#another hot take: the twister scene was fine

[theirisianprincess]

I sometimes get these videos recommended to me that's something like "Worst Anime Tropes" and they'll show some examples of these tropes and anime that exemplify them in the thumbnail. I don't watch these videos, because I think any trope can be done well with enough thought. But one trope that keeps coming up in the thumbnails is the "1000 year old loli" trope and they'll include a picture of Kanna Kamui from Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid.

I find this strange. To start with, the "1000 year old loli" isn't even an inherently problematic trope. In fact, one of the most popular anime of all time uses it. Pride from Fullmetal Alchemist is a homunculus that lived for hundreds of years masquerading as a child. The reason why people say that this trope is problematic is because it's sometimes used as an excuse to sexualize a character by claiming they're technically above the age of consent. But as we can see with Pride, that's not a guarantee.

The thing is, Kanna doesn't get sexualized. With Pride, his design being that of a child is meant to be ironic. He's a monster that takes the form of a child. Kanna, on the other hand, is just a dragon child. She goes to school, makes friends, and just has fun. She's very clearly written to be a child. In fact, her age literally doesn't matter, whether she's five, fifty, or five hundred, because she's very clearly meant to be developmentally a child. At no point is her identity as a dragon or her age used as a cheap justification for pointless fanservice.

Like, yes, technically she is an example of this trope, but so is Pride and they'll never use him on their thumbnails. The reason why they'll use Kanna, though, is because she's from a well-known ecchi series and they're banking on the idea that people who have never watched Dragon Maid and only heard of it will just assume that she's also the subject of fanservice. It's cheap clickbait.

[greekowl87]

Fic: Watching in the Shadows

A/N: I’ve had difficulty bringing myself to write anything since October. I had some personal issues to work through regarding my anxiety and life. I’m still trying to work through it right now but I managed to cobble this together over the past month. This isn’t my best work and I’ve probably done something like this before (another fic that was a post-ep of FTF), but I at least managed to write something. Sorry. If you've gotten this far, thanks again for taking the time to look it over.

Also, no beta. Is AO3 more your thing, you can read this here

Tagging @today-in-fic @improlificinsarcasm @suitablyaggrieved @baronessblixen

The nightmares had started shortly after Mulder’s one-in-a-million successful rescue and their daring seascape from Antarctica. Somehow, they had made it with some minor scrapes, bruising, and some frostbite. They came back to D.C. and it was questionable whether they still had jobs or not. The x-files had been burnt in a flash of lost hopes and dreams. Only the ashes were left, smeared by the boots of the notorious Them.

After their latest jaunt in Arizona chasing more would be aliens exploding from human chests and poor Gibson Praise, Scully wondered if God was trying to take a cue from James Cameron. That ended roughly too. In addition to the nightmares she refused to acknowledge, the added insecurity of Diana Fowley was like a harbinger of the future.

Scully twisted in bed, her cotton sheets coiling around her like a python. It was suffocating. She was in that weird twilight of waking and still traipsing through a dream. Those that said you didn’t dream of color were wrong. She remembered flashes of being locked in that tube with that thing shoved down her throat. The cold that had eaten into her bones and down to her core, making her feel brittle. She remembered seeing those gelatinous bodies in Texas and remembered her fear. That would be her. That would be her fate.

Of course, she wouldn’t tell Mulder. Why would he believe her anyway? His thoughts were up in the clouds trying to get their work back. Scully finally woke up gasping. Her hand clutched her chest to feel her racing heart, mentally calming herself that nothing had exploded out of her chest. Her fingers touched the tiny gold cross and she squeezed it so hard so it would be indented in her finger pads.

“I’m alive,” she whispered to the shadows in the room. “I’m alive.”

The fragments of memory were still there, just like something you couldn’t see out from the corner of your eye but you knew it was there. She glanced at the alarm clock. 4:01 am. It was a Saturday so she would not have gone to work. She could afford to sleep. But was she going to?

During the past six years, she did not get nightmares. Not normally anyway. There were a few after Pfaster and then with her cancer. Without ignoring the science...damn her own words. She turned out the bedside lamp and got out of bed. Without really thinking (it was still night in her opinion), she went to her kitchen and filled her teapot. As she tried to decide what tea to drink, she heard a light knocking on her door.

There would only be one person who would knock on her door this early (or late).

Scully opened it without ceremony, replying, “The last time you came to my door, you were drunk and dragged me across the country. It’s Saturday and I’m not going anywhere.”

He looked tired, worse than usual. The bags under his eyes indicated something much worse. He read her unspoken question. “I haven’t slept in over 24 hours, Scully. I’m not planning on anything. I just didn’t know where else to go.”

He knew what just to say to pull at her heartstrings. She took his hand and pulled him into her apartment, locking the door behind her. “I can’t either.”

“Nightmares?”

The word was effortless, showing just how well he knew her. “Something like that. I was about to make tea. Do you want some?”

“Do you have anything stronger?”

“How about we settle in the middle? A hot toddy? You can stay here in the meantime.”

“What? You’re not going to kick out self-deprecating and self-pitying Spooky Mulder?”

“Of course not,” she said. “Is that even a question?”

She selected two bags of Chai tea with two mugs. She went to another cupboard and stood on her tiptoes, trying to reach a rarely used bottle. In three easy strides, Mulder was behind her. “The rum?”

She nodded and felt him press behind her, easily getting the bottle. “Grog?”

She chuckled. “Not quite. Hot toddy. I think it might be better for helping get us back to sleep.”

“A sleepover?”

“A sleepover,” she chuckled. This is how she liked her Mulder and she felt those insecure thoughts replaced with a warmth that she had come to know. “Maybe I’ll let you even play twister.”

“Scully,” he chuckled.

“Go make yourself comfortable. I’ll be there in a second.”

She heard him kick off his shoes and take off his leather jacket, indicating he had no plans to leave anytime soon. Scully was fine with this. He flipped on her television, keeping the volume low. She laughed when she saw James Cameron’s ‘Alien’ come on and Mulder looked at her funny. “What?”

“I...it’ll sound stupid…” She shook her head. “Never mind.”

“Tell me,” he encouraged.

“I’ve had trouble sleeping since Antarctica.” She nodded towards the television. “My nightmares. I wonder if James Cameron is playing a role. I keep seeing myself back on that ship. And after...the face-hugger.” She motioned to her chest. “Bursting out in all the bloody glory.”

“But it didn’t, Scully. It didn’t.”

“Still doesn’t stop the nightmares.” She first added generous amounts of the spiced rum and then the Chai tea. “I was awake and aware when I was in that tube. Not all the time but I was awake. I remember. I remember the coldness...” She shook her head and her voice faded.

Mulder nodded gently. “I get the impression that you don’t want me to talk about the subject.”

“I don’t want to fight, Mulder. I don’t want to fight about the report, the work, or Fowley right now. I’m tired.” She rubbed her eyes. “Nor do I want to scold you on what happened in the Bermuda Triangle. We both know how stupid that was.”

Mulder was quiet. “I do trust your judgment, I do trust you. Without you...I probably would have been stuck in 1939 with no way home.”

“Mulder.”

“I do trust you,” he repeated, with more certainty. “More than anything.”

Scully nodded, satisfied with his response. She took the two mugs and walked them over. “So,” she said, “you had to pick Alien after I told you God is consulting with James Cameron?”

“Run of the luck. Do you want me to change it?”

“No, no. It’s fine.”

Mulder sipped the hot toddy, his eyebrows arching in surprise. “You didn’t go light.”

“No, but it works well together. Don’t you agree?”

“Very good.”

“So, Scully, since we’re having a sleepover, wanna play truth or dare?”

“Excuse me?”

“Truth or dare?” He smirked.

She was tired. Maybe her brain wasn’t working correctly. Maybe the lack of sleep had something to do with it. She decided to indulge him this time. “Truth.��

“Okay,” he paused. “What was your nightmare about?”

“Very smooth and not at all obvious.” He shrugged, sipped the hot beverage, and watched her. She sighed. “What could have been if you had not gotten to me in time when they took me.” She recognized that look and she hated it. “Stop profiling me.”

“I’m not.” He looked almost insulted. “I was just hoping to hear more. But it’s your turn. Truth or dare?”

“Truth. Ask your question, Scully so we both can get it over it.”

The sharpness in his voice took her off guard. “What are you talking about?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I asked you first.”

“Truth. No. Fact. I do love you.”

“I…” She felt panic rise in her chest. No. No, no, no. “Mulder…” He held his hand up and she grabbed it, shooing it away. This was getting out of hand. “Not like this. Quit messing with me, Mulder.”

She got up quickly and downed the scalding liquid. She winced. “I’m not.”

“It’s not funny,” she said again in warning. “Stop messing with me. This entire game is stupid. Why did I even let you talk me into this?”

Scully remembered how her mom used to force Melissa to include Scully in her sleepovers. Even though there were only two years between her and Missy, Scully always felt like the odd one out. Nerdy Dana who always had her nose buried in a science book. Why don’t you marry Einstein they would tease. As much as she loved her sister, that game left nothing but bitter memories for her.

Mulder frowned, surprised by her sudden reaction. He didn’t know why the words fumbled out of his mouth the way they did. But now that it had happened, he couldn’t see a reason why not. He watched her set the forgotten drink on the kitchen table and pace.

“Scully.”

“Why did you come here? Why did you come here, Mulder?” She wrapped her arms around herself. Maybe she was caught in the throes of another nightmare. “Answer me!”

“Do you want me to leave, Scully?” He asked. “If that’s what you want, I have no problem doing that.”

“I didn’t say that. Stop twisting my words.”

“Then come back here and sit down.”

After a moment’s hesitation, she bit her lip and nodded. She sat at the opposite end of the couch. Mulder suddenly felt the dynamic shift between them and it was like a game of chess. “For the record, I do not feel comfortable about this.”

“Noted. Now, what did you dream about?”

“The first time I was abducted, there was some trauma there. Bits and pieces. But this time was different. I dream that I die. You don’t come. That thing explodes out of me like those crime scene photos. I performed the autopsy on that body and saw what happened. That was going to become me.

“And I die to expect during all this, I am alive and I feel every sensation. I don’t know what is worse: knowing that I almost died from the virus or the chip in my neck.” Scully found herself confessing fears that she had managed to repress for the past year. “Ruskin Dam. Skyline Mountain. The cancer. And now this same Earth-based virus that we also found in Gibson Praise. What do you think it means, Mulder? It terrifies me.”

Mulder fumbled over her words in his mind. Where does he even begin? “I came here because I didn’t know where else to go. The bar…” He snorted with displeasure. “After what happened in Dallas, I was devastated. After almost losing you, well, let’s just say I got my priorities straight.”

“Priorities.”

What the hell was going on between them? “What are we doing here, Mulder?”

“What do you mean?”

“This. You come over at 4 am. Make me confess my soul.”

“It is Saturday so it’s not like we have to work.”

“We may not even have jobs.”

He held up a finger. “Prohibition period, remember? We do have jobs. We just to get to do background checks and chase shit around the country.”

“I don’t see what’s so great about it.”

“I have you. You’re still here with me. She wasn’t.”

“She?”

“Diana.”

Scully frowned at the mere mention of the name. “I still don’t see why you trust her or what you see.”

“She was there when I found the x-files. But who is here now, where she could still have a promising career in medicine despite the fact most of her patients are dead?”

“Except for one.”

Mulder smiled. “You’re still here. After all this, after all that we’ve been through. You’re the one I trust the most.” He sighed and sipped the hot toddy. “I still trust her because how could I not, Scully? But she’s not the one I went to at four am.”

She remembered going to him at the reflection pool at twilight, taking his hand, a wordless promise to each other. “Touché.” She relaxed. “Look, I’m sure you didn’t mean that…”

“I did.”

Shit. “Let’s put a pin in that thought,” she said quickly. Mulder sat his mug on her coffee table. “Coaster.”

He grabbed two and slid them across her oak coffee table. “Why is it so hard to wrap your mind around it?”

“Well,” she began, struggling to find her voice. “There’s different types of love. You love me like a friend, a sister, a comrade…”

“And then are is also the type between…”

He said this as she was trying to put her mug on the table but, uncharacteristically, the mug fumbled, spilling all over the table. “Shit.” The hot tea burned her hands and Mulder was already rushing back into her kitchen, grabbing towels and the ice pack. “Mulder…”

“I got it.”

He quickly cleaned up the mess and Scully took the extra towels. She wiped the mess off her hands and frowned at the red swelling starting on her knuckles. Mulder wrapped the ice pack in another towel and took her hands. “Mulder.”

“I gotcha, Scully.”

“Mulder, I’m fine.”

“Will you just let me?” The sharpness of his voice silenced her as he took her hands gently and held the ice pack against it. “I know you want to be this badass FBI agent…”

“Want to?”

“I know you are a big, badass FBI agent. Just let me for once?”

“Fine.”

They sat in silence as Mulder held the ice pack over the top of her hands. She cleared her throat. “I meant what I said, Scully. I do love you.”

She scoffed. “I’m sure.”

“You aren’t a replacement.”

Scully shook her head, refusing to believe him. “You always do this.”

“Do what?”

“Twist words.” She tried to pull her hands away from him without success. “Mulder, let me go.”

She felt Mulder squeeze her fingers tighter. “No.” He was staring at her. Those goddamn— “Look at me, Scully.”

Why did she feel tears in her eyes? Her eyes did feel dry from lack of sleep. “No.”

“Why not?”

“I’m sick of the lies.” She rested her chin on her chest. “I’m tired of the smoke and shadows. For once, I just want someone to tell me the truth and mean it.”

Mulder sighed. She winced hearing it. “What do you want me to do, Scully?”

“Tell me the truth.” She looked

“I am.” He removed the ice pack and kissed her knuckles. “I love you. You aren’t a replacement. Nothing could replace you.”

“Then what am I to you?”

“You’re Scully.” He looked at her as if that was even a question. “When it came to Samantha, I was able to live with it. I have for 27 years. But when I lost you on Skyline mountain…” Mulder put the ice pack back on her knuckles. “I couldn’t...I didn’t know what to do. I was filled with such rage. I almost killed Duane Barry. The months during your absence, I didn’t do so well.”

Scully watched him. “You rarely talk about it.”

“Because there isn’t too much to say. I took a couple of profiling cases. Coming back to the basement office—it didn’t feel the same. It wasn’t the same.” He nodded to the small gold cross on her neck. “I wore your cross when you were gone.”

She remained quiet.

He snorted derision and looked down at their hands. “It’s stupid. There was a point, right after you came back, that X wanted me to just take a plane ticket and leave you and forget everything. You. The x-files. The shadowy men without names. Everything.” He adjusted the ice pack. “And maybe, at one time I would, but not when it came to you.”

“Do you know why seeing run off with Agent Fowley hurt me?”

“Why?”

“It’s our work,” she specified, emphasizing the word ‘our.’ “She comes out of the woodwork and, all of the sudden, I take the backseat on this. I thought it was my science that kept you honest, Mulder.”

“Your science does,” he quickly caught himself, “quit twisting my words.”

“I’m not. My hands are fine, Mulder.”

“I guess they are.” He pulled back the ice and Scully flexed her numb hands. “Do you want another cup of tea?”

“Yes, please.”

“I left you with Gibson because I know he would be safer with you rather than Diana.”

“Yet, I still lost him.”

“No. He was at the nuclear facility. I have a hunch he is safe.” Mulder looked over his shoulder. “How generous, Special Agent Doctor?”

“Shut up. Make it a generous one.”

Mulder smiled and called, “Did you know I was a bartender for a couple of months in Oxford?” Scully’s mind was trying to reel with everything that was happening. But she forced her insecurities into the backseat and let Mulder take the lead. He frowned “If I were just here for something else, we’d be halfway across the country right now.”

“I don’t know if that is a good or bad thing, Mulder.” Scully watched the tv, flinching at a particularly gory scene with a face hugger. “Do you have nightmares?”

“Hm?” Mulder shrugged with his back to her. “Sometimes. That’s one of the reasons why I don’t sleep.”

Scully was quiet as Mulder returned to her with a new mug of hot Chai tea. She took it and sipped the mug. “Good. Thank you.”

“And for the record, Scully, the nightmares aren’t just of Samantha. It’s you too.”

She closed her eyes, annoyed with this vein of conversation. “Is that why you decided to profess your undying love?”

“I thought it was a good moment. But that’s not all of it.” Mulder rejoined her on the couch. “Are you ready to talk about that?”

“I still think you’re full of shit.”

He laughed and sipped his hot toddy. “That’s why my eyes are brown.”

“Hazel.”

“I’m only half full of shit then.”

Scully snorted into her drink. “I honestly don’t know what to believe.”

“I want to believe,” Mulder teased in a fake E.T. voice. She snickered playfully and slapped his thighs. “See? Made you smile. Careful. It might stay that way, Scully.”

“Shut up.”

“Okay,” he said. He checked his watch. “It is almost 4:30 am, Agent Scully. Your guest is intoxicated. What are you going to do?”

“I thought we were having a sleepover?”

“Did I say that?”

“You’re words, not mine.”

“At least take off your shoes.”

She heard Mulder kick them off and he grabbed the remote. He changed the tv to the Sports Channel. After seeing raise a questioning eyebrow, he shrugged. “So, do you watch Sports Center or a movie to fall asleep to?”

“What happened to Truth or Dare?”

“Okay, truth, or dare?”

“Dare,” she said.

“I dare you to have a sleepover on your couch.” That eyebrow. “Just...whatever we are, Scully.”

After a few moments of hesitation, she nodded. Scully felt him squeeze her hands and smile. She stood still like a painting. He smiled at her and she forced herself to return it. Mulder unwound her like a knotted piece of string and lounged himself. Despite their height differences and oppositeness, they still were made for each other. Scully found herself curling up next to him as he grabbed the remote and changing it to a 4 am playing of ‘Mystery Science Theatre 3000.’ Mulder grabbed a knitted, over large Afghan from the back of her couch to tuck around them.

“What does this say to you, Agent Mulder?”

“I love you,” he whispered. He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “And I tell you without hesitation.”

Scully was quiet. “Why did you come here again?”

“There’s nowhere else where I would rather be.”

“Good enough for now.”

Scully quickly ran through possible scenarios. What did she have to lose? Everything. “This won’t change anything.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to lose us,” she replied cautiously.

“This will change nothing. If not, only for the better.”

She wisely chose not to say anything. She tried to relax but she shook her head. She pushed away towards the other end of the couch. There was a visible look of hurt on his face. “It’s not you,” she replied quickly.

“Yeah, I’ve heard it before. It’s me.”

“For once, it’s is me, Mulder. I can’t...I can’t get past my insecurities.”

“What insecurities?”

She ghosted him a smile. “The hallway? Either we have really bad timing or bees don’t like us.”

“Or?”

“You mentioned it earlier. I don’t want to be a replacement for Samantha or her…”

“Her?” It took a moment for Mulder to recognize what she was telling him. “Why do you say that?”

“I overheard what you said to Arizona. She’s staying on the x-files because it’s the best way to represent your interests. Before that, when we still had the office, I caught you all holding hands. She seemed so excited about something. That is when I called you. I told you I was driving back. I was just sitting in the car in the garage outside.”

“Watching in the shadows?” Mulder sighed. “Scully…”

“I feel like I’ve been on the outside a lot lately.” She sipped her hot toddy, the alcohol burning in the back of her throat. “So I can’t help but feel somewhat insecure. Just talking about it…” She snorted into her mug of tea. “It’s taking a lot.”

“I can understand that.”

“Do you?”

He hesitated. “I...like to think so.” Mulder leaned forward. “I know things have been tough. Honestly, I’m surprised you’re still here.”

She titled her head in question. “What do you mean?”

“I thought that you have left. Maybe try to go back to Quantico or quit the FBI all together.”

“I almost did that night when they told me Salt Lake City. But you’re my partner, Mulder. It’s as simple as that.”

He took her free hand and entwined their fingers. “And for that, I am grateful for that of every moment of every day. Do you want to know the difference between you and her?”

“Our heights?”

Mulder snorted in muted laughter. “I guess, physically, but where it counts, you tower above her.”

She arched a skeptical eyebrow.

“She left me. No warning or note. Just up and left. I haven’t been in contact with her since she left. She wouldn’t have chased me like you have or been thrown in contempt of Congress for lying to save my ass.” Scully smiled as she looked down. “She wouldn’t have thrown everything out the window to deal with her crazy partner. You are so much more than she was, or is, Scully.” He brushed her hair out of her face. “And I have never loved anyone more than I love you. Truth. I meant what I said in that hospital. I love you.”

“You really overcomplicate things.”

Mulder shrugged and grinned. “So, Scully, where does this leave us?”

The insecurities raged inside her and she averted her gaze. “I’ve had nightmares about this too,” she said softly.

“Why does it always feel like we are watching from the shadows?” He asked her softly. “Especially in our nightmares? We feel like we don’t have control?”

“I don’t know. I thought you were supposed to be the psychologist?”

“It was rhetorical.”

“I know.” She sighed and looked at the tv for a distraction. “After all we’ve been through, Mulder…”

“What about it?”

“I do love you.” She said as quickly exhaled so it came out in a jumble of words. Scully doubted he had heard her. But his playful grin suggested otherwise. “You heard it?”

“Ears like a fox.”

Mulder bent forward again to kiss her again, forgoing all shyness. She felt him bring her closer, snaking his arms around her. He sighed audibly before she returned it with much gusto. Senses alight for both of them, Scully managed to be the level headed one between them both. “Mulder,” she breathed. “I hardly think this is the place?”

He pulled back and blinked in confusion. His senses were drunk off her that it was heard from him to make sense. “What?”

“I don’t think the couch Is the best place for this.”

“Why?”

He was only now capable of single-word answers and questions. She smiled. She felt lighter. The nightmares that had plagued the back of her mind for months now seemed like a distant memory. “Just because.”

It seemed like she was incapable of speaking too. She pushed the Afgan aside and got to her feet. The cups were forgotten and Mulder clicked off the television. Words failed them but their unspoken communication did otherwise. He took her hand and squeezed. “Are you certain?”

“No,” she admitted truthfully, “but I know what I feel. I’ve learned to trust my instincts.”

Mulder smiled. She led him to her bedroom. She kept the lamp near her bed on and he looked at her tossed sheets. He exhaled, letting out a heavy sigh. “I wish you would have told me sooner.”

“What would you have done, Mulder?”

“Acted sooner.”

“Well, you’re here now, right?”

“Of course. You haven’t kicked me out yet.”

“I’m not planning to.”

Scully took his hands and pulled him closer. She felt emboldened and the room felt hotter than it was. He smiled. “So…” She grabbed him by the scruff of his t-shirt and pulled him downwards. Mulder’s spine protested but he didn’t care. Let Scully take the lead. His arms reached downwards to bring her closer. Suddenly, she felt frozen. Just a second ago she had felt so confident. Now, she was unsure. “What’s wrong?”

“Are you certain about this?” Her voice was soft but the lingering hesitation could be heard. “About this thing between us?”

“Yes, I’m more certain than anything else.”

“Okay.” There was another pause. “So...how do we do this?”

“We just do,” he laughed.

She shook her head and said, “Isn’t this better than a stakeout, watching in the shadows for some would-be informant, and then finding out it was a waste of time.”

“Scully, are you proposing role-playing?”

“No. It’s just…” She laughed despite herself. “I never imagined this.”

“Are you certain you want to go through with this? You don’t have to if you’re…”

“No, I want this.”

Mulder kissed her softly at first but deepened it. He walked her backward to her bed until she bumped up against it. Mulder smiled as pushed her to sit down. “It’s, uh, been a while.”

“Same.”

He sat next to her and laughed. “I expected this to be different.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re going to do this, aren’t we? I expected it to be a bit more...fevered? And look at us, like two scared virgins.”

Scully laughed. “So, Mulder, do you want me to take the lead?”

He rolled his eyes. “Or we can just go back to watching TV. I’m sorry. I guess it’s the sleep deprivation talking.”

“We aren’t watching TV. I thought we were having a sleepover. At some point, we do have to sleep.” She got to her knees and pushed him onto his back. “Besides, Mulder, we’ve come this far. When have we ever done anything halfway?”

“What have you done with Dana Scully?”

“Invasion of the body snatchers?”

Scully felt her courage return. She swung her leg over his hip and straddled him. “Now, correct me if I’m wrong but I don’t remember this being a part of a sleepover.”

“Well, it’s a thing between partners, right?”

She slid lower, squeezing her thighs in the process. He grunted in response. “Right. I’m not complaining by the way. I was just stating.”

She hummed. She was alight was all new sensations. Mulder let his hands drop to her waist. “I like those pajamas by the way. It’s not silk for once.”

“Cotton.”

“Huh.”

“My mom says…”

He couldn’t take it anymore. “I don’t care what your mother said.”

His long arms twisted around her and pulled her down. She braced herself, sticking her hands out on either side of his head to brace the impact. She collided into an Earth-shattering kiss. Stranger thing how time and physics worked. She sighed happily as her tongue delved into his mouth. This was good. “This is wonderful,” she whispered between breaths.

“Do you know what makes this better?”

“What?”

“Give me some control?” She paused. “Do you trust me, Scully?

“Yes.”

He smiled. “You know that you’re the only one I trust, right?”

“Do you?”

Instead of answering her, he skillfully changed their positions so she was laying on her back and he was laying on her side. His left hand carefully undid the button down her pajama top. She breathed sharply at the first contact of his fingertips caressing the swell of her breast. “I do.” He watched her thoughtfully. “You see, before you...I had a few partners. They came and went. It was like they wanted nothing to do with me. But you...you challenged me, you made me better. I can’t place the exact moment but it may have been laughing with you in that graveyard in Oregon at five o’clock in the morning.”

She hissed at his touches. “That was nearly six years ago.”

“So, I like a slow burn. I have never felt this way about anyone except you.” She laughed but she bit her lips to keep herself from crying out. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Do your nightmares involve this, Scully?”

“I don’t let myself indulge in such fantasies.”

“Why not?”

He was growing bolder with his explorations. She sighed and closed her eyes. “Lately, with everything, I don’t know.”

“What do you say we change that?”

He bent down to kiss her again and pushed up on her top. He wasn’t rushing nor did she mean his slow advances. Soon, she found herself growing restless. “Mulder?”

“Hmmm?”

“Enough of this. Let’s finish this.”

This is not how neither one of them imagined things. Scully had it imagined it fast and quick after the turmoil from a case. Mulder, on the other hand, imagined it slow after one night of verbally sparing with one another. Who needed guidance when you had your better half?

The lamp remained on. There was no hiding from this. Six years of tension resolved.

The clothes were peeled artfully like it was nothing new. She laughed between their kisses. “At least I don’t have to save you this time.”

He suckled her hungrily. “You already did. A long time ago.”

Mulder reached to turn out the light on her nightstand and Scully grabbed his wrist, stopping him. “No, leave it on.”

The first time was always awkward. They both remembered being told that my friends when they were teenagers. “I expected this to be different,” he admitted.

“Mulder, shut up.”

“This has got to be a sleepover for the record books.”

At the clock turned 5:00 and the red numbers faded against the lamplight, Mulder continued. Clothes were shed, and they crawled beneath the covers. The fire ignited and fears were extinguished. Gone was the cold that plagued the nightmares and shadows that kept them in hiding. Their bodies entwined, just as their souls had been for years.

Their ecstasy came to a crescendo as Scully felt her last orgasm leave her and Mulder followed soon after. He was laughing as he rolled off to the side and she grinned like a fool. He started to laugh too and any tension that remained fade as she came down from her high.

“Well, I certainly don’t remember sleepovers being like that,” he remarked.

Scully could hear the fatigue in his voice, finally evident from someone who had not slept in over 24 hours. She smiled goofily and nodded toward the window. “The sun is coming up.”

“How can you tell?”

“It’s summer and during that time, the sun comes through the window sometimes. It’s been so long. I can’t remember the last time I stayed in bed this late.”

“We haven’t been here that late.” He yawned and pulled her closer. “Where are you going?”

“Give me a sec.”

She reached to turn out the light and moved to get out of bed. “Where do you think you’re going? And why did you turn out the light?”

“Because, Mulder, this is supposed to be a sleepover,” she said, “and we need to sleep.”

“And based on what scientific evidence?”

“I’m a doctor.”

He watched her jog nude across the bedroom in the dark shadows to open up the blinds slightly to let in the morning light. She rushed back to bed. “Oh, your cold,” he complained.

“Knock it off.”

Scully reclaimed her spot next to him. They both turned beneath the covers to face the newly opened blinds as the early morning light began to shine through. “No more shadows, Scully.”

“No more shadows.”

[snorlaxlovesme]

you’d come over, right?

Ronan's world ended months ago, when the person he loved most left without a goodbye. And now, with the actual apocalypse on his doorstep, coping isn't coming easy.

Pynch. Angst. (With a happy ending. Ish.) ~3k words 

Sometimes you listen to sad pop songs and get inspired to burn down the entire world in the TRC/Dreamer Trilogy franchise just for the sole purpose of pynch reunion hugs. That’s normal, right? 

(note: this fic is unrelated to the plot of the Dreamer Trilogy, this apocalypse was not caused by Ronan Lynch)

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The earth vibrated beneath Ronan’s feet, and he knew he didn’t have much time. The goats were still in the fields and the pole barn was still open and his car was still parked in the driveway and none of that should have mattered. But during the goddamn apocalypse he didn’t know what to do, so he grabbed two pygmy goats by the horns and dragged them towards the second barn, trying not to look at the blood red sky or the smoke coming from the east. They kicked viciously and shrieked in fear, chilling Ronan to the bone. While he knew it wouldn’t do them any good, the barn would not save them from the impending doom raining down on them, he chucked them in the pen with the rest of them and ran back to the fields for more.

He was alone. Opal was in Lindenmere right now, which might be safer, maybe, and Declan and Matthew were in D.C. He hadn’t heard from them in days, so for all he knew they could already be—

He grabbed more goats.

The air crackled with an electric charge that could have meant an oncoming thunderstorm, because of course there’d be a storm, and Ronan hastened his wrangling, feeling the goats’ animal terror almost more strongly than his own. The least he could do was get them inside. It was better than nothing. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck despite the cold wind whipping around him, and he grabbed the last goat, a small thing frozen in petrified fear. He gathered her in his arms and wished he could do more to help. Murmuring words of encouragement to a fucking goat, he ran back to the second barn and put her with the others, locking the metal pin on their enclosure and looking at them for what was probably the last time before running back outside.

After shutting up the pole barn (it would do them no good) Ronan raced towards his car. There was no point to any of this, but the panic igniting his nerves was causing his mind to do stupid shit, like desperately saving goats or refusing to leave his father’s car in the driveway when ground was shaking as badly as it was. He could barely stay on his feet as he tried to navigate the crushed gravel path to the car. He needed to get it into the garage, then everything would be in its place when the ground finally split, or the lighting struck, or the sulfurous smell of fire finally approached the house. His life would end full of regrets, things he could never hope to change now, but the least he could do was move the damn car.

He ripped open the driver’s side door and slammed it closed. It was quieter inside, without the reedy screeching of the wind, and somehow that made it worse. If the sky wasn’t pulsing like a punctured artery he could almost convince himself that this wasn’t happening. That Ronan was tumbling into this car with another body, hot and heady with lust and laughing when he hit his head on the visor like he always did. Ronan had spent months trying to forget rolling down blue coveralls and the smell of gasoline mixed with sweat, but what is certain death without painful flashbacks? He threw the car into reverse and let them play out, knowing that it would be the last time.

The painfully attractive snickering as he tried to pull legs from oil-stained pantlegs, the “What’re you doin’ down there? I thought you were good at this” because the asshole loved making fun of him and loved torturing him with his Henrietta accent in the worst possible moments. Car sex is something that should never be allowed outside of movies; there’s no room and it hurts your neck and your stupid boyfriend will spend the next three months poking fun at you for wanting it before leaving in the dead of night for Harvard and never coming back.

Not the most eloquent of goodbyes, but it wasn’t the most eloquent of fights that caused him to leave either. Selfishness is what it came down to, from both of them, like it always did. When you can’t see why something so unimportant to you could mean the world to someone else, how could you possibly expect a relationship like that to last?

Something under the car bumped and Ronan gripped the gearshift tighter. Maybe he didn’t have time for regrets right now.

Jesus fucking Christ, for all the time he spent dreaming this place into fantastical perfection, he never bothered to put an automatic opener on the garage door. Ronan tore out of the car and grabbed at the tiny handle at the bottom of the garage door and pulled. Nothing.

The key. The goddamned key. It was back in the house.

He was sprinting again, to the farmhouse this time, tripping over his own feet when the ground pitched and shifted. What normally looked like an idyllic country home now looked marred with horror. The earthquakes had shattered two of the windows. The wind had ripped away at the shutters that he didn’t even bother to close. The swelling storm clouds gathering behind it in the distance were coming closer. He wished he would have paid more attention to how the house looked before this. Ronan Lynch, known for his attention and care in the details, for dreaming up perfect facsimiles of objects beyond anything the human mind could comprehend, had never given proper attention to the way the front door of his childhood house looked in the light of the golden sun, and he regretted it now as the sky painted his house a dismal burgundy, the sun long gone in favor of a crime scene.

The house was dark, not that he expected any different. The power was the first thing to go, the first sign of the end of times. Because of course electricity is the thing people cared about most. They dismissed the shaking ground along no perceivable fault line just fine, rolled their eyes as twisters ripped their way through the most populated metropolitan areas, but when the blackout happened it’s like everyone knew.

If Ronan could dream up power for the whole world to get back on its feet again, he would’ve. But all he had instead was this: a dreamt phone with unlimited battery life that was just about as useful as a normal fucking flashlight. He unlocked the screen for the millionth time and wished that a call would come through, a text, anything, but it remained miserably silent. No power equaled no working towers. Not that he’d be getting any calls regardless. He’d burned too many bridges for goodbyes at this point.

He turned on the flashlight feature and swung the beam of light around the living room, searching for the key to the garage. A loud BANG caused him to flinch instinctively. Debris was hitting the siding on the house. God, he hadn’t even shut the door to the BMW before coming here. It could be smashed to bits now for all he knew. This was pointless. But it was all Ronan had, so he searched for the stupid key. He scraped furniture legs on the hardwood floor and ripped cushions from couches, a human disaster blowing through before anything outside could wreak havoc on this place. It made sense that the final moments he had in here would be destruction. Lynches were best at that.

The outside world howled away, and Ronan wished for one more moment of peaceful quiet. He missed this place at its most serene, right before sunrise when he was gearing up for chores in the Barns. He missed the morning coffee, pressed shoulder to shoulder kitchen, the “there’s a Starbucks in town, you know” and the “yours is better” conversations whispered as they gazed out the window and watched the steam rise from the fields. That could have meant “I can’t afford Starbucks coffee” but Ronan always took it to mean “I can’t afford to miss out on mornings with you,” whether that was the intention or not.

But even that couldn’t last, not with Lynch Destruction running through his veins, proud and true. Soon morning coffee turned to shouting matches over dinner. “Your dreams are what make you special” became “You have to face reality, Ronan,” and that just wasn’t a problem he could fix with another dreamt gift. So he didn’t fix it. His father taught him to hit where it would hurt the most, and without laying a single finger on that perfect head he dealt the finishing blow.

“For someone so worldly you don’t seem to have a hard time mooching off of me,” he’d parsed evenly, knowing that a controlled tone would mean more than a shout. And it did. The headlights of the shitbox shined through their bedroom window as it backed out of the driveway for the final time that night, and Ronan watched it leave without a word.

Another bang, quieter this time, came from the front door, startling Ronan. Maybe the twisters would take him out before the fires could. Maybe his house would collapse before he could see the sky open up and lightning rain down. Trying to pinpoint when it was going to end was almost worse than the actual ending, in a way. He knew that better than most.

The door bang ed again, and the flashlight beam finally illuminated the garage key, dangling from a Harvard lanyard, of all fucking things, hung on a hook in the kitchen. If he got the car in the garage, everything would be fine. Then he could die peacefully amongst the rubble, knowing he had checked off his final inane task on his apocalypse to-do list.

He ripped open the front door, keys in hand, and almost ran straight into Adam Parrish, hand raised like he was going to continue politely knocking even as the world crashed down around him.

“Parrish?” Ronan asked, skidding almost cartoonishly to a stop. This wasn’t real. Of all the unreal things that had happened today, Adam Parrish standing on his front porch was the unreal-est.

His colorless hair was whipped into a frenzied mess from the aggressive gales. His faded Harvard sweatshirt was mucked and ripped. And his face. Ronan never thought he’d see it again, and here it was in front of him, expression bleak and desperate and just as shocked to see Ronan as Ronan was to see him.

“What are you—” was all he could utter before Adam was crushing Ronan to him, pulling him into a hug that cracked all his ribs, squeezed and splattered his heart. He had no words because he had no air, and Ronan decided he didn’t need it. Oxygen was pointless if it meant leaving Adam’s arms.

“I saw the BMW,” Adam said breathlessly in his ear. “You left the doors open and the house looked so fucking dark and I thought—I thought maybe you’d already—that I wasn’t fast enough—”

He pulled back and gripped Ronan’s face in his hands, the motion rough in execution when it probably should have been tender. It had been months. They were both out of practice with gentleness. But Ronan forgave him. He forgave him he forgave him he forgave him for every bad thing he had ever done.

“What are you doing here?” Ronan asked, still breathless, still marveling at the hands that held him and the eyes cutting through him.

Adam let out a surprised laugh. Of all things, he laughed, still holding onto Ronan’s cheeks tighter than he would have months ago, back when he still called Ronan sweetheart , before he called him fucking asshole and left him behind. They were horrible to each other, but Ronan forgave him for it all. He wanted to wrap that laugh around him like a blanket to stave off the oncoming doom.

“Have you seen what’s going on outside?” Adam said, still laughing.

“I hadn’t noticed,” Ronan said stupidly. His mind was still reeling from Adam’s presence, his heart drunk on the feeling of his calloused hands.

“Traffic was a fucking nightmare,” Adam said, and it began to sink in that amidst the chaos of, well, everything, Adam was here. He’d come back.

“Parrish,” he said. “Adam. Why—”

“Are you stupid?” Adam interrupted. Not cruelly, but angry all of a sudden, laughter gone. It seemed it was finally sinking in for him too. He was looking at the ruined Barns around them like this mess was all Ronan’s fault. “God, Ronan, you didn’t even close the shutters. Are you even taking this seriously? Do you see what’s happening? If I’d come any later you could have already been dead , do you get that?”

“Why, though?” Ronan asked. “Why did you even come all this way?”

The smell of smoke was getting stronger. The fires. He’d cleared away as much of the brush as he could around the farm, but the wind could easily carry the embers to the house. Ronan hoped the world could wait one more goddamn minute before killing him. One more minute to hear this answer.

Half of him expected another fight. They were good at that. Their friendship was built on fights so he didn’t know why he’d expected their relationship to be any different. It was all they did at the end of it, the real end of the world, the one that ended with the screen door slamming shut in the middle of the night and one half of their bed sitting vacant.

But the other half of him expected sarcasm. I left my last will and testament here and didn’t want to die without my affairs in order. They never did feelings right. If everything wasn’t wrapped up in five layers of bullshit and jokes then it wasn’t worth saying at all. The sky was falling and the fires were closing in on The Barns and Adam Parrish was impossibly here, so it only made sense for Ronan’s life to end with one final punchline.

But Adam didn’t say anything. He took his hands from Ronan’s face and brought them to his waist, thumbs resting on his hip bones delicately. His freckled face looked wrecked with an emotion that Ronan couldn’t place, but the sight of it made him want to cry.

“I had to.”

He closed his eyes when Adam kissed him, the hearth in his chest flickering with warmth for the first time since Ronan made the decision not to go after Adam that night. He let himself be kissed like they were 18 and still madly in love. Like they had actually been meant for each other. Like he was worth coming back to.

The crack of thunder made them flinch.

“We should go inside,” Adam whispered against Ronan’s lips. Ronan could have told him that the feeble walls weren’t going to protect them. The end wasn’t far off now, whatever that end may be, and the farmhouse protected them just as much as the now goat-less field could have. But he didn’t. He pulled Adam into the house, and wrapped his arms around him, breathing in the scent of him and wishing that the apocalypse wasn’t the only thing that could bring them back together. I love you could have fixed this. Or, even better, I’m sorry.

But this was good, too. Adam’s hands roved up and down Ronan’s body as his tongue traced his bottom lip, and Ronan imagined what would have been. If he had been smarter, if he had been kinder, if he had been less stubborn and had run after Adam that night. If he had taken the keys from his hands and told him that he’d work harder to be more understanding.  To rely less on dreams and more on the concrete. He’d tell Adam that he didn’t mean any of that shit he’d said, that he had never said anything more untrue. It would have all led to this, probably.

He could have gone on kissing Adam until the world ended (a few more minutes give or take), but there was something else he wanted to do. Slowly untangling himself from Adam, he led him by the hand to the kitchen, guiding himself through the house one last time by touch. The fingertips of his left hand grazed over wooden chairs and countertops while the fingers of his right entwined with Adam’s, warm and solid. When Adam saw him begin stoking the wood stove, he let out that surprised laugh again, bewilderment in his voice.

“I don’t know if you’re aware, but we don’t have a lot of time,” he said to Ronan. The wind was a monster outside, tearing down trees and threatening to rip the siding right off the house. Ronan ignored it.

“We have a little time.”

Something that had been knocked askew inside of him for months had finally settled back into place, and he wasn’t afraid anymore. Adam watched as he poured water into a tin kettle and placed it on the stove, the light reflecting in his eyes. It would be the last time he would do this, the last time he would do anything, probably, and he wanted the last thing on his apocalypse to-do list to matter. So Ronan pulled Adam’s favorite mug from the cabinet above the sink, the one that could have been smashed by the earthquakes or Ronan’s own anger but had survived despite the potential destruction of this house. He threw a few filters on top of the pot and looked to Adam, waiting for him to take the cue to search the pantry for the dark roast they both liked. Adam smirked at him as he passed the can of grounds to him, an expression that Ronan should have taken the time to appreciate before, when he had the time.

Ronan took the kettle from the fire and let a stream of hot water soak the grounds suspended above the pot in the shittiest version of pour-over coffee in the world. But none of that mattered after he’d finally given Adam his mug. He watched Adam breathe it in before taking a drink.

“This really is better than Starbucks, you know,” Adam said after a moment, mug still held close to his face.

Ronan barked out a laugh that almost drowned out the whistling of the wind outside. A long sip from his own mug told Ronan that the coffee tasted just as awful as it always had, but the smell of it masked the smoke from outside, and Adam’s smile masked just about every other bad thing in the entire stupid world. So Ronan sidled up beside him, pressed shoulder to shoulder, and let himself enjoy the simple pleasure of enjoying coffee with the person he loved one last time. The pole barn was probably gone by now, the BMW blown halfway across the state, but Ronan had this. Adam snaked an arm around his shoulders and Ronan let out a shaking breath.

He had this.

Ronan had Adam.

[cin-dy-moon]

chasing waterfalls || LITG tai

In which we get some more details when my MC, Minji, had some alone time with Tai on their first date.

Rated: Mature… I wanted to write more details of the infamous waterfall scene… why? Because my MC and I deserve it.

Background on my MC: Minji Song, 24, 5′6″, marine conservationist trying to research ways to prevent further coral bleaching, came to the UK from Korea to study (but she lived in the US for 8 years in her childhood).

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Minji breezed through her dates. They were fine, but like her whole time thus far, nothing that truly grabbed her attention. The whole time, her thoughts were flooded with him. In all honesty, she’d been plagued by him since his large hand pulled her into that tent. Her face flushed at the thought as she waited at that picnic table.

She’d never even dated someone like him before. Normally her boyfriends were slight in stature and her ex-girlfriend was the type to bake bread and quietly enjoy tea on rainy afternoons. Minji really thought she was shaking things up with AJ and Camilo, but then… Tai. Everything about him was big, his thighs, his arms, his lips, his eyebrows, him… He just loomed over her. It was more than distracting.

And now they were here behind the waterfall, both splashed with water, making her hair cling to her left cheek and his shirt plastered to his chest. Cheating was wrong, and technically, she was coupled up with Camilo. But her mind didn’t operate with the rules of Love Island, in the real world, she and Camilo went on a few dates and then she would meet Tai and…her moment with Camilo would be a thing of the past. Her time before drew further and further away when Tai had taken her hand in his.

She knew that she was blushing; she couldn’t help it. Tai’s entire aura felt powerful, almost menacing if you didn’t know him. She knew, however, that underneath all 6’3” rugby muscle was a man who loved pottery as well. Maybe that was why she didn’t feel intimidated standing beside him. She felt brave. Minji never had trouble standing up for herself nor did she need a man in order to be free, but she couldn’t help but be drawn by the way that Tai made her feel. After all, his hugs made you feel warm and safe.

“I love the way you sound, Minji,” he said. Her eyes glazed over with lust. That was it; she was a puddle on the floor. “Would you say something for me?”

“Like what?” She said, trying to save herself some time to figure out what in the hell she was going to say? Something flirty or funny?

Out of everything she could have said, she chose a tongue twister. Someone please come and collect her before she could say anything else embarrassing. But he laughed, he actually found it amusing.

“The first time I heard your voice, I was in the kitchen. The telly wasn’t even on very loud,” he mused. She couldn’t stop looking at his eyes, dark with the perfect amount of crinkles whenever he smiled. “I had to stop washing up and turn up the volume.”

He was closer now, feeling his warm breath on her cheek. The low, electric buzz in the air chased away her inhibitions, but her conversation with Camilo before she left kept badgering her. She went to kiss his cheek, but he captured her mouth with his.

The villa was completely gone.

One hand went straight to his neck, the other tangled up in his curls. The action engulfed her senses in flowers and sandalwood. This man even smelled good. As the kiss deepened, his hands made it to her waist, squeezing slightly, and a groan appeared at the back of his throat. Before he drew away, he nipped lightly on her bottom lip and smiled when she whimpered in response.

“I could listen to your voice all day,” he said, looking at her lips. There was a tinge of mischief in his voice, as if to say that he could listen to her voice in every form, whimpers and moans and all.

“You have a sexy voice too,” she blushed and tried to bring more of the attention away from her. The breeze and the damp cooled her off, but it couldn’t distract her from the fact that she was getting more and more slick in between her thighs. When he laughed and tucked his hair back behind his ear, her eyes followed his fingers, then they noticed how the light made his curls shine.

“But I bet you could say anything and it’d be hot,” he challenged, an eyebrow raised.

“Even if I said something unsexy like… mulch?” Minji challenged back. Even when complimented, she always enjoyed keeping people on their toes.

“Even that. Still hot,” he said playfully. She let out a breath in amusement. Challenge accepted. She leaned in, her lips almost touching his ear. She could feel him shiver.

“That’s hot all by itself,” he said, his voice low and full of desire. She smirked, taking note of all the ways she had an effect on him for the next time. If it was her voice he wanted, she might as well try her best to get him going.

“Another day, I could do this while you run your hands all over my body. My hands going from playing with your hair to traveling down your chest going further and further until I get to your zipper,” she teased, not getting to the juicier bits until he was bursting. “I’ll slowly unzip and start stroking you softly, lazily, like we’ve already done this many times before.”

His eyes looked at her, sparkling, clearly liking what he was hearing. Her fingers traced the edge of his bathing suit as she continued, “And when you’re nice and ready, I’ll climb on top of you and we can—”

Tai’s breath caught in his throat and he reached to touch her lips to quiet her. His finger didn’t leave when he said, “Oh, that sounds amazing. I hope I get to experience it soon.”

His finger was gone, but she could still feel him. Minji was impatient and wanted them to experience it now. She was fidgety with anticipation, and from how much tighter the front of Tai’s pants looked, he was feeling the same way. Minji was ready to jump, but instead, he started to speak again.

“Waterfalls are cool because they are sort of always traveling backwards,” he stated confidently. Minji was left confused, wondering how they went from dirty talk to talking about waterfalls again.

“I have no idea what you’re on about,” she confessed, praying that this wouldn’t ruin the mood they were setting. Though, it was odd that he so abruptly changed the conversation topic.

“It’s something about how the water from a waterfall rubs the rocks up there and eventually they’ll fall away and make the waterfall move backwards,” he explained. “In a few years time, this little cave will get bigger or be completely open because the waterfall would have moved backwards.” There was a pause. “I used to feel like I was never really moving forward, a bit like a waterfall. But I’ve got to say, being here with you now has totally changed that.”

A small smile graced Minji’s face. With that sentiment, Minji was glad that they didn’t rush into just getting down and dirty. Tai was already starting to feel comfortable with opening up to her. Between this and the story about him and his dad, it felt good. It wasn’t much, but it felt like the beginnings of something real. This wasn’t just a forbidden, one-time rendezvous. This was them.

The glint of mischief in his eyes was matched by her own smirk as she revealed the condom she slipped into her bra before they traversed behind the waterfall. A sudden wave of anxiety hit her.

“No pressure, but if you want to do it, I’m up for it,” the words stumbled out of her, all too eager. Minji knew that she was hot and that Tai was into her, but this small fear of rejection invaded the back of her mind.

“Ha, nice!” His eyes travelled down then back up her body. “You came prepared.”

Her cheeks flared. “I found them in the picnic hamper!”

Tai grinned as she moved closer to him, “You don’t have to ask me twice, then.” Her nerves dissipated, and her confidence rose up again.

He laid himself down onto his back and Minji took him in for a second, how the mist had clung to his chest and made it glisten, how his thighs seemed to want to spill out from beneath his jeans, how his eyes pierced into her. The man embodied temptation.

She climbed on top of him and started to kiss his neck. His smell surrounded her. It made her want to devour him. She thought that she heard him say something, but she didn’t dwell on it. He was absolutely delicious.

Minji nibbled his ear, and she could feel his hands, surprisingly soft for an athlete, go from the outer curves of her hips to her waist, inching her top higher like he was unwrapping her.

“Is this okay?” He whispered. She felt warm pressed up against his body. “Can I—”

She pressed her chest harder against his body, and felt his breath hitch as she responded, “Absolutely.”

He lifted her yellow bandeau off of her easily enough revealing her bare chest. His mouth twitches into a bigger smile.

“Is that… a nipple piercing?” He asked her, almost like this made Minji more herself, like he didn’t predict it but it made sense. Minji just shrugged.

“I had a rebellious phase while in undergrad at uni,” she explained. “I just couldn’t commit to both.”

“It’s hot.”

She leaned down and kissed him as she decided it would be his turn to show some torso, undoing his buttons and shrugging his shirt off. His tattoos were mesmerizing, taking up half his chest. She traced them down to his stomach. Tai was clearly a whole hunk of muscle, but his abs weren’t too defined. She adored it.

Minji rolled over onto her back to shimmy her pants off. Tai took the same opportunity. When their clothes were piled together far away from the spray of the waterfall, they wasted no time connecting again. She rolled back on top of him, arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders as he sat both of them up, mouths savoring one another. He was a furnace of a man, getting hotter as they kept going. His whole body blushed. She could feel him, rigid against her stomach, and as she went to bite his bottom lip and tug lightly; she felt it twitch as well. She adjusted herself so her stomach would flex against it and pulled away from the kissing to look him in the eye.

“Tell me how bad you want me,” she spoke through the lust in her throat. He looked precious, lips slightly swollen and parted.

“I need you,” he said simply. “I need to taste you.”

Like a sudden realization, he laid her down. He kissed behind her ear, to the peak of her collarbone, his lips and tongue trailing a frantic path down her body. He planted a kiss around her hip bone, which sent a shiver down her body and a moan to free itself past her lips. He glanced up quickly and noted the ways that he made her react. The next kiss was to the inner part of her thigh; he could already smell her arousal and wondered how long she’d been like this. Did he really have such an effect on her? Tai looked up, wanting to see her face.

He started with long and slow strokes of his tongue, broad strokes. Minji sighed in pleasure, arching her back against the wet moss and rocks. Something about him and this waterfall just made her feel primal and needy. She leaned her head back, arching her body a bit to adjust to the cave floor, but the view of her arching spurred Tai on. He switched to the tip of his tongue to play with her clit, inserting a finger at the same time. His strokes were growing frantic, wanting to see her completely undone. Minji let out a whine as her hand came to cover her eyes. One finger became two, and her whimpers turned into moans. His fingers moved magically within her as his tongue played with her clit. Tai relished in her noises; they motivated him to just make her louder. Let nature, the air, God, let them all know that he was the cause of her undoing.

He sucked a little harder and the sensation was becoming too much for Minji. She groaned as his mouth released from her, a small sound of protest that was quickly overtaken with a surprised gasp as he lightly blew cool air onto her overly-sensitive clit. Her legs wrapped tight around his head, and her hands found their way to his hair, urging him to finish what he had started. A grin found its way onto Tai’s features, his chin wet with her, but instead of giving into her demands, he kissed his way back up her body—once on her hip bone, another next to her belly button, the next under her left breast, the one with the piercing, before latching onto it. Tongue swirling around it, he let himself enjoy the sensation of the cool metal barbells against his tongue. She cooed in satisfaction, still using her hand to stroke his hair which was half out of his hair tie. They looked at one another at the same time, eyes darker like they had lost some kind of innocence in the discovery of each other’s bodies. One hand was still eager to have her cum and the other was slow in leading himself back up to meet her eyes, and as he kissed her lips, his thumb started to play with her clit desperately. Tai swallowed her moans for himself, devouring his favorite parts of her.

It didn’t take much more for her to cum after that. To his shock, she actually got quiet as she came. Not a sound was uttered, and yet it was clear that she was unraveling—mouth agape, hand fisted in his hair tugging slightly, eyes open, her walls clenched and pulsing around his fingers. The rush of the waterfall had disappeared when she came, only the sound was the pounding of her heartbeat. Her body released from him, and she broke out into a small laugh. His kisses peppered her face absentmindedly as he removed his fingers from her. She grabbed his hands and brought his fingers to her mouth, licking up and placing the tip of his middle finger into her mouth sucking lightly. His eyes tracked her every movement, and when her own looked up through her lashes to meet his, he knew he was in trouble.

She moved her other hand from his shoulder to between the two of them, giving him some relief. His hips bucked into her touch, hands softer than heaven. He grunted as she led him to flip over and balance his weight on his elbows, her hands still stroking him languid and firm.

Tai closed his eyes and let his head fall back, and she was keen on watching his movements. But first, she wanted to forge a path from his cheek to his neck to his shoulder. She threw her leg over his torso like she was about to mount a horse. Half of her body was still being sprayed by the waterfall, and she could barely think as she looked around for the condom. It was discarded on the ground with beads of water on the foil; she nearly struggled to get it open and slide it onto him considering that water and lube do not mix well. Once the condom was securely on, she took a breath knowing that this was it. Her eyes darted to his, wanting to see how badly he needed her too.

She placed her hands on each side of his face and kissed him deeply as she sank herself down on him. Minji couldn’t help but gasp at the sensation of feeling him filling her, nerves still alive from her orgasm before.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, his hand firmly grasped on the flesh of her ass. When she got to the hilt, she took a small second to live in this feeling of him completely surrendering to her, taming this stallion. Minji felt powerful. She started to roll her hips and bounce her ass at a rhythm that was absolutely sinful. She didn’t feel the need to ease into anything. After all, being gone for too long would raise too many suspicions, not that she would care if people knew. Tai had so fully captured her attention and desire, there was not a person who could make her regret this. Her movements started to become more dramatic, letting more of him out in order to feel the full strokes of his entire length when she guided him back in. Their foreheads were both together, a mixture of water and sweat dripping down both their foreheads, both panting. Their breath lingered and danced together, warm compared to the cooler air that surrounded them.

Tai let himself sit up, freeing his hand to grab the back of her neck as he captured her lips with his own. His tongue laid siege on hers. She felt herself clench as he was adjusting them, a response to this new, advantageously deeper angle. His moan was deep and guttural and full of anticipation of what was to come. Minji kissed his chin then up along his jaw until she was behind his ear. She placed a delicate kiss onto his earlobe before licking a small stripe along the edge. He shuddered underneath her, bringing his face down into the nape of her neck.

“You fill me so well, Tai,” she praised him, her voice low. “I want you to cum soon.”

“Holy hell, Minji,” he moaned into her neck. He started to place kisses there, fighting back the temptation to mark her there. “You’re a naughty one.”

“Did you have any suspicions that I like to play nice?” She purred, letting the feeling of him deep inside her overwhelm the slight burning sensation in her abs. Minji moved so she was leaning back more, grabbing behind her onto his shins for leverage. She smirked at him.

“You’re dangerous,” he spoke through a chuckle.

“Life’s too boring otherwise,” she stated plainly, letting her movements increase in force. It gave her tits more of a bounce, which Tai appreciated. He took the opportunity to palm at them, squeezing them, finding out more and more about her body. Her eyes could flash through ten different emotions in a moment, and then the next you’re stuck wondering where her head was at. But now, as she was riding him into complete bliss, her eyes said one thing and Tai was sure of it: in this moment, she was his. He paid attention to where the creases appeared and disappeared in her waist as she moved, the way she was slowly losing her nerve as she got closer to her climax, how honestly she took control. She was bold and knew exactly what she wanted. In this moment, he was what she wanted. What a woman.

Their moans were getting more frequent, reverberating off cave walls. She loved how vocal he was, basking in it. Of course, this would be one of the only times they could be completely uninhibited. They might as well savor it. Her eyes were closed, memorizing the feeling of this, of him inside her and the echo of the cave—the way their bodies felt with one another. The air around them felt electric; a storm brewing. Thunder rolling under their skin.

“Minji,” he mewed, almost like a whine. She brought a hand to the side of his face and looked him in the eye.

“Just like that… like that,” she managed between breaths. Bringing her face towards his, she was aiming to kiss him, but his dick… this man… was intoxicating. Instead, she rested her forehead on his shoulder. Tai took the opportunity to rest his head against hers. Her arms wrapped around him, hands grasping against his muscular back.

Lightning struck.

It moved from deep within her, up her spine, and shot out from behind her eyes. Sparks. Her honest moans were quieted with the rush of her orgasm. She could feel how she pulsated around him, urging him to follow suit. It was overwhelming, which hindered her movements. Tai was fully focused on her undoing, leaning into her orgasm and using it to his advantage.

“Fuck—” he muttered before spilling over. “Holy fuck.”

Minji hummed in approval, feeling the aftershocks slowly subsiding. She placed kisses up his shoulder. When she planted one on his lips she sighed, content. Tai’s hand bunched into her hair, soft and smelling of peaches. His tongue traced her bottom lip. Taking the hint, she let her mouth open to his, deepening the kiss and teasing the possibility of revving up for a round two. But there wasn’t time, and she couldn’t afford to spend another moment in his arms, her skin haunted with his lingering scent.

“Wow,” he complimented both of their efforts. She winked as she rolled off of him, taking a moment to lay down and give herself a moment to recover.

“Wow,” she echoed, a smile on her face.

“Doing it behind a waterfall,” Tai mused, making a tick in the air. “Check.”

She chuckled breathlessly, “Bucket list completed.” She sprawled her arms out and closed her eyes as if preparing herself for something, “I’m ready now.”

“Well, if you don’t mind waiting, I need you alive if we’re going to finally shake things up in the villa,” Tai said poking her cheek playfully. She opened one eye to look at him. “I also don’t want it to seem like I just killed you with my penis.”

She burst into laughter, her smile reaching her eyes. “Murder, that would certainly kill the mood for the others,” she agreed, sitting up to get dressed again. He followed her. His presence was hard to not notice. He kissed her shoulder.

“We have to go back,” she reminded him gently. She only heard him sigh in response.

“Then we better go.”

[packsbeforesnacks]

Tongue Twister || Noah & Winn

TIMING: Saturday, June 20th, 2020, during and after Luke and Layla’s party. LOCATION: The Magic Circle & Creed Park PARTIES: @noah-kalani & @packsbeforesnacks SUMMARY: Noah and Winn figure some things out over a game of Twister. Things escalate. WARNINGS: Rated M for Mature. At least three (3) boners and some brief heavy petting.

Walking into the Magic Circle, Noah unbuttoned the last button on his yellow “Hawaiian” shirt, chest now actually bare against his blue boardshorts. He knew coming as a “surfer” might be a bit of a stretch for this crowd, but having lived in the jockiest of jock outfits for years he didn’t feel the least bit drawn to a hot football jersey. Or any other jersey for that matter. Nodding at the others, Noah headed towards the bar, chatting and drinking with Miles, Nate, Otto, and Luke, happy in the atmosphere of the party.

Winn, contrary to popular opinion, really hated bein’ late to shit. But Ariana’s damn Black Cherry White Claws had been a former frat bro’s living nightmare to find. At least he was here now, before the cake cutting. A light sheen of sweat on his arms and cheeks was the only sign that he’d been runnin’ around. Hiis (mesh) shirt helped with that problem, thankfully. Parties were always hot and Winn refused to sweat his ass off if he didn’t have to. He wasn’t wearin’ much else — rainbow track shorts, sneakers (hockey players didn’t have cleats and he wasn’t going to waste the money), and the looongest White Boy socks he could find. Winn dropped his cooler by the door (he’d find Ari in a sec), and his eyes immediately found Noah. Despite his, ugh, crush, he never could resist a surprise bear hug. He rushed the man, squeezing him from behind in the most heterosexual way. “Boo.”

Turning around to find out who was hugging him, Noah smiled. “Winn, you’re here!” he exclaimed with a bit of giddy excitement. “What do you want to drink? Nate just had a shot. And then there’s Twister and stuff over there.” Noah pointed to the corner where others were already starting to go at it.

Winn squeezed tightly, inhaling Noah’s scent. “Bro, you smell… really good?” He smiled, soft and sappy, before realizing that he was absolutely showing his hand. He let go of Noah as subtly as possible, nodding at— “Oh, shit, Otto? Wild place to meet up? And, hey, Blackthorne! Small world, architect bro!”

Letting Winn do his sniffing thing, Noah just took a long gulp of his beer. “It’s a party, dude, of course I smell great.” He snorted playfully. As Winn talked with his friends, Noah downed his beer, beelining for the Twister mat. He did not come practically shirtless for nothing. The Twister game was easy enough for Noah, as his body contorted into various shapes. What was the hard part was trying not to go down as the others fell around him. He was lucky that while others were also athletic, they didn’t have the ability to hold their position quite like Noah. And just as soon as it started, they were down to just Lucas and Noah. Knowing that the competition was going to be stiff with another athletic bro in the mix, Noah took a risk, deciding to play a little dirty, jiggling his pecs directly into Lucas’s face. And down Lucas went, unable to resist ogling at a few of Noah’s assets. Releasing his pretzeled bodyc Noah listened to the cheers with a grin on his face as Otto claimed him the Twister champion.  

Winn turned away from the counter, away from Otto, Miles, and Nate, just in time to see Luke and Noah duking it out on the magical (?) Twister board. Immediately, he wished he hadn’t. ‘Cause Noah was playin’ dirty on the hapless bisexual man beneath (and on top of?) him. So, Winn saw Noah wiggle his pecs, saw Noah win based on the strength of bein’ fucking gorgeous and charming. His mouth ran dry, drier when Miles joked “You know, might want to ease up on the pec wiggling. Lot of folks wearin’ sweats and trackpants.” Winn needed a drink, but Otto was moving out from behind the counter to declare the winner, and… Was it hot in here? It was hot in here. (He was wearing mesh and the jock equivalent of booty shorts, he knew. But it was, like, definitely just hot.) Pull it together, Winner.

Grabbing his shirt from the side of the mat, Noah couldn’t help but to grin as he threw it back over his shoulders. He honestly had not planned to flex hard enough to make poor Luke fall, but at the same time he was glad his assets had somehow come in handy — especially as Otto declared him the de facto winner. Riding the endorphin high, Noah gave a few back pats and good games before sauntering over to the one person he really wanted to talk to right now. “You saw that, right?” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at Winn, dimples on display. He wasn’t exactly sure why he wanted Winn’s attention, but goddamn if he wasn’t going to get something out of the usually flirtatious Winner Lycus Woods tonight.

“Um,” Winn said, extremely intelligently. Okay, bro mode. Go bro mode. “I saw you destroy the birthday boy, brah!” He bro-hugged Noah, giving him two slaps on his — wait, shit, shirtless — back, before pulling back and grinning wildly at the other man. “Who knew you were so flexible, yeah?�� Wait. Gay. Gay as shit. Backtrack. “I mean, other than all those girls you bag, hahaha!” Laughing too loud again. Why the fuck had Noah come over here, flashed those dimples? Why couldn’t Winn fucking control his stupid ass around a cute boy. A cute, straight boy. Damn it. He was spared further mortification by the cake-cutting being called. He gave Noah another bro-pounding on the back for good measure — his skin was hot and nice — and said, “Cake? I made the fuckin’ thing, I should get the fuckin’ thing, yeah? YEAH!”

Looking at Winn, Noah raised a slight eyebrow, trying not to look too concerned for the man in front of him. This wasn’t like Winn at all. Like yeah, he was still flirty Winn. But the usual finesse seemed to be gone and was replaced by an almost uncomfortable awkwardness. And especially as he started talking about Noah’s body count. “Not that I would ever be one to dismiss my sexual prowess, but I think the thanks goes more toward all the Physical Therapists I’ve seen over the years. You think Twister’s bad, wait till one of those dudes has you on a table.” He chuckled, before the announcement about cake was made. “Oh yeah, I forgot Ari said you made the cake!” Excited about the prospect of stuffing his face (and potentially smashing someone's face in a piece), Noah found his hand resting on Winn’s lower back, cheekily pushing the other in front of him. “Lead the way, stud.”

“Not the way I want dudes to have me on a table, Noh,” Winn said automatically, trying to recover from the goddamn travesty that had taken over his social skills. But then, Noah’s hand was on his back, and Winn wanted to swear aloud. They were friends. Winn shouldn’t be flinching away from his friend’s touch, too scared of liking it. Liking it too much. But flinch he did, darting forward a full foot away from Noah’s hand the moment he heard stud come out of Noah’s mouth. Winn tried to save it, a strained “Race you?” to his friend, but it was flimsy at best. The table was close. He scrolled through better excuses. Bathroom? No, he’d miss the cake-cutting. Lean into the physical affection? No, he’d explode. Literally explode. But, fuck, he needed air, needed away from Noah. The problem was, he didn’t want to be away from Noah. He put some distance between them as they made their way over, hoping it wasn’t… obvious. He’d told Blanche and Ricky, he didn’t want to hurt this friendship. He didn’t. But… Fuck, maybe he needed some space. For a while.

Noah was not known to be one of the most astute of people, but he definitely was not dumb, and Winn was definitely being weird. Like super weird. Like he was even flinching away from his touch weird . What the actual fuck. Grabbing his shoulder Noah gently stopped Winn from moving any further, coming up to face him. “Winn, what’s going on with you?” he asked quietly, hoping his eyes screamed sincerity. Had he done something wrong? Shit. He’d done something wrong hadn’t he.

But no, Winn couldn’t do that to Noah. Not after his stupid misunderstanding. Not after Noah had poured his heart out to Winn. Noah deserved to know, and Winn would have picked a better time for this, but… He felt a hand on his shoulder, and then Noah was in front of him. Winn looked into his friend’s eyes. And he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t find it in him to lie, not looking into those eyes, again. “I need to talk to you about something,” he said, he hoped, quietly and evenly. “I’m not breaking my promise,” he tried to assure, but realized that might sound bad. “That’s not even a possibility, Noh.” His throat was scratchy a bit, but he wouldn’t be the world’s worst packmate and make a scene at his friends’ birthday party. The pack had had enough misery, he wouldn’t add his own to the pile. “Let’s… Would you mind stayin’ after the party, for a little bit? We could, um, take a walk. Sober.” As much as Winn wanted liquid courage, he needed to be stronger than this. For himself, and for Noah.

Taking in everything, Noah felt his heart start to beat wildly. “We need to talk” was not exactly the most calming phrase in the history of phrases, especially when it was accompanied by Winn acting weird and bringing up his running incident again. And sober? Why the fuck did he want him sober? Resisting the urge to just flat out refuse to hear Winn out (because fuck fucking Winn and his mood killing vibe), Noah removed the shirt from around his shoulders, and started shoving his arms through, already feeling too vulnerable and bare for this right now. “It's fine. We can definitely talk later.” He nodded, as he resumed walking toward the cake. Looks like he was gonna need like 3 pieces if Winn wanted him to get through this night sober.

“Hey, hey,” Winn said, already knowing the signs of Noah tightening up, heard Noah’s heart slamming in his chest. He grabbed Noah’s hand as he was walking away, pulling the other man back again and giving his hand a firm squeeze. (Gay, his mind screamed.) “Seriously, Noh. Things are good. Really good, I promise. Let’s just act like we’re hangin’ out all chill-like. And you looked great without a shirt, bro.” There. Cool. Easy. Winn smiled, straightening up, and turned back to the cake-side of the room. Okay, change of plans. Don’t leave Noah’s side for long. Winn kept Noah’s hand tight in his, running circles and lines with his thumb, pulling him towards the cake. After the cutting (and where the hell was Layla?), Winn grabbed a piece of the cake (that he definitely couldn’t eat) and resolved to be the smooth, easy Winner everyone was expecting. Noah was always in his sight, and on his mind, the calm gravity of the other man leading him back again and again (he even refilled the man’s cake plate with his own slice). As the night dragged on, Winn loosened up, little by little. “Wanna play some Twister?” he asked, eventually, wiggling his eyebrows.

Feeling the tug of a hand intertwining with his, Noah allowed himself to be forcibly turned back, fully expecting to have a goddamn meltdown, lovers quarrel, whatever the fuck this was, right in the middle of the fucking birthday party. But when he looked at Winn, and listened to him qualify a bit more that this was going to be a good talk Noah could feel his anxiety and anger dissipate slightly. Winn wasn’t trying to hurt him, or make him upset, Winn was... reassuring him? Woah. Noah stared straight at Winn, mouth opening and then closing, any sort of rebuttal dying on his tongue at this sudden realization. Nodding, Noah just turned back toward the cake, hand in hand with Winn, figuring he could try to be chill (even though holding hands with Winn in the middle of a large crowded room made him decidedly not chill) After his prerequisite 3 pieces of cake, and a lot of laughter, Noah could feel his good mood comeback, the sugar in his veins making him giddy. “Only if you wanna get your ass handed to you.” He smirked at Winn “I am the reigning champ after all.”

“Bro, I’m going to smoke you like a joint,” Winn said, a soft chuckle. “I’m flexible as hell.” He looked down at his mesh crop-top, a small frown. But, well, Noah had been shirtless during his last game? So, it'd be… fine. Pulling the shirt over his head, and using it to dab at the light sweat on his face and chest, Winn winked at Noah. He could hashtag-flirt his way into being totally comfortable with this, right? Winn tossed it over behind the bar when Otto wasn’t looking, and got up in Noah’s face a bit, cocky smirk plastered across his mouth. Jocks did this, right? Jocks. “Wanna make a bet?” he said, suddenly bold. “Let’s make it interesting.”

“Yea well flexibility is only half the battle” Noah replied trying not to watch to closely as Winn divested himself of his own shirt. He’d avoided looking at them in the beginning, but the barebells in Winn’s nipple now caught his full attention. Fuck. That was…. Biting his lip Noah busied himself with looking annnnnnnywhere else. One day he’d ask Winn about them, but for now he was gonna pick his horny ass jaw up off the floor and play some twister. But then Winn got in his face and the wolf in him started to bleed through. “Depends. What are we betting?” Noah drew himself to full height, recognizing the alpha male energy Winn was trying to exude and matching it with equal and unflinching force. Two could play that game after all. “My first born is already promised to another.”

Aw, fuck. Noah was trying to alpha dog his way through this conversation. Winn had some regrets about wearing [compression] shorts and little else, ‘cause Noah made a convincing wolf even in his half-self. Regrets. But he could keep himself — and his head — in the game. “Well,” he said, word dripping out in his honeyed accent, “Can’t be nothing money can buy. Too easy for me to get out of. We’re not sitcom characters, so I ain’t gonna make you my errand boy for a week either. Hmm…” He put his finger to chin, making a big show of thinking. “What do you have,” Winn said, voice going from sweet to gravelly as he leaned in to talk into Noah’s ear, hot breath close, “to bargain with, Kalani?” Was anyone staring? Someone had to be seeing this.

Standing still, Noah cocked his head, smirk still splayed across his lips. This was starting to get heated, and it was safe to say that his wolf liked it, the whole confrontation with a heaping helping of sexual tension was something that Noah usually ate up when he was out with women. But then Winn was whispering in his ear, hot breath tingling against his neck, practically making his brain short circuit. And normally, he would have pulled away by now, the thought of all of these strangers eyes and thoughts too much to bear. But there was something about having three pieces of cake coursing through his blood stream, and the rainbow of lights, and the way Winn was pleading, no begging for him to just give up that had Noah digging his heels in. If Winn wanted a challenge, we was gonna get a fucking challenge “Well I usually bargain with my body, but…” He trailed off slowly, devilish dimples out in full bloom. Pulling away Noah winked before he turned and headed toward the Twister mat. Your move, Winner.

Noah looked… fucking amazing under the shine of the lights — the happy flush to his brown skin, those damn dimples. Winn could almost put them in another time, another place. A club in DC, the attic of the frat house. But one of the things about Noah that Winn wanted to drink in was his fight, the confidence in his challenges to Winn’s questions, Winn’s flirtation. And sure, maybe it was all actin’, but Winn was a selfish man. He’d take this. He could almost feel the steam rolling off their bodies when Noah mentioned betting his body, something in Winn clicking into place. It wasn’t a true bet, but the wolf was prowling now, sensing a dare. And though the human in Winn wanted to stamp down the hope-tinged-with-horny, the wolf in him knew it was fuckin’ on. “One-on-one!” Winn called out to Noah, standing across from him on the mat. “Winner takes all.” He grinned, staring pointedly at his friend.

Shrugging out of his button down, Noah draped it over the back of the nearest chair, his whole body tingling with anticipation. He loved flirting, he loved fighting, and if he was being honest with himself, he’d say that he also loved looking across the mat and seeing Winn, in all his glory. Happy. Grinning. Sarcastic. Flirty. Winn. “Sure” Noah responded, throwing a cheeky arm over his chest to stretch a little bit and he toed off his shoes. One on One would generally be harder than regular Twister but he was willing to accommodate the request “Though I think you mean Noah takes all, buddy boy” Switching arms, Noah grinned straight back at Winn.

Winn was glad they weren’t attracting too much of a crowd. It made him feel like Noah and he could just relax and lean into whatever their energy was. The first spins of the dial were easy, Noah and Winn dancing around one side of the board. “Swing your partner round and round,” Winn sing-songed, shoulders shimmying as he moved into the newest variation on “feet spread a normal amount apart.” But that quickly changed, as Winn felt them stretch from one side of the mat to the other with their hands, and then a leg. And, oh, alright. Okay. Ass. That was definitely Noah’s ass. Right in his face. Winn was near-touching it, his breath easy on the dip of Noah’s back. “Bro, have you been working your glutes? Lookin’ tight,” he quipped just loud enough for Noah to hear, trying to distract himself. Fortunately for him, the next spin allowed him to try and reposition himself. Try.

Stepping onto the mat Noah put on his game face, competitive spirit already coursing through him. He didn’t exactly know what he was gonna win but goddamn if he wasn’t going all out to do so. Snorting slightly at the other man’s sing song as they repositioned their feet, Noah was focused on finding the best moves which meant that for the most part he couldn’t see Winn. But maybe that made things better, and especially when he ended up pretzled across the Twister board full blown ass in the air. Normally he wouldn’t care, but at the same time…. This was definitely newer territory for both he and Winn, as made obvious by the older man’s obvious deflections. “Keep talking about my tight ass and I’ll be sure to fart on you” Noah joked with a chuckle as he angled even closer to Winn. Exploiting a weakness was how he won the last game and Winn would be mistaken if Noah wasn’t going to use his body to his full advantage.

“Not my kink,” Winn mumbled, as he was taken away from Noah’s ass and… being stretched back, fully, palms down in green, feet fully in red. Noah had an easier time of it, given he was facing downward. Hard yoga, but still doable. Winn was super glad he stayed in shape, ‘cause this stretch was rough. But… Well, if Noah was going to play dirty (if gross), Winn could mess with him. That damnable hope was back, and Winn wondered if… if Noah was flustered, or confused, maybe? César had been, and it would be on-brand for Winn to be (romantically) attracted to hapless bisexual disasters and hapless bisexual disasters exclusively. And while Twister wasn’t talkin’, it had its perks. The color moved Winn’s left hand from green to yellow, and back again -- but Noah had decided to fuck with him today, apparently. His hands ended up crossed behind him, and, given he was still bent backwards, it had to look… awkward, from the outside looking in. “Noh,” Winn whispered, jerking his head forward in a tiny nod to his hips, where they bucked as subtly as he could manage. “If you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask.” God, I hope the pack didn’t hear that.

“I’d be alarmed if it was,” Noah shot back with a laugh as they kept up their dance, Noah muscles starting to burn a little from having to keep his weight off the floor in his twisted position. Apparently, he needed to put some more stretching into his workouts, but that was a problem for another day, especially as he saw his opening. Diving forward, Noah took the offensive and claimed the green spot that would be more convenient for Winn, forcing the other man to cross his arms. Glancing backwards at the sad pretzel of a man — who may or may not have just thrust his hips at him? naughty, naughty — Noah just snorted again. “True, but this is definitely more fun.” Yup, definitely more fun, and less… sexy? No, actually, Twister might be making everything more sexy… But that was a crisis for another day. Hopefully.

Winn breathed a sigh of relief as he was given a temporary reprieve from testing the limits of his flexibility. “Don’t think you’ve ever tied anyone up before then, bro.” He laughed weakly. A thin sheen of sweat was obvious on his chest, and arms, and face. Christ, Noah had been smart to stretch a little before starting; Winn had been too, uh, cocky. And, fuck. If he had to stretch like that again, he’d lose. And… well, neither of them knew what they had bet, Winn was sure, but Winn wasn’t about to lose it, lose to Noah. It felt like this was playin’ for more than braggin’ rights and Winn wasn’t sure whether that was real or imagined. But he was a winner. Literally. He was right-side up now, Noah’s back still to him. As the color changed once once, his crossed arms stretched — just barely — to red and yellow. But, because God had a sense of humor or really did hate the gays, now Winn was all up in Noah’s ass again. And then, the hand that had just moved to yellow was told to go to green. Shit. Winn stretched out, trying as hard as possible to reach over without pullin’ his arm out of its socket. ‘Course, then it all went shit-side. “Fuck.”

“Not seriously. Last time I tried, I was the one being tied. Being restrained isn’t really my cup of tea, to be honest,” Noah mused through gritted teeth as they fumbled through another grueling hand position. He didn’t exactly know why he told Winn that, but the smalltalk was better than them silently thrusting parts of their body parts at each other with zero remorse. Or at least zero remorse on Noah’s end, one of his best assets once again in Winn’s face. Grinning to himself, Noah urged his arms to hold his weight as he stretched for what seemed like an impossible color. But of course it was then, as both boys moved that the world decided they were pushing too far, and in a series of unfortunate events, Noah lost his balance and fell. Onto Winn. His lap, specifically. “Shiiittttt,” Noah breathed out as both men crashed to the floor.

[Maybe break it into Part 2 here?]

The world was spinning, and it was silent. Once again, Winn felt like he and Noah were the only two in the world. Even the couple of folks that had been watching their nonsense seemed shocked into silence at this particular turn of events. Winn, breathing hard, let his head fall forward onto Noah’s shoulder. It probably should have been gross, both of them covered in sweat, but Winn didn’t really fuckin’ care. He started laughing, high and delighted and clear, before wrapping his arms around Noah in a tight hug. Through the sweat, Noah smelled good, warm, safe, happy. But, ‘course, it couldn’t last, Winn suddenly hyper aware of Noah’s body against his. Miles’ joking caution was becoming a very real problem, Winn nudging his hips up against Noah as he shifted and mentally cursed the theme of his party with all the venom in his arsenal. “Uh,” he whispered into the other man’s ear, “I don’t have the Full Moon as an excuse this time, but I have a problem. And I’m so, so sorry. Can we, um, chill like this for a sec? Get up together or somethin’? Don’t want to flash the room.”

If Noah was going to fall, he guessed the best way to fall was with Winn. Sitting there, laughing and giggly, on the ground, neither could say they won, but at the same time Noah was so gone right now he didn't really care. Because he was safe here in the sweaty arms of Winn. Even if those arms were attached to a really responsive body. “Wait, are you sporting, again?” Noah huffed, trying to roll over so he was face to face with Winn instead of, well, not. Realizing, though, that that was just going to make everything much, much worse, Noah calmed and stopped squirming, resigning himself to just, well, have a semi hard part of Winn pressed into the lower section of his back. Which if Noah was thinking about it wasn’t actually like totally… weird or, like, completely unwanted now that he was thinking about it... But again. Crisis for another time. Looking up at the ceiling, Noah tried to focus on not making their predicament worse, the only way he knew how. With offensive humor.  “Well, since we’re here for a bit, serious question for you, bub.” He poked the offending arm around his middle, making sure Winn was listening. “Are you, like, a nymphomaniac or something?” Noah turned his head and grinned up at the other man, hoping he could see this was all fun and games. “Cuz it seems like everytime we get close together you get hard.”

This was the nightmare scenario, but Winn couldn’t be assed to give a shit. Noah squirming against his lap felt good, and Winn had to muffle a groan into the skin of Noah’s back. Fortunately, he seemed to understand and stopped. ‘Course, Noah was always a joker, and, as he asked an extremely joking question, Winn felt his entire body flush, stammering out, “I— Uh, I mean.” Noah was joking, Winner. Joking. Calm the fuck down. “Shut up,” he finished, lamely. The embarrassment, at least, was killing his boner. He wasn’t used to feelin’… vulnerable, like this. And though Winn had a pretty thick skin, he knew Noah could ruin him with a word, a look. Realizing that he hadn’t technically answered Noah’s question, and knowing that Noah deserved an answer because this was almost exactly how they’d first spent time together and it couldn’t be written off as base horniness anymore, he sighed against Noah’s ear. “Let’s get out of here, Noh. Meet me outside in five.” He hoisted both of them up, boner subsided enough to not be obvious in the dim lights of the bar. No winner had been declared, but he really didn’t care right now. Noah could have the victory, could have all of him. Fuck. He was really gone, huh? Winn circled the room, picking up his shirt and giving goodbyes, and walked out the door to wait for Noah on the street.

It was safe to say that Noah expected a lot of things from this exchange, but what he really did not expect is for Winn to start stuttering. Looking back at the other man Noah took in the flush splattered across his cheek bones, the way he dodged his artfully dodged his question. If Winn had been a girl Noah would have said he had a crush on him somehow. But Winn wasn’t a girl. Winn was… Wait. Oh Shit. The sudden realization hit Noah like a pile of bricks, flatlining any type of response that he could have had. Because it was obvious wasn’t it? Grabbing his own shirt off the chair he’d placed it on, Noah ran on autopilot, barely remembering the hugs and the goodbyes, his head filled with Winn and Winn only. Slipping out of the door, Noah walked until he found the other man standing under a streetlight, the soft glow making his features stand out even more. This wasn’t the first time Noah had looked at Winn like this, as something more than what they both knew they were, but it was the first time Noah looked at Winn like this. “Soooo, what’s up?” Noah asked gently, sincere brown eyes looking at Winn for the answers.

“Let’s walk,” Winn said back, just as quiet as Noah. His palms were sweaty, like a teenager with their very first crush. If this were casual, Winn would have propositioned Noah, been turned down, and moved on. But he just had to catch feelings. Creed Park was nearby, and Winn plopped down on the ground next to a tree at the edge of the park, the fading light and early summer breeze blowing against them. He patted the spot next to him, looking up at Noah. “C’mon, sit with me.” Winn smiled gently. The Twister game had given him some hope, and he was half-sure that Noah had guessed already, but he had to push forward. “Noah, I think you’re my best friend,” he started, completely ignoring the actual issue. “So, I want you to know. You’re important to me. More important than I really thought would happen when we me— Actually. No. That’s not true.” He laughed, his head thunking against the bark of the tree. “I met you, and I knew. I didn’t know what, but something told me… You were important. Are important.”

Walking along with Winn, Noah could start to feel his heart start to beat rapidly in his chest again. He shouldn’t be nervous, but with all this build up and tension, and that fucking sudden realization that Winn actually liked him, had his head spinning. Because Luke was right, they’d been dancing around each other unable to admit what was truly going on. “Winn,” Noah started taking a deep calming breath, “if you’re gonna say what I think you’re gonna say, just—” He stopped for a moment glancing over at Winn, brown eyes meeting brown “Just say it, please.” It came out softly, part of Noah pleading for Winn just to do it, and another part scared of what it would mean when the giant ass elephant was finally out in the room.

Oh. He does know. Winn’s heart was heavy-light — fluttering and hopeful, but slack and stony. But there was something about Noah’s eyes, the way that the setting sun was shining soft light on both of their bodies. It made Winn bold, giddy, nervous. He was going to die. Or maybe… “Noah,” Winn said, like a revelation. Well, why the fuck not? The werewolf closed the distance between him and his best friend, the person he’d falle— Oh, but, the kiss. Noah’s lips were so, so soft, the slightest hint of chocolate on the man’s breath. When he didn’t get punched or pushed away, Winn brought his hand up to Noah’s face, his other arm tentatively resting at Noah’s side. He wasn’t going to move further, not without Noah’s permission, without Noah kissing back, but he wanted to stay in this moment of pure, crystalline happiness. Winn felt himself smiling into the kiss.

For Noah, everything happened in slow motion, Winn’s face coming forward, their lips meeting in the middle. Kissing Winn was not like any woman he’d ever kissed. Where there usually was softness, Winn was full of edges, sometimes sharp, and sometimes dull. It was scary how much Noah liked it. How much he could now see just how fucking gone he was for this man. There was no doubt about it. Noah wasn’t straight. Noah wasn’t straight, and there was a part of him, however small, that loved Winn. And now that that door was open, there was no closing it. Sitting there trying to hold himself together, with his own arousal and all these other complex feelings overwhelming him Noah just took a deep breath. Neither had moved since this started, but Noah knew they couldn’t just continue without talking about what happened. Winn wasn’t just some quick fuck, and this wasn’t something Noah could bury. “I’ve never kissed a man before, Winn.” Noah trailed off shaking his head slightly. “I mean, judging from this I don’t think I’d be opposed but, I don’t….Fuck…. This is not a good answer is it?” Noah looked down. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Winn by not being able to reciprocate in the way he knew he should. But this was all so difficult and honestly frightening.

If Winn was being honest, the kiss had left him in a bit of a daze. When Noah had kissed back, however briefly the moment had lasted, Winn realized, damnably, that he could kiss Noah for the rest of his fuckin’ life. The gigawatt smile hadn’t left his face, even as Noah started talking about being scared. Winn had been here, before. Not in the same way, no, but he could stow his attraction for a moment, focus on his friend in front of him, nervous and confused, and offer him what he had been given: Support. “That’s alright, Noah,” he started, hand coming to Noah’s shoulder, rubbing the tension out as best he could. “You don’t need a perfect answer. We all have to… figure out shit out, y’know?” He wanted to hug the other man, but knew he should hold off, if only for the moment. “It’s alright to be… however, you’re feeling, right now.” He understood, really, he did. This was far from the worst case scenario he’d run through in his head, far from the worst case probable scenario, too. “I don’t need you to be anything more than you already are, Noh. Because… I really like the person you are. Forgot to say that, ‘cause I figured… actions, y’know?” He laughed, a quiet and private thing, only for Noah’s ears. Winn ran his fingers through the grass at his hips, picking at the blades with his fingers. “I— There’s no one else I’d rather be next to, right now. No matter how you feel about me.” He paused, looking back up and into Noah’s eyes, before saying with a soft smile, “Or… don’t feel.”

“But you deserve a perfect answer” The phrase was out of Noah’s mouth before he could stop himself, before he realized how ridiculous he sounded. Winn was right afterall, he didn't need to have it all figured out today, or tomorrow. He just needed to be himself. “Sorry I’m just-” He started not really knowing what he wanted to say but knowing something needed to be said “I’m used to holding everything together so well, and ever since i met you..” Noah trailed off leaning back against the tree with a sigh. Winn apparently had a whirlwind effect on his life. Watching him be vulnerable though, and supportive, brought Winn into a new light for Noah. One where he could see them, working through all of these  issues together. But first Noah had to be real with himself, and real with Winn, even if it was in his own way. “Well considering I’m having a complete sexual crisis over your dumbass,” Noah huffed playfully “ think it’s safe to say I feel some type of way Winn.” Because yea, how could Winn even begin to fathom that Noah didn’t like him back? Looking over at the other man, Noah stilled his hand with his own, his curiosity making him feel brave “What do you like about me?” He asked gently.

Winn felt himself flush again, and he leaned his head into Noah’s shoulder, groaning. “C’mon, bro. You can’t just say shit like that, and expect me not to feel like this.” To fall in love with you, he didn’t say. Not yet. “I haven’t… felt this way about someone in a really long time, Noh,” he said gently, knowing the other man could hear him. There was something about this, leaned into Noah’s shoulder, that made it easier to say all of this aloud. Noah’s hand on his was warm, and Winn turned his up to grab the man’s hand with his own, rubbing circles once again, tracing nonsense lines to hide his nervousness. For someone who spent half his life dealin’ with others’ emotions, he’d never been amazin’ with his own. “What wouldn’t I like about you?” he said, perhaps a little too honestly. And then, clearer, “You’re not afraid to call me on my shit, but you never stop… caring, when you do. You love animals, and are such a bleedin’ heart that I worry I might have t’patch you up sometimes. You’re smart and a smartass. I laugh when I’m around you more. I feel good, and safe, and… happy.” He took his hand off the man’s shoulder, looking at him again, head cocked. “Don’t get me wrong, I want to do bad things to you, Kalani, but I want to, y’know, do good things to you too. For you.” It wasn’t quite an asking out, but it was as close to a confession as he’d said, so far. Winn squeezed Noah’s hand tight, leaning back against the tree to look at the horizon. “A crisis, huh?” His tone was light, but he wouldn’t dare make fun of Noah for this.

Resting his head against Winn’s own, Noah chuckled at the other man’s discomfort, a genuine smile gracing his lips. He didn't know how they got to this point, but he was glad they had. Feelling his cheeks burn scarlet with the force of Winn’s description, Noah was glad the other man couldn’t see him right now. He’d never had anyone describe their infatuation with him quite like that, and it made him feel, well, seen. He was more than just a nice-looking body to Winn. That felt good. It was then that Winn brought him back to the real problem at hand, the one Noah was still scared to admit out loud. “Yeah,” he whispered, wishing this was easier, wishing he was less confused. Lifting his head from Winn’s, Noah had a sudden realization. “Winn. Can I... uh, do something?” Noah asked a gleam of mischievous energy in his eyes. He was mostly sure by this point, but there was still a part of him that wanted to know concretely, to prove that it wasn’t a fluke somehow. “Promise you’ll enjoy it.”

Winn had Noah blushing at his (genuine, heart-felt) smooth-talking, and he couldn’t help the return of his goofy, open, maybe-a-little-bit-in-love smile. They would be okay, no matter what happened. He knew that. And Winn got an answer — though not all of one — the next time Noah opened his mouth. The whispered ‘Yeah.’ Winn inhaled, sharp and interested. Fuck. That was… a lot to take in. Or would have been, if Winn’s brain hadn’t been immediately guided to the gutter. Do something? He really liked the sound of that. “Oh yeah?” he said, countering the look in Noah’s eyes with a toothy grin, reflecting back the ask, the challenge. Winn leaned back, into Noah’s side, Winn’s body spread out beneath the white ash for any of Noah’s somethings. “Promises, promises,” Winn said with a wink, looking up at the other man. This time, truly, nobody was around. It was just them, and all the time in the world to find answers. Winn leaned up, close to Noah’s ear. “Baby,” he said, a whisper in the wind, Winn tryin’ out the word in his mouth, “I’d enjoy just about anything you did to me. So…” He chuckled, rough, trying to communicate how much he wanted. “Make your move, Kalani.”

If there was a time for Noah to be brave, that time would definitely be now, especially as Winn gave him full permission to explore. Turning his body, Noah gently angled Winn’s face with his hand, looking into his eyes for a brief second before pressing their lips together again. He didn’t know what he wanted, and he didn't know if this was going to answer all the questions swirling in his head, but at the moment Noah didn’t care. Because right now he was kissing Winn, slowly and sensually, using his tongue to explore and open Winn up in ways he hadn’t even thought about till now. He didn’t usually kiss his partners like this. No, Noah was usually more of a fast and hard kind of lover. But with Winn. Goddamn it was just so different with Winn, and while that was scary to realize, it was also something Noah knew he wanted. He wanted a lot as evidenced by the rising tent in his board shorts. Yeah. He was definitely into kissing dudes. Tugging softly on Winn’s lip, Noah opened his eyes and pulled away, lungs suddenly filling with the air he’d forgotten he needed to breath. “Mmm, not your baby,” Noah whispered with a cheeky grin before turning and settling against the tree.

Winn’s eyes crinkled at the edges with his smile as Noah kissed him. Mm. Strike maybe. Winn really could kiss Noah forever. The other man’s mouth moved against his with simultaneous experience and hesitation, something that Winn could lean into easily. Especially when Noah slipped him tongue. Winn kissed back eagerly, trying to balance his need (and fuck, these shorts were going to strain) against wanting this moment to stretch and stretch. As Noah pulled away, gently biting into Winn’s lip, Winn chased him, nipping back playfully. Winn almost wanted to tell Noah it was a wolf thing, that biting was heavily encouraged. But he didn’t want to break the moment, not yet. Instead, he gazed down to where Noah’s interest was making itself known. Huh. Well, one to four wasn’t an awful record. Be plenty of time to even the score. “Hmm.” Feeling bold, Winn grabbed Noah, squeezing once through the shorts before letting go again. “Don’t think bein’ called baby is really goin’ to be a problem, baby,” he teased, savoring Noah’s reaction, drinking in the other man’s presence. He leaned back, side pressed into Noah’s, eyes closed in happiness. “Answer any questions for you, Noh? Or do you need further testin’?”

Snorting, Noah rolled his eyes. Winn’s hand had sent a shockwave straight through his system, blood already pooling in his groin. “Bruh, that’s not helping the predicament,” Noah chided with a snort, not brushing Winn’s hand away but stilling it yet again with his own. Because, yeah. Dick touching was next on the agenda, but he might need a few moments to adjust to that. “I think I’m good, for now,” he started, hoping Winn would get the hint, not that he thought he wouldn’t, it was just. It was different. For once in his life, Noah didn’t want to go zero to sixty and hop in bed with the first person who showed interest. He wanted to savor every interaction, build memories that would last, and all that jazz.  

“Didn’t want to help, bro,” Winn said, a low rumble as he squeezed Noah’s hand in his own, resting both of them on Noah’s thigh. Far away, and so, so close. “I like to make things harder for you.” He mentally high-fived himself for his pun, before smiling at Noah. “I get that,” he said thoughtfully. Winn, again, ran his thumb across the back of Noah’s hand, hoping to communicate so much with that gentle, almost tentative, action. I want this. I want you. I’ll give you whatever you need. Time. Or all of me. The thoughts were big, heavy, and warm in his heart. He wouldn’t dare admit it yet, but he knew how he felt about Noah, how much he felt about Noah. It was his turn to be scared — scared of fucking it up, scared of somehow ruinin’ Noah for other men. If there were other men. (Winn hoped there weren’t other men.) But his fear didn’t last long, as he turned and pressed one more gentle kiss to the corner of Noah’s mouth, all he could think about was how lucky he was, that all this shit had been leadin’ to somethin’, leadin’ to this. He rested his head on Noah’s shoulder, back scratching through the mesh against the bark of the tree, and, softly but with all the sincerity he could muster, Winn said, “Noah…” A soft chuckle, content and affectionate. “This is the part where I ask you to go out with me. Pretty please, sweetheart?” And the nickname tasted like chocolate on his tongue.

[marvelgbt-posts]

It’s Not A UK Thing|| Part II of ‘You Can Stay Under My Umbrella’

Part 1 

Part 3 

Part 4 (not yet posted)

{Tom Holland x Stylist! Male Reader}

Warnings: none- except for bad writing

Summary: Helping Tom with his lines, his costume, and other small side stuff...

A/N: “Peter Parker here to pick up a passport, please.” isn’t thAT hard to say… also forgot ‘mate’ is an everyday word in the UK, oops

*not edited*

“Peter Parker pere top a pasp ahh- god dAMMIT!” Tom sighed, running a hand though his already disheveled locks. You were sitting by your desk, sewing a tear in one of your sweaters while Tom was on your bed, rehearsing some lines for Far From Home.

“Peter Parker here to pick up a passport, please,” you reminded him. Tom threw his head back in frustration, “I knowww. How do you say it so easily?”

“Maybe it’s because I don’t have an accent like you? I dunno, but it really isn’t that hard. Just focus on the words. Trust the process. Be patient. Take it slow, say it slowly for me.”

Tom sighed, taking a deep breath, “Okay, ‘Peter Parker here to pick up a passport, please’.”

“Good, now faster. And keep going until you get it right. I’m going out for a bit for some food, want anything specific? Or I’ll just get some Cup-Noodles if that’s fine.”

“Yeah, noodles are fine.”

“Cool,” you picked up your keys, leaving your room and out the door, into the cold air.

Tom took this moment, turning it into an opportunity. He got up from your bed, fixing the shirt that had somehow managed to slip up. He moved to your desk, looking at the freshly resewn sweater you had finished just moments before. He took a moment to appreciate the soft and even patterns of how you stitched it together. “Hm,” he looked around, his hand lingering on the fabric a bit before moving with his body. He went to a bookshelf of yours, scanning his eyes through the multiple framed photos. One of you as a kid- maybe 6 or 7- another of your little sister when she was 2, sucking her thumb with wide and curious eyes. There was a family photo, you, your parents, your sister, and your family pet that you had kept with you once you left the house.

Tom picked up a photo of you with another girl. He hadn’t recognized her before, so he assumed she was an ex. Or maybe a current girlfriend? He hoped not. Why?

He placed the photo back, his thumb brushing over your happily still face, eyes shielded by the sunlight in a pair of dark sunglasses. Recently, you were more sleepy and groggy. It was hard for you to fall asleep due to stress, and would resort to finishing up projects due next month as a way to get your body tense enough to relax. Tom felt bad, he knew his job wasn’t as hard as those who worked behind the scenes- yet didn’t get enough recognition. You being included. Yet, you were so much more than just a stylist. You fixed his suits. You fixed his regular, everyday clothes. You helped with his lines. You offered to feed him and made sure he was well rested. You were basically his mom in the States. At this point, people would have assumed you two were already living together. Zendaya was no exception.

***

“Hey, Tom. This Thanksgiving, wanna go to your place, since you and (M/n) live together now?”

“What? We don’t live together!”

“But- wait, what? No- you’re always over there, though. I’m so sorry, I just assumed-”

***

Tom never mentioned it to you, though. He thought you might think it was weird, and would want him to start coming over less.

He flopped back onto bed, reaching over to take the forgotten script into his hand, flipping through the pages and going through the movie. He sighed, missing you already. He let his mind wander to the past few days, then the past few months. Then to the day he kissed your cheek. He wanted to tell you so badly that, that kiss was more than a ‘UK thing’ and he wanted to be more than coworkers.

But how would the public react? He knew he had made it clear he looked for more personality in a person, but he never officially came out to the public as- for the use of the umbrella term- gay.

“Uhnn, I hate thisss,” Tom hissed into his papers, which had now rested softly against his face as his hands were above his head, resting by the opposite side of the bed. Whether he was talking about the script, younger twister line, the kiss, or all- Tom didn’t even know anymore.

***

“Holland, I’m home,” you called out to the boy in your room. You locked the door as both Tessa and your pet shih tzu, Harper, greeted you at your feet. You placed the groceries in the kitchen before acknowledging both of them with a pat on their heads. You went to undo the cheap wrapping of the noodles, putting them in hot water to loosen it up. “Holland?” You called out to the actor, worry bubbling in the pit of your stomach. “Tom? Thomas?” You continued to call out carefully, expecting the worse. You slowly began to walk towards your room, hoping Tom was in there

There was a small hum coming from inside your room, making you look inside. “Oh my god, Tom...” you sighed, seeing Tom curled on his side into your pillow, head buried into it. His script had folded and crinkled, laid discarded on the floor due to Tom’s inability to keep it in his hand in his sleep.

You decided to wake him up, “Tom, Tom, Thomas… THOMAS STANLEY HOLLAND!!”

Tom jerked upward, looking around, “Mom! I’m sorry, I didn’t he-ah… wait… this isnt my room. (M/n)!” Tom whined, falling back onto the bed, rubbing his eyes. “Sorry dude, but you need to get up now. Noodles are waiting for us down stairs, I’m so freaking ready to stab my chopsticks into them and totally not show off my amazing skills,” you joked, winking. It wasn’t meant to be flirtatious- just a quick wink, the kind you’d send on your way out of a room or after saying something funny. But Tom was a blushing mess. You hadn’t taken notice, he hoped.

“But it’s so late! And I’m so tired!” Tom whined, eyes fluttering back to sleep. You sighed. Irritated, but feeling playful, you made your way to the bed and grabbed Tom by his waist, lifting his arms to move around your shoulders as you hoisted him up by his butt.

Man, only god could own an ass like his.

Tom’s face flushed, “(M-M/n)! Put me down!”

“Nope, you wouldn’t get up. So now face your punishment like a good boy.” Wait, no thats kinky-

Tom hid his face in your neck, sighing due to tiredness. You could’ve sworn he was breathing in your cologne, “To be honest, I’m too tired to fight back, mate.”

“Hm,” you cooed, rubbing his back a bit before making your way to the kitchen. By now, your noodles had loosened up enough to eat. You placed Tom on the couch, letting him sink into the cushions. You picked up your chopsticks, beginning to eat as some random kids cartoon played. You glanced at Tom, he hadn’t touched his food, but his attention was focused on the show. “Tom, do you not want the noodles? Do you want something else?”

Tom looked at you, eyes widening, “Oh! I forgot about those!”

“Here-” you placed your now empty cup of noodles down onto the coffee table in front of you. It had been over 24 hours since you last ate a ‘full meal’. “Say ahh...” you took Tom’s noodles in your hand, proceeding to feed him. Tom blushed, opening his mouth a little. “Tom, im’ma ‘bout’a drop this everywhere. Open your mouth- there we go,” you say. You were a little tired, making your words sound jumbled and merged together. “God, your mouth seems so small. You suck dick like that, Holland?” You smile playfully, yet tiredly.

Tom’s eyes widen, “What the fuck?!”

You burst into a fit of laughter, “HAHA- sorry, just. I don’t know. Thomas-”

Ohh, this is where shit gets real. When you call him by his full first name.

“- the day you kissed my cheek. Was it really just a UK thing?”

Tom tensed, this could be the day you would find out. The day you could be something more. But what if it went all wrong?

“Tom?” You say, brushing some of the strands of hair that got into his eyes.

That was it, that was the reassurance he needed. “No, mate. It’s Not A UK Thing.”

“Sooo, what? You like me?”

“Well, actually- its more like love,” Tom awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, refusing to make eye contact with you. You chucked, putting down the styrofoam cup, now only containing liquid and some bits of vegetables, and moved your now free arm to wrap itself behind Tom’s neck. He was already pretty small by himself, but with you next to him- your large body now practically hovering over his- he felt like an ant.

Your lips had connected to his, causing a small spark of what felt like electricity to run down Tom’s spine (and yours).

“Glad to know that, Holland. Glad to know.”

so, i might make a part 3, focusing more on the girl in the photo with you that Tom picked up, would yall be interested? it might contain angst, cuz i kinda wanna write angst--

[ladystiltskin67]

Movie Night

Dean stood at the foot of his bed glaring at his phone like it had somehow offended him.  He knew now was as good of time as any, and he’d already wasted too many years lying to himself. One more deep breath and he hit the send button before he could change his mind.

Movie?

It didn’t take long before his phone vibrated in his hand.

Sure. 😊When and Where?

Hmm. That was easy. It’s not like they hadn’t watched movies together before. It was no big deal. At least that’s the lie he chose to go with. No one had to know any different.

My room? Ready when you are.

Wait, no…

For the movie I mean.

This time it took a little longer for the answer but he was quick as ever to view the response.

Ok brt *thumbs up emoji*

He was such a dork. Dean loved it. He took a minute to glance at himself in the mirror. His face was flushed and his usually styled hair was messy and still a bit damp from the shower. No point in putting gel in it just to fall asleep. But then again he wasn’t going to bed right away, it was movie night. Maybe he should…  *Knock knock knock*  Two strides and he was at the door with his hand resting on the knob. A glance upwards to heaven and one more steadying breath, he opened the door to see one of his favorite faces sporting a small smile.

“Hello Dean” The angel stood leaned against the door frame holding two beers looking more human than Dean had seen in a long time.

“You brought drinks? Thanks man.” He gave the angel a crooked grin and stepped away from the door to allow his friend to enter. Cas immediately walked in and made himself comfortable sifting through the stack of movies Dean had sitting on the bedside table. “Yea I figured we could re-watch one of the classics.” In Castiel’s hands were Tombstone, Twister,3:10 to Yuma, and Pale Rider

“I think we should watch this one again.” Cas held up 3:10 to Yuma  “To be honest I wasn’t paying attention last time”  

“Huh yea you were too busy asking questions and stealing my popcorn” Dean smiled to keep the tone with slight teasing.

“I did not steal your popcorn. You told me that even angels should “like popcorn” because it’s nothing but “salty buttery goodness” and that I wasn’t getting the full movie experience without it.” Cas stood and popped the disk into the blueray player.

“Dude, do you ever get comfortable?” His plan would go much smoother if Cas would lose the accountant get up. “Teachable moment… here, put on some sweats.” Dean tossed him one of his extra pair of black pants. Cas eyed him for a moment then stood and began to remove his coats and tie. Dean knew he was staring and he knew that at any moment Cas could look up and catch him but, for some reason that didn’t deter him. The other man began toeing off his shoes and then moved to slip his belt out through the loops. Once that was discarded he unceremoniously shed the slacks and slipped on the sweats. Dean would be the biggest liar on the planet if he had said that he didn’t try his hardest to catch a glimpse of skin.  “Do you need a shirt or…?”

The angel looked up into a pair of jade eyes. “No, I suppose my undershirt will be fine.” He continued to keep eye contact as he unbuttoned the white dress shirt. As the angel was moving down to the third button Dean had to turn around to avoid an embarrassing conversation that would be the result of his open mouth gaping. He steadied himself with a deep breath and turned back around in time to see the angel lay his dress shirt over the back of his desk chair. Castiel caught his attention and held his arms out to his side gesturing at his state of undress. “I don’t see why I needed to change. My clothing doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable in the physical sense.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Well it makes me uncomfortable. You wear that same outfit everywhere, even when it’s hot outside. Dude seeing you in long sleeves in summer makes me sweat.”

Without missing a beat, “Looking at me makes you hot?”  

Dean made a little choking sound in the back of his throat. “Yea I mean, uh ya know because I do feel *rubs the back of his neck*… I can be affected physically *pinches the bridge of his nose*… It’s a figure of speech Cas. Just put the movie on.” It seemed like everything he said was coming out wrong tonight. He sat on the bed opening his beer and taking a swig. Noticing Cas was nearly done messing with the volume for the movie, he twisted the cap off the other bottle extending it out towards his friend. Castiel nodded a thanks. He hovered for a moment and after taking a drink placed his bottle on the desk and grabbed the back of the chair spinning it around. No, not there….

“What’cha doin Cas?” There’s the head tilt and Dean can almost hear his response in his head. And it’s a little too sarcastic for his liking. Great, now he’s imagining sassy-cas “Come sit with me man that chair is like sitting on a rock.”

“Are you sure?” They’d watched movies together but never in the hunters room. And Castiel was almost certain he was not supposed to be in Dean’s bed with him.

“What? Of course I’m sure. How am I supposed to teach you about being comfortable by letting you sit through an entire movie in that chair?” Nice save Winchester. Castiel was making his way over to the bed just to perch on the very edge almost as if he didn’t want to be there. Dean thought about their other movie nights for a moment. Cas had never seemed awkward and uncomfortable then. He had just picked his seat, flopped down and enjoyed. Sometimes he’d even prop his feet up or recline back. Maybe Cas really was uncomfortable. Maybe he didn’t want this. With sadness to his voice that wasn’t there earlier he gave his friend an out. “You can sit in the chair if you want though. I just thought it’d be easier to relax and see from the bed.”

“I’m ok here.”

He didn’t look ok. “Are you sure, because you’ve barely got half an ass cheek on the mattress? You breathe too hard and you’re going to fall off.”

Cas looked at him with one of his famous I am not amused faces. “I am uncertain of how close to sit. We’ve had this conversation? About personal space.”

Dean felt a twinge of guilt laced with shame. He had never intended to shut his buddy out. He just didn’t know how to handle someone wanting to be that close to him. “That was like, ten years ago Cas. After everything… hell, we are each other’s personal space.” He huffed out a small laugh which seemed to do the trick. The angel graced him with a rarely seen smile and shuffled a bit closer. It really wasn’t like him to be so soft but with Castiel he couldn’t help it.

The movie played on and between making small jokes and discussing certain parts the pair seemed to be gravitating towards each other. During one of the more drawn out scenes Dean excused himself to the bathroom and upon returning climbed up into the bed coming to rest in a new spot which happened to be on top of Castiel. Well, mostly. Their shoulders were touching as well as their knees. “Um, this ok Cas?” The only answer he received was the angel shifting slightly to turn himself further inward so he was resting on his left hip. Dean scooted a little further down in bed and turned so his body was mirroring Cas’. At this point the movie was long forgotten and all he could see is the light reflecting off his friend’s eyes and angular face. Everything was Castiel. Dean could smell the warm clean scent that followed the angel… it reminded him of an early spring morning. He could feel the heat from the other person’s body soaking through his clothes. I wonder what his lips would taste li…

Castiel turned his head sharply to the left to look at Dean. “Um, what?”

Shit! Did he say that out loud? Oh God… no. He didn’t say it so why is Cas looking at him like he could read his…. Fuck.

Take the defensive. “What?” Now scowl at him. Say something already!

“I uh thought I heard you say something…”  Castiel noticed he was but a few inches from Dean’s face. “The movie is nearly over; if you’re tired I can leave. You need your rest.”

To be honest he was drifting a bit before he almost got caught staring at the Angel’s mouth. But, after that mild heart attack who could sleep. “No. I’m ok. We can watch another movie if you want.” Please stay

“I wouldn’t mind keeping you company a bit longer.” He offered Dean a small smile.

“I don’t really want to get up though, I’m kinda comfortable.” Dean shifted his leg to touch Castiel.

“I myself have the sudden urge to stay sitting.” Castiel paused for a moment inspecting the hunter’s eyes attempting to read the situation for what it was. He feared a misinterpretation at this point would be unwelcoming. They were sitting so close all he had to do was flex his hand and there would be contact. He reached out just barely brushing his fingers across Dean’s knuckles. “I’ve become quite comfortable as well.”

Dean’s cheeks felt warm as he mumbled his response. “How comfortable are you trying to get?” Despite the blatant flirting he was nervous. This was his best friend he was hitting on. What happens if he doesn’t feel the same? Is he taking advantage of Cas? He did sleep with that reaper and he kissed Meg and that one time he was married…  Dean was brought out of his internal debate by Castiel’s radiant smile.

“Dean I need to tell you something.”

Here it comes… he’s about to reject you.

“It’s of a sensitive nature, and may be a bit of a sore spot for you.”

He knows. Dean can feel the lump in his throat. Don’t cry you girl… not in front of him anyway

“Dean, look at me please?” Castiel put his entire hand over Dean’s in a gesture of comfort. “You don’t need to be upset. I just felt it would be wrong to not tell you that… Well, you’re thinking rather loud this evening. And, while not meaning to I’ve been able to hear many of your mental ramblings.”

“Oh.” So not rejection, just an invasion of privacy.

“I did not mean, nor wish to invade your privacy Dean.” Castiel gave his friends hand a slight squeeze

Dean let out a breath he wasn’t aware he had been holding. “I know Buddy, I didn’t mean anything by it. I didn’t mean to think so loud.” He said with a soft chuckle.  “So, uh you’ve been able to-“ Dean gestured his finger back and forth between their hands. “The whole night?”

Castiel looked away feeling ashamed. “Again it was not intentional. I tried to ignore it but your… longing, it was- it is always very forceful”

Deans face was fevered now, his eyebrows furrowed. “My what now?”

The angel turned back to face him. “I don’t know of another word for it. It’s a very strong feeling. I can’t exactly read your mind although there are times when I hear specific words or phrases. You cuss often and loudly.”

“Cas…”

“Right, so um, it’s like a feeling I get.” He was lost for words on how to describe what was happening.

“You got any examples?” Dean was curious to know just exactly what the angel may have heard or ‘felt’.

“Well there’s this,” Cas tightened his grip on the hunters hand. “When I did that just now I got this feeling here…“ He pointed to his chest. Dean gave him a warm smile. “Ok, bad example.”  He searched the hunter’s eyes and found what he was looking for. He very slowly and deliberately leaned in a little more with his eyes trained on the man in front of him. When he saw that his lips were being looked at and he was sure Dean was paying attention he licked his bottom lip and briefly sucked it into his mouth. With his voice barely above a whisper he spoke again. “This is a better example. Earlier when I felt this you were looking at my lips then also. It’s like you’re pulling me in with your mind. It’s an ache and there are times when it makes me feel raw. I can feel your want to be close to me. I don’t always understand it properly but it is there.”

“Does it bother you?” Dean kept his eyes trained on a stray thread on the comforter.

“You’re longing, or how it makes me feel?”

Weary green eyes met the angel’s. “Both.”

“It is overwhelming at times, but it does not bother me.”  He looked down to see that Dean had not moved from under his hand. “Does this bother you?” He flexed his fingers to punctuate his meaning.

“You tell me.” Dean flipped his hand and threaded his fingers through the other hand.

“I can feel your fear and apprehension.” The angel smoothed his thumb along the edge of Dean’s.

“Yea well, got a lot riding on this.” He took a deep breath and began again. “We’ve been friends for a long time Cas. You know me better than anyone, even Sammy.” The angel nodded his understanding. “So yea I’m scared. This ain’t me. I don’t do feelings very well and the fact that you’re another guy spooks me on a level that I can’t….”

“Dean.”

“Let me finish. Please?” Here goes nothing “It isn’t right… I feel, dirty and not in the fun kinky way. You’re an Angel Cas. An honest to God, roam the heavens, lead the lost to the light Angel. It’s wrong, but damn if I just don’t care. I’m trying to be better about it though, that’s why I invited you in here.”  

“I think I understand. You’re questioning who you are. You want to be close to me but feel as if you aren’t good enough… But why does it scare you that we’re friends?” Cas tilted his head.

I can’t lose you “I don’t want to scare you off. I’ve lived without you before but that doesn’t mean I want to.”

Castiel smiled softly at him. “You’re being very open this evening.”

“Well I told you I’m trying.”

After shifting further down on the mattress they stared at each other in comfortable silence. For the first time ever they both felt comfortable just being, existing together and enjoying the others company.  “Thank you for inviting me in.”

It took Dean a moment to answer. He was still caught up in those beautiful blue eyes. “Anytime sunshine.” He smiled and attempted to stifle a yawn.

“You’re tired. I should go so you can rest.” Castiel meaning what he said still made no move to let go of Dean’s hand.

“I can rest with you here ya know.” He looked up through long lashes at the handsome face in front of him.

“Dean Winchester, are you asking me to spend the night with you?” Cas said with a smirk.

“Ok smartass, get out.” He held tight to the angel’s hand. “I just know you’ve never had an issue creeping on me before. At least this way you’ll be next to me instead of looming over me.”

“I did not loom…” He smiled at the good natured teasing. “It is my job to watch over you.”

“So is that a yes?” please don’t leave

“Go to sleep Dean.” He leaned in slightly further.

“Yea I will… just one thing first.” He brought his left hand up to rest on the angel’s Jaw. Please don’t turn away

As if answering Dean’s prayer the angel nodded once. “Yes?”

Holding his gaze steady Dean leaned in and captured the angel’s lips with his own. Castiel closed his eyes and leaned into the contact. It was sweet and unrushed unlike most other moments in their time together.  He melted into it. As it turns out kissing a guy was just as fun as kissing a girl. And kissing Cas, well that was something else entirely. Dean had been to heaven, he had briefly known contentment with Lisa in his time on earth, but this…. This was happiness.  He pulled away only when he needed to breathe. Neither man moved trying not to trigger the freak out both had feared was coming. “Cas…”

“No Dean. We can talk about it when you wake up. It’s nearly 3 in the morning. Rest, and if you wish I’ll be here when you wake.”

Leaning in he gave the angel one last kiss for the night. “Yea I’d like that.” He finally released the hold on Castiel’s hand to turn over. Reaching behind him blindly he felt around. Cas caught on and offered his hand only to be yanked forward. Dean spent a moment getting them settled and then leaned his head back. “Goodnight Cas.”

The Angel pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead. “Goodnight Dean.”

A few moments of peaceful silence passed and then, “Hey Cas, earlier when you said that you didn’t always understand it properly, the ‘pull’ or whatever, is that why you use to always pop in? It was always at the exact right moment…. But if you could feel it then that means you felt it every time I-“

“Shhh go to sleep.”

When noon rolled around and Sam had yet to hear from his brother he went to go check on him. Walking down the corridor of the bunker he saw that Dean’s door was ajar left how he had forgotten it last night. Sam peeked inside to be met with the sight of his brother lying mostly on top of their friend while Cas carded his fingers through Deans messy locks. Cas turned his head to meet the younger hunters eyes.

I hope he knows this is happening

Castiel smiled brightly at Sam’s prayer.

I’m happy for you guys, just remember to keep the door closed He winked at the now blushing Angel pulling the door closed he heard a soft “Thanks Sam."  

[quirk-registration-office]

A battle scene with a minor villian where he over uses his quirk leaving hin a teetering mess, and bakugo or uraraka comes to his aid. Just a bit of angst to show that hes frustrated at having to be saved by others- he wants to one day repay all might for saving his life after all. Losing to a villian is a no go. The villian had a shape shifting quirk, quickly changing into various large animals that could use sheer body mass to lessen the damage of his cyclones on it.

((Sorry this took so long! A battle scene was definitely a new writing experience, which was cool. I hope you enjoy it, and I hope I did justice to your oc, Oboru! Thanks again for your request!!!!

‘Lead him to the evacuated part of town’, they said. ‘It’ll be easy’, they said! The small cyclones beneath his feet allowed Oboru, known to most as his hero name Monsoon, to speed through the streets and stay out of reach of his current foe. Risking a glance over his shoulder, Oboru spat out a curse at the encroaching black bull. The size of a small car, the beast thundered after him, the pavement cracking wherever its hooves pounded against the street.

There were only two blocks left before they’d be at the approved area, but Oboru swore he could already feel the villain’s hot breath puffing against his back.

The wind beneath his right foot began to dissipate. Building up a tightly spiraled gust of air around his fist, Oboru used the last push against his foot to spin on his left and throw the twister at the large, black bull. At point blank, the Whirlwind Fist was bound to hurt. Unfortunately, when his fist made contact with the beast’s face, the force exploded out and knocked Oboru back. He groaned in pain when his back skidded against the road, the long sleeved shirt he wore offering little protection. Not giving himself a chance to breathe, the hero pushed himself to his feet, coughing as his throat clogged from the dust his attack had clouded into the air. His vision swam, and he wiped the sweat from his brow with his forearm.

Rubbing two fingers against his temple to try and alleviate the growing nausea headache, Oboru tried to look around. The city block around him was empty of citizens, but, unfortunately, the villain was also nowhere to be seen.

“Ah crap,” Oboru groaned. He shook his hands to loosen them up. Creamed coffee eyes glanced around, but as the longer the empty silence extended, a sense of foreboding grew in his gut. Movement in his peripheral grabbed his attention. He turned in time to see a crow bank towards him. Breath catching, Oboru flung a hasty, and therefore weaker, gust of wind at his attacker only for the creature to change into a huge ape at the last second. The weak cyclone had little effect on the larger animal, allowing it to collide with the hero, knocking him back into a wall. Oboru shouted from the shock of impact, and he crumpled onto the sidewalk. A dull ache pulsed through his limbs, but every breath sent a sharp pain in his lower right ribcage.

Fuck, that hurts. Pressing his hand against what was probably a broken rib, Oboru used the wall behind him to leverage himself up to his feet and leaned against the solid surface. He felt lightheaded and spat out a mouthful of blood, cringing at the copper taste. Damn shapeshifter.

The world was starting to tilt on its side. A wet cough painfully wracked his form. When his vision came back into focus, the dark blur across the street from him sharpened into a gorilla, its heavy hands pounding on the ground as it grunted and roared.

Wind spiraled from the pores in his wrists and hands, encompassing both of his arms. Unleashing his Slicing Maelstrom was a last ditch effort with guaranteed backlash, but he didn’t seem to have much of a choice left.

Like hell he was going to lose to a villain.

Just as Oboru started to merge the two cyclones together, someone cried out, “Release!” and a long, heavy girder, that must have come from some nearby construction, fell out of the sky, just barely missing its target. Startled by the surprise attack, the villain shifted into a small black cat and dashed away. Even though he slowly let the winds dissipate on their own instead of completing his attack, Oboru was still hit with a wave of queasiness. Closing his eyes only made the spinning more debilitating, so he chose a focal point, which happened to be the black and pink clad heroine standing in front of him.

Despite having never met in person, he easily recognized Uravity from her hero work.

“You’re Monsoon, right? Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” he assured, grimacing when a slight shift caused a pang from his broken rib. The hand that wasn’t clutching his broken bone ruffled his hair, shaking out bits of dust and debris from the messy brown curls, and Oboru frowned. “Do we have a game plan here?”

Uravity looked up at him, serious determination steeling her gaze, and nodded.

“There’s a portable containment cell set up not too far in that direction,” she informed, gesturing behind her in the direction she’d come from, “and we have a pair of quirk suppression handcuffs. Our options are to cuff him, ideally while he’s in human form, or get him in the cage.”

“Perfect. So why don’t you touch him and then caging him should be a snap.”

“It’s not quite that simple.”

“Then why don’t you stay back and just let me handle this.” Taking a deep breath and ignoring the sharpness in his side, Oboru started to limp his way down the street to look for the shapeshifter.

“Are you crazy?” Uravity rushed around in front of him forcing him to stop. “You’re too injured!”

“I don’t need anybody’s help!” he snapped. “I’ve still got one trick up my sleeve.” The two heroes heard a crash around the corner, and Oboru shouldered past Uravity in its direction. Every step hurt and rocked the world like a see-saw. He could hear the heroine angrily grumbling to herself about egotistical heroes but ignored her.

The destructive echoes fell silent.

Glass shattered.

Dust clouded from behind the building, followed by large flying monster. Oboru’s jaw dropped and he scoffed in indignation.

“A pterodactyl? He can turn into fucking dinosaurs now?” Suddenly the idea of fighting off a giant reptilian bird while nursing a broken rib, a limp, and whatever assortment of other injuries seemed less appealing.

“New plan!” exclaimed Uravity from behind. “Give me a lift.”

“What new plan? We didn’t have an old plan,��� Oboru argued, turning around to look incredulously at the gravity user.

Instead of answering, she took off running towards him, hooking her fingers together. Only reactions honed by his time as a hero let him activate his quirk to create a twister just as Uravity jumped. Without gravity holding her down, the torrent of wind sent her flying upwards.

She reached her hand out, keeping a brave face despite the fear she felt.

One touch is all it would take.

Wind rushed past her.

Moments felt like hours, and her fingers stretched forward.

The villain was almost within reach and then-

“DIE!”

BOOM!

The explosion seemingly came from nowhere and forced Uravity back in the direction of the ground.

Oboru couldn’t stop watching in what was either awe or abject horror at the newly arrived hero who managed to simultaneously wrap a hand around the beast’s claw and toss a falling heroine over his shoulder all before landing in a badass way that only the Explosion Hero Ground Zero could manage.

When the villain started to struggle, Ground Zero pressed him harder into the pavement with a series of mini blasts to illustrate his point, and when Uravity began struggling, he shrugged her off his shoulder and let her drop. Oboru frowned and debated moving closer to the hero who was known for a temper as fiery as his quirk.

The two other heroes were too busy squabbling to notice him.

“I didn’t need your help, Kacchan,” Uravity protested, unhooking the cuffs from her belt.

“Don’t call me that, Round Face, and where- TURN HUMAN ALREADY!” Ground Zero furiously slammed the villain in his grasp against the street. “Where’s the damn cage?”

“I’ll go get it.” The pink and black woman passed off the cuffs and left.

Oboru stepped closer and cleared his throat.

“We had it under control,” he insisted, frowning, standing his ground at the red eyed gaze turning in his direction. The fierce stare of a hero that succeeded. That won.

There was a terse silence.

“Who the fuck even are you?”

“I’m Monsoon,” Oboru answered after spitting out another mouthful of blood. It’d be a good idea to see a doctor as soon as possible about his rib.

“I don’t actually give a shit,” snarked the explosive blonde. The responding sigh came out more as a growl, and Oboru narrowed his eyes. “Where the hell is Angel Face?” The question was clearly rhetorical.

With no desire to interact with the angry hero, Oboru remained quiet until they heard the bubbly woman calling out to them.

Following behind her was a group of police officers with a heavy, steel box being pulled behind on a truck. With a touch from Uravity’s pink fingerpads, Ground Zero easily managed to toss the villain into containment with an extra explosion for emphasis.

A pressure grew in his stomach as Oboru watched Gound Zero shut the door and stretched his arms overhead while Uravity ran over to wrap an arm around his waist and kiss his cheek, which earned her an angry swear. Several cops crowded them to get a statement, but a paramedic arrived to lead Oboru to a waiting ambulance. Heat bloomed in his cheeks upon the realization that he was the only one injured in the altercation.

They sat him down on a stretcher and gave him a quick once over, but his gaze stayed on Uravity and Ground Zero. What kind of hero has to be rescued? Oboru had plans. He had goals. Ever since being rescued as a kid, he wanted to be a hero, and that was turning bottom-side-up. He’d have to do better. He would do better. Whatever it took to live up to All Might.

The stretcher jerked when they moved him into the ambulance, and Oboru grunted, the pain in his ribs matching the blow to his dignity.

He got one last look at the other heroes before the doors closed on him.

[shelleyseale]

Fall-Focused Excursions in SoCal

If you’re looking forward to a fun-filled October, fall season or holiday getaway but haven't decided on a destination, you should definitely consider our top picks for great excursions in Southern California.

Buena Park

Home to five of the seven major attractions in Orange County, the area has long been considered the entertainment capital of Southern California. It’s an ideal location since there are so many exciting things for everyone to do within a few miles of each other! In fact, it’s only five miles from Disneyland, 15 miles from beaches and 20 miles from downtown Los Angeles ... but perhaps a million miles from your everyday life. So that means you’ll get the best bang for your travel buck.

Knott's Berry Farm & Soak City

For example, you can dive into some outdoor thrills at 'Knott's Berry Farm' theme park featuring rides that are sure to get your heart racing!  "HangTime," set 150-feet above the boardwalk, is the first and only dive coaster in California, while the new white water attraction "Calico River Rapids" will take you into uncharted territory. However, if adrenaline isn’t your thing, Knott’s Berry Farm is bursting with other attractions and entertainment for all ages, including stage shows, interactive experiences, delicious food creations and family-friendly fun featuring Snoopy and the Peanuts Gang. While in Buena Park, you can continue to make a splash at Orange County's largest outdoor water park, "Knott's Soak City," which boasts 23 water slides, a gigantic wave pool and cabana rentals!

Unique Dining Spots

When the sun goes down, you can make "eating" an experience with interactive dinner shows like the "Pirate's Dinner Adventure" set aboard an 18th century Spanish galleon replica ... the "Medieval Times Dinner and Tournament"... or the new vaudeville variety dinner show, "Teatro Martini." For all you foodies hungry for high-quality cuisine, check out Porto's Bakery and Cafe featuring the owners' original recipes from Cuba. With its famed potato balls, pastries and more, you’ll quickly taste why this eatery has a four-and-a-half star rating on Yelp with nearly 4,000 reviews!

Grilled steak plato from Porto's Also be sure to check out Mrs. Knott's Chicken Dinner, which has been family tradition In Buena Park for more than 80 years!  One of America's most popular family restaurants, it’s been serving up Cordelia Knott's fried chicken, homemade biscuits and boysenberry pies since 1934. In fact, Buena Park is the birthplace of the boysenberry––created right there more than 60 years ago. I also love the food and atmosphere at Rock N Brews, the brainchild of KISS front-men Gene Simmons and Paul Stanley, which serves up comfort food and a side of rock 'n roll. Also popular is The Cauldron Sprits and Brews, an immersive dining experience featuring uniquely themed French-casual gastro grub with a wicked twist. This includes the “Knotty Kid” cocktail named after the adjacent amusement park, made of boysenberry cotton candy, vodka and lemon juice.

Military Honors

Another reason I recommend vacationing in Buena Park is because it’s an affordable SoCal destination with reasonably-priced hotels, and the city often has great promotions. In fact, this November and December, the City of Buena Park will honor the men and women of the United States Military with exclusive deals on the area's top hotels, attractions and restaurants. Perks include complimentary upgrades, free theme park admission and discounted rates on Buena Park Hotels.  Those interested can learn more at VisitBuenaPark.com/military. So, in all, Buena Park is a fabulous home base for fall and holiday travel, with tons of potential for fun, food and adventures! Check out VisitBuenaPark.com for more information and to order your free travel guide!

Oktoberfest at Big Bear Lake

Also fun this fall is Oktoberfest at Big Bear Lake, happening every weekend from now through November 2, where you can break out those lederhosen and dirndls and cluck the night away to the chicken dance! Of course, you can also enjoy ice-cold German beer served at eight bars, including the Craft House, which serves a variety of beers to go along with juicy bratwurst hot off the grill, homemade sauerkraut and fresh apple strudel. At Big Bear Lake Oktoberfest, there’s continuous live entertainment on two stages––including traditional polkas and dance floor favorites performed by real German bands. Other fun activities include log sawing competitions, stein holding contests, beer pong and more. There’s also a family section full of midway carnival games, face painting, inflatable slides and multiple bounce houses. So, see for yourself why Big Bear Lake’s event is Southern California’s number-one rated Oktoberfest. Purchase tickets online at BigBearEvents.com.

Big Bear Ropes Course

While in Big Bear, also check out the ropes course, which takes family adventure to new heights! This two-level obstacle course for both kids and adults towers 35 feet off the ground and offers 37 different challenges. Many of its features are exposed to nothing but air. One exciting element is the sky rail zipline stretching 80 feet and extending out onto a ledge, enhancing the overall thrill. Big Bear ropes course ensures the highest standards of safety, including a full-body harness connected to a safety line that’s inserted into a continuous track system. Each participant is fully secured at all times, from start to finish. The Big Bear ropes course is open daily, all-year round, and the cost is just $12 per person. Check it out at BigBearRopesCourse.com.

Big Bear ropes course

Unique San Diego Hotel Experience

All of that travel will surely make you tired and hungry, so I have some tasty finds on that front as well—a few of my favorite experiences in San Diego. First up in “America’s Finest City” is the Bristol Hotel in downtown San Diego, just steps from the famed Gaslamp Quarter, the waterfront and some of the city’s best restaurants and attractions. Known for offering exceptional service, the hotel recently put the finishing touches on a mid-century, modern-inspired renovation reflecting the vibrant art and music scene of the 1960s. Guests can choose from a variety of room types, including three luxurious two-room suites, each themed after a landmark year in the 1960’s. Each suite features its own record player and record collection, so music fans can enjoy their favorite tunes while traveling. The Bristol’s “Party Like it’s 1969” package is fit for a fall getaway with a nostalgic twist. It features accommodations, discounted valet parking, an in-room game of Twister and a “morning after” kit – all perfect for a little weekend R&R!

The Bristol suite with record player Speaking of mornings at the Bristol, you can start your day at their beverage brewing station with tea and coffee each morning.  Located on the lobby floor, the hotel’s comfortable lobby lounge is a great spot to meet with friends for a warm beverage to begin planning the day’s activities. Dining options around the property are aplenty from alfresco eating on the sidewalks of this dynamic and cosmopolitan district, to sky high at a rooftop lounge, or in an intimate and ornately designed restaurant.

Top San Diego Dining

Also while in San Diego’s downtown Gaslamp Quarter, be sure to visit STK! Known for being “Not Your Daddy’s Steakhouse,” this restaurant offers a fun and dynamic fine dining experience. It’s an artful blend of a modern steakhouse and chic lounge into one fabulous outing focusing on the dining experience as a whole versus any singular aspect of a great night out. It’s not just STK’s food, sleek décor, in-house DJ or elevated Happy Hour offerings, it’s a combination of all these things creating their signature Vibe Dining. Popular dishes include bite-sized Lil’ BRGs made with Wagyu beef, Bigeye Tuna Tartare with soy honey emulsion, and, of course, the highest quality and cuts of steak. And, STK’s transparent and traceable beef program brings guests exceptional cuts of meat and crave-able rare dishes seldom found in restaurants. Find this and all of their locations online at STKSteakhouse.com.

STK Steakhouse San Diego I would be remiss to not also tell you about Eddie V’s Prime Seafood––a luxury dining destination known for prime seafood and premium hand-carved steaks—which has multiple locations in San Diego, including La Jolla and the harbor adjacent to downtown.  This fine-dining restaurant serves only the freshest seafood from pristine waters around the world, plus artistically prepared seasonal items. Their steaks are hand-cut from the finest specialty-aged, center-cut beef available, ensuring peak flavor. Its award-wining wine list is curated by its advanced sommelier, and there’s a crafted ‘Cocktails with Attitude’ menu in their “V Lounge.” Here you can sit back, relax and enjoy live Jazz, R&B and Blues musicians for an unforgettable evening. Eddie V’s can actually be found across the country and, while each location is unique in its setting, artwork and décor, they all share an unmistakable elegance. Visit EddieV.com for all locations, menus and live music schedules. And finally, also in San Diego this fall—November 10th through 17th to be exact—the city will host its 16th annual San Diego Bay Wine and Food Festival, which is an international showcase of the world's premier wine and spirits producers, chefs, culinary personalities and gourmet foods. It’ll feature over 200 wineries, breweries and spirit companies, and 60 of San Diego’s top fine-dining restaurants. Tickets for the fabulous Grand Tasting, and other festival events, are available online at SanDiegoWineClassic.com. ~~~ ***Some or all of the accommodations(s), experience(s), item(s) and/or service(s) detailed above may have been provided or arranged at no cost to accommodate this review, but all opinions expressed are entirely those of Merilee Kern and have not been influenced in any way.*** Read the full article

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Dating places in singapore at night

15 Restaurants for a Perfect First date in Singapore Not to mention the variety of appetising small bites available and their extensive cocktail menu, this location will seal the deal.  Sure, the long and exhausting round trip hike to the free-standing suspension bridge will take you at least three hours, but hey, the couple that sweats together stays together.  We like Earl of Hindh for its colonial-inspired interiors and richly spiced Indian cuisine.  The screens classics and indie films until as late as 4am.  You may even catch the Crane Show from afar or the occasional display of fireworks during the weekends from Resorts World Sentosa! Watch the sunset as you watch an old school favorite or a new blockbuster.  The Substation itself is an interesting space where experimental and contemporary works in music, theatre, literature, dance and visual arts are staged.  Those brothels in Geylang mostly legalized and licensed by government but still have some illegal houses that operating prostitution.

Top 10 Scenic Places To Visit In Singapore Cons: Your date may or may not see you absolutely hammered by the end of the night.  Home to less than 30 families, the rustic cluster of zinc-roofed houses near Hougang has been standing since 1956 and feels like a portal to the past.  Where did you have the most romantic date of your life? This bar is so chic and captivating it attracts the most glamorous, sophisticated bunch.  Take an evening stroll at picturesque spots Henderson Waves Bridge.  While its setting may be a far cry from fancy fine dining establishments, 49 Seats is actually ideal for a casual yet romantic date.  The vibe is old-school cool with many of the original features of the halls remaining.

10 Best Ladies Night Spots in Singapore Perfect For an Affordable Girls Night Out Keep tabs on their website for their latest interactive workshops and outdoor movie screenings.  It's always the same old places, same old food and same old activities year in year out.  No actually, the same view with a better atmosphere.  Address: 116 Bukit Merah View, Henderson Road, Singapore 151116 Opening hours: 10:30am — 5:00am, Closed on Tuesdays For guilt-free indulgence at midnight, head on down to chow on their kway chap that swims in a flavourful herbal broth.  The queue may be long but it clears fast.  The rustic earthy decors of bricked walls and vintage posters will make you feel at home right away.  Kumar needs no introduction, having been in the entertainment scene for over two decades.

27 Affordable Romantic Restaurants In Singapore For Dates Remember to bring your helmet and cycle lights, and wear light-coloured clothing too.  Affordable 3-course set lunch specials are available daily till 2.  The cinema will be quiet, and you can have a wider selection of seats to choose from.  Located in the vibrant , Blu Jaz spices things up with find hip-hop and bass acts setting this spot ablaze, but more frequently, the ground floor hosts free-flowing jazz bands that are open to improv, churning out tunes as smooth as butter.  Though these venues add spice to your dates, ultimately a s long as you both enjoy each other's company it really doesn't matter where you go.  You might want to consider checking it out during a staycation at neighbouring Marina Bay Sands! Participants can even vote for the movie being screened! Free Battle it out at trivia night To show off your collection of random facts and mostly useless tidbits of life, challenge your couple friends with a double or triple date for trivia night organized by groups like , , and at pubs across town, including and.

We’ve fallen in love with these romantic places in Singapore If you are traveling to Singapore for sex engagement, try to book hotels around Geylang.  Long Bar When — Anytime day or night, Long Bar is always bustling Who — Tourists and a more casual, relaxed expat — no businessmen here What — Colonial club feel attracts the playful and open-minded! They are lots of dating spots in Singapore for couples on a tight budget.  Categories: Tags: About Catherine Willingham.  As a marketing guru and relationship coach, Louise is working with to compile a comprehensive guide to the best singles hotspots in The Lion City.  That might just be the antidote - laughter's the best medicine! What can be worse than depriving yourself of good food and good company? Bring along your bicycle or skates, or rent them from stalls along the stretch, and enjoy breezing past the peaceful backdrop of nature.

Nightlife in Singapore Your arrival is between 6pm to 7pm — just in time for you to settle in and watch the sunset as you wine and dine a three-course meal mid-air.  Perfect if that trip to Japan seems too far away! And a handful of cafes have hit on a new fad to rake in the crowds: cuddly kitties.  Saveur Tucked away at the humble Far East Plaza, one should not belittle this small storefront of Saveur.  A couple that grows fat together, stays together.  This is where you come for modern barbecue.  Tropical paradise awaits at , , , and , where you can explore the land, pack a picnic, and lay by the beach.

We’ve fallen in love with these romantic places in Singapore Nosh on seafood at a modern floating kelong Photo: Forget regular seafood restaurants.  Also, you have the option of switching up your bowl of white rice to mee sua, an interesting twist to this traditional Chinese dish.  Close your eyes and imagine being in another country.  Nassim Hill Bakery Bistro Bar With its unpretentious, cosy interior, Nassim Hill proves to be just perfect for a casual date.  This may provide a more intimate experience since the Singapore Flyer cabins are shared.  Not a fan of prawning but a huge fan of seafood? It's a great place for picnics, trekking, swimming, soccer and also dolphin-sighting yes you read that right! One that would be kind to the pocket, but with a romantic enough yet casual ambience to hold meaningful conversations.

10 Romantic Dating Spots in Singapore for Couples on a Budget Enjoy the comprehensive view of Sentosa and the harbour at sunset while on this hour and a half trip.  Besides the lack of sweat from the sweltering heat our country is famous for, the roads are practically empty late midnight, which makes it perfect for cycling.  Address: China Square Central 01-25, 20 Cross Street, Singapore 048422 Tel: 6536 6739 14.  Bring on Twister, Scrabble, Monopoly, Aeroplane Chess, and Jenga! Check out the world's first full butler sky dining options.  We also love their cushioned bus-stop style seating, which brings all the social benefits of standing up, whilst giving that extra bit of support for tired legs.  Once you are there, Kusu island is only a five-minute boat ride away.  We long ago , but we think we might need a bit of a nudge when it comes to organising a hot date with our hot other halves.

35 Fun Things To Do in Singapore This Weekend: Free Guide to Cool Activities Coney Island Park Pulau Serangoon This picturesque 50-hectare park is home to more than 80 species of feathered creatures including Baya Weavers, the Oriental Magpie-robin and parakeets, making it perfect for a day of bird-watching.  Psst… we heard the area behind Hort Park Canterbury Road, Berkshire Road, Hyderabad Road also holds some fantastic scenery! Bring a lovely homemade breakfast to enjoy as the sun slowly rises.  Check out these other stories: On this registration page you can sign up to become a free Coconuts User, which does not grant you unlimited access to Coconuts content.  They make mean cocktails, too! While that might be the case for most celebrity restaurants, there are actually a handful of other romantic cafes and bistros that will prove your mindset wrong.  Bird-watchers have plenty to keep an eye out for too, such as rose-ringed parakeets and collared kingfishers.

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Thor

Okie dokie, here we go one more time (obviously we’ll be doing it more times than one more) for another MCU film. This time I’ve got a jar of delicious greasy olives to hand and I’ll be watching Thor (2011). 

The only difference between this and other tweet-alongs is that I’m actually not going to tweet it! Yeah... I know that’s not really allowed but screw you! I make the rules and I prefer this format with the pictures and everything all at once.

Also since starting this I’ve lost 5 followers. It means almost nothing to me but I don’t want to be an annoying pest and I can see how filling up your timelines with endless tweets about a film you’re not even watching could get irritating. So suck it up, this is how it’s going to be from now on.

Anyway, on with the show.

What’s this? A rag-tag band of misfits in a van! If only they had a dog it could have been Scooby and the gang! They even have a Velma.

Daphney’s on point but looks like something awful happened to Fred. So sign of shaggy or scoob yet, no doubt they’re off somewhere making unrealistically tall sandwiches.

Oh, but maybe they’re baddies... they do appear to have a bomb,

Whoops, things aren’t going so well for them now. I’m having twister flashbacks!

Damn! Did they just hit someone? Maybe they are baddies...at least they got out to try and help. This has a sort of teen horror movie intro vibe to it. I’m sensing that they all might die soon. 

Oh now we’ve jumped back in time and now its a history documentary, That was unexpected! 

Oh not these guys from Game of Thrones! Is this set in Westeros then? Even the music is a bit like the GoT intro music.

Okay, this is a wackiest one yet, two alien races (that nonetheless look roughly humanoid) are having a war together on earth (of all places). It’s a little bit lord of the rings too. I’m having all kinds of feelings here. 

Asgard: also known as Organ pipe city.

So what? Fight to the death? My money is on the blond kid, the other one looks like the jealous villain type. 

I guess he did win then...Look at that cheeky wink. Although, I think it was aimed at his mother? Maybe that’s normal here. 

Healthy Asgardian flirting with mum

Alternate cast of The Lord of the Rings

And that guy dressed in jealous green must be his brother from before. Man he looks bitter. I bet he turns out to be the main baddy. These films have a track record of introducing the baddy within the first 10 minutes and I get the feeling it isn’t going to be Velma or any of the Mystery Machine bunch.

Oh Heck! Its an icy man! They’re baddies too!

Ooo, don’t piss off King daddy!

He’s such a sneaky snake. If only Thor didn’t have such an ego. He’s like Norse Tony Stark

Typical Gimli, in the room for 5 seconds and already grabbed a massive plate of food. 

Roadtrip! 

Why are they riding horses though, isn’t this world super high tech? Come to think of it, why are they wearing armor and fighting with swords? Don’t they have laser guns? Even that bloke from Ironman, living in a hovel in Russia, managed to cobble together a laser weapon. What gives!?

Idris Elba! Oh I hope he’s a main character! Looks like he needs a rest though... his eyes are pretty bloodshot.

Is this where rainbow road from mariocart is set? Or is that some kind of future techno-path?

Ideally I’d like to make some clever comment about this transportation sphere thing but its just too bizarre... Who know’s maybe this is what alien technology is like?

Hold your breath guys!

Could have said something earlier Asian Aragron! No use piping up now with your doubts!

Yep, I’m sure he’s going to back down now. He seems like the backing down type to be honest. Not a hot head, just easy going Thor, trying not to upset anyone.

Nobody calls me a woman! Even though there’s nothing wrong with being a woman. I’m not a sexist demi-god, really I promise! I know literally every other religion has a pretty bad track record but I’m different... It wasn’t what he said, it was the way he said it! 

Daaaaammnnnn! You got burned son! How you gonna let him front like that?

Oww! You got me right in the hand! No fair! And down he goes like a premiership football player. 

Cool hammer trick, I wonder how he does it? Magnets? It’ll definitely be magnets. I’ll bet it’s magnets.

Oh no! Frostbite! I’m sure there won’t be any long term consequences though.

Why is he only pulling out that attack now? Also, great wrist action, that must come in useful... Some friends he’s got though leaving him there to fight alone.

Another neat trick...This guy is a demon with the hammer.

Okay, now this is just hammer porn.

How many legs does that horse have? Is that part of the mythology?

Uh oh! Somebody is going to be grounded when they get home!

Isn’t Thor the god of lighting? If Final Fantasy has taught me anything about elemental damage its that he should have gained HP from that taser.

He’s going to end up in an institution! Hasn’t he worked it out that he’s on earth yet? They all knew about earth earlier.

Here’s Johnny!

I guess you’re not going to be crowned King Arthur.

Told you! That’s it buddy, you’re in the system now. Your only hope is a Native American smashing a window with a water fountain. 

Wow, Portman really has a knack for running this guy over.

HMB I’m going to get me a kingdom. 

Okay party’s over. Agent killjoy is here.

Yeah, real subtle Portman! I know he’s got a pretty ripped body though so I don’t blame you for acting like a school girl.

Oh surprise, surprise! Sneaky snake bro is a sneaky snake.

I’m blue dabba dee dabba doo. He actually might be that guy from X-men though. 

Stolen avatar baby. Again this seems familiar. Right George R.R. Martin? 

NO! DADDY!

HAHAHA! This guy is worse than Hulk for smashing.

How much did Zuckerburg pay for that totally unnecessarily distraction from the scene.

Oh she’s totally smitten. He’s everything a girl could want: brutish, zero social awareness, no money but really confident and with a killer bod. It literally makes no sense though, she’s a total babe but has to wait for a mental patient to literally fall from the sky to find a man. Has she even tried Tinder?

America! Land of freedom! They’ll steal your stuff and there’s nothing you can do about it...

Apple? you too? Aren’t you setting enough Ipods already? It’s 2011 for christs sake. I swear Velma is only in this for the product placement. 

The king is dead, long live the king. He’s like one of those co-workers who suddenly becomes a dick when they get a promotion so supervisor.

Good thing she turned up, that guy looked like he was about to show him to the back-room bestiality ring he runs on weeknights.

She’s doing some pretty impressive mental gymnastics there to even consider that he might not be completely bonkers. 

Is this a theme starting to emerge, ignoring daddies instructions?

Why does he need to go in there at all, that’s my question. we’ve already seen that he can use his magnet hands to summon it from a distance. He could have done that from up on the hill and then flown them both the hell out of there before anybody knew what was going on.

Gun or bow and arrow? 

Hmmm... I’m feeling cocky today.

I knew it was magnets! 

He just said it! Right there!

Oh, what a let down. He’s fucked now.

No use crying over impossible to pick up hammer. As they say.

Who’s this Robin Hood guy anyway, obviously not just a random grunt or he’d have gone with the gun and would probably be dead by now.

What is snakeboy doing here? It’s all your fault but don’t blame yourself. This guy is a sociopath.

I think my eyes just nearly rolled out of their sockets. Absolutely shameless.

Okay MUM!

Earth Daddy is a rebel after all. CHUG THE BEER, GET IT DOWN, DOWN IN ONE, DRINK IT ALL!

Of course it was all him all along. Sneaky snake.

MY VOICE IS RIDICULOUSLY DEEP AND RESONANT!

Just having a chilled night in with a good book and some ‘Go Lean’ Cereal! 

Oh! Heaven forbid that he see your cereal!

Greedy ginger Hagrid is always stuffing his bloody face!

“Don’t you DARE fat shame me!” 

Everything in Asgard is so serious and stern. Don’t they ever just chill?

So that’s where crop circles come from! It’s just the Norse gods popping in for a visit. Technically it is aliens then I guess.

Final boss? It does look like something from Dark Souls. 

Oh cool! Cosplayers! 

Just act natural guys...

Not dinosaurs? I it could happen right? Wouldn’t be the craziest thing to have happened in this film so far.

Oh no its just Norse Ironman. Eat shit Tony.

Just like in the wild west... but seriously, why hasn’t Norse Ironman used his face cannon to finish the job yet? He’s wide open!

Wow, that worked?

Psyche!

Oooofff!

He’s not going to have died though is he... lets get real here. Something is going to save him.

There we go space daddy’s tears made a massive hammer fly out of the sky and electrocute him back to health. 

Saw that coming a mile off, its straight out of the superhero user manual.

Can you really hit fire with a hammer?

It’s not exactly what you’d call comfortable though is it.

What a melt.

Really, all that tension and you’re only going to kiss her hand?

Finally.

WHAT? Double, double cross!? Such a sneaky snake but it won’t help you once Thor gets here.

What’s the big deal about frost giant genocide? They’re obviously evil! Just look at what they’ve done north of the wall already! They’ll eat Danarys! Don’t say I didn’t warn you!

How come it doesn’t just crush straight through him if its so heavy?

That was lucky. These superheros always get lucky.

Nice shot. This film has been surprisingly good quality, I think its the first one that I’ve really enjoyed the whole way through. Even despite its ridiculousness!

No surprises at who’s tucking in at the feast!

Awhh Daddy is finally proud of you. What a tear jerker.

Alright, lets see what happens in the after credits scene...

Oh its earth daddy and nicky the patch! Take a look at my energy cube? Oh no! who’s that in the background?! Not snakey snake bro!

The End.

Well I didn’t hate that one. I didn’t hate it at all. Tune in next time for Captain America. It’s one that I’m particularly looking forward to hating every second of. Bloody America man!