#also i didn’t get into this in the actual post but it’s a miracle top gun was nominated because the academy doesn’t like tom cruise

[marisatomay]

once again. action movies are not the enemy of horror. the academy hates them BOTH even though both, probably more than any other genres, tend to actually push the boundaries of what you can do with a camera, what you can put in a movie. the last action movie to receive a best picture nomination was mad max: fury road seven (7) years ago. an action movie had to be credited with saving movie theaters before the academy would nominate another one. top gun maverick literally invented a new camera, put six of them in a cockpit, and pioneered new aerial filming techniques that had never even been attempted before. action is not the enemy of horror. turn your ire towards biopics, dramas that may or may not actually exist, and whatever self satisfied shit ruben östlund insists on cooking up.

[feelmyskinonyourskin]

A Hell's Kitchen Christmas [Hallmark Trope]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Trope de Sept Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Hallmark Special tv movie trope 1. Busy career woman in big city reluctantly returns to hometown for problem™. Handsome man in town who she initially clashes with wins her over and they fall in love. She stays in hometown. It is also Christmas. "You return to Hell's Kitchen to help your estranged dad in a legal battle over his hardware store. You’re a hot-shot Miami lawyer after all, how hard could it be? Except the charming, handsome local lawyer named Matt Murdock your dad hired to help him keeps getting in your way. And yes, it is Christmas. Because this is a Hallmark Movie."

Warnings: No use of Y/N. No pronouns are used for reader, so any gender applies! Catholic/Religious mass mentioned/attended by reader, reader’s mom is dead, Christmas, Fluff on top of fluff.

WC: 1500

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The footsteps of parishioners thumped softly against the carpeted aisle of Clinton Church, nearly drowned out by the blaring of the organ as it played them out while they all exited. Christmas Eve Midnight Mass had just ended. Typically always over-crowded with those Sister Maggie called “Christers” (those who only attend church on Christmas and Easter), the many people walked past where Matt sat in a pew towards the back, chatting about what excitement tomorrow brought them (technically today, as it was nearly 1AM on Christmas Morning).

Matt remained in his seat, listening to the crowd depart, until there was just one other person in the chapel with him.

He noticed you as soon as he sat down before the service. Despite the many unfamiliar heartbeats in the crowd tonight, he picked yours out right away. Your citrus-scented perfume confirmed your presence when its pleasant smell reached him. 

You were alone, which Matt found odd. Not joined by your father for the holiday celebrations as he expected you to be.

He heard you finally stand from your spot and walk up to the altar just as the last of the crowd left. The lighter trembled in between your fingers as you picked up a tea light and lit it, placing it amongst the many flaming symbols of other people's prayers.

“Shit God, I know I don’t pray a lot… or at all really.”

Matt listened as you spoke, chuckling to himself. You clearly hadn’t noticed him there.

“Look, it’s just my dad… the hardware store has been his whole life since mom died and please, you just can’t take that away from him. I know me leaving didn’t help, I know. I’m still living with that guilt, believe me.” you continued to pray, sniffling and wiping away a tear from your eye

“But this pro-bono guy he’s got. I don’t think it’s gonna be enough. I guess what I’m asking is please just let him open his heart enough for me to help. Or at least for this Murdock schmuck to get it together enough and actually save my dad’s store. You know, like a nice Christmas miracle? Um… thanks God.”

You crossed yourself and bowed to the altar, turning to leave.

Matt could tell you spotted him from the gasp that left your mouth and the way your heart skipped a beat.

“Matt. Hey. Um… Merry Christmas.” you said, still trying not to cry as you walked over to him

“Hey. Merry Christmas to you too. Where’s your dad?”

“Oh, he had a long day today. You know him, he never stops working. I told him to stay home and rest. Can I walk you home?”

“Oh you don’t have to…”

“Come on Matt, it’s late and it’s Christmas. It’s only a few blocks anyway. Let me walk you home.”

Matt nodded and took your arm as you led him out of the church and into the cold New York night. The snowflakes danced around as the two of you walked, arm in arm. Crunching footsteps made a path through the white-covered sidewalk and left evidence of the route to Matt’s apartment you took. 

“Did you not bring a warmer coat? I can hear you shivering.” Matt exclaimed

“I didn’t. I never come home for Christmas, but with everything going on with my dad, I booked the trip so last minute and a winter coat isn’t exactly something I need in Miami.” you replied, tugging at the sleeves of your thin jacket

“May I?” Matt offered, releasing your arm for a moment to shrug off his wool pea coat.

Gloved hands ghosted your neck as he situated the garment around your shoulders. It was snuggly and warm and reminded you of Matt in a way you couldn’t quite put your finger on. 

“Thank you Matt. Not just for the coat, but for everything. You’re really helping my dad out.” you said, letting him take your arm once more and resuming your journey

“Oh yeah? You sure I’m not just some schmuck he hired?”

“Shit. You heard that? I didn’t mean it.” you shook your head and Matt just chuckled

“You really are a good lawyer.” you continued “Everything you’ve proposed we try and all the research you’ve done… I know I’ve been really hard on you since I got here and I’m sorry. I’m a big deal at my firm in Miami and I’ve worked really hard to get to where I am. And my dad is about to get evicted and he doesn’t even call his own kid to help? I know I’m in corporate finance law and I’m not licensed in New York but still… He didn’t tell me this was happening for months and he hired you and I was hurt.”

“So why’d you come back to New York then? If you think I’m a good enough lawyer to help your dad out that is?” Matt asked

“I didn’t think that at first. Didn’t think a small pro-bono firm could take on the big developer trying to tear down the whole block. But now that I’ve been working with you on this, well I was wrong. And maybe I came back too because I missed him and I missed home.”

“Yeah?”

The streets of Hell’s Kitchen were practically empty at this hour, families all tucked away in their homes waiting for the excitement of Christmas morning. It was tranquil, seeing the city that never sleeps so quiet and calm. The electric buzz that New York always seems to have was still there, but dimmed. 

“After my mom died, we just grew apart. He threw himself into work and I threw myself into school and my career. I think he was bitter that I moved away, that I didn’t want to take over the store from him.”

“Well you shouldn’t feel bad about going on your own path.” Matt reassured

“Yeah but it was the way I did it. But now that I’ve been back, god it’s like we used to be. Close you know?”

“Yeah I was really close with my dad too. And I’d give anything to have him back. To have what you and your dad have.”

“Shit you’re right. I guess that really puts it in perspective.” you replied

The purple and gold light of the video billboard on Matt’s block reflected off the snowflakes like a disco ball. A festive touch considering what day it was. You stopped your journey just outside his front door, facing him to observe the way he licked his lips as he formulated his next thought.

“I think he just wants what’s best for you.” 

“I know that. It’s a shame it took me this long to figure out what’s actually best for me.” you replied

“Oh yeah? You figured that out just in the 10 days you’ve been home? Wow counselor, research and evidence gathering stage usually takes longer.”

“Very funny Murdock. Yeah actually, I have.” you replied

 “And what did you figure out?”

“Matt, the work that you do, seeing it in action and how it’s helped my dad, it really inspired me.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I think I want to shift my legal specialty. Find a firm to work for that takes on clients like yours and actually helps people. And Matt, I don’t know that I would have discovered that if it weren’t for you.”

A wide smile spread across Matt’s face as he lowered and shook his head.

“Well, I might know of just the firm that could use a lawyer as smart as you. You’d have to stay in Hell’s Kitchen though, or at the very least New York…”

“Matt, are you offering me a job?” you asked

“Well I mean you’d have to pass the bar in New York first, but yeah, actually I am.”

“What are you doing tomorrow– or today I guess technically?” you asked

“For Christmas? I don’t really have plans. I used to go to dinner at Foggy’s family, but his parents became snowbirds a few years ago, so now all the Nelsons travel to Florida for the holidays. Why?”

“My dad is cooking a fabulous meal and we’d love to have you join us. To thank you for all you’ve done. For both of us.”

“I don’t want to impose on your first Christmas in years with your dad.” Matt replied

“Oh c’mon Matt, you have to come! You’re practically family at this point; you’re saving my dad’s business, you’re repairing our relationship, you’re offering me a job.”

“Okay, okay. I will come.” he conceded

“Great! We can tell my dad I’m moving back to New York. Together.”

“Does that mean you’re saying yes? To my offer?”

“Yes Matt, I am saying yes. To working for you. And staying in New York.”

Reaching out with a trembling hand in the cold night air, you ran your thumb along his jaw. Matt let out a chuckle as you reveled in the way his stubble felt against your freezing fingers. A sigh escaped you into his plush, soft lips when he finally kissed you, warming you instantly from the chill.

“Merry Christmas, Matt.”

“Merry Christmas, Sweetheart.”

[ak47stylegirl]

Let me take care of you.

This fic/chapter literally tried to kill me, It's a miracle I got it to a point where I can post it lol I hope you guys enjoy it!

Continued on from this fic.

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Scar was woken up a couple of hours later by Jellie pawing at his face. “Well, hello there, Miss Jellie…” Scar smiled at the cat sitting on his chest like she owned it, “You’re hungry, I’m guessing?” 

Jellie meowed in response, rubbing her cheek against Scar’s face. 

“Hmm, well let’s not keep you waiting, huh…” Scar hummed, giving Jellie an affectionate scratch behind the ear as he did so. Giving Jellie a nudge to jump off him, Scar glanced over at Grian. 

The avian was snuggled up beside Scar, his feverishly hot cheek smooshed up against Scar’s shoulder. 

Scar smiled sadly, the sight was adorable, yes, but his pesky bird didn’t look anywhere near well at all. Grian’s face was flushed red, his hair/head feathers damp with sweat. Scar could physically feel the heat radiating from Grian. 

It concerned Scar on so many levels. 

Scar sighed as he began untangling himself from Grian’s hold, carefully lowering Grain’s head onto their pillow. Waiting a second to see if that had disturbed the avian, (It didn’t, thank the Void…) Scar carefully slipped his legs off the bed; and sat up. 

Scar yawned as he stretched, allowing his mind and body to adjust to being vertical. It was important Scar let his body adjust, otherwise he would probably trigger a dizzy spell and fall over. No one wanted that. 

(Scar had gotten up too fast before…it’s not fun facepalming the floor) 

Chronic illness was a bitch but at least it wasn’t too bad today. Scar would have been devastated if his medical issues kept him from looking after his pesky bird. Jellie meowed, her tail held high as she rubbed her body against Scar’s legs. 

She was getting impatient.

“Oh Shush, Little Miss…” Scar mumbled as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, grabbing his cane as he stood up with a small grunt. “I know you’re hungry, but we don’t want to wake your papa-”

“Scar?” 

Scar grimaced as he turned around, finding Grian groggily peering up at him. Scar couldn’t help but notice how the avian could barely lift his head off of the pillow. Concern once again flooded Scar’s heart and soul. 

“Hey love…” Scar sighed as he gave Grian a soft look, leaning down to press a kiss to Grian’s forehead. “I’m just feeding Jellie…you go back to sleep, okay?” 

Grian looked briefly ready to argue against that. But any attempts to get up were short-lived as Grian was wrecked with full-body shivers and stomach cramps. Grian nodded with a groan, wrapping an arm around his upset stomach. 

“Oh love…” 

Scar bit his lip, glazing down at Grian, who seemed sicker each time Scar looked. There had to be something he could do to help? Maybe they had some health or regen potions lying around? 

Jellie howled, causing Scar to wince. (And worst, it caused Grian to whimper)

“Okay, okay…I got the message Jellie…” Scar pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing as he made his way out of the bedroom, cat following close behind. “You could be a little more con-con-siter-...dang it! Kind, you could be a little more kind, girl…” 

Jellie jumped up onto the kitchen counter, meowing like she didn’t have a clue what Scar was talking about. She was a little angel. 

“Your papa’s not feeling well…” Scar explained as he grabbed Jellie’s food out of the fridge, scooping some into Jellie’s little bowl. “So meowing at the top of your lungs doesn’t really help, missy…” 

Scar placed Jellie’s bowl down near the kitchen window, unable to stop himself from smile as she began to devour it. “You’re lucky you’re too cute to stay mad at…hmmm, that’s something you and your papa both got in common…” 

No matter what Grian says, his pouting face is adorable. Actually, Grian was just adorable in general. (Though he could also be downright terrifying, which Scar found sort of hot-)

The morning sun was long on its way up into the sky, lighting up the apartment. Now that Scar was up, he decided he might as well get ready for the day. First things first, Scar needed a shower, (Plus nature was calling).

Silently, Scar made his way back into the bedroom (For clothes) and the sight that met him made his heartache. Grian had curled up into a feeble ball, cuddling Scar’s pillow close. With a sigh, Scar grabbed some clothes out of his dresser. 

Stopping briefly by the bed, Scar leaned down and kissed Grian’s cheek. Grian hummed softly in his sleep, snuggling deeper into the pillow with a slight smile. Mission accomplished, Scar made his way to the bathroom. 

TBC...

[thefandomenchantress]

So I know I’m a little late to the party on this one, but I wanna talk about the David MV.

I finally decided to watch that nearly three hour video on the Literature Girl Insane MV, (by @/1moreff-creator) and HOLY SHIT IT’S SO GOOD. I wish I watched it sooner and wonder why I didn’t, I watch almost exclusively 1+ hour videos about random topics I know nothing about, and now there’s one for something I care a lot about! Why didn’t I watch immediately?!?

But my lapse in sanity aside, it finally got me motivated enough to talk about the David MV!

…Except only the part about Ace because of course that’s all I want to talk about. 9 out of 10 of my posts are either about him or have him involved somehow.

Anyways! Here’s the part I find very interesting!

This is arguably where Ace is most relevant, and therefore it makes sense I want to talk about it today.

Now, first things first, the Roman numeral. V (five) is Ace’s Roman numeral, as assigned by the crossword. The line attached is:

“Right now, why do you go insane?”

Which definitely fits. Ace could easily be framed as going insane, because he has mental breakdowns at a worryingly high frequency. Him and Veronika (who this might also be referring to if color theory is to be believed) are basically assigned the role of being seen as mentally unhinged within the class.

(…Ever think about how weird it is that the title is Literature Girl Insane, implying the star of the MV, David, is going insane, yet Ace is the one getting called insane, possibly by David? I think that’s interesting. But let’s get back on track.)

As established by other Roman numerals, the words in the background when a numeral shows itself also apply the character attached to said numeral. This is most obviously shown in the line near the top of the photo.

“A cat has 9 additional lives”

This is also easily applicable to Ace, since he survived Nico’s murder attempt against all odds. If Eden and Teruko hadn’t just so happened to be on the 2nd floor and walked into the gym when they did, he would’ve died. While the actual methodology of Nico’s murder attempt is unknown, it’s also possible that him even surviving long enough for Teruko and Eden to find them was a miracle. Either way, it fits.

The last quote on-screen intrigues me the most. It’s a quote from Hamlet.

“I am but mad north-northwest. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a hand saw.”

Now, first let’s look at just those words, without further context. It’s important we know what the words themselves mean before we do anything else. Let’s start with the definition of north-northwest, since that word is pretty important to the quote.

I’m sure most are familiar with north, east, south, and west. The four main directions on a compass. As well as Northeast, Southeast, Southwest, and Northwest. That splits the compass into eight directions, splitting the sections of north, east, south, and west in half.

Similarly, north-northwest is a direction that comes from splitting the compass into sixteen parts. It’s the half of the northwest section that’s closer to north.

Next, what the hell does “I know a hawk from a handsaw” mean? It’s almost half the quote, so it’s important we know.

Well…*extremely loud sigh* Shakespeare, as you know, was alive a very long time ago. As such, he writes in old-time-y English that’s hard to understand. And this quote has the misfortune of being something people argue over the translation of, at least as far as I could tell while researching.

Some people think Shakespeare meant a heronsaw, a type of bird, not a handsaw. Others think that no, he meant handsaw, but heron, in his time period, was also a common word for a tool that holds plaster/mortar/etc..

Either way, Shakespeare was probably referring to two types of birds, or two types of tools, which have key differences from one and other. I don’t think which one the DRDTdev thought was right really matters in this instance, since the quote makes sense either way. 15/16s of the time, Hamlet (the speaker of the quote) is sane and can tell two birds/tools apart.

The quote is, in summary, saying that Hamlet is mad only when it’s north-northwest, aka 1/16th of the time (I’m not sure if that somehow connects to there being 16 participants in the killing game, but I’m going to assume it doesn’t). The other 15/16s of the time, Hamlet is perfectly sane, thank you very much.

So, without context, this quote is saying that Ace is only insane 1/16th of the time. The rest of the time he’s sane.

Next, I think another important thing we have to do is take into account the whole screenshot as a whole. By that I mean we should not only look at each line individually, but how they relate to each other. In bold is the “why do you go insane?” Line, and to the left, in a font that blends more into the background, is the Hamlet line.

There is a contradiction of opinions here. One person says, “Why do you go insane?” while the other insists they’re only a little bit insane.

This could be referring to the opinions of David and Ace. After all, one could argue it was David underestimating Ace that led to his secret being revealed. David doesn’t bother being careful around Ace in the trial, despite Ace’s volatile nature. He piles suspicion onto Ace by saying it’s weird he didn’t see him on the second floor the night before the murder, even though it isn’t. After all:

Ace was in the gym. David was in the relaxation room. Those are on opposite sides of the floor, so of course David wouldn’t have seen Ace. He didn’t even have to walk anywhere close to the room Ace was in. But David saying this information like it’s weird and suspicious makes everyone else think it is.

David thinks: But what’s Ace gonna do about it? Somehow get the whole class on his side, even though almost everyone likes me more? Is everyone really going to trust the mentally unstable (one could say insane), dumb, cowardly jockey over me?

Yes, yes they will.

All this is to say, David, in the grand scheme of things, doesn’t really care about Ace throughout chapter two. He steals Nico’s secret from him, antagonizes him in the trial, and doesn’t care. Ace doesn’t matter. Ace, of all people, can’t be the one to ruin him. So who cares if Ace dislikes him? Ace is of no use to David, and Ace certainly isn’t smart enough to figure out David’s scheme. This is what David believes.

However, this leads to him not taking Ace’s volatile nature seriously enough, believing he is above the harm of someone like him. But hey, even a pawn can play a vital part in checkmating a king.

When David pisses off Ace, believing Ace can’t do anything besides get angry, yell, and make himself look more suspicious…That turns out to be a crucial mistake that ruins everything.

…Y’know, the irony of the class idiot being the one to beat the so-called master manipulator will never not be funny to me.

Anyways, we can sort of apply this to Hamlet, too. If Ace is Hamlet, since this is Hamlet’s line, and David is Claudius, his father-in-law, we do have a pretty good parallel.

Claudius, who secretly killed Hamlet’s father and then took his throne, is secretly not as righteous as he seems. However, Hamlet finds out about Claudius being the one who killed his father and seeks revenge. Claudius thinks Hamlet to be mad, but when Claudius isn’t around, Hamlet says, “But my uncle-father (Claudius) [is] deceived. I am but mad north-northwest. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a hand saw.” Eventually, Hamlet kills Claudius. So in DRDT terms, Ace finds out about David’s manipulation, David is unaware of this, and Ace eventually kills David’s public persona. Obviously this is an extreme simplification of the plot, but still.

…Of course, there’s also a chance this contradiction of opinions isn’t about Ace and David specifically. After all, David isn’t the only one to boil Ace down to his core traits of “dumb, angry, overall not a well-adjusted individual”. The whole class does this, at least for the most part. This Hamlet quote could just be trying to say what Ace has been saying. That everyone sees him as a loudmouth, stupid, cowardly and nothing more, when in reality there’s more to him than that.

I might have gone a little overboard with this part…I got excited…Hopefully this all actually makes sense, I had to revise some of this post because it got ramble-y and overall pretty cluttered.

So yeah. Here’s my (very late) contribution to the David MV discussion. Here’s what I think Ace’s part means. If you want me to elaborate anywhere, feel free to tell me, or if you want to tell me your thoughts, I’d love to see that!

[teaberrii]

Chapter Six: Can We Make a Deal?

Alhaitham has the looks and the smarts. He will also be the stand-in CEO for his grandfather's company for a year.

But, he's been mysteriously cursed to turn into a cat every night since his eighteenth birthday… until he meets you, an employee at his grandfather's company, who rescues him as a cat and changes him back with one kiss.

Alhaitham/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on AO3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

“Don’t tell me you’re thinking about her.”

Kaveh had dropped by his place again. Alhaitham, sitting on the adjacent couch from his friend, sighs. "Why are you bringing her up?"

Kaveh leans forward. “Don’t you think it’s time to start getting some answers?”

“...Like what kind of answers?”

Kaveh rolls his eyes. “Like why she’s apparently the only person who can change you back? Aren’t you curious?”

“Oh, I don't know," Alhaitham deadpans. "Didn’t you say she was my ‘soulmate’?”

“Do you actually believe that?” No. Alhaitham doesn’t believe in something as abstract as that. “Did she kiss you again?”

Alhaitham stands to get more tea. “No. Why would she?”

Kaveh smirks. “Are you disappointed?”

“What are you trying to get at?”

Kaveh follows his friend to the kitchen. “What if… it was just a fluke? You should get her to kiss you more to make sure she really is your miracle cure.”

…Right. A conversation like that is bound to go smoothly. Alhaitham can just imagine the look on your face if he were ever to ask you to kiss him again as a cat. Of course, you'd probably give some witty response to fluster him. But, maybe you'd ask for something in return. Regardless, the two of you have only just established your friendship. Now is probably not the time to escalate to… kissing. Even if it's just a peck on his fluffy, little head.

“You know… maybe there’s something else you can try.”

“...Do I want to know?” Alhaitham deadpans, pouring the hot water into the teapot.

“What if… it’s a certain type of girl who can change you back? You said her sister kissed you, right? But you didn’t turn back. Do they look alike? Similar personalities?”

All Kaveh gets is an are-you-kidding stare.

“You have to keep your options open, Haitham. Besides, what if she gets a boyfriend? Are you going to ask her to kiss you then?���

Alhaitham doesn’t want to think about that.

“If she really is your only hope, you gotta know why! And… you better figure something out. Unless you want to keep turning into a cat when you’re like sixty.”

While Alhaitham doesn't want to admit it, Kaveh has a point. It's best to figure out why early. What if… you do get a boyfriend? What if… you got married?

Alhaitham almost screams when he feels the hot water on his skin. He drops the kettle, which lands with a thud on the counter.

"Geezus, Haitham." Kaveh smiles as he watches his friend run his hand under cold water. "What were you thinking about?"

“...Nothing.”

Kaveh opens a top counter and grabs the first-aid kit. “Anyway, she’s going to be living across from you, right? It’s your chance!”

“I’m not going to ask her to kiss me.”

“Well, maybe not in the beginning,” Kaveh says, smiling, as he opens the kit. “But… it doesn’t hurt to get to know her better. Y’know… for research purposes.” When Alhaitham gives Kaveh a deadpan look, he laughs. “Take it as you will.”

Well, it’s not like Alhaitham doesn’t want to do that already.

That night, Alhaitham is lying on his bed, his tail swishing upwards as he thinks about you. Then, Kaveh's words echo in his mind: What if she gets a boyfriend? Are you going to ask her to kiss you then? Alhaitham remembers the matchmaking party. While he knows you don't want to go, there's still a small chance you might go to please your mother. The faces. The titles. Everything that he saw in that bright pink pamphlet came rushing back.

Alhaitham shakes his head.

No. He won’t let you get taken away. Not when there’s still work to be done.

◆◆◆

The next morning, Alhaitham visits his grandfather at the hospital before work.

As soon as Alhaitham opens the door, his grandfather looks up from the book he’s reading and smiles. “Haitham? What are you doing here? Don’t you have work?”

"I just got off a call." Alhaitham walks over to the side of the bed. "Thought I'd visit to see how you were doing."

“Well, you came at a good time! There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.”

Alhaitham has a hunch. He pulls up a chair and sits. “I do too.”

“Oh? You do? Is it about work?”

“Not exactly.”

His grandfather closes his book and puts it on the nightstand. “Well, you first.”

"It's about Layla." Alhaitham leans back. "I don't want any misunderstandings, so I want to hear from you directly. What are your reasons for putting us back in touch again?"

His grandfather sighs. “I… think she’s a woman who would suit you very well. She’s sophisticated, educated, and has a respectable family background. You’re also at that age, Haitham. Don’t you want to settle down with someone?”

“If it ever comes to that. But, I’d rather have things happen naturally.”

“I’m only giving you a little push.”

“...I’d rather you not.”

His grandfather narrows his eyes. “Are you seeing someone?”

“No.”

“Then, what’s the problem?”

Many things. His strange feelings toward you. His fluffy situation. There are too many unanswered questions, and adding Layla to the picture complicates things further.

"I see Layla as just a friend. It's been so long since we last talked. So if I ever see her, I don't want things to be awkward."

“He already relayed the message to me,” his grandfather says. Alhaitham assumes he’s referring to his secretary. “If you insist, I won’t say anything more.”

Alhaitham visibly relaxes.

“...But on one condition.”

Oh, great.

“Spend a little time with her. She’s… been through a lot lately.”

Alhaitham raises a brow. “How do you know?”

“Her parents came to visit me the other day.” His grandfather nods toward the flowers. “Those flowers were from them.”

“...I don’t want to sound… rude, but don’t you think this act of kindness might mean they want something from you?”

“As of now, there’s no hint of that. Besides, I think spending some time with their daughter is harmless. You two already know each other.”

Alhaitham sighs but gives in. “...Alright.”

“Excellent!”

Before Alhaitham leaves, he gets an update on his grandfather's condition. Then, as he exits the room, he sees someone struggling to carry three large boxes stacked on each other. It's so high that he can't see the person behind them.

The top box is about to fall until Alhaitham catches it. That’s when a girl peeks out behind and gasps.

“Oh, my gosh! Thank you.”

Alhaitham looks at her, and his eyes almost widen. It’s your sister. Lumine, is it?

“Would you like some help?” Alhaitham asks.

“Ah, it’s okay! I’m almost there.” She nods toward the room next to his grandfather’s. “My brother’s room is right there.”

Your brother… is in the hospital?

“Let me help you carry this one, at least.”

Lumine smiles shyly. “Okay… thank you!”

Alhaitham walks with Lumine toward your brother’s room and opens the door for her. There, he sees a boy around Lumine’s age on the bed. His leg is lifted and in a cast.

“You’re finally here!” Then, he sees Alhaitham. “Um… who’s this?”

Lumine drops the boxes onto an armchair. “The man who helped me carry your freaking three large boxes of games so you won’t get bored. You’d better thank him!”

“Why didn’t you just carry them one at a time?”

“Excuse me? You’re welcome for helping to bring your stuff here in the first place!”

“Okay, okay. Thank you, Lumine, and”—he looks at Alhaitham—”mysterious stranger.”

“Alhaitham.”

“Ooh, what a fancy name.”

“Please forgive my brother,” Lumine says to Alhaitham. “He meant that in the best way possible.”

"No offence taken."

“Wait… Alhaitham?” Lumine mutters. “Where have I heard that name before?”

Aether snaps his fingers. “Are you the hot neighbour?”

“Aether!”

“What?” Aether asks, looking at his twin sister. “It’s pretty much what mom described him as.”

Lumine immediately turns to Alhaitham. “You’re friends with our sister!”

“Thank God,” Aether says. “She needs more guys around her other than the flirting ginger.”

“What are you talking about? Sis has plenty of suitors.”

Is that true? Alhaitham clears his throat, and the twins look at him. “I don’t think I got your names yet.”

“Yeah, Lumine, how rude of you.”

Lumine rolls her eyes at her brother's remark. “My name is Lumine.” She gestures to her brother. “This… idiot is my brother, Aether.”

“If I’m an idiot, then so are you.”

“Shut up.”

Alhaitham chuckles. “Seems like you two get along well.”

“We do not!”

Their synchronization makes him smile.

"Um, what are you doing at the hospital, Alhaitham?" Aether asks.

“Visiting my grandfather. He’s staying in the room next door.”

“Oh, really? Maybe I should go say hi!”

“Um, no, you really shouldn’t,” Lumine deadpans. 

Alhaitham puts the box on a small table. “I need to get to work. It was nice meeting the two of you.”

“Say hi to Sis for us,” Aether says.

Lumine smiles. "Let's surprise her with a selfie!"

◆◆◆

You're still half asleep when walking into the office building until you feel your phone buzz inside your pocket. You pull out your phone and open the message from your sister. Your eyes widen when you see a photo. Your sister is the one taking it. With her free hand, she's making a peace sign. Your brother makes a funny face on the bed while Alhaitham stands near the window with a hand in his pocket.

What in the world?

Lumine: WE MET HOTTIE NEIGHBOUR. His grandfather’s staying in the room next to Aether’s ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

You’re still processing the whole thing when you see another message from her.

Lumine: If you don’t want him, I’ll take him.

You roll your eyes.

Lumine: Just kidding. Maybe.

You know your siblings are bound to meet Alhaitham one day now that he's your neighbour. You just never thought it would be this quickly. Then, your phone buzzes again; you're expecting Lumine's text, but it's Alhaitham instead.

Catman: I hope that didn’t surprise you too much.

You’re standing in front of the elevators as you quickly type a reply.

A completely random selfie of you and my siblings? Nah. That’s exactly what I was expecting to see at the end of the week.

“Morning!”

You turn and see Tighnari.

“Hey, Nari.”

“Guess who has a date for Zhongli’s wedding?”

You gasp. “Oh, do tell.”

He winks at you. “It’s a surprise.”

“I never thought you’d pull a Childe on me.”

Tighnari laughs. “He does like to keep people in the dark when he wants to, huh?”

You hear your phone buzz but don't get time to check it as the crowd pushes you into the open elevator.

Once you and Tighnari are the only ones left, he turns to you. “So… Childe told me about what happened with Alhaitham the other day. Is something… going on?”

“No. Nothing.”

“...You sure?”

“I’m positive.”

Tighnari watches you closely. "But, if you didn't sort of like him… you wouldn't have gone with him, right?"

“We’re friends. That’s it.”

“Oh…”

You glance at him. “Why do you sound so sad?”

“Well, you’d be retiring from your title!”

“...Title?”

Tighnari smiles. “You wouldn’t be a professional bachelorette anymore. Oh, but don’t get me wrong! It’s not like it’s a bad thing.”

You sigh. “There’s no way I can date Alhaitham.”

“Why not?”

“He’s our CEO,” you say flatly. “That’s… no.”

“Well, I do see how that would cause issues. But… the heart wants what it wants.”

The elevator doors open. As you and Tighnari walk out, you finally check your phone and see the message from Alhaitham.

Catman: You should be in the picture next time.

This reply will be your last.

Pass. Not very photogenic.

When you arrive at your desk, you glance at your phone and roll your eyes… with a smile.

Catman: I respectfully disagree.

You have to put your phone away so you won’t get distracted.

◆◆◆

You lean back in your chair and stretch as you look at the outline you plan to propose to the leadership team in the next couple of weeks. Things are going well, and your team is also working together nicely. You scoot your chair toward your desk, ready to get back to it when your phone buzzes.

Catman: Can we talk after work today if you’re free?

You pick up your phone, staring at the message. It must not be work-related if he’s messaging you using his personal number. But what could it be about?

Catman: We can meet in my office.

That’d definitely help avoid any prying eyes.

No pop quiz, right?

His reply comes faster than you anticipated.

Catman: You’d pass with flying colours anyway.

“...Hey!” You immediately look toward your subordinate sitting at the desk across from you. She looks from your phone to you. “What are you smiling at?”

Are you smiling? You haven't noticed.

“Uh, nothing.” You quickly put your phone on the table with the screen facing down. “Did you need something?”

Your colleague gives you a suspicious smile. “Is it… a guy?”

You stand and look her in the eyes. “Do you need help with something?”

She laughs. “Okay, okay. I’ll drop it. I’m having some trouble with the dialogue for this scene. Could you take a look and give me some feedback?”

You walk over, your mind doing a complete switch to work. Not even Alhaitham is going to distract you, but he’s doing a damn good job of trying.

After work, you make your way up to Alhaitham's office. As you stare at your clear reflection in the elevator doors, you suddenly want to fix your hair. So, just before you reach the floor, you fix a few strands and confidently walk out.

You knock on the door, and the secretary opens it for you. As you walk in, you almost forget to thank him as you marvel at the size and decor of the room.

“Nice place you got here.”

“It’s not mine, technically,” Alhaitham says, walking over to you. He looks at his secretary, and the man walks out. Then, Alhaitham gestures for you to sit on the couch. You do, and he sits across from you.

“So, what did you want to talk about?”

“Is your family helping you with your move?”

“Yeah. But… why do you ask?”

“I wanted to ask if you needed help. Or… if my presence would make you uncomfortable.”

You haven't thought about asking Alhaitham for help. You don't want to deal with your family making casual jokes about how the two of you should be dating or something similar. It's awkward... and something he doesn't need to deal with.

“I think I’ll be okay,” you say. “Besides, I don’t think you want to deal with them trying to hook us up. I know how uncomfortable that would be.”

“I wouldn’t offer to help you if that were the case.”

The silence is a little too loud.

Alhaitham lightly clears his throat. “The real reason I called you here... is to offer you a deal.”

“Should I be leaving right about now?”

Alhaitham picks up on your joking tone. "Besides Kaveh, you are the only one who knows about my secret. As I said, I've been trying to figure out the reason and cause behind it for many years."

You nod.

"I still don't know why you were the one that changed me back… and with a kiss, no doubt. But you are my only hope right now."

You hold his stare.

"...I'd like you to keep changing me back until I find the reason and a permanent solution to my problem. In return… I can help you get out of those matchmaking parties you hate so much."

“...And how are you going help me do that?” you ask cautiously.

“By acting as your boyfriend.”

If you're drinking water, you will have choked.

“...Only in front of your family,” Alhaitham clarifies. “Or else, the purpose is lost.”

You stand. "So… let me get this straight. What we know so far is that you changed back when I kissed you. Now, for research purposes, you want me to… keep kissing you as a cat to change you back. In return, you’ll be my fake boyfriend in front of my family to get my mother to stop nagging me about me being single.”

“That’s another way to put it.”

You scoff. “That’s… that’s ridiculous!”

Alhaitham stands and puts his hands on the table. “Please. I need you.”

Why does he have to look at you like that? You just can't look away.

"I need to find out the root cause of my curse. If us dating makes you uncomfortable, you can suggest something else. It's just… I'd like to offer something in return if you help me."

"...Well, no one wants to live the kitty life forever, I suppose." Then, a small sigh. "How are you going to go about finding this root cause?"

“I’d like to experiment.” Your eyes widen, and Alhaitham quickly adds. “As in… would it work if I kissed you instead?”

You’re starting to feel faint.

"...If we end up in a fake relationship," Alhaitham continues, "you can call it off whenever you want."

“That sounds like it’s a bit unfair to you."

Alhaitham sighs softly. "We would be entering a contract, one that restricts you from entering romantic relationships with others. So I understand I'd be taking away your freedom in that regard."

“...So, are you saying that I can call it off if I meet someone I want to actually date?”

Alhaitham can’t ignore how the thought annoys him. “I’d like to find an answer to my problem before then.”

“Well, the same can go for you,” you say, looking away. “What if… during this time, you also meet someone you want to date?”

"For our sake, I don't intend to drag this out."

This is happening way too fast. Didn’t you just become friends? And now… a fake relationship?

“You don’t have to give me an answer now,” Alhaitham says. “It’s a lot to take in, I know.”

You almost crack a smile. "Don't tell me you wanted to be friends just so you could ask me this."

“If I said no, would you believe me?”

You shrug. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m… not blaming you. I can’t relate to your situation, but I would probably do the same.” You sit and cross one leg over the other. “But, I’d like to hear what other things you tried to get rid of your curse.”

Alhaitham sits across from you. “It’ll take some time.”

“Well, the fact I’m still sitting here means I’m fitting it into my schedule.”

“I’ll make it worth your while.”

◆◆◆

It’s finally the weekend, and you’ve been busy the entire day with the move. However, you can’t get the conversation with Alhaitham at his office out of your head.

"...That's impressive," you said, after hearing all the interesting theories and experiments he tried to get rid of his transformation.

“But I’ve yet to find an answer.”

“Still… that’s very interesting. I wonder if it could happen to anyone… even to me. Have you met anyone else like you?”

Alhaitham shook his head.

“Well, um, going back to your offer… can I think about it? I’ll give you an answer before next week.”

“Of course.”

A… fake relationship. One that only happens around your family. It sounds like the plot of a drama you wrote years ago.

“Who’s Catman?”

You've just finished adjusting the coffee table in your new place when you hear your sister ask the unexpected question. Your mother went out to grab some food while you and Lumine finished cleaning up your new place. You quickly walk up and see Lumine going through the people in your Contacts list.

“Really, Lumine?” You take your phone from her. “Why are you looking through my phone?”

“Just curious if you have Mr. Hottie saved on your phone.”

“Why are you so curious?”

"Weeelll, maybe you might need his help one day. It doesn't hurt to be on good terms with your neighbours."

“I wonder what you mean by good terms,” you say, rolling your eyes.

Lumine smiles widely.

A knock comes at your door, and you open it. But the smell of hot food is lost on you as you're staring into Alhaitham's eyes again.

“I bumped into him on the way up,” your mother says. “So, I invited him to have dinner with us!”

Your mother walks into your place just as Alhaitham asks, “...May I come in?”

"Of course you can!"

You look over your shoulder at Lumine, who's giving Alhaitham a small wave.

It doesn't seem like you have a choice, and it isn't because of your sister or because Alhaitham is your CEO. But it's those turquoise eyes of his that shine differently when he looks at you.

Chapter Seven

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[unknown-art1]

A Compilation of Times the P4 Guys Have Kissed/Almost Kissed Each Other

Like the title says this is a post detailing all the times (to my knowledge) that the guys from the P4 investigation team have kissed/almost kissed each other. Links (plus timestamps) to the videos that each scene is from will be included underneath each image/set of images.

(Spoiler Alert: Beside the first one, the rest of them include Teddie in some way)

“PQ Accidental Kiss Scene” Yosukan (Yosuke x Kanji) (17:59)

In Persona Q After the boys have shrunk down and climbed on top of each other to reach a key, they start to lose balance while they are stacked on top of each other. This causes them to accidentally knock down the key they are reaching for and also cause them all to fall on the floor, however during their fall Yosuke accidentally gets knocked out by the giant key, so he doesn’t notice himself conveniently fall on top of Kanji and accidentally kiss him.

Kanji also knocked out from the fall also doesn’t notice as well, and the only people who do now about Yosuke and Kanji kissing are Yu and Rise since Yu is the only guy that doesn’t get knocked out during the fall (because Teddie gets flattened by the key they are trying to get) and Rise uses her navigator powers to keep an eye on them.

The kiss between Yosuke and Kanji isn’t directly shown since Yu lands coolly infront of the camera when they should’ve made contact so he ends up blocking it, but this is the closest we get to a physical onscreen kiss scene between the boys, since the rest of these scenes are mostly offscreen implied kisses or in the next scenario case a kiss that almost happens but doesn’t. 

“Give him all you got!” Narukuma (Yu x Teddie) (0:30)

If you chose the "Give him all you got" option, when Teddie asks for a kiss after Yu comes home. Yu will indeed do his best to show Teddie “all he’s got” as he leans in to kiss him, but afraid his bearmones are too powerful Teddie will run away before Yu gets the chance to. 

“Yu wins Miracle Trivia Quiz Finals“ Narukuma (11:09)

If Yu wins the Miracle Trivia Quiz Finals he will be rewarded with non other than a steamy smooch from Teddie! After announcing Yu’s prize, Teddie leaps onto Yu and the two of them roll offscreen while Teddie attempts to give him his prize. Its up to interpretation whether Teddie actually kisses Yu or not since the last thing we hear is Teddie telling Yu “not to act bashful about it.”

“Yosuke wins the Miracle Trivia Quiz Finals” Hanakuma (Yosuke x Teddie) (9:16)

Assuming the prize is the same for everyone who wins the Miracle Trivia Miracle Quiz Final, Teddie will also attempt to give Yosuke an offscreen kiss if he wins, and Yosuke will naturally resist the idea. 

“King’s Game” Narukuma and KanTed (Kanji x Teddie) (5:19)

Okay, this one requires a little explaining. During the King's game Teddie will choose whoever is holding stick "Number 1" to kiss and if/when Yu has the Number 1 stick he'll nervously stand up, and even though Teddie originally wanted to smooch a girl with Yukiko's encouragement Teddie literally leaps at the chance to kiss Yu. However, unfortunately for Kanji who happens to be sitting in the middle of them Teddie accidentally leaps onto him instead of Yu and ends up tackling Kanji offscreen and gives him a kiss instead.

Now you may be wondering to yourself what was the purpose of me gathering all this information for? Well, it was just because I thought it was interesting how many time the P4 guys have kissed/almost kissed each other. 

These were the only moments I could personal recall, but if you know of any others that I didn’t mention in this post feel free to tell me! And also thanks for reading this far hope you found the post interesting! 

[tens-girl]

The Legend of Venice…

This is halfway through posting on AO3, five chapters of the ten are available (fic is finished and I post every 3 days so it doesn’t take too long…)

The Who Omens gang (ok, 4/5 of them, Aziraphale is away on an important secret side quest…) head to 18th century Venice to visit Casanova, the Doctor’s double (also looks very like Crowley, although we have femme Crowley in this story to avoid quite that much confusion!)

The usual fun, sexiness, shenanigans and nonsense ensue, with a healthy dose of angst (seriously, when will the Doctor and Jack get their shit together?!) and honestly, Signora Crowley is so damn sexy it hurts.

There’s a little recap in the notes for the first chapter in case you’re not familiar with the group, but it’s so much fun, and if you’re a fan of David Tennant (and who here isn’t?) then you’ll probably have a good time… Also, little taster from Ch1 below the cut…

Rated E - for explicit sex. Various pairings, Crowley enacting some serious gender-fuckery in Ch4.

The Doctor was running as fast as he possibly could, long legs carrying him quickly over paved streets and steep bridges, hurtling around tight corners, crossing back and forth over canals. Several men were pursuing him, one who appeared to be a very successful and wealthy merchant, judging by his dress, accompanied by several members of his personal bodyguard. The Doctor didn’t have the slightest idea why they were chasing him, but they were persisting in doing so, and they had weapons, so he was running. Always running. Everywhere he went across the entirety of space and time, always running.

“Giacomo Casanova! Stop running and face me like a man! You scoundrel!”

Ah… that would explain it…

The merchant was stood at the apex of a bridge, yelling at the man he perceived to be Giacomo Casanova, infamous resident of eighteenth-century Venice. Giving up the chase on a personal level due to a painful stitch in his side and an inability to draw breath properly, he’d sent his guards on to continue the pursuit. The Doctor (very much not Casanova) was picking his way cautiously along a narrow ledge that ran beside a building, balancing carefully so as not to fall into the canal below. He was relying on his slender frame and superior agility to perform this gymnastic feat more successfully than the guards, whose additional layers of protective clothing and cumbersome weapons would almost certainly slow them down.

Not that the Doctor’s outfit was much more convenient. The tight black breeches and leather boots that came over his knees were fine (he rather liked the boots actually…), but the several layers on top were less helpful to his current situation. The rich fabrics of the long waistcoat and dress coat were heavy and stiff, not ideal for extended bouts of running, or pressing tightly against a wall to prevent himself taking an unplanned bath in the disgusting waters of a Venetian canal.

They were lovely though. The high-necked waistcoat was cream with embroidered detail in a golden thread, the coat fashioned in fabric that was the exact blue of his Tardis, edged with more gold. The open-necked shirt below the waistcoat was also Tardis-blue, while the scarf at his throat added a splash of deep red, probably a joke on Crowley’s part, adding a little bit of themselves to the outfit. Because the whole thing was a miracle, materialised out of nothing by the demon.

So actually, if it was going to help him escape…

He shrugged the coat off one shoulder and then the other. Clinging on to a loose brick in the wall with one hand, he tugged the coat off with his other, finding it was awkward, with the fabric so stiff. It wasn’t real, so why couldn’t Crowley have made it soft? He almost lost his footing, one long leather-clad leg swinging quite wildly out over the water, his hearts in his mouth for a moment. And then the coat was finally dislodged, one arm wriggling free. He swung his leg back onto the ledge, swapped his hands over, quickly grabbed his sonic screwdriver from the inside pocket, wedging it between his teeth, and flapped his now-free arm about until the coat eventually fell into the canal. Better.

The Doctor glanced back at his pursuers, who hadn’t actually made it out onto the ledge yet. There appeared to be some discussion as to how they would manage their weapons. Seeing the supposed-Casanova undressing, they were also considering following suit. One was arguing that they should take a boat (because there were always boats tied up along the edge of the canal, and they could ‘borrow’ one quite easily) and drag their prey from the ledge, rather than following him along it.

Given the lack of progress, the Doctor decided to lose the waistcoat too. He quickly unbuttoned it and shrugged it off, letting it too fall into the murky waters below. Crowley wouldn’t mind. Now, with only the loose-fitting shirt and scarf on his upper body, he was in a much better position to outrun his pursuers.

He slowly made his way along the ledge to the next bridge, where he stood for a moment, looking back at the merchant, sliding his sonic into one of his boots for safe keeping. Now he’d made it to the bridge, the guards had ceased their arguments and had set off down a side street at a run, probably taking a loop around the block to get to him, rather than the shorter but more challenging route he’d taken (a tactic, which, if they’d thought about it earlier, probably would have cut him off and enabled his easy capture…)

“There’s been a mistake! I’m not who you think I am!” he shouted at the merchant.

“Oh, come now, Giacomo! Don’t take me for a fool, well, no more than you already have, you bastard!”

“I don’t know what you think I’ve done,” he yelled, before continuing in a mutter to himself, “although I’m fairly sure I can work it out given who you seem to think I am…” and then back to a shout, “…but I assure you, it wasn’t me!”

“Really? I’m not stupid! Show me some respect, Giacomo! Own your crimes!”

“Oh, I’m sure he would! But I’m not him!” Exasperated, the Doctor saw no option but to continue running. The merchant would never believe him (and why should he?), and the guards could be heard thudding down the street towards him. He ran, over the bridge and along the street, heading for the safety of the Tardis now.

“Casanova! Get back here you ungrateful swine!”

In a building up above, another man heard shouting and wondered what the commotion was about. Opening a window and sticking his head out, he spotted a small group of guards in the distance, pursuing a lone figure in a blue shirt who was running along the street towards him. He refocused on the figure and gasped in shock. That’s me… but I’m right here. Well, it’s not me, can’t be me, obviously… but he looks just like me! He blinked a few times, but as the man came closer, he only grew more certain. The resemblance was quite alarmingly complete, the pair identical in every feature. Except his hair… his hair is quite lovely. How does he get it to do that?

The Doctor glanced up; his eye caught by a figure leaning out of a window. He stopped. That’s him! It’s bloody him! And… wow… that is…

He’d seen the image Crowley had put into his head, but still… the likeness was a shock.

“Casanova, give yourself up! You can’t outrun us forever!” one of the guards shouted.

Looking around, the Doctor realised the guards were catching up to him fast. With a last glance up at the man in the window, who was looking even more bewildered now that his own name had been applied to his doppelgänger in the street, the Doctor grinned and saluted him, before setting off again, running. He wouldn’t give the actual Giacomo Casanova up to the guards (although their confusion would have been incredible…), because it wasn’t far to the Tardis, and they could save the complicated questions for another time, when he was in his proper clothes and less out of breath.

Casanova watched the figure as he ran off down the street, the guards in hot pursuit. Who on earth was he? Why did they look the same? Why were they calling him by his name? And why was his hair so amazing?

The Doctor swung round another corner and spotted the Tardis in a dark, unobtrusive corner of the alleyway. He sped towards her, rooting in the tight pocket of the breeches for his key. These clothes just really weren’t convenient…

His shoulder slammed into the door as he scrambled to get the key into the lock, turn it and get inside. Once he was in, he shut the door behind him and leaned against it, gulping oxygen into his lungs.

Well, that was a disaster.

Continue reading on AO3…

[howldean]

Your post actually did make me reconsider my stance on Dean and dogs, since i did mostly just picture the whole hellhound thing.. I feel like Dean thrives on the kind of straightforward affection dogs tend to give, which we did kinda see in the finale (when he wakes up and gives Miracle that big hug). And on the other hand Sam's always the more independent/on the move guy against Dean's family+stay at home side, so ironically I feel like long-term, he'd prefer a pet like a cat that's a bit more independent. Also, it's just funny to me to picture historically dog-guy Sam and literally-killed-by-dogs Dean having a cat and dog respectively.

changing the minds and lives of tumblrinas every day since 2020!!

but yeah i for sure hear that. i don’t remember if i read it in a fic or a post or what but someone proposed the idea that dean isn’t actually allergic to cats and that john lied to him so that he would stop wishing for a pet and it kind of rewired my brain and is part of my own personal canon now. so i like cat guy dean too

PAUSE. i just googled dean winchester cat allergy to make sure i didn’t make the concept up as a whole and. and the top result is from sneeze fetish forum dot com

godspeed Wolfwings22. right on (link?)

WHAT I WAS SAYING, HOWEVER. is yes. absolutely. i think that dean would also be a big “that damn dog” “dumb mutt” guy-who-didn’t-want-a-dog but feeds him bacon under the table and lets him sleep on the bed and privately pampers him. i think that he and a cat would get along just fine — there was however a very weird period in the thick of the general miracle discourse where an argument was more or less that dean didn’t deserve a dog because sam deserved one more? given that he’d historically been the dog person between them. which i thought was kind of weird. because dude just go to a shelter and also that doesn’t mean dean doesn’t actively deserve a pet. but whatever. i think they should have several pets and sam would be a great weird fish guy i feel

side note: what the fuck was up with the boy dog girl dog fight? that feels like a fever dream and i don’t even remember if i ever contributed to the commentary or not. but what was up with that

[gunnrblze]

Hello, hope you’re doing alright! I’m back with Ghosts related song recs part 4 lol.

You said you were up for some loud songs last time, so loud it is! Plus one calm song to salvage your ears lmfao. Watch you’re volume tho because I’ve killed my hearing one too many times with some of these. (Also excuse the mass amount of Cane Hill. I think they do loud music very well 😔)

(The New) Jesus - Cane Hill: If there ever was a song that is the epitome of Fed Rorke, this is easily one of the top contenders for me. You can’t tell me that man doesn’t love to play God. His ass was smug the entire game.

Kill Me - Cane Hill: this one is very Hesh coded to me. He was already pissed after Elias’s death. The dude must’ve been FERAL after the beach. Idk this song very much feels like blind rage to me, I think it’s fitting.

Screwtape - Cane Hill: Kick our beloved freak. What can I say, this song is a little screwy. (Idk how else to put it help.) I think it matches him well. I don’t think he’s this insane 100% of the time but he has his moments. A little savior complex, mayhaps?

Eyeless - SlipKnot: FED LOGAN, NO?? The feds fucked this poor man up for sure, he’s definitely a little crazy after the pit. Also the resentment towards a father figure is *chef’s kiss*. I definitely think Logan would hold some resentment towards his family/the Ghosts once he’s free. The classic “why didn’t you save me?” complex.

Gods - Sleep Token: I kinda got some Keegan vibes from this? Not too sure so lmk what you think if you’d like. He’s pretty calm and collected but he has his beserker moments—Ajax’s death, to name one. I imagine he must feel very strung out sometimes, and that frustration turns to anger: “my fucking form is but a wreck beneath them.”

There’s a Girl in the Corner - The Twilight Sad: here’s the calmer song lol. You said you liked synth and these guys use it a lot in their music. This song also gives me Keegan vibes, specifically after SV. The “she’s not coming back from that”, specifically. That op definitely killed a part of who he was.

Well, that’s all from me! I hope you like them. As always, I’m very curious to hear your opinions or suggestions of your own! Sorry for all the recs lately, I have so many 😟, but feel free to tell me to shut up lmao. I get it. Either way, have a good one. :)

— Cold blooded anon

Also!!! I apologize if this got sent twice. My WiFi absolutely offed itself in the middle of writing the first one, so I had to retype EVERYTHING. I don’t actually know if it sent?

Hello my dear, I hope you’re well too! Thank you for more recs, I’m being fed so well by you lol. I loved these and have many thoughts once again;

(The New) Jesus- godddd im obsessed with this+Fed Rorke, ur a genius. “Welcome to Genesis, go see the miracles now. I’ll be your exodus so you can tell all the others God was found” HELLO? The ex Christian in me is having many thoughts lmao. He definitely loves the power trip of being the Feds commander

Kill Me- I fw this bad. Hesh was definitely feral post beach and I think this perfectly captures how earth shatteringly enraged he’d be, and directed mostly at Rorke? Yeowch

Screwtape- KICK my freaky boy, I love this for him. I feel like when he gets upset it’d be very volatile/emotional like this. This band almost reminds me of Slipknot a bit, I really like them :))

Eyeless- well speaking of Slipknot I love this song hehe, smiled when I saw it cus it reminds me of my own brother lol. This definitely fits the genuine insanity Logan would feel from the pit. “I am my father’s son cause he’s a phantom, a mystery, and that leaves me nothing” this is KILLING me actually. He (and Hesh) were essentially thrusted into their father’s world (literally a phantom/ghost, hello), and all the mystery surrounding his legacy, all the unanswered questions they must have EEK. Rorkes “why won’t Elias save me” in the pit would be Logan’s “why won’t Hesh save me” in the pit, it’s perfectttt

Gods- oh I loveee this for Keegan, my poor traumatized man. His calm cool collected shit definitely gets challenged, even just looking for Ajax during that mission he was loosing it and I think this fits him

There’s a girl in the corner- WEEPING this feels like a Keegan song too. Love the synth and the vibe. If he was actually as young as his canon age suggests (which feels impossible to be 16/17 during SV but I digress lol) there’s no way he left with all the parts of himself he came with.

Def don’t shut up or apologize for all the recs!! I love and appreciate these so much, send as many as you want hehe. Also I did get the first one but i got interrupted with something right in the middle of listening to all of these earlier and then forgot 💀

[neowinestainedress]

push and pull | suh johnny

title: push and pull | part of christmas must be something more

pairing: suh johnny x oc

summary: fighting for dominance with johnny is not a smart idea, jade knows, but she doesn’t seem to care.

genre: smut, non-idol au, established relationship, (implied) polyamorous relationship, smutmas

warnings: power play | sex toys (c*ck ring), handjob, oral sex (m receiving), rimming (m receiving), edging, orgasm denial, 'forced' orgasm (not noncon, it's just pride getting in the way), multiple orgasms, slight fem dom, switch!oc, switch(not really)!johnny

words: 5.194k

taglist: @webscreams @multislut @roxyvogue @dullparadisewithtxt @yutas-princess02 @seongwhaffels @cosmiczen @adorejhyun @douma-me @more-douma-pls | couldn't tag: @yutascoffee127

a/n: i know i was supposed to post this yesterday but i'm extremely busy with my thesis and also after what happened yesterday to the neos i wasn't in the mood to finish editing this and post it. taeyong story will come out next week! anyway, wanted to write this dynamic between them for so long so i hope you like it!

Johnny knew her. 

Johnny knew exactly what Jade was trying to do. He didn’t need to drag the words out of her mouth to understand the evil plan that was running in her mind. 

It was quite funny, actually, to see how she thought it was working, slowly trying to make her way into his brain and turning him into something he wasn’t. 

“We’re all alone,” she said, trotting down the stairs, sitting next to him on the couch and starting to caress his nape, making him smirk. And he wanted to remark how he wasn’t Taeyong, and apparently not even Jaehyun, seeing that it seemed that for a work of miracle she got him to submit too, but he let it slide. If she wanted to play some games he was going to let her. 

“Mhh, yeah, keep doing that,” he encouraged instead, throwing his head back and moaning at the gentle touches of her fingers on his scalp and neck. It did feel good, but if she believed that it was what it took him to get on his knees… well, she was wrong. Still, playing into a fantasy, he started faking more moans, having to hold back his grin when her lips curled into a smirk of victory that faded as soon as he kissed her. One of Johnny’s strong hands wrapped behind her neck, pulling her closer, while the other pushed against the small of her back, securing her in a hold that swiftly gave him the chance of turning her around under him. 

“Johnny,” she cried out, huffing in disappointment, “that’s not fair.” 

Johnny chuckled, kissing her again hungrily. “Honey, nothing is fair when you’re the first one playing dishonest games.”

That was one of the many failed attempts. Deep down Jade knew Johnny wasn’t going to fall to his knees, she couldn’t bend him like she did with Jaehyun, probably she could win some minutes of submissiveness from Yuta, but nothing from her oldest boyfriend. And at this point she felt it wasn’t even about domming him, she just wanted to see how far she could push him before he snapped. 

“I’m exhausted,” Johnny huffed, coming out of the shower already changed into his nightwear, and slumping in her bed, between the pillows — too many pillows — that were placed on the crown. 

“I didn’t even hear you came home,” she said, turning around from her desk position, and shutting off her computer after making sure she had saved the last project she was working on, some boring ass holiday visit card for a company she could barely remember what treated. 

Johnny hummed, hair still damp sticking to his forehead, ankles crossed on top of each other and neck in perfect view as he sat on the mattress with his head rolled against the wall. 

Jade gulped, that was the perfect occasion — and also the perfect view, cause, fuck, he was so hot. He was tired, he needed to unwind, it was the right moment when maybe she could’ve got what she wanted. So she walked toward him slowly, climbing on the bed and positioning herself on his lap, fingers immediately reaching behind his neck to rub circles. 

Johnny’s lips parted and she couldn’t hold in the smirk. Maybe Johnny didn’t like to submit but he loved when she did that, it wasn’t so surprising that Taeyong and Jaehyun could submit so easily with that. 

“Bad day at work?” 

Johnny hummed, he could feel her voice had dropped, typical of when she tried to get a reaction. “Shooting Christmas family photos of famous people it’s even worse than the normal ones.” 

She chuckled, still caressing him, the sharp nails grazing against his skin so nicely she could feel him shiver with every brush. “Are we considered a normal one?” 

Johnny giggled, cracking an eye open to look at her. “We are anything but normal.” 

“Good, I like it,” she replied, leaning in to start leaving a trail of kisses on his jaw. 

“Jade,” Johnny mumbled, placing his hands on her hips firmly. 

“Shh,” she whispered, hot breath hitting his earlobe before she nibbled on it, making him hiss, “let me take care of you, please. You’re so stressed, daddy.” So apparently that was the new plan, making him believe he was in control, while he absolutely wasn’t. It would’ve worked if only they weren’t playing the exact same game against each other, both unaware of who was going to win. 

Johnny only smirked, letting her do her thing, watching her hands trail on his chest, pretty fingers moving slowly to unhook the buttons of his shirt before they ran on his skin, flicking the nipples, eliciting a broken moan from him. “Are you laughing?” He scoffed, tilting his head to stare at the smile on her face. 

“No,” she denied, but her thumb grazed his nipple again. “Does it feel good, daddy?” 

Johnny groaned, head thrown back as she kept teasing that sweet spot, of course, it did, but he was going insane over the way she was trying to play him like a violin. That wasn’t her submissive voice, no amount of slurred-out ‘daddy’ could make that her broken, pliant, breathy submissive voice. That was the lusty voice, soothing and venomous, deep and with a teasing edge always lingering in the back of every word. It was quite entertaining though that she believe he didn’t know her so deeply, that he couldn’t tell the games she was playing; all her cards were uncovered and he was just staring, ready to make his winning move. 

So he still let her; no easy game is too funny. He wanted to watch her burn in the same fire she was lighting up. 

“Feeling better?” Jade asked, moving one hand up on his face while the other moved down, past the elastic band of his pants. 

“A bit,” he replied, biting his lip when her cold hand wrapped around his half-hard cock. 

She smirked at his reaction before she rolled the tip between her thumb and palm, provoking a groan. 

“Where are you going?” When she jumped off the bed he stared at her running to the closet, left unsatisfied and turned on. “Jade?” He asked when she didn’t answer, trying to cut out the stern tone. 

“I’m taking care of you,” she replied, hands hidden behind her back before she climbed on top of him and kissed him immediately, not leaving him time to pry about what was going on. Johnny groaned into the kiss when he felt cold liquid come in contact with his tip, legs stiffing and hands pushing her away. 

“What are you doing?” 

She huffed, pulling down his clothes to don’t stain them and picking back where she stopped. “I told you, taking care of you.” 

“This doesn — uhm,” he moaned when her lips crashed on his again, forcing his head back against the headboard, hand moving in quick motions with purposeful wrists twists that were pushing him closer and closer to the edge. “You sound so pretty, daddy,” she mumbled barely pulling away from his lips before her teeth grabbed his lower lip and pulled roughly. 

“Jade,” he groaned, but his voice was followed by a whiny sound that made her shiver in anticipation. That was until her name rolled out of his lips another time, deeper and sterner when her fingers slipped something around his cock. “Fuck,” Johnny cursed when vibrations started buzzing around his hard girth, head reclining before he could even look down between his legs and see the black cock ring she put on him. 

Jade licked her lips while looking attentively at him, eyes shut, nostrils flaring and lower lip trapped in his teeth. The power she was feeling flowing in her vein had no equal. 

“Since when do we — fuck — do we have a cock ring?” He breathed out, lifting his head to look at her, voice shaking when her hand wrapped around him and added to the stimulation. 

She shrugged, grinning evilly, and shaking her head. “Does it matter?” 

“Yes because — fuck — turn it off,” he grunted, but his body was betraying him, hips bucking up, meeting her hand in desperate humps trying to come. 

“Please, don’t tell me it feels bad. Don’t you want me to take care of you, daddy?” She batted her eyelashes, forcing a pout on her lips. “Your cock looks so pretty like this, you know?”

Johnny rasped, the back of his head hitting the hard surface behind him once again. He stared at her through lidded eyes, lips parting to let out unusually higher whispers while his hips ground up following the rhythm of her hand. 

The triumphant smile on her face was hiding while her head was lowered, concentrating her movements on his dripping tip before an idea crossed her mind. She let go of his throbbing dick and grabbed the lube bottle, pouring a good amount on her fingers before slipping it down on his rim. 

“Don’t,” Johnny warned, head snapping up. 

“I’m not doing anything,” she defended, looking at him with innocent eyes. “I’m just rubbing against it, won’t push in, daddy.”

“Stop calling me that,” he groaned, legs parting unconsciously to leave her more space. 

She chuckled, “thought that was how I’m supposed to call you?” 

Johnny glared at her, words choking in his throat when she started fondling his balls, dripping more lube. “You’re making a mess.” 

“We can sleep in your bed,” she giggled before her hand quickened and she raised the vibrations on it. 

“I’m close,” he grunted, chest heaving, legs twitching as the orgasm build up inside him until everything stopped. “Come back here,” he ordered, eyebrows knitted together, staring at her, sitting a bit further now, watching his cock throb pathetically. 

“You don’t make the rules tonight, daddy,” she replied with a smirk on her face. 

Johnny sighed deeply, hand running in his hair to brush them back. “You don’t want to lose my patience — fuck,” he screamed when she turned on the vibrations again at the maximum. “Come here,” he ordered, pushing down his throat the embarrassingly higher moans she was forcing out of him. 

“Don’t you want to come, daddy? You need to release the stress, don’t you?” In her voice there was a mocking tone while her hands grabbed the hem of his pants and pulled them down completely, leaving him bare on his lower half and spreading his legs apart. 

“Jade, I swear to God —” 

“What? That you will come untouched? Just like that thanks to a little toy?” 

“You’re — fuck — you’re playing with fire, babe.” 

She laughed, sitting on her knees between his legs and kissing him, pushing his hair back with a harsh tug. “Your moans are so pretty, baby boy.” 

Johnny laughed, shaking his head, and lifting her up, turning her over with a swift movement. 

“Enough is enough,” he groaned, swiftly reaching her pants to pull them down along with the panties and pushing into her before his orgasm could hit in such a desperate way. “You’re so fucking wet, Jesus, it really turns you on thinking you have control, doesn’t it?” 

“I have control,” she breathed out, glaring at him, and trying not to lose her composure as soon as he picked up a rhythm. 

“You don’t look in control anymore,” he teased, leaving a light slap on the side of her thigh before he let his head fall in the crook of her neck when he reached his high, emptying inside of her with low thrusts before he pulled out. 

She pushed him to the side as soon as he distracted himself to take off the cock ring. Trapping him under her, legs hooking at his sides. 

“Honey, still playing a game you know you can’t win?” He asked, voice calm and collected, and she shivered; here he was back again, the same Johnny she stood no chance with. She never had one, really, and she knew it, but it was so unfair that he made her believe she could. 

She yelped when he grabbed her and stood up from the bed, jumping off it and making her kneel. 

“Wanted to take care of me, didn’t you? Tried to play with my ass so badly.” 

Her brows furrowed, trying to understand where this was going. 

“Come here.” One of his legs raised and his foot planted on the mattress, leaving enough space for her to position right under him. “Play with my ass.” 

Her eyes glinted. “Can I?” 

He chuckled, “I’m ordering you to.” 

“You can’t order me.” 

“No? Oh, want me to ask you politely?” He cooed, lips turning in a pout. “Want me to beg? Please, mommy, please, suck my cock and eat my ass.” 

She glared at him, taking a deep breath because of course he was repaying her with the same coin. But she still moved closer to him, wrapping a hand around his cock before she licked a stripe on her ass, the taste of the lube meeting her tongue as she started licking and sucking, swift yet calculated movements of her tongue while her hands wrapped around his thighs and ass, kneading the flesh. 

“Fuck, babe,” Johnny groaned, throwing his head back and wrapping a hand around his cock to rub it slowly. “You’re so good with your tongue, you practice so much with Yong, don’t you?” 

“Shut up,” she growled against his skin but Johnny didn’t like it. Never talk back to Johnny in those moments. When he tugged her hair, she cursed under her breath, looking up at him as he forced her head to recline. 

“Shut up?” 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, licking her lips, but he knew that wasn’t a genuine apology. 

“Babe,” he cocked his head, “do I have to sit on your face?” 

Jade licked her lips, eyes flaring to his, as if that was a punishment, but it wasn’t what she wanted that night, so she shook her head, and buried her face between his cheeks again. This time one of her hands moved up to fondle his balls and cock, massaging each of them in alternating movements, slowly eliciting low moans from him. 

Johnny would’ve let her keep going, maybe even fucked her face until she cried, but he didn’t want to come like that, so deciding she had learned her lesson, he pulled away when he felt too close. 

“Good girl,” he praised, tugging her hair, and ordering her to stand up without leaving the hold on her before he kissed her roughly, spit mixing and dripping down their chins. He dropped her on the bed and quirked a brow when she sat up. 

“Lay down,” he ordered, reaching her face to face. 

Jade shook her head stubbornly. “You lay down.” 

Johnny chuckled, “what are we, honey? Kindergarten kids?” 

“I want to ride you,” she said, batting her lashes, and doing pouty lips next to his face, brushing them against his. Here she was, once again trying to flip the tables. But Johnny liked this game of push and pull, especially since he knew he was going to win. So he let her believe she had a possibility another time. 

He laid against the sheets, head resting on the pillow, staring at her moving on top of him, legs at his sides and hands on his chest, running along the skin. He moaned when she flicked his nipples, rubbing the buds. 

“You’re so sensitive there, daddy. Why I’ve never noticed before?” 

“Because usually, you behave.” 

“I am behaving,” she replied. 

“Fuck, still not convinced aren’t you?” He huffed when she tried to still his hands above his head and started grinding against him while one hand wrapped around his neck. “I really have to put you back in your place, don’t I?” 

“I am perfectly where I have to be — fuck,” she screamed when he turned her over. Johnny wasn’t harsh, he had no need to be, he was big and strong enough to turn her around however he wanted and she knew it too, damn if she did. It was just so easy for him to move her and place her in any position he liked more with no need to tug roughly or force her down, she stood no chance to retort or push him away unless he let her believe she could. 

“Now you are exactly where you’re supposed to be.” 

Her jaw tightened when his cock stretched her out, thick and long filling her to the brim every damn time, his hands moving to block her legs and keep her still, this time not giving her any possibility of even thinking of a way to turn the situation around. Johnny had her right where he needed her to be, under him, shaking and writhing just for a few seconds before she gave up to pleasure and came back to her senses, letting him pound into her with deep thrusts. 

“Always pushing me to my fucking limits ’cause you want me to fuck you hard, don’t you?” 

Jade shook her head, biting her lips to muffle the moans, she didn’t want to give up so easily, no matter that the last thing for her to do was to surrender, it was a matter of pride. 

Johnny let out a sharp mocking laugh, shaking his head before he hissed when she clenched tightly around him. “No you didn’t, not this time,” he groaned, throwing his head back when her hips rolled against him. “You truly believed you could have control over me. Get two boyfriends on their knees and you think you own the world, don’t you?” 

She glared at him, at least tried to, it was hard to fake dominance when he was fucking her brain shut. 

“No, it’s fine, babe. You are a dreamer, aren’t you? But in the end, you will always be my dumb baby girl that never knows when to stop, aren’t you?” 

“I’m good,” she whined, cursing herself because it was supposed to come out of her mouth like a strong affirmation. The laugh that rumbled in Johnny’s chest made shivers run down her spine, and so did the gaze he was giving her. 

“Are you sure?” His deep voice reached just as far inside her body, twisting her insides, and making her whimper pathetically, but she kept pushing his buttons and nodded. As an answer, he only chuckled, picking back the rhythm, and holding her harder. “Of course, this is just a game to you, isn’t it? You’re bored, and you find new ways to have fun. But I also know my ways to have fun.” 

Her breath faltered when he pulled out and flipped her over, pushing her body on the mattress, only her ass up, and pushed into her again. No more words came out of his mouth other than deep moans and groans, fingers squeezing the skin of her hips, and thighs slapping loudly against her. 

Jade could only curse under her breath, feeling her heart pound fast in her chest and her orgasm build up swiftly. She hated how good Johnny was, and especially how much he knew her. Fingers leaving her waist to reach her clit and her nipple, stimulating her more. 

“N-no,” she cried out, knowing it would’ve been just a matter of seconds before coming if only he kept going. 

“No? You can make daddy feel good but daddy can’t make you feel good?” He cooed, lower lip pouting out, and even if she couldn’t see it, she could see his face inked behind her eyelids. 

An angry groan rolled out of her mouth, nails digging into the sheets and ass pushing up, making him smirk. 

“Oh, let me guess,” he whispered, “this is not how you want to come, right?” 

She nodded, head moving up and down swiftly. 

“Wanted to be the one fucking me. Wanted to see me beg for release, wanted me to whimper and moan like the pathetic mess that you are.” 

“I’m — I’m not a pathetic mess,” she cried out just proving his teasings were right. 

“I can see you’re trying to fight it, to hold the pleasure in,” he hummed. “If you keep biting your lips you will probably bleed.” 

“Please.”

Johnny scoffed, ignoring her, he wasn’t going to give her power, not like that. The rules were strict, and she knew them. Nothing of that kind was going to happen with him. So, his fingers started moving faster on her clit and her nipple, making her move under him, trying to squirm away from the hold. 

“You’re so fucking proud it will get you killed one day,” he huffed. 

“I won’t come,” she retorted, knowing her body was going to betray her soon. 

“Oh, trust me you will,” he replied with a smirk on his lips. “I know you will. I’ll make sure of it.”

And in a matter of a few seconds, her body betrayed her, cunt spasming around his cock while her ass pressed up against him, giving up holding in the sounds of pleasure he was forcing out of her with his deep strokes and his skilled fingers. 

“What did I — fuck — say?” Johnny groaned against her neck, gritting his teeth as her walls kept clenching around him and he forced himself to hold it in, wanting to keep fucking her, even if that meant edging himself too. “You can’t resist this cock, babe. Not mine, never.” 

Jade let out a sound mixed with a huff and a whimper, not knowing anymore what was running in her brain. Probably nothing was running through her mind anymore, nothing but the pleasure that was slipping into her body deeper with every thrust and flick on her sensitive spots. Coherence slowly dimming down against her will. She wanted to at least have mental control, to try to play some cards against him, but it was all useless, Johnny had all the control and she was just a puppet on a string. 

“Oh, poor baby, look at you,” he mocked in a condescending cooing tone, “thought you could top me? Dominate me? You are such a silly girl, my dumb girl, aren’t you?” 

She groaned, pride hurt, and brain filled with static noises by now, his slams were so good she couldn’t complain or retort not even if she wanted to. 

“That’s alright, angel, you look so pretty trying to fight me and overpower me, you know?” He teased. “Bet you would’ve even tried to pull out the strap-on, wouldn’t you?” 

She shook her head sincerely, that was a step too far-headed. 

“No?” He cooed. “But you love to use it so much, don’t you? It makes you feel powerful, doesn’t it?” 

She hummed, crying out broken moans. “I — I just like — uhm — fucking you.” It wasn’t a total lie, she liked both things and the feeling was different for all of them. 

“Yeah, you do, and you’re so good at that, aren’t you? Learned from me? Do you fuck Yong like I fuck you?” 

Her head rolled forward, slumping in the mass of pillows around her, moving from side to side not even knowing if she was agreeing or not, she couldn’t remember what sex with the others felt like right at the moment, especially when she was the one giving. Johnny was all over her, and he was the only one filling her thoughts. 

“Maybe I could watch one day, just the two of you, putting you under a test, and if you fuck him well enough, who knows, I might let you do the same with me.” 

Her head snapped up, her heart swelling just imagining it, and a tender smile broke on Johnny’s face, no, that wouldn’t have happened. He knew she was good, he had seen them fuck countless times, and he wasn’t going to be on the receiving end, not if she wanted to dominate him, at least. 

“Want that, angel? Already imagining it?” He teased with a playful grin on his face, watching as her lips parted to let out feeble affirmative answers and her eyes were squeezed shut. His nails grazed her skin, pushing into it, leaving marks behind, his head thrown back as it was becoming harder and harder to hold the orgasm back. The deep mocking laugh that rumbled in his chest when she nodded made her shiver. “What a shame it won’t happen.” Johnny brushed her hair back, thumb circling her burning cheeks. “Don’t you see how pretty you look right at your place, right — fuck — underneath me?” 

Babbling came out of her mouth, stomach tightening once again, pussy clenching hard around him. 

“Yeah, you agree,” Johnny moaned, jaw tense and head thrown back, a droplet of sweat rolling down his forehead, “your body agrees. You know I make you feel good angel, so why even try to fight it?” 

“Please,” she moaned, eyes cracking open to glimpse at him. 

“Please, what? Can try to overpower me but can’t even beg politely? Oh, poor you, am I fucking you too well?” He teased with a mockingly sweet voice that made her brain spin faster. 

“Wan — want your cum, please, daddy.” 

Johnny chuckled, slipping a hand under her neck and pushing her closer to him. “You can do better than that,” he groaned, hips slamming faster against her, hitting deep and nice. 

“Please, daddy, come — come with me, fill me up, please. Need to be — fuck — need to be filled by you. Want your cum.” 

“That’s my girl, that’s my good fucking girl,” he moaned. A few more thrusts’ sounds resonated in the room before they came to a stop, the pleasure overwhelming them both in a tangle of skin brushing together and cum leaking out with lewd sounds. Johnny gently placed her down again, pulling out against his will to don’t slump on top of her, he was too tired to keep his body up, and then rolled to the side, chest lifting up and down in swift motions. 

Jade snuggled closer, pressing her face against his chest and wrapping an arm around his waist. 

“Are you okay, brat?” Johnny joked, rubbing his fingers against her nape. 

“You are a brat.” 

He chuckled before yawning and seeing how late it got. “Let’s go take a quick bath and then let’s sleep, come on. I’ll carry you; I know your legs can’t even keep you up.” 

“You were really rude before,” Jade pouted, moving the foam on his chest, fighting back a smile when Johnny laughed and threw his head back. “You are being rude.” 

“Babe,” Johnny said, caressing her cheek, marking it with the white foam, “you knew it was a game you were never going to win.” 

“But why not?” 

“Cause I like having control and I want to take care of you,” he explained. 

She pouted again, crossing her arms on her chest. “You always do this. It’s a problem because you never let us take care of you, you always need to have control —”

“Excuse me?” He stopped her, quirking a brow. “When you ask someone to do something for you and they do it, you go check as soon as they’re done and most of the time you redo it yourself, I wouldn’t talk about wanting control.” 

Jade huffed, head rolling back. “But it’s different. Is it because you always have to be tough?” 

“I can be vulnerable even while being dominant, I think I proved that to you enough,” he said, caressing her hips. “I’ll let you peg me, I mean, it’s not the first thing I take up in my ass and I trust you with a cock more than I trust the other three,” he joked making her laugh, “but that’s not what you want. Just like it wasn’t what you wanted with Jae.” 

She hummed. “Not even if I ease you into that?” 

“You ease into things? The same way you eased Jaehyun into this?” 

“Hey, he liked it!” 

“I know he did, just like I know I wouldn’t last. We would do this push and pull every time. Isn’t Taeyong enough? Now you even have Jay occasionally.” 

“They are, of course, they are. I don’t want to dominate you because I want control… I mean, yes, a bit, but I still think you always carry too much weight around, always, even when it comes to sex. I only want you to loosen up.” 

Johnny chuckled. “We could find a middle ground somewhere, I don’t know what it is, but I’ll try to think about it, okay? Can’t promise you anything.” 

“I don’t want to force you, though.” 

“I know. We had fun, I let you keep going because I was enjoying that,” he reassured, kissing her lips in a soft peck. “Well, you know what, I actually loved this, so why not? I don’t want you to act like this every time but we might do this power play thing again, and who knows, maybe one day I’ll be too exhausted to overpower you.” 

She giggled, leaning closer, resting her forehead on his. “I liked that too, to be honest… even if I knew deep down I had no chance, it was fun,” she confessed. It wasn’t what she had in mind, but it turned out to be something exciting. Maybe that was the fun with him, the tension. 

“Also, why do you act as if you hate the way I spoil you and treat you like a princess?” He said out of the blue. 

“I never said that,” she defended. “I want to spoil you too; two things can coexist.” 

Johnny rolled his eyes, giggling when she smacked his arm. “Fine, fine, you’re right, I guess we’ll come up with something to let you spoil me. Now, let me take on my role of the best boyfriend in the world,” he stopped, pretending to be overhearing, “good, nobody that screams they’re better,” he joked, and Jade laughed. 

“You’re so stupid,” she chuckled. “And Taeyong would disagree.” 

“All of them would, the only difference is,” he sighed, lifting her out of the water and placing her on the carpet, “Yuta and Jaehyun are too unbothered to start a fight.” 

Jade nodded, agreeing before watching in silence as Johnny wrapped a towel around them. 

“How does a burrito walk to the bed?” 

“Let’s find out,” he said before they started walking to the bed, dangling side to side until they slumped on it with a loud laugh

When Johnny rolled away, she followed with her gaze as he grabbed new underwear for them both and put his on before he reached her again, opening the towel and kneeling to slide the clean panties on her legs. 

“Come here, let me take care of you,” Johnny said, grabbing an ankle. 

“I can do this myself,” she replied, giggling, secretly loving being pampered that much, hiding it with a frown on her face. 

“I don’t care about your pouts, angel. You’re not in control tonight.” 

I hope you liked it, if you did let me know with comments, reblogs or even asks!

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[mostlymaudlin]

Hi friend! I saw your post about the WIP game and I’m very intrigued by the one titled “timeywimey”

timeywimey my beloved <3

this was meant to be my big snowbaz magnum opus. and one day i really do want to return to it -- i have it all planned out and i think it could be really good! i was actually meaning to write it for COBB but then i was a dumbass and missed the deadline hahaha.

but anyway! the premise is basically that simon and baz, abt a decade post-canon, are in a little bit of a rough patch. not like "oh god are they gonna break up?" rough patch but just like... they're disagreeing abt something. but then thru a series of magical mishaps that involved me heavily researching the French win of the 1998 FIFA World Cup ( i cannot begin to explain this here), they get vaulted back in time to their eighth year of Watford. Not only that: but it's a TIME LOOP. so they're stuck in their 18yo bodies reliving the same day over and over trying to figure out why, and also coping with the fact that there's tension between them. AND ALSO fucking all over campus/living out other sexual fantasies lmfao because how could they not.

anyway. the pre-work i have done on this fic is unhinged. i have an hourly timeline of every event that happens on this day at watford, which includes the weather for each hour. IDK I JUST THINK IT WOULD BE REALLY NEAT IF I ACTUALLY WROTE IT!

i have a tiny bit written, so here's a snippet:

“We should head inside,” I say. “It’s almost four. Time for the rain.” He rolls onto his back so that he can look up at me with a frown. I smooth his hair off his forehead with my palm. Sometimes he complains when I do that — it makes his hair greasy. He’s letting me today. (Hair doesn’t matter lately. Not much matters anymore.) “Can’t you just magic them away?” Baz murmurs. He smirks at me, then pokes me in the stomach. “Worst Chosen One to ever be chosen.” I roll my eyes and pull at his hair in retaliation, but I’m smiling too. “I did move the clouds once,” I say. Baz’s smile drops, his brow furrowing.  “What? Why didn’t I know that?”  I pull his hair again. He frowns, so I go back to petting.  “You don’t know everything about me.” “I bloody well do,” Baz grumbles, sitting up. He turns so that he’s sitting cross-legged in front of me in the grass. I take his hand, unwilling to break contact completely quite yet. (I’m sun-stupid and needy; I’m never ready to break contact.)  “I kind of forgot about it until just now,” I say. Baz raises an eyebrow. “You forgot you controlled the weather?” “It was after the Humdrum attacked us. Eighth year, in Hampshire.” I pause, scratching the back of my neck. The memory bubbling up is unpleasant, but not unbearable. Baz’s fingers are cool in my palm. “You told me to run, and I flew away. I could see the forest smoking for the air, so I just sort of… pushed some rainclouds over it.”  The sky is a deep grey now. It matches Baz’s eyes, which are open wide. His mouth hangs open just a second before he snaps it shut, shaking his head. “You’re unreal,” he says. I snort. “I’m a failed science experiment.” Baz pushes at my shoulders, and I let myself fall back onto the grass. He crawls on top of me, hovering over me with his hands on either side of my head.  “Don’t start that,” he warns, then pressing a hard, brief kiss to my lips. “You’re a fucking miracle.” 

and then they kiss in the rain :)

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[swamp-world]

god i am SO frustrated with all of the shitty one-dimensional lean-in “feminist” takes on Goncharov now that everyone’s finding out about it. like. you can’t just boil it down that easily yk?? Katya is easily the most three-dimensional Scorsese woman, but I don’t think that’s actually because of Scorsese. even Roger Ebert pointed out that it was most likely Jwhj’s writing that allowed Katya (and also Sofia to a lesser extent) to actually be a person and character in her own right!! (i think it was Melissa Park who wrote about how this reflects early elements of Jwhj’s queer journey and life? read her book The Last One Looking for more)

it’s just that I’ve seen a lot of posts about what a #girlboss Katya is for faking her own death and making out with goncharov AND andrey AND sofia (YES they made out you can’t convince me that just because they were in disguise they didn’t both mean that) and don’t get me wrong I love that as much as anyone else but like

you can’t take this out of its context. the whole “and then she faked her death and used her feminine wiles” thing can absolutely be done in a subversive and empowering way, and I’ve seen some fanfics or reimagined endings that have her live and take over the mafia herself, but i personally hate that because like.

the whole thing takes place against the backdrop of the immediate aftermath of the russian revolution and the wars, with how it shows the intergenerational trauma at hand (i could go on for HOURS about the role of the kitchen table, it made me cry when I first saw that scene) and so to try to put 21st century feminist models on top of something that’s immediately engaging with the tensions of what feminism meant in a soviet context at the time (AND an italian context too, I’m thinking about The Catholic School right now, because while the events in that took place two years before Goncharov was released, it provides a good (fictionalized) encapsulation of the social context that inspired Jwhj), through the lens of a mainstream American man, is just flattening it down too much. it’s a miracle that Jwhj got credit for writing this at all, and that their writing actually managed to make it through as intact as it did (and I think in the 1996 remastering we got to see a bit more of what it could have looked like without studio interference, and also without Scorsese being Scorsese) but it’s clear that a lot of their vision for what the film could have been about and could have said was really overshadowed by Scorsese’s own style and goals. it’s no wonder film bros like it, right, but that doesn’t mean we have to give it to them wholeheartedly

BUT that also doesn’t mean we need to girlbossify it so that it can be easily digestible in a single sentence. twitter is dying, let’s stop with the 280 character film analysis takes, especially with something as rich as this.

[forabeatofadrum]

Hello and yes, yes, we know the drill El WooWoo but ALSO happy Spotify Wrapped. Glee is my top artist. 8 songs of my top 10 are from the Heartstopper soundtrack. This makes sense. Anyway, thank you @martsonmars and @facewithoutheart​ for the tags. And a happy Spotify Wrapped to you.

I am having a blast with my COC fic There’s nothing ironic about show choir, especially since I just established that yes, there is a rivalry between choirs, but no, no one takes it as seriously as Simon and Baz and I am just obsessed with them not realising it since they’re too caught up in being obsessed with each other.

“What are you doing?”

I look up from my notebook.

Simon’s standing in the doorway.

“I live here, remember?” I deadpan.

“Yes, but you’re usually not… here.”

It’s true. We’ve been living here for over seven years, but we both avoid this place like the plague. It’s very hard to miss that we share the room, though. My wall is filled with violet banners, flags, crests and pennants with the Vitis logo. Simon’s wall is filled with the scarlet Rutaceae variants.

(Agatha hates it and wonders why we also have to take the rivalry outside of choir.) (Does she not see that there is no ‘outside of choir’?)

Ha, ha, ha, scarlet and violet where did I get that from?

It’s also Advent time TOMORROW 🤯🤯🤯. Time caught up with me cause I have nothing prepared yet apart from the two snippets that I’ve shared before. But I will be fine. I am prioritising my Klaine Secret Santa fic over the Advent one anyway, but I do want to start tomorrow. (I still need a goddamn title!)

I also have some... sentimental musings. I shall put them under the cut with the tags. It’s not a snippet, just some thots.

Basically I was going through my archive on this blog to find the other WIP Wednesday Hospital posts since I wanted to link them in last week’s post (please clap) and I saw that I first started doing these SSS/WW tags in October 2021, when Marta first tagged me. I remember being so nervous about it, and now it has become a nice habit that I look out for on a two-weekly basis.

And I just... I was just overwhelmed by it in a way? I did so much in 2021/2022 that I am proud of. There were also fics I didn’t like as much, but where the two-weekly support was so great. And that’s just what I like about fandom, be it Glee or CO. Joining spaces like the Lima Bean or the CO Discord or the Second Breakfast club was great. Having platforms like those above and the Advent and COC and what not come up with great challenges is wonderful. I’m glad that both my current main fandoms at the moment (get rekt Check, Please!) (actually no, I do want to write more Zimbits) are so active, especially Glee since that show ended 7 slutty, slutty years ago.

This is also why I am so eager to jump in on every challenge, because I want to show my appreciation for the people who take the time to organise Klaine fic challenges, even though it has led to what we now call my girlboss situation and I did tell myself yesterday that I am probably not going to do the Second Wave of the Klaine 3-2-1 Reverse Bang because it is getting too much otherwise.

And maybe I will not be able to keep up. It’s a miracle I haven’t skipped a single post ever since that first Sunday tag (I count the “nothing to show ¯\_(ツ)_/¯” ones as a post) and maybe I will fall into a dip but even then people come and go with these challenges and it is nice to know there is always a potentional audience. I know from my experience that I have also been super stoked when someone posts a new SSS/WW after a break.

But yeah those are just some of my thoughts. TL;DR: I love fandom. And now, the weather, and by the weather I mean tags: @quizasvivamos @crissmastrees-and-candyklaines @coffeegleek @esperantoauthor @otherworldsivelivedin @caramelcoffeeaddict @sillyunicorn @bazzybelle @dragoneggos @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @captain-aralias @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @takitalks @justgleekout @cerriddwenluna @wellbelesbian @tea-brigade @cutestkilla @ivelovedhimthroughworse @moodandmist @artsyunderstudy @whogaveyoupermission @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @ionlydrinkhotwater @1908jmd @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral

[revengesworn]

man okay so i’ve been thinking about the ending and the ways i think it’s flawed/my frustrations with it, but also why it does still work enough for me to at least not ruin the series as a whole/how it still tries to fit with the themes?? and i’ve also been applying headcanon to make it work better for me and to make me feel happier about the series overall, so if you’re curious!! take this post lol. (under the cut for length + manga spoilers for the whole series below!)

What initially bugged me about the ending most of all, and I finally managed to put it in words lol, is that there was never an explanation for how Mikey and Takemichi managed to leap back in time and fix everything. Because of that, to me, the key message of “everyone can be saved” and more importantly/centrally, “rely on your friends/don’t try and take on everything alone” gets muddied a bit?? Because it feels more like luck that things happened to work out. Like, Mikey finally puts his full trust in Takemichi and as a result - he ends up killing him!! And seemingly only manages to go back in time due to “luck”/an unexplained miracle. So the message it seems to (accidentally) send is that Mikey was right to try and take on everything alone, because when he put his trust in Takemichi he like. ended up killing him/his worst fear was confirmed??

That perspective on it was enough to put me off the series for a bit ngl, but I still love Tokyo Revengers overall - it has so much good in it that I really wanted to keep liking it, and I do think that the series isn’t completely ruined by the ending! And the main reason I’ve come to think that is because despite everything I just said... even if it’s only indirectly, it is Mikey choosing to open up to Takemichi and trusting him (by releasing his dark impulses after Takemichi said he could handle them) that led to the chain of events that triggered the happy ending. Like, in the end, he believed in Takemichi and trusted him to save him, and was rewarded for that narratively by being given the chance to time leap along with him. The message of “trusting/relying on others” is still there, in the end, even if it’s not as strong as it could’ve been as a result of the indirect way it happens. Hopefully that makes sense, and I hope it can help people come to be at peace with the ending a bit more to think about how it fits the themes of the series!

But also, as for my own reading of the ending... I’ve applied some headcanons that make it work even better for me as well, without actually contradicting canon (I hope). Headcanons are as follows:

So in my mind, Shinichiro’s curse actually had two aspects to it. The first was the punishment for choosing to kill in order to gain the power - but that punishment was technically already paid when Kazutora killed him later on. So Mikey’s curse/dark impulses was, according to this headcanon, not actually a result of Shinichiro becoming a murderer at all - most likely it was just due to the old man’s malice, wanting to hurt the people around Shinichiro as well.

Shinichiro being punished was fair, Mikey being punished for someone else’s crime wasn’t. So maybe the universe (yes, i am giving the universe some level of sentience here lol) gave Mikey a chance to break that curse, if he chose to open up about his struggles and didn’t try and take everything on alone. That could’ve been the condition for breaking the curse for any number of reasons - Mikey has always had a fixation on being “strong” and a hatred of weakness, so maybe the universe just decided that that was a suitable condition, since he’d have to overcome his flaws to do so??

Of course, predictably, Mikey did try and take it all on alone and refused to open up. And I’m not blaming him for that! He clearly thought it was both the only way to protect everyone, and was also deeply afraid of rejection from the people he loved if he actually talked about his issues - on top of letting them down/burdening them. But the point is - if you interpret the curse this way, the final time leap at the end of canon makes sense - it was because Mikey choosing to trust Takemichi to shoulder his burdens fulfilled the condition for breaking the curse. That’s still sort of  the case even without headcanons, but here it’s much more directly a result of how the curse functions to begin with, so (at least to me) it feels much less like luck that things worked out??

Hopefully that explanation made some kind of sense LOL i might just be talking nonsense or being pretentious, and if so I apologize!! But for me, I like the concept because it’s just expanding on themes that are already present in Tokyo Revengers just a little more. Personally, if I had to rely too much on headcanon to fix everything, I’d still be super dissatisfied, but since I can tell what Wakui was going for/that message of the story is still present canonically to some extent, I’ve come to feel decently satisfied with the ending overall now!

On another note, I’ve also seen people complain that the show loses impact by making Mikey’s actions a result of the supernatural and not trauma, since it turns the show from an explanation of real-life issues into just a convenient curse that explains everything. I actually think this is a completely fair criticism tbh, but I tend to imagine that what drove Mikey to violence was actually a result of the curse AND his trauma mixing together. Specifically, the curse caused the violent urges, but it was his trauma that led to him being unable to resist them, and his views on strength and weakness that led to him being unable to manage them healthily, if that makes sense??

Anyway this post is already too long so. Share your thoughts and headcanons on the ending below, I’d love to hear them!! <3

[deusexmachinawitch]

My highlight of the day is a lady at the cosmetics store that asked me to help her choose products because “I was really pretty like the girls that her granddaughter watches in YouTube so she knew that I would be more helpful than the ladies at the store”.

I was also asked if I was a beauty YouTuber. I guess that my reverse aging and magnetism manifestations are working 😂

I guess this is a sign that I really should pursue being a lifestyle YouTuber, except I will not show my face for privacy reasons and I want to be a cozy person. I mean, I could manifest that after all.

Also, I asked the Universe for signs for the “7 Days Miracle Maker Challenge” for the giggles and I got the following:

-I was brought ice cream at work because my Boss (like the good Asian lady she is) saw that there was a limited edition ice cream at the usual store we have right next to the office so she wanted to get us some ice creams for us both. The limited edition ingredient happens to be SP’s favorite sweet stuff that he even offered to me the day he confessed to me. This sweet is extremely rare and I haven’t seen it before as an ice cream topping or to accompany another thing. I’m extremely shocked.

-I was gifted a body wash and the brand’s name had SP’s name in it. It is really awkward to think that I’ll be washing my body with that 😂

-SP, who’s not a social media user actually posted an Instagram story. I didn’t check it but one of my nosy friends told me what was in it and she said that it was just him doing a One Piece anime marathon. I’ll assume that he is going to watch all of One Piece to get me out of his mind.

I’ll continue with the challenge!

[twisted-in-underland]

Morrigan Crowley alt. NRC outfits

Hello Hello! Here is the long awaited post with Morrigan’s alternate NRC outfits! There are a few event outfits I didn’t design for just yet so I’m not including them. Perhaps they’ll be added in a future posts

All credit for the sprites/cards I used as my references belongs to the Twisted Wonderland team and Yana Toboso!

Other Morrigan outfits: School uniform | Royal Sword Academy | Village of Miracles event

Groovy Candy & Coffin icon

I feel like it’s only fair that I actually make Morrigan a groovy candy and coffin icon design.

Raven feather and mirrors are the things I’ve been using as Morrigan’s icons/symbols so those are what I used for these designs.

Since Morrigan is in Diasomnia I used the Diasomnia group’s icons as my references.

The groovy candy was pretty easy, I just did a ravens feather

The coffin icon was a little harder because I wasn’t quite sure what design I wanted to make.

After looking at some of the other characters coffin cards and looking at the mirrors Crowley wears, I decided to combine the feather and mirror motifs.

My thought process was that it’s a more ornate mirror, so the feathers on the sides would be decor elements on the sides of the frame.

Dorm Uniform

So I completely forgot that Daisomnia (at least for the ENG server) doesn’t have sprites for their dorm uniforms. I still wanted to include it, so I used mainly Sebek’s “official design” art as a reference. His design happens to be facing the same way as the in-game sprites so it was easier to get the design right.

Morrigan’s dorm uniform has very minor changes. They aren’t a big fan of ties so, while they may button their shirts all the way, they don’t wear the tie. The same can be said about their school uniform. I also imagine their boots are heeled like Malleus’s, though are maybe a bit shorter.

The hat was a pain in the butt, imma just say it. Especially because I didn’t have a sprite to reference in terms of the size it should be. I will admit I was tempted to omit it completely, but felt it would have been too out of place if I did.

Ceremonial Robes & Birthday Boy

There isn’t much to mention about either of these outfits, I didn’t really change anything.

The detailing on the robes was pain though. It just took forever

The ribbon on the birthday suit outfit is purple as a call back to Morrigan’s purple colour scheme outside of their uniforms

I also included the VoM braid to the Birthday suit just for fun

PE uniform & Lab wear

These are another pair that I don’t have much to say on because of the general diversity in how the characters wear their PE and Lab gear

For Morrigan’s gym uniform I kind of did a cross of the turtleneck Malleus wears and the general crew neck T-shirts many of the other characters wear. Just for a little spice

I also debated on having them wear their magic pen like Silver, but I ended up not liking the sketch, so their pen is in the little pocket on the jumpsuit sleeve (hidden behind their hair lol)

For Morrigan’s lab wear I gave them an open lab coat like Lilia , I just made the length of the coat the same as everyone else’s. Other the. That, there isn’t much that’s super different.

For both outfits I put Morrigan’s hair up in a bun due to the nature of the classes. Would the longer bits still be cause for concern, particularly when doing alchemy? Yeah probably, but it’s easier to change the back of the hair than redo the bangs 🥲

This took forever to compile but here are a collection of alternative NRC outfits for Morrigan! I’m gonna try to stop myself from making any more outfit sprites for Morrigan so I can focus on some of my other OC’s. I may come back with some of the event outfits at a later time.

I’m debating on making a sprite list like this for either Yuri or Roma next. That, or I make work on sprites for my non student OC’s 🤔 idk we’ll see where I end up lol.

The other outfit posts I’ve made are linked at the top. I’m open to any questions y’all have!