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Couples Therapy | Final chapter

Final Chapter "This might just work for us this time"

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/fem!reader

Summary: When your marriage with Wanda starts to fall apart, you both decide to have a last chance by going to a professional, for your son's sake, and your own.

Warnings: 16+! Fluff, minor angst, suggestives jokes and sexual implications, kissing, flirting.

bold are your text messages.

A/N: Thank you for all the likes, reblogs and comments, I really thought nobody was going to read what I wrote out boredom (Just an excuse, I actually just love Wanda), so thank you so much.

Enjoy!

Ch. 4 "I never stopped loving you"

Word count: 4.8k

“Who are you sleeping with?”

Natasha’s voice made you frown, taking your attention off your phone to immediately give her a weird look.

“What?” You tried to play it off, but you weren't going to be able to, not with Natasha.

“I’m pretty sure you are not looking at cat pictures and smiling like an idiot for no reason.” Natasha explained easily, adding, “Besides, you are glowing. Like when you got marrie- Oh my god! You got back together with Wanda, didn’t you?”

“Of course not. You are so ridiculous sometimes, Nat.” You rolled your eyes, feeling your phone vibrate in your hand, biting your lip to try and not smile. “Can I just be glowing without a reason? Maybe I’m just happy that Billy got the main role in a play or that Tommy’s soccer team won.”

“Sure, you can be. I still don’t believe you though, but I’ll let it go just this time.” Natasha said, dropping herself beside you on the couch and changing the channel on your tv.

She was wrong, you and Wanda didn’t get back together. Not really. After that conversation that you both had after Tony’s party five month ago, you decided to give it a chance, but you both didn’t want to rush anything, less affect your kids with the idea either. You tried to keep it a secret from everyone, so there wasn’t pressure, nor judgment thrown at both of you.

“Who is Scarlet… witch?” Natasha frowned confused, peering at your phone notification that lightened your phone screen. You chuckled. “And why did she send a kneeling girl emoji…?”

“Nobody.” You answered, turning off your phone. “And stop reading my texts.”

“Maybe you should turn your text notification off.” Natasha said, before she raised her eyebrows with a smirk, pointing at your phone with her head. “Well, whoever that is, good for you.”

‘My knees still hurt from kneeling yesterday…’

You rolled your eyes at Natasha, opening the chat a second later to answer, reading the chat completely.

‘What are you doing?’

Scarlet witch: ‘kneeling emoji’ 

Scarlet witch: My knees still hurt from kneeling yesterday from trying to screw the water tube under the sink.

Scarlet witch: And now it is still flooding the kitchen with water.

Scarlet witch: I’m five seconds away from breaking the sink in half.

‘Do you need a hand?’

Scarlet witch: Please, I need your magic hands.

‘Be there in 20’

You looked at your side to see Natasha glancing, very blatantly, at your phone again. You groaned, turning it off. Natasha laughed at you, rolling her eyes with a small shake of her head. You stood from the couch, annoyed.

“Magic hands?” Natasha said teasingly before watching you scoff and blush. “Is it Wanda, perhaps, the scarlet witch?”

“No, and stop asking.”

Hearing Natasha’s laugh, you stepped out of the apartment. In the drive to Wanda’s house you thought about how you two started talking more often, even daily. Taking things slow was something you both needed and for some reason it was working really well.

Wanda had taken you on dates, and you had taken her on them. The silly dates at the coffee shop, the cinema and fancy restaurants. It was weird to think that every time you went out with her, you felt like you were in college, which was a surprise for both of you.

Things with you and Wanda were working again, and it felt really nice.

When you stepped out of the car, and walked to the door, you didn’t have time to knock before it opened, the twins coming out and hugging you.

“Mom!” Billy smiled at you, and Tommy grabbed your hand pulling you inside, while his twin closed the door behind your back. 

“Look! We finished the costumes.” 

You tilted your head confused, before Tommy and Billy stood in front of you, Billy had a foam shield in his hand and Tommy a sword. You chuckled looking at their hand-made jedi looking clothes.

“Wow, you two made those?” You asked, smiling at them and Billy shook his head. Tommy at his side swinging his sword. 

“No, mom did!” Billy nodded, putting his hood on. “We don’t know how to sew yet.”

“Are we going out today?” Tommy asked you, placing his sword in his belt with dramatism.

“No, not today.” You answered them, looking at the frame door of the kitchen where Wanda was looking at you, hands on her hips. “A little bird told me that the kitchen was broken.”

“Oh, yeah, mom couldn’t fix it. And my socks got wet.” Tommy answered, and you were about to comment something but the sound of Billy's voice distracted you. 

“I will bring you down, Thomas.” With a sound effect made by himself, he took the sword off his belt and pointed it at Tommy, who immediately followed his action, ready to fight.

“Not today, William.”  

You laughed when they started fighting with their swords, making a sound effect on their own as they swung their swords at each other. 

You walked to Wanda, trying to not step inside their battle zone. Wanda tilted her head at you, standing straight when you stood in front of her with a smile.

“They've been doing that all day.” Wanda said, turning around for you to follow inside the kitchen.

“Driving you crazy again?” You asked, looking at the sink and the floor covered in wet towels, meeting Wanda’s gaze.

“What’s driving me crazy is the f- the sink.” Wanda stopped the word coming out of her mouth, and you smiled at her. 

“Are you sure it's just the sink?” You raised your eyebrows playfully. “Maybe I'm driving you crazy.”

“Just get on your knees.” Wanda pushed your shoulder down, and you fell on one knee in front of the sink and in front of her. She smiled with mischief before pointing at the sink with her head. “Please, detka, fix the damn sink for me, will you?” 

“Always so demanding, aren’t you?” You rolled your eyes, falling completely on your knees on top of one of the wet towels, and facing the pipe under the sink. She kneeled to your side, looking at the dripping tube behind the pipe while you grabbed the wrench and placed it on the screw. 

You tried to force the screw, with the strength that you had, but you didn’t feel it move, and tried to force it the other way. Wanda abruptly stopped you with her hand, shaking her head.

“You are going to open it and flood the kitchen with water.”

“It’s just a little so I can screw it close again. It’s stuck, that’s why it’s not screwing right.” You told her, and she dropped her hand from your arm nodding. “Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

You weren’t lying, no, but you miscalculated how much you unscrewed, because one second to another, you had unscrewed it too much, and the tube popped off and the water started to fall everywhere.

“Y/n!” Wanda tried to stop the water from coming out from the sink with her hands, but she couldn't do much, and you went further under the sink, looking for the valve of the water. You found it, and turned it close, stopping the water.

You laughed when you moved outside the sink feeling your back completely drenched. 

“What happened?” You heard the steps of your sons coming closer, and the question being asked at your back. 

“Nothing, mom just made a tiny mistake.” You said, smiling sideways apologetically at Wanda, who looked at you scondingly with her head tilted. “Would you mind bringing more towels, boys?

You heard the positive response of your kids before their steps were out of your reach to hear. That’s when Wanda’s hand punched your shoulder softly, looking at you with a frown.

“Couldn’t you have closed the water before screwing the tube!?” Wanda asked you and you winced, biting your tongue. “You said you knew what you were doing.”

 “I could have, I just didn’t think of it until it happened.” You excused yourself, “And besides, having you by my side it’s really distracting.”

“Flirting won’t take you out of it.” 

“No?”

“No,” Wanda stood up, not even trying to hide the smile that formed in her lips at your comment. She offered her hand to you, and you took it, pulling yourself up with her help. “you have to help me clean now.”

“I think the tube was broken.” Wanda looked at you, after you said as you mindlessly touched your wet back.

“So, you unscrewed it for no reason?” She asked, and you nodded, stopping yourself when you saw Wanda’s expression. “Are you kidding me!?”

“Sorry!” You laughed when she grabbed the kitchen towel and softly punched you on your side, laughing with you after. “Do you mind if I borrow one of your shirts? I think mine got a little bit wet.”

That was the first time in months that you all ate dinner together at the same table. And it made you feel at home again, watching your kids chat happily while you and Wanda heard them talk about anything.

You left when night settled deeper in the sky, and the sleep time for the twins was just ticking in the clock. You helped Wanda put them to bed before you went to the entry of the house, Wanda following behind and standing under the frame door as you watched her from the porch.

“Thanks for coming here to help me with the sink,” Wanda said, crossing her arm over her chest, trying to stop the cold breeze of the night. “Even if you made it kind of worse.” 

 “True, but you know, I had to try and impress you.” You said chessely and Wanda wrinkled her nose at the statement, cringing softly. “How else am I supposed to get the girl of my dreams?”

“You are so dumb,” She answered with a playful roll of her eyes, giving at step toward you. “You are my wife, you got me already.”

“Putting a ring on my finger already, Maximoff? What about a kiss first?” You said, raising your eyebrows at her, watching as a smile grew on her lips. She grabbed your waist softly, and you gasped when she pulled you closer.

When you saw her face get closer, and her hands squeeze your hips, you closed your eyes expecting for her lips to find yours. You were startled when she kissed your cheek, and then pulled you even closer in a hug.

“Would it be wrong of me to say ‘I love you’ this soon?” Wanda whispered in your ear, and you grabbed her shirt in her stomach softly and smiled.

“You said ‘I love you’ two months after we started dating. I don’t think thirteen years later is considered too soon.” You said, and Wanda buried her head into you even more. “I love you, Wanda”

“I love you too, Y/n” 

******

Last year was really hard to handle, the idea of holidays and the birthdays for the twins were discussed between you and Wanda many times before they happened, and it also dropped the question whether it was healthy and okay for your kids to spend their holidays in separated homes, or if it was better to be together.

Co-parenting with Wanda wasn’t a hard thing to do, just because you two never resented nor hated each other to make it impossible for you to be in the same room together. 

That’s why you decided to spend the holidays together last year, and the twins' birthday too. It was solely focused on them, and any problem between you two was out of the window the moment you were all together. And it seemed to work for you kids.

Now that Christmas was coming soon enough, and both of your families and friends wanted to spend the holiday together, there was no problem whatsoever with you nor Wanda. The problem was that you and Wanda were trying to date for a while now, and the idea of pretending not to be in front of everyone was a challenge.

Why you kept it a secret was simple, because if it didn’t work out, no one else but you and Wanda could get hurt by it, even less your children. Was it healthy to lie to your friend about it? Maybe not, but you didn’t make the best choices anyway.

Christmas eve was chaotic, it was celebrated at Wanda's place and the moment you stepped inside, chaos ensued. Pietro and Monica’s daughter, Luna, and Tony’s and Pepper’s daughter, Morgan, were already playing outside in the yard with the twins. 

You and Wanda helped in the kitchen and everyone helped to make the dinner and fix the table. The evening was full of chatter between friends. 

Nobody suspected a thing, or you hoped, because taking your eyes off your “Ex-wife'' was a challenge, and the way Wanda playfully scolded you with a look every time she caught you staring made it even harder. You really hoped that you didn’t look suspicious, because it was impossible for you to stop seeking the touch of the other when you casually met alone in the kitchen, or on your way to the bathroom.

Maybe you were being too obvious, but the idea of enjoying a day like this with Wanda, your family and children, made it so unimportantly. Maybe too much.

Most of the people left after midnight, letting themselves out of the house with goodbyes. Pietro and Monica went to bed soon after most people left, taking Luna with them into the spare room. You and Wanda sent the twins to sleep as soon as you saw Tommy drowsing off in one of the chairs in the backyard.

Natasha and Maria were the last ones to leave, not before making a complete disaster of your perfect facade with Wanda.

Wanda accidentally left her messages chat open after showing Natasha one of the photos Carol sent her from New York, where she was showing a selfie of the New York Gran Christmas decorated three. Wanda opened the sink to fill herself a glass of water.

“Magic hands?” Natasha frowned, and you swallowed harshly before you saw realization hit her. “Oh my god! You did get back together.”

You hushed her before she screamed letting the whole house know. You heard Wanda choking on her water and Maria smirked as she swallowed the last sip of her drink.

“You freaking liar.” Natasha fake hurt putting her hand on her chest, and then pointed at Wanda. “You too. How could you do this to me?”

“Nobody knows, don’t feel special.” You said jokingly and Natasha huffed.

“I’ll make you feel special when I put my feet on your ass.” Natasha said, and Maria grabbed her hand, smiling at the two of you.

“I’m glad you worked it out.” Maria said, and before Natasha could butt in, she gave her a kiss on the mouth before looking at you two again. “I couldn’t believe after all those years, you wouldn’t end up together.”

“Me either.” You looked at Wanda, and she smiled.

“You know, if I didn’t love you so much, I could have punched both of you for lying.”

“Natasha Romanoff loves me? Oh my god, it's full of surprises tonight.” You teased at the redhead, who tried to not smile at the teasing, failing miserably. "A Christmas miracle."

“I’m happy for both of you, really.” Natasha said, standing up the chair, followed by Maria who intertwined their hands together. “I would really love to stay to tease you about this, but I’m afraid I’ll fall asleep in the chair.”

“Thanks for the dinner, Wanda.”

“See you later, love birds.” 

They both left after, leaving you and Wanda alone in the kitchen. You were about to leave too, but Wanda stopped you by the hand, her lip caught between her teeth. 

You got closer, taking her lip off her teeth with your thumb before caressing her cheek shortly.

“Why don’t you stay?” Wanda asked, intertwining her hand with yours. “For the night?”

“Do you think I should stay? I mean, wouldn’t that be screaming to them that we are getting back together?” You asked unsure and Wanda thought about it for a second. “Are we ready to tell them about us? Completely sure? I don’t want them to get confused.”

“We got back together, but maybe… maybe we should wait a few days after christmas.” Wanda nodded and you nodded back. “You can still stay, and leave before they wake up.”

“So, I can enter again like I left?” You asked. “That sounds… I don’t know, Wanda, I mean, we are not teenagers to be hiding like that.”

Wanda pouted, raising her eyebrows in disappointment,“I want to fall asleep in your arms.” and with the statement, you smiled nodding.

You’d do anything she asked, just to see her smile the way she did at your words.

“You do like skipping steps don’t you, Maximoff?” Teasingly, you said making Wanda frown before you grabbed her by the waist, gently pulling her toward you. “Would you mind kissing me first?”

Wanda smiled before putting her hands on your neck, pulling you slowly until your faces were inches apart. Her nose bumped into yours before you moved just enough to let your lips join together. You weren’t sure why this kiss felt different than the others you had so long ago, why Wanda’s hands squeezing softly your neck and pulling you even closer made you feel drugged, made your heart race even harder when her tongue touched your bottom lip asking for permission. And when you gave her free pass and your tongues finally met, your senses blurred.

When you separated, your chest heavily falling by the lack of air, her green eyes showed nothing else but pure adoration and love. And you knew why it felt different.

It felt different because this time, you were feeling exactly like the first time you noticed that you were in love with her. 

The exact same way when you said I love you for the first time.

The exact same way when you looked at her at your wedding, when you had said yes.

The exact same way when she held your new born child while you held the other.

The exact same way you had felt for her since the moment you met.

********

“I’m not going down the roof.” You said, shaking your head when Wanda pointed at the window with her head. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, why not?” Wanda said simply, throwing at you your shoe. “How difficult can it be?”

Putting your shoe on and tying the laces, you asked, “What if I break my leg?” 

“Then you get a leave, and I take care of you.” Your wife smiled at you, raising her eyebrows in complicity. “Come on, Billy and Tommy are already up and downstairs.”

“Jesus, the things I do for you.” You opened the window, slowly stepping outside on the roof giving a short look at Wanda before turning to jump down. You heard her soft chuckle, before slowly getting on the edge.

It wasn’t so high, but you still hesitated before jumping down, landing on your feet and stumbling forward and falling on your knees with a groan.

“Mom, why is aunt Y/n jumping from the roof?” 

The question made you raise your gaze from the grass to the couple in front of you, Pietro held a box in his hand, his expression was formed into surprise. Monica at his side, smiled knowingly, shaking her head in amusement before answering to her daughter.

“She is trying to hide the fact that she stayed last night.”

“But why?” Luna frowned, confused, before Pietro laughed at your embarrassed features.

“Because she and aunt Wanda are back together.” Monica said watching you get up on your feet with an embarrassed smile. “But they haven’t told anyone yet.”

“Are you going to tell Tommy and Billy, aunt Y/n?” 

“I- Yes.” Nodding, you cleared your throat feeling your cheek heat up, before trying to change the subject. “Why did you get there, Pietro?”

“Donuts.” He said, rolling his eyes noticing your flustered state. “Don’t worry, there’s enough for you too, подросток-подражатель.”

He walked to the door, after letting go of the nickname, and you frowned following them three.

“What does that mean?”

“It means ‘teeneger wannabe’” He said, knocking on the door. “You know, since you like to sneak out like a teenager.”

You groaned at his teasing, hearing Monica's chuckle. Before you could say anything, the door opened, Wanda smiled at the other side letting you in. She stopped you by the arm when you stepped inside after her twin, his daughter and wife, and the second that your eyes met, you saw the amusement behind her serious features.

“You knew they were there, didn’t you?”

“Sorry,” Wanda chuckled, biting her lip to stop a smile from forming when you frowned, shaking your head at her. “I couldn’t miss the opportunity.”

“You do like to see me suffer.” Saying jokingly, you smiled, watching Wanda’s smile form in her features. “I love you.”

“I lov-”

“Mom!” Tommy cutted her off, running to grab your hand and pull you over to the other side of the room to see the present under the three. “Look what Santa brought! He ate all of the cookies we left too!”

“Wow, that’s a lot, maybe you've been a good boy this year.” You said, with a smile gently shaking his hair. “Where’s Billy?”

“In the kitchen.” Tommy answered, dragging you along with him to the kitchen where Billy sat on the stool, eating a donut. 

You all ate breakfast together before opening the gifts. Everything was fine, you and Wanda felt the burn off your shoulders knowing that Pietro and Monica knew about the two of you, and when they left with their daughter, you stood at the kitchen frame, watching your sons play with their toys, feeling your chest fill with contempt.

“Hey…” Wanda’s hand hugged you from behind, her lips leaving a short kiss on your shoulder. You grabbed her hand on your waist before she moved to hug you from your side instead, to watch your kids too. “Today was nice.”

“Yeah, ignoring all the teasing from your brother.” You scoffed, and Wanda smiled at you, squeezing your waist. “I’m blaming you for that.”

“Huh, that hurts, подросток-подражатель.”

“Oh my god, not you too.” Groaning, you separated from her, crunching your nose at her teasing before narrowing your eyes at her cocky smile. “You better make it up to me or I’m leaving you.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Wanda said, challenging you with her eyebrows. “You love me too much.”

“Try me, Maximoff.” 

There was a second where her hands fell to her sides, her eyes filled with determination to get closer and kiss you like she wanted to, but the sound of plastic falling to the ground from the living room stopped her. You two looked at your kids, which now were looking at both of you, a frown in their features, and your smile faded. You forgot how clever they were, and how fast they picked up the words that left Wanda’s mouth or how the dynamic changed from last year.

“Hey, kiddos, what’s up?” You asked, forcing a smile when Tommy tilted his head, looking at Billy in question. You saw Billy shake his head, grabbing his toy and ignoring his twin. “What’s wrong?”

Wanda and you two shared a look before getting closer to your sons. Tommy picked his toy too, ignoring your question.

“Boys,” Crouching down to their level, Wanda called their attention, but they kept playing with the toys. “Mom asked a question.”

Tommy sighed, before looking up at Wanda, “Luna said you two were back together, but we didn’t believe her.” He looked at you then, a serious expression. “We didn’t want to believe her.”

His words froze you in place, and Wanda blinked a few times to process his words, before Billy added, fidgeting with his toy, “We don’t want you two together again.”

You swallowed hard, Wanda’s stunned eyes met yours, and you saw the hurt in her features as you crouched down beside her. Clearing your throat, trying to erase the bitter taste of your son's wish, you stopped Billy’s anxious movement of his hands and smiled reassuringly.

“That’s okay.” You said, and Billy looked up at you, surprised. “It’s okay to not want to see us together anymore, I understand that.”

Wanda seemed speechless at your words, confused as to why you were agreeing to it, but she nodded, following you. She grabbed Tommy's hand to comfort him as you grabbed Billy's.

“I know how hard it was for you two when we broke up.” You stated, feeling your heart press softly in your chest. “We changed a lot of things and I know that us getting back together is going to be complicated and is not what you want-”

“No, it’s not that.” Tommy interrupted you, shaking his head. “We want you together, it’s always what we wanted, to have you here with us, but what if you break up again?”

“Or fight?” Billy added, letting go of your hand. “We don’t want to see you sad anymore and leave again. I don’t want that, and if you are together, it will happen again.”

You felt your heart pressing at his words, the concern and fear behind your son’s voice, made Wanda shake her head and explain, “No, it won’t.” There was certainty in her voice that reassured you and the twins. “I know you are afraid of that happening again, but we needed time apart from each other to figure out how we really felt, to fix the problems that were getting in the way.”

Wanda sighed, trying to hide the tears forming in her eyes at the way her son’s looked at her, expectant of her words, understanding, “We always loved each other, a lot, but sometimes, other things get in the way of that love and they need to be worked out.”

“Did you work it out?” Billy asked, and you nodded.

“Yes, we did.” Wanda answered, now grabbing your hand, looking back at the twins with a smile. “I’m sorry you had to be in the middle of it while we did, but I promise, for the love that I have for you two and your mom, that it will never happen again.”

“Okay,” Tommy answered as Billy nodded, both of them grabbing their toys again. “Could you put the tv on, please? I want to watch Sponge bob.”

“So, is mom staying here again?” Billy asked and you frowned at him, in question, but he shrugged, “I saw your jacket in the morning.” He said, nonchalantly. “You never leave without your jacket.”

“How are you so clever?” You asked, surprised, and he smiled proudly placing his legos on the table.

Wanda chuckled, turning the tv on with the controller, “They've got my genes, of course they are clever.”

You rolled your eyes at her, before standing up and walking towards her with a smile. Taking the control from her hand, you left a short kiss on her cheek before taking out a box from your pocket and placing it on her hand. 

“I forgot about this.” You said, watching her open it with curiosity, two rings faced her and she smiled, taking one off and moving her fingers for you to give her your empty hand. “I thought we might need an upgrade from the old ones.”  

“Sure,” Wanda said, placing the ring on your index finger, smirking before letting the words leave her mouth knowingly. “You lost the other ring, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” You answered, pouting when Wanda chuckled. “It took me thirteen years to lose it.”

“You know, and after thirteen years you still can remember, can you?”

“What?”

“That you leave the ring in the bathroom and it always falls behind the sink.”

“Oh, of course I knew.” You said, smiling dumbly, “I definitely knew that.”

“Sure.” Wanda said sarcastically before pulling you towards her, skimming her nose over yours, whispering on top of your lips softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, my love.” You kissed her after the words left your mouth, her hand grabbing your cheek to feel you closer as her lips found yours naturally, moving along with yours in a knowing rhythm. 

That was the new start of your old love, a new beginning that you hoped would be the last one because your heart belonged to her, and only her.

And her heart belonged to you, and only you.

End

[sourbinnie]

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[ shut off the lights (we don't need them to dance) ] fluffy thoughts #2 ✉ | minho x gn!reader

[what is #thoughts? a series of short imagines where i have fluffy, angsty, wild (+18) or alternative thoughts]

"pleaseee! just one time and i'll let you go to sleep." i insisted as i shook my boyfriend's shoulder. i had a stupid idea and nobody could stop me when i felt this way about something. "i know i'm being the most annoying boyfriend/girlfriend right now but i just want you for a minute." 

"you could never be annoying baby." he said as he makes my heart flutter every time like i was falling in love all over again. "okay but i don't even know how to do it, you know i suck at this." he insisted but i knew he was lying, still i was gonna be a good significant other and pretend that i believed him and guide him through the steps even though dance was never my strongest suit. 

yes i wanted a little dance, in the middle of the night while he got back from work and so did i. i was being heavily annoying but i just found the idea kind of pure and cute, just to feel my boyfriend in that intimitate kind of way against me and to let me savor the moment as much as i could. i truly thought we were endgame and i still do but sometimes you're fed up with insecurities that make you doubt yourself and your relationship. so i kinda needed this, one slow dance to make me forget about everything.

i was taken back from my daydream as i felt his hands on my waist and a smile invaded their face when they saw me blush. i must've looked like a fool but i didn't care, if there was someone i've felt comfortable acting the fool with was minho. he looked at me in the eye and i felt some kind of safety that i could not feel anywhere else with anyone else. i put my arms around his neck but then remembered.

"where are you going?" he asked confusedly as i got out of his embrace to turn off the lights and then he got it. "oh so you really want the full experience huh? i'll make it truly special then." he said and i could feel his smirk but then it was his genuine smile again. my hands met the back of his neck as his traveled to my waist once again. i could see the reflection of the seoul city lights flaring through the window but the darkness was still there. i could feel every move that we made and every slow step that we took was gonna be a new memory that i would cherish forever in my mind.

even when we stopped dancing and i had my head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat, it just felt so right and i could not explain why. i expected it to feel ridiculous but it just felt so dreamy and magnificent. as if i was destined to meet minho in every life 'cause i truly felt like we were soulmates. i took the opportunity to slowly lean in closer to his lips and finally kiss him. fireworks, sparks, lightning, everything struck on my chest as we kissed and i took it in like it would be our last kiss.

✉ ✉ ✉

"i hope the practice made it worth it." he says as he offers his hand to me and i gladly accept it. "god you look stunning tonight and i did not have the chance to say it in the ceremony." 

"i could see your tears even if you tried to hide them so i guess that speaks for itself." i replied as he was rolling his eyes. the boys, his best men as we liked to call them, were sitting there as my now so-called husband got more and more shy. as we did that night, every time step we were taking for our first dance felt different. it was a new beginning and a way to show everyone that didn't believe in us that we did it. 

"i am so in love with you (y/n), so lucky to have you." he said as he got closer to me and whispered in my ear. i got so lost in the moment that i thought we were the only two people in the room for a moment. the lights shut off as the candles illuminated the whole place. i could not believe how beautiful everything looked but i just kept on looking at him. 

i could stare at him forever and not get bored of his features, his now longer hair with his little smile and his brown eyes. i felt like i was floating and i could only stare at the man in front of me who truly made me believe in love and that i deserved to be loved. 

"i'm the lucky one min." i said smiling as i laid my head once again on his chest to hear his heartbeat. the sound i would be falling asleep to every night for the rest of my life.

[ms-cartoon]

So sorry for the wait! I wanted to take a break from Helluva Boss for a little while because I needed to focus on other things. I feel like I’m a little late for it, but I don’t care all that much. As much as I like to have fun criticizing Helluva Boss, I don’t want my blog to be completely centered around the topic. I mainly signed into this site for my art, despite the lack of attention it gets. So you probably won’t be seeing so much post about the show as much as you used to. It’ll probably only be a once in a while kind of thing. But anyway . . . .

For once, we actually have an episode where the plot is focused on IMP doing their JOBS since the Cherub episode! Bet y'all this won't last long.

 Of course, this is another “Let’s shit on Moxxie” episode and it sucked a**. Moxxie was surprisingly annoying this whole episode. I feel like the writers just straight up ruined his character for me. It’s bad enough that his story arc is really repetitive where he’s a scrawny loser that nobody likes to him toughening up at the last minute, but with this episode being the same damn thing only with him being a big crybaby about it and so desperate for attention???? And from some petty teenagers too, like--

Plus, Blitzo stays an asshole to nearly everyone around him like always. And the fact that we’re supposed to sympathize with him this whole time because he’s in his feelings and is all boohoo because his sister don’t like him is even more ridiculous and irritating. 

On the plus side, Millie actually has some character development to her, but not even that is satisfying. Actually, I think the writers may have just failed with that one and I’ll explain why later.

So most of this episode is mainly centered around Moxxie and Millie who had to complete a mission for a client while Blitzo is taking care of whatever he has his concerns about, being his sister, Barbie. So, he leaves Moxxie in charge and the two arrive at this summer camp where the client was killed. To disguise themselves, they dress up as the opposite of their genders and they pretend to be brother and sister.

One of the issues I had with this episode is that, like always, there are up to three plots mixed in one pot. We have Blitzo trying to search for his sister, M&M completing their mission without Blitzo, and Moxxie all up in his feelings about his insecurities yet again. Like bro- why can't we just save one of these for ANOTHER EPISODE. Honestly, it’s not like we need a Moxxie episode anyway. We already have enough of that, and lets be real, no lessons are learned. Like this could've been a two-part episode where in the first part Blitzo is looking for his sister and we get a flashback on their childhood and why their relationship is the way it is, and the second part would be focused on Moxxie and Millie on their mission while Blitzo is handling what he's handling. Even then, Moxxie's insecurities could still be a side plot to that second part. But we can't have NONE of that, because the writers just have to rush everything!!

 -- So Blitzo is trying to visit Barbie at the rehab center. . . . through a window??? Like, why can’t you check in at the front door?  As soon as he sneaks in, he’s caught by one of the workers there who tases him and tells him to go away.

So when Blitzo asks about Barbie before leaving, she tells him,

"She's got a job now. A life."

A "job" that consists of illegal drug dealing? Unless this woman doesn't know what Barbie is really involved in, she shouldn't be vouching for her as if she got her life together. And it's also pretty ironic because this is a REHAB Barbie came from. Either the rehab didn't do a good job of helping Barbie or Barbie is so irresponsible and inconsistent, she just left and is using drugs again. Considering the results of her life now, I'm going for the latter.

-- Also, if Blitzo hasn’t seen Barbie in months, why does he decide now that he wants to visit her?? Why hasn’t he been contacting her until now.

-- So Blitzo shows up at the office while M&M are taking care of a client. Moxxie tries to talk to him about it, but Blitzo keeps brushing him off telling him, “Now’s not the time Moxxie!”

Dude! Just get the stupid mission out the way and you could look for your sister then! You got PLENTY of time right after! I don’t care how frustrated you are, you’re their BOSS! What’s the point in you trusting Moxxie to get anything done if you just end up talking shit to him in the end just to be a jerk??

-- Moxxie: Don't worry sir. We'll find your killer, and give him what's coming to him . . . And/Or her . . . .Or they . . . .

Just say "them". That should've been the first pronoun that comes to mind when you're describing someone you don't know the gender to. I might just be overthinking it, but if this dragged-on line might've been Viv's way of showing everyone that she and the writers are acknowledging the LGBT community, then . . . No shit, ma'am. We get it, more than enough of your characters have a sexuality that is anything but straight. We can't even count!

-- So M&M makes it to the human world in gender switched disguises and this is where Moxxie starts to become a nuisance from now to the rest of this show. They're hiding in the bushes, and they spot an obvious suspect of the murder. Millie correctly assumes he was involved, but Moxxie keeps brushes off her assumptions saying,

"That's all circumstantial at best."

My guy . . . . He has a whole bag of CASH and DRUGZ the client mentioned, he's holding a DRILL he most likely used to sink the boat to drown the client, and he's sneaking in a shed with a cautioned look on his face!! HE’S OBVIOUSLY THE MURDERER!! You're so hellbent on wanting to take charge and here you are already f**king it up!!!

So now Moxxie is wasting his time associating himself with these stupid adolescents to investigate even though the murderer was RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM!!! Like, he literally ignores him for the rest of the day, not even suspecting him in the slightest!! Aren't you supposed to be the smart one here???

-- Moxxie tries and fails immediately at this whole roleplaying shtick, lol! Nah cuz first off, how you just gonna barge in on somebody's conversation?? Much less approach these girls as if you know them?? You obviously didn't think things through. Also, seeing Moxxie act like a teenage girl is like watching SpongeBob in a dress with a southern accent.

Freakin' Bugs Bunny can pull off a better female disguise and he can act like ONE HELL OF A WOMAN. He'll make you question your sexuality without even trying.

What I'm trying to say is Moxxie is trying too hard with this roleplay and it's making me cringe.

-- Moxxie with try-hard valley girl accent: “I’m Moxxine and I’m the prettiEst gurl in my school! And all the bois want meee!”

“My favorite coloouur is hot-pink because normal pink is SOOOOoooo basic!”

“I gAt my first periAd last year... and it was sOOo heveey.”

“YEEou wAnnA be FrieeeENDs???”

Moxxine. . . . Do us all a favor and SHUT. UP.

-- Female Camper to Moxxie: “The f**k is wrong with your legs??”

One of the rarest of times in Helluva Boss where a human is actually questioning one of these characters’ very obvious demon features. But it doesn’t matter cuz they continue to act stupid for the sake of the plot throughout the rest of the episode.

-- Y’all see how these girls jump from making fun of Moxxie’s red skin to swooning over Millie and saying this-

“Look at how beautifully tan he is!”

Bish, both of them practically have the same skin!! TF!!!??

Also, I know Millie’s supposed to be a dude right now and the kids are supposed to fall for it and believe that she is a dude, but-

I don’t even understand the point of these gender-swapped disguises aside from them only to add comedy to the plot or something or to make it convenient for everyone.

Okay, let's just say this little shot of Millie turning around right here doesn't help. THIS does NOT convince me that Millie is a boy. Especially with them long AF eyelashes. If anything, she looks more like a tomboy with a pretty face.

-- I’m not gonna jump back and forth to Blitzo and his situation cuz I just don’t care and his little side plot seems unnecessary in this episode (or maybe just the other way around. This episode could’ve been about Blitzo and his sister). But the gist of it is that he’s asking around for Barbie’s whereabouts and he immediately gets violent if anyone even slightly questions him. And there’s even the part where he comes across a succubus (or incubus since he’s male) that has an asmodean crystal and he gets violent with him too, putting him at gunpoint to force him to open the portal to the human world. 

First off, I get that he’s desperate to look for Barbie, but is it really necessary for him to hurt people and force questions out of ‘em?? Are we really supposed to be siding with Blitzo here???

Second off, why does Blitzo even bother trying to force a succubus to open a portal with the crystal?? HE ALREADY HAS STOLAS’S GRIMOIRE! He could just go back to the office and use it there! Plus, it’s WAY too much of a coincidence that the portal would immediately take Blitzo where Barbie is, not to mention them being in the same summer camp that Moxxie and Millie are in. It makes more sense for the portal to stop somewhere randomly and Blitzo would have to continue looking for Barbie like he’s been doing.

-- So everybody is just okay with Millie practically killing these children? Like I get its just for comedy, but . . . . they’re still adolescents. These staff members should be fired.

-- Millie is feeling so happy and joy-joy over these kids liking her that she sings a song about it, which bored the hell outta me, so I skipped it. Why is she feeling suddenly ecstatic over this sudden fame?? As if she’s NEVER been acknowledged for her strength and skills before when she already gets enough of that from her husband, Blitzo, and her family. And even then, she wasn’t even that excited over those acknowledgements. Why is it so different with a bunch of random human beings you’re never gonna see again. I don’t even think Millie should be happy over this anyway. It’s not like these kids even like her genuinely. All there is her (or in their eyes, his) pretty face.

-- Why is there suddenly so much merch of Millie?? It hasn’t even been a day yet!!!

 -- Moxxie is sitting in the sidelines feeling jealous she’s suddenly gaining all this attention. He even tries to sing a song as Millie suggested that goes along the lines of

 “Hey! Pay attention to me! I’m better and prettier than all of you and you should like me! Pay attention to me! ME ME ME ME ME ME--”

Which is so out of character for him, btw. Like- WTF am I watching right now??? It’s just beyond embarrassing! You forget this is CHILDREN you’re singing too! Also, not to disrespect Richard Steven Horvitz. He’s a good voice actor and he played some awesome characters I like, but he is NO singer and he’s not even that good. I mean, he can stay on note, but that’s it. I don’t know what fans are going gaga about. Of course, this stupid song doesn’t work, and everyone continues to put their attention on Millie, so Moxxie walks off and cries like a bitch baby. . . . . No, I’m serious! He’s hiding in a tool shed and balling like a little petty teenager screaming, “Go away! Leave me alone. I wanna go home.”

Like bro- Did you just forget why you and your wife are even here in the first place?? Why are you even feelin all bad about a bunch of kids not liking you?? There not even that likable enough to be gaining attention from. And Millie trying to coax him and get him out of his temper tantrum is honestly stupid and embarrassing cuz first off, she shouldn’t have to and second off, she’s basically giving him the same advice she’s been giving him since the harvest moon festival when she shouldn’t have to. You see what I mean when I say this is another Moxxie episode with the same damn plot??

Viv and the crew are really screwing with Moxxie’s character here, from him being an untalented loser to him crying because he’s an untalented loser and suddenly getting jealous of his own wife (who’s suddenly talented at EVERYTHING for some reason). Like its kinda hard for me to even look at him.

Millie tells him once again to just do what he’s good at and continue to investigate by playing to his strengths, in which he keeps failing at the rest of the week, getting eaten by bears and sharks, hit with by a volleyball, shot with bow and arrows, y’know just constant Moxxie torture porn as if we’ve haven’t had enough of that already.

-- Excited for a concert she’s suddenly getting involved in (okay I thought this was a summer camp. Why is there a concert involved??) Millie shows up and tells Moxxie about it, not even realizing he’s not feeling the best of moods right now. Alright. . . . I know Millie’s having fun here, but she cannot be that unaware that her husband is having a hard time.

Now this where we finally get to see Moxxie and Millie having a serious argument for a change. And it’s pretty interesting to see. I was actually hoping to see the day where we see M&M fighting for once to show they're not always a perfect couple, and now here we are. Still, how the show goes about their argument doesn’t exactly work . . . . for either of them really.

On Moxxie’s end, he’s upset and jealous that Millie is practically a celebrity to these kids and suddenly goes off on her for it. And he had the absolute AUDACITY to say this- 

“We have a JOB to do, Millie! Meanwhile, you’re dancing for views!”

Um, EXCUSE YOU SIR- What do you mean, “We have a JOB to do”? You’re the one that wanted to waste your time associating yourself with these kids and investigate THEM instead of the actual murder who was right there under your nose!! You weren’t even worried about the mission this whole damn time! You were so stuck on wanting to get so much attention from these campers, you completely ignored it!

On one hand, you’re like, “HiiEEE! I’m Moxxine!! Everyone pay attention to me!” Not focused on your job AT ALL!

On the other hand, once you see Millie getting so much love, you’re like, “Millie!! We got a job to do! Stop paying attention to these people and focus on the mission!!”

Bro, this has NOTHING to do with Millie not being focused! You’re just jealous she’s getting the attention that you want. Like seriously- This is unrealistically so out of character for Moxxie! Why is he being such a hypocritical dick here???

On Millie’s end? She pretty much has every right to be upset with Moxxie because he was being unreasonably mad at her. But what she says here was completely out of nowhere!!

Millie: "For once, I feel like I . . . like I'm important!"

Frikin WHAT Millie!!??

What do you mean?? Since WHEN have you ever felt unimportant to anything?? Literally, WHEN was there a time when you felt inferior or second-best to ANYONE!! This entire show, you've been shown already to be much more stronger and talented than your freakin husband!! With looks, your fighting skills, and precisely everything else you've shown off this entire episode!! The only one who should be feeling unimportant, who HAS been feeling unimportant is MOXXIE!! From Blitzo whose been treating him like crap, to Loona whose also treating him like crap, to Millie's parents and everyone else in her family who don't even like him, to Striker showing off and trying to be better than him, his own damn FATHER, his ex-boyfriend, a ton of kids at a stupid camp-- Freakin EVERYONE is always shitting on Moxxie while Millie is getting the most acknowledgment. Are we sure Moxxie is the only one being selfish here??

Also, I can get that Viv, Adam, and the writers FINALLY gave Millie a certain character and development to her here, but it still doesn't work and they failed! Know why? Cuz once again, where did this sudden inferiority come from??!! Since when has Millie felt she was unimportant to anyone or unworthy of praise? She already gets enough love and praise from her parents. Blitzo always acknowledged her and is hardly mean to her at all. And of course she get's enough support from her husband who loves her more than anything and he always notices her. So honestly, she shouldn't be feeling unimportant to anything. 

Y’know, Millie’s side of the argument here would’ve made sense had there already been an episode just about HER! It would’ve made sense if we we’re shown that Millie had once felt unimportant and that she was no one to be proud of. Then we would’ve understood her side of the argument. But instead, the writers suddenly just drops some angst onto Millie out of nowhere with no kind of depth or build-up. We don’t even know why Millie is feeling the way she never felt before because it was never acknowledged.

And what’s worse is that this is another MOXXIE episode where we’re meant to pay more attention to Moxxie and his little insecurities for the FIFTH DAMN TIME! Where Millie’s feelings and development are only used as a tool for Moxxie to make up his development. Similar to Octavia or Stella who are used as underdeveloped tools for us to sympathize with Stolas and make him out to be a good person when he’s actually pretty selfish and terrible.

Lemme just jump to the next topic before I get off track here.

-- Moxxie finally continues with the mission like he should’ve done already, and he bumps into Blitzo. Realizing Moxxie is still getting the mission complete after a week, Blitzo replies with-

“THIS is why I don’t trust you with dick, Moxx.”

Bro stfu! The first time Moxxie brought it up to you in the office, you told him to get out and handle it on his own. You probably should’ve expected something like this. Also, how did you not realize Moxxie and Millie have been gone for a week??? You couldn’t have been that hellbent on finding your sister the entire time you couldn’t notice anything!!

-- Moxxie (about Barbie): Do you know her?”

Blitzo: Do I know her- That’s my SISTER, f*ckface!”

Ay man! Dial it back with the name-calling!! How was Moxxie supposed to know that’s your sister, especially with the human disguise?

-- OH!! So Barbie can have a human disguise while being an imp, but with Blitzo, Moxxie, and Millie, Viv or any of the artist working on this show won’t take the time of day to come up with their human disguise!!?

Not that her human disguise is all that great anyway. Like, why are her arms and hands still the same, but with different skin.

-- As expected, Barbie turns out to be a bitch and unlikable. Like if you just take away her human form, you’d see a gender swapped version of Blitzo, and I’m not just saying that cuz they’re twins. It’s honestly disappointing, cuz I was actually looking foward to seeing her and was at least hoping there would be something good about her only for me to see her shaking her stuff to this minor. I mean- what the hell?? And NO Viv! It doesn’t matter if this boy is 18. Barbie is Blitzo’s age (around 30) with a huge age gap and it’s freaking wrong!! She even acknowledged that he was way younger than her when she confessed to manipulating him. She’s literally grooming this kid!!

-- How many times is Moxxie gonna fall in and out of being a great fighter!? He’ll be weakling at one point, to being strong the next, right back to being a weakling the next episode, being strong the next, and repeat. CAN HE FIGHT OR NOT??

-- I don’t like how we’re jumping back n forth to Millie wowing these campers.  Can’t we just focus on the fight? How is she doing all these tricks while playing music at the same time? That’s tiring as hell! Since WHEN was she a musician!! And did this bitch just swallow a whole literal SWORD!!!!

-- Okay, I’ll give it to ya . . . I laughed at that one.

-- Blitzo: Barbie wait! Let me help you. . . . . you’re clean now.”

No, no she isn’t.

-- As stated above, Blitzo wants to reconcile with Barbie, begging her to let him help her and even suggested they eat somewhere, but she immediately turns him down, telling him she never wants to see him again and to never look for her. But WHY though!!? What happened between these two? What did Blitzo do that was so bad, she ended up hating him?? How’re y’all gonna keep introducing characters that have bad blood with another and NEVER explore it the rest of the episode?? You see what I mean when I say this episode could’ve been about Blitzo and Barbie and what went on with the two??? But instead what we get is Barbie just being on screen for less than 4 minutes!!

-- HOLY MOLY SHIT, VIV AND ADAM!!! What the hell is it with y’all and these incest jokes!!!

Yeah, I know they’re not actually brother and sister, but to everybody else they are! If they were just gonna end up getting it on in the end, why didn't they just pretend they were boyfriend and girlfriend or something?? And y’all really couldn’t wait until you were in private where nobody is around.

How y’all like Millerd now?

-- Blitzo: “Gotta be honest Moxxie . . . . not to bad for your first solo mission.”

Moxxie: *Gasp* Really sir?

Blitzo: “Nah. . . . You’re a f*cking disgrace.”

Says the guy whose sister can’t even stand him!!?

And why is Moxxie sittin there and on the verge of tears? Usually if Blitzo is talking shit to him, he would talk back. If not that, he would glare and growl at him. And Millie! Why is it that every time your husband is getting shat on, you just sit there??!! Actually stand up for him instead of just sitting and glaring.

-- These animators really can’t keep up with where to draw Millie’s beauty mark. It’s underneath her corner of her eye in one shot to it being on her cheek in the next. Sometimes, it right beside her lip.

So yeah, this was just plain DUMB! To Moxxie’s character turning into shit, to Millie’s character development making no sense, to Blitzo’s being an unsympathetic jerk, to Barbie being a groomer and a jerk.

*Sigh* I need a nap.

[training4theapocalypse]

Finders Keepers Ch 7. (Cormac McLaggen x fem!reader)

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings: SMUT, Romance 🥹, Finger fucking, PIV, Unprotected sex

Summary: It's Valentine's Day and Cormac knows a secluded spot.

A/N: 800 words of plot, 5.3k words of smut. Can someone please help me budget? I can't feed my family. PS I was updating weekly when a chapter was 2k but they're getting longer and longer so it will be more like every 2 weeks.

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Chapter 7: Fine

“Did you see who the Ravenclaw Captain is going out with?”

“Does McLaggen know she’s a lesbian?”

When you returned from the holidays, murmurs surrounded you and McLaggen when you walked down the corridor with his arm around your shoulder. Even tonight as you and the other last few remaining students are ordered out of the library by Madam Pince, a few of them give you both a backwards look as you leave.

“Does it bother you?” you ask, as he scowls at a couple of fifth-year boys.

“Nah,” he says unconvincingly. “I’m more annoyed that it’s interrupting the only time we have together.”

The second part, at least, is true. Between McLaggen’s detentions with Snape every Saturday, Ravenclaw Quidditch practice and the ever-increasing demands of your N.E.W.Ts, the two of you had hardly spent any time together - never mind time alone. Potions was the only class you shared and it required so much concentration these days that it was hardly conducive to intimate conversation.

The two of you lag behind the other students, trying to take as much time as possible to return to your respective dormitories. 

“They’re probably wondering what you’re doing with me,” you scoff.

He stops in his tracks, adjusting both yours and his book bags on his shoulder. “What makes you say that?”

“Don’t be daft McLaggen, you’re you. Ridiculously good looking, well-connected…”

“You’re mental. Genuinely bonkers.”

“I’m not sure if you noticed but I was hardly fighting off suitors before we started going out.”

He puts a hand on each of your shoulders and looks into your eyes. “Listen, you are so fit. I think that was more to do with…” He hesitates.

“My personality?” You suggest with a grin.

“I was going to say your reputation but sure, let’s go with that,” he laughs. “And I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but it’s all lads who have been staring at us. I mean, the first thing Eddie Carmichael did after he saw us together was ask me how I’d managed it.”

“Yeah, right.” 

“He did, I swear! I think you’ve annoyed a lot of blokes here by being secretly bisexual.”

“It wasn’t a secret! I-”

“God, you’re so easy to wind up.” He brings his free arm around your shoulder again and you continue walking towards the entrance hall. 

“I’m not used to it. Nobody’s usually brave or stupid enough to try. Except you, obviously.” You slow down as you make your way across the courtyard towards the entrance hall where you’ll need to bid each other goodnight. “Speaking of stupidity, when’s your last detention with Snape?”

“This Saturday. Just as well because it means I’m free on Valentine’s Day. You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Yeah, good shout - the pitch will probably be free.”

“I was actually thinking we could do something together that wasn’t Quidditch practice.”

Oh.

“What kind of thing do you have in mind?”

“Well,” he takes a deep breath as you reach the marble staircase. “We could go to Madam Puddifoots? Get coffee? And dusted in confetti, probably.”

You come to a halt, thinking about Cho’s previous experience there with Harry Potter. “I can’t think of anything worse.”

“Oh, thank god.” He grins. “Me neither.”

“Now you mention it, I wouldn’t mind being alone… just the two of us,” you say, taking a step towards him and looking up at his face. “What about that room on the seventh floor you guys used for the D.A. last year?”

“Pfft, yeah right,” he laughs. “Carmichael said he had to duel about twelve other blokes for the Room of Requirement last Valentine’s Day. Too many people know about it now.”

“Scared you’ll lose?” You ask, thinking that that would be something you’d enjoy watching very much.

“Carmichael managed to get the room last year but spent the entire night with his legs stuck in the jelly legs jinx. Not worth it.” You both crack up laughing.

“I meant to ask,” you say, thinking about Marietta. “Does he have a date this Valentine’s Day?”

“Carmichael? I’m not sure, why?” He gives you a confused look.

“Could you maybe hint to him that Marietta might be interested in going out with him?”

“Eddie and Marietta? I dunno…”

“Why not?”

“I mean, she’s a bit of a…” He hesitates. “She’s sort of a goody-two-shoes, right?”

“So? Eddie’s Head Boy.” You bristle, ready to defend her.

“Yeah because he’s clever but he’s still a bit of a geezer. I suppose Dumbledore doesn’t know he runs a black market. He made a mint last year selling Baruffio's Brain Elixir to fifth years doing their O.W.Ls.”

This is news to you. Carmichael’s obviously good at keeping his illicit activities quiet. “Well, maybe she likes a bit of edge.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll tell him to ask her out. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Not as a double date or anything,” you add quickly. “I spend enough time with her as it is.”

“Yeah, I’m not keen on being around Carmichael working his magic either.” He screws up his face in distaste. “The two of us could always just go to the Three Broomsticks?”

“Eh, too crowded. What about the Quidditch stands again?”

“No way. It’s far too high and exposed for what I’d like to do to you.” He moves his arm down your back and squeezes your bum.

“Cormac,” you tut, pretending to look scandalised but he just responds by tilting your chin up to kiss him. Standing on your tiptoes to meet his lips, you grab his shirt, pulling your body in as close as you can to his.

There’s a hiss behind you and you pull apart to see Mrs Norris, the caretaker’s scruffy old cat giving you a reproachful look. That could only mean that Filch wasn’t far behind. 

You kneel to try and scratch her head but she hisses again and bats your hand away before running in the opposite direction.

“I’ll think of something,” says McLaggen, returning your book bag. “Something good.”

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A couple of weeks later you stand at the edge of the Quidditch pitch with your broom at your side, as per McLaggen’s instructions. The winter sun is low over the loch in the distance. His last detention should be finished by now. 

You soon see his broad figure walking down the path towards the pitch - his broom in one hand and his book bag in the other, looking like it’s ready to burst at the seams. You pull your scarf around you tightly against the cold evening air.

“Oi oi,” he grins, you hear the bag clinking with what you hope is a bottle of Firewhisky as he gets closer. “You ready?”

“What am I meant to be ready for?”

“A secluded night alone with your favourite git.”

“Inside I hope?” You ask, shivering.

“Nope.” He mounts his broom and kicks off into the air. “Are you coming or what?”

You twist your mouth into a reluctant smile and kick off from the ground

He grins over his shoulder and accelerates towards the loch. Where is he taking you? 

You soon catch up with him as he flies low over the water. Just as he turns to see if you’re close yet, you dip your hand in the water and speed past, splashing him with freezing water as you whizz by.

“Oh, you cheeky…” His voice trails off as you get further away, laughing into the wind whipping at your face. He catches up with you again and cuts in front of you, forcing you to stop abruptly. “Wrong way. Follow me.”

You behave yourself this time and follow him as he flies towards a tiny island in the middle of the giant loch. He descends onto the pebble beach and dismounts when he’s onshore and you do the same.

“Here?”

“A bit further back, away from the lake.”

“Loch.”

“Hm?” He takes your broomstick to carry it for you.

“We’re in Scotland so it’s a loch, not - ah, never mind.” 

You hold your tongue - the name of the body of water wasn’t the issue you saw here. Firstly, it was freezing cold tonight and secondly, you could make out the castle from the island. Anyone looking out a window would see any fire you lit to keep yourself warm, potentially drawing the attention of the teachers.

You reach a grassy verge at the edge of the stony beach and McLaggen conjures a blanket from thin air which spreads itself out on the ground. He gestures for you to sit down before walking around the perimeter in a circle muttering spells.

“Shield charm, disillusionment charm,” he says in answer to your silent question. “And a few more to make sure nobody can see us from the castle or sneak up on us unexpectedly.”

You tilt your head. “You’re good at all this defensive stuff.”

“Don’t sound so surprised. I’m doing the N.E.W.T. in Defence Against the Dark Arts, remember?”

“Rather you than me,” you say, watching as he turns his attention to his book bag and extracts not a bottle of Firewhisky but a large jam jar, inside which he conjures a blue flame. He puts the jar at the edge of the blanket and you feel instantly warmer. 

Joining you on the blanket he laughs at your stunned expression. “Not bad, eh?”

Not bad? 

The sun sets on the horizon, casting a red glow over the island. Birds chirp their final songs of the evening and the gentle lapping of the water on the stony beach combined with the surprisingly intense heat from McLaggen’s Bluebell Flame Charm make you feel like you’re somewhere much milder than rural Scotland on a February evening.

“Cormac, this is…” You search for the word. You’d never expected him to be romantic. Thoughtful. It’s entirely out of your realm of experience. You swallow. “It’s good.” You go to kiss him but stop in your tracks when you feel his wet jumper. “Oh, sorry.” You say and quickly cast a hot air charm, drying off his clothes that you soaked earlier.

“Thanks,” he grins. 

You look out at the castle across the water. “So… nobody can see us from up there?” He shakes his head. “You’ve really thought of everything,”

“Ah, it’s not even the best bit.” He rummages in his bag again and pulls out two bottles of butterbeer and a bag of Honeydukes cinnamon-flavoured marshmallows. 

“I love a toasted marshmallow. Good thinking.”

“They’re not toasted. Just normal.”

“Don’t tell me toasted marshmallows are a muggle invention,” you say in disbelief. “Watch this.” You pull two marshmallows out and levitate them over the large flame in the jar, spinning them so they crisp evenly. You draw them back to you. “Wait a minute, they’ll be molten hot.”

When they’re cool enough to touch, you pull one from the air and feed it to him. 

“Mhm…” he says, eyes rolling to the sky. “I can’t believe I’ve been eating marshmallows cold my whole life.”

You laugh and eat yours. 

You both chat for a while as the sun continues to set, toasting marshmallows, talking about Quidditch, speculating how Marietta and Eddie’s date went and of course the upcoming exams.

“So you never fancied doing Defense as an N.E.W.T.?” he asks.

“I couldn’t. It was my only A at O.W.L. The rest were - “

“O’s and E’s, obviously, seeing as you’re a know-it-all” he smirks. “Is that why you didn’t join the D.A. last year then?”

“To be honest, I only considered it in the first place because Cho fancied Potter and didn’t want to go alone. But then Marietta agreed to go with her. I guess I just don’t like fighting.”

He puts down his butterbeer. “Look, don’t take this the wrong way but…”

“I know, I know. I’m probably the most aggressive person here. But when it comes to curses or duelling, I just… freeze up.” You look at him seriously and take a deep breath - you’ve never told anyone this before. “And then with Cedric being murdered… It all just messed with my head. I mean he was great at Defence and it never helped him. That was all I could think about during my exam.”

McLaggen nods. “I never really knew Cedric but I heard he was a decent guy.”

“He was. And he was a really good boyfriend to Cho, y’know? Like he was never really afraid to be…” You lean back on your elbows looking at the scene in front of you, trying to find the right words. “He was good with stuff like this. The romantic stuff. I like that you’re not afraid of that either.”

He joins you, leaning back casually. “It’s easy when it’s with you, I guess.”

“You know, you’re nothing like I thought you’d be.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, in the spirit of not taking things the wrong way, I’m not the only one with a reputation.”

“Yeah? Go on, what do they say about me then?”

“Full of yourself, kind of a pig, talks about his dad’s connections all the time…” you rhyme off, counting on your fingers.

“You say all those things too,” he smirks.

“Well, maybe you are what they say.” You turn on your side to face him, propped up on your elbow. “Maybe I’m just surprised that I like it.”

“I’ll take that.” His thumb brushes your lip as he cups your chin to tilt your head up. “Whatever makes you moan my name again.”

“Pig,” you whisper, lips barely touching his as you both smile. You don’t really believe it- he’s kind of a sweetheart even if he finds himself funnier than he actually is. You kiss him and his hand brushes your inner thigh just below your skirt.

Fuck, those hands. You love how small they make you feel. His fingers trace their way up and under your skirt. 

“These feel nice,” he murmurs, toying with the lacy hem.

“Oh god, promise you won’t laugh when you see them - I don’t know what I was thinking.” He pulls back and raises an eyebrow. “I didn’t want to get you a gift, I’m not romantic like that but Marietta and Cho suggested… Ugh, I’ll just show you. Don’t laugh.”

You slip off your skirt and pull your jumper off over your head. When you disentangle yourself, you see McLaggen staring at you open-mouthed at your dark red lacy lingerie in the dim firelight.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…”

You throw yourself back on the blanket and cover your face with your hands, feeling intensely embarrassed. “Stop! I changed my mind about ten times.” You tell him between your fingers. “The girls convinced me to go through with it in the end.”

“I might have to send Cho and Marietta my thanks because… fuck.” He moves your hands and brushes your hair from your face. “You are so, unbelievably hot.” 

“Well, you’ve got a lot to thank them for,” you whisper, looking up at him leaning over you. The familiar expensive scent of him intoxicates you, the heady amber and jasmine lighting up your synapses. “They were the ones who told me how to… like what to do with - I mean when we were in the Leaky Cauldron.”

He pauses. “Damn. Then I’ll definitely have to give them my undying gratitude.”

You give him a mischievous smile, feeling goosebumps on your skin as his fingers leave your face to trace up and down your arm. It might be warmer thanks to the blue flames but you’re significantly chillier in your new state of undress.

McLaggen seems to notice. “As much as I’m enjoying seeing you like this, do you want my jumper?”

It’s sweet of him but you shake your head. “Just your body heat.”

“I can manage that.” He shuffles closer to you but impatient for him to understand your meaning, you quickly pull him on top of your body, feeling his warm weight on you. “Fuck…”

He inhales deeply into the crook of your neck and you close your eyes, tilting your head to the side, allowing him to kiss the bare skin of your neck. With satisfaction, you feel his hard cock pressing against you from under his jeans when his hips slot perfectly into the opening of your legs.

“Cormac?”

“Hm?” He asks your neck, his lips sucking the sensitive skin just under your ear.

“I like this.”

He stops his kissing to look down at you. “I mean, let me get started first before you give me such unusually high praise.”

“I’m serious. I mean tonight. All of this.”

“I am too. It’s nice to hear you say something nice about me for a change.”

“Take your top off or I’ll run out of nice things to say,” you tell him, tugging at the bottom of his jumper.

“There she is,” he says grinning before kneeling between your legs to pull off his sweatshirt, exposing his bare chest. 

“Shit…” you say, looking up at his muscular figure in front of you, every contour of his body illuminated by the blue firelight. 

“You’re welcome.”

He really is unbearably full of himself. 

But with good reason. 

Your skin prickles again with the absence of his warm body against you but you’re less certain it has to do with the cold, considering the heat emanating between your legs.

“Shut up and come back here.” You pull at his waistband, urging him to return to you.

McLaggen closes in on you, resting his arms on either side of your head. His warm skin feels divine against you, even better than his soft jumper. “I don’t think so… I know you like hearing me talk.” 

And for some reason his high opinion of himself makes your pussy ache. This is a man who has never been told he’s bad at anything. And it’s beyond irritating that he’s correct on this occasion. He knows exactly how to turn you on - how to make you weak for him. And what’s worse is that he knows he knows it.

“I’d like it more if you stopped talking and kissed me,” you say, succumbing to the urge to put him in his place. But it spurs him on even more.

“Too much for you to handle?”

Before you can argue back, his mouth meets yours. His tongue enters your mouth and you taste the sticky sweetness of butterbeer and toasted marshmallows. The kiss is slow - different to the last two times he’s kissed you like this - you’ve got all the time in the world on this little island. No rush to explore each others’ bodies with fervent urgency. The only ticking clock is your own arousal, incredibly eager for him to hurry up.

Your legs draw around him again as you wriggle against the bulge pressing against you, silently begging for his attention below your waist. But instead, he massages his tongue over yours, making you whine softly, surrendering your pride. He deepens the kiss, holding onto your jaw and you thread your fingers through his hair.

McLaggen’s hand slides down your body, groping your breast through your bra on the way down. He stops at the crux of your inner thigh, touching the hem of your underwear again.

“Is this okay?” His tone is sincere for a change.

You blink up at him. “Yes,” you breathe.

He moves your underwear over and slips a single finger inside you. Your breath hitches in your throat as your walls clench around the new intrusion - you’ve never been with anyone with fingers so large. Your arousal coats his fingers - it sounds so obscenely wet and sticky that your cheeks burn.

McLaggen watches closely for your reaction. He’s being so gentle with you that it makes you want to roll your eyes. What you want is for him to pin you down and take you here on the blanket. You can handle it.

“I’m fine, McLaggen.” You rock your hips in encouragement, trying to prove just how completely and totally fine you are. 

“Oh, so it’s McLaggen again, is it? I must be doing something wrong.” He grins. “But you’re so wet for me…” he says pushing his fingers in and up. You gasp at the sudden sensation of him hitting that spot. “So something must feel nice.”

You grab hold of his face and kiss him fiercely, sucking his lower lip and grinding against his palm, trying to instil a sense of urgency in him. Maybe you can goad him into fucking you.

“Aww, my poor baby’s impatient.”

Your thighs squeeze together in response to his teasing.

“Don’t-” You cut yourself off. You almost told him to stop calling you baby. But that would be cutting your nose off to spite your face because you, really, really like it.

“Don’t what?” His finger taps against your G-spot, making you squirm under him. 

“Fuck, nothing. Never mind,” you huff.

“This is so sweet,” he says as he pushes his palm against you, rubbing against your clit. 

You sputter. “I - what’s sweet?”

“Trying to get me to hurry up by pretending you’re annoyed with me.” He removes his finger and for a second you’re about to complain, that is until he brings two fingers to his mouth and sucks them, slowly, purposefully tasting you before running them along your folds. “You’re not gonna provoke me into anything. I’ve got you to myself for the first time in weeks. I’ll do this all night.”

Oh, shit.

He slides his two digits out and back into your pussy and you arch your back at the new stretch. You squeeze your muscles, feeling every ridge of his long fingers inside you. You feel your climax blossoming inside you already and you untense your thighs, trying to stop your orgasm in its tracks but that just allows him to press his fingers deeper.

“Fuck - wait, Cormac. I don’t want to cum like this. I want you to - ah, fuck,” you pant and he halts his movement, keeping his fingers still inside you.

“There’s no way you’re only cumming once tonight.”

“Pr - promise?” You choke, desperate for him to start moving again.

“I promise.” The heel of his hand feels perfect against you as he curls his fingers. You grip the blanket. “C’mon, be a good girl. Stop fighting and cum for me.”

You hate that you love that.

You lift your hips as much as you can, leaning into his hand pressed between your bodies, feeling the precision with which he’s attacking his target. Everything pulls up in your lower half, burning and aching, teetering on a knife’s edge. 

“Mhmh.” You bite your lip, trying not to cry out into the silent night air in response to his relentless finger fucking.

“There we go, thaaat’s it,” he says and the way his voice is dripping in smug self-satisfaction sends you over the brink. Bliss floods your body, spreading through to your every extremity by the incessant pressing of his fingers into your core. 

And it’s like you’re flying through the air - not on a broom like before. Like you’re hurtling towards your own end, plummeting at breakneck speed into your orgasm.

You gasp for air as the last wave of ecstasy crashes over you and Cormac slowly draws his fingers from you, grazing your swollen clit.

“Still ‘fine’?” he teases.

“Yeah… I’m fuck. Yeah, I am… I’m fine.”

“Good.” Cormac trails kisses down your chest all the way to your lower abdomen but you interrupt him.

“Wait -” He lifts his eyes up at the interruption, lips still touching your stomach. “- Aren’t we going to have sex?”

“What, right now?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“Are you sure you’re ready? I know it’s a big next step.”

“Oh. Aren’t you?”

“God, yes.”

“C’mon then, don’t make me beg.”

He pushes himself to rest back on his knees and bites his lip, looking at your pink cheeks and the way your chest rises and falls as you try to bring your heart rate back to normal. “Yeah, go on then, beg a little bit.”

Your stomach twists - you were being facetious. Your instinct is to spit a scathing retort back. But shit, you want him.

“Cormac, be serious.”

“Yeah, say my name too. I know you’re turned on when you say it like that.” He undoes his belt buckle with one hand and pulls his cock out. 

God, it’s everything you remember and more. 

Cormac takes himself in his hand and slowly jerks his length up and down. “If you want it, use your words.”

You’re not used to anyone telling you what to do like this. That was your job - always. In the bedroom, on the Quidditch pitch - you’ve always had to be in control. 

You blink up at him with wide eyes as he kneels between your open legs, stroking his cock. 

Dimples appear at the corners of his mouth as an infuriatingly brazen smile crosses his face and he pulls off your underwear. 

“So pretty and wet for me, baby,” he says, drawing two fingers along your soaking wet slit, the rough pads of his fingers pausing at your still sensitive clit.

“I thought you were going to fuck me,” you pout, although the feeling of his fingers dipping between your folds sends pleasant tingles down your spine.

“Beg,” he whispers, withdrawing his hand to coat his cock with your juices. There’s total silence apart from the crackling of the blue fire and the wet, slick sound his hand is making as he uses your wetness to pump his fist up and down.

You stare at each other, both daring the other to crack first. Fuck, why is he drawing this out? 

“If you don’t want it, I’ll do it myself,” you bite, unhooking your bra and tossing it aside. You can make him beg too. You lie on the blanket and run your hands down your body, your right hand finding your clit.

He releases the grip on his cock and leans over you again, for a second you think you’ve got him exactly where you want him and that he’s finally going to fuck you but instead, he flicks his tongue across your hard nipple. 

“Fuck… Cormac,” you whine, and your hand works quicker between your bodies. You can feel his erection pressed against your inner thigh as heat envelopes your nipple and he sucks gently on the pebbled nub of skin.

Everything below your abdomen is hot, sticky and swollen. Your fingers work in rapid circles as your writhe under him, your chest heaving under his mouth. He lifts his head, exposing your nipple to the cool night air again and you gasp.

His lashes dip from your face to your hand moving shamelessly between your bodies.

“You’re so beautiful. I could watch you do this forever. Guess I’ll have to…”

You swear at him, feeling your orgasm rear its head again. There’s no turning back now. You pant, trying to squeeze your legs together but they meet his hips, preventing you from making the tension you need.

Without warning he grabs your wrists and roughly pins them on either side of your head. Your pussy twitches, furious at the sudden absence of friction.

“Fuck, I was about to -”

He pushes his hips on top of yours, rubbing the underside of his cock on your now throbbing clit. The pressure is much too light. You try and push up against him to get relief but he moves his hips back in retaliation, not allowing you to grind against him. 

“You’re… you’re a nightmare,” you breathe, helplessly, your orgasm still glimmering just under the surface.

“You’re a dream.” And there it is again, that stupid, arrogant look on his beautiful face. He’s so… fucking hot like this. You want to hit him but your wrists are still pinned. You briefly consider headbutting him. “Come on, baby. You can say it. You can ask nicely.”

Fuck.

Your hips meet the blanket again as you squirm. It’s wet. Soaked in your arousal. His mouth returns to your chest, paying attention to your other nipple. This change of tactic means he moves his body again and the only relief you had on your clit disappears completely as he adjusts his position.

“No! Fuck.” You try to bring him back to you, struggling against his grip but ou’re no match for his strength.

Cormac pauses, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

“Cormac, please, fuck me,” you whimper.

“That’s more like it -“

“I - I need you. Like, now,” you interrupt.

He laughs and kisses your forehead. “Was that so hard?”

Cormac releases your wrist, grabs his cock and holds it against your entrance, his head resting between your folds.

Holy shit.

He brings his mouth to your ear. “I’ll be gentle.” He sucks your earlobe softly.

“I’m fine.”

You don’t want him to treat you like some delicate thing he’s scared to break just because it’s your first time with a man - scared to fuck you the way you know he wants to.

“So you keep saying. But I’ll be gentle anyway.”

And he lowers his hips towards yours. 

You are not fine. But not in the way he means. You’re sober but your thoughts are clouded by an undeniable thirst for him. Right now all that matters is Cormac, his body, his cock pushing slowly into you. 

If you thought his fingers felt big, it’s nothing compared to this. There’s no pain - you’re so fucking wet you feel him slip inside you with relative ease - there’s only pressure, beautiful and all-consuming as his cock fills you up.

“Shit, Cormac…” You bring your free hand up to his shoulder and grip onto it for dear life, your nails digging into his back.

“Are you-?”

“Fine - yes, Cormac. Fuck, yesyesyes,” you groan, squeezing your eyes shut.

Cormac releases your other wrist as he finally bottoms out so you can wrap your arms around him, feeling the muscles in his back flexing as he holds himself up. You open your eyes when you hear him groan.

His face is frowning in concentration. And you realise, he’s not as cool and cocky as he was pretending to be. He’s trying - really hard - not to lose control the moment he’s buried inside of you.

“Cormac?”

“You feel so good, baby... fuck.”

He drags his cock back out of you and you feel every inch before he slides it back in again, the base of him grinding dangerously against your clit.

“Are- are you close?”

He grits his teeth. “I’m fine.”

He’s not fine either. You realise he’s not going slowly for your benefit at all - if he picks up pace he’s going to succumb to his end. And so, he continues his torturous crusade of rolling his hips into you slowly, pushing sweetly into that spot in your centre that makes your breath catch in your throat.

It’s harrowing. Nothing like you imagined all those nights in your four-poster bed, curtains drawn as you fantasised about his cock, mercilessly fucking you hard, fast and quick. This is measured. Determined. Slowly breaking you down thrust by thrust.

His hands slip behind your shoulder blades as he pulls you close, pressing your face into his muscular neck. He’s all-consuming. You’re drowning in the dark, spicy scent of him as if you’ve plunged yourself headfirst into a cauldron full of Amortentia. You can’t take full gulps of air without choking on his pheromones. Although you’re not sure you ever want to breathe fresh air again.

He’s perfect. You firmly push back against the words floating on the surface of your mind - the urge to choke out between moans of pleasure that you’re maddeningly, irredeemably in love with him. Fuck.

You’re surprised to feel tears swimming in your eyes- you’re not sure if it’s from the intimate closeness of the way he holds you tightly or from the sensation of his cock filling you up, throbbing and sliding in and out of your soaking wet pussy. 

Everything lifts and tightens up inside you again when you hear him groan, hot breath tickling your neck. You whisper his name right into his ear and he jerks his hips up unexpectedly in response. Then the next thrust is so deliciously deep it makes you squeeze your eyes shut and all you can see is the dancing blue flame behind your eyelids.

“Fuck… there,” your moan is stifled by the way your mouth is pressed against his shoulder, tasting the salty sweat on his skin.

Cormac’s low exhale is like grit. His back muscles tense when hears your plea but he keeps going, hitting the exact same perfect angle. Euphoria floods through your veins as you hit the point of no return.

“Cormac,” you pant as your pussy clamps down around him involuntarily. “I’m gonna-”

“Thank god,” he lifts his head from the crook of your neck. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold out - oh fuck.” His expression changes when he sees your face - flushed, lips parted and your eyebrows knitted together. He curses helplessly and can’t help himself when he feels you tighten around him like a vice.

He fucks you through your orgasm, forcing noises from you you’ve never made before - something between a sob and his name is ripped from your throat. The blue flame in the jar is barely an ember compared to the wildfire running wild through your body.

It reminds him distinctly of those beautiful expressions you made on the Quidditch pitch last year when you were watching your team lose and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. “Fuck, that’s it, baby…” He sucks through his teeth. “Such pretty faces for me.”

The aftershock makes your muscles twitch around his cock, giving him silent permission to finally lose all self-control as he gazes into your out-of-focus eyes. You feel his cock pulsing as his release paints your insides and with a final, shuddering gasp he slumps on top of you, his heart beating furiously against your chest.

You both lie there for several moments. You feel like you’re glowing. Maybe you are - he certainly is. You trace your fingers on his back, watching as the light of the blue flame glistens on his sweat-soaked shoulder. You could fall asleep with him on top of you like this - you don’t even want to think about returning to the castle even though you know you have to.

“Sorry, I’ll stop crushing you,” exhales Cormac eventually, sliding his leaking cock out of you and heaving himself over onto his back. The absence of his body makes you realise how warm and comfortable his dead weight was. 

“I didn’t mind. Hope the offer for your jumper still stands though.” You sit up and pull it over your head, and the smell of his aftershave on the cosy wool makes your skin tingle as it envelopes you.

“Looks better on you than me anyway.”

You draw your knees to your chest, looking out across the water. The sun has set and the only light comes from the small jar and the torchlit castle in the distance.

“Filch will have locked the front doors by now,” you think out loud.

“Fly to the astronomy tower, disillusionment charm to get us back to the common rooms - easy.”

“If I end up getting a detention and have to miss Quidditch practice I’ll kill you.”

“Yeah, I bet.”

“You’re uncharacteristically stoic, Cormac.” You turn to look at him, lying with his hands behind his head. You tenderly run your fingers through his hair, pushing it back. “What’s going on in that pretty little head?” You smile at him fondly.

“I’m all good.”

Oh. Your stomach drops. Was it bad for him? “Should I be worried?”

“No, I just -  I need to wait for the blood to return to my brain,” he says, staring up at the clear night sky.

“If you’re sure…”

“Otherwise I’d blurt out something very stupid. Like I was falling for you.”

“Well… I guess that would make us both idiots,” you sigh and grab the leftover marshmallows. He watches as you levitate a couple of them over the fire. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you smile and carefully send one of the marshmallows to hover above his face. “At least you didn’t blab it out when you were inside me like I almost did.”

“It was that good, eh?” He gives you a cocky smile before biting the marshmallow in mid-air. He regrets this immediately. “Ah- hot!” He sits bolt upright with his mouth open, full of the molten sugar burning his tongue, making him look considerably less cool than he was trying to be a second ago.

“I’ve changed my mind.” You say between giggles at his expense as he fans his open mouth. “I take it back.”

“Yeah, you wish,” he chuckles after he finally manages to choke down the marshmallow.

You don’t. 

You don’t wish to take anything back at all.

Chapter 8: Incendio

[fractiflos]

Here's some ideas for Heroes Week!

And here's the link to the idea list I did. You can also use these any future fics (or drawings).

Hikage leads his fellow vestiges (except they're alive here) on a weekend camping trip. We can only imagine the chaos

In honor of Third's name reveal he has to be the victim of some AU where the original work stars a guy named Bruce. Or put into the outfit of a guy named Bruce.

All For One gets turned into a rabbit and Yoichi finds him, thinks he's an ordinary rabbit, and takes him home to where he lives with Second. He then suffers having to watch his brother live a happy romantic life with coral head. Naturally, he tries to communicate who he really is to Yoichi, who remains oblivious. Unfortunately, Second picks it up instead. Shenanigans ensue.

The same AFO hates his brother's boyfriend(s) stuff, blah blah blah, except... AFO isn't Yoichi's brother.

It's En's birthday and nobody has any idea what to get him. They all scramble to get a good gift and learn a lot about him on the way.

AFO is the owner of Cat Yoichi. He's one of those super annoying rich cat owners who brags about their purebred cat and how he only gives him *Expensive food brand that's actually really good which makes him even more annoying* and stuff like that. Cat Yoichi is very much an indoors cat, but only because AFO wants him to be. If he had his way, he'd be outside exploring all day. Meanwhile, Second and Third are alley cats starving for food. They see Yoichi living a good life and scheme to try and get in.

Some sort of farming game AU. I say Animal Crossing, but that's only because it's the only farming game I have played. Hikage enjoys his peaceful life maintaining his vegetable garden, only for a ridiculously loud neighbor (Banjo) to choose to put his house right next to his. And for added fun, Toshinori is the mayor of One for All Isle

Nana competes in a cooking competition.

You know all those jokes about men figuring out they're going to have a kid because they start making dad jokes and stuff? Okay, now imagine that All Might starts doing that after he meets Midoriya... And AFO notices the sudden dad behavior.

AFO messes up while cutting his brother's hair and Yoichi has too try and hide it.

Genderbend! I put this on the last one, but I haven't seen a lot of genderbent 4-7 so I'm putting it here too.

According to the wiki, Banjo shaved his head. What circumstances would lead up to that?

It's almost Christmas which means it's time for the MISTLETOE TRAP TROPE!

Yoichi sees what a great match Inko would be for the Eighth and ropes everyone else into helping them get together. To make up for her being unfortunate enough to marry his brother.

Something for the Vault Breakers ship! Yoichi is losing his mind trying to get the two together, because no matter what, they seem to think any romance-like actions come from friendship. "You two SHOWER together?" "Well yeah, we're saving money." "You KISS each other?!" "Of course, we do, we're best friends."

Referring back to a certain birthday post I once made, Hikage is a librarian in a small village who fights back when an evil CEO tries to destroy the forest the village is built on.

Users 1-8 are turned into animals (you pick which) and Izuku is forced to take care of them.

There has to be a classic trope in here: Yoichi is struggling to make ends meet as he tries to achieve his dream of becoming a manga writer. There's no way he's going to his brother, but he needs money and fast. He decides to get a second job at the coffee shop next door to his apartment, and ends up serving some very interesting people. Including a mysterious (and handsome) spiky-haired man.

To refer to a meme I once made, En, Banjo, and Hikage babysit little Izuku.

Villain Second and Third.

I forgot to put this on the last one, but please tag me if you do use any of these. I want to see it!

[zahri-melitor]

New(ish) Comics (this is the best week of the month, no lie)

Batman – Santa Claus: Silent Knight #1: this is fun. I like the way Bruce and Damian are written together. I am annoyed Babs is out as Batgirl. I'm amused that Tim is very specifically excluded from the story that involves real Santa given he'd not be wondering 'ooh oooh is Santa real' like Dick is here.

Someone had better give Darkseid some coal, is all I can say.

Batman #139: …so we really are running Batman and Batman & Robin with contradictory plots right now. Cmon. There was even a way to finagle this so that Damian could be living with Bruce and have Zdarsky’s plot still work! Grump.

“I’m coming for you, Joker. I’m coming for all three of you. For the last time.” (actually there’s a printing error in this line and the letterer has ‘For the the last time’) I disbelieve this Zdarsky, sorry, though if you could figure out a way to get Joker out of the Bat books for a few years I think everyone would enjoy that.

Now that aside, I do want to note that apparently my decision to (re)read all of Henri Ducard’s appearances seems to have been prescient, given Zdarsky has just referred to ‘manhunting’, ‘training when I was young’ and ‘Paris’ all together. That’s Ducard. That trio is 100% Ducard. Sounds like I need to finish Henri Ducard’s post-2016 appearances, which I was delaying. So Batman: The Detective and Batman: The Knight are jumping up my reading list. (And a quick look at ‘Lucie Chesson’ says she’s from Batman: The Knight, so yep, gotta read)

Joker + dolls always makes me think of NML Endgame, personally.

Birds of Prey #3: Damn this continues to just be a solid read. Thompson keeps hitting yet another 'look I can be trusted' target every issue.

I could do with at least 30% less Harley commentary in this book, but I do acknowledge that at least half the team are unlikely to talk much in a combat situation. Future!Maps is cute and as I slowly approach Maps content I’m excited to meet her more. Also… SIN MY SWEETHEART. I have been waiting for this hug for SIXTEEN YEARS. (Literally. I was in DC fandom in 2007 when they were torn apart). Also loooooooooool Ollie got curbstomped by Diana, sucks to be you Ollie.

Blue Beetle #3: Oh I couldn’t help myself (in terms of how many panels I already posted), but Blue Beetle is doing such interesting things right now. Victoria’s finally being acknowledged on page as being super sus and villainous (rather than just slinking around being sus and concerning me deeply). I’m getting more and more worried about the identity of the Red Beetle. We got Traci back! Which from what I hear means that Trujillo is glossing over some of Traci’s recent characterisation, but we’ll see how this tracks (and in any case, re-establishing Jaime’s connections to the magic/dark side of DC via Traci is helpful if we’re about to do a Dan Garrett story).

Free my girl Dani Garrett if we’re doing a Dan Garrett storyline, she’s an autistic mildly amoral archaeologist and I desperately, DESPERATELY want to see her arguing with Victoria Kord over who ‘owns’ the scarab while Jaime’s standing in the middle going ‘excuse me nobody owns Khaji Da, it’s its own being! And my friend!’

Fire & Ice: Welcome to Smallville #3: hello Jimmy Olsen! Hello Turtle Jimmy lore! (I love how silly this book is. I do enjoy JLI stuff that doesn’t take itself seriously) I’m getting attached to a few of the new villains, particularly Linka Grodd.

Shazam! #5: MARY SIGHTING. Darla remains tiny and adorable and I love her too. This comic remains committed to ridiculous fun villains (and Waid and Mora have apparently been off raiding the ‘underused weird Silver Age villains’ list). Mr Dinosaur is an amazing addition to the canon. (And yes. Billy rebuilt the moon. Oh Shazam!) Also I see we are still back firmly in the ‘jealous Freddie’ plot that’s been hanging around for a while.

Warlord #25: this week we check back in with Tara, Mariah and Machiste. Grell’s done some fabulous art for the splash page that I really really like.

Travis is fighting *checks notes* snow giants as he's still too ashamed to come hang out with his friends and partner after the whole 'I killed Joshua' incident a few issues back. He's also cutting all sort of things with his Damascus Steel sword which I have to remind everyone and note is highly suspicious damascus steel, because it's made from a RIFLE and there is no way the type of steel used was able to be worked as damascene, given it likely was alloyed wrong.

I love Ashir here (the guy actually wearing clothes) as firstly, look! A rare appearance of someone with most of their skin covered! Secondly, Travis' burn of "I didn't know you had character".

Anyway, Travis is moping a bit here about being a lone warrior. You could go and hang out with your friends any time you want, Travis. You're the one who left, not them.

[aliceindaisychains999]

✨Ultimis Richtofen Things✨to Expect in a Relationship🧪🧸🇩🇪🌹

*All Richtofens in general are an enigma. They are layered with secrets and burdens one can’t bear to live with. Ultimis may appear very childish at times, yet he is so level-headed and methodical in his ways. He is a sensitive soul barricaded by layers of angst. For someone who claims to love pain, he can barely handle it on the receiving end.

*In the beginning, he really tries hard to pour on his charisma. Granted, he does truly feel happy with you! But he isn’t so sure how the cards align for the future. Happy achievements aren’t so common for him in the social department. So he figures to just “enjoy the ride while he still can”.

*But one day, you find him extremely stressed to a trembling state. He can’t even look at you. The voices told him not to. All of a sudden, he was acting much more mean-spirited than usual. A lot was happening to him inside. It didn’t excuse everything, but you felt awful to see him crumble. Despite how he treated you, you stayed there with him. You showed him the compassion that nobody else ever did. That alone is what changed everything for the better. Maybe blessings do exist after all.

Now that the heavier matters are out of the way, IT’S TIME FOR THE HAPPY STUFF YAAAAAY!

*With the two of you in an established relationship, he’s much calmer around you. You provide a sense of comfort for him. He would never admit it but he’s always longed for gentleness in his life. He just didn’t think he was worthy of it. Also, being a chaotic drama queen is funny.

*But you two are a power couple. When the going gets tough, you both will make it through.

*You are his pride and joy. His one and only. He will spoil you at the drop of a hat. Granted, he does have a big ego and it does need to be in check every now and then. But he otherwise does his absolute best to make you his priority.

*Very affectionate. Edward will not hesitate to show PDA because he treasures you so much. He’s also incredibly touch-starved. He loves wrapping his arms around you from behind. If you’re short enough, he rests his chin on top of your head. Cuddles and kisses must be scheduled daily.

*He never fails to make you laugh with witty one-liners throughout the day. He absolutely knows how to say the the right thing almost every time. Richtofen always immediately turns to you expecting to see you giggle at his antics.

*Now that I mention it, Richtofen learns that he enjoys making you happy way more than making others feel pain. The way your face lights up with exuberant joy makes him feel happy too. It’s best expressed through acts of service, physical touch and quality time. Richtofen’s playful spirit is also quite helpful if he’s feeling it.

*Please please PLEASE annoy Dempsey with him!! It’s funny, ja?! He’ll persuade you reasons to join in the banter on his side. It also helps to know you’ll be able to find comebacks if the marine is able to hurt Richtofen’s feelings a bit too much. The look on that stupid American’s face is priceless. I HATE YOU DEMPSEY (totally not written by Richtofen)

*In his words, he likes to “stir the pot” when it comes to drama. So you also are talked into driving the others crazy. Either by him suddenly trying to make out of nowhere or by taking the crawlers out for a walk on a leash. Just outright ridiculous stunts.

Nikolai: WHAT HAPPENED TO THE DOG?!

Richtofen: It don’t bite :)

Nikolai: YES IT DO-

*Dr.Richtofen is a scientist first and foremost. So you often follow him to the lab/his work place to keep him company. If you aren’t observing his work, then you’re helping him so as long as it doesn’t involve you getting hurt. Perhaps he’ll consider engraving your name to your own Wundewaffe-DG2 to own.

*If the apocalypse ends/if this is a modern au timeline, he hopes to do everything with you. He is more excited to see the world with you by his side. Whether it be attending events or going to a night on the town, he is happy to appreciate the good in the world. Side note: I think he would enjoy watching theatre shows/plays. He did once quote that he considered being on the stage at some point in his life.

*Somehow, he will find a way to drag you into trouble with him. The only rabbit of betrayal planned for you is to trick you into giving him what he wants. He will find a way to gain ultimate power of the Aether while still keeping you alive.

*He’s not exactly a guard dog but he knows how to protect you in his own way. Usually he does things in the background so the perpetrator won’t notice any traps until it’s too late. Unless it’s more direct immediate danger, which then he’ll make a scene. You will always have someone who looks out for you to stay safe or to feel better if you’re getting picked on in any way. Did I mention he hisses?

*I’m not going to ignore his horny talk. He unexpectedly enjoys the much sweeter intimacy more, but he does love to get *ahem* primitive. Especially with you. And he has a very high drive so have fun with that. But you may want to tell him no to adding any zombies to the mix.

*Nicknames for you include, but are not limited to: Liebchen, meine liebe, schmoopy boo, schmoopy, engel, dearest sunflower, Aether King/Queen, mäuschen

*Edward does engage in a lot of intelligent conversation with you. You’re the only one that truly cares to listen. It isn’t always about his work at Group 935 or physics rants. But the two of you learn a lot from each other through various topics.

*He is very eccentric most of the time. But when you’re alone, it feels surreal to see him as a completely different person. The way Edward has this sehnsucht in his eyes. He feels safe being around you. He does surprise you with a quiet, tenderhearted waltz to a nearby record. Or maybe it’s the way he hugs you and kisses the top of your head.

*Either way, he always keeps it interesting. You never know if today will be a calm Richtofen or a zany scientist. But you know you wouldn’t trade him for the world❤️💙

[macravishedbymactavish]

Logan Walker x F!Reader

TW for swearing, typical COD violence, everyone is traumatized after the events of the canon Ghosts ending, description of injury.

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Chapter 04

"Quick in and out, grab our correspondent and go," you heard Merrick explain to your team, knowing he was getting varied responses.

You were uneasy, feeling a weight inside your heart. Nobody was ready for this. It was too soon. But this needs to be done.

Keegan had gotten a briefing earlier on today, leaving him less concerned but still nervous. Considering this was the second rescue mission in under 3 months.

Hesh was cold, jaw set tight as he listened to the plan. Eyes studying the maps and diagrams. A piece of your heart chipped away, knowing he was both terrified and determined this mission. His first mission since Logan's capture.

You sat in the medical wing, legs crossed in the chair beside the bed. It was your turn as the best friend (or "Hesh Duty" as Kick once called it, only to be batted upside the head by a "not mad, but disappointed" Merrick for saying it). The physical injuries healing rather well, the emotional....not so much. Not that anyone could blame him.

"This is ridiculous, why am I still here?" Hesh groaned, walking back to the bed. "I'm able to walk around, and take care of myself. Why am I wasting a bed?" You bit the inside of your cheek, both of you knew why he was still admitted.

It was rather irresponsible to discharge him with the amount of night terrors he was still experiencing.

It scared the shit out of you the first time it happened. It was exactly a week after everyone was given the news that Hesh's survival from the accident was more than probable. You had been staying the night, the deep rooted fear that you would lose him too rooted into your chest. You knew from when you met Logan that Hesh was part of the package. A buy one get one free deal. Take it or leave it. Logan later admitted after a year into your relationship that he was terrified you would be annoyed by the close relationship between them. Considering they are polar opposites. You found it charming, heartwarming how the two would lay their lives down for the other (and eventually you as well). You had found a soulmate and best friend with the brothers.

You had been sleeping, when a bang startled you awake. Heart racing, you shot up glancing around the dark room for the source of the sound -- hearing a struggle in the far corner. Turning on the lamp you felt tears begin pouring down your cheeks when you saw him. Hands shaking in fists, pressed against the wall as he fought the demons in his head. The broken picture on the floor giving you hints as to what the bang was.

"David...what's going on" you whispered, walking up behind him slowly. Being mindful to make your presence known. "Hey." You were now beside him, watching tears pour down his cheeks as he started hyperventilating.

"You son of a bitch. Leave him alone" he growled through gritted teeth, followed by a scream of his brothers name. You felt your chest tighten, hearing the nurses come into the room to investigate the yelling. You backed up, watching as they guided him back to his bed. Your eyes widened at the crimson spot soaking through the gown.

"I'm so sorry, we need you to leave for now while we clean this up," one of the nurses started, giving you a knowing look. All the staff understood what your team had gone through, why this room was always full of people during the day.

"No." You heard a raw voice interupt. "Please, let her stay" His eyes now focused on you, tears still pouring out. Without hesitation you were at his side again, fingers intertwined in silent comfort as they cleaned the wound on his chest and applied new stitches. Listening as the doctor explained what night terrors were, and that they were going to prescribe medication nightly to prevent this from happening at least until his stitches healed fully.

"I was there again," Hesh mumbled, the drugs they gave, starting to kick in about 15 minutes later. "I was at the beach," his voice broke, green eyes filled with pain. You listened silently, willing yourself not to cry again.

"Every night I've been back there. Thinking we won, it was over. Then he's suddenly taken away again and I can't do anything about it". His blinks became longer as he started dozing off. "It should have been me. Dad and Logan are both gone and it's all because of me" was the last sentence he mumbled before finally falling into a drug induced sleep.

It was the first and last time he told you anything about that day.

"We need 2 for the close quarters. Keegan will be overwatch"

Hesh opts in, you feel Logan terrified in the corner. You were the only one he told about wanting out of this life. Whether it be fear of the consequences, or feeling like a traitor - he didn't say and you didn't pry. Soon the rest of the team followed Hesh's gaze; all eyes on Logan. Watching and waiting for a response. The quiet debate in the room: the mission is easy, but is he ready?

If I lose all my skill... everyone will be safe if they find me.

The words echoed in your head, so loud that you almost didn't hear yourself volunteer to work alongside Hesh for this.

Almost.

"Okay. Wheels up will be in 4 days - it's our first mission back as a team in over a couple of months. Train while you can, and make sure you're fit for duty here. No shame in taking more time if you need it, " Merrick finished.

You were on your way out of the meeting room after discussing the plan in further detail when you felt a hand catch your arm and pull you aside.

"What was that?" Logan softly snapped, expression clearly concerned. You were confused and quite frankly annoyed at his attitude. While you loved him more than words could describe, snapping at you for no good reason wasn't going to fly.

"I'm getting back to work. To make sure the training doesn't go to waste and to leave the world a little bit better, " you whispered back, being a bit more harsh than you intended. "Why are you so mad about it? My arm is fine, and this needs to be done. Hesh, Keegan and I will be fine." You pulled your arm back, trying to catch his gaze. Which he was making a point to avoid.

No, your heart sunk. Watching his change in demeanor.

We were doing so good.

"You don't.....nevermind. Good luck on the mission, " he deadpanned, turning and walking down the hall. Leaving you in a confused, frustrated state.

What just happened?

Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @ai-luni

[shrewtia]

BLOOD SOAKED SAND

// GYOKKO ONESHOT //

CONTENT : Gyokko's last moments before being turned into a demon

WARNINGS : graphic content

This sucked, he thought. Everything about this sucked. Even though the sun gleamed in the clear sky, he couldn't feel it's warmth on his skin. In fact, his skin felt incredibly cold. And underneath that icy skin the flesh felt unbearably hot. His clothes were soaked, but he couldn't discern in which parts it was sweat or blood.

How long was he laying there already? Definitely over five hours. But that didn't matter to him. He just wanted it to be over. He didn't want to die.

He just wanted the pain to go away. At first, he hadn't felt much. The shock had numbed everything. But after maybe an hour he had started to feel it. It was difficult to describe. A throbbing pain. Somehow as if his body was ripping itself apart in all the spots they had stabbed him. That sensation had mixed with the nausea which had overcome him shortly after. But after some time even that faded. The sickness now gave way to irritation.

A deep hatred settled in his chest. He hated every villager who had walked past him. Who had seen him lying in his own blood, struggling. He hated all of them. It was them. They were the cruel ones. Violent and stupid. He hadn't done anything wrong.

He had been at the beach, collecting stuff like seashell and such. He had examined the body of a dead fish when they had attacked him, stabbing him over and over.

Why did he need to suffer just because some stupid parents couldn't take care of their even more stupid child? That child. That dumb, annoying little piece of shit. They all were. Irritating pests. The kid only got what he deserved. That's what they all deserved for harassing and ridiculing him all the time.

Before he could engage any further in the agitation, he felt his chest tightening and an uncomfortable tickling and burning at the back of his throat. He started coughing and instantly blood spilled from his mouth. The involuntary movements hurt like hell, so he tried to suppress them. However, that led to only more coughing and more pain.

Only minutes later his body finally relaxed, and he slightly opened his eyes again, the bright sun making his head hurt.

Again, time passed painfully slow. At some point he could tell that sunset was about to arrive. His vision was blurry, but he could see a figure approaching him. Judging from the small silhouette it was a child.

Confused he watched them come closer. He tried to make out more details, but his eyes hurt so much that the pain was pulsing into his skull. The child, a girl it seemed, was hesitant. She watched him as he was laying in his blood, skin pale as that of a ghost by now. He only looked back at her with tired eyes. Maybe she wanted to help him, but he very well knew that every effort to care for his injuries would have been in vain.

Another surge of cramps and coughing overcame him. The girl ran away.

Why? Why did nobody help him? Why did everyone have that seemingly innate aversion towards him?

He was always ostracized by the whole village. For what? Collecting fish carcasses. What was so wrong about that? He never hurt anyone. Sure, sometimes he could be a bit annoying and his fascination weirded people out. But why did they always treat him like that? Ever since the death of his parents, the people had started to look at him differently.

Every day, he was met with those stares. And all the whispering too. He had only been a child and yet everyone had looked at him as if they already knew what would happen. As if what he did... today... had already been set in stone.

He didn't want to admit it. It had always been too painful to think about it for long. But right now, the thought was more inescapable than ever.

I am lonely.

He didn't say it out loud. He couldn't. Moving was too painful. But the thought was very clear in his head.

I am lonely. Why am I always alone? Why does nobody ever want to be around me?

The thoughts were simple. Innocent. Like that of a child.

Admitting it didn't make it less painful. And he immediately regretted it. He didn't want to be vulnerable. Surely, the people were laughing at how pathetic he was. Dying slowly. Alone.

The anger was about to return. His frustration over the unfairness of all of this. And the hate towards the people that treated him like some disgusting thing.

But something weird happened. He felt something cold on his cheek. Was it the cool breeze? No... It felt... like a hand...

His vision was completely blurry by now, so when he tried to look up, he could only make out the vague shape of a person sitting next to him. They were stroking his face. Even weirder, they seemed to emit a dark glow. Like they weren't really there.

But he wasn't scared. Quite the contrary. He felt... safe. Secure. He knew this person.

It had been so long he had forgotten what her face had looked like. All these years, only the image of her damaged body had been burned into his memory. From the moment when he saw the decaying corpses of his parents washed ashore. But right now, she didn't look like a corpse.

He couldn't make out her face, but he knew she was smiling. And so was he.

With affection dripping from her fingers, she gently caressed his face. Her very touch brushed away everything unpleasant. The anger, the irritation, the fear.

It didn't matter if she was only a halluzination. Right now, he wasn't alone.

Time passed more quickly. The sun was setting behind his mother, light glimmering around her like a spirit, making the pain in his head disappear. Her voice came to him more like a feeling, calling his name. Managi. The name she had given him.

Pleasant drowsiness overcame him. The sound of the waves sounding almost like a lullaby. Slowly, his consciousness was pulled away like sand in the current.

Within a second, the tranquility was swept away by unbearable pain. Like lightning shooting through his body. Poison forcing its way through his blood vessels, digging into his flesh.

Unable to control his movements, his body convulsed. Any thought was ripped from his mind as his body was torn apart.

Just as quickly as the pain had come, it ebbed away.

Something had changed. He had changed. All the wounds were gone. There was no pain. He felt awfully good in his body. And despite it being dark, he could see perfectly well. Better than he had ever seen before.

He felt powerful. Vitality pulsing through him, like divinity flowing from his skin.

As he stood up without any difficulties, his limbs feeling light like feathers, he noticed the other person standing in front of him.

Glowing red eyes were looking down on him as the first thoughts took shape.

It was as if his mind had been rinsed out. No memories, no knowledge of where he was. No name. As his gaze shifted towards a village nearby, hate overcame him. A loathing, uprooted from any memory. And with it came a certain hunger.

[nancydrewwouldnever]

This is going to sound like a rant because well it's a rant and I'm getting the worst colds in my life this month and I'm under the effect of powerful meds lmao

First things first. Thank you so much for sharing the beautiful ❤️ picture of your sweetest bestest boy Billy, and very sorry for your loss.

Then, been reading your last posts as well as the one from yesterday (?) about mourning the image Chris had sold and i can't agree more but i have my own take. I hadn't been a fan for long, started around 2019, i never cared about cap or marvel, came to like him because he seemed a decent actor and not too problematic (had heard about his philandering, fuckboi ways, knew about minka & jenny, etc etc) and tbh it's not only the disney pr machine, his interviews where he parrots about wanting a wife and kids without actually doing anything conducive to that, or my own delusions (i don't think too highly of myself lol I'm not a raging beauty or anything special so of course I thought a peasant like myself would never have a chance with Captain all american internet bf), but there were people inside the fandom who were also hardcore promoting that image of him, that he was essentially a nice guy who was looking for stability. I believed those tall tales. I found the lily james stuff annoying already but stuck around. Enters instagram. All i see is young girls (I'm on the older side, therefore too old for grandpa evans) going nuts about likes and follows. Didn't really pay too much attention, i wanted to believe he was better than this. Then along comes Alba. A literal nobody -for reference I'm typing this from Europe, yeah no one knows her here- and all the assumptions i had made about him come crumbling down. She's an unknown and untalented 'actress' who dropped out of hs, not tall or particularly beautiful and the only thing she's good at is looking younger than her actual age and also taking off her clothes. It sounds ridiculous and parasocial yup but there were a couple nights i couldn't sleep because one of my faves had become a total joke in my eyes. I'm staying not even for the dragging but for people like you, maddy, ginger, mar and the female friendships i made on here and insta. I'm repulsed by him. I think he's the typical creep who once they turn 40 they start chasing the young ones to relive their glory days. He'll never find the love he claims to want, cuz prob he doesn't really want it. It's obvious he hasn't grown a bit not even after Slate. He hasn't learned a single thing, about himself, women, life... He'll remain stunted. And i agree with what you're saying about his self-esteem, but he's said arrogance is his biggest flaw so I do think now his 'pissiness' w the fandom and why he doesn't anything only trollba dumps is because he's somehow mad his fans didn't fall for his shit this time, girls found her nasty roles and photoshoots and let's be honest i doubt his hollywood colleagues are impressed with his sugar baby. I don't think he'll ever change or get therapy, which is sad. And i also have the feeling he only went public with this chick because his fans once again caught him with the hand in the cookie jar. So he's still trying to sell that he's a great serious committed bf. Who flies you back in economy, draws stuff on your chin and records you while he makes you look stupid. Sorry for the length of this, i needed to vent

Personally, I don't think it's a hand in the cookie jar situation (because that cookie jar was breadcrumbed from for months before the first NYE trip took place), but don't know exactly how to explain the whole mess.

[trainsinanime]

With regards to Chloé

I am enjoying the back-and-forth about Chloé on my dash, even through all the tangents, but I also feel like it isn’t actually that obscure.

Chloé is an abuser. She is callously cruel to anyone she can. And she is that way because she desperately wants the approval of her mother, who is also a callously cruel abuser. Chloé is both a perpetrator and a victim at the same time.

I don’t think that’s really in doubt, the question is just which part you focus on. This is mostly up to you, as the show doesn’t have a consistent tone here. Chloé is placed on very different points of the “ridiculous villain” to “poor little meow-meow” scale depending on what each episode needs. 

Somewhere around 95% of the debates here discuss facts that happened in episodes when they should really discuss the tone of the episodes. Chloé was portrayed as downright evil. Then Chloé was portrayed as confused and insecure, using evil to hide that. Then Chloé was cruel and selfish again. Then she was heroic. And then she was confused again, and then she was cruel again. Which of this is the true Chloé, and which of this is an aberration? Well, all and none of them. The show picks the facet of Chloé it needs per episode. And you get to project your own feelings onto her, of course.

The part where she’s given the bee miraculous is a good example of that. Chloé is objectively heroic during that phase. She’s a good fighter. She’s also selfish, and she’s being heroic for selfish reasons. There’s two options here: Either you say her heroism doesn’t count because she’s selfish. Or her selfish heroism is the first step to becoming a full-on hero. Either fits, and different episodes will lead you to very different answers, depending on whether we focus on her trying to protect Sabrina (a little bit), or the nonsense with her bee signal. I think those two parts are a consistent characterisation, but they’re tonally completely at odds. Which part you latch on to is largely up to you personally.

Apart from that, I also think there’s confusion around the term “redemption”. Whether Chloé was ever on something at least paralleling a redemption arc depends largely on how you define that, but nobody ever does, as if “redemption”, “good” or “evil” were simple obvious concepts. Very annoying.

I would argue that there is absolutely a plausible way to read the path Chloé is on as a redemption arc if you want to (but also you don’t have to). But it isn’t a redemption arc like Zuko from ATLA. Seriously, stop comparing her to him. Yes, we all love him, but both the show and his character are constructed completely differently right from the start. 

The character you should be comparing Chloé to is Cordelia Chase from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. She’s functionally exactly the same character: Rich bitch, an occasional obstacle for the non-magical part of the plot, and here to deliver casually cruel one-liners. Chloé is more extreme/cartoonish, but they’re really just the same girl.

And Cordelia does get what could be described as a redemption arc: She becomes a part of the team, helps with fighting monsters, dates Xander for no discernible reason, gets transferred to a spin-off show, and then gets done absolutely dirty by that. Throughout the show, she becomes gradually much nicer, leaves her toxic girl crew and so on. However, for a really long time, she also stays a bit shallow, materialistic, and sometimes cruel, and it takes a long time for her to really admit she likes the other members of her gang. Her cruelty at that point is largely played for laughs, though.

That is a conceivable path for Chloé to take. Not Zuko, she doesn’t have any of his sincerity. By now it’s clear that she is not going to do it exactly like Cordelia did, at least not the easy way. But there is a reason why folks don’t see “she’s a high-school bully” and “she can be redeemed even without becoming super-nice” as mutually exclusive.

The real problem for me remains that the show isn’t really great at anything that isn’t Love Square adorableness, and Chloé’s arc is one of the main victims of that. Most of the time, it just doesn’t happen at all. But that’s a whole other thing.

Chloé is evil. Chloé could be better. Which side you focus on is up to you, because the show certainly doesn’t keep a consistent tone when it comes to her.

[thedeluluverse]

Author’s Note: Okay so I didn’t plan on making ‘Melting’ a 2 parter, but I got carried away so decided to make the backstory separate from the current day couple. It helps to read this before ‘Melting’ but isn’t completely necessary. Should be releasing the main ‘Melting’ by Wednesday

Summary: After a decade of being separated from your best friend, you decide to have some fun for once. You weren’t expecting everything you got but you aren’t complaining!

Pairing:  idol! Jimin x bff!f!reader.

Rating: 18+

Genre: smut, fluff, friends to lovers, oneshot, slight angst?

Word Count: 2,379

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI  penetrative sex, clit play, slight feelings of abandonment, mentions of bullying

You have been friends with Jimin since middle school, watching him graduate, become an idol, and rise to immense stardom, all while staying the sweet, thoughtful boy you met at one of the loneliest times of your life. Your family moved to Korea when you were about 12 because it meant a fantastic opportunity for your dad's new business.

While you were excited to travel and have new experiences, you were still extremely nervous and annoyed that you had to leave the new friends you had made last school year. Regardless, you did your best to keep an open mind to the potential of good things!

Very quickly, you wanted nothing more than to be in the States. The mean girls at your new school were ruthless and made the popular girls at your old school look like mice. Though you weren’t at the peak of fitness, you still weren’t overweight and were happy in your body until now. Over in Korea, your classmates acted like being over 90 lbs. was a mortal sin and would ridicule you to no end for the tiniest little thing.

One day, you had run away to a dark corner of the gym to cry and hide from the little jerks. During your sob, you heard the doors open but paid no mind. Until you heard classical music playing. You look up and see the most graceful person you've ever seen. You had recognized the boy as being a grade above you and quite often was on the receiving end of bullying from the jocks and wealthier boys.

You always wanted to step in and help since you knew how awful the kids there could be but were too shy. As you watched him, you became entranced with his movements, fluid and natural like you'd never witnessed. Little did you know, he saw you the whole time but recognized that you were trying to avoid attention, so he focused on honing his self-made routine.

After 15 more minutes, he shuts off the music and walks toward you. You are frozen as he's caught you looking at him, and you don't know if he wanted an audience or if he would find you creepy; you didn't need any more enemies here.

He squats down and says, "Annyeong, I'm Jimin! What did you think?" you shake your head, surprised that he isn't upset at all, and reply, "Nice to meet you; I'm y/n, and my family just moved here from the States. I don't know much about that style of dance, but I thought it looked great!”.

He chuckles sheepishly, not expecting such a strong response, then says, "Oh, um…thanks! It's how I express myself when I can't find the words or I have nobody that would listen anyway.” “Well, it's beautiful! Why don't you participate in the talent show that's coming up? You can dance, and based on the humming I've heard from you, I'd be willing to bet you have a wonderful voice, too!".

Jimin is full-on blushing at this point but just shakes his head and explains that not only does he have stage fright, but not even his parents know about his love for dancing as he's worried they would disapprove. Plus, at this school, the boys are split into jocks and gay (only because they don't wholly align or agree with the jocks, btw), and he doesn't need to give his bullies any more ammo.

You frown at the thought of talent like that being hidden away, so you take one for the team for the sake of evenness. "Jimin, how about if I enter it too!? I can draw a detailed picture in the allotted time; now I have anxiety, so if you face your fear, I will, too! Friends don't let each other struggle alone, right?

He agrees, and a handshake leads to a month of y'all preparing together and critiques and confidence-building exercises. All of that led to you both tying for 1st place and began a wonderful friendship where you watched each other grow up and continued to help each other throughout high school.

That all changed at graduation. Suddenly, you were magnets with the same charge, and he couldn't get far enough away from you. You tried asking multiple times what was wrong or teasing him that he had a secret girlfriend, but that only made him angrier, to the point of walking to get his diploma and immediately leaving town.

You figured that was the explanation once you found out about his becoming an idol. He was anxious about going and leaving all of you and just didn't cope with it well. You were still hurt, but at least he was doing what he loved, and you were immensely proud of him!

Fast forward 5 years, and you finally can go to one of their concerts. You wouldn't hold up a "Remember Me?" sign despite your friend's suggestions. You simply wanted to support your friend, and while you missed him, you knew he led a hectic life and, more than likely, barely had time for friends.

Plus, your face had matured, grown out your hair, and gotten more in shape but still maintained your thiccy status, so you doubted he would be able to pick you out of a crowd even with a sign!

Well, surprise of all surprises, he did recognize you. Still, you had no clue until a member of his team caught up with you as you were about to leave the venue and directed you towards a secret path backstage because "Mr. Park wants to speak with you." You are confused, nervous, and excited all at the same time. It had been years since you had seen Jimin, and his abrupt departure still stung.

When you enter his dressing room, his eyes widen, and you both blush. He looks impressive, flushed from the concert and trying to catch his breath in a simple t-shirt and joggers. "Y/n, is that you? I'm going to feel like the biggest baby if I'm mistaken, but I had to know." You gulp nervously and just nod your head, awaiting his reaction.

He breaks out into the biggest grin and captures you in the world's tightest embrace. All of the emotions swirling within you can't help but be released at the physical contact you craved for so long.

When he can tell you are crying, he backs away and holds one shoulder while wiping your tears from your cheek with his other hand. "Woah, y/n, what's wrong? Do I smell that bad?". You can't help but giggle at this but manage to shake your head to reassure him.

Failing several times at speaking and not crying, he instructs his driver to take you two to a late-night café; he needs caffeine after the concert, and he knows that a good hot chocolate will also be of service to you. You spend 3 hours in that café explaining your breakdown to him and him verifying your theory of why he just disappeared.

He was thrilled to become an idol, but he didn't want to face telling his best friend goodbye, so he took the cowardly route. All is mended and very quickly, you are hanging out with the guys, or he is coming to visit you at work, and it feels just like the old days.

That is, until movie night. Jimin had told you about a monthly movie night at the communal house that the guys had started years ago to hang out together and relax.

You said it sounded fun and told him to say hi to the guys for you! He then sheepishly admits that it is a good time, but it'd be better if you could make it; there is no pressure, but he wanted you there if possible.

It’s been a minute since you did something fun like this, so you agree and pack an overnight bag in case he is too tired to bring you home afterward. About halfway through the movie, he changes seats and goes next to you after excusing himself to the bathroom.

When you ask him why the change of scenery, he makes up something about Tae manspreading too much, and he felt claustrophobic. You don't completely buy it, but you won’t turn away his shoulder as a headrest.

After the credits roll, you turn towards Jimin to gauge if you are crashing or if he will bring you home. The moment your head turns, his lips are on yours; it was not a long kiss, but you felt his intense passion.

He breaks away with you, still in shock, and feels instantly guilty for springing it on you, "Y/n, I'm so sorry. I just ugghhh… I've liked you for a while now, and I couldn't help it anymore, but I'm sorry, and I hope I don't lose you again please say something….anything".

You start giggling while staring off, trying to process everything that happened. Not only does your best friend like you as you do them, but they also just kissed you and think that it could have a negative effect on you.

Gently placing your hand on his knee, you look him in the eye and reply, "Jimin, you have nothing to worry about, alright? I like you too, and while the kiss was sudden, it was certainly nothing to feel guilty about, okay?". Your eyes dart from his to the floor a couple times as you await his response.

He wraps you up in a hug so full of relief that you tear up for him; afterward, you initiate the kiss, and this one morphs into a decade-long release of repressed emotions.

Very quickly, you find yourself straddling his lap with both of you shirtless. Telling that things are about to progress, Jimin says, "Y/n, I want you so bad, but is this a good idea? I can't be a typical boyfriend with my schedule, and I don't want to hurt you or our friendship."

Thoughtfully, you look down, biting your lip, then after a short pause, reply, "Look, I know you're busy, and it won't hurt the friendship, okay? It can be an added perk if you're okay with it." You weren't entirely thrilled about the idea, but you had dreamed of this for too long and would be damned for this opportunity to be blocked right now.

He looks at you and verifies that this is what you want; internally, he is not thrilled at not having labels either but will take what he can get at this point. After a mutual understanding nod, he flips you over on the couch and strips you both down to nothing. After bringing you to three climaxes just from his tongue, he runs to his room to grab a condom.

Upon returning, he ensures you are ready by warming you up a bit by rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb. This doesn't take long, and your walls are pulsing around him; finally, after countless dreams of what you'd feel like around him, you cum simultaneously, and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

Once you've both caught your breath, he cleans you up, and y'all change and cuddle in his bed until late morning. Upon waking, you are both reminiscing about the night before, and you are starry-eyed, saying how happy he makes you and hoping you did the same for him. "Of course, y/n, I couldn't be happier." "Okay, good Jiminssi, me neither!" "God, I love you…shibal.. y/n I-"

His apology is cut short when you launch forward, tackling him and peppering his face with kisses, "Jimin Park, you better not apologize, or I’ll be angry. Now kiss me." He does, and while y'all catch your breath after a few minutes, you lean your forehead against his and whisper, "Oh, and in case it wasn't obvious, I love you too."

Right after this moment, Hobi walks in to awaken Jimin but sees you and instantly rushes one hand to his eyes and the other to his chest, "Aish y/n, I didn't know you were still here. I'm sorry to intrude. Are you not feeling well? I know how protective Jimin gets when you are sick." Jimin groans and rubs the bridge of his nose, "Hobi hyung, we are both fully clothed. You can open your eyes, and she isn't sick; she is my girlfriend."

He replies with a smile punctuating his sentence, and you grin teary-eyed that this is happening; the grin is cut short by Hobi's flopping onto the bed in excitement and lightly slapping you and Jimin's legs, babbling about how great this is and happy he is for y'all. Quickly, the rest of the guys gather to see the commotion and are equally excited but give both of you space.

After about an hour of them hanging around and interrogating y'all about your backstory and what happened between the movie and now for this significant change to occur, they leave you to relax in your new relationship. "Jimin, I know you are busy, so I won’t expect you to hang out all the time or take me on loads of dates or anything, okay? You are stressed enough, and I don’t want to add to it.”

He chuckles and cups your cheek, "Y/n, you could never stress me out. You are right. I am quite busy these days. However, I will continue to make time for you. When I said that earlier, I was just worried about you not feeling the same or allowing my feelings to be felt. For one, we can still do all the hangouts we do now. I am simply doing them with my girlfriend now, so that's pretty great! Plus I will take you on dates and everything. I need to make up for lost time. What I said at the cafe was true, but I also was scared of my feelings, and if you "accused" me of having a secret girlfriend one more time, I was going to lose it and confess. The point is, you melted my heart from day one, and now it's time I show you how much I adore you forever."

STAY TUNED FOR “MELTING”

COMING WEDNESDAY!

[anonymous-dentist]

pov: this multicolored noodle runs up to you and yells i hardly know 'er!!! and then falls over laughing. it is 9 in the morning. you are cgeorge. you are going back to sleep

Somebody help c!George he wants a nap. So does Noodle Boy.

-

George wakes up shortly after sunrise. He can hear the faint sound of grasshoppers through the tightly-shut windows of his bedroom, and the distant, familiar clanging of metal as someone pounds away on an anvil. Probably Sapnap. Gods know Karl doesn't have the patience to even look at an anvil, much more content to steal a sword off of someone's corpse and wave it around like a stick. Or he'd just use a stick.

George grimaces and scrubs a hand over his face. His mouth tastes like sand. His hand is freezing cold. There's a faint red mark on the back in the shape of someone else's palm, much larger than his hand, and much smoother. George knows just how smooth that hand was, and how tight it held his as its owner pulled him around his dreamscape pointing out his and Sapnap and Dream's old haunts with a gleeful, wrathful smile hidden under a painfully-familiar blank mask.

Punishment, XD had said. But both He and George know that He could never actually punish George. He's kind of a pussy, and a huge one at that.

George groans and rolls onto his side, squeezes his eyes shut. He doesn't want to be awake right now. He was- okay, he wasn't having a very good time, actually, but at least he had someone to talk to. If he was to walk downstairs now, he would be greeted with an empty kitchen and an empty nation. Has it ever been anything different?

He can say one thing about Kinoko: the perfumed scent of dying flowers is thick enough to make him choke when he dares go outside. And he doesn't want to lose a lung, because asthma is cringe and so 2018. So he lies in bed, and he tries to fall back asleep. He can almost feel a hand in his hair and he can almost hear a voice saying "Not now" and he can almost hear a different voice saying "I'm waiting", but all of that is ridiculous. He doesn't see things. He isn't...

The door downstairs is kicked open. George groans and covers his exposed ear with a hand. Heavy footsteps up the stairs, pausing in front of George's door, then hesitantly continued past George's room to the hall closet. There's a patter of rain on the roof. Must be getting an umbrella, then.

George likes the rain. He is the only one of his friends that does. It is for that reason and that reason only that he pulls himself from his bed with shaky legs and weak arms and stumbles across the room to open the windows. Curtains first; he practically hisses as the first natural light he's seen in almost six months hits his face. It's still dark-ish out thanks to the clouds and the rain, but he can still make out a Sapnap-shaped silhouette dashing out from George's house to someplace over the horizon in the vague direction of Las Nevadas. Huh. Wonder what that's about.

Whatever. Not George's problem.

Every time he wakes up after one of his longer spells, his body is weaker than he left it. It takes a lot of energy to dream like he does, XD says, but George is pretty sure that He's full of shit. If He's anything like the guy He stole His face from, He has to be. He's annoying. George wants to stay awake, actually, now that he thinks about it. The trees outside are finishing regaining their leaves, and the flowers in the beds along the streets are in bloom. Kinoko is beautiful. Of course it is. George lives in it. Everything he touches is beautiful, humble brag.

His stomach grumbles. Right. Yuck. He prefers when he's dreaming. Then, he doesn't need to eat. Some magic bullshit, whatever. He doesn't question it. (Maybe he should.)

Is he dreaming now? He doesn't feel like it. But...

But he still stumbles downstairs to the kitchen, braced against the wall to keep himself from embarrassing himself on the way. He's cool. He's so cool, actually, fuck whoever's watching.

(Nobody is watching. He is alone, and it is eerily the same as his dreams are these days. Only here, there's no masked god passive aggressively flirting with him. George doesn't know if that's a plus or a minus.)

He grabs a loaf of bread from the basket on the counter and shoves it into his mouth as he searches the cupboards for a bottle of water. Coffee. Hell, he'll even take Karl's disgusting gross interdimensional energy drinks (what the hell is a "Monster", anyway?)

The door to the house opens again. George ignores it. It's probably Sapnap. George can handle a Sapnap Sneak Attack.

"What the... George?"

Ooooor it can be Karl. Weird. George hasn't seen Karl in... a while. How long has it been? Last he remembers, George killed him after some bullshit about time travel. Wait, no. That didn't... but did it...?

George turns around, fully expecting to see a white hoodie and-slash-or a ghost, but he stops short when he has to crane his head back to take in all three blocks of Karl Jacobs. Ah. It's one of those days, then.

George takes the bread out of his mouth and holds it awkwardly in one hand, the other bracing himself against the wooden counter.

"Karl," he coolly says. "Good morning."

It's always weird to see Karl in what George has personally decided to call Gummy Mode. Gummy Karl is stretchy. He is colorful. He is, in fact, headache inducing. He smiles down at George with eyes that literally sparkle like stars, mouth a solid void of white, and George has a headache, now. Great. Been up half an hour, already has a migraine.

"You're up!" Karl cheers.

He runs across the small kitchen in only two strides and pulls George into a tight hug. His arms wrap around George two full times before stopping. George can't breathe, but he doesn't know if it's because of the air being choked out of him or from the shock of Karl walking around outside as a bipedal noodle. He never does that. It makes him self-conscious, one of the few things to be able to do so. He likes looking as human as the rest of them. It makes him feel more welcome. George knows this. He accepts this. How could he not? Dream doesn't even have a face under his mask most days. George himself changes eye color depending on the season. Even if the most human of them is Quackity most days, it's not George's place to judge.

But here Karl is, Gummy and Noodle and Tall. Just how much has George missed?

"Hello," George says. "Hi. Put me down. Now."

Karl puts him down and steps back, arms wiggling back to a more normal proportion. His hands rest on George's shoulders.

George notices that he's still wearing both rings. Oh, thank the gods, he does not think that he could deal with a moping Karl right now.

"You've missed so much," Karl says. "Like did you know that Dream apparently escaped from prison?"

George takes in a sharp breath and lets it out very slowly, very calmly, he is very calm about this information. He knew it. Of course he knew it.

"I know," he very calmly says.

"And, uh... that's it, honestly."

That can't be it. It can't. There has to be something else that has to have happened. It's been, what, eight months since the escape? Something has to have happened.

Karl's... well, where he would have eyebrows folds together like he's furrowing eyebrows he doesn't have. Does he even know he isn't human-y?

"There was..." he mutters, deep in thought. He perks up quickly, though, and maybe that should be more concerning than it is. "Right! Bad and Tommy are apparently doing a war now. We've got a couple new people on the server, but I've only spoken with one of them, really. We had a sleepover." He gasps. "Oh my gods, we need to have a sleepover. Like, tonight. Me, you, Sap, Tina, maybe Callahan? Dunno. Haven't seen much of him recently."

George remembers Callahan's face before he entered the stronghold, more or less. It's fuzzy. It's clear. It's been a while. How long?

"Right." George absently nods. He takes a bite from his bread just as absently. "Just us. No one else?"

Why is he even asking this? Of course it's just them. Who else would come? Dream? He's probably stuck up a tree or something, the idiot. (George should go looking for him. George should not go looking for him.) Bad? He's doing a war, apparently, but when did he stop? Is this one the Egg again, still? Ugh. Sam is probably off committing more war crimes. And Quackity... well, Sapnap was going towards Las Nevadas. Maybe they made up?

Karl frowns, thinking. "Hmm, you're right. What about Foolish?"

Gods, no, he smells like old coins that had been left out in the rain. Disgusting. George says as much. Karl's face shifts colors into a sad-looking blue as his mouth flips into a cartoony pout. Whatever.

"What about Quackity?" George suggests. He vaguely registers the way Karl's hands tighten on his shoulders, but he ignores that and turns around to start digging through the cupboards again. All this talking has made him thirsty. He hasn't had a drink in months. What's it called, a White Claw? He would like one of those.

"What about him?" Karl asks, voice strained. George can see the shadow of Karl's bulbous head shake. "I don't really think that's a good idea. He's... he's dangerous."

"So am I," George mildly says. "Do we have any White Claws?"

"What the fuck? No. Not in the cupboard, idiot. Hold on."

Karl slips past George to root through the fridge. George watches him out of the corner of his eye, considering.

"Are you sure that I haven't missed anything else?" George asks.

"Nope," Karl replies, popping the 'p'. He pulls out no fewer than five jars of pickles and puts them on the counter next to George, arms extending a full block past their normal length to do so. "Mmm, you sure you want one of those this early? What about-"

"Monster?"

Karl freezes. George realizes his mistake immediately and groans.

"'Monster'?" Karl slowly asks. He slowly pulls his head out from the fridge, a wide D-shaped grin on his face. "Why, George, I hardly know 'er."

George groans again and contemplates slamming his head against the cupboard door. Gods. He wakes up to this?

"I'm going back to bed," George huffs.

He turns on his heel, bread in hand, and strides back towards the stairs. Karl laughs and hurries after him, footsteps lightening and shadow on the wall shrinking until he's approximately human-sized. George feels a warm hand grab his shoulder and weakly turn him around.

Karl has bags under his eyes. Oh. That explains it.

"Hey," Karl says. He's smiling softly. "I missed you, George."

A far cry from the idiotic time traveler George had killed. This, this is his friend, one of his best. Honestly, George is happier that Karl was the one to find him first and not Sapnap. Sapnap, despite his tough-guy exterior, has a nasty habit of playing mother hen when it comes to his loved ones. Cringe.

George rolls his eyes fondly. "Missed you, too, Karl. If you're coming with me, try to stay people-sized, alright? I don't want you breaking my bed again."

He turns around and starts up the stairs, contentedly munching on his loaf. He sends a message on his communicator to Sapnap telling him that he and Karl are going to be hanging out together alone in bed. Sapnap sends back no fewer than twelve exclamation points and a couple of angry face emoticons. Loser.

(Karl watches George go with a confused expression. he was 'people-sized', wasn't he? He looks down at his hands and sees that they're still tinted blue. Oh. Oh, dear.)

[katnissgirlsmakedo]

1, 3, 6-8, 13, 16, 20-22 (didn’t think of a Thing to ask abt so go wild!!) (sorry if this has sent several times my app keeps crashing <3)

1) the character everyone gets wrong

oooh another one of this question lemme think of another one to complain about…. um. ty blackthorn…. i know you don’t know him but you should have a basic level of familiarity with his sherlock holmes swag and necromancy realness and ghost guy slay like. just based on my posting… i don’t like fandomy interpretations of him that make him like. soft and cutesy and uwu whatever like that boy is a huge fucking cunt he’s the worst… he’s a supervillain in training it’s ridiculous stop calling him your soft little baby or whatever the hell…. like you sound insane not even cassie is babying him like that get serious

3) screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

i’m saying this cuz i know you were there too so you’ll get it but literally the 2021 pre s4 era of bylertheorism posting was so awful fr….

6) which ship fans are the most annoying?

wow see prev response….. no but like i’ll give a real answer. um idk i already complained about a few things but i’m gonna pull out a nicheish one due to the fact i saw a sofia wylie tiktok today and it made me think about hsmtmts. um i think ricky and gina shippers ruined everything sacred about that show and tim federle needs to die for the crimes he’s committed against me for them. this is also true about jiara but i’m beyond caring about obx and hsmtmts is like. THE show that got me through summer 2021. it was so rough oh my god. ej and gina were all i had. and now i don’t even have them anymore we should all kill ourselves. not to be a person that cares too much about ships. idk you had to be there maybe. and by there i mean like. you had to be me i guess

7) what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

damn speaking of outer banks. jj. that boy should kill himself i don’t even care. or jesper shadow and bone. i promise i’ll like him more when i read about him but as a netflix original comic relief man…. i just can’t get behind him. also that actor was in a movie i hated so he should have to do like. 100 hours court ordered community service picking up trash in parks. that’s just one girl’s opinion

8) common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

can i talk about my shadowhunters. ok well i’m going to. it’s like sorry about your mental illnesses or whatever but i don’t think projecting them onto kit herondale is necessarily the way to go babes. he exists in a fantasy universe where he can put a little tattoo on his body and instantly gain speed, the kid hangs out with werewolves and his mom can do magic. i don’t think he is taking adderall. plus shadowhunters can’t take medication anyway so L + ratio + i can tell you’re either 16 or the most annoying adult alive. sorry if you’re 16, i promise when you stop being 16 you will feel better about life. like fandom lovessss to headcanon him with the most boring shit imaginable. oh you headcanon that this character who lives in a universe where MAGIC IS REAL has adhd? that’s cool i headcanon that he’s a virgin but makes up elaborate lies about it so none of the bad guys who are constantly after him can use him as a virgin sacrifice. i just made that up but it’s still more fun than being like ohh this character is training to be able to kill demons but the most important thing in his life is remembering to take his medication!! like booo 👎 nobody wants to read about medication in fantasy…. unless it’s like some sick ass herbs and potions like my buddy gaius makes. whatever.

13) worst blorboficiation

can i say will herondale. you know what don’t even worry about it. i’m gonna say tom holland spiderman. i don’t engage with literally any of that but i am an internet user in this day and age so it is unfortunately thrust upon me. sorry to that man but i hope peter parker dies goddamn. today’s writers just don’t hate their protagonists enough they always wanna keep ‘em around as long as possible it’s insane. arthur conan doyle had the right idea i think. like kill that dude!!

16) you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

i hateeeeeee fandom himbo characterization. ESPECIALLY. when it comes to my beloved arthur bbc merlin. he is not. a himbo…. we should all kill ourselves.

20) part of canon you found tedious or boring

no offense to cassandra clare’s infernal devices but. i’m so so sorry tessa i love you forever it’s just. well.

21) part of canon you think is overhyped

i’m just gonna say barchie. can’t fucking stand this season sorry abby that i made you watch this show only for its final season to be a flop ass barchie season.

22) your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

i think we all need to talk more about how in city of fallen angels clary had a pink cell phone. that was a nothing detail i just think about it a lot and i didn’t know what else to say here.

[writingforevren]

STRANGER THINGS - Eddie Munson Theories

SPOILERS AHEAD DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN SEASON 4 OF STRANGER THINGS

Disclaimer - I haven’t looked up any theories, these are both of my own creation and if you have seen or written similar ones then we must share braincells

I Love Eddie Munson, I also kind of relate to Eddie Munson, so obviously I was heartbroken when he ‘died’ but... what if he didn’t?

THEORY 1 - THE POSSIBLE ONE

Okay so this first one is relatively plausible. After Eddie’s ‘death’ it cut away to 2 days later, so what could’ve happened in that time? Robin, Nancy, and Steve find Dustin crying over Eddie’s body. Nancy checks his pulse to realize that he’s not quite dead, even though his pulse is incredibly weak. Steve carries Eddie out of the portal just because there’s that little bit of hope that he might survive.

Meanwhile El just finished her fight with Vecna and bringing Max back. She realizes she needs to go back in to check on Dustin and the others to make sure they’re okay so she does and she sees Dustin sobbing his eyes out over Eddie while they try desperately to treat his wounds and wake him up. El thinks If she can heal someone once she can do it again right? So she remembers what she did with Max and harnesses that same power to help her friends friend who obviously means a lot to them.

Eddie takes a breath in a ‘miracle’ he’s incredibly out of it. They bandage him up, talk him through it, painkillers, take care of him, lot’s of tears too y’know as you do when your friend almost dies. Then they make a pact. Nobody can know Eddie is alive, he would hide out and pretend he’d died in the earthquake since he was still a wanted serial killer. Nobody except for them would know; Their ‘little secret’. Dustin talking to Eddie’s uncle is actually him internally struggling with whether to tell him the truth or not, instead of being sad about his death, he’s sad that he has to lie to Eddie’s family.

THEORY 2 - THE UNHINGED ONE

Hear me out- This one is unhinged as all hell. El and Vecna have relatively similar abilities and theoretically can do the same things. We recently learned that El has the ability to start a stopped heart. So then that means that if Vecna wanted to he could bring someone back. One of Vecna’s flaws is that he only has the ability to access the real world through dreams, so maybe he needs a vessel, a body that he could use to access the ‘rightside up.’

Now where’s he going to find a viable vessel in the upside down? I know this is way out of wack but... Eddie Munson. Jason (aka the annoying jock that died last minute) kept saying Eddie was a ‘vessel’ for the devil but what if that wasn’t true- YET. Look I hate Jason just as much as the next guy but this could be a way for the ridiculous things he said to have a real meaning.

If Vecna and El have the same powers than Vecna could bring Eddie back and maybe not even with that much effort considering he has a lot more control over his powers even if he doesn’t have as much raw talent as El. Eddie played “Master of Puppets” as his final song so what if he became the puppet? only to eventually overcome the inner evil with the help of the ‘gang’. Also imagine Joseph Quinn playing Vecna pretending to be Eddie- Need I say more? I know this theory has a very slim chance of being even a little bit right but my brain won’t let this shit go.

If you read this far, thank you for indulging in my revisit of this hyperfixation. Also I would love to hear others thoughts on these theories and their own- or y’know if you just wanna believe Eddie is dead than- you do you ig.

[totally-not-a-tickle-blog]

Can you do like a fanfiction where hellPark Gregory is getting tickled by hellpark stan?

Of course!! Btw I saw the drawing requests, I'll try to do them as soon as possible!

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INFO Lee!Gregory (Hellpark) Ler!Stan (Hellpark)

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"Tickle the rudeness out"

After a long time of "war" between Craig's and Gregory's gang, it's finally over. No more killing, no more traumas. At least, not between them. This truce is a relieve to both of the groups, since ones don't want to die and others don't want to be bothered with that. The only ones who got either mad or sad was Pip, who would end up breaking it at some point. What happened to him wasn't Gregory's problem, the other one who almost refused to agree.

"Even Estella it's okay with it, why wouldn't you? Don't be such a pussy!"

It's what Damien said to him, to finally make him understand a deal it's a deal. Sadly, he couldn't do anything. If the king says, the others listen. It's simple.

After a few days, Tweek wanted to visit Craig, and since even Pip knows what he's able to do, somebody needed to take care of him. Of course… Gregory. Why not him? The perfect person to be a babysitter… …or not.

Either way, he agreed with it. He needed some distraction, and besides, Craig and his group weren't that bad. According to him: they're pathetic. Nothing more, nothing less.

"You know where his house is, right?"

Asked Gregory, while walking with Tweek.

"Of course! I was summoned there, y'know…"

The reason of the question was that… they obviously weren't going to Craig's house. Actually, this place was kinda familiar. A bad type of familiar.

"Then where the hell are we going."

His voice tone changed drastically, making the other scared a bit.

"W-Well, you see… his parents are in his house, and the things we need to talk about are, uh… personal."

"So you're going to make out infront of me. So elegant."

This conclusion made Tweek's face get red almost instantly.

"NONONONO! Of course not!! Actually, Craig said he would call a friend so you won't be alone!"

Silence. Obviously he's not that nice. There's something going on there.

"I already regret."

And finally, after all of this, they saw where they would stay. The worst option of them all. Stan's house.

"Tweek… I hate you so, so much."

He smirked awfully and knocked, waiting for someone to come. Not a minute later, the door open, with an evil laugh and incredibly annoying look coming from the house's owner.

"Hello."

"Oh, h-hi Stan-"

"Craig is in my room, you guys can enter."

And immediately gave them space to go, having himself a space in the couch.

Nobody was in the house, just them. While Craig and Tweek chatted in the bedroom, Gregory and Stan decided to stay in the living room. The only sound coming from there was the TV, because if it depended on them, the place would be completely quiet. They may not be trying to kill each other right now, but the hate still exists. Well, atleast in Gregory's side. But at some point, Stan got tired from doing nothing.

"Hey Greg-"

"DON'T."

Interrupted, showing the face of his palm.

"But I-"

"DON'T. TALK. TO ME."

Four words. Just four words and the boy with blue cap was already angry.

"Look man, I'm trying to start something here-"

"I still hate you, Stan Marsh. So DON'T talk to me."

His little 'fancy ass talking' made everything worse. He wanted to punch this blonde boy so much, but if he did, it would be like giving up on the truce. Besides, he would die for sure. So… what else?

"Gregory, I'll try one more time. And if you interrupt me again, I will…"

The demon was ready to do it.

"I…"

And slowly, the hand and his face were almost touching. This wasn't just increasing the anger, but also making him nervous.

"…I'll tickle this fucking rudeness out of you!"

"You'll what?"

Stan didn't even think of what he would say, but in the end, it seemed to be a good idea.

"Y-Yeah! You heard me, little prince."

"This is ridiculous. Really fits you."

"I wouldn't be so tough if I were you."

This phrase got Greg's attention.

"Was this a threat?"

Stan approached, with an evil smile in their face.

"Maybe."

That face. That damn face. He was so confident, so sure of himself, so... irritating.

"You little shit..."

And just right after, his arm couldn't move anymore, and a tingly sensation past through his body.

"BbbAHA-"

"Little what?"

"yOHOHOU- BAHAHAHaaHA-"

And in matter of seconds, Stan's body was above, preventing him from running away or defend himself properly.

"GEHEHET OFF MEHEHIHI- HAHAHA!"

Even though it didn't tickled that much, Gregory always used to be exaggerated, a real drama queen. And not-so surprinsingly, the other knew it very well.

"Stop being so dramatic Greg's, this don't even tickles that much."

"YOHOU DON'T KNOHO- HIYAAAA"

Just a little tickling in the armpits made them scream like a little girl. A shame for the one being tickled, and pure comedy for the tickler.

"PFFft, what type of scream is that?"

"SHHH- HAHAHA SHUUHU- FUHUHCK! IHIHI KIHIHILL Y... HEHEHEHE!"

"No no Gregory, no using your powers on humans, remember? You must obey the rules~"

His hands kept switching positions between his armpits, ribs and sides, so this made things a little worse. 'Should I protect my sides? But what if he tickles my ribs instead?' These thoughts came all in one, so in the end he couldn't avoid anything. He became a giggly and squirmy mess.

"OHOHOTHER PFFHAHAHA"

"Huh? Other? Like... another place? 'Kay. If you say so."

"NOHOHOHO"

Stan stopped a bit just to take a look at his ticklish spots. This was the perfect opportunity to knock him out and just run, and Gregory obviously knew that. He prepared his punch, got up, and when was finally about to free himself... felt a hug.

"What the..."

This is weird. Definitely weird.

"Let me fucking go you miserable rat!"

The black haired guy smirked.

"Still not out, I see."

And slowly got the fingers into his back, moving them in a silly way.

"pffttTHAHAHATA FUHUHUCK"

The demon was strong, even without his powers he could find a way to find a way to get out, but the ticklishness was just... stronger. His arms and legs got weak.

"Say sorry and this is over, man. Pretty easy, isn't it?"

"AHAHAHA SHIHIHITTT HIHIHEHEHE-"

One or two minutes passed and even Marsh didn't understood why he didn't said anything yet. Gregory may be arrogant, but when it's something they don't like, he give up. Stan thought that maybe it was a spot too 'dangerous', but even when Greg was just giggly, didn't said a thing.

The tickling continued for a while, until Stan stopped suddenly.

"Hahahah... hah... uh... huh?"

...silence. An awful silence.

Gregory stared with a confusing expression, like someone who wanted it to continue. But then, he finally remembered: That's Stan Marsh.

"D-Don't touch me anymore!"

With the space given, the boy got up and walked away, with a shy yet surprising face. 'He didn't realized it.', thought. It was a relieve.

"That's it! I'm calling Estella to take care of Tweek and I'll-"

"...you seemed happy."

'...shit.'

He noticed. He noticed that Gregory was actually having fun.

"E-Excuse me?! This was pure sexual harassment! How DARE you say something..."

A teasy smile grew in Stan's face. He crossed his arms, and did an EXTREMELY visible eye contact.

"C'mon. Confess."

These seconds staring at each other seemed like hours for the one who got tickled just a moment ago. Yes, Stan was right. Completely right. But, if the tickler wasn't him... everything would be easier. Would be better.

"I..."

"Hi."

And finally, after all this time, Craig and Tweek came back. Didn't came when Greg was screaming and laughing, but came now. Better now than never.

"Finally! Tweek, let's go RIGHT. NOW."

Said Gregory, pulling the other by his arm with a little delicacy so he wouldn't hurt him.

"Wha- What happened? And what was all these noises down here? Did he hurt you?"

The same with a red and angry face opened the door and left, leaving in quick steps.

"Nothing, you don't need to know and no, now let's go."

"Bye-bye."

Craig waved slowly, seeing the both of them leaving in a rush. He closed the door and made company to Stan in the couch, changing the TV channel to something more interesting.

"Hey Craig."

"Huh?"

"What's that thing that you and Tweek talked about? Like, to the point you needed to come to my house."

"Oh."

Craig lay down on where he was, with a little smile and bored face.

"Nothing that matters. I just wanted that bastard to suffer in your hands."

Stan cracked a little.

"Then you failed."