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nulltune · 1 year ago

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any rp wishlist ??

I HAVE A LOT!!!! omg... screams into my hands this is a heck of a question anon- TYSM!! ❤️❤️ i have a wishlist tag too actually- but i don't post much in it because tbh all interactions feed me so well...... i love hakuno dearly you see (live lynn reaction: 🥺🥹😩🫶💗) and she's always interacting with all kinds of interesting muses so tis a guaranteed fun time 🥳 and also like. hakuno as a character is defined as a nobody with nothing so you can expect pretty anything to be a new experience 2 her :,) OK BUT YEA BACK TO UR Q! WHEN IT COMES TO WISHLIST THO HRMGHH that's a tough one..... cuz i have sm!!! so off the top of my head:

this is rlly general but oooo i want hakuno to go to all sorts of places! she is already someone who is so curious, exploring the world to try to find a place in it. spoiler alert she doesn't but i digress! imagine your muse showing her a place they like... or a by-chance encounter where hakuno stumbles on their little secret spot.... hakuno would be pretty inquisitive because she can't imagine having such an attachment to any place, but i think it'd be real interesting to explore! and also- your muse and hakuno going on a trip somewhere... sightseeing and having fun together mayhaps,, the possibilities are endless so i can't really specify but i just think it's neat! 🥺

"i'd die for you" "i'll live for you" "let's live together" "let's die together" <- whatever those lines got going on!!! not all of them at once ofc (unless things happens and they all apply at some point 👁👁✨️) but just whatever genre this is..... life and death are interesting topics to explore with hakuno – she's someone who can understand what it's like to want to disappear, but at the same time she's someone who's afraid of death. and she wants to love so badly but has no reason to </3 so i wanna explore more of that in general !!! i wanna see her interact muses who share that same mindset... muses who think completely differently.... let them explore what their purpose is... their reason to live... and all that!

tragic love is such a Big Need for meee, i'm a sucker for them!!! and i really think it's so perfect for hakuno!!! i hope everyone knows by now that i love the theme of love for my hakuno 🫶 and like- imagine finally understanding and finding love when you thought you never could, only to lose it... unrequited love? a doomed love story? there are so many ways to go about it, and who the other person might be makes it so much more interesting too, and i just crave it!!

hakuno and a muse working together for something- a relationship founded on ??? like, they just happen to meet and their goals just somewhat aligned so they're sticking together for practical reasons or just circumstances!! will they get to know each other better and come out of it with a good experience? will they butt heads but decide to bear with it until their respective goals are accomplished? idk but something about it intrigues me! i'm really interested in having like a whole storyline happen tbh 🥺 it'd be fun to see how much the relationship changes at the end of things y'know!

i'm gonna need more antagonistic dynamics too tbh.... she is absolutely going to be as polite and nice as she is to any other person because c'mon... it's Hakuno. but! i feel like there's a biiig sense of distance that comes with having this sort of dynamic with her. as we have seen in canon for example, hakuno's really frikkin aware of their status as enemies with other character- she's always saying stuff like "even though we're enemies?" and not understanding why'd be nice to her when she's their enemy... stuff like that!! i mean, enemies to friends or enemies to lovers is def not out of the question ((ФωФ)✨️ ...) but it'd be so fun to see the development!! which i guess is the appeal of those dynamics in da first place !

i love character development ofc but i have always been thinking about- how about reverse character development ?! 😳 hakuno is a suuper interesting character to me because- well, it's like a white sheet of paper! it's blank! i feel like there are soo many directions her character could go and i think it'd be so fun to explore! characters who bring out the worst in each other maybe?? enable each others' bad habits?? and oh boy it'd hurt so much on hakuno's part because she wants to be better and is always wanting the best for others so like (: IT COULD BE FUN METHINKS..!

letter writing threads!! i feel like you can tell a lot about a muse by the kind of letter they write 👁👁✨️ having hakuno write down her thoughts and feelings into paper just sounds super interesting to okok- i'd imagine her letters sounding more like very formal reports tbh 💀 but i think it could be so fun and a really neat way to really get the Insight(TM) on da muse!

speaking of the letter writing tho- something related to arts and humanities! drawing? music? writing? sculpting? dance? anything and everything creative pls. hakuno's way of thinking is very logical so i think she struggles with understanding things that don't really have a solid factual answer, but that's also what makes it so interesting! art can really touch people's hearts too and that's the kind of thing hakuno needs desperately 🥹 even if she can't fully understand it right now ! your muse showing hakuno their creations maybe?? bonus points if their works say a lot about them as a person or means a lot of them!

i'm a sucker for childhood friends so i want that for hakuno too 🤧✨️ !! it doesn't have to be friends in specific tho- i just think there's something special about knowing someone when they were younger :thonk: kids tend to be more honest i guess? and i mean hakuno still is, but for better or worse, the hakuno we now know keeps the "bad" parts of herself hidden away while actively trying to be the person other people need – a younger hakuno wouldn't have that mindset yet methinks! BUT YEA BACK TO WHAT I WAS SAYING 😳😳 it's fun to see how that could affect the dynamic especially when they meet later on!

OH AND immortal & mortal is a staple! hakuno could work as both tho... it rlly depends on the verse because her mortality is Weird(TM) actually- but i still think both concepts would be very fun!! >:3c with her as a mortal, it'd be Neat for her to want to be remembered because that's asking for a lot when her entire life is probably like a mere blink in the eyes of an immortal </3 and with her as an immortal, i just like the idea of her finding happiness after possibly years and years of loneliness but also being aware that happiness is very much temporary </3

I FEEL LIKE THESE R MORE DYNAMICS AND THEMES THAN SPECIFIC SCENARIOS BC LIKE i wuv...... and i luv scenarios and situations too ofc but i can't rlly specify bc they're all so neat 2 me.!!! your muse and hakuno could literally just go to mcdonald's and i'd be havin a blast writing it GVSMCBSMDH

#q.#&&. wishlist #<- da tag....... which i'm scared to click on bc i cringe tew hard at myself /lh #but It's There 😱 !#(ALSO YEAH IF U SEE SOME OVERLAP IT'S BC OF HOW I NEGLECT THAT TAG SM SHFKEHF)#BUT AAA AGAIN! THANK U SO MUCH FOR DA ASK NONNIE 🫶💓💗#i'm always down to talk abt h.akuno ! >:3c #AND ALSO TO MUTUALS WHO ARE INTERESTED IN ANY OF THESE ..... hmu pwease 😳🙏#ALSO- SORRY FOR DA DELAY IN ANSWERING THIS NONNIE 🥹 am snail......#&&. out of #anonymous

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m1shapanda · 2 years ago

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AAAAAA ITS FINE DW <33 hope ya got your sleep and enough rest though! ❤️

I see, U-ki sounds interesting! Do ya have a design for him?<3

Pls she is like: Ok they are strong. I want them.

Jaro (her right hand): wait nawh you can't force-

Despoina: I can and I will.

😭🫶

I first explain what the Guardians do and then Perseus <3

The Guardians are people guarding over the nation which was assigned to them. They often work with the ruler of said Nation very close together (but exceptions exist like always ofc). Normally they were also immortal - but due to some .... Changes theyre mortal now and the most of them are dead because the Dysphoria already killed many of them.

Also the Guardians have some sort of area they're the best in - for example there exist a Guardian of Fears (another oc of mine) whose powers are all related to fears, ykw I mean?

Also the Guardians work close together with the God's, because a God (another oc of mine) made this Guardiansystem decades ago. <3

And! The Guardians always have some sort of a leader (the God of Creation who is still alive; means it changes always after the God dies)

That's basically it

Now, Perseus reason to join the Dysphoria was because he got betrayed by the Guardians. He, himself, is one - and Despoina knows it and sees it as an exception to leave him alive (but under the condition that he helps them killing other Guardians and God's). Perseus is the Guardian of Energy and due to ..... Well, an accident - he may.. mayhaps accidentally kill the old leader in the Guardian war (yes they had a war at some point), but it wasn't his intention to do so - he got kicked out nonetheless. Perseus is someone who never experienced something like a stable home - he experienced it first with the Guardians. And when he got kicked out - it literally destroyed him internally. This was the day where he joined the Dysphoria and wants to get his revenge. <3

(pls Perseus has so much lore, this is him in very short)

Henotic and Ilmestys were both first bad ones because Despoina taught them so, but as time passed Henotic (God of Peace and Harmony) realized it's bad and he left the Dysphoria with Ilmestys (cuz Ilmestys goes everywhere where Henotic goes LMAO they have some sort of Brother-Sibling dynamic (Ilmestys is nonbinary and uses they/them pronouns, oh and they're the God of Destruction btw<3))

Both of them hide it, although Henotic can hide it better than Ilmestys (let's just say.. Ilmestys brain is filled only with games and fun and stuff, like a child)

But Despoina knows they're God's nonetheless and will kill them too, some day (it's her goal)

PLSSSS I wouldn't join the Dysphoria either kfbsjsjsnjs

i'm too indecisive to think of a design for U-ki ngl TT I SUCK AT DESIGNING

and oo the guardians sound rlly interesting!! sounds like a system that can easily be corrptued tho T0T PERSEUS IS A GUARDIAN?? WHAT A TWSIST

naur,, NAURR THE INEVITABLE CONFRONTATION W DESPOINA, HENOTIC AND ILMESTYS??

#yeah doesnt sound like a good group to be in ueueu #misa.moots

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zepdeans · 6 years ago

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this is highkey like a month late (i mean wbk im a chronic scatterbrain procrastinator) and she’s thicccc but without further ado. my skam s4 thoughts.

I first just want to say a couple things: im not a muslim woc so my thoughts on s4 don’t hold as much value as those of a muslim, woc, or a muslim woc. I also don’t know to what degree sana’s representation was true to real life. I made an effort to look for posts from muslim woc on sana’s season but to no real avail, especially given it’s been two years since skam ended and a lot of blogs have deactivated, changed urls, or posts have become buried :( [if you know of any good posts regarding sana’s season please lmk!]. from what I can recall in 2017, there were mixed opinions on s4 with most being upset (or at least disappointed) with the ultimate execution of sana’s storyline and I agree w that. while s4 means so much to me and has a really special place in my heart, I do 100% acknowledge its flaws. ok!!!!!! lets get into it😤

ep1 -as much as I wished isak stayed in kollektivet I’m glad he and even had a rlly sweet happy time this entire season. also evak making their friends move all their furniture while they whisper romantic shit to each other and makeout? peak comedy -you fuckin wish!!! -sana is the one to say “of course you should tell noora about william”.. she Knew and still takes the fall for it :( -this opening clip is such a jarring shift into sana’s pov!! e.g. while easy to overlook in previous seasons, sana’s exclusion from the girls is glaringly obvious once we’re looking through her eyes -adding onto that! sana is the friend who notices everyone else- she’s so observant, which hurts even more when you notice her friends don’t do the same (except mayhaps chris- in my heart of hearts I know chris is also the friend who notices and goes unnoticed, but unfortunately we don’t get enough of her and sana’s relationship this season to fully see that) -yousef and the balloon squad’s entrance.... ICONIC! also I cant believe for 2 seasons they presented those dickbag nissen 97s as the be all end all of hot amazing boys when the bakka third years were RIGHT THERE like,, the penetrators vs. balloon squad + even? no contest ma’am -also! it’s so interesting that we literally had no idea sana had a brother, or that yousef etc existed until now? it’s as if she has a whole private world at home, separate from her friends and nissen (and I think a theme of this season is those two worlds merging) -im obsessed w the yousana train scene but yousef being the only one who notices sana standing off to the side? ;-; -fy faen is such a stunning clip oh my god. when sana leaves to pray? possibly my favourite skam scene ever. it’s exquisite. -sana is so cute and awkward squeezing thru the crowd shsdhgfhshdf I LOVE her love her -the last shot on yousef and noora... oh my GOD oh my god bc like. being that friend who never ever tells your real feelings or your crushes or is vulnerable with your friends?? and then having to listen to them talk about how good your crush would be with someone else (especially one of ur friends) while ur sitting there silently dying inside? and you don’t say anything since you can’t be vulnerable with your friends and u don’t think u stand a chance anyways so. (in the words of s3 noora. I think sana struck a nerve with the emotional unavailability! abbey r u ok) -this episode is a masterpiece and did such a phenomenal job of both introducing us to sana’s perspective while also touching on a multitude of her struggles AND establishing the themes of the season. plus the cinematography, editing, soundtrack and aesthetic...... o baby. (case in point I deadass just rewatched it after writing this)

ep2 -every shot of sana praying is beautiful (and beautifully edited!!) -sana’s room is usually messy... not smart enough to fully analyze this but I’m sure it means something -an interesting contrast of what’s expected of her vs. of elias- I can’t speak for muslim families, but I know even in non-muslim families girls are always held to suchhh a higher standard (source: I have 2 brothers rip) -”if you find immaturity charming” hilarious bc sana actually does in fact find immaturity charming -what’s interesting is how noora comes across in sana’s POV- kinda obnoxious, kinda ignorant, seemingly perfect (compared to how noora is portrayed in eva’s season, for example) -even is one of those ppl who uses the bill gates argument on why dropping out of school makes u richer sdfhfsjskfjfsd -sana staring down the pepsi max squad. fuck em up. -vilde adding magnus to the groupchat jfkjsjfdjfsfsdkj -isak missing eskild :’) sidenote I fucking live for isak and sana’s chats this season. they’re literally my lifeblood like....

ep3 -the kiss me scene god I go FERAL -“you need to pull it towards you, not push it away. okay?” yall mind if i SCREAM!! YOUSEF!!!!!!!!!! -there rlly is something about seeing sana, who in everyone else’s POV comes off as cold and harsh and stoic, just absolutely meltinggg when she talks w yousef like she doesn’t stop smiling she’s so sweet!!!! ah🥰 and yousef is 100% that guy who ppl tell “your gf is so intimidating and ruthless bro” and he’s like are y’all talking about sana??????? my baby?? my fuckin cinnamon apple????? -yousef’s lil smile watching sana peel carrots. 911 it’s me again -vilde and sana’s relationship has a really interesting dynamic bc like.. vilde says ignorant shit to sana while also genuinely looking up to her. and sana is probably the harshest to vilde within the group but it’s because she actually values their friendship a lot -IM HURT BECAUSE YOU NEVER REPLIED TO MY MEME -sana pulling 2yr old receipts off the top of her head to defend vilde. god I stan -sana doin research taking notes..... shameful she isn’t canonically a virgo (honestly her and isak both but like-) -she’s so soft and smiley w her mamma awh... “of course he likes you, who doesn’t like you?” her mamma only knows the real, gentle, beautiful loving sana oh im CRY -even is so kind and loving and thoughtful yall mind if i....... -”you can’t escape the internet girl” foreshadowing mayhaps?

ep4 -david and ulrikke together are fucking hilarious -noora’s “you’re lucky you don’t have to think about this stuff, heartbreak and that” :/ it’s not just vilde who says ignorant things to sana! -that being said sana and noora are cute asf in the exper5 scene.. dorky noora rise (omg josefine and her yogurt in the bloopers too sjhfkjdf) -I HANDLE BALLS BETTER THAN YOU -the yousana scene is sooo gorgeous whew...... -I always cry a lil bit (ok a lot) when yousef brings up even. and sana knew too. even sweetie ily :( -sana talking about her religion is beautiful. it’s so lovely to learn about how she thinks and sees the world. -yousef’s smile watching sana leave like ur kidding right....... -“flawless since 99″ is so cringey. it’s so cringeyyy -sana uses “smh” I knew we were soulmates

ep5 -eavesdropping on ur parent/brother’s argument is peak sibling culture -when ur always paranoid but ur always right..... -sana’s green jumpsuit sign me up babey -I really really really love elias and sana’s conversation -u dont even realize how tiny sana is until she’s standing next to isak and even -not finding out why yousef avoided the fight and why he kissed noora will haunt me forever (could we not have expanded more on that instead of noorhelm.......) -the parallel of sana washing isak’s blood off her hands vs. her washing her hands during maghrib in episode 1. gotta sit down. -vilde gossiping to the pepsimax girls stings SO bad it’s just such a betrayal?:( -“the other girls seem cool, especially noora! she’s so pretty!” ok much to unpack here but: sana again comparing herself to noora (who she sees as /perfect/)... sana being written off despite putting so much effort and passion into the russ bus while noora, who has done literally nothing and at best is indifferent to russ, is the one they like the most. disgusteng -love will tear us apart.. bitch..... -sana abt to cry god I can’t -if sana is anything like me (I mean I think she is but jkjjkhsdfhfsd). looking stupid is the absolute worst so like, her sending out emails abt being bus boss when she was actually being lied to? being played? and her being “paranoid” about sara being shady, but deciding hey maybe im just being crazy? except she wasn’t she was right and she Knew!! and she’s probably thinking how dumb it was for her to get her hopes up, everything always ends badly anyways and no one actually likes her :((((((( -dont rlly know what my feelings are on the fight. im not against it bc isak does have a temper but his apparent motive always seemed weak to me?? and god I feel so bad for even

ep6 -forgot about sana getting bullied in middle school yall mind if I sob?? -sana lying and getting defensive bc it’s hard to be vulnerable, or because she hates looking stupid? or both?:( -isak looking up dandelions in his textbook just bc even put one behind his ear. I HATE this man -sana’s dad asking if she had a bad day aw :( -all the boys (and sana) wearing black but yousef wearing white.... what does it mean.............. -the carrots are back goddammit -radio station playing during this scene: “if I have to choose between the just non-muslim and the unjust muslim, without any doubt I would choose the non-muslim who is just” -ISAK’S NOSE SFFJDFJFSDKJSDF -sana’s text about chris I’m going to bawl my eyes out. “yeah! looking forward (to going to nissen) but a bit worried. don’t know anyone else starting there.” (J: new friends?) “yes, at least one of them. I have german with her (chris) and she’s very cool!” -the contrast of how blunt sana came off when we’re first introduced to her vs. how she was really just excited to make a new friend bc she was scared no one would like her :( especially knowing her past with bullying and how nervous she was to start at nissen? chris baby I LOVE YOU thank u ;-; -also sana keeping 2yr old conversations on her phone... same -sana is honestly too smart and scheming and overthinking for her own good. she has these elaborate plans that more-or-less always get ruined by her being more kind than she gives herself credit for (e.g. wanting to protect vilde in s1, clearing isak’s name in s4) -everyone in skam texts back so fast smh -chris calling sana “sonic”...... a moment please -I cannot watch the sana/evak apartment scene without thinking of the bloopers and losing it lmfaoooo.. “this is where we live. just come in” -ik it’s based off fanart but there is little I hate more than their matching outfits -“remember you’re both geniuses!” 🥺even -once again isak studying is uhhhh me - “you’re a good person” yall i love isak i really do. he puts his foot in his mouth pretty often and doesn’t have a great brain-to-mouth filter and he can be awkward and rambly and blunt and unsure of what to say in emotional situations but also? he’s so genuine. it’s just his honest thoughts and he says it bc he cares about sana and knows she needs to hear it!! -ᶠᵃᵉⁿ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ -sana’s inner turmoil.. thank u iman for inventing acting (ik I haven’t mentioned it much yet but god iman is SUCH a phenomenal actor I owe her my life) -LETS GO BITCHES

ep7 -sana crying silently in her room breaks my fucking heart (IMAN!!!!) -idk how I feel about the instagram plot but sana watching as her plan falls into place and then storming up to sara... pretty bada$$ -“it’s creepy it was published but it’s more creepy we have a bus boss who talks shit about everyone” THANK YOU vilde -i love s4 isak thanks -sana and jamilla’s chat aw :~) -how awkward do yall think the walk to the bench was lmfao -what sana tells isak is SO powerful and I love it a lot -isak does actually make a good point- the other girls are like that too. -unfortunately I have been in situations isak describes, where you want to learn more about your friend’s culture or religion because you care about them and you’re genuinely interested, but you don’t know what questions are okay to ask and you don’t want to sound rude or ignorant, so you ultimately end up asking no questions at all. but I hate that the responsibility is put on sana to constantly educate people bc I cannot imagine how exhausting that must be [[[ok so. I know there are VERY mixed opinions on the bench scene but here’s my dumbass two cents. 1- I genuinely think isak was trying to make sana feel better by attempting to relate to her and pass on advice that really helped him. however, I don’t think isak realized what sana eventually told him- that her experience wearing the hijab is a lot different than isak’s experience as a gay man. do I agree with everything isak said? nooo. do I understand why he said it? yeah. 2- it was not isak’s place to tell sana norwegians aren’t racist, or not to look for racism in questions. I think there’s some truth to ppl often just being ignorant, and he does add that there are probably a lot of racist people in Norway, but yeah. not great. 3- in conclusion I think while isak shared some meaningful advice w sana, he put his foot in his mouth too and said some stupid shit. im not trying to defend that. I will add, though: a. we actually do see some growth on isak’s part. when he and even are yelled at on the street, that’s the moment it clicks for him that oh shit, this is what sana was talking about. this is what she has to experience? and that’s why he texts noora, “in the speech for sana, you have to include how insanely strong she is. I don’t think many people understand how much bullshit she has to take” and b. isak’s (bad) advice of “not looking for the racism in things” is ultimately contrasted by yousef (a moc who lived most of his life as a muslim) suggesting instead to show people what islam really is. and that’s so much more meaningful. I think the root of a lot of the issues isak brought up- i.e. ignorance- is a general lack of education, representation, or effort by non-muslim people to seek out information themselves. so sana leading by example and showing what it means to her to be muslim is so much more powerful.]]] -𝒃𝒂𝒎! -BEST BUDS 🥺

ep8 -haper du har plass weaving in and out of this episode until the chorus finally breaks when the los losers van shows up...... miss julie 😭 -oh my god the pictures. im a fucking MESS bc they’re not only significant to the scene and to sana but also like,, as part of our goodbye to the girls?? -the balloon squad and even :( while the timeline of them reconciling within just this week is kinda wack, seeing even back with his friends looking so happy makes my heart uwu so i’ll allow it just this once -eva’s message to vilde about her and magnus being able to trust each other w/o reading their texts... growth or irony -chris is such a phenomenal friend (and this is why I wanted more of her in s4!!) -sana’s phonecall to the girls breaks my fucking heart bc like. right off the bat she’s finally being vulnerable with them?? telling them about her fears and insecurities and struggles? typing this im gonna start crying lol but god I love her so much. she’s so brave and she put all that on the line bc all she really cares about are her friends, she loves them SO much even if (she thinks) they don’t love her back -lowkey sobbed so hard during the haper du har plass clip I almost threw up and it gave me a headache :) -anyways this is one of my favourite skam clips and god just. the moment you hear the girls calling for sana??? I LOSE it. when sana just starts BEAMING omg🤧 the girls love sana and support her and if you fuck with sana you fuck with us!!!!!! god. cannot articulate how dear to my heart this scene is. -haper du har plass feels like the end of the episode and the party clip is kinda just tacked on but I love how happy everyone is!! they’re all drinking champagne (who taught isak how to hold things) and dancing and smilingggg 💛 -yousana rise!!!!!!!! -ok don’t get me wrong I hate william for crashing the party but their entrance slow-mo kinda slaps.... also sana popping up in between noorhelm SENDS me

ep9 -this is the point in the season where the amount of time dedicated to noorhelm is beyond beyond beyond significantly damaging to the story. this is sana’s last episode!! instead of having them makeout in front of william’s car for 20 minutes mayhaps we could’ve had a conversation between the girls and sana, or with her brother (if they had continued the elias alcoholism plotline rip), or maybe even with jamilla or her mamma? like I don’t care at ALL about noora or william. give me anything else. ple a s e -what makes skam scenes so brilliant is their quiet moments!! julie let the scene breathe. not everything needs a tacky song playing over top. -I’ve said this abt like twenty clips now but MAGHRIB. oh my GOD. an absolute masterpiece and definitely tied for my all time favourite skam clip. can’t rlly put into words how stunning it is. & I love sana and yousef’s conversation so much. -“of course I brought food! my name is yousef!” mr. acar you’re the only man I trust

ep10 -as much as my heart yearns for 10 sana episodes I think splitting up the last episode of skam into individual POV clips for different characters was brilliant and such a poignant way to say goodbye :( -okay don’t think about what sana could’ve written in her texts to everyone or ur heart will go sicko mode -I won’t write anything abt this ep since I’ve already written too much but like.. (elias should’ve gotten a clip instead of william. pchris can stay because his clip was funny but he’s on thin fuckin ice) -kjaere sana was such a beautiful way to say goodbye to skam. so yeah. bye skam. i miss you.

overall ➔I’m not really sure why (possibly a lethal combination of my undying love for sana bakkoush, how much I relate to her, this but my ass was crying EVERY single episode of season 4...... F ➔I’m obsessed with s4′s aesthetic. imo the best editing, soundtrack and cinematography of any season!!!! julie is so talented at making each season feel distinct- to me, sana’s season is cool, vibrant colours (aka the late-night sunset aesthetic- gabie i hear u laughing shut up), crisp electronic/pop music and rap, ethereal city nights..... also sana has the best style of any skam character it had to be said ➔sana’s growth! seeing her open up and be honest and vulnerable with the girls during that phone call. sana sending all of her friends literally the sweetest messages of how much they mean to her and how much she values their relationship. sana being the (MUCH) bigger person and making amends with sara, ingrid etc. I love her so much :’((( ➔I’ve thought a lot about what I would change in season 4 and honestly? im a mf scatterbrain and have no real, structured ideas. my biggest issue is too much noora. dream s4 would be william staying in london and noora being happy on her own (but not rly on her own bc she has the girls and kollektivet!). as :/ as I am about the noora/yousef plotline, I’m not really sure what I’d do to replace the yousana conflict in ep5. maybe involving elias, or the balloon squad and even? related to that- in lieu of all the noora/noorhelm screentime, I would so much rather have a follow-up plot to elias’s drinking problem bc it was kinda just dropped? at the very least, the william clip should’ve been elias’s. I also would've killed for more one-on-one scenes with chris (even vilde or eva!), jamilla, even, members of the balloon squad... there are so many interesting stories that could’ve been explored instead of going down the noorhelm rabbithole again. furthermore, I feel like the social media plot was a bit... weak? again I’ve tried thinking of what I would’ve done instead (while also keeping the haper du har plass clip, y’all can pry that one from my cold dead hands) to little avail. what especially threw me about this plotline is that sana did this in s2 to jamilla, fucked up, and it bit her in the ass. I know that she gets irrational when angry but from a storytelling perspective, it seems repetitive. just.. I feel like there could’ve been a more powerful plot in which sana follows the same character arc. another thing I would’ve loved to see is beyond the los losers van, an apology from the girls to sana. or even just a conversation where they tell her “hey sana, we’re sorry for not paying attention and we’re sorry for being thoughtless/ignorant.” an apology from vilde about things she’s said in the past would’ve been <3. even a gesture! the girls order pizza again but this time it’s halal, or they make an effort to learn about sana’s religion and culture. I know it’s implied through the letter they write for sana, but a final standalone scene would’ve been so nice. ➔i’ve noticed soo many remakes do this thing where they like.. water down shitty behaviour of their characters. which like- sure. I would love for everyone to be kind and thoughtful and not as horrible as they could be but also... I think that’s the point of skam? to show that people fuck up, but that doesn’t define them as a person. no one is perfect and no one can be thoughtful and considerate and kind all the time. and often these ‘problematic’ actions are integral to the story- e.g. elias saying stupid comments to isak (related to isak’s internalized homophobia and fear of coming out to his friends), the girl squad being ignorant about what sana can eat, etc. so..... your remake is not better because it erased every horrible action every character has done. (nuance.. where r u.........) ➔despite its flaws, I will say- the good moments of season 4? ineffable. I think we sometimes forget that julie literally wrote, directed, and I believe (?) assisted w editing and soundtrack too. i cant imagine doing all that under so much pressure, trying to bring so many storylines to a conclusion whilst simultaneously creating a goodbye-season to a show she put her life into the past two years. I’m so fucking appreciative of her. and you know what? all in all julie wrote some pretty damn beautiful episodes and scenes, and you can tell she loves this show just as much as we do. ➔and honestly this is maybe one reason I’m more wary of watching remake s4′s, bc like.. this season meant SO much bc it was the last season of skam. we knew it was the last season. the final episode is more or less a love letter, a goodbye to the show. whereas w some remakes (do i have to say whomst) its like.. that love isnt there. it’s just another season. yknow? in conclusion I miss skam so much :(

ok whew if ur reading this ur a champion but also why did you just read 5k of me rambling about how much I love sana bakkoush??

#not one coherent or intelligent thing is said in the entirety of this post but enjoy #skam #blabbey #clownfest 2019

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Could u pls do some 2seok where Jin fattens hobi up so much that the poor baby gets stuck in a door or breaks a chair? N he doesn't know how to feel but jinnie comforts him n feeds him n gives him tummy rubs n jst luvs him :(( ♡

—ok so,,, mayhaps,,, i got a little carried away,,,and wrote,,, over 5k words???? IM SORYY I HAVE A THING FOR 2SEOK. I love this request too!! It’s my first time writting a prompt about a character breaking something (that isnt clothing) so i really hope i dont let you down with this one!!–

Seokjin had already adopted their entire life to fit Hoseok’s size. The large size chairs with no arms, changing a wooden bed for a double matress on the floor, wide doors, open spaces. Every measure to make the younger as cozy as possible in the comfort of their own home. But this week, Mrs and Mr. Jung had asked the couple if they could watch over the house as they went on a short vacation; cramped rooms, old chairs, childhood beds. To say Hoseok was frightened would be an understatement.

In his defence, he had every right to be anxious. There had been a drastic change on Hoseok’s frame, and his parents were too very slim individuals. He knew they had asked him and not sister just because she was on a short trip to Japan, he wasn’t the closest with his parents. They were judgmental enough when he was only chubby but now it had been a couple of months since his last visit, and anyone could say he was now properly obese. It wasn’t even an exaggeration at this point. His face had rounded out completely, and neck had disappeared entirely only to be replaced with a thick layer of fat. His chest had grown enough to be considered breasts, sagging down and resting on his enormous belly; which had grown enough to get in Hoseok’s way of normal everyday basics: he had a hard time putting on shoes, most times opting for sandals, put on pants, or well, joggers with extreme difficulty, he couldn’t even see his feet anymore! But it wasn’t a risky guess to say they were probably chubby as well. His stomach took so much space his arms, now flabby and with jiggly wings, couldn’t reach the bottom of it. His overhang so low it took up most space of his crotch; that also had a little separate pouch of fat above it. His love handles were now big enough to connect with the rolls of fat on his back. His legs had grown inwards and outwards, making it harder to walk or move in general. And it was all Kim Seokjin’s fault.

Hoseok was really fit once, lean muscles and sharp angles. In constant fear of dropping people’s expectations of him; that he was going to make it big, the world known dancer he had to become. The pressure was suffocating and soon turned the thing he loved the most, into the biggest toll on his mental health; to the point once he moved out of his parents’ house, the once extroverted cheerful boy isolated himself from not only his hometown friends but also the ones he had quickly made in Seoul. It was shocking to Seokjin when the guy he had not so long ago became his boyfriend, stopped talking to him entirely, even though he was older, he understood the stress of university. But it was summer vacation and there was still no sign of the dancer, of course, he didn’t expect him to burst out crying when he confronted the younger in his own apartment door. Yet with the discovery that this was much more than just stress from studies, Seokjin felt only more motivated to stay and to bring back the joyful man he met when the boy first entered university and their friend group. So he started hanging out more in the younger’s apartment, most days cooking his own meals for two; knowing fully well how more often than not, Hoseok would skip his everyday meals. And to Seokjin’s luck, the dancer not only accepted them but also ate them gleefully. Or at least that’s what the older could say from the now healthy weight he had gained. His ribs aren’t as noticeable and his every angle felt at least a little soter.; hi mood was better too, less anxious and even more confident in his own skin. Not as unsure, but the fun, extroverted and cheerful man he was before. Not only that, but Hoseok had also started to spend less time practicing in the dance studio, and more time at home; which gave the older the perfect opportunity to shower him with love, even though he was letting loose a little, it didn’t mean his incertenties disappeared. So the older would automatically preparee little details for huis boyfriend to see, from a single cupcake next to a post it with an encouraging message on it, or an ice cream after a particularly hard day, or a full on feast of celebration. It was Seokjin’s way of expressing support, especially considering how hard Hoseok wa son his body. For example, there was a feast with all of the dancer, or well, ex-dancer, when he decided to change his major to literature. It wasn’t that Seokjin was against dancing, but it had become such a toxic aspect of his boyfriend’s life, the reason behind all of his insecurities and anxieties. The older couldn’t say he was upset with the change, rather excited by it. Hoseok, of course was still uncertain but not only with Seokjin but with the help of everyone, he learnt to feel comfortable on his current major.

When Hoseok was majoring in dancing composition, all of his boyfriend`s rich foods would burn out throughout the week; however, it just so happened that the literature major did not require half as much movement as his former one. So it wasn’t a surprise to anyone when the younger began to gain weight, barely noticeable at first as Hoseok had the metabolism of a teenager. But that could only keep him fit solong; slowly, and very gradually weight began to settle. Barely noticeable, a soft stomach rounder thighs, but now, it would be the first thing people saw in him when he walked past.

It was hard, even though he was near finishing his major, in a happy relationship., with an amazing group of friends who stood by him; Hoseok still had his doubts about his change in career, especially with the metamorphosis his body had gone through. But with his boyfriends’ help, they adjusted their life till it was hardly noticeable that he was any different to their friends. But that was in their apartment, in Seoul.

“Seokjin I don’t fit through the door.” Hoseok stated mortified in front of the too slim entrance.

“Oh come on, Hobi! No with that attitude you won’t!”

“I am physically unable to go through this door.” He stood rigid as he saw his boyfriend laugh hysterically already inside the house.

“Don’t be ridiculous Seokie! Come I’ll help you in.” The older stood now outside in front of Hoseok, Slim crooked fingers holding fat ones. “Do you wanna try sideways or normal?”

“Lets try sideways.” The younger said waddling till he was no longer facing the door but the house next to them. Seokjin slides his hands from his arms to the very center of the massive expanse of his stomach.

“Ok, now walk slowly, try sucking in once you reach the door.” The older’s calmness was somewhat contagious as Hoseok walked over to the door, his boyfriend was already inside though his hands were still on him, pushing the fat slightly inwards, he would squish and ohs every side that went past the door frame so that he would fit. And just like that, slowly and carefully, Hoseok was inside his childhood home.

“If I have to do that everytime to get in an out of the house I think I’ll just stay in the entire week.” Hoseok groaned instantly finding a chair to sit down, cringing at the loud creak it produced. His breathing was heavy already, he could feel the heat radiating from his most likely red cheeks.

“Then don’t? I mean, you always used to complained how there wasn’t anything to do here anyway. And your parents already left tons of food for us to eat.” He shrugged cheekily “I say we use this week to relax, I know how stressed you’ve been with your thesis on that book..um…?” He gestured vaguely with his large hands.

“Demian” The younger started with a loud exhale of air, feeling the exhaustion from just the name of the novel alone.

“See? You are in need of a break, and you are in luck your amazing boyfriend is going to make sure, you have a good time!” He exclaimed rather dramatically, which earnt a fit of bubbly giggles from the younger. “I’m thinking….”He paused for a moment’s shifting his weight from one long leg to the other. “Movie marathon, blanket fort, and that stew you told me your mom left us.” Hoseok’s heart shaped smiled split his face in half, nodding quickly. And with that his boyfriend left to the living room, probably top build that for the mentioned. The younger would go grab the food and plates, however he had to get up first; a basic day to day thing that had become a difficulty with time. It took a few attempts but he was finally up and waddling his way into the cramped kitchen. It was hard, his ass constantly brushing against the counters, sometimes pushing pots in the process of moving; though he finally was able to not only waddle his way into the living room carrying the huge pot, but also go back for two large sodas and their plates glasses and chopsticks.

His childhood living room was turned into a blanket fortress, which wasn’t surprising knowing it was Seokjin’s specialty. The floor covered with pillows and blankets, making it comfortable to sit on the ground rather than the couch; it was a good call considering how small this couch was in comparison to theirs, Hoseok probably would only be able to fit half of his ass on it. Besides why would he choose the couch when he had his boyfriend already waiting open arms on floor, “The Lion King” ready to play in the tv in front of them, lights already dim and ready. With an adoring smile he wobbled his way into the floor, sitting down with a loud thud and a long exhale of breath; automatically his boyfriend began to serve him a large portion and set on top of his massive stomach. It pulled down enough for his overhang to be completely settled on the floor covering his crotch; which was also being squished between the fat of his thighs which he had to have spread for ther eot be room for his overflowing stomach. He began to eat happily, one hand bringing food into his parted lipos and the other holding him up from behind; though his flabby arm got tired and he had to push himself backwards against the couch, his whole body jiggling violently with the movement.

He finished his serving quite quickly, and his appetite had changed drastically over the last couple of years, so he pushed himself forward to get a second. Though he finished that one at amazing speed too, so he had to move again to get his third; but by the forth serving Hoseok was growing tired of moving forward and back constantly and eye his boyfriend who had an arm over his shoulder and another hand mindlessly on his not yet bloated stomach. All it took was a slight cough from the younger and Seokjin is already bringing the pot near them to serve him his fifth serving of stew. There was nearly half of the pot left, though Hoseok kept up a fast pace until his seventh serving, he was feeling a little full, his stomach hardening on the slightest; yet this isn’t a worry on the younger’s mind as the large kept it’s steady rhythm tracing circles around the expanse of fat. It was on the eight serving where he had to take a break, his breathing reduced to heavy intakes of air; signalling silently for hs boyfriend to bring him one of the bottles of soda, not needing to be told to help him hold it the older did anyways; knowing Hoseok’s arms would only resist so long, long crooked fingers placed firmly on top of chubby ones as the younger gulped down. There was less than half the bottle left, and his stomach had expanded ridiculously almost no fat left to squish; a loud whine made it past his oily lips before the younger could restrain it.

“Aw, Hoseokie, we both know there is still room left.” He left no time for the other to respond as a hand sneaked its way under the tight shirt and began pressing at the sides, massaging the pain away strongly. It took a couple of minutes but the younger finally felt a wave of hunger go through him because of the smell of the stew that is yet to be eaten inside the pot.

“I’m ready.” He stated quietly, though this time he didn’t move to grab Seokjin’s hand with the next serving on it. The older was quick to realize what he had to do, and pressed himself against Hoseok’s side, sinking into the flesh as he brought a mouthful of food into his lazily parted lips. Neither of them were paying attention to the movie anymore, both of them completely absorbed with what was happening. Stuffings weren’t a rare occurrence though every time both Hoseok and Seokjin got completely lost in it; the younger shivered with the feeling of hot stew slipping down his throat easily, warm all over because of their overeating, and Seokjin’s hot breath on his thick neck. A deep brush tainted his cheeks as he panted, poking his eyes open at the lack of food being sent his way, only to be found with an empty pot.

“I think this was meant to last us the entire week.” Seokjin’s says breathless, the younger knew he was excited by this too. They both acknowledged it, though never spoke of it. He felt the same way too, and even though Hoseok did spend a lot of his time eating and Seokjin feeding him; never like this. Not hours of stuffing that left both of them breathless, they both knew the other wanted that, though they never found the time. That was until they were asked to look out for the Jung parents’ house, all alone for an entire week. Maybe this week wouldn’t be so bad.

And he had been right, it was in this week were both lovers discovered the very wonders of feederism; testing the younger’s limits on every meal which had him on a constant state of fullness and laziness. Tonight was their last diner in the house before they had to leave the house. Seokjin was currently out, looking for all of their orders at the various restaurants Hoseok had ordered form. Not so much to their surprise, they had finished all of the food Hoseok’s parents had left them by the lunch of day two; or well at least the younger did. Even though his hometown wasn’t necessarily the biggest, there so many orders that had Hoseok’s stomach rumbling angrily, but there was no food left! Unless…

He swung his gigantic mass forward and back looking for impulse to stand; it took a couple of tries but with a violent speed he stood up. The enormous amount of weight in his middle almost making him fall forward, he was already panting and he could feel his hearts speeding up. It took some moments of recomposure until he began to waddle his way into his parents’ bedroom; if his memory didn’t fail him, his mother had a secret stock of fattening foods for when she was on her diets. He sneaked his fat mass through the slim door into her closet and spread his knees seperate ways to make room for the giant rolls that formed whenever he crouched. and there it was the large “shoe box” underneath layer wsof clothes that covered it.

Happily he took it, though all this walking had tir4ed him out; he eyed the chair on hispàrents’ desk. It might not be the most comfortable, but he didn’t have the time to clean the crumbs he was going to leave in their bed afterwards, nor the energy to walk back to the living room. So with a sigh, he laid all of his weight aggressively on the weak chair. It creaked loudly but that was a normality now for Hoseok so he proceeded to excitedly open the box. He could start eating now, and when he had more energy go back to the couch, right?

He didn’t exactly know what he was going to find inside the box, though at this point he was willing to eat anything; he actually had a hard time reaching the insides of the box, having to be at a distance from the desk, his stomach getting in the way between him and the food. He let the desk sink into his belly as he reached over the massive chocolate bar and began to eat. His plans of going to the couch being forgotten not only because he got lost on the eating and the feeling of his hunger decreasing gradually; but also the feeling of revenge on his parents. Knowing how much of a pig they would think he is ass overspilling on the chair, gut too fat pushing against the desk, too spoiled to be able to wait less than an hour without food. It was thrilling, knowing how much o a pig he was; he wants to slow down so Seokjin could see him like this when he arrived; but i couldn’t help the speed at which food enters his mouth, he was so hungry. His train of thought had already stopped long ago, the feeling of food settling down at the bottom of his large stomach, in fact he had begin to close his eyes in pleasure, only hearing his heavy breathing and the noise of him biting and swallowing food he didn’t even took the time to recognize. So lost in the feeling, perhaps, too lost, as he couldn’t anticipate the loud crack coming from underneath him. Hoseok didn’t have time to process what had just happened, but the broken pieces of chair sinking into his flabby ass and the fact that he was now sitting on the floor; made it pretty clear. He broke his parents’ chair.

He felt a wave of horror rush through him, the only thought that occupied his mind was “Failure”. He shouldn’t have dropped out of dance, he shouldn’t have gained al this weight; now it was too late, he was just a big fat disappointment to everyone who once knew him; this was probably too much for Seokjin too. What kind of person would want a morbidly obese partner? And like a bad ironic joke to Hoseok, he heard the door open.

“Hobi?” The older called loud voice resonating through the house. He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t want the othe to see him like this; so hurriedly and ungracefully he attempted to stand up, he failed at first and fell with a loud thud making the floor vibrate as an aftermath. The learning footsteps only made the younger more determined as he stood up after a large intake of air and waddlñed towards the door, just at the same time as his boyfriend.

“Oh, Seokjinnie, hi.” His voice sounded raspy and out of breath, and he saw Seokjin had rushed to him with the multiple orders still in his hand.

“Are you ok? I heard something cracking…Why are you in your parents`room?” Hoseok wa squick to overcompensate.

“Oh yeah I was feeling a little nostalgic and I know my mom had a box on her wardrobe with photos and stuff though I couldn’t find it, I just ended up knocking stuff over… Haha you know me I can be a little clumsy!!” Hoseok considered himself a good liar, and it had just been proven with the dark look that took over Seokjin. However, he could guess what was coming and after his insecurity break down, the last thing he wanted to do was eat. But if it got him out of his parents’ bedroom, he’d take it.

“Oh, I bet you looked great, your fat ass squished into that tiny little room.” Hoseok’s eyes widen, they had talked about those types of nicknames during the week, and HOseok was actively in favor of them. But Now, all they did was make his stomach twist in a nauseous nature. He let out an exaggerated whine

“Seokjin, can’t we just go and eat in the living room? I’m too hungry to wait.” It wasn’t really a lie, as much self deprecation he felt. He still wasn’t quite full. He tensed in fear as he felt one of his boyfriend’s long fingers brush against the outside of his mouth, cleaning off a stain of dark chocolate.

“Even after you stuffed your face while I was gone, pig?” Hoseok stood rigid, he felt another large hand press against the top of his stomach pushing him further inside slightly. The younger’s lack of answer only encouraged the other to continue. “Maybe I spoiled you too much, huh fatso? You can’t even wait 40 minutes without food in your mouth. And what’s worse is you probably are hungry. It’s never enough for you, just can’t stop gorging yourself into what you are now, a big, fat pig.”

“Airplane!” Hoseok couldn’t hold the scream that left his lips. The use of the safeword instantly making Seokjin’s eyes softened, he didn’t barge the younger with questions, knowing fully well this would only overwhelm him more. Instead he placed a cold hand on his round heated cheek. Though he remained silent, though his nerves urged him to know and with the most gentle voice he could muster he spoke.

“Seokie, you can tell me.” He pleaded silently although he was desperate. The younger was looking down, ashamed, Seokjin’s caring voice being the only thing that motivated him to tell.

“I broke my parents’ chair.” He stated in a quiet voice. “I sat in it and after a couple of minutes it just fell apart” As he went further explaining the situation he could hear his voice wobbling. “A-and now, I just can’t stop thinking about what would they think, and how disappointed they must feel, they hate me enough knowing that I gave up becoming a dancer. B-but I can’t even imagine what they would think if they saw me like this. Fuck, it must be disgusting even for- for you.” He didn’t dare to look at Seokjin’s reaction, fear shaking him to the point of crying. Though he didn’t realize he was doing so until he felt soft touches over his long ago faded cheekbones, he looked up startled.

“Hoseok.” The older’s tone sounded serious, stern even . “I could never disgusted by you. You know how gorgeous I think you are, any weight, any size. I- I wish I would have been here when it happened, made sure you were comfortable. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” He sounded helpless as his dark eyes searched within Hoseok’s.

“It was embarrassing ok? I was already beginning to think you would be grossed out by me.” He said sounding a lot more comfortable in the situation.

“Well, you thought wrong…And…I get if you don’t want to do the stuffing, though you are still having something for dinner.” The older too was regaining his cheeky demeanor as he spoke. And although what happened had left him feeling self conscious, the idea of Seokjin taking care of him with a sesion didn’t seem that bad; the thought of gentle hands and caring words took over his head as he answered almost automatically.

“No no! Actually, I would really like that.” His words came out desesperante at first and then became shy and embarrassed, though his words caused a wide grin to his boyfriend’s face. He passed all the bag orders into one hand, which honestly seemed to be straining his slim fingers and with the other he extended it fo Hoseok to grab. Holding onto it tightly they walked together through the thin corridors into the living room. The younger sitting with a heavy exhale, the loud creak of the couch brought back memories of what had just happened minutes ago., though luckily, Seokjin wa squickly next to him, all orders splayed out on the coffee table a careful hand caressing his chubby cheek.

“What would you like to start with baby?” His voice was so soft, the older clearly understood what Hoseok needed instead of their ordinary rather more intense stuffings. And Hoseok was grateful for that.

“With the chicken.” The younger’s voice came out equally quiet. ANd no more words were needed as Seokjin reached out onto the table grabbing the dish and bringing mouthfuls into his boyfriend’s lips; their pace was slow and steady. The older’s nose brushing against Hoseok’s flabby cheek, nuzzling closer to his side with each bite. It wasn’t long until he finished the plate, lips oily with grease, though Seokjin didn’t seem to mind as he kissed him sweetly.

“You are doing so good already Hobi. So good for me. How’s your stomach feeling?” Hoseok is only able to answer with a low whine, chubby fingers reaching out to the center of his stomach, where his fingers met Seokjin’s. “No,no. Let me take care of you.” And with a tight squeeze to the younger’s hand, he continued rubbing circles all along the top of the massive dome lightly. Hoseok didn’t feel that full, though it helped to take things slowly and gently. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, him leaning back relaxing enough to have his eyes closed as Seokjin’s hands found each their way to knead they doughty flesh. Quiet hums escaped his lips under the pressure of the older’s hands. Until they stopped moving, and suddenly he felt a warm breath against his ear. “What next love?” Hoseok peaked his eyes opened and analized what was before him. Avoiding to look at his boyfriend knowing fully well the rosey tinted his face would have under the use of that type of nicknames.

“Pork please.” His voice was cheerful once again, which only gave Seokjin more motivation to reach out and began feeding him, still slowly yet the atmosphere had changed; the air seemed lighter and it had seemed as if the chair incident had been forgotten. The older leaned in to spread light kisses over all of Hoseok’s soft shoulder; which earnt as a result contagious giggles from the other. Though he was quick to shut up when the food was brought to his mouth. This time, a lot more open than when they had first started the stuffing, the younger hummed in approval; could be because of the taste of the food, or because Seokjin’s kisses to his body had become sloppy and slow. The feeling of tightness was taking over Hoisoek’s expanded middle, ever so slightly he whined and took the plate from Seokjin’s hands, earning a confused glance. “I-I’ll go one, but, rub my stomach?” He didn’t sound desperate though, the way his face scrunched up in pleasure once the older began massaging his dome was enough.

“Of course baby, you know how much I love taking care of you. Seeing you treat yourself, eat to your heart’s content; it makes me so happy Seokie.” Long fingers groped gently the large overhang of Hoseok’s stomach, whilst the other hand rubbed circles all over the middle strongly. Warm words encouraged the younger to speed up his pace as he ate his way through the second dish, finishing it quickly. Seokjin’s eyes were on him constantly, looking mesmerized as he saw his boyfriend eat. “What next sweetheart?” There were only two more dishes left before going into desserts, so there wasn’t that much choice.

“Pass me the stake and I’ll eat the burger last.” And instantly he had the dish placed carefully on the top of his large stomach. He began to eat, his pace even quicker than before, a rush of motivation getting to him. Of course his boyfriend noticed, acknowledging HOseok’’s efforts with a tight squeeze to his thick love handles.

“You are finishing them so fast, ‘m so proud. You are doing amazing baby, enjoying yourself to the fullest, well fed; taken care of, that’s what you deserve. “ Gentle words came along with a burger set in front of him. Hoseok was already feeling properly full by now, pace still fast though not as willingly. He bit into the large burger and moaned around it, the flavour of the burger mixing with the way Seokjin’s strong hands roamed and groped all over him, sending him waves of pleasure. The younger’s eyes were half lidded, his breathing has become heavy and a thin layer of sweat covered his entire mass. Though finishing the burger was becoming hard, his stomach had hardened to its majority which lead to a lethargic lazy pace of eating. He counted the bites left for him to finish it, and once he did, he was saddened at the lost of not only Seokjin’s hands over his body but the warmth of his body next to him. The older was bringing the two desserts that they had ordered onto the couch, occupying the space where Seokjin had formerly been sitting; and with that he happily sat on Hoseok’s lap, slim torso pushing against hard dome earning a loud moan from both of them. “Your stomach is so hard, you ate so much, Seokie. You did so well, how about we mix both the ice cream and the cake for you to drink huh? How does that sound?” Seokjin’s voice remained gentle and caring, HOseok keened at the praise nodding desperately at the amazing suggestion. The older stood up and walked the kitchen where the noise of the blender could be heard. Quickly the weight of his tall boyfriend was again on his laps as he handed him the large glass with a straw, holding it with both hands as he drank it easily. The feeling of cold liquid sliding down his throat, made his entire body relax. Seokjin took both of his free hands as an opportunity hands caressing and pressing onto the places he saw impacted Hoseok the most, the younger had his full attention as he saw his expression change when he pressed his side or the top of his stomach. Though he found the sweet post once he saw Hoseok’s face scrunch up when he groped and jiggled strongly the overhang of his massive stomach. With both hands at the bottom, he leaned down and began to spread kisses all over the clothed dome, in between kisses soft caring murmurs made their way past Seokjin’s full lips. “So good Hobi, so good for me. You are so beautiful, so stunning.” Hoseok’s face heated up at the encouraging words, motivating him to finish his dessert even though he felt to his limit. With a big intake of air, he swallowed what was left of his milkshake; he finished and his stomach was throbbing, making him scrunch his face up in pain and not pleasure. Though no words were needed as Seokjin’s expert hands pushed his sides inwards with slight strength, leaning in for his boyfriends chocolate lips, the sweet taste of what he had just eaten taking over his own mouth. Their kiss started quick and chaste but grew sloppy and slow, with the only interventions being the older praise.

“You did amazing Hoseok, I’m so proud of you. My beautiful, boyfriend, did so good, so full and happy just for me…We’ll have to get them a new chair though.”

#annon #request #2seok #bts chubby #bts feederism #bts fat #kim seokjin #jung hoseok #feedee hoseok #feedee hobi #feedee jhope #feeder seokjin #feeder jin #seokseok

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synonym-for-life · 6 years ago

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what would Cormac think if he saw Steve and Bucky in the gym?

i have many thoughts

mayhaps too many

but here goes

If Cormac saw Bucky and pre-serum Steve at the gym…boy, oh, boy. He’d look at that twig and pray to the Gains Gods. Like Cormac would see skinny Steve lifting and at first he would laugh (cause let’s face it, he’s a bit of a dick) but the thing is Cormac RESPECTS people who don’t give up, Cormac RESPECTS people who have BDE and Steve has plenty of it.

So Cormac would be impressed. And then Cormac would get excited. And there is nothing Cormac McLaggen does better than excitement. It would be HYPE. Steve would be squatting and Cormac would come by, pushing Bucky away from his spotter position and spot for Steve himself. He would clap him on the back so hard Steve would almost crumble and then with every squat Steve made, Cormac would SCREAM. Steve, the small dude squatting the heaviest load he can, would be completely quiet, bar a few laboured breaths, he’d be stone-faced, his lips pressed together, and Cormac would stand behind him ROARING.

Bucky and Steve would both hate Cormac but kind of also always miss him if he wasn’t there. Then Cormac starts bringing them free protein powder and preworkout and they’re like ‘aight, our poor asses can’t miss out on this, can they?’ so they’d kinda start liking him too.

BUT if Cormac saw post-serum Steve and WS Bucky at the gym…..

1. He would be COMPLETELY oblivious to the fact that Bucky is dangerous af (and looks it). He just wouldn’t notice that everyone else gives him a wide berth and would like slap him on the shoulder unknowing that he almost just got himself killed when he startled him like that.

2. He would not clock onto the fact that Bucky and Steve are together and he would hit on Steve. Constantly.

3. Bucky would loom threateningly while Cormac and Steve talked and silently fume because NO ONE has the right to make Steve blush like that (nevermind that Steve is blushing because of secondhand embarrassment because Cormac’s pick up lines are just TERRIBLE -cough - self-insert - cough-). Like Bucky knows jealousy is not sexy, but Bucky is a damaged man, and give him a fucking break, he spent so long without Steve he can’t have some steroid-blown loudmouth stealing his quality time with his boyfriend.

4. Cormac would be APPALLED at the state of their asses. He would be like “dudes, do you even squat?” and then he’d try to physically check the firmness of Steve and Bucky’s ass. cause you know…how can you be certain otherwise? THEN Cormac, like the determined Gryffindor he is, would embark on a mission. Get Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes AN ASS. Because Steve and Bucky would turn out to be rather reluctant at listening to his advice, Cormac would decide to lead by example. What does that mean? Just a lot, a looooot of squats and hip thrusts in their immediate vicinity. While never taking his eyes off them. Just staring right into Bucky Barnes’s eyes, eyebrows raised, while he humps the air determinedly.

#ok #so maybe i love cormac a bit too much #i should write like a crossover #:'D #roarmac meets stucky #or Cormac meets the Avengers #imagine Nat listening to him talk #god #cormac mclaggen #what an icon #stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers

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joannalannister · 8 years ago

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Hi~ I've been wondering, do you think Joanna wanted a marriage between Cersei & Oberyn for more than just because she's good friends with his mother? I get the feeling that living in Dorne gave Joanna a taste of freedom that many girls never experience and knowing her young daughter's personality, maybe she believed Cersei would be happier in Dorne where she'd have a bit more freedom? What do you think? Could Cersei have been happy there? I like to believe she could have been.

Hi! I think I disagree with you on various points, I’m sorry! First, I don’t actually believe that Joanna wanted Cersei to marry Oberyn. I talk about this more here.

I think Joanna wanted Jaime to marry a princess, and the only unwed princess in the realm at the time was Elia, the daughter of Joanna’s longtime friend.

Meanwhile, I think Joanna wanted Cersei/Rhaegar, while either (1) the Unnamed Princess Martell wanted Cersei/Oberyn, or (2) Oberyn … I’m trying to phrase this nicely … Oberyn can be a little arrogant at times, and I can see a teenager making unrealistic assumptions about events and inserting himself. We don’t know exactly what the Unnamed Princess said to Oberyn. What if she said something along the lines of,

“We go to make a marriage for your sister. Mayhaps we shall even find someone for you, Oberyn,” the Princess said despairingly.

Like, what if the Princess thinks that Oberyn is so wild and willful that she will have trouble making a marriage for him (he was already gone from the Citadel at this point), so she makes a joke, and Oberyn takes it seriously? We don’t know what was actually said, or how it was said, or anything else.

But anyways, I think Cersei/Oberyn originated entirely on the Martell side, because the Lannisters would gain little from a marriage pact to a landless second son, while the Martells would gain significant military aid if Oberyn marries Cersei. If someone threatens Cersei, “Casterly Rock will rise, and not alone.” (It would be a different story if we were discussing Doran for Cersei instead of Oberyn, but we’re not.)

Second, I’m unaware of any passage in the text that says or implies that Joanna lived in Dorne? I think that must be headcanon or fanon or something, and I’m afraid I do not subscribe to it, I’m sorry! I like to imagine that Joanna attended a tourney or two in the Reach, which the Unnamed Princess also attended, but that is as close as I imagine Joanna got to Dorne, which is to say, not very close. I do believe that Joanna gained some cultural understanding of Dornish customs by spending time with the Unnamed Princess while they were ladies in waiting together, if that’s what you mean.

Third, I don’t really subscribe to this idea fandom has about Westerosi parents being super supportive of nonconforming daughters. For example, there’s this idea that, if events had played out differently, Cat and Ned would never make A*rya give up her sword, would never force her into an arranged marriage, and would basically never try to force her to conform to societal standards as she grew older, and I don’t agree with that idea. (It makes me very sad to say that. I wish that Westeros were a much nicer place.)

Tywin and (imo) Joanna, deeply concerned with their reputations, are far more anal than Ned and Cat could ever be, and I think they were interested in making their children conform to Westerosi standards, instead of trying to make changes to accommodate their children.

Fourth, I’m not sure what you mean by “knowing her young daughter’s personality”? Cersei was only seven when Joanna died, and I’m not sure that Cersei was voicing her opinions on gender inequality in Westeros before Joanna died? I mean, we know that Jaime and Cersei were caught doing something inappropriate before Joanna died, but I’m not sure if that’s something indicative of personality?

Like, to me, bb!Cersei seemed eager to please, starved for her father’s rare private smiles, and probably terrified when Joanna threated to tell Tywin what happened when they did the inappropriate thing. I’m not sure that there was anything in Cersei’s personality at age seven that definitely said to Joanna, “My child needs to go live in Dorne.” Like, I imagine that bb!Cersei was willful toward her mother at times, I imagine she was arrogant, I imagine she didn’t get along with the other little girls that were brought to be her playmates, but even if the “what do I get?” question was asked before Joanna died, that doesn’t seem like it would be a red flag to Joanna to send her child to Dorne to marry a second son.

(I mean, Tywin is a bellicose maniac, so I could definitely see him giving Jaime his first real sword at seven years old (even tho I think most noble boys in Westeros are a little older when first trusted with long sharp objects? see joff, robb, etc), but ok, say Tywin gives his son a present (a sword) without giving Cersei a present, and Cersei expresses her unhappiness with this situation. I don’t think the logical conclusion a parent immediately draws there is “welp I need to ship my child off to Dorne.” I think the conclusion most parents would draw in that situation would be, like, “oops i gave my son a present without giving my daughter a present. i should fix that. maybe cersei would like a new pony. steward, go forth and buy my precious princess a pony”)

But if we set aside all of those things and propose an AU where Cersei married Oberyn … hmm, idk, I guess she could be happy? I don’t want to say that it’s out of the realm of possibility for Cersei to be happy married to Oberyn, but … I don’t really see a lot that would make Cersei happy?

What extra freedoms in Dorne specifically apply to Cersei? Rules about Dornish inheritance don’t apply to her, nor would they really apply to her children, because Oberyn is a second son, so what would Cersei’s eldest inherit? I mean, that kinda really fuckin sucks for Cersei, so I can see that as a source of major unhappiness.

I suppose there is more sexual freedom in Dorne … but … well, first, the things one does with one’s lowborn paramour aren’t necessarily the same things one does with one’s highborn wife, and second, would Cersei enjoy threesomes? (That is not a question I ever expected to contemplate.)

The only way I can see Cersei enjoying being in bed with two men at the same time is if one of them is Jaime and that’s not happening (siblingcest is still not ok in Dorne either), and I absolutely cannot see Cersei enjoying being in bed with Oberyn and another woman, like we all saw how Cersei/Robert/Lyanna worked out, Cersei is a very jealous person.

But, like, in terms of Dornish sexual freedom, I’m really not sure if it’s really ok in Dorne for a nobleman’s wife to go off and have an affair?? Maybe I wasn’t paying attention (entirely possible) but I really don’t think that flies, even in Dorne???? Because Dorne is still misogynistic????

And I don’t think Cersei would like it if Oberyn had any extra marital affairs, either with women or with other men, during their marriage.

And Oberyn already had a bastard before he even went to Casterly Rock, and Oberyn would probably have more bastards before Cersei was old enough to wed, and I really don’t think Cersei would enjoy having Oberyn’s bastards around, forced to include them in the family game night and other family gatherings, because the Martells are nice people like that.

Also, Oberyn and Cersei can both be kind of hot-headed. I think the arguments they would have would be amaaaazing.

So you gotta tell me why Cersei is happy in this AU?

Cersei wants power, but she gets zero power by marrying Oberyn. Cersei wants respect, but this marriage is kind of … not going to get her a lot of respect? It’s not as bad as Genna/Emmon, but Cersei is still marrying a second son and her children get nothing? Cersei is an outsider in Dorne, so idk if she would be happy about that? And I’m not really clear on what extra agency she would have by marrying Oberyn? What does Cersei get to do differently as Oberyn’s princess?

I mean … I do think Oberyn is a much better person than Robert. I don’t think Oberyn would ever rape Cersei, so there’s that.

But I don’t see a lot to be happy about? I’m sorry. Maybe you might try the Cersei/Oberyn tag on AO3 for something fluffy instead because I don’t think this response was what you wanted, I’m sorry!

(I swore I answered this before but I can’t find it. I also swore that @nobodysuspectsthebutterfly answered an AU question about Cersei/Oberyn before but I couldn’t find that either. So anyways.)

#pips69 #replies #joanna lannister #au questions #lannister thoughts #cersei x oberyn #cersei lannister #oberyn martell #joanna meta #cersei meta

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icecream-and-gadreel · 8 years ago

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Don’t Let me be Misunderstood

Summary: You meet the infamous Mr. Ketch during a vampire hunt gone wrong. From the moment you laid your eyes on him, you knew that you fucking loathed him. Every run in with him is increasingly troubling, with your patience diminishing quicker and quicker.

Characters: Arthur Ketch, Deanxhunter!reader (implied), Sam, Mary, Castiel (Mention)

Rating: Mature (heed my warnings!)

Warnings: Language, Ketch is creepy, unwanted physical touching (Kissing and stroking of the arm), typical canonical violence, mentions of torture (Vampire)

Word count: 3400+

A/N: This is from my 21 song fic challenges! This is not for Ketch girls, my dear friends, this is for the pals who either wanna see me spill tea all over Mary and Ketch, or pals who like badass readers.

Eternity squad: @mrswhozeewhatsis @beriala @busybee612 @kittenofdoomage @aprofoundbondwithdean @ign-is @icantthinkofaname-oops @catsoftheapocalypse @purgatoan ( @mrsgabrieltrickster if the warnings aren’t too much, I feel that you will enjoy this, mayhaps)

“I’m just a soul who’s intentions are good, oh lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood.”

This ‘rescue’ has been going on for fifteen minutes now; you’re starting to feel bad for the vampire. You wince as finally, the deranged son of a bitch who busted into the door cuts it’s head off, flexing his hands. You’ve seen some pretty….violent hunters in the past. You get it, sometimes the life just gets to you. But this? This is different. He sliced into this vampire, punched it, and kicked it until it was begging for him to just end it. Once that happened? He just kept going. He only stopped when he seemed to get bored of the begging, like he had his fill of this sick game.

And this is the man who Mary sent. You mentally note to never ask her for help again as he makes his way to you, raking your brows together.

“Y/N, it was requested that I deliver you to the Winchesters,” he says. Accent. Great, British men of letters. You scream as he rips the duck tape from over your mouth, gaining a chuckle from him.

“Untie me,” you say, your eyes locked on his. He ignores your words, circling around your chair with a soft smile on his face. "Now would be good,“ you add. Pulling off his gloves, he kneels down behind you, working the knot loose. The rope falls from around your form, and you let out a sigh of relief, flexing your hands in the ropes around your wrists. “These too, hot shot,” you say.

“That isn’t my name,” he says, his eyebrows raised. “It’s Arthur. Arthur –”

“Ketch,” you mumble, a growl escaping your lips. He nods, flinching back as you attempt to head butt him. “Just my luck. I get this piece of shit,” you hiss, gaining a taken aback look from him. “Just untie me.”

“I…take it you aren’t a fan of me?” He narrows his eyes, pulling his leather glove onto his hand. “Have we met?”

“Tortured Sammy, compelled his mom to almost get Cas killed.” You give him a tight-lipped smile, struggling against the rope. “I got the gist,” you hiss through clenched teeth. He gestures to the vampire on the ground, his eyebrows raked together.

“I got rid of that pesky little problem for you, did I not?” he growls, quickly going back to his blank look. “Say thank you, it’s imperative to be polite.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” you say, rolling your eyes with a wide grin. “How about I do you one better? Just whip your cock out and let me stuff it down my throat oh GREAT savior!” you say, voice soaked in sarcasm. “Is that thanks enough for you, you piece of living, breathing, maggot infested garbage?”

He stares at you blankly, words lost to him. “Perhaps you need time to calm down, I’ll retrieve you in say…two days?” he asks, smirking when your face sinks. “Or perhaps you’ll play nice. You decide, dear.” You clench your jaw, twisting your head away as he strokes a gloved hand over your cheek. God, he makes you feel like you’re swimming in sewage; you hate having him so near to you. He tucks a finger underneath your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Come on, I’ll start you out. Dearest Arthur…” He rolls his wrist.

“Dearest?” you scoff, straightening up as he pulls away from you. As he begins walking away, you suck in a breath, closing your eyes. “Dearest Arthur, thank you so very –” You pause as sarcasm fills your voice, letting out a breath. “Thank you for saving my life.” Even though you’d rather die than be in debt to this skeevy bastard. He smiles sweetly, clasping his hands together.

“Was that so hard?”

“You have no fucking idea,” you grumble under your breath. He wipes his knife clean with a handkerchief before cutting into the ropes around your wrists. You stand from your seat, snatching your machete from the ground and making your way toward the exit. You pat your pockets for your keys, stopping cold in your tracks when you hear them jingling behind you.

“You may need these to drive,” Arthur says, smiling and tossing them to you. You glare in return, catching them as you push out of the warehouse door. “You’re really going to have to work on these manners.”

“You untied me, we’re done here,” you say, sorting through your keys. You can feel his eyes on you, burning into you as you make your way to your car. “We got a problem, psychopath?” you ask, turning to him. He’s standing much closer than you anticipated, wearing a frown and a locked jaw.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re excused.”

“No, what did you just call me? Psychopath?” he asks. You gesture to the warehouse, scoffing.

“You just tortured a –”

“Monster.”

“That doesn’t excuse anything. Mentally? You’ve got problems, kid.” You climb into your car, and just before you close it you lock eyes with him once more. “If I ever see you or one of your other friends, you better fucking run. One of you owe Sam a few hours of pain.”

“That sounds promising,” Arthur says, a smile stretching across his face. You smile in return, trying to hide your anger.

“Oh yeah, sweety, when I get rough, it’s fucking magical,” you hiss, slamming the door. He watches as you drive away, that same stale smile glued to his face.

–

Dean sets a beer down in front of you, trying to stifle his laughter. You kick him playfully, leaning back in your seat. Telling him about the Ketch situation had him laughing on and off for an hour now. He cracks open his beer, taking a short swig before leaning forward.

“These guys aren’t too fond of rogue hunters –”

“Won’t be too fond of my boot up his ass either,” you grumble, gaining roaring laughter from Dean. Mary sinks down next to you, and you shoot her a glare, gaining a furrowed brow from her. “Anyways, I think I might sit this one out,” you say.

“What? But I like hunting with you,” Dean whines.

“She looks tired Dean, let her go,” Mary says, reaching for your beer. Squinting, you snatch your beer up, placing your chair next to Dean’s and plopping down. “Or maybe there’s a different issue going on?” she mumbles, lacing her fingers together. You hum to yourself, tilting your head. If you hit her, you wonder how hard you’d have to run to avoid the wrath of Sam and Dean. Maybe they’d get over it. Pausing, you shake your head.

“They don’t get over anything,” you whisper, gaining a frown from Dean.

“What?” he grunts.

“What?” you retort, opening your beer. “So it’s just a werewolf, right?” you ask. He glances down at the table, clearing his throat.

“We’re gonna take out the pack,” he says, gaining wide eyes from you. “If we get rid of the pack, we’re nipping the problem in the bud. Every wolf goes bad at some point.”

“Wow…even Garth and his lovely wife?” you ask sweetly, making Dean stiffen. “This sounds like some British men of letters bullshit.”

Dean huffs, swigging from his beer again. “Yeah well –”

“That’s why we’re taking the pack out,” Mary cuts in, pulling out her phone. “They’re coming to help us,” she says. You hold your hands up, standing from your seat. “Just give them a chance –”

“Give them a chance to use me as bait? Or test their weird weapons on? Or – and I think you’ll like this one personally Mary – give them a chance to torture Sam again?” you ask, standing stone in your place as she grips your collar.

“Mom, Y/N, come on,” Dean says, pushing you both apart. He stands in between you both, holding his hands up defensively. “Take it easy guys.”

“Did you hear what she said, Dean?” Mary asks, hurt in her voice. He nods in return, staring down at the ground.

“I’m not gonna lie, mom, I’m right there with her,” Dean says, throwing his hands up. “Like it or not, these guys –”

“Aren’t we the talk of the town,” Arthur’s voice purrs as he walks into the bar, his hands tucked into his pockets. When his eyes meet yours, a smile stretches across his face. “Would you like to settle this pain debt now, or later?” he asks, letting out a faint laugh as you sink into your seat. “Mick, this is the hunter I was talking about,” he says. A second man approaches, whipping out his business card.

“Lovely to meet you,” Mick says, smiling. You swig your beer, pretending as if he isn’t standing there. “Or…not…”

“Sorry,” you begin, turning to them both. “Unlike some people, I find a problem in chumming it up with people who torture the people I love,” you say, your eyes locked on Mary. “Who’s next, Lucifer gonna be coming to family picnics after what he did to your son?” you whisper. She snarls at you, turning her eyes to Arthur and Mick.

“We’re ready when you are,” she says, gaining a nod from Arthur. Everyone begins filing out, save for Dean, who catches your arm. Before you can speak, he’s giving you a 'shut up and listen’ look.

“You’re gonna have to take it easy on my mom,” he says.

“Dean –”

“Look, I get it, I do. I don’t like those son’s of bitches either, but we’re adults. We make our own decisions, no matter how fucked up they may be.” He gestures to you, eyebrows raised. “You and Crowley, for example.”

You clench your teeth at the memory, nodding. “Ok, I get it, fine,” you say, nodding. “But Ketch and Mickey mouse are fair game,” you say, gaining a smirk from him.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart.”

…..

Arthur growls as you push him against the wall, struggling against your grasp. “What are you doing?” he asks, lowering his hands to his sides.

“You’re not about to torture another god damn person, not while I’m around,” you say, pulling your gun from your pants. The werewolf stares up at you with pleading eyes. At this point, you aren’t sure if it’s pleading for life or death. You shoot it in the heart, turning to Arthur with burning eyes. He has a dazed look on his face, a wide smile on his face.

“I must say, seeing a woman take control is always a pleasure,” he cooes, straightening up as you brush past him. “But where’s the fun in this if you kill them right away?”

“It’s not fun, that’s the point,” you say, glancing around. Mick cut the power, so everything is dark. You all barged in during a family dinner, and you can’t force the image away. Children, probably as young as six being hunted down by these brutes. Why the hell did they pair you off with Ketch? You frown as he begins creeping after a figure, eyes going wide when you find that it’s the little girl from earlier. “No,” you whisper harshly, gripping his arm.

“I’ve never been fond of the word no,” he grumbles. You stare at him blankly, rolling your eyes.

“I’m shocked, that you, such a striking man, doesn’t like the word no,” you mumble flatly, your grip on his wrist tightening. “You’re not killing a little kid.”

“I know, I’m killing a beast,” he says, yanking away from you. As you chase after him, he pushes you to the ground, snatching your gun away with raised eyebrows. “I’ll even do it your way.” Arthur rounds the corner, and just as you raise to your feet, three gunshots sound. Fuck. You take slow, deliberate steps, wincing as you see the young werewolf laying on the ground. He smiles triumphantly at you, wagging the gun. “Two in the heart, one between the eyes –” He cuts himself off as you snatch the gun away, trailing closely behind you. “I’m starting to enjoy your aggression,” he whispers, stroking a hand up your arm.

“Don’t touch me, creep,” you growl. He continues creeping his fingers up your arm, pausing just shy of your neck. You whip around, pushing him away from you and gaining a chuckle in return. “I said–” He presses his lips against yours, holding your wrists as you try to wiggle away from him. Growling, you head butt him, making his stagger back. “Listen to me, you repulsive pile of dog vomit.” You walk close to him, cocking your gun. “If you touch me again, kiss me again, or even think of doing anything to me again, I won’t hesitate to fucking end you.”

“I love a challenge.” He straightens up, rubbing his head with a smirk. “Let’s see how long it takes for you to give in.”

“Hey we’re –” Sam cuts himself off as he and Dean approach you both, slowing his steps with a furrowed brow. “If everything ok?” he asks, shooting a suspicious look to Arthur. “Did he try anything?” he whispers to you, gently patting your shoulder. You nod, eyes still locked on Arthur.

“I want him to try again,” you say, gaining a grin from Arthur. “The only thing he’ll be kissing is the barrel of my gun.”

“She’s spicy, I love it,” Arthur says. As you raise your gun to him, Sam and Dean pull you away, ushering you down the stairs.

“What did he do?” Sam asks, his jaw clenched.

“Kissed me,” you grumble. Dean’s eyebrows shoot up, and he turns around, heading up the stairs. Sam grabs his forearm, shaking his head.

“No Dean,” he says, turning his eyes to you. “Unless you want us to –”

“Fuck it, let’s go,” you grumble.

“I never thought you’d be one to step down from a fight,” Arthur says as he slowly makes his way down the steps. “For such a barking girl, I was patiently awaiting the bite.”

“Hm,” you mumble, darting your tongue over your lips and staring down at your gun. “Whatever, creep,” you say as you make your way out of the house.

–

You stare up at the ceiling, frowning as your phone chimes.

118-208-2118: Let’s grab a drink.

Frowning, you stare at your phone, trying to figure out who the hell would have your number. Your phone chimes once more, and your face sinks.

118-208-2118: If you haven’t guessed, it’s Arthur. Mary was kind enough to hand over your number.

You: Lose it.

118-208-2118: Don’t be cruel. 324 Martin DR. S. I think we need to have a chat.

You ignore his text, growling as your phone chimes again.

118-208-2118: I think we can come to an understanding…

You shake your head, staring down at your phone when a call comes through. You accept the call, balancing your phone between your ear and your shoulder. “What?” you hiss.

“Are you coming?” Arthur asks. You hang up without answering, turning on the TV and laying on your stomach. Once more, a call comes through, but you ignore it, pressing a pillow over your head with a groan. Just as sleep approaches, a knock comes at the door.

“Seriously?” you growl. You lean up, smiling to yourself. Maybe it’s Dean finally coming over to give you a warm beer and a back massage. You chuckle at the thought, opening the door with a grin on your face. Your smile sinks when you’re met with Arthur, your jaw clenched. “You’re following me now?”

“I came to speak with Mary, one thing led to another, and she gave me your room number.” He brushes past you, looking almost repulsed as he goes through the ratty motel room. “Were you expecting someone else?”

“Sadly – don’t get comfortable,” you say, glaring as he sinks down on your bed.

“Which one does it for you, Sam or Dean?” he asks. You scoff, holding the door open for him. “Knowing that attitude, I’d say Dean. Does he make a good girl? Or does he like it when you’re bad?” he asks, staring up at the ceiling. “Do things get messy? A little blood here and there?”

You clasp your hands together, making your way across the room to him. “You have serious problems. I’d say get help, but I don’t give one flying fuck about what you do.” You point to the door, making his smile sink. “Get. Out.” He stares at you with a challenging look.

“I was trying to be nice, but I see now that it’s wasted effort.” He stands from the bed, closing in on you. You stay in your place, shooting him a glare. “Either you join us, or you’ll be treated like a rogue.” He smirks tilting his head. "And boy, do I love breaking in a new rebel.”

“Bite me, cupcake,” you whisper, sucking in a breath as he slams you against the wall, his hand around your throat.

“My bite is far more than you can handle,” he growls, his grip tightening around your throat. “I’m done playing nice –”

“If that was nice I’d hate to see mean,” you wheeze, pounding at his unwavering arm. His grip tightens once more, and you gasp for air, fighting away the blackness filling your eyes. Swinging your leg up, you manage to get your knee right between his thighs, slamming up against his crotch. He hunches down in pain, releasing your neck. You take the opportunity to snatch your gun and clip from underneath your pillow, flipping over your bed and jamming the clip inside of your gun.

“Cheap shot, you’re playing dirty,” he growls. You huff, raising to your feet and aiming the gun at him.

“No use playing fair in a fight, is there?” you ask. Arthur stares between you and the gun, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“How many times have you aimed that gun at me?” he asks, taking a step toward you. “You won’t shoot me, you’re too g–” He cuts himself off with a grunt as you shoot him in the shoulder, eyes going wide. Just as your finger twitches over the trigger once more, the door flies open, and all of the Winchesters zoom in.

“Woah woah woah, take it easy,” Sam says, holding his hands up to you. Dean stares between you both, making his way to you with a blank look. He doesn’t stop you, only pulls his gun out and aims it at Arthur. “Dean –”

“I’m not gonna shoot him yet,” Dean says, nodding to you. “But if she runs out of bullets, I’m ready to step in.”

“Dean, Y/N, guns down, now,” Mary says in her mom voice. Though you’re pissed at her, you lower your gun dutifully, and so does Dean. “No killing allies. Now, what’s going on?”

“He was trying to kill an ally,” you say, gesturing to your neck. You can still feel where his fingers dug into your skin. She turns her eyes to him, confusion on her face. Dean snarls, stepping closer to you.

“Touch her again and I’ll kill you myself,” Dean hisses. Arthur holds a hand over his wound, his eyes locked on you. Smiling, you approach him, kneeling down as you tuck your gun into your pants.

“The only alliance I’ll ever have is with the Winchesters,” you whisper, gaining a snarl from him. “Fuck with me again, Mr. Ketch, let’s see what happens.” He stares up at you, chest heaving, eyes filled with fury. He doesn’t even bother responding. You make your way out of the room, hands tucked into your pockets and a smile on your face. Dean jogs up next to you, nudging you gently.

“I must say, that little 'let’s see what happens’ speech was pretty freaking awesome,” he says. Before you can respond, Sam is pushing between you both, gaining a glare from the elder Winchester.

“Look, I know that we may be collabing with these guys,” Sam says, flicking his eyes back to the motel room. “But I’ll be damned if I let that son of a bitch hurt you.”

“None of us will,” Mary chimes in. You want to mention that she almost let Castiel die, but what’s the use in kicking a dead horse?

“Thanks, all of you. But the next time he even thinks of me wrong –” You climb into your car, rolling down the window and sticking your head out – “He’s gonna have to deal with me.”

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