job."

"Yeah, I owe you an apology," smiled Dumpling as she started to strip off in front of everyone else. Pancake blushed and covered her eyes, realizing she had forgotten to tell them to go to their changing rooms and thus she was now going to have to endure seeing all her tope naked.

However, after a few moments Pancake spread her fingers, it was right in front of her after all and no one seemed to mind her enjoying the view. She watched as the clowns pulled on their clothes only to realize her mistake.

Dumpling was clad in a suit several sizes too large, her derby hat almost covering her eyes due to how big it was. Candy was dressed in a suit as well, but hers hung tight to her breast, making her chest even more obvious than it usually was.

Minstrel looked a picture in his bright pink tutu and oversized ballet slippers, the skirt hardly covering the bright polka-dot panties he wore to cover his circus peanut. His short hair was covered in bows, one of which tried to form a ponytail with the short strands on the back of his head.

Flutter was in a bright pink skirt the made a half-dome around his hips and a what was designed to be a crop top, but here it acted more as a loose covering for his top half, showing off his admittedly toned abs, his pretty sequin encrusted gloves drawing, even more, attention to him.

"Right, let's go!" Smiled Velvet, her outfit just a mess of random mismatched parts. Pancake face-palmed and realized she had to do something, she dived in front of the group and started waving her hands again.

"Rollercoaster, wheeeee!" She shouted, watching as their eyes followed her fingers, while silently thanking the part of the book that said people under a suggestion were easier to hypnotize. "Rollercoaster down! Wheee!" She shouted as she snapped and dropped her hands, watching the others slump back into a trance. She rubbed her chin, there was no way she would be able to sort their outfits in time, but then an idea hit her.

"Everyone listen!" She shouted. "You are now going to act like the costume you are wearing," she said nodding to herself. "This is a prank and it is very funny, you are all in on the joke as we are playing it on everyone else!" She said with a smile, hearing several drowsy giggles from the other clowns. She went down the line and tapped people on their shoulders, "Flutter, you are Dumpling, Minstrel you are Velvet," she said as she tapped the two boys, watching their body language change as they took on their new roles.

"Dumpling, you are Flutter," continued Pancake, "And Candy you are Minstrel!" Smiled Pancake before coming to Velvet and trying to work out what to do. "And Velvet you are Pancake!" She said with a nod. "Now wake up, wake up!" She shouted.

All the clowns shook awake once more. "Come on, let's get to rehearsal!" Said Dumpling, her voice much lower than normal, her impression of the masculine Flutter pretty much spot on.

"Yay!" Cheered Minstrel, doing a bit pirouette on his one foot, before he dived and hugged Flutter tight, both of them smiling and bouncing a little, just like the overly excited girls did before a show.

Pancake let out a sigh of relief as she watched the clowns walk out. However as they all wandered out, Velvet tripped over a cable, doing several large tumbles before childishly huffing on the floor. "No fair! Silly cable in my way!" She said as she tried to bounce up only to fall over again.

Pancake looked confused for a few moments until she realized who she had made Velvet play. "Hey!" She shouted as she chased the others out, hoping everyone would buy their story.

[bynkii]

Monk and Paladin Are Friends

Part the Second, wherein Paladin is the Biggest Shuriken and A Dragon Says Many Rude Things

<Monk and Paladin walk…oh you get the idea.>

Monk: You look like you’re in charge here

General (Looking not happy about being interrupted): That would be my good fortune. However did you guess, aside from the banners and people calling me “General”?

Paladin: “See, I told you he was the general!”

General: “Is there a point to you two aside from bad comedy?”

Paladin: “We’re here to help!”

General: “…just…how do you plan to do that?”

Paladin: “Monk hits real good and I get hit real good”

General: “anything else?”

Monk: “Hmm…nope. He feels no pain, and I dish it out in interesting ways, that about covers it.”

General: “Well, as you may notice if you look overhead, our problem is a bit long distance and airborne, so unless you have some distance weapons, you’re kind of useless”

Paladin: “Monk could throw me! He can throw anything”

General: “…really now.”

Monk: “Well, yes, I probably could, but then he’d be rather far away, and he doesn’t deal a lot of damage on his own. And he runs faster than an Otyugh. Barely. So it would take him forever to get back here.”

General: “Not a lot of damage? even with that sword?”

Monk: “Not unless the dragon runs onto it several times of its own accord. Paladin just carries it because that’s what Paladins have. They have swords. He is a Paladin, he has a sword. His real value centers on nothing being able to possibly hit him hard enough to hurt him, much less actually damage him.”

General: “I get all the winners. Well, how about you?”

Monk: “I have shuriken. They’re returning, very nice, but face it, the dragon would die of old age before I killed him with a small circle of metal, even a magical returning one.”

General: “Too bad you can’t stick it into his armor, then you might be useful. Oh well. If you happen to know where I can get some…what are you doing?”

Lots and lots of hammering noises, with Paladin giggling. As Paladin is a warforged, it’s a rather disconcerting sound. Especially as he is face down in the mud while Monk is straddling him while doing what looks like punching him in the back over and over.

Paladin: “MONK! THAT TICKLES! YOU SAID YOU’D NEVER TICKLE ME IN FRONT OF OTHER PEOPLE!”

Monk: “I’m” PUNCH “Not” PUNCH “Tickling” PUNCH “You!” PUNCHPUNCHPUNCH. “There.” He hops off of Paladin. “Okay Paladin, stand up”

Paladin stands up, and shows the now largeish group clustered around the latest addition to his armor: the shuriken that has been beaten into his back plates.

Paladin: “Monk, what did you do?”

Monk: “Well, I can throw you, and I can throw shuriken, and you don’t return, well not quickly, but shuriken do return quickly…oh good, I didn’t use the acid one.”

Paladin: “I’m a shuriken?”

Monk: “Yes, you are now the world’s biggest shuriken.”

Paladin: “YAAAAAY! I AM THE BIGGEST SHURIKEN!!!!”

Monk: “General, you and your men better give me some room here”

General: “I have no idea what is going on, two loonies are beating each other up, and there’s still the dragon. Sure. Men, give the nutter room”

Monk bends over and grabs paladin by the feet. “Hold your shield over your head!” he says, then yanks Paladin off his feet and commences to spinning him around. The soldiers are giving him ALL THE ROOM. With a grunt, he lets go. As Paladin flies at the dragon, complete with fading “WHEEE!!! I’M A SHURIKEN! WHEEEE!!!”, Monk stands there and waits, with one ear cocked. In a few seconds a loud, albeit faint “CLANNNNG” followed by a very surprised and painful dragon roar echoes across the battlefield. not long after, Paladin’s “WHEEEE!!!” can still be heard, only getting louder. Quickly. As if he was flying back at Monk. Which he is.

Monk: “you should probably all get out of his way. Those things move fast on the way back”

At this point, the soldiers are diving out of the way, expecting Paladin to paste Monk, given the size differences. Monk doesn’t even try to get out of the way. All the soldiers duck and wince as Paladin come sailing back at Monk’s outstretched hand and…nothing. No screams, no impact, just Paladin madly giggling and yelling “DO IT AGAIN! DO IT AGAIN!”. The general looks up to see Monk’s hand in the middle of Paladin’s back, balancing him there effortlessly.

General: “Bu..wha…HOW?”

Monk: “Well, if I can catch a razor sharp throwing star that bursts into flame on impact or acid or whatever and it doesn’t do that when I catch it, then logically, that should apply even if it’s nailed into Paladin’s back. One second…”

Monk flings Paladin at the dragon again. WHEE! CLANG! ROAR! followed by ever-increasing streams of dragonese profanity.

Monk: “Well, it’s a good thing he’s already evil. Such language.”

General: <Just stares, slackjawed. As are the other soldiers. Because…wtf.>

Eventually, after 4–5 throws, the Dragon flies off, a bit limpy in the wings, muttering angrily to itself. Something about:

“Screw this, I’m going to take that gig as a spelljammer tow truck my cousin offered me. Illithids aren’t as fucked up as whatever the hell that giggling…nope, nope, nope.”

General: “I don’t want to know how that worked. Ever. I don’t want to talk to either of you ever again. For once, I sympathize with the dragon. I’m going to go home, get really drunk, then retire and do something more sane. Like raising Beholders.”

Monk: “Um…I hate to raise the point, but those shuriken aren’t cheap…”

General: “Payroll wagon’s that one that used to have guards around it. whatever’s in it is yours. Just go away and never let me see either of you two again.

Monk & Paladin: “YAY!!!!”