#> i mean i also walked dog + had dinner which. probably helped

[waloeders]

played a little bit of 16 + watched some jerma i am cured of tummy hurt. yippeeee

[fatkish]

Demon Child Pt. 2

After the meeting, Gyomei walked back to his estate with you snuggled in his arms asleep. Using your healing abilities takes a lot out of you so you slept. When Gyomei got to his estate he walked through the house, to his bedroom where he gently set you down on the floor before grabbing a blanket and laying it on you and putting a pillow beneath your head. He then left the room quietly and went to inform Genya about their guest.

He walked through the house and out the back through the shoji doors. He walked until he felt Genya’s presence. “Genya” he called. “Yes Himejima?” Genya replied. “I’ve told you you can call me Gyomei, also, we have a guest staying with us tonight.” Gyomei informed. Genya stoped his training and walked over to Gyomei who then pat Genya’s head once he was within reach. “Who’s the guest?” He asked. “Their name is y/n, and they are a half demon child.”

“A half demon? I didn’t even know that was possible. Do half demons eat people?” Genya asked. Gyomei wasn’t an expert on half demons, seeing that he didn’t even know they existed or could. “I don’t know but that is why they are our guest. We are to keep an eye on them, but I truly believe that this child doesn’t mean any harm.” Gyomei replied. “It should be about evening yes? Why don’t we make dinner?” Gyomei suggested. The two of them went inside and began to make dinner which consisted of rice, fried vegetables, miso soup and fish.

You woke up to the smell of something good. You had no idea what it was but decided to follow the smell. You walked out of the room you were in and down the hall into the main room where you found the giant man and another boy together doing something. You didn’t know what they were doing so you sat down and watched. Genya turned around and nearly yelped when he saw you sitting there staring at him and Gyomei.

By the time they finished making dinner, Gyomei set some food down in front of you as well as a cup of tea. Once everyone was served, Gyomei and Genya began to pray before they ate. You just watched. When they started eating you watched them. They were eating with sticks and you had no idea how. You looked in front of you and saw strange stuff but you did recognize one thing. The fish. Genya and Gyomei noticed that you weren’t eating, which had caused Gyomei to be concerned.

You picked up the fish with your hands and ate the head much to Genya’s horror. He watched you eat the fish, bones and all. He saw that that was the only thing you ate and that you were sniffing the other food, inspecting it. Genya realized that you probably didn’t know what that food was, having heard from Gyomei that you were found alone in the woods. “That’s rice, that white fluffy stuff. Try it, it’s yummy” he told you as he pointed at the small bowl of rice. You looked at where the guy was pointing and since you didn’t sense any ill will, you decided to try the ‘rice’.

You picked up the bowl and ate some of the rice similar to how a dog eats out of a bowl. Genya sighed then grabbed your chopsticks and handed them to you to use. You just stared at them like they were some strange creature. That’s when Genya realized you probably don’t know how to use them. “Here, I’ll show you how to use chopsticks, just don’t eat like a dog.” Genya said as he gently grabbed your hand and positioned the chopsticks in your hand the right way. He then began maneuvering your hand and used your hand to pick up rice and put it in your mouth using the chopsticks.

With a bit more of Genya’s help, you clumsily but slowly got the hang of using chopsticks. After you finished your rice, Genya told you to try the other foods and you did. You came to the realization that Genya is a genius who knows what everything is. He introduced you to yummy things so he must be a genius. You realized that you didn’t know what their names where so you pointed at yourself and said y/n. You pointed at Genya and waited. Genya realized he hadn’t told you his name. “My name is Genya”

Gyomei realized he too had yet to introduce himself. “That’s Gyomei” Genya said as he pointed at Gyomei. You looked at Gyomei, then Genya, then Gyomei, then back at Genya. You pointed at Gyomei and said “Gyo!” Gyomei smiled as you attempted to say his name. You pointed at Genya and said “Gen” “close, it’s Genya.” “Gen” Genya realized his full name must be hard for you to say so he left it at that.

After dinner, Gyomei and Genya cleaned up and you watched, not really understanding what they were doing. After cleaning up, Gyomei and Genya decided to get ready for their patrol. Gyomei decided to have Genya stay behind with you tonight while he patrolled his territory for any demons. After bidding you both goodbye, Gyomei left leaving you and Genya together. Genya decided he was going to take a bath before bed and got the water going. Once the bath was ready, he got in and started to relax, only to find you staring at him a few minutes later scaring him.

You stared at him, wondering what he was doing. You decided you wanted a closer look and tried to climb up the side much to Genya’s horror, he didn’t want you to see his ‘little friend’ and have to teach you about the differences between boys and girls. Genya then grabbed a towel to cover himself up and tried to keep you out of the tub but that didn’t work. You fell in and freaked out, acting like a cat that fell into a pool of water. Genya then saw how dirty you actually were and decided he would give you a bath. He helped his younger siblings before so he didn’t really mind cleaning you up and just pictured that he was helping one of his late siblings clean up.

Once you were clean and dried, Genya got you dressed in a clean robe and decided that he would fashion something to fit you better. After your warm bath you got sleepy and Genya noticed. He brought you back to the bedroom and got you all settled in before he got to work, fixing you up some clothes to wear. You crawled over to him and laid your head on his thigh, wanting to be close to him. Genya smiled as he continued to work late into the night. By the time he was finished, he was tired. He then scooped you up and went over to the futon and crawled in with you in his arms and went to sleep.

When Gyomei returned in the early morning hours, he smiled sensing the two of you snuggling together. He then took out his own futon and went to sleep. When you woke up later that morning, Genya and Gyomei were already up and had made breakfast and started training. You sat and watched them, curious about what they were doing. You kicked your little legs and clapped whenever you saw them do something you thought was cool.

After a while, you got bored and decided to wander off whilst Gyomei’s crow kept an eye on you. You ended up wandering in the forest and finding the waterfall that Gyomei trains with. You stared at it and decided to walk into the water to look for fish. You had started to catch fish and had quite a small pile of 7 fish when Genya and Gyomei came to check on you. Genya chuckled cause you looked like a drowned rat with your entire body soaked. You smiled as you held up a fish to Genya. Genya was amazed that someone so small could catch so many fish.

“You seem to have been busy little one, how did you catch this many fish?” Gyomei was curious. While closely inspecting the fish, Genya found small teeth marks on each fish. You walked over to Genya and proceeded to try and feed him a raw fish until a noise caught your attention. You saw a strange creature hop out of the water and hid behind Gyomei before pointing at it. “What that” you looked at Genya for an answer. “That’s a frog” “fog?” “No frog” you struggled to properly pronounce the new word Genya taught you.

As you walked back carrying the fish you caught, you happily hummed as you walked side by side with Genya and Gyomei. When you got back to Gyomei’s estate, Genya and Gyomei started to cook lunch while you watched. While Genya was gutting the fish he accidentally cut himself, you walked over and stuck his finger in your mouth before pulling it out. Genya was worried until he saw that his cut was healed. “You fixed it, how? Do you have healing spit?” You just tilted your head and smiled at Genya. Genya went back to cooking as you watched them.

After lunch, Kyojuro came to visit, Gyomei told you that he and Genya both had missions and that you would be staying with Rengoku. You walked over to Gyomei and cried into his shirt as he rubbed your head. “No go. Gyo, Gen no go” you cried. Gyomei smiled and pat your back as he held you. “It’s alright little one, we’ll be alright. Once we are done I’ll have our crows let you know.” Gyomei said as he rubbed your back. “Promise” you demanded. Gyomei chuckled and promised you.

You then crawled out of Gyomei’s lap before hugging Genya and Gyomei goodbye before latching onto Rengoku’s pant leg. You waved goodbye as you two left Gyomei’s estate. Gyomei cried as you left, and Genya waved back. “Don’t worry young y/n! I promise that you’ll have a good time with me. I’ll introduce you to my little brother Senjuro, you’ll get to taste his delicious cooking. I promise you’ll have a good time. Now let us go!” Rengoku shouted happily. You waddled behind him, still missing your Gyo and Gen. You followed him as you both began your journey to the Rengoku estate.

[kjupchurch-xx]

Intoxicated

March 16th, 2009

Today was my 21st birthday. My friend had set me up on a blind date with an actor, but didn't tell me who. She figured this would be the perfect scenario considering the hell I'd went through last Summer with a guy that was probably the biggest piece of shit on the planet. I haven't dated or been intimate with anyone since then, nor did I really have any interest in being. 

I looked over at her, "What is this guy even like?" I asked, finishing up curling my hair. 

She smiled, "He's tall, he's nice, he's super sexy and he's not American, if that gives you any hints." 

I shrugged as I sat my curling iron down, starting to put my eyeliner on, "It doesn't. But I mean, is this even someone I'd be remotely interested in?" I asked her, giving her a questioning look. 

She chuckled, "I'm positive you'll be thanking me by the end of the night." 

I rolled my eyes, "So he's an actor?" 

She nodded, bringing me a pair of ripped bell bottom jeans, "Yes. A very talented actor." 

I quickly changed into the jeans, "Is he anyone I know?" 

She walked to my living room, grabbing my keys to bring me, "Ummm... He's in that movie we watched when we were teenagers. I think it's called Swordfish or something like that." 

I gave her a questioning look, "Did you set me up with John Travolta?" 

She covered her mouth laughing, "You'll just have to wait and see. I'm not telling you anything!" 

She probably set me up with one of the extras, someone I most likely wouldn't even remember ever being in the movie. She knows I hate surprises, but I appreciate her for trying, even though the last blind date she set me up on was a complete and total dud. 

She clapped her hands at me, "Go! You were supposed to leave 5 minutes ago! He's going to meet you at RH Rooftop." She yelled. 

I grabbed my phone, made sure I had my keys and looked at her before heading out the door to our apartment, "I swear, if this is another dud, I'm going to kill you." 

She rolled her eyes, "I promise, it's not a dud. Just go." 

I rolled my eyes, closing the door behind me as I made my way down the hall, towards the elevator, then to my car in the parking garage. While making the drive to the restaurant, I'll tell you a bit about myself... I'm a Southern Belle, originally from South Carolina. I moved to NYC after obtaining a degree in journalism. I didn't have many opportunities in my small town, so I decided to move to a bigger city in hopes of pursuing a career as a reporter. I've been serving as an intern for a local publishing company, which has gone well for the most part. 

Callie and I are roommates. She also moved here for journalism, but moved here from Arizona. We met while working part-time at a coffee cafe and became roommates since the cost of living in NYC is astronomically high. She took a different career path, as a model which caused her to meet many different celebrities.She'd tried getting me into modeling with her, but it wasn't my thing. We shared a dog, Harley, who was a beautiful French Bulldog, that was treated as if he were our love child. 

As I arrived and finally found parking for RH Rooftop, I realized I was 10 minutes late. I quickly turned my car off and sprinted towards the entrance. I don't even know who I'm looking for or how to spot this dude. I approached the hostess stand, looking nervous as I skimmed the crowd of dinners wondering who Callie had set me up with. 

The hostess noticed me, "May I help you with something?" She asked kindly. 

I nodded, "Ummm... I"m here with a guy, but I'm unsure of where he's sitting. He's not American and is very tall. He's also an actor." I stammered, knowing I must sound insane. 

She giggled, "Can you tell me his name?" 

I pursed my lips, "Not really. I'm on a blind date, so I have no idea what his name is...or who he is." I chuckled nervously, scratching the back of my neck. 

She smiled, "Okay, I think I know who you're referring to. He told us he was expecting a blind date. Follow me." She said, grabbing a menu and leading me to the rooftop entrance. 

I followed behind, still curious as to who this would be. I'd probably shit a brick if it were John Travolta, but I'm pretty sure he's off the market. There was that computer hacker dude that was pretty hot too. As we reached the rooftop tables, she led me to a dark haired man that had his back towards the entrance. I couldn't make out who he was just yet and considering that was an older movie, I doubt I'd recognize him from the movie from the back. 

He stood as he heard us approach and pulled my chair out, turning to face me, "You must be my date." He said with a smile, extending his hand to shake mine, "I'm Hugh." He said casually. 

It was the computer hacker dude, and shit, did he look good. Even 8 years later, he still looked good. 

I smiled, shaking his hand, "I am, I'm Kaitlyn." I said as I took my seat. He gave me another smile before going back to his seat across from me. 

"How're you doing, love?" He asks, smiling at me, keeping his elbows off the table. Hm, a real gentleman. 

I chuckled at his flattery, already calling me a pet name. "I'm doing good, everything's going great for me at the moment. How's things going for you?" 

He shifted, "I just wrapped up filming an origin movie for a character I've played for the last 9 years, I'm finally on a much needed break and no longer on a strict regime for my character, which I'm fully intending on breaking tonight with a milkshake." 

I giggled, "I see." I said as the waiter approached us. He was a young man who was obviously infatuated with my date. 

"Holy s-, I mean, I'm so sorry-" He stammered as Hugh began cracking up, "It's quite alright, mate." He said to the young man. 

The man smiled, "Mr. Jackman, I'm sorry. Wolverine is my all-time favorite X-Men character." Hugh smiled, "Can I please get a picture with you? I swear I'll keep it professional after." He asked.

Hugh laughed, "Sure thing, mate. I'm sorry, love, but do you mind helping our waiter out with a picture?" He asked, almost embarrassingly. 

I chuckled, "I don't mind." The waiter smiled, handing me his cell phone as Hugh got up to stand beside him, making a Wolverine pose as if he had retractable claws. 

He pat the man on the back and sat back across from me, "Thank you so much, Mr. Jackman. And thank you for taking the picture. My name is William. What can I start you guys off with to drink?" He asked. 

Hugh and I looked at each other, "I think I'll take a martini." I said, flipping through the bar menu. "No problem, William. I'll take a martini, and also, a chocolate milkshake. Large, William." 

I giggled at his serious tone making sure William understood Hugh wanted a large. "Coming right up, are there any appetizers you guys want to start with?" William asked before walking off as we both shook our heads. 

Hugh looked up at me, damn was he sexy, "So, tell me about you." He said, smirking. 

I pursed my lips wondering what to tell, "Hmm, let's see... I have a Frenchie, his name is Harley. I'm an intern for a local business. I have a degree in journalism. I moved here from South Carolina after graduating college for a better chance of a career in journalism." 

He nodded, taking my words in, "I've always wanted a French Bulldog. I also have a degree in journalism. I moved here from Australia many years ago, but I moved for X-Men." He said, forcing his accent deeper as he mentioned being from Australia. 

I chuckled, "You do have a very sexy accent. I actually didn't know you weren't American because your American accent is so convincing." 

He smirked, "I happen to think your accent is sexy too." He said flirtatiously, making me blush.

I laughed, "I literally sound like cornbread, stop." 

He laughed, "You do not. Even if you did, cornbread tastes good." 

Our waiter returned with our drinks and Hugh's large milkshake, and proceeded to take our order. I reached for the menus, but Hugh swiped them from me, handing them to our server. 

He winked at me, "Gotta be quicker than that, beautiful." 

I playfully rolled my eyes, "Tell me more about you." I said, resting my chin on my hands, giving him my undivided attention. 

He smiled, "What do you wanna know?" He asked flirtatiously. 

I shrugged, "Everything." 

He chuckled, "For starters, I have two children, Ava and Oscar. They are 4 and 9. I play cricket. I enjoy singing. Every year, I go back to Australia and do the polar plunge. I'm recently divorced. Anything else you want to know?" 

I smirked, "Have you been with anyone since the divorce?" 

He looked at, surprised at my question, but smiled, "No, no I haven't. I haven't been with anyone besides her since 1995." 

I bit my lip, raising my brow with a giggle, "So you're not a douche bag then, noted."

He smiled sweetly, "No, I'm not a douche bag." He said softly. 

I shifted in my seat, taking a sip from my martini, "What are you hoping to come from this?"  

He shrugged, "I really don't know, love. I have no expectations, whatever happens, happens. What about you?" He asks, his eyes burning through me, almost with a lust. 

I smirked, "I kind of go with the flow. Whatever happens, happens." 

He bit his lip, "I like that." 

As the night went on, we ate our food and drank a few martinis. Both of us, feeling a little tipsy and beginning to ask risque questions as he moved his chair to my side of the table, now beside me. 

"So tell me, what are some of your turn-ons?" I asked with a smirk, sipping my 3rd martini.

His one hand moved to my thigh under the table, "Does it count if I say you?" He smirked, looking me in the eyes. 

I bit my lip, "Do you want to um...get out of here?" I asked him quietly. 

He grabbed my hand, "C'mon, love." and began leading me towards the entrance of the rooftop bar to head back downstairs and to the sidewalk. "Let's go to my car." He said, leading me to an SUV.

As we got to the car, he rushed towards the backseat, opening the door, motioning for me to climb in. I climbed in, sliding to the other end as he quickly slid in beside me, shutting the door and pulling me onto his lap, slamming his lips against mine as he roughly gripped my hips.  I felt him begin pushing his hips upwards, grinding into me as I reached behind us, positioning myself upwards, tugging at his belt. 

"Take this off..." I muttered against his lips as he bit my bottom lip, I pulled away and slid my top off as he helped me, tossing it into the seat beside us, leaving me in my bra and jeans. I slid off of him to remove my jeans and underwear as he undid his belt and jeans, his hard dick exposed. 

"Come here." He said, almost demanding, as he grabbed my arm, bringing my lips back to his as I straddled his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck as I lowered myself down onto him, taking every inch. 

He moaned against my lips, "Fuck, you're tight." He said lowly as he sucked on my bottom lip, nibbling at it. 

I began bouncing up and down, roughly, my moans filling the car. I felt him reach up and grab my breasts, that were covered by my bra, squeezing them. "Shit, your cock feels so good inside me." I cried out. 

He pushed my bra down, exposing my breasts as he popped one of my nipples into my mouth, nibbling at it and sucking as he started thrusting his hips up to meet mine. "Oh fuck!" I yelled as he moved his hands to my hips and started thrusting hard into me. 

"We gotta be quick, we're in a parking lot." He chuckled as he began moaning again. 

I could feel my orgasm coming, I grabbed his chin, forcing his face back to mine, crashing my lips onto his. "Cum for me, baby." He said huskily, moving his lips down to my neck, sucking and biting softly. 

I felt my eyes practically roll back into my head as I let myself go, my juices flowing down his throbbing cock as he spilled his load inside me. 

"Second date?" He asked, out of breath, laughing. 

I nodded, catching my breath, "Definitely."  

[at-wicks-end]

in another life (you still would've turned my head) ; jw

vampire!john wick x reader fluff !! (lowkey a reincarnation au) ~2.5k words

notes: this fic is written for @treedaddymcpuffpuff for the keanuverse secret santa event hosted by @97keanu <333 i hope you like this!!! this is probably the longest thing i've written on this blog 😵‍💫 happy holidays🩷

John cares little for the snow. It’s not that he found it cumbersome or annoying; it’s just that when one has lived for as long as he has, shoveling the snow from the driveway becomes a little too tedious, even for one well-versed in tedious matters. Such was the nature of immortality—given enough time, even the most unique, spectacular experience becomes boring after a century. 

This task becomes herculean (or Sisyphean, John corrects himself) when said driveway was practically a third of the length of his entire estate, which was also in the middle of the woods. His eye twitches at the thought of the snow that would inevitably impede the driving of his beloved Mustang to the nearest town. With a heavy sigh, John casts one longing look at his car, as spotless and as pristine as the day he got it decades ago. He’ll wait for the winter to pass before he brings out his car for a drive. For now, he thinks reluctantly, he’ll walk. He has more than enough time anyway.

It doesn’t take long for him to get ready. All he does is put on his long coat and wrap a scarf around his neck before heading out. He has no need for it, but it’s easier to pretend to need it than to deal with the constant concerned looks from the townspeople as he walks around. It also helped him blend in with the rest of the people walking around, doing some last-minute gift shopping for loved ones at those ridiculously overpriced boutiques. John blows out the candles in the hallways as he walks to the foyer, running a mental checklist of the things he had to put out or turn off before leaving.

Dog—yes, Dog. Comments about his creativity are not welcome—approaches him with a wagging tail, the soft clicks of his claws on the hardwood floors reminding John that he had to trim them again soon. 

“Hello,” John says warmly, squatting down to pet Dog. “You can’t come with me tonight. I’ll be walking, and it’s too cold.”

Dog woofs once, as if to complain.  John chuckles to himself, ruffling his soft fur before straightening himself. “You’ll be fine. I’ve already fed you dinner, haven’t I? I’ll be back later.”

After one last brief round through the manor, John mildly regrets killing the last butler, if only so he had someone else to do the tedious tasks instead. But then again, the last butler turned out to be some vampire hunter wannabe who slipped silver oxide in his tea one night. That gave him quite the sore throat, John thinks bitterly, locking the doors behind him. The poor man was stupid enough to think that a little silver oxide would be able to take him down completely, and didn’t even bother to bring a weapon. Truthfully, it was a bit insulting.

John trudges through the snow, out of his estate and into the woods. It would take him half an hour to get to town, and by then it’ll be almost ten in the evening. The town and its warm lights strung through trees and lampposts will be winding down by then, shop lights shutting off one by one. All the better for him; the fewer humans around him, the safer it was. At almost three centuries of existence, John was already well-versed in resisting temptation, but it didn’t mean he was fond of placing himself in situations where he could potentially snap. 

Behind him, his manor fades into the darkness, looking abandoned and more dilapidated than it truly is. For a moment, John squints at one of the towers. Hm. he’ll have to take a look at the top window sometime soon; it looked to be on the verge of falling apart.

He walks through the forest in silence, with no other sound to accompany him other than the sound of crunching snow beneath his boots and the occasional birdsong. John allows his thoughts to wander, his mind flitting from events that had happened over a decade ago and wondering what he would do a week from now. The year was coming to an end, and Winston no doubt is itching to drag him to the Continental for the Winter Ball.

Yeah, right. John snorts. Invite a bunch of vampires to one place. Never ends well.

The previous year, the D’Antonio siblings caused quite a scene by bringing untrained, unmarked humans into the venue. The younger vamps could barely resist tearing the poor things apart. At the very least, it had provided enough entertainment for the rest of the evening, according to Koji, an old friend of his.

He should probably give him a call this Christmas if only to check in, John muses. And send over a gift for Akira. What does one give to a young vampling these days anyway?

He’s snapped from his reverie at the sound of grumbling. He freezes, straining his ears to understand what the voice is saying.

“...this is so stupid. Why the fuck did I think this was a good idea? God. I’m gonna get eaten by wolves…”

There are no wolves in the area, John can attest to that, but this human seemed lost. And most certainly not a local, if they were out in the woods at night. He purses his lips, turning his head from the direction of the voice to the general direction of the town. He should be close by now, and the blood dealer was likely there already. John could just leave the unknown voice there to fend for themselves and potentially freeze in the dark. 

But what the hell, he thinks. It’s Christmas. This can be his good deed of the year.

Before he can talk himself out of it, he takes a sharp turn to the right and makes his way to the voice. His eyesight meant that the dark of night wasn’t truly dark to him, but he supposes that to a human, this was close to pitch black. It doesn’t take long for him to spot a figure huddled by the root of a tree in the dark, angrily poking at what looked to be their phone. Humans and their smartphones, John sighs internally.

“Hello,” he says slowly, not wanting to scare them. “Are you lost?”

The human flinches, looking up at him with wide eyes. Moonlight shines on their face just so, and John swears his undead heart would be pounding if it still could.

Oh, he thinks, breathless. It’s you.

You really shouldn’t have come here, you think mournfully. Your roommate brought you along with her for the holidays, feeling bad that you were going to be left in the apartment by yourself. It seemed like a good idea at the time, until you got to her hometown and she promptly dropped you off at the local inn and said goodbye for the week. After asking around for fun activities to do (that had nothing to do with the holidays, thank you very much), one of the younger locals suggested geocaching, now that quite a handful of people were developing an interest in it too. He told you to download an app that should explain things better, and you spent the better part of the afternoon looking things up.

This is supposed to be your third spot to check out, but the signal got worse somewhere along the way, and now your phone is dead too. Just your fucking luck. Somewhere, someone must be actively praying for your downfall because what do you mean you’re now stuck in the middle of the woods at night? You groan, angrily poking at the black screen of your phone when a voice calls out to you. 

“Hello. Are you lost?”

It’s a true testament to your strength, your bravery, your iron will, that you did not shit yourself at the sound of the voice. You look up at the tall stranger with wide eyes, noting that holy shit this man is gorgeous and you probably look like you’ve been crawling through all sorts of nooks and crannies all afternoon. Which you have been. So. 

“Hi,” you squeak. Okay. He doesn’t seem like an ax murderer, judging by his nice clothing…? Every bit of information you learned in those true crime podcasts you listen to has flown out of your brain, leaving you looking up at the stranger with your mouth parted.

The tall, dark, and handsome stranger looks at you for a moment before offering you a hand. “The town is that way,” he gestures somewhere to the left. “I’m… John.”

You mumble your name, taking his hand in a daze. Of course, you would meet an absolute Adonis on the worst day of your life (an exaggeration). You try not to swoon at his firm grip, or how he easily pulls you upright without so much as a sharp exhale. Whew. This is a man, you think dreamily, nothing like those slimy finance bros back in the city. Perhaps it’s your turn for a Hallmark movie romance. You, the city slicker with a hatred for the holidays, and this man, the local who’ll teach you the true meaning of Christmas. 

He repeats your name quietly, nodding. “I’m headed to town. We can walk together, if you want.” 

“I’d like that,” you respond, feeling breathless all of a sudden. Get ahold of yourself, you think desperately. You can’t fold for the first hot man that you see in the woods!

Your dreams of a budding romance, are crushed, however, when no further words are exchanged. Stealing glances at John’s (very handsome) side profile does nothing for your flushed cheeks, and his shy smile whenever he catches you staring makes you melt internally. The distant lights of the town coming into view make your heart sink. 

He appears to take pity for your plight and breaks the silence first. “Are you only visiting here?”

“Yeah,” you reply quickly. Too quickly. You swallow thickly, trying to play off your embarrassment. “I mean, yeah, My roommate just brought me along, so…”

“I see.” He nods. “How are you liking this place so far?”

“It’s like a Christmas village,” you say with disdain. The corners of John’s lips quirk up.

“I’m hearing some distaste in your tone.” He notes, amusement in his voice.

You scrunch your nose. “I don’t like Christmas.”

“Oh?”

“I just don’t like it,” you shrug. “You?”

John pauses, thinking for a moment. “I don’t mind it. I don’t think too much of it.”

“Pretty hard to do when it’s so… in your face,” you quip. 

“I’m good at focusing on what truly matters,” he says coolly, his gaze suddenly serious. Your cheeks feel hot again. 

“Oh. That’s nice.” You mumble, looking away, feeling strangely flustered. Are all handsome men just way too intense for their own good? “Are you a, uh, local?”

“Yeah,” he confirms, tilting his head towards you with a small smirk. “A local of the Christmas village.”

“It’s not a bad thing!” You laugh, caught off guard by his sudden teasing. “It’s just not for me, I’m sorry!”

He laughs with you, his deep voice almost melting into the cold winter breeze. Something inside you feels warm at the sight of his smile, and it’s not just because you think this man is hot. He doesn’t feel like a stranger, you think curiously. He feels strangely familiar, as if you’ve known the sound of his laughter for years. There’s a voice in the back of your mind that’s begging you to take his hand, to savor the warmth of his skin against yours and⁠—

“We’re almost there,” he states, looking straight ahead.

Oh. Right.

“Thanks,” you say softly, looking at him. “For helping me back there.”

John only shrugs, his features warmed by the light from the lamppost just straight ahead. “I have a knack for helping strays.” He smiles as if joking. “And I think you’ll find that you have a knack for being in the right place at the right time.”

“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow. “‘Cause I met you, is that it?”

He gives you that smile again, as if he knows something you don’t. As if you should know what he’s talking about too. It should unnerve you, but it doesn’t. “Something like that.” 

The two of you eventually stop walking just in front of the stall selling mulled wine. “Well, this is me,” you say reluctantly. As charmed as you are by this man, you’ve retained enough of your common sense to not reveal just where exactly you’re staying for now. (If he wants to come up to your room for  a late night something, well… maybe you’re not totally against the idea.) “I’m gonna go walk around before I turn in for the night. You?”

“I’m meeting an acquaintance,” he replies, putting his hands in his pockets. Strange. He isn’t wearing gloves. 

“Good night, John.” You smile, reluctant to leave his side for some godforsaken reason. “I’ll see you around?”

“You will see me around the Christmas village, yes,” he replies, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Good night, solnishko.”

Little sun. 

How do you know that?

You wave goodbye, dazed, watching as he disappears into the crowd. Your chest aches at the sight of him leaving, but you ignore it, deciding it’s time to turn in for the night after all. It’s been a long day of gallivanting, and getting lost in the woods did no favors for your poor feet. Sighing softly, you imagine the relief of finally taking off these godforsaken boots and warming up by the fire. You’re gonna sleep so good tonight.

Giving one last longing look in the direction John went, you can’t help but wonder if you’ll ever see him again. It’s just because he’s hot, you tell yourself. Yes, that’s just it. Nothing to do with how his voice makes your stomach do somersaults. 

(You will see him again, one way or another. Like John said, you have a knack for being in the right place at the right time, even when you don’t remember him. John only allowed the night to slip from his grasp knowing that the universe will inevitably bring you back to him, as it has many times before.)

(As it will continue to do so, for as long as your soul remembers him even when your mind does not. For now, John is determined to make you fall in love with him all over again until you have to leave.) 

John watches you walk to the local inn from afar, hidden in the shadows. So you hate Christmas this time, he chuckles to himself. That’s alright. So long as you still like him, he can make it work.

He’ll make it work.

post-fic yap: there we go!! i have never actually experienced snow in my life so i'm sorry if it's not super accurate :')) i really wanted to add some more stuff but my health has been in the dumps so i just did my best🥲 again, happy holidays! i hope i did your prompt justice🥹

[teafangirl]

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Angel

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reader X Castiel from Supernatural

Summary: you weren’t anyone special , you prayed, hoping it was enugh, that GOD, could hear , not that you thought he would solve all your problems right then, you knew his path had challenges you had to face , but you started to lose confidence in yourself. one night when your life had gotten really rough , you found yourself in tears the ones above heard you , and someone came to your side !

Warnings: fluff, this isn’t set in any particular season of Supernatural! Use of “Y/N”. I don’t mean to disrespect anything. Now please enjoy! Comfort, healing!

A./N: This is my first Supernatural fic. I apologize if I write Cas wrong or any of the other characters. I don't own the rights to supernatural, obviously, so all rights are reserved to their owners. Furthermore, I also apologize for any spelling errors, if you enjoy this one and want more let me know. Anyway without further a due enjoy! Lastly the three pictures are from the web and belong to their original owners!

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Context

it had been a long, stressful week! Your emotions had been put through the ringer, like mainly it was something you could handle, but sometimes it felt like no one quite understood what you here going through, all together you’ve had many challenges, been through many hard times. You were raised on the religion of Christianity, you believed in GOD, prayed, when you felt it would help. But sometimes it all overwhelmed you, your mind seemed compacated to say the least !

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It was Friday night, around 9 pm, you had finished your dinner, taken a nice hot bath. Everyone else in the house was already asleep, it was just you and silence, there was the occasional sound of cars passing by your bedroom window, or a dog barking away, but those sounds never lasted long. You normally went to sleep around this time of night, but tonight was different, you found yourself sitting on your bed, hands folded and elbows on your knees. It was a ritual that you grew up doing, it did help, “take away my stress, help me to rest” that sentence was always said when you performed your prayers. “May your will be done, lead me from temptation, away from evil “ . you knew these lines , you always said them it was a routine but tonight was different.

you found yourself unable to utter a single sentence as tears broke from your eyes, you had tried to hold all the emotions in , to stay happy , to be there for others since most needed you to be happy. tears continued falling, you closed your eyes, and broke the potion your hands where in and brought them to your face , your mind subconsciously ignored the sudden sound of wings flapping, and the gust of wind that knocked a few items of shelves and made your hair a total mess! suddenly you felt a warm hand on your shoulder, it felt grouping. you opened one eye, thinking it was a family member who had heard you crying but instead you saw the tip of a trench coat . as your eyes fallowed the trench coat upward you found yourself met with blue eyes !

“Hello Y/N”

the sudden voice startled you a little. it sounded soft, gravelly calm. your mind knew you should probably be scared or worried about the person who probably just broke into your house and is now standing in your room but something told you the man before you had no intention to hurt you!

“who are you ?”

your voice came out soft , filled with ceriouisoty. you fallowed the man as he walked over to the space on the bed in front of you and sat , facing you . you got a better view of his black hair , trench coat , blue tie and his blue eyes which you couldn’t help but look directly into .

“i am Castiel , an angel !”

your eyes widened at the last word he spoke , you believed in Angels like you believe in the divine . however you never thought you would ever see a Angel, a real Angel sitting before you. Castiel sighed before he continued speaking.

“i was in heaven , and heard your prayer, you where crying so i thought i would come help !”

That wasn’t far from the truth , Cas had been in heaven looking for a Angel in particular, it had only been a few months since he had the honor to grip Dean Winchester tight , and raise him from perdition, he had been working with the brothers ever since. un known to them at this time, they had graced the Angel with a new outlook on everything including a small growing love for humanity, and them! Cas had told Dean a few days prior to this that he , had thought about disobedience from heaven , in order to help them stop the apcalips. Cas still wasn’t sure about where he fit yet but when he heard Y/Ns cry’s he knew the other Angels where to busy to help not that they would , except him of course. he was pulled from his thoughts when Y/N spoke once more. her voice was soft, and calm .

“why me ?”

Castiel took a moment to decide what to tell her , he soon decided on something he thought would make her feel heard.

“i felt your pain, you needed someone , i am here for you!”

Those words made “Y/N” smile , it was true she did need someone , however she didn’t expect what Castiel did next , he moved a little closer to her , she gave him a smile.

“are all Angles as nice as you ?”

“many take their jobs too seriously “

Cas had decided to twist the truth , something he had seen Dean or Sam do a couple of times so far however the brothers usually out right lied or didn’t tell each other at all a perfect example was Sam and Ruby . Sam had neglected to tell Dean about Ruby , soon he would find out about that and the demon blood as well!

“do you wish to talk about what’s troubling you Y/N?”

you took a deep breath as you nodded to the Angels question. you let the tears return to your eyes, as you spennt the next hour or more talking about your problems. time seemed to sit still , Cas never took his eyes from yours , sometimes you wondered if he was actually listening but something told you he was taking in every word, no one had ever done that for you , you felt yourself unimportant but with Castiel you felt heard , safe , warm , peaceful like all your troubles were fading, you felt comfortable telling him everything, and he listened! you once thought of yourself as just a girl floating through life but this Angel was giving you exactly what you needed. when you took a deep breath indicating you where finished, Castiel extended his arm , inviting you to come closer to him , you did and felt a warm bunch of feathers touch the other side of your body as what you guessed could only be his wings folded around the two of you.

His wings felt light , warm , soft , like a blanket or really a Anglic blanket next thing you knew your head was leaned against Castiel’s shoulder, his arm was wrapped around your back while his other hand grasped your hand. your mind felt clear.

“is that better?”

you nodded to Castiel.

“your wings , their so pretty soft .”

that earned you a smile from Cas who rubbed his thumb against your hand , while you took deep breaths , you felt your entire body relaxing, you felt like you could fall asleep.

“you should rest Y/N, you’ve had a long week!”

“you should rest Y/N, you’ve had a long week!”

you moddded at his point, but you didn’t want this moment to end , you didn’t want to wake up and castiel to be gone ! this handsome Angel made you feel safe safer then you had felt in a long time .

As if he could read your mind he smiled .

“i will still be here!”

you looked up into his blue eyes and smiled , Castiel bent down and gently placed a kiss on you in forehead , a kiss which sent your heart racing, and with that your eyes cloerd , you felt the Angel holding you tightly before you fully surrendered to sleep !

“i will come, when you pray , you will always have me !”

you herd whispered in your ear , making you smile in your sleep , knowing you had a Angel watching over you , quite literally!

The end 💙

☕️

[thislovintime]

At the premiere of Head, November 1968.

“The first time I met Peter was at the Troubadour where he performed, long before the auditions. I’ve always liked his warmth and honesty. And he’s always been very kind to me. Both Davy and Peter have lived with us and Peter was always very considerate, helping with the dishes and all. One night Mike just brought Davy home to dinner and that was how I met him. It was at a very early period, right after the guys had been chosen. Davy was so charming and nice. He would walk the dog, play with Christian and compliment my cooking — really nice to have around. Christian liked all of them right from the first. He’s always so happy when any of the Monkees drop over. When Davy and Peter lived with us it was kind of a family atmosphere. They just all kind of pitched in — and even babysat for us!” - Phyllis Nesmith, Fave, January 1968

“I remember staying at Mike’s house in Hollywood when we first started filming the series. It was the upper story of a two-story building on a little hillside. Mike’s wife, Phyllis, was wonderful. Mike and I laughed a lot and played music together. I remember that time very fondly.” - Peter Tork, When The Music Mattered (1984)

“Michael was very kind to me at the outset. He put me up through the entire shooting of the pilot process. He and his wife had a wonderful little apartment just big enough for a guest on the day bed, which overlooked Hollywood. I remember a Thanksgiving Day when the air was crystal clear in a way that I’ve never seen it before or since in L.A., and you could see all the way out to Catalina. It was wonderful. That crystal clarity symbolizes the whole era for me. Mike and I wrote a few things together. We were very comradely and very buddy buddy, and it was a wonderful time, with Mike’s then wife, Phyllis, and Christian, their little infant baby. The early days of the pilot shooting were just great by my lights and I had a wonderful time.” - Peter Tork, quoted in Hey, Hey, We’re The Monkees (1996) (x)

Q: “Being that your tastes were similar, and you both were the first to leave the group, why didn’t you form a group with Peter Tork?” Michael Nesmith: “I don’t like Peter Tork — never have liked him, I don’t like him as a man. I have to qualify that now: Me not liking somebody doesn’t mean that they’re bad people — he could do a lot of wonderful things for and to me. Not liking someone to me is a very gut reaction — a very visceral attitude. The first reaction to Peter was one of dislike. I don’t like him, I have never liked him, and I probably will never like him. I didn’t enjoy playing in a band with Peter, and I still don’t. Our tastes were much the same, our political beliefs were similar, our ideas of fun, pleasure, our intellectual capacity, our ability to talk to each other — we were very much alike. I have a great respect for Peter — his technical abilities on an instrument and the positions he took were well conceived ideas, always a posture with a motive, never emotional. I don’t like my mother. She happens to be a very nice lady — never done anything that would make me not like her — but I don’t. I like my wife.” - Hit Parader, February 1972 (x)

“[We were] partners in silence.” - Michael Nesmith, Rolling Stone, December 3, 2019

“I have a great deal of respect for Mike as a musician and a songwriter. He’s very good. He could make it on his own easily. Also he’s one of the funniest people I’ve ever met.” - Peter Tork, Flip, August 1967

"I have a lot of respect for Michael.” - Peter Tork, The Sacramento Bee, April 20, 1997

“I still have a lot of respect for Michael.” - Peter Tork, WDBB, February 2006

[just-jordie-things]

spiderman fan anon here again who yapped abt how i think ur spideygumi fic is the literal greatest spidey au of all time.. sry i hope ur not tired of hearing abt it but i just reread the fic (again) and i cant stop thinking abt what mc and megumis development would be like from here… megumi is definitely not the typical peter-parker-type with his sense of justice (as one of his figures’ packaging hilariously summarizes “i save people unequally”) which has SOO much potential for a Good fucking hero story AND new relationship dynamic. like maybe megumi tries to become kind of a more “moral” hero on his own, but shit happens, maybe the govt or police are too corrupt and he realizes he can only trust himself to bring justice to the city, a more batman-like mentality. would mc have a problem with his morality and pull away? would she agree with it and help him as a journalist? would she disagree and give him the With great power Comes great responsibility spiel, leading to him growing into a more “true” spiderman-like hero? Idfk i do not write at all but i cant turn off my comics-loving brain with all this potential!!! i also dont mean to push u to write any of this but i had to talk abt it before i Exploded

the way i wanna make this fic a 5 movie franchise now becuz OMG THE AVENUES THIS OPENS UPPP

i am a marvel girl (sorry battinson baby even u aren't my fav) so i see spiderman!gumi having a deadpool mentality but without the mouth lolol

ok here's some very small thoughts i have about what a continuation in the story would've looked like:

he tries to find a mix between the public eyes' idea of the right thing and his version of the right thing but... dammit some people just gotta suffer a bit don't they?

he sees someone get a lil too harsh with a dog and he can't just give em a lil scare. next thing he knows they're beaten beyond recognition and webbed up to a wall for the police to deal with. fuck that guy, who hurts dogs??

when the news starts to call him things like menace and people start to wonder if he's not the altruistic hero they thought he was, megumi tries to balance between the different schools of thought of justice. he has you by his side, supporting him and wishing him all the best with being the best he can be...

so when some perp he's apprehending starts spouting off some real nasty shit, megumi tries to tell himself that prison will bring him to justice. over and over in his head he tells himself that he has to let some things go...

but damnit this bigoted asshole won't shut up and megumi just doesn't see how society could possibly function with pieces of shit like this roaming around. and no, when the guy's body goes limp after a swift ninety-degree head-spinning snap to the neck, megumi doesn't feel any regret. only relief that there's one less bastard in his city.

as for you, you've always trusted in spiderman. so you're learning to place your trust in megumi, too. you hate the rare occasion when he visits you bloodied and bruised, but you hate the idea of a city without spiderman's protection even more. you've been a fan of spiderman since the first day you'd heard of the sightings. a ride or die doesn't walk away just because things are getting a little nastier out there.

a career in journalism will prove to be difficult. the truth about megumi's double life is a secret that you both understand must stay contained no matter the price. you probably bounce around a few firms, trying to find just the right place to land where you can write the truth without revealing too much. however most outlets just want to report on the crimes spiderman himself has committed, and you struggle with badmouthing your hero (and your boyfriend)

i like to think megumi laughs at the papers trying to paint him as a villain. it doesn't stress him out, it's nothing to him really. just a source of entertainment for him to read to you over dinner. between the two of you, you handle the ugly headlines far worse. but megumi likes to rile you up by reading all the worst ones to you, just to make you fuss over it all. some nights it's like you're rivals again- megumi taunting you with the latest edition of the spider-menace storytelling, chuckling when you start to crinkle your brows and spout off about how some writers are uneducated phonies or how they're ungrateful for what he's done. you never fail to go on a long winded rant followed by some chugged down water. and as always, megumi will just smirk and shake his head as he throws away said latest edition.

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i lost wind here but i would love to hear if anyone has other thoughts too!!

[menaasstuff]

The Misfortunate Incident

Chapter Two

While walking to the kitchen in search of some food after her shower, Emilia heard the familiar tune coming from her phone which notified her that Jessi was calling. Scooping up her phone, she grimaced when thinking about what this conversation would involve. She’d updated Jessi through text about how her presentation had gone and knowing her like she does, Emilia knew she’d have to give her a play by play before she’d even think about letting her stew in her own humiliation.

“He—”

“EMILIA!! Please tell me you were joking!” Jessi cut off. Pushing aside pleasantries between these two was common when there were more important matters to discuss.

“Well, I mean it really does sound worse than—”

“YOU PUKED ON PROFESSOR BARKLEY” her best friend nearly screeched before breaking off into a fit of giggles that made Emilia feel both mortified and amused.

“Jess—"

“Bhahaha—I’m sorry it’s not funny but— “Jessi snorted before another fit of laughter overtook her and interrupted her attempt to comfort her friend.

            Pulling the phone away from her ear Emilia couldn’t help the slight smile that broke across her face, at the sound of her best friend’s uncontrollable laughter caused by her ridiculous misfortune. As she waited for her best friend to finally calm down and regain her barring’s, Emilia let out an amused sign before beginning to prepare her cup noodle dinner.

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“I’m telling you Em, it really isn’t that bad, everyone will forget about it by Tuesday, and it’ll be like it never happened. Besides, if you ask me that was probably the most iconic thing you could’ve done in that class. Everyone knows Barkley is the least interesting, longwinded professor in our university” Jessi snorted after the girls debriefed the events of Emilia’s disaster of a day.

“He looked at me like I’d just ran over his dog as I walked out of class, I probably traumatized the poor man—stop laughing it’s not funny I can hear you!” Emilia whined. She’d long since finished her dinner and settled onto her couch, the girls had switched to facetiming each other halfway through the call. This gave her the perfect view to all her friends gasps and giggles that occurs during the recounting of events that occur in her last lecture of the day.

“Are we going to watch this show or not jess, you’ve only been asking me to watch it for the last couple of weeks” Emilia snorted while searching up her friend’s latest obsession, a show called F4 Thailand, which Jessi hadn’t stopped nagging her to get into since it started airing. After talking they’d decided to watch it together on facetime since neither girl thought it was a good idea to go out considering the weather.

“Yes, gosh we got so sidetracked its literally already nearing 7pm”

“I know, somebody was having too much fun laughing at my pain, you’re. lucky I don’t have work tomorrow or we’d never get to watch—” Emilia’s spiel was cut off as a crack of thunder sounded through the room and echoed from the phone.

            Since they’d been on the phone the storm clouds had rolled in and darkened the once tranquil blue sky, turning it a dark grey almost black while the sun set to light up another part of the world till tomorrow. Her mother had messaged to inform her, shed be spending the night at the hospital to avoid going out in the rain, and asked her to make sure all the windows and front door were locked. She also reminded her daughter where the flashlights were kept in case of a power outage and not to stay up too late just because it was the weekend.

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After settling in and pulling up the show on their respective tv’s, the girls hit play and began to indulge in their favorite past time just like the hopeless romantics they were. The girls loved to throw in their own commentary and overzealous reactions to the scenes playing out before them, which led for the apartments to be filled with laughter and yelling that looked a bit like this.

“Ooh he’s cute, is he the main lead”

“Why was that literally the most dramatic way to bump into someone I’ve ever seen” “Em I’ve honestly seen you do worse, leave that girl alone”

“No because literally all he needed to do was take a wet wipe and clean his shoe, its rhinestone” “I thought the exact same thing when I first saw that scene but like he’s also supposed to be a spoiled brat so”

“Wow she literally walked away from her when the ONLY reason she’s even getting bullied is because of her, I’m going to swing” “My thing is like okay yea I get not wanting to get bullied but like no one was even around, SHE COULD’VE ATLEAST SAID HI”

“Why is MJ kinda...” “Right, they need to give my man more appreciation”

“AHH NOT HIM BUYING THE BUS SHE TAKES” “IF HE WNTED TO HE WOULD”

“No wait—” A crack or thunder accompanied the tv and lights in the apartment shutting off and plunging the two girls into darkness with a screech.

“Ugh you have got to be kidding me right now” “No we were literally only on episode four you haven’t even got to see the best parts yet”

            Sighing while getting up from the couch, Emilia headed to the kitchen cabinet under the sink to retrieve the flashlight and shine some light in the otherwise pitch-black living room. Walking back into her living room she calls out to Jessi and lets her know they’ll have to continue tomorrow before they bid goodbye and hang up for the night.

            After double checking all the windows and front door locks, she was about to head into her room when she saw what she thought was a spark coming from the outlet that the tv was plugged into. Standing completely still it only took a minute before she once again saw the flick of sparks coming from the outlet, and decided it was better to unplug the set for the night than risk the possibility of a fire starting while she slept.

Crouching down she reached out for the plug, when -- CRASH -- the sound of a frame being knocked to the floor caused her to jump back onto her bottom while looking over to the source of the sound and seeing her cat Salem sitting on the counter while cleaning his paws.

“Do only exist to give me heart attacks” she chided while shaking her head and resting her hand on her chest to calm down. She’d always hated thunderstorms and now without the distraction of the tv and the only light filling the room being that of the flashlight coupled with the occasional flash of lighting, her fear was being to creep up on her.

Taking a second to collect her thoughts she refocused on her goal of unplugging the tv and heading to bed to sleep off the remanent of the day. Reaching forward she grasped the plug and pulled before she saw a bigger spark ignite and an intense buzz run up her arm through her body before everything went black.

[brynnterpretations]

hii! hope you’re having a wonderful time! may i please request a ship from the boys?

i'm a straight female in my mid twenties.

i have brown eyes and wavy brown hair and i'm 157cm.

my love language is physical touch,

i'm extremely stubborn and competitive. i'm sarcastic to a fault and have trouble identifying and expressing my emotions. i thrive under pressure.

i'm a newbie silversmith and jewellery designer.

my hobbies include painting, archery and uncontrollably crying to sad songs while regretting my life decisions.

i love animals and i have 2 dogs.

and uh, yeah that’s it really! thank you and have a great day.

Thank you for the ship and being so sweet! I hope you're doing well and like this. ♡

I ship you with...

Billy Butcher ♡

Boyfriend

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You and Billy meet due to you being affected by a C-level Supe in NYC — probably Webweaver, or another scummy, bottom-of-the-Barrel V-byproduct. Butcher, ever on the lookout for anyone who's been disadvantaged by Vought and its repercussions, would step in to help you, whether it's just gathering your information to build a case (on Hughie's advising) or "taking matters into his own hands" (on Butcher's prerogative, which... let's not).

Through that, you two begin talking, although it's nothing but professional. The guy's just doing his job, and you're just trying to get back to your job, and after Becca, he's not actively seeking a relationship.

However, as your help is needed more-and-more, and you continue stopping by the hideout for investigation related-things, Butcher finds himself falling for you, even though he's emotionally constipated and initially tries not to admit it to himself.

So, he thinks you're cute physically, and is a sucker for sarcastic types, but his attraction would be firmly cemented when he finds out you do archery. Badass women are 100% his weakness, and add that to silversmith work? Sold. He's been sold. You've sold him.

He would make a very lowkey first move on you, despite his brash nature, just asking if you wanted to go out for dinner and drinks.

Throughout the talking stage, he'd be very sweet and gentlemanly, while still, of course, being Butcher. He'd always dress up nicely (we're talking button-up, slacks, and a belt, of course), walk you home, hold doors open for you, and offer you his jacket whenever it's cold.

It would be a slowburn, though. With both of you being very emotionally reserved people, it would definitely take months throughout the talking stage before it's official.

But the talking stage? It's good, and it just means you two get to really know each other and he gets to take you on nice, thoughtful dates, like home-cooked meals (even if he's no M.M. or Frenchie, he's still pretty good), animal shelters, and, though while not as aesthetically pleasing as could be,

And... let's be real, once you two became official, you'd be able to sucker him into getting another dog with you, even though there's still a Terror-shaped hole in his heart.

Bringing us to how you two became official: through a very earnest, private conversation, where he laid out flatly to you how he felt and that, if you didn't feel the same way, he'd understand. And, when you accept? Expect the warmest embrace you've ever had in your life.

He's not a PDA person at all, but he does enjoy physical affection, and would love holding you, giving you small shoulder massages, and generally just being around you. He goes weak for being the big spoon, and if you let him? Expect a ring on your finger.

(Also, he really loves your height, because since he's typically been with women around his height/taller than him, it makes big-spooning easier.)

As mentioned, he would absolutely adore your hobbies, and even though Billy's a macho guy... if you made him a ring or a bracelet, he'd wear it every day. Not gonna lie, it would have to be something somewhat manly (probably a thin rope bracelet, minimalist ring, etc.), but it would be extremely dear to him and on his person at all times.

Billy would probably not get the crying to sad songs, but it would be refreshing to him, considering everyone he's around — himself included — is emotionally constipated. He'd be pretty awkward at first (because person crying while listening to song? Huh?), but he'd grow to see it as a show of character. Additionally, he knows you, too, are reserved in your emotions, and would feel special for being able to see that around you.

In general, I feel like both of your emotional hesitations would bring you closer, not further — there's not a lot of people in either of your lives that understands that unease, and it would provide for a very honest, beautiful relationship. While there would be hiccups (I'd assume you two would have infrequent, but still tense, silent-treatment arguments from misunderstandings), you'd always be able to work it out with each other.

He wouldn't make any grand gestures about you two dating to the other boys, rather just letting it slip. It wouldn't be because he's embarrassed, he just... doesn't really see the need (he's a "those who understand, understand" short of guy). The guys, however, would catch up very quickly, just because of how much Butcher improved since you two started going out together.

While there's still a Terror-shaped hole in your heart, he loves you, so he would 100% adopt a dog for you two to co-parent.

Since your introduction to him was through the coup, he wouldn't hold any reservations towards having you around, but he would annoyingly flip-flop if you got too close to the work, especially when tensions were running higher. While he'd always apologize for it after the fact (because, let's be real, the guy can be a bit much when he's stressed), it would definitely still happen, just because he's so afraid of losing you. He knows you're strong and capable — that's why he was drawn to you, after all — but so was his brother, Becca, and so many others in his life who passed, so while he'd want there to not be any barriers between his work life and his personal life, he'd still be anxious about your safety.

The Boys ☻

Friends

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I'll be real, Annie is definitely guilty of thinking you're too good for Butcher — we'll give her a pass because he's always been a bit of a menace towards her — but notices he gets a lot better when you're around. Like, better, better. He just seems in a better mood, and often makes more choices than just "let's give 'em hell".

She wouldn't talk to you too much, mostly because she tries to stay out of Butcher's business, but would really like you, and often strike up casual conversations with you. She loves how crafty you are, and...

So does Kimiko, who curiously types questions about your jewelry, your smithworking, etc. In general, she really, really loves you; she's very much drawn to crafty types (it's why she and Frenchie fit together so well), and loves your personality. She would 100% bring you extremely well-made crafts of your own; once, she sculpted you out of some clay, and even though it was just the ones you get at kids' art stores, it was really fucking good.

She would make the most conscious of an effort to become close to you out of the boys, and would invite you to a lot of typical "friendship outings" that she was deprived of growing up, like sleepovers, movie nights, etc.

Also would make you bracelets out of those Michael's/JOANN jewelry-making kits, including one very cute one made of your favorite colors and name.

She adores you, dude.

Frenchie thinks you're lovely, and definitely vibes with your sense of humor — you two would share some very, very funny moments. He went to trade school before dropping out, so he has interest in silversmithing and metalwork, and would often ask to see your wor, as well as sharing some of your own.

Hughie is intimidated of you at first — we all know he freezes up around strong women, especially the sarcastic kinds — but, once he sensed you were not going to pull any sort of "take your pocket twink and go!" on him, would open up to you. While you two wouldn't share many common interests, he would be fascinated by yours.

And, lastly: you are M.M.'s saving grace. While you still possess that sarcastic streak in common with Butcher, you are definitely a grounding force for him, and the guy appreciates the peace. More, he appreciates you — while, yes, you're stubborn and competitive, you're still a levelheaded person, and tough, at that. You also remind him a lot of Janine, who shares your fire and creativity, and thinks you're a great role model for the boys.

While Kimiko would be the most likely to form a closer relationship with you, I see M.M. as being the most likely to encourage you to work more with the boys. You're truly one of a kind, and everyone can see that, but especially M.M.

So, keep being you, girl. You've got some good people on your side.

[zuuriell]

i felt like doing something so imma do this for the month! i’ll put all my answers below the cut because it’ll probably get quite long lol

1. Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (aka POTS)

2. well, it’s pretty complicated 😭 i’ve had some symptoms for probably like a year, but around late april/early may this year i couldn’t even shower or stand up too long from how bad it got. the uk healthcare system is absolute shit though, so even tho i’ve been a&e multiple times and tried to explain how much it’s all been affecting me, i still don’t get to see a cardiologist until february 2024 :( but we’ve ruled out other options of what it could be, and my mum’s cardiologist friend agreed when i said i thought i had POTS, and my GP agrees, and my potsie friends agree so i’m kinda like unofficially diagnosed as of now?

3. relating to the last point, i am not officially diagnosed yet because of the slow asf NHS so yeah :,) but i mean to figure out what i was experiencing was POTS, it did take me like 8 months? but probably around 10 for me to accept the fact that i most likely have it too 😭 an official diagnosis unless i can rack up the money to go private is probably gonna take me like another year at this rate, but hopefully it won’t be that long

4. i have to pick just one? LOL uhh probably the blood pooling! it’s so annoying because especially when im out and about, i can’t be with my legs in the air 24/7 so it’s always bound to happen. compression socks help but only to an extent, and it stops me from doing so muchhhh :( it means that queueing for things and standing for more than a couple minutes is so so much harder, and if i have too much blood pooling in one day then my can legs ache for DAYS after that. it’s so painful and annoying and just aaghhh i hate it

5. on a regular day: i wake up, chug water which i leave by my bed for the mornings, get out of bed slowly and walk downstairs to make breakfast. i chug electrolytes and go for a short dog walk, then come home to do schoolwork and my family make lunch/dinner so i don’t have to stand around too long. i’ll make sure i get any chores done that i can, and i’ll try to chill in the evening

on a bad day/flareup: i wake up a lot later, have my electrolytes with water and only get out of bed when i need to. i’ll do schoolwork from my bed (if i feel well enough to concentrate), and have salty snacks rather than proper meals, unless my family make me anything. i stretch from bed to combat deconditioning, and if i feel decent enough i can have a bath

6. i don’t have access to any specific medication unfortunately, so i currently just manage with painkillers when my chronic pain is extra bitchy + anti-nausea meds when i feel sicky

7. salt sachets (the little ones you get at like mcdonald’s and stuff) to shove in my purse/pocket in case symptoms flare while i’m out, compression garments, electrolyte tablets, and a recliner bed so i can raise my legs more when resting

8. electrolyte drinks!! not the tablets though (i hate the taste of all the tablets except like 1 lol) - my fav is making electrolyte drinks from scratch! at the moment i really love iced lemon water with honey and salt. i also saw smth about this fancy coconut water drink to make so i may try that and it may become my favourite :0

9. salty crackers, salt and vinegar/ready salted crisps, mcdonalds fries (stfu i know these aren’t healthy but they’re my favs 😭), pretzels, nuts

+ my fav foods to dump a bunch of salt on: pasta, veggies and dips (SALTED CUCUMBER IS SO GOOD), pizza, chips, soup, risotto, probs almost anything i eat tbh

10. i’ve only got one pair but i love them so shoutout to my knee-length black compression socks <3

11. i don’t have any 🥲 i really wish i could have a cane or maybe even a rollator but my family make fun of me and i can’t afford one lolsies

12. i try to do some stretching in bed so that i can safely work against deconditioning, keeping very hydrated, trying to stay upstairs as much as possible so i don’t have to suffer my staircase, asking family to make food for me so i can save energy, taking pain meds when needed, having a cold bath (if possible), trying to keep preoccupied with work if i can, but if not i’ll watch movies on my ipad and stuff

fun fact: i wrote this on a flare LOL so oddly fitting and now i’ve already made myself a plan for the next few days!

13. the thing that’s helped me most is accepting that something is wrong and remembering to listen to my body. going through life pretending that i’m perfectly abled and don’t have anything wrong causes much more harm to me than letting myself rest a few days. it definitely isn’t easy though - i still find myself getting stressed over work deadlines don’t get me wrong, but i’d like to think i’m getting better at adapting to things and noticing when a flare is coming on so i can be prepared to take the time for my body to rest.

14. chairs are your best friends now. i steal the chairs/stools from the kitchen table whenever i’m doing chores standing up for more than 30 seconds. compression socks also help! OOH and if you’re using hot water/heated stuff and struggle with temperature dysreg, i usually grab myself a cup of ice to munch on or an icepack to hold on my chest so that i don’t overheat :)

15. i’m afraid i don’t have much input for this as i left school for health reasons 😭 but i suppose keeping hydrated, getting accommodations such as not too many stairs + being allowed to take more days off to rest for flares, compression gear where possible, staying high on sodium + electrolytes, and extended deadlines would be good!

16. i’m gonna sound so silly for this but i love rewatching my comfort stuff. i’ve got my fav youtubers + fav films/series all compiled in a list, and i spin a wheel to decide which one i’m gonna watch! other activities i enjoy though are reading, playing video games, doing goofy quizzes online, chatting with friends, and going on pinterest sprees!

17. leading on from the last prompt, my fav is a marvel movie - tbh all of them bring me so much comfort but my favs are avengers, black widow, loki and any of the thor films <3

18. my main support system is my wonderful boyfriend, kurtis @agere-tomhiddleston-imagines 💚💛 he’s helped me through so much and he’s so supportive of me no matter what, and i love him dearly for that (and how awesome he is in general ofc) <3 other than that, my parents are semi-supportive! they still get things wrong sometimes but overall they’ll help if i need things and they handle all the shitty healthcare workers for me so i truly appreciate them for that 😭🙏 ooh and definitely just the general online community of chronically ill people/potsies!! i love y’all so much 🫶

19. okay i don’t know if this counts because she was an orthodontist rather than a doctor/nurse, but when discussing me getting braces she asked about my medical history and i explained it all but said i haven’t been diagnosed so i understand if she can’t accommodate me. then she said to me, “hun.. just because you don’t have a piece of paper with a few words on it, doesn’t mean you aren’t ill. if you’ve got symptoms but no confirmed cause, you’ve still got the symptoms, and i’m not gonna ignore those unless you want me to” - the validation was so relieving after years of fighting for doctors to listen to me and believe me :,) ❤️

(i’ll update this throughout the month! <3)

[hidden-poet]

Okay just read chapter 3 on Snow Lands on Top and HOLY SHIT LETS UNPACK THIS MASTERPIECE!!!!

Mabel is a BADASS, FREAKIN’ LOVE THIS GIRL 🩷🩷🩷

I just love love how throughout the story these two "lovebirds" keep going back and forth with each other 😂

Okay Mabel calling Grandma'am a crazy old bat had me DEAD on the floor 😂 and Coryo telling Mable he had every right to do what he wants to her… okay daddy okay... 🥵

Not him grabbing her wrist to make sure she sits next to him 😫🥵

MABLE STANDING UP to GRANDMA’AM with spelling out his name!!!!! This girl is truly fearless and loves testing this family and her captor 😂

Not her singing the Panem national anthem then adding her own Coryo twist to it… i love her pissing him off so much 😂 (also not me singing Lana Del Rey’s - National Anthem in my head after reading this 😂)

NOW the way he just joins her in the shower had me like… 😫 the way he just looks down at her body... him WASHING her hair roughly 😫 and tilting her head to wash it out 😫 while he presses her back against him 😫 GOOD GODDDDD HELP ME 🥵 He probably really enjoyed her getting shampoo in her eyes 😂 but then again, I mean... he did warn us... 👀 AND when he says “Are you worried I’ll touch you?” BOY YOU ALREADY DID!!!

HER STICKING HER TONGUE OUT TO HIM, HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE THIS CUTIE PIE?! SHES SO FREAKIN' LOVEABLE 🥹🩷

And he's so fucking cocky I love it!!

Grandma’am ordering her to get her coat and put it on her then shooed her away 😂😂

This man really be keeping her locked up in a tower like Rapunzel?! I love a toxic man obsessed with power and control against his prisoner and treating her like his own little doll he can play with at any time and any way 😫

Dr. Gaul… the fact that she knows what's going on and calling her a 'pet' and how both her and Coryo want Mable under control like a submissive dog to him... SO DARK I LOVE IT 😈 And Mable meeting Dr. Gaul… DUN DUN DUN - I can't wait to see how that shit goes DOWN

Okay Mable sitting next to Grandma’am and sharing her chocolate almonds with her 🥹🥹 and not Coryo getting butthurt that she was nice to Grandma’am but bit him 😂 and her COMEBACK comment at that was just PERFECT 😂😂

I love how he locks her in with himself in the bedroom and is just training her... command me all day daddyyy 😈🥵 Her scribbling 'no' on the paper 😂 AND NOT THIS MAN HOLDING HER OFF FROM DINNER FOR NOT FINISHING IN TIME!!! Rude boy...

"The stronger party got to tell the weaker what to do." - YES 100% HE IS ABOVE ME AND I AM BELOW HIM AND HE TELLS ME WHAT TO DO 😫😫

Now the ending of this chapter...

Him getting so frustrated at her for still being her "old district self" and wanting her to be an educated Capitol girl so bad 😫

"He slaps her across the cheek, but she turns her head right back to him, ready for more." - DO IT AGAIN 😈

Okay so this man is getting kinky now with punishing her by slapping her ass 100 times 😂 the way he is LITERALLY teaching her a lesson on math... slap after slap after slap when she gets it wrong and making her start from the top until she gets it 100% right 😫🥵 SO FREAKIN' HOTTT 🥵🥵 kinky son of a bitch...

Okay but in all honesty the poor girl probably can't walk now 😂 her ass is PURPLE!!!

He is becoming more and more unhinged and violent with her to get her into submission to him and he is beyond TERRIFYING here because he would not stop until she got it right. He's way more scary in this than in Commander Snow 1000%

I love love how scary he is in this one, makes the story soooo fun and exciting, especially with Mable's sass mouth; which will lead her to more harsh punishments from Coryo 🥵

I always wonder if she's ever going to develop Stockholm syndrome... I definitely would 😂 oh wait... I already have 😂

I AM MISSING SO MUCH MORE HERE BUT I CANT FUNCTION PROPERLY RIGHT NOW AFTER READING THIS MASTERPIECE OF ART!!!

I CAN'T WAIT FOR CHAPTER 4!!!! I'M GOING FERAL FOR IT!!! THIS STORY IS SO FUCKIN' AMAZINGGG MY GOSHHH!!!

And can't wait for chapter 5 for Commander Snow 🩷

I LOVE comments like this so much ❤️❤️ ❤️

I could read them all day long.

Begging you to keep them coming so I know what’s a hit and what’s a miss.

[multifandomrandomgirl]

The Ropes That Bind Us PART TWO - Peter Tork x Female reader

Masterlist

Part One

Back at the pad, the other three Monkees had begun to worry about their bandmate. It had now been seven hours since the bassist set out to buy a loaf of bread, he hadn’t returned by dinner which was unusual and a cause of concern.

“Peter never misses a meal, even when he’s ill! Something must have happened to him.” Michael paced back and forth, fiddling with the pom-pom on his green wool hat.

“You’re right, but what this time?” Micky threw himself onto the couch dramatically, causing Michael to roll his eyes, although he knew that the younger man was trying to lighten the mood, he really didn’t have the patience for humour right now. Their bassist was missing, poor Peter who couldn’t hurt a fly had disappeared. He could be anywhere, and knowing the blond boy’s luck and naivety, he had most likely been kidnapped again, he could be getting tortured. 

Michael felt a pang of pain and fear in his chest, he and the other two had taken ages to notice that Peter had gone missing, he knew that Pete would be scared, he was probably alone, being hurt. Peter often ended up in these situations, but everytime, Michael managed to remain calm with him. He knew that Peter didn’t mean to end up in trouble but a lot of the criminals that abducted him realised just how kind he was and took advantage of him that way in order to take him.

The last time it happened, six months ago, Peter had been taking a walk on the beach when an old man (who had turned out to not be that old at all) had pretended to fall over, Peter being Peter immediately ran over to help the man and offered to walk him home so that he didn’t get further hurt, anyone else would probably have seen through the awful disguise, however, Pete had fallen straight into the trap, the abductor was initially shocked at how easy it was to take the lad, but either way, he’d won and tricked him into coming back with him.

Once they’d reached the ‘elderly’ man’s house, Peter had been grabbed instantly, he was hit and kicked and then tied to a chair and gagged because he wouldn’t stop rambling to one of his torturers about the piano and how much he loves dogs.

When the boys had finally found him, he was a mess, covered in bruises, cuts, and rope burns. He also had a few cracked ribs. He had a few large bruises on his face, his lip was bust and his eyes were black. Michael remembered having to carry Peter to the Monkeemobile after they rescued him, he remembered Pete’s arms around his neck, face buried into the Texan’s chest whilst sobbing. He didn’t think he was ever going to see his bandmates again. 

Mike remembered his heart shattering as Pete kept apologising, they all reassured him that it really wasn’t his fault at all, but Peter refused to believe it (“If I wasn’t such a dummy-” he had started before Davy cut him off). Michael’s heart broke again that evening when he went to check up on him, Peter was curled up in his bed, his hair spread across the pillow just enough for Mike to see his tear-stained face, he looked so vulnerable in the moment, he looked just like a child. Michael sat at the edge of Pete’s bed and he gently brushed his fingers over the older man’s face before placing a small kiss on his forehead.

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“Mike? Hey, Michael?” Davy snapped his fingers, gaining the attention of his bandmate.

“Shit, sorry Davy. I just - I’m so scared it’s gonna be like last time, he was so hurt, Davy. He doesn’t deserve- he’s so sweet and adorable. Who the fuck could look at Peter and want to hurt him? He was so broken for so long after, he really wasn’t our Pete. What if it’s worse this time? What if he’s dead? Guys, last time was so bad, it can’t happen again. We have to find him. I can’t handle him being that hurt again. I’m terrified something really bad could happen to him.” Mike stormed over to the table and grabbed the keys to the Monkeemobile before gesturing to the guys to follow him to their car.

They drove around for hours, shouting Pete’s name at the top of their lungs and stopping and asking various people whether or not they’d seen him - they had no luck at all, Mike got out of their car and slammed the door, before kicking so rubbish aggressively, Micky and Davy glanced at each other, they were worried for Peter too, but Michael was like everyone’s mum, and a complete worry wart.

“Michael, listen, we’ll find him. We always do. We just need a plan.” Micky got out after him and placed his hand on his shoulder.

“Right, a plan.” Mike sniffled, Micky could see the tears forming in the guitarist's eyes and pulled him in for a hug, which only made Michael cry harder. Micky glanced over to Davy, this was a whole new level of concern. They’d rarely seen the Texan cry, Mike was brilliant at bottling up his emotions, but this, this was different. Michael was really upset about this, Micky knew he blamed himself as Michael had let him go out alone. Micky rubbed circles on his friend's back in an attempt to calm him down.

“We’ll find Pete, don’t you worry.”

[kimium]

What do you think each Night Raven College Housewarden would have as a pet, if they could have pets on campus?

Hi friend! Thanks for this ask! I admit, I'm not very well versed in pets as I've never had one (nor want one). So, my list will be general. No specific breeds of say dogs or cats found here in my actual choices, unfortunately. Also, I'm going for common house pets, so nothing exotic or unrealistic.

Regardless, let's get to this! Everything is long, so it's under a cut.

Riddle - hedgehog

Probably the more obvious choice due to Alice in Wonderland having hedgehogs, but I truly think they suit Riddle. Firstly, hedgehogs are so cute and small! Next, hedgehogs have some specific requirements for care, such as meals, cages, and exercise. While this may be a daunting task for some people, Riddle with his rule-abiding mentality would have done his homework. It helps that Heartslaybul have hedgehogs already so he'd be well versed in maintaining and caring for them.

Finally, hedgehogs curl into themselves when they feel threatened/as a defense mechanism, which I think perfectly encapsulates how Riddle's entire descent to overblotting happened.

Plus, according to Cater, hedgehogs are "super cammable" and thus they're perfect.

Also, to Riddle the hedgehog's name is "Hazel" (due to the colour) but to the rest of Heartslaybul it's "Hedgy".

Leona - lizard

Okay, listen I know the gut reaction for Leona is "a cat" because he's a lion and lions are essentially large cats. However, just because Leona has cat energy doesn't mean he'd want a cat as a pet. They can be too similar in nature, meaning Leona can dish it out the tsundere attitude but he can't take it.

Therefore, I think he'd have a lizard. Lizards like the sunlight and like napping in them. They can be low maintenance and don't require things like walks.

The irony of the situation is not lost on Leona as he definitely frequently insults Malleus by calling him "an overgrown lizard". However he thinks his lizard is "superior" to Malleus. This comment is something Sebek probably tries to fight Leona on.

Leona officially named the lizard "Pistachio" but he also affectionally calls his lizard "Not Malleus".

Azul - snake

Another person I think the instinctual choice is "something that swims" but I disagree. The big reason why I disagree is because on land our usual array of aquatic pets are fish, maybe small hermit crabs. To Azul and the twins, however, they're all a snack. That's not a pet, that's a "between lunch and dinner" treat.

I picked snake because of one reason: in the wild they're predators. Azul and the twins don't want some docile rodent (mouse/rat, hamster, etc.) but I don't think with their lifestyle they'd want a dog or cat. Also, snakes can eat their prey whole and I think that trait is something Jade and Floyd relate to.

(Floyd wants to name the snake "Jamil" but Azul rejects that idea. The snake is named Ebony because their snake is dark in colour.)

Kalim - budgie bird

Kalim's is the hardest one to pick. On one hand I think a small adorable animal like a hamster or rabbit suits him. On the other hand, I really like the bird aesthetic for Kalim. Originally I wanted to say a duck because I've seen pictures of ducks as pets and they look So Soft, cute, and absolutely precious. They're also aquatic birds, which suits Kalim's unique magic. I bet he'd have a small tub for his duck and he'd sprinkle water all over it gently.

However, I went with budgie bird because they're small and adorable. They're also colourful, though according to my internet search, yellow/green are the only natural colours and any other are from breeding.

Birds also have just the right amount of maintenance for it to accidentally become one extra problem Jamil has to deal with LOL. JK... just a little. I bet Kalim is super into taking care of his bird and wants the best things for his little buddy!

(Kalim names the budgie bird Kiwi because his bird is a beautiful yellow/green.)

Vil - hunting dog

If Vil was on his own he'd 100% have a cat, probably a hypoallergenic cat or a Siamese cat because I think their dark and light contrast is beautiful. However, since I'm such a huge Vil/Rook shipper, I had to account Rook into this equation.

While I think Rook would be fine with a cat, I also think Rook is an active person and would love a pet to be active with. Thus, he convinces Vil they should get a dog. This dog has to be one that in the past helped with hunting and is one that loves running. Rook loves bonding with their dog to the point people think the dog belongs only to Rook. A little understandable because of Vil's very busy schedule, but Rook likes having something distract him while Vil is away for long photo shoots or filming.

In turn Vil absolutely, 100% becomes someone who will show pictures of their dog with little prompting. Almost all the photos have Rook in there too, so he's showing off his boyfriend (and future husband) all at the same time.

This dog, by the way, definitely wins beauty pageants because Vil won't have a dog that's anything less than beautiful.

(Rook named their dog; her name is Juliette. Vil accepts this because the name is elegant.)

Idia - fish

Another character that I think the knee-jerk reaction is "a cat" because Idia is a character who absolutely, 100% LOVES cats. Again, like Leona I think just because Idia has "loves cats" vibe doesn't mean he'd be a good cat owner. Not because he wouldn't love a cat, but because they're a lot of work, even if they're mostly an "independent" animal.

Fish on the other hand are perfect. They require little maintenance and everything about them can be monitored with ease. There is little need to groom them, clean up after them, and play with them like a cat. Also, I think the blue glow of a fish tank suits Idia's room.

(The fish are named Poseidon, Oprheus, and Eurydice. I picked all of these names because they're Greek myth names and I think that's funny.)

Malleus - cat

Malleus was tough to choose because he strikes me as someone who doesn't want a pet. He's also Fae which means every thing will die before him. That means the only way Malleus would ever have a pet is by accident.

For his cat he probably found it outside and alone. Saving a small, lost kitten was easy for him but now it's attached to Malleus and REFUSES to go anywhere. Malleus, who has no idea how to care for an animal probably panicked and took the kitten to Lilia. Lilia laughed for at least ten minutes because never in his life did he think he'd have to help Malleus take care of a pet.

Yet that's what happens. Malleus loves his cat. He's a very patient person so when his cat doesn't want attention, Malleus doesn't mind. When the cat wants attention then Malleus is there with food, water, pets, toys, you name it. The cat is probably the singular most pampered cat because Malleus cannot say no to its pleading eyes.

Also, I'm laughing at the irony of Leona having a pet that represents Malleus and Malleus having a pet that represents Leona.

(Malleus named the cat Mocha because of the beautiful browns and whites present.)

[therhythmafterthesummer]

I swear I can't never anticipate what you're gonna drop next like what do u mean werewolf chan in medieval setting LIKE HELLO???? YES PLEASE????

Also I really REALLY LOVED reading mechanic Chan, do you have any headcanons for them, like what happened after? (I always get ridiculously attached and keep thinking about them) Like imagine him helping her get a new car 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 imma stop before I sob

yes yes more werewolf chan nomnomnomnom. it's gonna be a bit different (or more like a lot different) than Chris Wereroomies, but i am in love with him already

ALSO I DOOOO. i get super attached to my characters too so i do have some headcanons for Herbie's couple, both sfw and nsfw. i'll leave them under the cut~

right after the events of Herbie:

first of all, Wolfgang is gonna get the zoomies as soon as Chris and the MC get to his house. he's gonna be SO excited and Chris is gonna spend like five whole minutes trying to calm him down.

with a calm Wolfgang they can finally make some dinner (it's probably super basic, like a sandwich because obviously Chris didn't expect to have anyone over at all, but it's fine, she doesn't mind at all).

they stay up late talking about everything and nothing, until they get super sleepy, like they can barely keep their eyes open anymore.

so Chris will take her to his room, give her some of his clothes to wear as pyjamas and they'll snuggle to bed with Wolfgang sleeping on his own bed that Chris keeps in his room.

and then of course the next morning they have some amazing morning sex, but like, slow, lazy morning sex in which they get to explore each other much less desperately than they did at the shop lol

and that same night they'll finally go on that date Chris was so fixated on. it probably won't be anything spectacular, he'll probably just take her to some place they can eat some good food and then spend some time walking on the street... they'll end up back at Chris' place by the end of the night probably.

oh and when Jisung finds out he's super annoying about it. he tells her 'i told you so' like a million times. but he's happy for them both of course.

then, much later in their relationship:

she sells Herbie (writing this made me sadder than i could've imagined), probably for parts since he's too far gone now.

i figure Chris does help her find a better car, one he had thoroughly inspected to make sure it wouldn't be a Herbie 2.0.

she still visits him at the shop often, but of course now it's just to see him. she brings him lunch, or some dessert and things like that.

Chris finally restores his bike and he takes his girl on rides often.

at some point they probably fuck on that bike

and eventually they'll probably move in together and get another dog🥺

[mcfuckenlovenit]

"oh, how the turn tables" he looks at me with such a wtf expression, and even though he's trying to hide it I see the corners of his mouth perk up. "You're not scared?" I'm stunned for a second, I guess I should be more scared, terrified even. I mean the man is dangerous and he's holding a gun to my head, but he hasn't pulled the trigger yet.

I realized I should probably answer his question, since he's just been staring into my soul for God knows how long. "Um, not really no" his face was inches away from mine. Before he can say anything though, I start again "I mean I've lived with you for over a year now, I've legitimately watched you fall down the stairs and sprain both ankles and a wrist. You act like you could care less about my cat but I seen your Amazon cart, that cat tree will not fit in the living room, also she likes chicken treats better then tuna. And! I was a witness to each time you puked all over my bed, once with me in it! You still owe me new sheets by to the way" he takes a step back not far enough that the gun falters but far enough that my eyes can focus beter on him.

He looks so lost, I'm not sure whether he wants to pull the trigger to shut me up or to laugh. At last he lowers his gun, I'm relieved but honestly I for some unknown reason wasn't really worried about it anyway. Instead of focusing on that I ask him "Whatcha want for dinner? I'm thinking Mickky D's"

He hunches down and I can see his shoulders shake as he starts laugh, and oh my lordy it's the most harmonious laugh I've ever heard. I mean he's laughed before but it was always cut short or too low to hardly hear. This must be his his real laugh it's borderline additive, who woulda thought all I had to do was be held at gunpoint and not care about the gun. I think I would do it all over again just to hear his laugh.

His stopped laughing and I can't help but notice he's got tears in his eyes, literal tears! This man didn't even cry while watching Up! Or a dogs purpose! But here he is wiping tears away as he straightens and grabs his keys. "Mickky D's closes in half an hour" the air stand still. Next thing I know before I can even think I'm bolting to the nearest exit, which happens to be the living room window, still open since it was hot as balls today. I hop out and dash to the car parked right out front, I get there, I pull the door handle, and its locked?

I hear a chuckle as Jay walks out in long relaxed strides, "Hurry, it takes 20 minutes just to get there!" the bitch doesn't unlock it till he's got to the drivers side! As he starts the car I smile to myself. I think we'll be ok.

Today you just found out your roommate with strange hobbies, like knowing how to pick a lock, knows how every puzzle and cipher by heart, or how to commit tax fraud, and so many other things, wasn't a guy with ADHD, he was an ex-assassin and now you have a gun pointed at your face

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A snippet from last year...

Jun. 12, 2023

I've been making the rounds again, and I suppose it's a good thing to get back to a little more normality.

I got word from my mom that my grandmother is ailing; she probably has a few weeks left, at best.  I went ahead and told W, because I don't believe in withholding things like this from him, and we've been coping with it in about the same way; avoiding the feeling until we crash.

I took Saturday to treat myself like I enjoyed possessing my body; two long walks with my dog, some backyard foraging (I found ripe blackberries and wild blueberry bushes on the hillside), dyeing my hair, repotting and watering my plants, and cooking dinner.  By evening I was pleasantly sore and tired, but a part of me wanted to keep going, keep doing.

Fortitude quickly put a stop to that, though.  He insisted that I needed a sort of rest that I'd been avoiding, and he was right (of course).  I'd been fighting so hard to keep from feeling those things because letting things go is just part of moving forward, and that's what I do.  And I'd settled so firmly into that ideology that I believed that letting myself feel frustration or sadness was a bit beneath me.  I reflected that frustration indicates a level of fear at not being able to control events to one's liking, and sadness meant I wasn't prepared to change.  But that's not quite true, is it?

Morpheus and I have been playing the "oldest game," which if you do it right is a great way to get to know someone.  A good (if slightly over-dramatized) version of this is in the Netflix production of "The Sandman," if you haven't seen it.  One player identifies themselves as an object or idea, and the next player tries to find an idea or object that trumps the one before.  It goes in rounds, or back and forth, until one player admits defeat.  Our game lasted three days.  I won, though I didn't really intend to.  It's my first time playing, and I had nothing to lose.

Both Morpheus and Fortitude agree that I'm missing the forest for the trees, a bit.  That I need to step back and see things... and myself... for what we are.  That frustration means I need to stop doing things aimlessly and take time for myself, and that sadness is a necessary consequence of the changing of eras.  It doesn't mean I must cling to the people and places that pass me by, but it is a chance to truly process the depth of love I have and had for them over the years.

I let myself grieve with Morpheus and Fortitude.  I let myself feel.

But for W, he projected this grief onto his grandfather, X's father.  He wanted to keep playing with him, and was frantic when the day came to a close and he began to feel time running out.  To my surprise, he invoked Thanatos!

And he came, as if summoned.  The god of death gently teased out the reasons for W's tears, patted him on the head, and gave him solid advice for living.  He also promised W that he would bring the soul of my mom's recently deceased pup to help comfort him when Grandmother passes.  He really had no obligation to do that, so it really was a sweet gesture.

I love that W is growing up without fear of death, or of Thanatos.  He understands that he's not scared of death or dying; he just doesn't want to be left behind.  We cuddled for a good while, and sat with Death while we grieved.  It was a lovely experience.

And after that, I went back to the rounds.  I processed what I think were the souls in Thanatos' wings, and gave them (and him) a bit more peace.  The night before, I joined a girl in a wheelchair in her search for a kindred soul.  Love is about connection, and the culmination of love is grief.  Grief is the shift between gears that allows us to move ever forward.  It is the process of disconnecting and reconnecting with life.

And just like that, I suddenly understand why Thanatos wept when he learned Hypnos died.  Not because he was alone, or because Hypnos had gone somewhere without him, but because for the first time in his existence, he was forced to endure the same clutch and release that mortals have done for eons.  He was forced to change.

And I find myself in grief, too... I am Hope.  I move ever forward.  The love and grief of change comes with me.  It should be no surprise that I am here, too, and must undergo it, myself.