#LET ME DO A FEM COSPLAY IN PEACE

[catwouthats]

So thankful for videos and posts like these because I’m planning to do a fem Bart Allen cosplay…

Ohhhh my gosh can I already hear the complaints…

People saying shit like “minor coded” (he’s a 20 yr old neurodivergent and has had bad writers/artists recently)

People saying I shouldn’t sexualize (I’m just dressing up as him & have a different body type)

People saying I shouldn’t sexualize him (I’m just comfortable and flirty)

People saying that I shouldn’t sexualize him (I am just existing)

[slytherinshua]

WHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME ?

genre. fluff. warnings. gunwook's a lil tease and lots of kissing. mention of superman gunwook cosplay (very much needs a warning). pairing. gunwook x fem!reader. wc. 739. request. no. a/n. we did it guys we're finally writing for zb1???? i never thought this day would come 😔

“Ugh, get off me.” You groaned, attempting to shove your boyfriend off of you, but failing miserably. Gunwook seemed deaf to your plea, and only tightened his grip on you, nuzzling his face in your neck.

“No, I’m tired and you’re comfortable.”

You let out a loud over dramatic sigh, glancing down at your boyfriend who easily covered your entire body. He was significantly taller than you.

“Do you have to lie right on top of me?” You asked quietly, sneaking a hand into his hair since you had such easy access.

“Yes.” He mumbled into your shoulder, eyes fluttering closed. Minutes passed by in silence as you continued to scroll through your phone, making peace with the situation. Gunwook seemed a little too quiet, though, and you looked back down at him. He was all curled up comfortably on top of you, legs tangled with yours, arms tightly holding onto your waist. He looked so peaceful.

“Are you asleep?” You whispered, poking his cheek. He groaned quietly, tightening his grip on you and shaking his head.

“Not yet.” He lifted his head slightly, making eye contact with you before winking smoothly, which made you scoff and look back to your phone. 

He frowned, “Why are you ignoring me? You’re probably just going to go watch edits even though your boyfriend is right here.” He complained. His former tiredness seemed to have slipped away.

“I’m not.”

“You are.” He insisted, “You were watching them earlier. You even searched them up.”

“I did not! They just show up on my feed.” You knew that you would ultimately lose in this battle, but you were determined to defend yourself for as long as possible. The truth was you had been watching edits of Gunwook on purpose, but who was to blame you? He was the one who had dressed up as Superman after all.

“It showed up because you’ve searched for them before.” He giggled against your neck. Your lips tugged upwards just slightly, endeared by his every mannerism. But you wouldn’t give up this easily. Gunwook had you wrapped around his finger, but your pride was still at stake.

“I only watch them because you would sulk if I scrolled past them. They’re not even that good.” You rolled your eyes to further sell your disinterest in the topic.

“I saw your saved folder.” He whispered, mouth right next to your ear, practically kissing it. Your eyes widened as your fingers slipped and your phone dropped. It landed on Gunwook’s back, and he let out a small “ow”. You had no time to apologise verbally, only rubbing your hand quickly over the spot your phone had hit. 

“You did not see the folder!” You panicked, trying harder again to push him off of you. You cursed him in your mind for being so dedicated to building muscle at the gym with Matthew. He was too heavy for you to even budge.

“Just admit you like watching the edits, and I’ll get off.” His lips lifted in a mischievous smile. 

You sighed, screwing your eyes shut as you mulled over your two options. Continue to deny and keep your pride, or admit to it and endure his teasing. 

“Fine. I guess I do occasionally watch them.” You confessed, rolling your eyes as he let out a satisfied giggle.

“There. Was that so hard?” He beamed at you, finally crawling off your body to lie down on the other side of the bed.

“You’re impossible.” You muttered, rolling to your side, facing away from him. You had about 30 seconds of peace before you heard the sheets rustling as Gunwook scooted over to you again, lying his head down on the pillow as close to you as possible.

“Go away.” You urged, keeping your attention off of him for as long as possible— which was extremely hard, especially when you could still smell the shampoo on his hair from his shower earlier.

“Never.” He vowed, an annoyingly cute giggle escaping his lips and breaking every ounce of your willpower to continue to ignore him. You turned around, not wasting a second before peppering kisses all over his face. His laughter was uncontrollable and extremely contagious, and soon, you ended up on top of him, collapsed from your attack of kisses. You hugged his waist and buried your head in his chest, mirroring the exact same position he had been in minutes before.

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[lostgirl677]

Revenge Part.2

Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Masterlist

Part.1

Part 3

Summary:   Y/N and the Winchester brothers are on the trail of a mysterious werewolf, but who knows where this may lead them? Another successfull hunt or a more serious mess?  

“So, you mean that there is an entire book series about you?” I asked, completely dumbfounded. Sam and Dean looked a bit embarrassed “Well, yeah. But Chuck wasn’t aware that we actually existed when he wrote the books.” That was a lot to process, less than when I joined the life of course, but goddamn! I needed to find those books, for sure. Then realization strucked me. ”That means that thousands of people read about not only your adventures but also Dean’s hookups? I think I’m scarred for life.” This earned me a good laugh from Sam who put his hand on his brother’s shoulder and a big frown from Dean who smacked his hand from him.“What? It’s not Casa Erotica worthy either, don’t exaggerate. And thousands of people, really? You are flattering Chuck.” I just rolled my eyes. “Whatever, Dean. Just now tell me how you ended up at the first Supernatural Convention.” Dean had a huge grin forming on his lips while Sam stopped laughing and a “Don’t you dare” look in his eyes. Which made Dean smile even more. “It was around three years before we met you. We received a SOS message from Chuck, but apparently, Sam’s girlfriend just wanted to see him.” If looks could kill, Dean would have been killed by Sam.“Sam’s girlfriend?” I asked. “She’s not my girlfriend! Listen,  Becky is a huge fangirl…’ “So, her name is Becky. Well,well, well” I interrupted him, making Dean chuckle. “Stop laughing! Alright. So she sent us a message, pretending to be Chuck and tricked us to participate at this stupid convention.Thankfully in a way, since this place was haunted we were able to save people there.” “With the help of a couple who were cosplaying us.", continued Dean. “Okay. So I have a question. This guy, the werewolf, obviously knows about you and will go to a Supernatural Convention. Is it me or everytime a convention takes place, a trap is directly set for you? Don’t tell me it doesn’t sound like a sketchy trap. Plus, everyone will have a costume. It’s evident that this guy will make a massacre without getting caught. What if  it was part of a plan  to let us live in the barn and he left us a bait to find him again?” I asked, anxious. Dean and Sam seemed deep in thinking. “Y/N has a point. But why? Do you really think this guy has more beef on us?” asked Dean. “Maybe, since we have enemies everywhere. But don’t forget that it could be even more dangerous for Y/N since she killed his son.” added Sam. I took on a deep breath. Wow, this was official, I really hated werewolves.”Okay. So we have a mastermind werewolf on hand and a convention about your life.The next week is going to be interesting to say the least.” Dean took my shoulders in an embrace and told me “It’s going to be okay. Don’t worry, we are here, sweetheart.” I felt warmth on my cheeks as his breath fanned on my skin. I hated being that silly when it happened, but I couldn’t help it.“Thank you.” I tried really hard to hide the blush that formed on my face and it earned me a look from Sam. He knew about my crush on his brother since the day I saved Dean from a vampire. And I knew he’ll never let me in peace ever since. “Well folks, prepare your stuff. We’re going.’ said Sam, clapping his hands together.

I went straight to my room and put my duffle bag on the bed. And I began to rummage through my drawers. While digging through my mess I felt something cold that entangled itself in my fingers. When I took my hand out of the  clothes I found my old heart-shaped silver locket that I thought was lost for so long. When I opened it, I felt tears in my eyes. It was the last picture I took with my best friend, my only ‘family’ left. I sat on the floor and tried to not cry. Then I heard someone opening my door. “Hey Y/N, I thought you would like… You okay?” It was Dean’s voice. I turned my head and saw him with a plate of waffles and a concerned look. “Yeah, I just found my locket and it brought so many memories that I thought were…” Dean crouched next to me and landed his free hand on my shoulder. “It’s okay. I’m sure Ethan was awesome. And that he was super proud when you helped us to kill that demon.” I could never forget that demon who possessed Mandy, our roommate.It killed Ethan right before my eyes and I couldn’t do a thing to help him. To this day, I didn’t know why it killed him and left me. Dean and Sam helped me a lot through the whole “Survivor’s guilt” thing. They were practically experts in that area. “Wanna some help putting the necklace on?” asked Dean, bringing me back to reality. “Sure, thanks.” I felt Dean gently taking my hair to the side and he took my necklace in hands to put it around my neck. “Done. So you want waffles or am I doomed to eat them by myself?” He asked, earning him a small smile from me. “ I take that as a yes.” He said and sat next to me. I always enjoyed this kind of moment with Dean. Just him and I, sharing whatever food the other brought and talking about whatever subject as if our life wasn’t a giant mess.

About an hour later, we were all packed,  ready to leave the bunker and to head straight to San Francisco. When Dean took place behind the wheel, he threw me a glance and started the engine. “Sam, Y/N, are you ready?” Sam and I nodded. “Okay. Let’s go.” He started one of his mixtapes and drove out of the garage. The drive was long since California is quite far away from Kansas.Dean and Sam kept bickering about the music again. I always was deep in my thoughts in those kinds of moments. “Let’s ask Y/N’s opinion about the next mixtape, then.” I jumped when I heard my name and made eye contact with Dean in the rearview mirror. “Y/N, what would you like to listen to? Some classic Rock or some crappy pop song that Sam likes?” Without a thought, I said “Classic Rock all the way.” Told you!” cheered Dean .“Damn right, I should have known.” said Sam in an exasperated tone. I blew him a raspberry and enjoyed the song.

Timeskip

When we finally reached San Francisco it was already dark outside. Sam was sound asleep and Dean and I kept a quiet conversation with music in the background.”I think I found a motel.” said Dean, while the sign of a crappy motel was visible not that far from us. When Dean parked the car, he awoke Sam. “Wake up drooling beauty” Sam opened one eye and hummed. “No I’m serious Sam, you drooled all over the seat. Get Up! We’re at a motel. I’ll go check us into a room and you’ll help Y/N with the bags.” Sam woke up completely and got out of the car. In no time, we were in our room. There were two beds. “Who do you share with, this time?”  asked Sam. “What about you guys sleeping together and I take a whole bed for myself?” I said. “In your dreams, princess. You already slept with Sam, you know that he is a kicker and that he snores a lot.” said Dean with a smile, knowing that it wasn’t even remotely true but it was funny. “Fine, I’ll share with Dean.” Dean gave me a wink. “Good call, leave the kicker alone. But the next time Dean has an ‘embarrassing’ dream, if you know what I mean, don’t even consider begging to come with me.” said Sam and Dean’s face changed. “Hey! I’m a gentleman, I never dared to have this kind of dream when I share the bed with Y/N.” And the bickering was on again. I took advantage of it to take a shower first.

We spent the following days searching whether there were werewolf attacks in the area but apparently the guy kept a low profile. Then the convention day finally arrived. I saw Dean taking a deep breath and Sam seemed ready to run away. I decided to speak ‘So, I saw that a certain Samlicker81 was the  organizer of this convention.” I couldn’t hold a little laugh at the pseudonym. As if the simple mention of the name summoned her, a little blond woman appeared out of nowhere and I saw that Sam was about to sprint away. “Hey, Sam! You came! I knew you could not stay away from me that long!” she said, literally clinging to him. “H...Hey Becky!” said Sam in a forced tone. Dean and I exchanged a look. So this is Becky… Interesting. “She is worse than Beetlejuice.” I whispered to Dean and he nodded. When she finally left Sam alone she turned to us. “Hey Dean. And you must be Y/N. I’m so sorry about your friend.” her expression shifted from sadness to complete joy. “ I’m so glad you guys decided to stop by!” I wasn’t listening anymore.How did she know me and about Ethan?  I got a bit away from the boys and that’s when I saw them. A group of girls dressed like me. Some had wigs and colored contact lenses and some with a replica of my necklace. They were all different and gorgeous. One of them noticed me. “Oh girl! I love your cosplay. You really got Y/N’s energy with that outfit! Guys! come here, look at her!” I didn’t even notice that even guys wore the same kind of outfit as me. I smiled at them and complimented them as well. When I found Dean and Sam I could not help but ask “How did that Becky girl know about me?” “I think Chuck didn’t hold his promise and kept writing. I'm gonna kill him!” said Dean. “As much as I agree with you, we’ll have an army of fans after us if you land as much as hand on him.” said Sam. “Guys, I think you’re forgetting why we’re here in the first place.” “Yeah, Y/N is right. Remember that he can be any tall guy around here and that he is probably in a disguise.Let’s split up.”

While I was on my own, I found other cosplayers and spoke a bit with them. If there wasn't any danger, I’m sure I would have enjoyed talking with them. They were really interesting people. I saw many people dressed as monsters we fought but I didn’t see any guy that could fit the profile of the werewolf. It was frustrating. Ifinally spotted Dean and Sam near the bar, the real ones. Sam was apparently enjoying a Bitch cocktail while Dean was drinking his Jerk cocktail. “Hey! Found anything?” Dean chugged his cocktail and said “Squat” “Yeah, white goose chase.” added Sam. “So you guys decided to head for the booze instead of keep looking?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “The only way to make this day a little bearable.” replied Dean with his gruff voice. I heard people trying to imitate his voice the whole day but no one can do it like him. He was about to order another one but I grabbed his sleeve. “Dean, please this is serious. This son of a bitch could be anywhere. People are in danger.” “Y/N is right, Dean.” Dean huffed and put his glass on the counter. “Okay, let’s go”

We came across many reenactments of fights and important moments we’ve been through. Those people seemed really invested in our adventures. I swore to myself to not let them get involved in such a situation unless it’s fictional. At some point, I saw a girl dressed with a blue dress covered in fake blood. She was crying on the floor while holding a brunette guy who seemed dead. And two guys went to her, guns in hand. “Who are you?” she said between fake sobs. “We’re the Winchester. What happened?” They were playing the moment I met Dean and Sam. I still remember how they barged in my flat, searching for ‘Mandy’, how I cried on Dean's shoulder, how I trapped the demon after playing the bait and how hard it was to organize Ethan’s funeral. I put a hand to my mouth, speechless. Sam noticed and took my shoulder to lead me somewhere else

We also passed by another group of girls dressed as me and caught a glimpse of what they were saying. “I can’t believe Y/N never confessed to Dean that she” My instinct kicked in. I dragged Dean away from the group. “Confess me what?” “That the last time I ate the last slice of pie and accused Sam” “That was you ?! I ignored Sam for an entire week” almost screamed Dean. I looked at Sam and he mouthed ‘Nice save.” As the day went on, we grew bored of looking. I let the guys take a break while I was taking drinks for us. “One Bitch, One Jerk and a SquirrelandMoose for me, please.” I carefully made my way to the guys when I bumped into a tall guy. “Oops, sorry.” I said “No problem.” replied the guy and with that I arrived and handed Dean and Sam their drinks.”Dear hunters, you are invited to join the conference room to welcome our special guest” a guy dressed as Bobby said. Everyone got up and headed to the said room. “If the werewolf is here, it’s the moment to be very careful.” said Dean, bringing his hand to the place where he usually hides his gun. “Keep both eyes open.”, he added.

I heard a bit of commotion behind me. “Wow, your costume is awesome dude!” “Yeah, so realistic. Where did you find such high quality fake fur?” I turn my head, in complete panic. It was a guy disguised with a less cheap werewolf costume than the others but he wasn’t that tall and I could see the label of the costume. I signed in relief. We were all confined in this room. When the famous Chuck appeared on the stage, everybody cheered except the Winchesters and I. “He could be here with us.” whispered Sam. Chuck answered many pointless questions, I was sure that he regretted ever writing this book series. The following hours were exhausting. A loud howl interrupted Chuck's monologue and everything went black in the room. Everyone cheered, probably thinking that it was a surprise animation. “Goddamn, here we go again.” said Dean. The generator supplied the room with a bit of light, enough to see a fully transformed werewolf charging us.

Part.3 soon

[the-s1lly-corner]

Eyeless Jack with fem S/O who is fan of Legend of Zelda series as S/O tries to get him be as BOTW Link as S/O as BOTW Zelda? 🦋

S/O trying to get EJ to cosplay BOTW with her!

obligatory ive never really touched a LoZ games or series outside of like. the ben drowned crp but i doubt that counts since its a fan made story !! so this is mostly going to be like, vague stuff since i have next to no clue of the games' contents so this'll be heavy on the dressing up part! hope you enjoy!

he probably gets into gaming on handheld consoles during his college years, and carries that into his life living in the woods as a hermit (dont ask how he charges his stuff in a run down cabin we can just assume he has a generator or something)

he likes those therapeutic chill games! think ACNH, helps him keep his feelings and stress in check since that can effect his funky curse thing that made him. eyeless jack. do not let this man play slime rancher you will not see or hear from him for a week

anyways

so you introduce him to one of the legend of zelda games! he's into it, but he'd much rather watch you play or ramble on about the games and lore. he himself isn't much of a talker so he likes it when you fill the silence

at first he's against the idea when you first propose the cosplay, mostly because cosplay isnt really his thing, but also because where would the costumes come from?

if you insist on making it yourself he'll also be against it, he doesn't want you to make anything for him (and that's on him not knowing how to handle receiving gifts, but that's an entirely different thing for a different post)

but lets say, you get him to cave. hes going to insist on helping, this guy knows how to sew! he lives in the woods! he has to patch up his own clothes! plus he'll force you to step back if you prick your finger one too many times

both because "aww he doesnt want you hurting!" but also "fresh dripping blood around eyeless jack is dangerous because hes like a cracked out piranha"

when the costumes are done you guys just kinda

stand there and stare at each other and stare for a few minutes in the middle of the cabin

one of the rare times you see him without the mask since the thing was throwing off the rest of the costume

dont expect him to go out with you without something covering his face, though, you may have to rely on a hood or make a new mask that at least fits with the theme or vibe of the character. good luck trying to get jack to budge out past the door's threshold without it

stubborn prick

his ears are already pointed so you don't need to make ear prosthetics/j

good luck getting this guy to go to a con with you/j

OHOH NO because of course, spooky season, imagine convincing him to help you hand out candy at your place

or or or

you guys go out and about in your costumes showing off

sure he'll shuffle around awkwardly behind you, since he's not really. good with eyes on him...

or eyes in him/j

im sorry that was really mean spirited and uncalled for it will happen again

overall? he enjoys the time spent with you from you info dumping on him to just simply walking with him around town!

will he go out and walk with you again? probably not, at least not on nights where everyone is out and not when he's wearing this costume of an iconic character that's bound to catch some attention

7/10 experience, docked some points since you can feel the tension radiating off of him once you get him out of his cabin

don't bring it up but he keeps the costume in pristine condition when he isn't wearing it, and keeps it nearly folded and stored somewhere where it's not likely to get a bloodsplatter on it from one of his feeding nights

bonus hc but its steering a little off topic imagine walking in on him furiously scrubbing on the costumes tunic(?) because he got one (1) drop of blood on it. like he's hunched over on the floor over it trying to get the stain out, muttering n cursing under his breath

idk that's just goofy to me

anyways

peace

[suna-reversed]

Icarus’ Irony ☀️

Toji Fushiguro x Fem! Reader

alternative title: “but I crumble completely when you cry”

2k+ words

Minors DNI‼️

A/N: if you haven’t already seen this cosplay, go get some Toji brainrot

Warnings/Tags: mentions of violence, manhandling, dacryphilia, mild dub-con, fingering, mating press, cum play, breeding kink, size difference, cheating, smoking/alcohol, shotgunning, degradation, slight praise, angstt, hurt/comfort

“Do you know of how Icarus fell?”

His question snapped you out of your post orgasm daze. You looked up at him from where your head rested on his bare chest, thighs straddling his lap, quivering a little as you pulled away to look at his face in the moonlight.

“He flew too close to the sun?”

Toji looked deep in thought as you answered, nodding his head slightly,

“Ah yes, he did…”

You almost purred as his warm hand slid up your thigh, kneading the sore-marked flesh,

“ ...but that wasn’t what what damned him”

He paused again, dangling the lit cigarette held in between the index and middle finger of his other hand, the same fingers that were buried deep inside of you not too long ago,

“...his ruination came with his desire. The closer he got, the more he craved. His delusion didn’t even let him feel the searing heat that burned through his flesh. He was too lost in thought of the eternal glory he believed he’d found.”

Toji adjusted his gaze to meet your eyes, the acrid scent of smoke hitting you as he leaned forward. His actions seemed slowed and you found it hard to differentiate the golden aura around his silhouette from his actual self. Has he always been so ethereal? 

“Do you think he smiled?” 

“Huh?” you mumbled out drowsily, your head falling back on his chest, breathing in his intoxicating scent. night-chilled mist and cedar. His hoarse chuckle sent shivers down your spine. 

“I asked, do you think he smiled...knowing he was the only one to ever get that close to the sun, even if it destroyed him in the end?”

You heard Toji take a puff out of his cigarette and your breath hitched as a hand came to your jaw, tilting your head up as he exhaled out the smoke in between your parted lips.

How had he stayed this long tonight? Usually, you’d be cleaning yourself up by this time, no trace left of the man who had been whispering sultry words into your ear while pounding into you from behind moments ago. He was never this talkative afterwards either. 

“Why are you asking me this?”

He leaned back, turning his head away from you. The slightest of change could be sensed in his posture as you hesitantly brought your fingers up to trace the scar next to his lips. He’d grabbed onto your wrist halfway before it could reach his mouth everytime that you had tried it before, growling a low “wanna try that again?”, that usually led to you being stuffed full of him once more. Perhaps he was too high to care tonight?

“Why am I asking you this?” A dry laugh left his throat as he finally looked back at you, still making no attempts to pull your hand away from his face. 

“because I think you’re flying dangerously close; whether for warmth, for lust, for love; whatever it is, I have a feeling you’ll go down smiling even when the light sets you aflame.”

You were too lost in his eyes, your mind clouded by the feel of his unclothed skin against yours. How did he get the scar? Had he ever told you? Did she know about it? A burning sensation formed in the pit of your chest as your eyes slid to the gold band kept neatly on the nightstand. He removes it every single time; right before he sinks to his knees with a moan, saying his prayers in between your thighs as your heels dig into his spine. 

You couldn't register his words anymore. It all sounded like incoherent gibberish, perhaps that's what it all was. Perhaps, that’s all everything he’s ever said was. 

“I only stay with her because of my son” 

“I’ll get a divorce soon enough” 

“She wont let me live in peace if she finds out-”

All gibberish. Garbage. Empty promises. Lies. Words that held no meaning.  

His lips were still moving, but all you could hear was the loud ringing in your ears. Suddenly, the sensation of his flesh against yours felt like too much. You couldn't breathe as bile rose up to the back of your throat. You pulled your head away from his chest, but the warmth wouldn’t leave you, the wet feeling on your cheeks worsening the burning of your skin. 

Why was he still speaking? Could he not see that you were dying?

Shut up, shut up, shut up-

You found your lips moving out of their own accord 

“Leave-leave me alone I hate you”

The sob that ripped from your throat made you feel like you had just been pushed off from a skyscraper, feeling the end nearing, but it never quite seemed to come. 

Your incoherent pleas of being left alone continued as you felt muscular arms wrap around your figure; your sobs getting louder as you felt yourself being picked up, and then laid down on the plush mattress that still held the remnants of your previous feat with the man above you. 

You didn't realise you had been thrashing until a hand grabbed onto your wrists, bringing them together as Toji used his weight to pin your struggling body down, his other arm coming around to pull you into his chest, effectively muffling out your screams. 

Your sobs took a while to die out; leaving your eyes burning, throat dry, and the throbbing pain in your head worsening by the second as you continued to stare at the chipped ceiling past his shoulder. The same ceiling you had stared up at as he had ruthlessly rutted into your cunt, calling you “his obedient little slut”- “his cumdump”. 

That’s what you’ll always be, isn't it? 

You felt the grip around your body loosen, the weight lifting off of you slightly as your eyes came in level with his face. He held an unreadable expression like always. A bitter laugh escaped your throat as you looked back on all the times you had dreamed of the scar next to his lip twitching up, only for you. 

“Stop it.” His voice was smooth, your body instinctively reacting to his command. You hated it. But you still did have control over your words, 

“Fuck off” 

You saw his eyes darken, his hand moving up to grab your jaw harshly, 

“What was that?”

Smack!

Your palm burned as it landed, the skin of his cheek already tinting a deeper shade of crimson. 

Heavy silence hung in the room.

You gasped in shock as you felt a pair of lips crash down onto yours, Toji’s tongue making its way into your mouth as you groaned. You contemplated biting his tongue, but the rational part of your brain seemed to be dulling out more and more the longer that his tongue remained clashing with yours, his hands moving up your abdomen to grope your chest, pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples. 

You shut your legs together as his hand tried to slither in between, but your efforts were to no avail as he grabbed onto your thigh, holding it away, not even wasting a second to dip his fingers into your heat. You felt your face heat up at the wetness he found there. Toji moved back to sit on his knees, thumb circling your clit as you tried not to let out any more sounds of pleasure. 

“You hate me huh? Then what’s this?” His fingers pumped in faster inside of you making you arch your back, a cry of shame leaving your mouth. 

Toji grabbed onto your thighs to push them up to your chest, throwing your legs over his shoulders and biting at the tender skin he found. A loud moan left you as you felt him line up with your entrance, the tip already making you feel the stretch of his huge girth. 

You opened your eyes, only to be met with the same chipped ceiling once again. Tears welled up in your eyes, making your vision blurry as you felt a sob bubbling in your chest, pitying your own resolve for breaking so soon. 

But then you felt something rub against your cheek. A calloused thumb brushing away the tears as a forehead came down to press against yours, and you found your orbs locked onto the malicious ones of the man you had wrecked your sanity for. 

“You are…” he sighs out, and you grunt as he slides deeper into you, “...the only thought that plagues my mind.”

His lips meld with yours once more as he finishes his sentence, both of your moans being muffled against each other’s mouth. 

“...all-the-damn-fucking-time” he thrusts into you in between words. It's the closest he’s come to being gentle as his strokes, though slow, still hit deep inside of your dripping cunt. His hips jut into you more intensely as you bite his lip, hands moving up to entangle themselves into his dark locks.

You were crying and moaning and screaming all at the same time as his cock hit all the right spots, the pain of his huge member still being evident even after it had fucked out your pussy countless times. But it was drowned out by the pleasure as his fingers found your clit once more, hastily rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves as he picked up his pace. You found your face contorting in pleasure soon enough, hips bucking up to meet his thrusts as you felt your climax coming. 

“C���mon, go ahead, cream all around my cock like the good girl you are.” He grunted, voice deep and dripping in honey.

The coil in the pit of your stomach snapped as his tongue licked its way up from your neck to your jaw. Toji continued fucking into you as you rode out your orgasm, your body spasming from the overstimulation as you felt your insides being filled with thick spurts of cum. Toji groaned, pulling back to look at the sight of your cum-filled cunt, collecting the slickness that had dripped out of your hole with his thumb, only to push it back inside.

You were too tired to move a muscle, too tired to cry or curse him as he got up, walking out the bedroom door. The hollow feeling once again flooded your chest as you shut your eyes, hoping to wake up from this endless nightmare. 

Your body jerked awake as you felt something cool slide against your thigh. You snapped your eyes open, lifting your head, only to find the man you had just cussed out a thousand different ways sitting on the edge of the bed, a wet cloth in his hand. You were too stunned to say anything, staring at him as he inched forward, continuing his task of cleaning up the mess. 

You let your head fall back against the mattress, sighing as the conflicting thoughts in your mind continued to race on. You found yourself being lifted, a blanket being put over you before your head was pulled into a warm chest, arms wrapping around you as a hand cradled the back of your head. Your thoughts all disappeared away, the familiarity of his body becoming almost cozy as sleep took over your senses. You thought you heard him mutter something, but then again, you might as well have dreamt it.

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Toji found his hand lingering over the door handle as he glanced at your slumbering figure. Sighing, he walked back over to cover you with the blanket that you had kicked off. 

He found his own mind flooded with conflicting feelings as he walked out of your building. He had never stayed the night before. Moreover, he was trying to find a justification for the three cursed words he had muttered last night.

He decided to blame it on the nicotine that was clogging his system. Even though he had felt his high clearing as soon as he had seen you sobbing and moving away from him, your face filled with disgust. He never wanted to see you feel that way about him again. 

He looked down at the golden band clutched tightly in his palm. The metal was starting to rust. He was surprised your curious little mind didn’t notice, didn't ask him why - because real gold didn’t rust. He found his mind flashing back to the first time you had asked him,

“Are you...seeing someone?” 

He hadn’t known you for too long then, but the tug in his chest each time you were around made him want to disappear out of existence. 

You made him want to lose all restraint, and what would the man be if he lost his sense of identity, the only armour he harboured; his rigid demeanour. 

The lie had rolled off his tongue easily enough, switching over the band on his index finger to his ring finger under the table. Lifting it up for you to see, he had felt his heart clench at the flicker of sadness in your eyes. But that seemed to work as even more proof for why he had to draw a boundary around himself.

You burned like a thousand fires, your brightness blinding, your warmth creeping up to thaw the ice around his heart.

It terrified him.

How he always ended up coming back for more, how he ended up breaking a little more each time his name slipped past your sweet lips, how he’d vowed to destroy anything that dared cause you agony. Even if it meant destroying himself. 

Toji Fushiguro finally knew the answer to his question. 

He too, would go down with a smile if it was you lighting the match to his pyre, if it was you ripping the wings off his back.

After all you were the only light in his life, his precious sun.

How does it matter if he burns himself out trying to get closer to you?

© suna-reversed — all rights reserved. please refrain from modifying, translating, reposting of any kind. plagiarism will NOT be tolerated.

[leviasu]

levi and satan with a fem s/o who is kinda obsessed with sanrio or just cute things in general, and also she keep chanting "ruru" or "toaruru" the whole day out of boredom ｡◕‿◕｡

I have a few works up ahead but I couldn't stop myself once I saw that you requested SANRIO...(/pos) I love sanrio so much ahhhhh you don't understand.. (note at the end of post) n also I got carried away with Levi’s part, so sorry 😭

Sanrio Lover S/O (+ cute things/Fem!MC)

Leviathan

“Toaruru...” “Ruuuuruuuu..” “toaru..” -

Gaahhhh what were you doing to Him?! First you were wearing your cute (favourite character here) hoodie! and now you're making cute little sounds that Levi can't handle because of how cute it is?!?! Would it be rude to ask you what is you're chanting? Even worse, would it make you stop?! I don't think Leviachan’s MC meter can take it anymore ..

Okay, okay... In all seriousness, Levi finds it cute, really cute. especially when He heard it for the first time... He firstly thought you were just chanting the Subtitles of what you're currently watching or playing out loud, until it had hit Him that it was only out of plain boredom or you might’ve explained it to Him instead.

Don't get me wrong, He genuinely finds it cute but it could be a little distracting when He's playing games. But since now He knows that you're doing it out of boredom He gets you a spare controller, indicating He wants you to Join Him with His game! Or He might give you manga instead, but in all honesty He'd choose the game. Your intimacy level with eachother in the game needs a few more levels until you both unlock marriage anyway.

Or if it's a single player/online game, Even though this’ll make it hard to concentrate- He wants to hold you. So... Inorder to do so, He'll catch your attention firstly by making a few small clicks and “pssst”s. if His attempts work, He'll gesture you to sit on His lap while you watch Him play games. (He won't deny that He'll be red as a tomato when you sit on His lap. and will even get more redder when you stare at him to the point where it'll even rival the colour red itself. So... Keep your eyes locked on the screen for His sake of not overheating...)

He'll also love hearing you ramble about your interests and love with cute things! Levi would often ramble aswell about His interests, and He doesn't mind when you do it aswell, Infact, He loves hearing all about it!

He'll often see you scrolling through your DDD looking at cute and sanrio themed items while doing so, He couldn't help but see that you couldn't help but see a cute product on sale on Akuzon, making you slightly frown due to the price but later on kept scrolling.

You then proceeded to get an Akuzon package on your bed, seeing the same product that was decorated in your phone screen.

Since Levi is a huge Akuzon connoisseur, He'll often buy you Cutesy/sanrio figures, accessories, treats even going as Far as getting you a Hoodie of your favourite character everytime He's on the Site. Even if Lucifer scolds Him sometimes due to the sudden rise in Akuzon Boxes in the House of Lamentation. your happy face makes up for it, It fuels Him even more to do so! (he'll tone it down if you tell Him too, but He'll still sneak in a Teacup-themed choco box...)

But, Let's not forget His talent for sewing too, He puts it to good use as He sews you little plushes of anything cute and your favourite characters, clothes... His favourite thing was sewing you both a pair of Matching Lolita and Ouji style-outfits of His and Yours’ favourite colour combined. His Devilgram icon changed along with yours, matching with the cosplay that you both did together.

Image just in case you don't know the concept of Lolita / Ouji style.

But overall, He loves you so much !

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~➢

Satan

Another day in the house of Lamentation, pure peace and quiet. Something that Satan thought vanished long ago, and Now... What’s better than living life, pure bliss reading one of His Favourite Novels while a cat is resting on His head, and being in the same room with His Cute Significant O-

“Ruruuuu.....”

What the

He's in shock, the cat is in shock. The woman on the front cover of the Novel is shocked

Okay, enough fussing around. But Satan wouldn't deny He got caught Off-guard at the Sudden noise that you made, He couldn't keep it to Himself and asked you, after a couple seconds of brief context. He offers to let you lay next to Him while He reads the book aloud, or.. you both could dress up the Cat laying in between you both?

Satan would find your traits and interests a Charming thing about you, He absolutely adores seeing you show Him cute decor or items of your liking! He especially liked it when you showed Him Sanrio, His favourite characters are the Cat ones obviously, but In all favour... he adores choco-cat alot.

He would argue with people that say books are boring, but you're an exception. If you're bored and continue chanting the same words that Satan is familiar with, He'd try to give you a book, or an E-book of your liking! But... If he has free time, you both are gonna explore His Go-to spots to have Fun, and most importantly... For you to know more about Him!

Also did I mention Satan absolutely love the way you put on cute little accessories when going out? You just look so cute...!!! You both were once at a Cat-Cafe for a date and to soothe your Boredom. Yet He suprisingly didn't pay attention to the cats. Instead He paid all His attention towards you instead.

He'd buy you both matching cat ears, no buts! You guys will be wearing them together, while aiding the Cat Satan snuck into the House of Lamentation. You're now officially a mom of a cute cat, and you're now the wife of the adoptive -father of the cat.

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GODDDD I am in a Extra good mood today. I had so much fun writing this... Especially because I love Sanrio and Levi and Satan, Alot. But then i’m quite sorry if this doesn't match... Some few parts of the Request(?) or overall just missing a few things. I really just free-styled(???) this without thinking much since I was having too much fun. 😭 (But I'll try to add a few more things when I'm gonna edit posts. <3 )

[moderndayshinigami]

Here's chapter 2

So. All Might," She smiled over the top of her coffee cup. They were perched atop a building, watching the traffic below them. He glanced over, taking a sip as she collected her thoughts.

"Hhmm. I'm trying to think of things I can ask you that I can't just google... Umm... Favorite color?"

"Yellow. You?" He smiled.

"Mm, blue. How does your hair stay up like that?" She queried

"I lather rinse and repeat every time," he joked. She punched him in the shoulder.

"Why are you such a freeaboo?"

"A what?"

"What's with the American antics?"

He took another sip of tea and shrugged, "i grew up with a American hero movies. Thought it would be great."

"And?" She prompted.

"And?" He asked.

"Is it great? Being a hero?"

"...The best," he beamed. They sat in silence for a few moments, enjoying the sunshine and street noise. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and plugged in headphones.

"Am I being boring? Is she gonna leave? Oh shit, I blew it." All Might thought, panicking.

"Here," she offered a tiny earbud to him, scooting closer. All Might blinked and accepted it, confused.

"I love music, can't go a day without it," she sighed, scrolling through miles of playlists. She found one she liked and hit play, an unfamiliar American song played gently in the background as they returned to people watching. It added a touch of romance to the scene, All Might thought, leaning closer. She smiled and kicked her feet as they dangled over the edge.

"I used to be afraid of heights," she said suddenly, peaking down between her feet, "well, of falling from those heights, I guess."

All Might looked down too, all he saw were people and cars, nothing to be afraid of. He did spot a purse snatcher though. He gently handed her the earbud, "I'll be right back, don't move," he said, settling his drink next to her. He dropped to the street and apprehended the hooligan with little effort. Handing him off to an officer on the next block, he jogged back to their perch. He looked up. Her feet bounced in a rhythm while she listened to her music and sipped her drink. He jumped up to retake his place. She handed him his drink and shuffled closer than before, so he leaned back on his hand, casually placed just behind her far side. She offered him the earbud again and he accepted.

"Shit," she spat a few moments later, jerking out of the calm they had created, "what time is it?"

"Umm, 3:30?" All Might asked, checking his phone. She stood, earbud falling from his ear as she gathered them both together.

"I gotta go. I'm supposed to do this panel for new creators. Um. Hang on, here" she offered him her phone, "put your number in, we can chat." He hesitated.

"I'm not supposed to give out my number... Fans and all that..." He mumbled, smile fading. She looked away and replaced her phone in her pocket.

"Oh. Sorry. Misread... The... Um situation," she cleared her throat, "anyway. I guess then I'll see you later. Some time. You can look up my channel, Valkyrie Cosplays. I usually read the comments so... Maybe we can... Yeah. Anyway. It was really nice to meet you, All Might," she babbled, shaking his hand before turning and running for the far edge of the building, leaping out into the air. A few seconds later, All Might saw her rise far above the buildings and shoot off into the distance.

"Good going, Toshinori. Can't give out your number? What an idiot," he mentally kicked himself for blowing it, "the first girl you talk to in months and you blow her off because of some silly rule." He shook his head and lept of toward the agency to file his reports for the day. He thought about music the rest of the night.

The next morning All Might turned on the radio during his morning workout. The trainer gave him a look, but said nothing as All Might added weights to the bar.

"Goooood mooorning, ladies and gents! I'm your morning host, Present Mic. And heeree we go, kicking off another ten songs in a row to get you through that early morning commute. But first, let's take a caller! Hey, you're on with the Mic! What's your name?"

"Hey. Can I request a song? Can we do this again by NightOwl? Going out to a certain big hero I worked with yesterday. If he's listening, I left you something where we had coffee. Thanks!" The caller said, hanging up.

"Well, looks like some hero's got a secret admirer! Good luck to him and to you, caller! Hey hero! Don't let that one get away! Here's Can we do this again by Night Owl kicking off our ten in a row and maybe somebody's love story," Mic said as the music began. All Might smiled as he lifted to the bouncy pop song. Maybe he hadn't completely blown it yesterday. He'd just have to go find out.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Ok, if he doesn't show up by 9, he didn't hear it and isn't coming," Valkyrie whispered to herself from her perch across the street. She was watching the building they had sat on the day previous hoping to catch a glimpse of the big blonde hero again. She had called the local radio station at 6, hoping to catch him working out.

"A guy like that had to workout, right?" She scowled. "Maybe not; maybe his quirk was just that good."

She sat on the roof, back against an air conditioning unit, waiting, headphones in her ears. At five to nine, she stood, dusting herself off, frowning.

"Damn. Guess he didn't hear it," she grumbled, stretching her arms above her head and packing away her music, "should I take it with me?.... No, just in case." She thought, turning back briefly.

She turned away, taking off from the to roof with a great flap of her wings. All Might watched her soar out of sight and smiled. He stood from his own hiding place down the block and lept over to their spot. He found a flash drive sitting on the wall, "For AM" written on the edge.

He flipped it over, finding a phone number written on it. He smiled, tucking the drive carefully into a pocket.

When he returned home that night he grabbed his laptop and crashed on his couch. He skimmed his official message boards and agency email before turning to yo_tube finding his new favorite channel.

" Hey, Feathered Friends! I'm still here in beautiful Tokyo for the Tokyo Blast fundraiser! I met sooo many cool creators here! Lots of new cosplay ideas too, so new videos should be rolling out when I get back home. I also met someone my Japanese fans probably know, All Might!" She held up a tabloid magazine featuring a photo of the two.

"He was super cool and awesomely nice! Maybe I'll do a fem-cosplay for next year's Blast. It would be awesome to represent such a cool hero. Leave your thoughts in the comments! Any other heros to meet or cosplay?" She looked at the magazine. "I have no idea what this says. Someone translate for me? Thanks so much! Here is the video of the Create and Craft for Noobs panel I was on today! Lots of great tips for beginners! Also, today's tweet along song, Can we do this again by NightOwl, check it out in the description below. I hope a certain hero is watching. He should totally message me on my social media. Byebye! Catch you on the fly!" She winked and gave a peace sign again before the video went to her panel video. He backed up and paused on her face, studying it. He pulled out the little flash drive looking it over again before plugging into his computer. He navigated into the drive's contents, finding a group of mp3s and a video file. He clicked the video.

"Um... Hey! I guess my plan worked, you found the flash drive! I couldn't stop thinking about you, so," she cleared her throat, looking away and blushing, "I made you a playlist." She was sitting in a hotel room, cross legged on the bed, dressed in shorts and a tank top, hair a little messy, like she had been asleep just before. He studied her face as she gathered her thoughts before speaking again, still looking away from the camera.

"All Might? It would be.... Um... Do you think we could.... I want to see you again. Maybe we could take some time to... I dunno, see the sights? Maybe just get another coffee and chat? You're easy to talk to. It's been awhile since I felt like I had someone to talk to like that..." She looked at the lens, giving a small smile. He felt a small flutter in his chest as she ran a hand over her hair, swinging her legs off the bed to take the camera over to the window of her room. She turned the lens to view the Tokyo sky line, just as the sun began to rise. He had watched that same sunrise on his morning run.

"It really is beautiful here. This city is amazing. I wish I could see more of it," she sighed off camera, her profile barely visible in the reflection on the window.

"I... Sorry, I'm rambling. Anyway, there is my cell phone number, so text me. If you want. I'll be here... waiting. I hope to hear from you. Um, bye? I guess for now." She turned the camera back toward her face, smiling before the video cut off. He replayed the video again, watching her closely. She seemed... Sad? No... Lonely. That was it. He played through a couple of songs. He recognized the one they'd listened to the day before, and the song from the radio, and a few more popular songs from the States. He pulled out his phone as he listened, pulling up the contact he had made for her earlier in the day. He opened his messaging app, pausing to think of something to write.

It's fine now, why? Because I am texting you!

He hit send before he could rethink the message. He stared at the phone, waiting. Nothing happened. He pulled out the flash drive and checked the number again. It was correct. He refreshed his messaging app. Still nothing. He laid his phone down on his leg and went back to yo_tube.

"Hey, feathered friends! Tokyo Blast is drawing to a close! Just one more day! I almost don't want to come home, I love this city! The food is soooo amazing, and you all know how I feel about seafood"

She made a sour face and laughed. "I might have to extend my trip by a day or two to see some sights! Would you guys mind too terribly? I promise lots of pictures and cool videos? If this video gets 10000 likes, I'll even eat one of those live octopuses" she shuddered and made another face.

He clicked the like button while she continued on

"So, I got someone to translate the magazine headlines for me. Apparently, All Might and I are secretly dating. To be honest with you guys, I would not mind that," she winked, "you know my type."

A few images of her pointing at muscular blonde men photoshopped onto the screen flashed by, obviously cropped from previous videos.

"But unfortunately, we are not an item. Even if it would be great, I have to come home to you all and make more videos! If we were dating, what would All Might and my ship name be? Anyway, my plan is to take a couple extra days after Tokyo Blast finishes up to sightsee and then I'll be flying home, so videos should be going up in a week or so with new props as well as a gift opening vid when everything ships home. I'll also live stream a couple sights as well as the octopus if you guys are feeling mean! Leave your thoughts in the comments! Here is a quick video of some of the awesome people I met today! Today's tweet along song is Zero to Hero from Hercules. Check it out in the description below. Byebye! Catch you on the fly!" She said, with the wink and peace sign. He sat back as her video from the convention played. He had seen the magazines during the day, but no press had bothered him about it. He scrolled down to the comments.

Take all the time you need! We love you!

Show us ur b00bz

Winged Victory!

Val Might

Eat the octopus, valkyrie! >:}

Vallmight

Wingd vic0ry

God leave All Might out of this your just lookign for subs

You 2 wuld b so cut 2gether! Val Might 4eva

He snorted at a couple, frowning at the more rude comments. All Might shifted checking his phone again. Still no response. Maybe he should just text her again with a 'hey, it's me'?

His phone buzzed with an incoming text. His hands spasmed and he flung it onto the chair across from the couch. He took a deep breath, gathering his wits before setting his laptop aside and grabbing his phone. He unlocked the screen.

Hey, AM! U up for a nite out? New club opening 2nite downtown

~Mic

He sighed harshly. It wasn't even her. He left the message unanswered and went back to his laptop. He clicked through her page, looking for popular uploads. He watched a couple of videos before he worked up the courage to search the name he wanted. He pulled up a new tab, typing in "Val Might" to the search bar. Several links popped up. Mostly news shots of them together after the robbery. There was one still frame of them sitting together on top of the building. They were dangerously close together, closer than he had remembered. He felt the flutter in his chest again. He went to images, most were the news shots, the dangerous picture featured prominently too. What he didn't expect was the fan art. The fan art made him blush. He closed the tab and went back to his fan site message boards, answering a couple questions and listening to his new playlist.

"Maybe she can make me a workout playlist," he mused out loud, bobbing his head to the rhythm. He closed his laptop, standing and stretching. He changed into workout clothes and went for his nightly run. He returned and showered, trying not to think of her sleep shorts and tank top as he did. Failing that, he cranked the water to cold half way through the shower. He toweled off, falling into bed with his phone, scrolling through her videos again. He found her liked videos, most of them being music. The most recent liked video was an old video, the face in the thumbnail all too familiar. He clicked it

I can't believe it! It's only been 10 minutes! He's already saved 100 people!

HAHAHA!

There he is!

It's fine now! Why? Because I am here!

He rolled on his side, stopping the video and staring into space. She went searching for him online the same way he had been. She found THAT video too. Why that one? He started to doze off, thinking about saving her from some faceless evil. The way she would look at him as he swept her up in his arms and kissed her. Her arms wrapping around his neck. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed her against the wall and he--

Jerked himself awake from the dream, taking a deep inhale and releasing a shaky exhale. He looked at the time on his phone, 1 am. He also had a message.

[yurio-plisetksy]

First dates and: Negasonic Teenage Warhead (Ellie) x Fem!Reader

Summary: For the first time ever you decide to sign up for a local speed dating program, unbeknownst it was for mutants only. Luckily you are alowed to join, and maybe that ends up being the best thing that happened to you so far.

Warnings: None.

For the beautiful @glitter-cat-cosplay, sorry for the wait! :)

You knew it was lame to actually sign up for something like this. It had been a coincidence already that you had read the newspaper, but for some reason there had been a certain interest towards an article surrounded by an excessive amount of hearts. You had scanned your eyes over the pink square that was informing you about some kind of speed dating thing that was happening in a nearby coffee shop. Before you knew it you had actually filled in the form and send it to the coffee shop’s owner without even thinking of the consequences.

You remembered the barista asking about your powers, to which you gave him a confused look. Turning to the old man with the toothy smile, you wondered if he was the one who initiated the idea. He repeated his question, this time explaining that the dating thing was supposed to be for mutants… you apologized with embarrassment on your cheeks and told him you had no powers whatsoever. The man laughed.

“It’s fine, you can join. I didn’t even think anybody would show up.” He said while placing a cappuccino in front of you, the layer of foam rich and decorated with a small heart of cocoa powder.

“To be honest, it’s unlike me to sign up for things like these, but I seemed to sense something about this article or something… maybe it was because of how cheesy it was.”

The man laughed again, introduced himself as Stan and explained they made the article because of his wife.

“She past away a few years ago, I started this because my wife and I met in a coffee shop back in our hometown. I figured this was a nice way to reminisce those times…” He said while cleaning a cup with a white cloth. You smiled and told him that was the perfect way to do so.

After that he told you to take a seat at one of the tables. More people had been coming into the coffee shop, and while they all gave Stan information about their powers, there were actually several others who had no powers as well.

You couldn’t say you were nervous, but there was definitely a small tremble in your fingers as you lifted your cup. The speed dating round were just about to start when a certain someone came in at the last minute.

Her shaved head looked as badass as her whole appearance. From her black combat boots to the halter top she wore, everything seemed to fit like a puzzle. Ripped skinny jeans and a very worn leather jacket. She walked passed your table, and your eyes couldn’t help but follow her. The nape of her neck was shaved with a criss cross pattern and for some reason it made you smile.

Then you were joined by a gentleman with piercing green eyes. As polite as you were you offered him a smile, and before you even got the chance to ask him something, he was rambling about himself as a record player on repeat.

After 10 minutes of continuous nodding and very boring chit chat, the next person was at your table, and you greeted her with a somewhat exhausted smile.

“Was he that bad?”

“I think this is the first time I’m actually able to say something.”

She laughed at your joke, and you figured she couldn’t be bad after all.

But you were so wrong. “How could you think that? What is wrong with you?” She exclaims with such drama you instinctively roll your eyes at her. Luckily the buzzer goes off and you were yet again saved from another bad date.

A sigh fell from your lips, and you quickly took a sip of your now cold cappuccino. The foam lathered on your upper lip and with awkward skill you managed to lick it off.

“I guess you’re next.” Someone spoke, an as you looked up from your cup you almost choked in your sip of coffee.

There she was in all her glory. Eyeliner sharp and lips dark, framing a stoic look that could only be described as intimidating. She eyed you up and down before taking a seat a little less reluctant than you would have expected.

“Y-Yes, I am!” You exclaimed, and quickly wiped the foam from your mouth. Offering her your hand, she shook it and leaned back in her seat.

“I’m __, it’s nice to meet you… uh…” You tilt your head as a silent question. The girl nods and finishes your question.

“It’s Ellie…”

Another smile from your side, and you place your chin in the palm of your hand.

“Ellie, it suits you.” For the first time since you sat with her a small grin tugs at her features. It’s almost angelic and you find yourself swooning at the sight of it.

“So how did you end up here?”

The round was supposed to last 10 minutes. Those minutes turned into hours, and currently you find yourself at the bar of the coffeeshop, heavily discussing the plot of one of your favorite books. Ellie snorts at your conclusion, an stirs her drink with her straw.

“I mean, there should always be a certain balance, even in relationships as such… I feel like it’s missing something.”

“I agree that there’s something missing, but to create an ending like that only makes it more interesting!” You beam under the topic, and Ellie can’t help but chuckle at the excitement on your face. Literature was something she admired, but never could get into. Once you explained the plot of one of your favorite books, she seemed to recognise the story. Now as you rambled about the characters she felt her cheeks glow. You were an amazing person to be around, and there was a sudden urge to just grab your hand and hold it.

To your surprise, she actually did. Her fingers wrapped around your palm, and in the middle of your sentence you stopped to look at the gesture. Ellie hummed and squeezed your hand lightly, making you blush and cover your face with your other hand.

“Why did you stop? I wanted to hear more about that one guy.”

“You grabbed my hand.”

“Do you not like that?” She asked, a little concerned but a little forceful as well.

“No, I like it!”

*1 year later*

“Again? Seriously?”

You groan as Ellie stands in front of your bed, completely in costume and her now somewhat grown hair neatly styled. It sounded cool to have some kind of superhero girlfriend, but the amount of times she needed to leave was ridiculous. It felt like you saw her on Tv more than in real life.

“No, I just came back.” She answered and started taking off her suit, before throwing it carelessly in the armchair. You raised an eyebrow at the gesture and offered a sarcastic chuckle.

“You’re gonna make me pick that up?” Ellie asks while plopping down next to you on the bed, immediately searching for your hand and grabbing it once it was found.

With a nod you lay back against your pillow, a sigh of relief dropping from your lips.

“Probably later… let’s just lay here for now.” You offered and smiled at her grateful look. She nestled under your arms and pulled the covers over the two of you, as if it was some invisible cloak that hid you from the world.  

It had been a year since you first met in that tiny coffeeshop, and currently you were in a happy, healthy relationship with Ellie. You had learned about her powers not much later after your first official date, and that was also the time when she started leaving at the most random times. It took you a while to get used to it, but you could do nothing but accept her for who she is and what she does for a living. And instead of complaining, supporting her and her cause was much more affective you figured.

“You do your hair when you go out?”  

“It adds to my super cool outfit.”  

Another laugh. You find yourself laughing a lot these days, and while you didn’t want to admit it was because of Ellie, it definitely was. Times like these were it was just the two of you sitting here and talking was one of your favorite things to do. You figured your girlfriend probably agrees, but she was never one to openly talk about such things.

“What time are you in class?” She asks, and the dawn of reality crashes upon your shoulders. Completely forgetting about your college life for a moment and reaching out towards your phone at your nightstand. Unlocking it with Ellie’s birthday as your password, you quickly checked your schedule only to discover you have class in 2 hours.

“It’s fine I have some time.” You tell her and offer her a look at your screen. She takes no time to fully inspect it. She roams her eyes over the screen and shrugs, before dropping her head back on the mattress. It’s silent after she does, and you find it less comfortable than usual. It makes you guess there’s something bothering her.

“Ellie…”

“Are we still up for our date after school?”

You nod in response, and accepts the way she ignores the mention of your name. If something was really bothering her, she would tell you once it became too suffocating for her to hold onto. That was just how she worked.

It had been a quite peaceful 1,5 hours of lounging around. You had read Ellie some books while she laid on your lap, before telling her you needed to get ready for school. There had been a small whine spilling from her lips, but nothing that caused your heart to ache once leaving her by herself.

College was as boring as ever, and just like every other day you imagined to have some kind of superpower and join Ellie on her journey to destroy all evil on earth… a bit cliché maybe, but with a teacher as Ms. Laing for English anything that distracted you from her boring lecture would help you get through the day.

Lunch was spend reading in the library, giving a hesitant look at the librarian as you plucked an apple from your back and bit into the fruit. She didn’t seem to mind and ignored your presence completely, leaving you to read on your own in peace.

Luckily classes finished a bit earlier than usual, and while you didn’t exactly skip out of class, there was definitely a bounce to your step as you headed for the exit. Ellie had been on your mind all day, and finally you could head towards the one coffeeshop that changed your life.

“Good afternoon, Stan.” You politely greeted the old man, who was busy brewing a hazelnut coffee. He turned to you and offered you a smile, corners of his mouth wrinkling at the gesture.

“Hello, darling. What can I get for you today?” He asks while shuffling towards the counter. You order the usual, and the man smiles, wondering why he even asks. He knows your girlfriend is less about coffee, and he offers some juice for her instead.

Taking both drinks towards one of the booths, you wait for Ellie to turn up. Aware of how lazy she often could be, she might be a few minutes late.

To your surprise she actually arrived 10 minutes early, and for some reason you felt like there was a reason she did. Sitting opposite you, she gratefully sipped on the glass of juice, and offers you a small smile that brightens your day.

“How was your day?” She asks, genuinely interested, and you almost feel bad that nothing exciting has happened. You tell her about that one presentation you needed to finish, and that your professor had been a real pain once more.

While you talk about your day, Ellie places her chin on the palm of her hand, distracted by the color of your eyes, she has a hard time following what you were saying in favor of staring at your features.

“...today?”

She snaps back to reality, and furrows her eyebrows. Apparently you had asked her something, but she was unaware you had finished your story.

“Sorry, I was distracted, again?”

You smile, and lean forward. “How was my Negasonic teenage warhead today?”

There is a roll of  her eyes as you mention her superhero name, and you chuckle at her reaction. She had decided upon the name before she met you, and felt embarrassed to tell you what it was.

“don’t call me that.”

“It’s cute!”

“Ugh…” She grimaces, and you laugh at her reaction. A name like such could really only be created by someone as edgy as her.

“I think it’s adorable, and it totally suits you.”

“You just like to embarrass me.”

“Maybe just a little.” Your heart skips a beat as she grins at your words. A toothy, bright smile with laughter erupting from her throat. These were one of the best laughs, were her eyes squeezed shut and giggles fell from her lips. Of course she had no shame showing her feelings towards you, but she rarely laughed as such, and you tried to memorize each time she did.

“Okay, but what would my superhero name be?” You ask with a wiggle of your eyebrows, to which she hums. Her pointer finger taps theatrically against her chin, and she crosses her leg under the table.

“I would choose something like Super doofus nerd. That suits you.” She offers. You give her an uncharming snort in reply, but laugh at the childish insult.

“Just because I like books I’m a nerd?”

“Nah, you’re just a nerd overall.” You shrug and agree, knowing your hobbies and interests could be considered geeky or nerdy. In the middle of your conversation Stan arrives at your booth and offers another round of drinks on the house, already placing a cup of coffee and a tea in front of the both of you. You both thank him, and he waves it off as he walks away with a coffee pot in hand.

“Also... “ Ellie starts, grabbing her backpack and starting to rummage through it. Curiosity seeps into your system, and your eyes try to peep whatever she’s pulling out of the bag. It takes her some time, but eventually she reveals a velvet black box. It’s almost as if she tries to propose to you, but as she opens the lid, a beautiful bracelet lays on the soft material.

There’s a little bead attached to it, engraved with both your initials.

With a gasp you reach for it, and immediately try to snap it around your wrist. The eagerness makes Ellie chuckle, and she helps you lock it, before you hold it up to the light to fully inspect it.

“This is by far the cheesiest thing you’ve ever done.” You retord with the brightest smile, removing every bit of sarcasm from your words.

“I know, I hate it, but i love you, that’s literally the only reason why I bought it.” She sips on her tea with such casualty you wonder if she even realises how much it means to you. To make sure, you place your hand over hers and squeeze it gently.

“Thank you… I really love it.”

She eyes the gesture, and a blush rises to her cheek. She huffs and hides the smiles tugging on her features. There was so much hidden appreciation for one another which had yet to be discovered, and you couldn’t wait on your relationship in the future. It really was as if a dream came true.

The edgy, badass, chick that you once met in a local coffeeshop, who had intimidated you at first and ended up as a cheesy dork who was unable to hide her blush from you. It was as if you had met your soulmate. Weird…

So as you stared at all her features, you thought about all the times you spent together. From your birthday party to her first time riding a rollercoaster, so much had happened in just 1 year.

You shrugged the weird feeling from your shoulders, and laughed at a story Ellie told you.

“I guess love at first sight does happen after all.”

[thisweekingundamwing]

Weekly Recap June 24 - July 1

It’s everyone’s favorite day of the week! The day of the week where you get all kinds of Gundam Wing content linked in one place!

Remember to show these amazing creators some love.

Also, I listed the links next to the title as well since some people were having trouble accessing them embedded links. 

Fanfiction:

Just as a quick side note, if there aren’t warnings listed below be sure to read the warnings listed on AO3 before reading!

@amberlyinviolet​

Knife in Hand  - https://archiveofourown.org/works/6068848 

When Duo learns there's a hit out on him, he turns to the only person in Chicago he believes capable of helping him. But will the cost of the Broker's help be too high? Pairing: 2x3. Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage, Implied Childhood Sexual Abuse, Consent Issues, Organized Crime, Assassination, child trafficking, Past Abuse, Federal Agents, Abuse of Power, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Gender Issues

@anaranesindanarie and @rhysgalentalcernunnos​ 

The Maxwell Twins: Shi and Duo - http://archiveofourown.org/works/11026149/chapters/25320114

They didn’t know anything about their parents or if they were even related, but they couldn’t deny the fact that they looked alike. Or the fact that they only had each other. Warning: NSFW, twincest, 2x2

@the-notorious-bhg and @morbidbirdy

Something About Us - https://archiveofourown.org/works/11333262

Five Years after Operation Meteor the fragile peace between Earth and the colonies is once again threatened when a beloved prominent political figure is assassinated. The former Gundam pilots come together again for a new mission, which forces unexplored feelings to arise between Heero and Trowa. 3x1. Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Slash, Post-Endless Waltz, Post-Canon, Action & Romance, Missions, Mobile Suits, Preventers (Gundam Wing)

Cedechan

Within the Nexus - https://archiveofourown.org/works/11362980

By the end of AC 197, Zechs has returned from Mars broken and alone. His world as he knew it has been destroyed and in his attempt to move on, he dives back into the world from which he though he'd escaped.Unexpectedly, he finds himself partnered with Wufei Chang and one of Doctor J's former wards and life starts to become normal again, despite the battle with his inner demons. But when tragedy strikes again, he must rely on their help to find the assassin, because he can't do it on his own. Warnings: Major Character Death, Zechs Merquise, Chang Wufei, Original Character, Angst, Action, Murder, Justice, Friendship.

@chronicwhimsy

Saudade (Chapter 1) - http://archiveofourown.org/works/11352189/chapters/25407183

Duo and Trowa travel through Europe with the circus during the summer after the Barton uprising. Mentions of underage sex and drinking, unhealthy coping mechanisms. Pairings:  3x4, 2+3 bromance.

Co-Star

Desire told in colors - https://archiveofourown.org/works/11227302 

"There were kisses printed all over his shirt, some playfully smeared, some carefully stamped, some surpassing touching his collarbone, too many for not being remembered. With a swift movement, he pulled off the shirt and found a message written on the back, the lipstick so red it made him think of blood: 'Call me.'" A 2017 Summer of Zechs submission. Color prompts. Warnings and Pairings: Zechs Merquise/Lucrezia, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Navy, From Sex to Love, Smut, Canon Het Relationship, Heterosexual Sex

DarkBluePhoenix

Neon Genesis Evangelion: Legacy – Gundam Invasion - http://archiveofourown.org/works/10464375  

A Mobile Suit Gundam Wing and Mobile Fighter G Gundam CrossoverIt’s a Gundam! *RANDOM EXPLOSION!* The cast of Gundam Wing meet our young heroes and befriend them in this tale of how those who understand, those who fight, those who doubt, and those who pass by, can claim victory against the forces of evil reborn. Mission Accepted. All systems go! Gundams… Evangelions… Launching!

@kangofu-cb 

Mission: Redacted chapter 9 - http://archiveofourown.org/works/10872516/chapters/25325301

2x5, 3x4 - they are getting the band back together!

Just Lucky I Guess -  http://archiveofourown.org/works/11298693

Final installment of the ‘Just’ 'verse. Wufei and Duo are getting married! There’s a little bit of drama, some smut, and overall a good time is had by all. 2x5 wedding fluff, with some post-wedding smut!

luvsanime02, 

Standby - http://archiveofourown.org/works/10852965/chapters/24098613

Heero goes in front of the Board of Professional Review, and now she has an important decision to make. This is the fifth story in Navigation, a fem!Heero series.

@noelleian,  

Put Up Your [Daisy] Dukes - https://archiveofourown.org/works/11338821

Quatre is a small-town, southern boy with aspirations that don't include spending the rest of his life as trailer trash, but for now, he's forced to wait tables at a dive in rural Georgia until he can save enough money for college. Though with a hot new bouncer on the payroll, maybe things are finally looking up. 3x4

ShenLong

High Rolling - https://archiveofourown.org/works/6614992 

Duo is a multi millionaire having made his money in computer games and is working himself into the ground. Hilde, his secretary and best friend convinces him to take a vacation – to Las Vegas. Parings: 1x2 and 3x4. Warnings: Fluff, Yaoi, Lemons, Limes, Angst, sap, ooc, AU, Gambling

The Manwell

May Demons Rest: Shinigami Sleeps 2017 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/10944786

A re-write of my 2004 fanfic "Shinigami Sleeps"To find and free Duo from his demons, Trowa leaves his uneventful life at the circus for the mean streets of an obscure colony in L2. 2x3. Warnings: Trowa POV, Duo POV, POV Alternating, POV First Person, First Time, Male Slash, Male Friendship, street gangs, acrobats, Clowns, Circus animals, Family, Canon-Compliant, EW-compliant, Post-Endless Waltz, Dreams and Nightmares

Twilight_Angel, 

[Podfic] Lollipop -  https://archiveofourown.org/works/11294784

Coffee was what got him going in the morning. What kept him going through the rest of the day was the boy that got on the train at Twelfth and Highland. Pairing: 1x2

@weiclown, 

Dead End?  - http://archiveofourown.org/works/11312295

Trowa and Quatre are sent in on a simple ‘infiltrate, get the data, and get out’ type of mission. Someone at Preventers was grossly misinformed, and things go FUBAR pretty quick. Will they be able to get out together, and in one piece? Warnings: Post-Endless Waltz, Attempted Rape/Non-ConBrief mention of attempted rape, Violence, Murder, Major Character Injury, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Preventers (Gundam Wing), Dark, Wilderness Survival, Forests, Blood and Violence, Trowa Barton, Quatre Winner - No pairings  

Cosplay:   

 @shinigami-of-excellence

Treize Khushrenada  - http://outofworkshinigami.tumblr.com/post/162402987842/more-photos-of-treize

Calender Events:

@chronicwhimsy​ - Gundam Wing End of Summer Block Party!

https://gwblockparty.tumblr.com/

WHAT? A fanworks celebration of all things tropey and cliche in the Gundam Wing fandom. Friends to Lovers? Sign me up! Coffee Shop AU? I’ll take a large to go. Sex Pollen? Bless you, and thank you. Nothing is too overdone - indulge yourself!

WHO? Everyone! All content for all ships is welcome! From canon to crack, from OTPs to Giant Pilot Polycules! Come one, come all, come everyone (if you’re doing it right - wink wink). By the end of this event, the master list should look like my high school algebra homework - only this time, there’s no such thing as a wrong answer.

WHEN? To celebrate the end of the season (depending on Hemisphere!) the suggested posting dates are 1st - 4th September! Let’s see Summer off with a bang! Or see Spring in with several bangs, depending on your preferences.

WHERE? If you share on tumblr, tag this blog or message us the link and we will reblog it! We will also create a collection on AO3, and a Tumblr master post at the end of the event.

HAVE FUN! BE SHAMELESS!

Thank you all for a wonderful week!! =D

[shirtlesssammy]

Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets: Recap

What the ever-loving Chuck were we gifted with this week? My mind is reeling. Fair warning: There’s going to be uncontrolled DeanCas feels in this recap.

Then:

Man, first dates, amirite? Also, Lucifer has a fetus on the loose.

Now:

We open with Super Intense Gamer Girl not taking a single hint from Arcade Employee to get out. She’s got some Rampage to destroy (Is that the right term? My arcade knowledge barely extends beyond Ms. PacMan.)

And from out of nowhere, Nadine Hurley shows up to intimidate Gamer Girl away from her game. 

Gamer Girl isn’t so much a gamer girl, but an angel named Benjamin, and his angel powers don’t work on Nadine –ok, I’ll give up the ghost,  it’s the eponymous Lily Sunder. Lily quickly takes control of the situation, whipping out TWO angel blades and going to Kick-ass town on Benjamin. Before she can end him, Benjamin starts chanting in Enochian. “That’s right, call your friends,” Lily whispers –and we cut to several unknown angels, AND CAS!–before she stabs Benjamin through with her angel blade.

Meanwhile, at the bunker, Dean is busy in the war room looking over Cas’s handy “I’m going to find that Nephilim the old fashioned way” board. Sam wanders in and compliments all of his hard work, but Cas’s pissy husband is less than impressed. Where the heck can this nephilim fetus be hiding? <Insert Brother Banter Mom Talk> Then Sam asks if Dean is talking to Cas yet. Dean responds with a curt, “No.”

I counter with a:

Sam tries to play peacemaker: Cas saved them. Dean admits that he isn’t pissed; he’s grateful (next time buy your husband a dozen roses or a case of artisan mead), but he’s worried about the so-called “cosmic consequences” of the broken deal. Sam insists that Cas thought he was doing the right thing. Always. It’s at that moment that Cas wanders in and confirms that he was doing the right thing, before announcing he has to go. Sam wonders if he’s found Kelly, Lucifer’s baby mamma. No, it’s something personal. “Meaning what?” Dean questions. Cas explains an old friend called out for help, and Cas needs to know if he’s still alive. Sam jumps up eager to join. “We’ll come with you.” “Both of you?” Pause. Pause. Awkward. Pause. And then Dean: “Sure…Gotta make sure you don’t do anything else stupid.” Whew Dean, that was close, you almost let your emotions show for a second. Sidenote: Is the truck parked in the bunker garage next to Baby?

*Awkward Car Scene Alert*

The boys are chewing up the miles in the Impala in complete and uncomfortable silence. Sam practically begs to turn on the music, but is shut down by Dean. Like, what the what? Mr. “I’ll avoid talking about shit forever” wants to sit and stew in this strained miasma? Sam then tries to engage Cas in conversation about what they’re walking into. Cas, too, is apparently enjoying the miasma, but much to Dean’s incredulous reaction, he eventually opens up about Benjamin. Benjamin wouldn’t call for help lightly. And hoo boy, Dean’s apparently done with the silent treatment because the sniping that ensues between these two is pure lover’s quarrel GOLD. Like, Dean almost swerved off the road!

Is this real life? And it only gets better my friends. Cas explains how Benjamin cares greatly for his vessel, and wouldn’t bring harm to her if he could help it. “Wait, so Benjamin’s a woman,” Dean interjects. Benjamin is an angel; his vessel is a woman. And she’s more than just a vessel, she’s….a friend. Air quotes all over that statement.

TFW investigate the murder, and Cas looks at the broken-winged burn marks in pain. The arcade employee is giving his account of the evening, and when Cas abruptly tells him to leave, Sam wonders if Cas is ok. He’s clearly not. He’s baffled how Benjamin, a gifted soldier, could let this happen. It’s then that Dean finds a partially hidden angel blade. Upon touching it Cas realizes that it’s not Benjamin’s, and Lily finds a connection to Cas. (Super cool angel shit that we didn’t know about before!)

They all head out to meet Ishim, another angel Cas served under before he had his own battalion. At the restaurant, Cas tells Sam and Dean to wait outside -Ishim doesn’t like humans. And with one final stab of sarcasm at Dean, Cas mic drops and walks away.

Ishim is at a booth with another angel, Mirabel. Cas comments that they’ve kept their old vessels. There’s some underhanded snarking towards Cas for not being careful with his vessel (thankfully Chuck was on top of that!) AND for helping everyone lose their wings (Grrr, angels are dicks.) AND for killing Uriel and Balthazar (losing Balthazar probably still hurts Cas.). “Are you here to insult me or talk about Benjamin?” Thank you, Cas, for getting to the salient point of this meeting.

Sam and Dean wait patiently -well, Sam does, Dean paces a hole through the sidewalk– outside, until Dean can’t take it anymore. He bolts for the restaurant with Sam in close pursuit.

Omg, Cas’s “DEAN” just slays. Can’t his husband follow just one small request? Nope, because Dean smooshes his way into the booth (He has to get extra close because a moose has to fit beside them)

Ishim sends Mirabel to check for any followers, all the while adding packet after packet after packet of sugar to his coffee. Dude.

Mirabel wanders off alone outside, and promptly gets stabbed by Lily.

Back in the diner, Dean wants pie, and Ishim wants to give Cas shit for mucking it up with humans. #ProtectiveHusband Dean pulls out a ruler. All Destiel Reality aside, it was really great to see Dean and Sam stick up for Cas. Hearts. Ishim then suggests that all of them should head to a safe house to talk more privately. Ishim then heads out to check on Mirabel. Dean and Sam pester Cas about why he’s willing to put up with “Super Dick”. Cas curtly explains that he will put up with Ishim to learn more about why angels are dying. “I have to go.” Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. (Um, note to self: Make Sam reaction shot gifset for this episode.)

Ishim finds the lifeless Mirabel behind the restaurant. Lily strikes with very little warning, but only grazes him. They scuffle, and Ishim tries to smite Lily, “You can’t smite me, Ishim. I’m not powerless anymore.” Oooo, who is Lily?! TFW finds them and Cas takes a slice out of Lily, before recognizing her. I see he’s gifted with the Winchester Photographic Memory. <Flashback to Olde Tyme Lily> Guns drawn the brothers draw her attention away from Cas. “I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt any human. Just let me finish what I started,” she says.

Dean: “Not gonna happen, Patches.”

She then lights up the sky, temporarily blinding Dean, and makes off in her get-away convertible.

At the church safe-house, Cas insists on tending to Ishim’s wound. Ishim insists that he’s fine. Cas goes on to wonder how Lily is still alive. Sam is confused that they know her. Dean calls Lily One Eyed Willy. I died laughing over something that wasn’t that funny. Cas then tells the brothers how they know this angel killer.

Flashback!

Maine, 1901.

Ishim’s flight of angels are on Earth to handle an angel that fell in love with a human. They have a child together. Nephilim are forbidden by the oldest laws in heaven and it”s time to set things right. Also: Cas is in a female vessel. Obv. she’s a great-something-something of Jimmy. Also, I want to cosplay as fem!Cas so much. 

The flock of angels confront Lily and her angel lover, and condemn Akobel to death. Ishim then tells the others that he’ll handle the woman and child alone.

Back at the church, Sam and Dean reel over Cas’s revelations. Cas defends it as “horrific but necessary.” We learn that the woman’s name is Lily Sunder, a professor of apocalyptic literature who studied angels and speaks fluent Enochian. Ishim speculates that she’s using demonic magic to keep her young and protect her from angels. (Me: hmmm can’t angels vanquish demons? If demons had THAT kind of magic, wouldn’t they use it?) Sam and Dean want to go talk to her which Cas stridently argues against – it’s too dangerous.

Cas has had a rough couple of days so when Sam tries to argue that Lily has a justifiable grievance that might make her less willing to talk if angels show up, Cas takes it personally. In what is surely an echo of his inner monologue he asks, “Are you saying that those angels deserved to die? Do you think I deserve to die?” (Me: hugs Cas SO TIGHT.) In typical Winchester fashion Sam and Dean override Cas and head out.

Lily stands in front of her mirror and pulls up her bloody shirt to reveal a deep gash in her side. She takes a breath against the pain and works up some kind of glowing magic between her fingers before healing herself, angel style.

Back at the abandoned church Castiel tends to Ishim’s wounds. Ishim prattles on at Cas about simians and how Cas should be setting himself above them. “When did you get so gooey?” he asks before speculating that God’s prohibition against angels interacting with mankind was really to protect the angels from corruption.

“My friendship with Sam and Dean has made me stronger,” Cas replies as he prepares to heal Ishim. He pours celestial energy into Ishim and pulls away with a gasp, the job done and his energy expended.

^^ Included purely out of an appreciation for beauty. ^^

Sam and Dean track Lily to a chintzy hotel and corner her in the hallway like she’s a startled raccoon. She whips out two angel blades. (So, a raccoon with angel blades.) “We come in peace,” blusters Sam. After both sides affirm that they’d rather not kill each other, Sam tries to defend Cas. “It’s not Cas’s fault that Heaven has these crazy rules about nephilim.” (Er, probably not the strongest defense in the world, Sam. Might want to go back to law school.)

However, at the mention of nephilim and her daughter, Lily’s face changes. She looks angry for a moment, then drops the blades and approaches them. “Her name was May, and she was beautiful.” We flash back to the day her daughter was killed. On that day, Alkobel told her to take her daughter May and run.

Lily hid inside the house, rapidly gathering papers before a bright light shone in through the windows and she tried to run with her terrified child. As Ishim walked inside the house in her flashback, Lily recounts her history with angels. As a scholar, she found a spell to summon an angel and called Ishim to her. Ishim became obsessed with her and like a super scary domestic abuser, came back into her life later on to destroy it. He killed Akobel, Lily’s protector, and vowed to “break her heart” like she broke his. He murders her daughter and leaves her alive to mourn.

All of this is tragic, of course, but Lily drives the pain home with this: “I had my daughter long before I ever laid eyes on an angel.”

“Oooooh shit,” think Sam and Dean.

Dean, in a comically unsubtle aside, asks Sam if he believes her. Sam mumbles that he does and Dean whispers about calling Cas. After two rings he gives up (Dean. Bean.) and Sam murmurs at him that he should just go and check on Cas…

Lily interjects with all the humor of a centenarian watching two children. “She is no threat whatsoever to humans and she can hear you.” Ha ha ha, Steve Yockey, you magical unicorn. What a delicately balanced scene.

Back at the church Ishim does douche pushups celebrating his revitalized body while Cas slumps nearby, exhausted. Cas fishes around for his cell phone…

At the hotel Sam asks Lily why she waited so long to hunt Ishim’s flight of angels. “Patience is a talent,” she explains (Destiel Fandom: So say we all.) She couldn’t make a move on angels while they had the power of flight but now that their wings are broken, she actually has a chance. Sam asks her about the dark magic but she corrects him. She is using Enochian magic. She points to the eye patch as the visible casualty. The non-visible casualty is that every time she uses an Enochian spell a piece of her soul burns away. She used to dream but not anymore. Sam, as a formerly soulless dude, gets it and gives her the squint of pity.

She tells Sam that Ishim will kill Dean when confronted and this gets Sam’s attention.

Meanwhile, Dean busts into the church to find Cas nursing what looks like a heavenly migraine on the battered sofa. Dean tells Cas that Lily’s daughter was human and that Ishim is playing them. At which point Ishim sidles in, insidiously.

Cas immediately confronts Ishim about the truth about Lily’s daughter. Ishim calls her a liar, to which Dean replies, “If she’s a liar, she’s pretty good at it. You, on the other hand, kind of suck.” Cas turns his sad, angry puppy gaze on Ishim.

Dean whips out an angel blade to attack Ishim but gets thrown across the room. Cas, still weakened from healing the angel, gets the crap beaten out of him while Dean draws an angel banishing sigil on the wall. Cas’s head rolls back, eyes fluttering shut, while Ishim vows to “cure him of his human weakness.” Ishim takes up a blade and approaches Dean. That’s right. DEAN IS CASTIEL’S HUMAN WEAKNESS, like the good, non-crazy version of Ishim’s obsession with Lily. There’s a reason why #destiel exploded all over Tumblr this week. (Boris interjects: Uriel is sitting back in angel afterlife saying “Called this back in season 4, bitches.”)

Dean has his hand poised over the sigil but Ishim urges him on. Ishim will be fine but Cas, weakened, might end up a “bloody smear on the wall.” Cut to dramatic closeup shots of Ishim, Dean, and a wounded Cas. Dean drops his hand from the sigil BECAUSE HE LOVES HIM TOO. (Guys, I just do not know where these all CAPS interjections are coming from today. So strange.)

Lily busts in, though, ready to kick some ass. She whales on Ishim like a badass.

Dean and Sam try to help but get tossed across the room. Ishim tells her she’s done but she whips off the eyepatch and exposes her angel eye. She uses her mind mojo to hold Ishim back. He starts to pull loose but Cas pops up from behind (for the second episode in a row) and knifes Ishim in the back.

Fuck yeah, Castiel!

Cas collapses, kneeling before her like a penitent (which, you know, he always pretty much is). As Lily stands over Ishim’s body Dean asks her if she’s done. The underlying message being, of course, that she’ll have to watch her back for Winchesters if she tries to go after their Cas.

Cas tries to soften Dean’s aggression a little and apologizes to her. He was wrong but that’s no excuse. If she can’t forgive him, then he’ll be waiting for her.

Back at the bunker Dean drops a beer in front of Cas as both Winchesters settle around him at the map table. “Well, this will do very little for me,” says Cas, “but I appreciate the gesture.”

They both assure Cas that he isn’t weak. He’s loyal and strong. Dean pulls his head out of his ass to kind of slantways apologize to Cas for being a dick about Billie. He’s not mad, he’s worried.

They close out the episode talking about Kelly’s and Lucifer’s unborn child. Cas says that the baby is potentially catastrophically powerful. But now he doesn’t know what he’ll do.

“What’re we gonna do?” Dean asks. (About the child, but also probably generally speaking.)

“Let’s drink and hope we can find a better way,” Cas proposes.

Here fuckin’ here, Cas!

Natasha: So many great things in this episode! I really liked how we learned about Lily’s character. There’s so much we don’t know about all those spaces in her life - her studies, her affairs, her later quest for vengeance. We get to see other angels who have apparently just been lying low on Earth? (Missed a few, Hannah.) Dean and Cas squabble and Sam is just done… You guys a battalion of angels is called a “flight” and I’m crying with joy. And, of course, Castiel is so in love with Dean. flops over and dies

Boris: Read this meta on Lily and Charlie Bradbury. Feels. Also, do you think Andrew Dabb remembers writing about Jesse, the Antichrist? Like, Luci is still out there. I don’t believe for a second that the Holy Hand Grenade worked. So, if Lucifer is walking free, that means Jesse has his powers. He’s got to be more powerful than an arch-angel nephilim. And yeah, this episode. Not only did we get a pre-apocalypse Cas story, but it tied in nicely with the current season’s storylines of Lucifer, and mothers, and Destiel becoming canon. And for everyone predicting Cas’s death and for everyone predicting Sam’s death: STOP. The cosmic consequences simply mean they won’t get their beach vaca this year. *Boris pouts in corner* Finally, I will echo Natasha: Cas is SO in love with Dean.

Lily Sunder Has Many Quotes:

This silent treatment thing is silly.

I’m pretty sure it ain’t jellybeans and g-strings.

Oh, he speaks.

He’s sarcastic. But he’s thoughtful and appreciative too.

If I plan to do anything else stupid, I’ll let you know

When I knew Castiel, he was a woman soldier.

How can anyone know them and not love them?

I’m not a hero. But sometimes doing the right thing requires sacrifices.

These are my friends. My friends who don’t listen very well.