#but anyways I just wanted an excuse to draw them w stars

[chalcoporos]

A silly little comic about two silly little characters

(There was supposed to be a panel here but tumblr had to be a bitch)

[almightyhamslice]

GRYLL COMPILATION!!!!

I didn't forget abt them I just wasn't totally sure where to place them since they're meant to be encountered AFTER the story concludes. They're not even the last drawing in my Star Stacker series though! Very close to the end though... just two more drawings left!

Gryll is an alien witch who travels through the cosmos looking for people to stack stars with! They always conjure up the blocks themself, so their 'playmates' don't have the excuse of not having a game board or blocks... and if others don't know the rules of the game, Gryll explains it to them in agonizing detail! Gryll strikes me as being rather long-lived, but also incredibly carefree and not concerned about their own mortality & just living in pursuit of fun! They might be the same species of alien as (or perhaps an offshoot of) Marx's species? The two might've even played a game together once upon a time. Gryll can be irritating when it comes to asking others to play their games, but they do care about fairness-- they NEVER cheat because it removes the fun for them! They already know they're the best player, but they want to prove themself in an honorable way.

Other than their fixation on star stacking, Gryll is also very fond of onions! Their three onion companions are named Sugar, Salt, and Pepper; Sugar has no leaves, Salt has short leaves, and Pepper has long leaves. I think for Gryll, cultivating onions is less like farming plants and more like caring for animals? Like chickens, maybe? Though the onions themselves are smarter than that, so maybe it's more like taking care of parrots or crows? Point is they're really common on Gryll's homeworld and they like to have a few of them following them through space at all times. So they don't get lonely! Though, Gryll does also like the flavor of edible onions.

Overexplanation of my gijinka design under the cut!

Design wise I did kinda base Gryll's appearance off Marx (mostly cuz they both have huge shiny eyes and are from outer space! Though notably, Gryll has invisible/detached arms that are covered by arm warmers, and no external ears (maybe I will remove Marx's ears as well?). I knew I wanted to emphasize that they have detached arms, but very clearly visible legs! Though I also wanted them to have more stripes in their design, so I decided they should go to their arm warmers. Similarly, I thought they could use more red, so I added a little red shawl. My gijinka design has bare legs since I think they're a very striking feature of Gryll's in-game design-- Gryll has actual legs rather than connected shoes or floating shoes, which not a lot of Kirby characters have! Their top is cut on the sides; it's more androgynous that way I think, and it's also a nod to how Gryll was accidentally depicted with actual arms in one of their in-game panels. I interpreted the lines on their face as whiskers/patchy facial hair, again because it feels more androgynous to me! And I think it makes them look cute. I suppose it could just be blush or paint but I like whiskers!! Basically, I totally overthought Gryll's design lol! I think it's because this is their only appearance so I don't rlly have room to redesign them! Unless I feel like it later lol.

anyways heres my funny drafts of Gryll! They used to have striped sleeves but I wasnt satisfied w that rlly.

They remind me of a Rayman character or perhaps Rayman himself? (has only played Rayman 1 and failed miserably at it)

[tuberculosis-burger]

[ authors note: i went to bed early with a migraine last night, so since we missed out on the quirkyduo stargazing rp, enjoy a little fic of the moment instead :) ]

Far outside of Las Nevadas, the light of a starry sky gently floods a near-silent desert. The sounds in it are limited and muted, but Tubbo keeps track of each one.

The quiet click of his own keys in Wilbur’s hand. The crunch of sand under his feet as he steps out of the car. Wilbur’s voice, bouncing and dramatic as he bows low and addresses Tubbo with titles of royalty.

“You are such a goof,” Tubbo teases with a fond eye roll. He shuts the door behind him – quiet thump.

Wilbur opens the trunk – a swish, a clunk – and he pulls out a blanket. Lays it over the sand, smooths it out. It all rustles softly.

Wilbur says something else – another joke, an arm thrown in a wide gesture – and then he sits on the blanket. It takes an embarrassingly long moment for Tubbo to catch up to it. It takes long enough that Wilbur notices and repeats, a little less dramatically, “Tubbo?”

“Yeah,” Tubbo says. Wilbur is still looking at him. His legs move again. He finds a seat on a corner of the blanket at Wilbur’s side. “Yeah, sorry. I’m coming.”

“Lost in thought?”

“Yeah.” He hurries for a quick excuse, something better than I don’t even know what I was thinking about, and settles on, “I was just thinking, I forgot to tell Ranboo I’m staying out. I have to remember to do that. He always worries when I don’t come home.”

There’s only a tiny pause before Wilbur says, “You’d better text him, then. We don’t want a Ranboo conniption on our hands.”

“Conniption,” Tubbo echoes. His communicator is in his hands and he’s tapping out a simple message. “That’s a fun word.”

He sends the message with a heart at the end – nothing elaborate, just a little white lie about staying with Quackity in Las Nevadas – and then he joins Wilbur. Ranboo doesn’t need to worry tonight at all.

Tubbo tips his head back and studies the sky above them. The stars here are brilliant, bright and visible with stunning clarity. Wilbur was right; this is a beautiful place to look at them.

Wilbur is pointing out the constellations. Tubbo follows along, reminding himself where each star is in the sky and pointing to a few he knows himself.

“Do you ever feel like Pegasus doesn’t even look like a horse?”

Wilbur considers this. “I mean, it kind of does. There’s the body, and the legs–”

“That’s half a horse,” Tubbo argues. “It’s not a whole horse! It doesn’t even have wings.”

That draws a laugh out of Wilbur, a full proper one. “Okay, okay. Fair enough. Go on, tell me what other constellations don’t look like the real thing.”

“All of them,” Tubbo says immediately. “Except for the dippers.”

“Maybe you have no imagination,” Wilbur teases.

“Tell me Cassiopeia actually looks like a person.” Tubbo looks at Wilbur, right in the eye. “Tell me she looks like a lady and not, like, a weird W.”

“Cassiopeia W,” Wilbur quips. But then, “I don’t know, actually. Maybe if you turn it on its side?”

Tubbo tilts his head. The stars are sideways. “Still a W. Cassiopeia W.”

Wilbur laughs, softly, rippling over the cold sand all around them like a gentle wave. Tubbo smiles along with it. “She actually did not get a lot of wins.”

“Maybe the constellation is shaped like that to make up for it.” Tubbo drops the angle of his chin, gently stretching out the creak in his neck. “One W to make up for all the Ls.”

Wilbur laughs. It’s soft, rippling over the cold sand all around them like a gentle wave. Tubbo smiles along with it.

“I actually don’t know about Cassiopeia,” he admits. “I think I missed that story. Is it too much of a bummer?”

Wilbur makes a noncommittal noise. The kind of sound that means yes, but I want to tell it so badly anyway. “Sort of.”

When they were younger, Wilbur used to do this. He’d read stories out of books, but more often, he’d make up his own or retell one he knew from somewhere else, with his own little Wilbur twists and flairs added on. During summer evenings outside in tall grass and cricketsong, or through winters under wool blankets and woodsmoke, Tubbo, little enough for the memories to be lined with a layer of fuzzy distance now, would listen to Wilbur, young enough to still have an adolescent’s squeak in his voice, spin his tales.

Tubbo, much older now, settles onto his side. One elbow props up his chin. Wordlessly, eyebrows raised, he waits for Wilbur to start.

Wilbur needs no other encouragement.

He launches straight into the story. The enthusiasm is familiar; a lilt to his voice, the way he uses his hands to illustrate and punctuate. He introduces Cassiopeia, Andromeda, Poseidon and Cepheus and Perseus. Dances through their tale, as if he isn’t rusty at all. As if he still tells these stories every evening.

Who knows, maybe he does. Maybe that’s the charm of Paradise Burgers – an impromptu storytime by the proprietor.

Tubbo fights back a smile at the idea and focuses on the story again. Listens to a queen’s vanity, a god’s wrath. Very quickly, the story does not even seem to be about Cassiopeia at all anymore, but Wilbur has very much gotten into telling it, so Tubbo doesn’t interrupt with even a single word.

“Cassiopeia’s vanity brings Poseidon’s wrath upon her family,” Wilbur says. “And even after everything, she still hadn’t suffered enough. A monster attacks her city. Her husband sacrifices their daughter to save his city. And at the end of it all, she has not suffered enough.”

“What happens to her?” Tubbo breathes, just loud enough to push Wilbur on.

“Poseidon casts her into the sky instead.” Wilbur’s voice fills, just for a moment, with an emotion just shy of wistful and bitter. It’s almost tangible. There is something between the stars and this story that takes up a place in Tubbo’s ribs and sits there, hollow and aching. “The seas are calmed, so he throws her to the depths of the stars instead, cold and lonely and empty. This is the consequence to her arrogance: elevation to the highest heavens, and isolation all around it.”

Quiet settles all around them in the fading notes of Wilbur’s story. Tubbo studies the constellation above them a little longer.

“You’re right,” he says. “That did seem like a lot of L’s.”

Wilbur laughs, but a quieter thing this time. Muted. “Greek myths are like that.”

Silence wraps around Tubbo’s shoulders, somewhere between summer cricketsong and winter smoke. He lays back on the blanket, shoulders flat, hands on his stomach. He looks up at a thousand pinpricks of light and the shapes they make between them. Wilbur’s story, the stars above, the blanket below – everything mixes together in a nostalgic swirl that runs the past and present together like wet ink.

“Do the stars make you feel weird?” Tubbo asks. He pulls his gaze away from them, puts it back on Wilbur. It’s like if he looks at them a little too long, they might start looking at him too.

…That’s a Wilbur sort of feeling. Tubbo is starting to have Wilbur feelings. There’s a new fear. He’s turning into his—

His—

Well, whatever Wilbur is to him. He’s becoming a Wilbur, whatever that means.

Wilbur hums his answer. “I suppose. Small, perhaps? Like the sky is so wide and infinite, it makes you smaller in comparison.”

“Maybe?”

“Phil always said that if you look at the stars long enough, it makes your problems seem inconsequential. The sky is so big and infinite, and all the things that bother you are pretty damn tiny when you think about them from the stars’ perspective.”

Tentatively, Tubbo says, “That’s wise.”

Wilbur snorts. “Sure. And it’s kinda bullshit.”

Tubbo laughs through an exhale. “Okay, yeah. I didn’t want to say it. Yeah, that’s bullshit.”

“Maybe I don’t want to be small, Phil. Maybe I like having big problems.”

“The stars are wrong,” Tubbo jokes solemnly. “Make your problems bigger.”

“Maybe I will!” Wilbur grins wide, and then he leans back. Sets his hands on the blanket behind him, tips his head back to stare directly up at the stars. “I’m sure not feeling particularly small right now.”

“Me either,” Tubbo says. “You know I’m taller than Quackity?”

Wilbur glances his way. Starlight plays on the wire of his glasses. “Are you, really?”

“Yep.” He is. He noticed it a few weeks ago when Quackity had stood in the kitchen of Tubburger next to him and reached for a glass up on a shelf, up on his tiptoes, and Tubbo realized he could get to that shelf just fine. After Quackity left, he stood in front of it and reached a hand up. Fingers around smooth glass. Heels still firmly on the floor.

It isn’t by much. He doesn’t feel taller in any way except that he notices it every time Quackity stands by him now. He notices when he realizes he’s looking down, just a little, to meet his eyes. Notices when Quackity’s shoulder bumps him and it’s Tubbo’s arm, not his own shoulder too, that it collides with.

Tubbo is taller. Not by much, but enough for Tubbo to be quite sure. He was not taller than Quackity two years ago. He is now.

“Quackity doesn’t know yet,” Tubbo admits. “I haven’t told him. I think he’d have a–what’s your word?”

“A conniption,” Wilbur says, smiling.

“A conniption.”

See, the thing is, Tubbo is not small anymore. He doesn’t fit under Quackity’s arm or behind his wings. And that’s for the better, probably, because it means Tubbo isn’t that kid now. He isn’t a kid at all anymore, he guesses, but he’s not sure exactly when that happened. He just knows it did, because he doesn’t fit anymore.

He doesn’t fit into the fuzzy memories of hearth and story, either. He’s someone else entirely.

The kids who told and listened to stories are someone else entirely from the two of them on a picnic blanket in a lonely desert. That kid is probably gone forever, swaddled safely in a fuzzy blanket and tucked away in Tubbo’s memory. The one who used to fit under Quackity’s arm is gone too. All that’s left is him, Tubbo, in a desert, in a car, in a kitchen, and taller than he ever thought about being.

He wonders if Wilbur thinks he’s still the same as he was back then. He wonders if something is gone for him too.

“Tell me another story,” he says instead. “What’s that star?”

Wilbur tells him. This time, Tubbo closes his eyes to listen.

[hopelesshawks]

Can I request a Compress x Reader? Babytrapping + Breeding?

Ohhh interesting, of course you can! I rarely write for the villains so this will be fun. You didn’t specify but because baby trapping I did fem!reader. I also just realized you might’ve meant reader baby trapping Compress but I wrote Compress baby trapping reader so I hope that’s what you wanted 😅

The following request contains dark content. Check the warnings before reading

Warnings for vomiting, pregnancy, manipulation, non-violent sexual assault (baby trapping), breeding kink, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), minor dumbification? (reader is very no thoughts, head empty during the smut), minor size kink, minor pain kink

Three years.

Three years together and yet you never would’ve guessed that your boyfriend is the notorious Mr. Compress of League of Villains infamy.

You first met Atsuhiro while working at a hole in the wall theater company. He came up to you after performing one night and had been so effortlessly charming that you’d instantly been put under his spell. He was more intelligent than all of your exes combined and could make you laugh like no one else could. It hadn’t taken long for you to fall totally and completely for the charming man you met that night.

But all of that came crashing down around you when he came home from a “business trip” with a prosthetic arm and no amount of half-assed excuses about an accident on stage could assuage your suspicions. He managed to dodge a confrontation with you for almost a week before you’d finally put the final pieces together and went to him to demand an explanation.

“You’re a terrorist Atsu!”

“That’s just what the heroes want you to think my love, don’t fall for their propaganda.”

“It’s not propaganda it’s just a fact! People have died because of your actions!”

“And how many more have suffered or died because of heroes and the society they created.”

“You’re deflecting. I have always indulged your rants about hero society but this is too far! The man I fell in love with would never stoop to this level!”

Atsuhiro crosses the room to you in two quick strides, cradling your face gently with his hand while you feel the cool metal of his other find your hip, fingers slipping under your shirt.

“I’m still the man you fell in love with (y/n), I can assure you of that,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours.

“How could that possibly be?”

“Let me show you.”

He pulls you into a gentle kiss, reassuring in its care. As his lips move against yours, gently coaxing them to open so he can deepen the kiss and slip his tongue inside, you struggle to maintain your earlier anger. It’s a distraction and you know it is but it’s hard to resist as he starts to move you both back towards your bedroom. He makes quick work of your clothes and by the time your back hits the plush of your mattress you’re both already naked. His mouth finally releases yours to travel down your body, leaving bruises in his wake as he marks you as his.

“Atsu, wait we should, ah-” you start but he quickly shushes you before licking a long stripe up your waiting sex.

“Just relax Angel, let me take care of you. Let your thoughts drift away,” he all but purrs.

You try to focus on the conversation you know the two of you need to have but it slips from your fingers like grains of sand as he brings one hand to your swollen clit and starts rubbing slow circles. Your hands tighten in the sheets as he draws a low, keening whine out of you. His hazel eyes dance with smug satisfaction as he watches you try and fail to form a coherent thought. He doesn’t let up the pressure on your clit for even a moment as he drops his mouth to your waiting cunt and plunges his tongue inside. Your hand flies down to his curly hair on impulse, tangling in the brown locks and gripping tight. Your nails scratch along his scalp and your tight grip tugs at the roots of his hair but he loves the pain of it, knows it’s a sign he’s doing well as he brings up his free hand to add two fingers inside you as well. After so long together he knows your body just as well as you do and it takes no time at all for him to find that one spot inside you that has you seeing stars. Your climax builds and builds until you finally crash through the peaks of your pleasure, walls fluttering around your lover’s tongue and fingers as he coaxes you through your orgasm.

You’ve barely had time to recover from your orgasm before you can feel his erection pressing at your entrance. “W-wait, Atsu, condom,” you pant, shifting in the bed to reach for the bedside drawer but Atsuhiro stops you. “We don’t need it baby, wanna feel closer to you,” he murmurs, pressing kisses along your face as he eases you back down to laying flat on the bed. “But what if-” “You’re on birth control right?” he cuts you off. “I mean yea but-” “Then it’ll be fine, you worry too much.”

Any further protests you might’ve had are immediately silenced as a snap of your boyfriend’s hips has the tip of his cock brushing your cervix. You gasp as your body attempts to adjust to his girth. “You’re taking me so well baby, isn’t this so much better? Feel how close we are. Nothing between us, just as it should be,” he coos and it does feel good, good enough that despite the voice in your head telling you you should be cautious, you only nod and beg for more. The grin Atsuhiro gives you is almost blinding right before he presses his lips to yours, kissing you greedily as he slowly withdraws his hard cock before pushing back inside you again. You whimper and whine into his mouth as he starts to pick up the pace, each thrust more brutal than the last. Eventually he leans back and away from you, shifting your hips so he can plunge himself in deeper, but with his lips no longer occupied with yours he’s free to let his thoughts spill out and into the room:

“Gonna fill you up so well, fuck, my beautiful Angel.”

“You and me forever baby, gonna look so good round with my kids.”

“Taking my cock so well, can’t wait until you’re full of my seed.”

The words wash over you but barely register. There’s no room in your brain left for anything else as Atsuhiro takes over every corner of it. Language becomes a foreign concept to you, barely able to articulate your own pleasure in more than the sinful sounds dripping from your lips, let alone trying to process your boyfriend’s ramblings. His thrusts start getting sloppier as he brings one hand between you both to stroke your clit and push you over the edge with him. “I’m so close angel, I’m so close. Cum with me. Want you to finish with me while I stuff you full of my cum,” he pants and all you can do is nod as the coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter. As you clench harder around him he goes toppling over the edge first, crying out your name as he spills his load inside you. You never would’ve anticipated enjoying it so much but it’s that feeling that sends you over the edge, falling apart around his cock as he finishes filling you with his cum.

He helps you come down from your high with sweet kisses and whispered words of encouragement, but as the haze of lust fades, you start to remember the fight you both were having before. As much as you would like for this to be the kind of thing you can just kiss and make up over, it’s not and you know it’s a conversation that needs to be finished. Looking at your boyfriend as he settles more comfortably on top of you though, you can’t bring yourself to ruin the moment. Sleep is weighing heavy on your eyelids anyway so you resolve yourself to bring it up the next day.

Except the next day ends the same way.

And the day after that.

And the day after that…

Every time you try to bring back up Atsuhiro’s secret double life as Mr. Compress he manages to distract you just long enough to get you back into bed. At first you tell yourself it’s not a big deal that the conversation’s been delayed a couple days, but then it turns into a week. A week of very hot sex, mind you, but if the existence of Atsuhiro’s double life was a red flag then certainly his insistence on avoiding discussing it is an even larger one. After two weeks you finally resolve yourself to talking to him the next morning over breakfast, no distractions and no avoiding the issue with sex. Cooking helps with your nerves, giving you something to do with your hands and a task to focus on to help you ignore your roiling stomach. You end up making almost an entire breakfast buffet by the time Atsuhiro emerges from your shared bedroom to join you in the kitchen.

He barely has time to tell you good morning before you’re rushing him to the table and setting plates full of food down. You know you have to tread carefully so you use the time you both spend eating to organize your thoughts. This time for sure you’ll talk to him. You finally open your mouth to confront Atsuhiro once and for all but as you feel bile start to crawl up your throat what comes out instead is “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

No sooner have you said the words are you shoving away from the table and rushing into the nearest bathroom. You get to the toilet just in time, fingers clutching the rim of the bowl as you violently eject the contents of your stomach into the water below. It burns your throat coming up and your eyes sting, but a warm, comforting presence is by your side in an instant, one hand coming up to rub your back gently as the other pulls your hair away from your face. Only once your stomach is thoroughly emptied does the heaving finally stop and you’re able to sit back and catch your breath. “Are you ok my love? What’s wrong?” Atsuhiro asks with gentle care as he pulls you close. You shake your head, unsure yourself of what had turned your stomach. Sure, you were nervous to talk to Atsuhiro but not that nervous. It can’t have been something you ate since all you’d had was the breakfast you made and you know everything was cooked properly. You rack your brain for an answer only to go rigid when you start to settle on one.

“Atsu what’s the date?”

“The 22nd baby, why?”

Your blood runs cold.

You’d been so preoccupied with figuring out things with Atsuhiro that you hadn’t even noticed how much time was slipping past but there’s no doubt about it. Your period is two weeks late.

“I think I need to go to the doctor,” you whisper. No way in hell you’ll leave this up to a drugstore test. There must be another explanation for your sudden nausea. Sure, you and Atsuhiro had pretty much abandoned condoms. Every time you started to reach for one, he’d remind you how good it felt not to use one the first time and convince you to forgo it again. But you’re on birth control! This isn’t supposed to be possible.

God bless him, Atsuhiro doesn’t press you any further on why exactly you want to go to the doctor instead of trying to find something at home to settle your stomach. He simply helps you off the floor and then grabs the keys to your car so he can drive you to the doctor himself. You’re incredibly grateful that he doesn’t seem to share your nerves. He’s a calming presence next to you as your anxiety kicks into overdrive.

You’d asked Atsuhiro to take a seat without you while you checked into the urgent care. You didn’t want him to hear you describe your symptoms to the nurse waiting there. The kind woman immediately suspects the same thing you do and leads you to the bathroom so you can pee in a cup. She’s sympathetic and reassuring as she tells you to return to the waiting room while the doctor runs the pregnancy test but it does little to soothe your frayed nerves. The air in the waiting room feels oppressive and when your name is finally called to go back and see the doctor, Atsuhiro’s hand in yours is probably the only thing that keeps you grounded. You take a seat on the examination table and instead of moving to sit down in one of the chairs in the room, Atsu stays by your side, whispering reassurances into your ear. “Whatever’s going on I’m here for you my love.”

The doctor strides into the room shortly afterwards, greeting you warmly even if somewhat absentmindedly as she moves to the computer to check for your details. She confirms your date of birth and then after scrolling for a bit her eyes finally land on the results of your test. She smiles and your heart sinks. “Well it looks like congratulations are in order, you’re pregnant!” she exclaims, beaming at you. A lump forms in your throat as tears threaten to fall, anxiety making your hands shake as the weight of the situation starts to crash down on you. The doctor misinterprets your reaction and as she leaves the room to get you pamphlets on what to expect and how best to take care of yourself during your pregnancy, her reassuring words that promise you’ll make a great mother are anything but.

As soon as the doctor leaves the room you break, tears cascading down your cheeks as your chest heaves. Atsuhiro pulls you into his embrace, letting you fall apart in his arms as you come to terms with the news. “I’m not ready to be a mom, I can’t do it on my own,” you cry, hands clenching onto his shirt. “I know my love, I know, but you’ll never be alone as long as you have me. I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you,” he assures you, pulling you in even closer.

As you continue to cry into his chest, murmuring hiccuping thank you’s between heaving sobs, Atsuhiro can’t help but smile to himself.

He’ll have to remember to thank Dr. Garaki for the fake birth control pills later.

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[executeness]

In which NHS and WWX use their arranged marriage as an excuse for insincere, dramatic courting and everyone else suffers

Starring: @aethersea as hummingbird, @words-writ-in-starlight as Gabriel, and myself as Errant, the bitch in blue

The images are all screenshots from a Skype chat. Transcript below the cut. I’m sorry, I know it’s more accessible without the cut, but I don’t have it in me to put a 2.4K word post on ppl’s dashes.

Note: Found this in my drafts and went why? haven’t I posted this yet? Oh right I was going to Tag It Properly with accents or w/e but uhhhhhh... fuck it!

Errant: NHS and WWX engagement of convenience

hummingbird: now that would be a fun fic

Errant: They're bros, just bros engaged to be married

hummingbird: they're also the two people in this whole show most likely to spend every single night getting drunk and causing merry chaos through every city of every street

hummingbird: it would be the most chaotic marriage in a very long time

Errant: Probably a marriage arranged when they were pretty young and the adults involved still had some illusions about them getting more responsible with age

Gabriel: God, NHS and WWX are engaged and they put on this HUGE performance of swooning into each other's arms every time something goes slightly awry and NHS one time sees a snake and flings himself at WWX like a kid hurling themself at their parent's neck, and everyone is like "well at least this will keep them both Out Of The Way" while LWJ just absolutely drowns in envy.

Errant: And then NHS and WWX are actually in the same room for any significant length of time and the adults are left calculating whether there's any polite respectable way to bow out of the marriage arrangement just to, y'know, keep the buildings of the cultivation world standing

Gabriel: They got tipsy and made out one night in the spirit of experimentation and then they kind of frowned at each other and simultaneously went "well" and decided they would just have nice quiet affairs.  NHS is gay and WWX is bi but like.  It's just.  It's weird.  

hummingbird: as they get older they sometimes contemplate the merit of loud, flamboyant affairs, just for the drama. they have fun scripting some of the fights they'll have about it

Gabriel: WWX uses the engagement as an excuse to call NMJ "da-ge" just like NHS does and on the one hand this is a great marriage, like, politically, it's going to do great things for QingheNie, and it's nice that he's going to marry NHS (Not A Competent Cultivator) to the rising genius of the cultivation world, and it's great that NMJ has a brother to marry off so that he, personally, can focus on the more important issue of not dying of qi deviation any time soon, but also.

ALSO.

This Wei kid is going to drive him fucking insane before they're even married.

Errant: They would be RIDICULOUS if they were engaged and meanwhile the peacock would kill something for Yanli to even draw a little closer to him when startled? To smile at him sometimes and put her hand on his arm? Where are the snakes when JZX wants his fiance to leap into his arms (he ends up leaping behind her anyway)? H o w are NHS and WWX doing this

Gabriel: On the one hand JZX would peel his skin off and jump in vinegar before he ever asked Wei Fucking Wuxian for advice but also hEY WHAT'S YOUR SECRET

Gabriel: (Someday, eventually, LWJ and WWX get married, and NHS shows up to the wedding with the biggest most expensive wagon of gifts he could get his hands on and tells everyone who will listen about how lucky LWJ is and honestly it's a weird vibe, compared to pretty nearly everyone else at this wedding who is only barely convinced that the Yiling Patriarch didn't enchant LWJ into this.)

hummingbird: YES

hummingbird: nhs plays the tragic bereaved ex with absolutely no actual rancor and approximately three dramatic swoons per hour, and this while everyone else is standing around having awkward polite chit chat over canapes

Gabriel: LWJ has come around to NHS with the slow and confused progress of going from "you're going to get to marry the love of my life and I hate your fucking guts on principle but also I'm aware of how unfair that is so I will reserve myself to quiet glares from the sidelines" to "you were one of very few people to maintain even a neutral stance on the love of my life and you seem genuinely sorry he's dead so I guess we're alone in that camp and I should at least consider you an ally" to "you brought the love of my life back to me, and then hit him with a clue-by-four and made him come propose to me and then brought us a large collection of porn for a wedding gift?????" with VERY little in between those three states.

Errant: WWX gives NHS a booklet and gets a dramatic public kiss. JZX assumes it is poetry. It is not poetry. He does not discover this until after gifting Yanli a small booklet of poetry (it is, at best, endearingly bad). He swipes the booklet WWX gave NHS for "inspiration" and not only gets an eyefull of gay porn with no warning whatsoever, but ALSO gets caught by WWX, who goes into dramatics about JZX only liking men and leading on perfect angelic Yanli

Errant: Also NHS and WWX bicker gleefully over who gets to have affairs with whom

Gabriel: "I think Mianmian seems like a gentle lover," NHS muses, three jars of wine in.  "I want her on my list."

"You don't even LIKE women!"

"So????  Mianmian seems great!  I would buy her nice hairpins and we could go dancing!"

hummingbird: wwx decides he wants someone on his list from each sect and they start fighting over mianmian, The Only Sensible Person In The Jin Sect

Errant: I ENDORSE THIS MESSAGE

Errant: EVEN BETTER

hummingbird: mianmian does not hear about this, but jzx does and is conflicted over whether he has to challenge wwx to a duel now

hummingbird: conflicted bc he WANTS to, but he always wants to so he can't tell if this is a reasonable response or not

Errant: ... NHS seems too twink for WWX to call er-gege loudly and in public but I mean. Would that really stop him.

Gabriel: They meet XXC and Song Lan and after they're gone, NHS leans over to WWX and whispers quietly, "So, since he's your shishu, I get dibs on Xiao-daozhang, right?"

"He's a priest, A-Sang!"

"What's your point?"

Gabriel: Counterargument, they BOTH call each other gege and it's making everyone around them insane.

WWX, pouting dramatically: "Nie er-gege, buy me lunch?"

NHS, flinging himself into WWX's arms: "Of course, Wei gege, what's your pleasure?"

JC, so red he could feasibly be mistaken for a lantern: "GREAT NEWS! I'M GOING TO KILL BOTH OF YOU!"

Errant: OH. GOLD STAR TO THE SECT LEADERS FOR MATCHMAKING THE BIGGEST PAIR OF PILLOW PRINCESSES IN THAT GENERATION

Gabriel: I MEAN? PRETTY MUCH?

hummingbird: nhs is constantly buying wwx ridiculous gifts and no one can tell if wwx actually likes having seventeen near-identical lavishly embroidered kimonos in different colors (that he rarely wears, largely bc he doesn't want to get them dirty while training) or if this is some weird elaborate game of chicken they have going

Errant: NHS tries to imply that he'll have an affair with JC if WWX isn't careful. WWX basically falls over laughing and goes YOU'RE WELCOME TO TRY IT DEAR

hummingbird: for like a week nhs takes that as a dare and puts in a valiant effort

hummingbird: wwx spends that week following nhs around and crying out in anguish and woe whenever nhs flirts with jc, dramatically concealing his definitely-not-grinning face behind one of the twenty-three painted fans nhs has given him to date

hummingbird: this is partly so he can watch his brother get increasingly furious and partly so he can step in and rescue nhs when jc inevitably actually loses it

Errant: Obviously the adults have shit gaydar (the boys were just convenient) but who's going to look at them and see right through them like Wow. That's not even slightly going to work as an actual romantic/ sexual relationship

hummingbird: shijie has known from like day 2

hummingbird: jc still has not noticed

hummingbird: he gets deeply offended whenever nhs flirts with other people

hummingbird: lxc, in his position as resident owner of the lan braincell, notices, but doesn't really know how to have a conversation about it with his brother

Gabriel: He resorts to just wingmanning WWX hard and assuming that eventually either LWJ will admit his feelings or WWX will notice his

Gabriel: It. Does not quite work out.

hummingbird: he keeps arranging for wwx and lwj to be placed in the same groups for training groups, only then whenever they get back nhs and wwx run dramatically into each other's arms

Gabriel: NHS takes a while to notice that the only person more viciously angry when he flirts with other people than JC is LWJ but hey listen he wants his fiance to have the best! Maybe if he flirts even harder with everyone under the sun, someday LWJ will be so outraged that he's driven to defend WWX's honor! Wouldn't that be romantic?

Errant: Does he start flirting with LWJ or?

hummingbird: nhs has planned out like eighteen different dramatic fights with lwj over his fiance, trying to figure out the exact right nuance of bowing out with grace and yet still fighting hard enough to show to everyone everywhere that wwx is a catch and lwj is lucky to have him

Errant: WOULD BE GREAT TO SEE HOW LWJ HANDLES ACTUALLY UNWANTED FLIRTING

Gabriel: NHS flirts with LWJ one (1) time, and it's the only time he ever sees WWX actually bothered by it.  It's so jarring to see WWX's sun-bright smile flicker into something mildly pinched and frustrated that NHS drops the act immediately and asks if he's feeling unwell.

hummingbird: yes good

Errant: Okay but: who catches them in an extremely compromising position, maybe in their underrobes, b/c Nie Huaisang was trying to draw a porn position and couldn't figure out whether something was anatomically possible

Gabriel: Oh obviously it's LWJ.  This is the this-universe version of him finding JC, WWX, and NHS drunk and roughhousing, right?

hummingbird: absolutely

hummingbird: he tells Nobody

hummingbird: his brother is worried about him for like a WEEK afterwards, thinks maybe he's caught a cold or something and won't admit it

Gabriel: It's not--it's not against the rules.  It's disgraceful, to be sure, and a clear sign that NHS is not good enough for even such a rampant delinquent as Wei Ying, that he would seduce someone before they were even married, but they're engaged and it's not against the rules and he doesn't understand why he keeps seeing this flash of NHS yanking his hands off WWX's hips like he's been burned and the rumpled half-slipped collar of WWX's undershirt, showing a collarbone and a shoulder and the muscle of his chest and--

hummingbird: omg he goes straight to 'nhs is the real bad influence here'

Gabriel: LWJ is spending time in the cold spring for a different reason than healing, when LXC blithely sends WWX to find him.  He hasn't been able to fucking concentrate on meditating since he saw--this is ridiculous, and offensive to his sensibilities, and a clear indicator that something is wrong with his golden core, so therefore: cold spring.

Errant: First line of defense: sword Second line: Cold spring Third line: panic

hummingbird: wen qing is also one of the people who notices very quickly that this is never going to hold water as a real relationship. she's too busy to really get involved in any of this nonsense, but somehow no matter how many times she explains to wen ning that they're not dating and none of their fights are real, he still ends up roped into their ridiculous break-ups and their even more ridiculous dramatic reconciliations

Gabriel: Wen Ning, sweet kind boy that he is, has been convinced three separate times that they are really genuinely having a permanent falling out, and even if they're not going to get together together he still wants them to be friends, okay, jiejie????

hummingbird: "every goddamn time" wen qing mutters to herself as she finds wen ning once again carrying notes between wwx and nhs in the dead of night. everyone is supposed to be asleep. she was out doing recon for her secret wen tasks, and her baby brother was supposed to be asleep, but instead he's out here catching his death of cold as he runs messages back and forth for these two MORONS

hummingbird: "but jiejie they're not speaking to each other! this is the only way I've gotten them to talk in three days!"

Errant: Consider: NHS has a moment of deviousness and convinces LWJ to spar with WWX so NHS can do "figure studies"

Errant: WWX is under strict instructions to make the positions as compromising as possible

hummingbird: absolutely devastating for all involved

Errant: They're sparring, they're sparring, they're sparring... HOLD THAT POSE. LWJ is basically pinning WWX to a flat surface (vertical or horizontal) they're both breathing hard and the tiniest bit sweaty and at first WWX is joking and laughing (maybe flirting! In front of his betrothed! Shameless!) But then there's one where he's just staring into LWJ's eyes and LWJ completely loses the plot

Gabriel: NHS's sketches of it are uh.  Not Suitable For Public Viewing.

hummingbird: honestly he's not sure he should even show wwx

Gabriel: He and WWX have this in common, the being a good artist, and in this AU LWJ definitely hears NHS offhandedly mention that he wants to get WWX to paint one of his fans, have you seen how lovely his painted flowers are, Lan-xiong?  And then maybe Huaisang could paint it with watercolors!  WWX prefers black and white, anyway, wouldn't that look lovely?  And LWJ can't even begin to define the rush of bitterness that almost blinds him, he just cuts a frigid glare at NHS and sweeps away before he can see the satisfied smirk that spreads over NHS's lips behind him.

hummingbird: oh nice

hummingbird: hmm. how much goading can lwj withstand before he just up and leaves? gets himself an assignment chasing monsters somewhere just so he won't have to look at huaisang's stupid face anymore

Gabriel: Well, after the whole cold pond cave debacle, LWJ can't leave, because he's been given a task, he has to carry the Yin Iron, and WWX is trailing after him (NHS told him to go) and when NHS joins them he can't get rid of him because he's the bane of LWJ's existence but also he is the brother of a sect leader and he could go crying to his brother and make Lan Xichen's life very hard.

[jadelotusflower]

Robin Hood Rewatch: 3x10 - Bad Blood

aka Retcon: The Episode, aka Childhood Trauma, aka Daddy Issues

Kate, not being in this episode, is safe from my ire week - this time it is directed towards Malcolm, the worst father in the world. I’m aware that this rewatch has devolved from a commentary into a litany of complaints, so proceed with caution.

Again, they should have called this episode Sins of the Father instead of 3x04.

Guy is very nervous walking around the forest, carrying a makeshift bow and arrow. Robin finds him and they draw their swords instead of trying to shoot each other.

I think it’s pretty clear now that we’ll never see Robin’s scimitar again - it was left in the Holy Land and he carries a broadsword now. Just another confirmation that the Robin of season 1-2 has been all but erased.

But before we can get to our once-a-season Robin/Guy smackdown, they both get shot with sleeping darts from a unknown assailant.

Credits! Where we don’t get our usual cast, since they won’t be appearing in this episode. Instead we get the guest stars, and all the clips are of Robin and Guy, which is quite well done actually.

This episode is written by Lisa Holdsworth, who wrote Let the Games Commence earlier this season.

Robin and Guy wake up around a fire, where a hooded figure with a raspy voice wants to tell them a story. We know it’s Malcolm, and that the boys don’t figure that out when he starts to tell the story that only he and a dead woman would know, is a choice.

“Everyone knew that we both became orphans that day.” Everyone except the audience!

And we’re into the flashback, helpfully “twenty years earlier” where Malcolm and Ghislaine are meeting in secret. “Ghislaine of Gisborne” has real Julia Goolia vibes. She’s played by Sophie Winkleman, who was older Susan in Narnia 2005 - and Lady Susan in Sanditon if you like coincidences.

Teenage Guy is rather creepily spying on them.

Back in the present, Robin refuses to believe it and is likely projecting a little when he steadfastly declares his father “loved one woman only.”

We don’t know what happened to Robin’s mother - my headcanon is that she died in childbirth.

Guy accuses Robin of being shielded from reality by Malcolm, and...yes? Generally parents try to shield their eight (ten?) year old children from the ills of the world?

There’s was a feast at Locksley, and we see little Isabella, even if she gets no lines the entire episode. And wait...if Robin and Isabella knew each other as children, and appear to be around the same age, why was this never mentioned before now? I know, it hadn’t been thought of yet, but this should have played heavily into their dynamic.

Missing from the flashback who should have been there: Edward and Marian - I would have liked a nice little scene with Robin and Marian bickering or something, but maybe they didn’t want to visibly put teenage Guy next to small child Marian.

It’s conceivable they wouldn’t be at a feast in Gisborne, but Much absolutely should have been there. There’s no excuse for him not to be, other than they wanted to hone in on Robin and Guy.

The bailiff Longthorn arrives to ask who will be lord now that Ghislaine’s husband has been declared dead, and when she says herself he argues that the land should be returned to the Locksley holdings

Malcolm is referred to “Lord Locksley” - isn’t he an Earl? Lord Huntingdon, surely? Anyway he chooses not to take the lands back.

Alright, my next pet peeve. Robin’s recurve bow. I suppose it was never explicit that he got it himself in the Holy Land, only that Luke Scarlett was unfamiliar with it - which technically works since he wouldn’t have been born at the time on this flashback. But if Robin had been kicking around with that thing for years, surely it wouldn’t be such a novelty?

And where did Malcolm get it? Did he fight in the crusades too? I know it’s pedantic to keep bringing history into a show that is deliberately ahistorical, but this flashback would be taking place around 1174-5, when there was no active conflict in which England was involved in the Holy Land, and there’s no indication that Roger went there for either pilgrimage or penance.

The recurve bow as an inheritance from his useless father takes away from the character beat of Robin acquiring knowledge and respect on his own journey, and I hate that it’s been repurposed like this.

So we get to the purpose of this episode: junior jerk Robin and sullen sadboi Guy, to make us think that hey teen Guy wasn’t so bad after all, and ugh, child Robin sucks. It’s just so...inelegant.

I actually think Charlie Row is a good fit for young Robin, but Tommy Bastow as young Guy is less of a match.

Robin shows off trying to shoot down a lantern and instead the fire wheel comes crashing down on a priest - he then denies he was responsible.

Longthorn blames Guy and throws his misogyny around, wanting him hanged to hurt Ghislaine. Malcolm is comically inept despite ostensibly being the well respected Earl, and Roger arrives to exert his status as lord of the manor. Longthorn stabs his hand and Roger shows no pain, Ghislaine arrives to say the priest will live, and Guy is freed.

Robin of the present claims that he made a mistake and the incident made him a better man, child Robin is penitent at his mother’s grave. He confesses to his father the hypocrite, who tells Robin he must take responsibility when he’s done something wrong.

As an explanation for Why Robin Is The Way He is, there’s just not enough in this for me.

Ghislaine and Malcolm meet in the forest, and he’s figured out Roger has leprosy. And uh oh, she’s preggers, and too far along to pass it off as Roger’s. Longthorn is spying from the woods, and wow are these two terrible at secret meetings.

Malcolm seizes on the opportunity to cast Roger out and marry Ghislaine himself, what a creep. Not so keen on applying that taking responsibility speech to himself and his unborn child, is he?

Back at Locksley Gisborne Manor, Roger is sitting by the fire. I know they just repurposed the Locksley set and it’s not actually meant to be the same house, but they didn’t even remove the Locksley crest from the mantle.

He knows about the affair, but is remarkably sanguine about it - and we have the comparison of Guy’s father = pretty decent fellow, and Robin’s father = dick.

Roger is condemned as a leper, including by the priest Ghislaine saved. She declares herself a widow. He is unable to climb out of the grave by himself and Malcolm helps him - an act that makes him seem generous to the people, when we know it’s his fault Roger has been cast out. I really can’t express how much I hate Malcolm.

Guy, distressed, tries to follow and Malcolm stops him, reminding us that not only has Malcolm’s actions hurt Ghislaine - a woman he claims to love - but he has taken a father away from Guy and Isabella, all for his own selfish ends.

Robin declares he won’t go in a leper’s house, and this is where I feel the characterisation doesn’t square with his future self - hubris, self-aggrandizing and showing off, sure, but Robin at his core is kind, particularly to those below him, in a way that seems more innate that acquired. Yes he’s still a child, and the plot of this episode is that he “learned” to be better because of these events, but it just doesn’t ring true for me.

Not that I think Robin does anything terribly bad this episode - he’s a brat at worst and still a child, but it seems a deliberate turn of the narrative to position him as the cause of Guy’s ruin in a way that is reminiscent of Once Upon a Time and the villianisation of child Snow.

“Imagine you had lost what he had lost.” I mean, we just saw a scene of Robin at his mother’s grave? He has indeed previously lost what Guy has just lost?

Longthorn arrives to blackmail Malcolm and Ghislaine - he wants the Gisborne lands or he’ll blab about the baby. Malcolm’s plan is to agree to hold him off, then quickly marry her so the lands become his. Either Malcolm is just stupid or is again forming plans that suit him best - he could simply say that now that Roger’s been stripped of his holdings he’s exerting his right to reclaim Gisborne after all.

Even if Longthorn did tell everyone about the baby, I hardly think it would be that big of a scandal, so long as they married before the child was born. Again, Malcolm’s the Earl! He has immense privilege and power! A lowly bailiff is hardly going to be an obstacle!

Teen Giz sees Ghislaine visit Roger at the leper colony, and is quite rightly angry that she forbids Guy from seeing him but goes herself.

He confronts her and suggests they all go back to France, but she goes into labour.

Baby Archer has a birthmark of an arrow on his chest. Malcolm takes him away to give to a random mustache.

Back at the leper colony, Guy tells Roger about the wedding and accuses him of not fighting for their family.

Robin is practicing his archery and sees Roger, rushing to tell everyone about it and Longthorn whips up the mob. Just to make sure Guy has a “valid” reason to hate Robin, I guess.

Guy accidentally starts a fire trying to keep Malcolm away, then gets the silent Isabella out (seriously, why does Isabella get absolutely no attention in the flashbacks?).

Malcolm finds Roger with Ghislaine upstairs, the men fight and the Robin/Marian/Guy parallel could not be more on the nose.

Ghialaine really has no agency granted to her at all - she starts out strong declaring she will be the “lady of the manor” but then spends the flashback drawn along by the whims of Malcolm and Roger as she vacillates between them, has her baby taken away, and then dies.

Robin tries to go inside to his father, but is retrained by the priest. Guy just stands there, and in the present day laments that he should have gone in to save his mother.

Malcolm reveals that she was already dead, as when she tries to stop him killing Roger he pushes her away and she hits her head. Okay, so it could get more on the nose.

In the present, Guy tries to strangle Robin - his impeccable logic being since Malcolm is already dead, he can kill Robin in his stead. Malcolm reveals that the former isn’t true.

Because it turns out Roger couldn’t bring himself to kill Malcolm, instead he just wants to die with Ghislaine. 

Robin throws Guy off, claiming that his father never would have left him alone. Malcolm reveals himself, heavily scarred from the fire, and Robin’s heart visibly breaks.

“How could I be your father, after what I’d done?” Um...maybe that’s when you most needed to be his father, Malcolm? Not leave your small child all alone because of your selfishness? Take responsibility for your actions? Try to atone? Look after Isabella and Guy after you made them orphans? How about that?

The same could be said of Roger, choosing to lay down and die rather than be there for his own children. Sins of the father(s) indeed.

Guy gets to be relieved of guilt, thinking he started the fire that killed his parents, Malcolm asks that Guy and Robin forgive each other, for the sake of their brother.

“You lost the right to call me son when you left me alone in the world.” Good response from Robin, but then Malcolm has the AUDACITY to say “but didn’t it make you the man you are today?”

Because you see, this traumatic childhood event was character building for Robin! That makes it all okay!

Longthorn tries to seize Gisborne, but the priest points out that they should revert to the Locksley holdings and their new master: Robin.

There’s something almost interesting going on with the priest here - he’s on Robin’s side, he wants to help him, and we can infer that he becomes a mentor to Robin in the following years, perhaps where he acquires his religious fervor and desire to go on crusade. I just think there were so many other interesting stories to tell about a Robin/Guy backstory but we got stuck with this secret baby nonsense.

Robin Refuses the Call and runs away to his mother’s grave. She is not named in this episode and is only a narrative device, another missed opportunity.

But instead Robin hears his useless father’s voice: “you shouldn’t stand by and let something terrible happen because you were too scared to do the right thing.” A more compelling narrative would have been child Robin learning of his father’s actions and realising he’s a fallen idol, therefore being compelled and committed not to repeat his mistakes - instead we have Robin buying into his platitudes even though we know Malcolm to be a hypocritical pos.

And the bow APPEARS FROM FUCKING NOWHERE WITH A SHAFT OF HEAVENLY LIGHT. Come on, show. The bow was absolutely not there in the preceding shot, there is no rational explanation for its appearance.

Holdsworth took Campbell’s Supernatural Aid quite literally, apparently.

Robin returns to the village where Longthorn’s men are already terrorising the people, and does anyone else think this should have been a young Vaisey? Perhaps that’s too much of a coincidence, although it would make a kind of sense - he is ousted by Robin as a boy, goes on to do dastardly deeds and return 15 years later and assume the role he coveted and more.

It probably wouldn’t have worked from a Guy perspective, given he tried have him hanged, unless that actually played into Guy’s twisted relationship with him - playing on his resentment.

Robin declares that he will care for the people as his father intended, ironically exerting more authority than Malcolm managed in the opening scene. You know you suck as a lord when an eight (ten?) year old is more effective.

The priest villagers support Robin, and he basks in their love.

In the present, Robin declares he can never forgive Guy “because he showed no remorse for what he did to Marian.” It’s interesting how his language has already shifted from anger at him killing Marian, to a grudge because he doesn’t show remorse for killing her.

Guy deflects, and Robin says he killed for the Sheriff for years, to which Guy implies they should be grateful for him because otherwise they’d still be under his rule, and Robin is surprised to learn this? They didn’t know Guy killed Vaisey? Who else would it have been?!?

Malcolm tells them Archer is in York jail ready to be executed. WHY DON’T YOU GO SAVE HIM THEN YOU USELESS PRICK? Oh he’s too sick and dying, well boo hoo. Clean up your own mess Malcolm.

I mean just the AUDACITY to run away, leave your small child with a huge responsibility thinking his parents are dead, and never make contact with him or try to help him until your other son gets in a sticky spot, then you dump the problem in your first born’s lap, insist he work with the man he has every reason to hate, and peace out. Malcolm is THE WORST.

Robin is however moved, and embraces Malcolm. Instead of returning it, or taking the time to talk to his son who has just magnanimously forgiven him, Malcolm sticks him with another sleeping dart. A complete waste of space until the end, slinking off into the shadows instead of lifting a finger to help either of his children. Worst. Father. Ever.

Seeing this, Guy says “look, I really have no desire to see you again” which is a brief light in an episode absolutely devoid of humour, but still gets shot and gives an exasperated look before passing out.

I am just baffled that it was written this way instead of Malcolm just dropping dead for whatever reason at that moment. I mean, where does he go after this? What does he do? How awful for Robin to wake up after being reunited with his father, finding out that father is a terrible person, and just go on not knowing what actually happened to him.

Guy and Robin head off to York to rescue Archer, who unfortunately takes after Malcolm in the character department.

I just am sad about this episode. I LOVE an flashback episode. I am a sucker for a flashback episode. This was just...a waste of a flashback episode, solely to setup this secret half-brother to Robin and Guy to bypass any actual character development and make them allies of necessity, but without actually exploring anything about them by revealing their pasts.

I don’t object to them having grown up together - in fact that’s interesting! But instead we spend the episode with Malcolm, Ghislaine, and Roger instead of Robin and Guy, with only the barest lip service to explaining why they became the men they did.

But I suppose why does it matter at this point, we’re steamrolling to the end of the season to put us out of our misery.

[beomglocks]

[7:19 am] with beomgyu

summary : beomgyu knows you, every part of you

pairing : painter!beomgyu x reader (established relationship)

warnings & other : restraints, slightly suggestive, i can hear this gif, “would you dance star :]”, ok anyways

w/c : 1.06K

"draw you by day and i'll hold you by night"

you move your wrists just enough so that they cause the handcuffs to clank onto the metal bedpost of the bed. you huff when your boyfriend pays you no mind. "when will i be free?" you ask dramatically.

a couple hours ago, beomgyu had rudely awakened you from your sleep. it was early enough that the sun was just starting to peek over the horizon causing hues of purple and orange to cast into your bedroom.

call it what you want, artist spark perhaps. he had enthusiastically told you he had an idea for a new painting however he wanted it to be inspired by you. not that the plethora of other canvases with your face or figure plastered on them were any different.

you agreed, of course, never passing up the opportunity to be your boyfriends' muse. it was when he pulled out some handcuffs from your previous endeavors were you then concerned.

"i don't want you moving around and messing the painting up," was what he went with. you wouldn't be surprised if it was just some bullshit excuse to get to see your arms up, attached to the bedpost, looking at him throughout the entire process with embarrassment written all over you. you just know he got a kick out of that.

cut to now. it has been roughly 1 hour since he started the oh so mysterious painting and your arms were starting to hurt. every time you moved even an inch, beomgyu would dip his paintbrush into the paint and smudge some on your bare legs, which were the closest body part of yours to him. you're sure you'll come out of this with purple legs.

"could you at least pull my shirt down. it's been riding up this whole time," you mumble. the only clothes you were wearing, after all, was an old tee shirt of his and some underwear. he looks over at you skeptically, as if to see if it was worth doing. he shakes his head when he decides it isn't.

"it's embarrassing though... what are you even painting?" you say. he chuckles lightly, "baby have you ever heard of figure drawing? people literally get paid to draw naked strangers. you think the models are embarrassed all the time? plus it's me, nothing i haven't seen already and then some."

you frown at his statement. all this time and he still managed to avoid the question of what he was up to.

all you could do was sit there patiently and occasionally kick your legs at him. you did this to annoy him at first and he would entertain you for a while with the whole painting on your legs thing. half an hour into your little game he got tired of it. he moved further away from you to where you wouldn't be able to kick him and if you managed to then he would simply pull on your leg, causing your body to lurch towards him enough for you to feel the resistance of the handcuffs.

you pout, bringing your legs up to your chest as best as possible to avoid him. he looks over at you with a smile on his face, "what's this? i thought you were embarrassed, now you're giving me references?" you don't catch on to what he means until you realize your lack of attire. you quickly bring your legs back down to where they were without a word.

another half hour passes before he finally announces that he's finished. you sigh as if you were the one who had been painting for hours. "uncuff me please?" you look up at him with puppy eyes. he stands from his chair to stretch quickly and walk over to your bound hands.

before he uncuffs you he leans down over you, his face hovering just above yours. "it was fun, i think you'll like it," he says right before placing a kiss on your lips. you chase them hoping for more but he hums in warning and you back down.

when the handcuffs are finally off and tossed to the corner of the bed you groan in satisfaction and rub your burning wrist. "that was hell!" you whine. he shrugs, taking the canvas down from the easel. "maybe if you didn't move so much..." he says, more to himself than anything.

he sits on the bed with the painting in his hands. "close your eyes," he tells you. you comply, beginning to feel giddy about what image of you his imagination could've conjured up. the way he was eyeing your body throughout the process gives you a pretty good idea though.

you open your eyes when you have the canvas in your hands. at first it just looks like a mix of purple, orange, and some other colors but once you look at it closer you start to realize there's a figure hidden between all the colors. your figure. you can make out your curves and the subtle dips of your hips. the valley between your breasts is colored with the rich color of your skin and hints of magenta. the majority of your body is purple and orange which is the palette beomgyu limited himself to since that happened to be the color of the sunrise.

somewhere in between you gawking at his work he gets up to clean the remnants of his workstation. "how did you get every detail so accurately," you stare at the painting, amazed by how he drew everything practically to a tee. you look up just as he drops his paintbrush into the jar of water. he laughs, almost knocking the jar over when he raises his hand to his face.

"well i've explored you enough times to know just about every detail you have to offer," he smiles. "that...and i have you right in front of me wearing practically nothing, making for the perfect muse."

he lays back down on the bed when he's done and you finally see him let out a breath. you smile at him and he smiles back softly. "just about every detail?" you grin. you move closer to him and he uses this opportunity to sling his arm over your body. "i challenge you to capture every single detail next time."

"oh well in that case i think i might need a refresher then," he smirks.

[ringmyheart]

Can I request Vin Jin boyfriend headcanons and some fluff? (You don't have to force yourself)

(This and the other vin jin rq were merged!)

Honestly the way I see it, it doesn’t matter if you’re a very calm person or outgoing person. No matter what this relationship is gonna end up being considerably chaotic

He ropes you into everything he does. Doesn’t matter if u r a design student or an architecture student or if ur on the opposite side of the school from him, u r practically in his class. Dating him is like signing a contract sealing away ur own life bc he makes it a point to be ALWAYS w u

In class he doesn’t gaf if the teacher has ur seat on the other end of class, he is somehow finding a way to sit next to u against ur will or not. And when the teacher moves u two away from eachother INTENTIONALLY bc of this, he is threatening whoever happened to sit next to u to trade seats w him. He will go as far as to dress up as them to make it look like they’re them to be next to u and he’s so dramatic ab it.... being away from u felt like u were star crossed lovers whom the world was fiercely against

And if UR against this cuz ur tired of getting in trouble in class, or if you reject any of his advances, he’s gonna be really, really, really offended. He will at first sputter and be kinda shy and embarrassed about it, before he goes “fine! Have fun on your own without me, the greatest thing in your fucking life!”

He move seats back and will glare at you periodically every five minutes to pavlov dog you so that every five minutes every day, even when he’s not there, you feel the burning stare of vin jin

If you’re his s/o, he’ll buy you a matching pair of sunglasses so ur the freshest looking couple around Seoul (they’re hideous and thick but he thinks u look fly)

The glasses don’t have nearly as many layers as his does for himself so u can see, and u wonder how he managed to make them just as bulky and if he did it on purpose to sabotage u. Like “did u make my glasses purposefully ugly so no one else will want me?”

U have to dodge a punch after saying anything like that ab his fashion decisions LMAOAO

He’s rlly proud of u two matching. With the glasses and anything in general. He’ll make you wear a jacket matching his, or the same shoes and he will stop people in the hall and be like “wait. Notice anything cool ab us today?? Cooler than normal??”

And when they don’t respond he boasts “that’s right!! Me and my other half r matching. Look at us and weep, losers.” He thinks u two look so good....... if ur enthusiastic ab wearing matching things too he is elated u have to pray that tomorrow he won’t show up w another “if lost return to Vin Jin” “I’m Vin Jin” pair of jackets or anything of the like bc it happens SO OFTEN

And on the topic of sharing when it’s cold he likes to share jackets and blankets w u. Ur desks r moved by eachother by vin jin himself and u two share one blanket over u and shiver bc he just likes it, sharing w u plus he’s slightly warmer. And yes if you guys had indivizual blankets you would be warmer, but u guys have to struggle together he doesn’t care what anyone says (yes even ur protests ur sharing that one blanket wether he has to wrap it around u himself and tear up the one u brought on ur own or what”

He is so blind in love that he cannot tell when u guys suck at stuff. Like if ur in the wrong he doesnt care ur RIGHT and he’s taking that to the grave. He can belittle u and call u out but if someone else says ur in the wrong it’s on sight

Will die protecting ur name even when ur the one who was genuinely wrong

He forces u to make a beat for him to rap to. He loves rapping and wants to enjoy it w u, so ur forcefed YouTube videos of how to beatbox so u can be his bgm and eventually u probably just start to enjoy it to

And u always start a beat and he starts busting out rhymes and it’s SO BAD. It doesn’t matter if ur good at beatboxing if vin Jin is on the track w u it’s gonna sound terrible he brings the quality down immensely but u two just cannot tell

Like after a two session ur like “omg... that was so good. We should go pro?” “Fuck yea we should we’re better than those posers” “we could rlly make it in the industry fr” no u absolutely could not

During the school festival, u sang with him and it was SO bad. Half the crowd is gonna have 2 be hospitalized but u two had FUN up on the stage

Like I said, he has absolute faith in u. All u do is right. If ur driving a car for the first time, he is going to be ur little hype man doesn’t matter if u suck. U hit a curb and he went “YES babe!! Ur killing it cant wait till u hit the road bby” Ur not allowed to touch a car for the next two years now bc he kept cheering u on when u we’re doing CLEARLY wrong things

On a plane u r looking for the bathroom like pensively and u see a handle and look back and r like “is this it???” And vin jin thinking u r all righteous will go “yea babe go for it” and u open it and u depressurizate the cabin immediately

Now both on like 5 no fly lists

He loves to do things with u, like I mentioned earlier, and things he wouldn’t do alone he’ll do w u. Like drawing alone?? Boring. Drawing w Y/N??!!! Who knows what could happen..... so much fun could ensue. Maybe he will draw u cutely. Maybe he will draw u so ugly u will be forced to engage in a fight.

He likes to play just dance w u and compete for the “greats/all star!” Little titles above, and it becomes like a Friday night ritual for u two to turn just dance on and just go at it. But sometimes he’ll get too intense and suddenly he’s actually fighting for the chance to beat u. Will trip u so u lose on purpose

He makes u listen to him sing and rap to u. And u try to leave and he hugs tightly and is like LISTEN IFS FOR U, DONT BE UNGRATEFUL and now u have to listen

He makes u a mixtape of songs he made himself and they are all considerably worse than “remember the times we had”. It’s uploaded on SoundCloud and all the comments r hate and u listen to it a lot bc u know he loves u sm he made u a mixtape ya ur gonna play that but everyone else hates it w a passion

Like the comments r like:

Daniel: well.... it’s definitely a song 😅 I’m glad you love (y/n) so much!

Duke: he’s not making it out the hood 😐

Zach: never let this man in a studio AGAIN

Mary: this should’ve stayed in the CD

(Y/N): love it! 😍

Zoe: kill your producer 💀

Mira: ...

He’s overprotective too

If someone looks at u for more than a second he’ll go “what?? U think she is hot, huh? I’ll kick ur ass fucking perv.... cmon babe let’s go”

Will throw his arm around u and streer u the opposite way of any potentially good looking ppl to keep ur eyes on him

Oh Daniel is coming?? What a coincidence u and vin Jin suddenly have to turn the corner to the other way of ur classroom for some reason

Eli is near?!!! Oh no u just got milk spilt in ur eye!! Oh no now he has to wipe ur eyes and u two have to leave the cafeteria whatever will he do

It’s not that he doesn’t have faith in u, he doesn’t have faith in other men. Like he thinks they r all competition, and doesn’t doubt ur loyalty rather doubts how good he can b for u

WILL beat someone up for u. If someone smokes while ur around suddenly his fists r swinging at them cuz even if u smoke or vape urself no one else can get that stuff in ur lungs but YOU or HIM!!

If ur crossing the street and a car almost hits u, it’s the cars fault and he’s kicking the license plate and cursing it out for almost touching u “stupid fucking piece of metal”

Is the type of boyfriend to call u when he knows ur in an Uber and be like “babe u got ur gun w u right?? Oh don’t forget ur BOMB and ur MACHETE!! Yeah just left the house I killed some ppl nbd haha anyways HRU what’s ur Uber driver like” so the driver of ur car won’t even think ab kidnapping u. He has got ur back even when u do not want it

He doesn’t want u to see his eyes, so he’ll tell you to look away so he can take his glasses off and look at u in full color in all ur glory but he never tells u WHY he’s telling u to look away u think it’s a weird thing of his, or he’s insecure ab his face which is partially true but really he’s taking his glasses off and just looking at u. Adoringly.....

He hates PDA. He loves PDA. Do u see his dilemma

Like he loves PDA but doesn’t want anyone seeing him vulnerable even u.... so he’ll hold ur hand and be like “EWWW WHAT R U DOING GET YR HAND OFF MINE”

If u take the lead THATS best bc he can blame it on u and it’s ur fault he HAS to lock fingers w u cuz u did it to him first and he has an excuse to touch u and v like u started this im just sending u ur own energy back 😤

The type to be just like blind, overwhelmed in love. Always thinks ab u, always wants to be w u, worries ab u a lot and frets over u without showing it.... he hates it and loves it to death. Despises it but wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world

Eats lunch w u in the cafeteria and if u sit w someone else u r the ultimate traitor and he will trash talk u to hide his hurt to Mary the entire lunchtime. Kinda possessive.... wants u to also only think about him

WOULDNT EVER fight u for real. Play fights occur VERY often, like pillow fights, tripping ur foot when u say a joke insulting him, grabbing ur collar but he would sooner die than lay a finger on u

Verbal fights happen a lot and if he ever like LOSES it he may lash out and almost hit u and follow thru. I don’t think he’d be able to catch himself that quickly, and if he ever did he’d regret it for the rest of his life. Literally until the day dies he will take it to his grave

He may not sputter out apologieswill just look at u incredulously and then at his hands because what had he done? What did he just do? To you???????? (Y/n))))?????? His (y/n)??? Light of his life?

Will apologize probably over text or through a note or call, and if u don’t respond he is consumed by regret and tries to find u instantly like runs back to ur place

If u forgive him he feels bad still, because does he deserve it? And he might just isolate himself for a bit bc he can’t face u and if it left a scar he is dead inside. It kills him, literally

I could go on w this but I’ll probably save it for another separate pair of hcs later 😭

If u guys ever break up he will fight for u again and won’t stop till ur back together like flowers in ur locker every day, chocolate give during lunch, etc. He wont ever give up hope that he can win u over again and be w u again. He would keep trying, when he wakes up his first thought is ur name in a cold panic bc he can’t rest easy till ur his again and he will try and show off and poorly serenade u and trash his price and be corny and cheesy to get u back

Will set up a performance w the school to let him rap w a mic during lunch for u and he’s saying bars like “(read in bad rapping voice w inconsistent beat) (y/n), love of my life, uh, without you I’d die, uh. Please won’t you take me back? Yuh, without you ima have a heart attack. (Wha!). (Y/n), love of my life, yeah, without you I’m in strife, yup! Please be mine again, (babe), I can never rest till then.”

If the embarrassment doesn’t make u take him back so he’ll pls stop, and when he stands up on the lunch tables to do a little performance doesn’t do it either, then the odd sincerity of his voice and pain in his look (even tho while rapping he sticks out his lower lip in a weird pout) definitely, hopefully will

U make everything worth it !! Truly the light of his life

I hope these were what u wanted, I just had fun w them and wrote stuff that came off the top of my head when I thought of VJ!! ❤️

[thegeminisage]

top 5 moments in broken road?

i literally waited until now to answer these ask meme questions so i could do this w/o spoilers. anyway time to do an ask meme i got questions for THREE ENTIRE WEEKS ago

#5 - "my girl" john/mary reunion

Mary rushes forward into John's waiting arms. He gathers her up and holds her close, pressing kiss after kiss into her hair, tears running down his face. "My girl," he says, in aching disbelief, drawing back to cup her face in his hands. "My girl." She laughs through her own tears, and when he smooths one gun-calloused thumb under her eye she turns her face into his hand, and then he draws her close and kisses her, like they're the only two people left in the whole wide world.

look. am i valid? no. but they compel me. to them their story is just as real and longlasting as dean/cas is to us. so i added a little gutpunch to that reunion because it’s my fic and i get to do what i want >:) actually, even though i made a point of calling john “dad” and mary “mom” in dean’s pov, in this moment, i deliberately used their names - it’s more than just mom and dad, it’s theee john and mary winchester back together after all these years. no, they don’t stay that way, but after a 22-year quest in her name, it still deserves to be like a Reunion. 

(other four are below the cut to spare ur dashes. there are major spoilers for the whole fic, just warning u)

#4 - john getting punched by [SPOILER]

Dean's shoves his father with all his might, yelling, "Let go of me!" Partially because even though just moments ago the dungeon was exactly where he wanted to be, he absolutely doesn't want Dad to be the one to put him there, partially because he's afraid that Michael is about to break free from that cage in his head and vaporize everybody in firing range, and partially because he's afraid that if Dad doesn't let go, Cas will kill him.

But Dean's only got one hand free, and Dad's grip is too strong. Michael and sleep deprivation have made Dean weak; he can't get away from Dad on his own.

Then, when Cas is still just out of arm's reach, Sam lays into Dad with the fiercest right hook Dean's ever seen.

Dean knows that right hook well. That's one of the first moves Dad taught him, one Dad forced him to practice a thousand miserable times—how to stand, when to turn, where to throw his weight—until he honed it to absolute unthinking perfection. And it is perfect: Sam nails Dad right on the jaw with all six feet and change of muscle, sending him staggering back, his grip on Dean slipping free.

Dad slumps against the wall for a moment like he's literally seeing stars, like it's all he can do not to pass out. His nose looks like it might be broken. Dean rounds on his brother; if he was expecting Dean to thank him for that, he's going to be disappointed. "What the hell, Sam?"

But Sam's looking at Dad, not at Dean. "He said," Sam pants, "to let go of him."

i’m normally very anti-punching john, but i feel like if anybody has the right to do it, it’s sam. he’s spent his whole life being protected from john by dean and he finally gets to return the favor! all his problems are solved because he’s literally the bigger man now in every way! i doubt sam would ever punch john on his own behalf, but it is UTTERLY in character for him to do it in defense of someone else, but i bet it was pretty fucking cathartic too. picking sam moments in this fic is like picking children but this...you know, it wasn’t even in my outline. it happened organically as i wrote. and it just. feels right.

#3 - sam telling john to clean up his mess

"Seriously, Dad—we've had enough of your lip service. You're sorry? You want to help? Clean up your mess."

What? John frowns. Does he mean Dean?

But, no—Sam twists and picks up an actual mop and bucket from the corner behind him. The bucket is full of red-tinted water. "Go in the kitchen," he says, "and if Dean says you can use the sink, run some clean water with bleach. We gotta get the blood off the floor, because the longer it stays there, the worse it'll stain—especially on the hardwood."

"Uh," says John.

Then Sam gives him a severe, no-nonsense look that nearly punches the breath from John's lungs—because for the very first time, he sees his Mary in that stubbornly unimpressed face. "Do you understand? This isn't a motel. You can't expect someone else to do it for you. Don't go in the kitchen," Sam says slowly, enunciating every word, "unless you're going. To clean up. Your mess. You want room service—there's the fucking door."

THERE’S THE FUCKING DOOR. i love this bc firstly i believe in man of the house sam and secondly it falls into the same thing of like...sam is finally big and strong enough to protect dean and by god he will make himself an impassable 6′4 between this man and his brother. i think especially since finding out about flagstaff, DOUBLY since becoming a parent, sam is like...so less than impressed with john’s bullshit, and even more impatient than he already was of john’s stupid excuses. 

there’s also this motif of cleaning throughout the fic - in john and sam’s very first scene alone together, they are washing dishes. at first this was a nod to sam and dean doing it in lebanon - dean washing, sam drying - but washing is the “hard” part of doing the dishes; when my mom taught me how to do them i began learning by drying first. so of course dean has been washing and letting sam dry all their lives - almost literally, because john talks pretty early on about dean being a neat freak too, because john simply wouldn’t pick up after himself but still hated the mess. there’s a few mentions of it in the fic, how john liked being able to leave a mess behind in their motel rooms, how he’d prop his feet on the table - but in season 10, it’s sam on his knees scrubbing the bloodstained floors after dean’s murder spree, and in broken road sam makes john wash the dishes, and at the end, sam makes him mop. @maulthots put it best:

like that’s it. that's literally it. and then, finally, john offers to clean up on his own without being asked. that’s Growth™, at least in whatever way he’s capable of it. at any rate, he’s too afraid of getting hit again to NOT clean up after himself lol

#2 - dean/cas car scene [content warning for nsfw and discussion of past sexual violence - scroll down to #1 if you’d like to skip it!]

Cas lets go of Dean, but it's to reposition his hands on Dean's knees, slide those huge palms up Dean's thighs. Dean feels the heat of them bleeding through his jeans. Then, holy shit, Cas rests his thumbs on Dean's belt buckle, and makes eye contact.

Dean wets his lips, a little uncertain. He has no idea what Cas is going to do. "Yeah, okay," he croaks.

Cas leans in and kisses him again while he undoes Dean's belt. Like—fuck, like he knew Dean wouldn't want to watch. Dean hears the zipper on his fly, and all at once it clocks that, yeah, okay, this is really happening. Heart thudding in his ears, Dean reflexively lifts his hips so Cas can pull his jeans off. But Cas only slides them down a little. Then he reaches into Dean's boxers and gets a hand around his dick.

Oh. A small, quiet noise drops out of Dean into Cas's mouth, and he turns out of the kiss, panting as Cas pulls him out of his clothes. He's not sure what he was expecting, but this is okay. Just a handjob—he can handle that. It's good, actually. A little dry, but Cas has a light touch, and Dean has decided that he likes Cas's hands. He knows the shape of them very well.

i really enjoyed writing this whole scene, but this was my favorite part. cas technically does get dean’s consent, which was important to cas and a little bit of a big deal for dean too, but dean didn’t ask what cas was going to do before giving that consent, because he almost...doesn’t care? like, dean’s previous experiences with men were all lousy at best, and violent and traumatizing at worst, and arguably none of them were 100% consensual. so part of him is figuring that whatever happens will be within that spectrum, and he’ll just deal with it being awful no matter what it is because he almost literally can’t picture it not being awful. he's not doing it because he likes fucking men or expects he’ll like fucking cas, he’s doing because he wants to be close to cas, he wants to be away from michael and his dad, and because if he and cas are together now that’s part of the package and he’s just done the full “for keeps” commitment bit, so he’s not gonna pussy out now, right? he trusts cas not to actually harm him, and be closer to “lousy” than “violent,” but he is, in his mind, basically giving cas consent to hurt him, because to him that’s what sex with men IS. and he’s understandably pretty nervous because he doesn’t know what’s going to happen - all he’s sure of is that he won’t like it. 

but then he does like it! he likes it a lot! trusting cas turns out to be the correct choice! because if cas had turned him down in that moment, trying to baby him or second guess him, i think dean would have felt really hurt and angry and embarrassed, he would have felt like he was broken or untouchable. which is why cas took him at his word, but ALSO did pretty much the most tame thing you can do and still count it as having sex. so cas managed to thread the needle perfectly because he knows dean so well and he’s literally been inside his mind and witnessed that trauma and knew everything to avoid doing. so for dean it wound up being TRULY consensual instead of the sort of fake consent he’s used to handing out to johns. if that makes any sense. idk i just really enjoyed doing it. i think a valid reading is that dean has this physical fear of men that is just...not explored very much in fic. and it was nice to write something where cas was sort of able to undo or heal a little of that damage. 

#1 - michael

No, no, no—we can't die—we can't die, we are eternal, we are our Father's most beloved, His favorite son—

No no no no no no no no no—I can't die—I can't die—

Light fills the room, reflecting in Dean's eyes making them look as though they glow. And for the very first time, John sees him. John sees him, John sees him, John sees him—

Where is my Father? Is He watching? Can He see me?

Father, help me, I beg You—please, I don't want to die—

I don't want to die—

i could honestly paste the entire michael scene here, there’s not a thing about it i don’t love, but this was probably my favorite part. and look, i waited NINE YEARS to see michael!dean, i deserved to go apeshit!!! i think the fun thing about michael is that he’s a great foil to both john and dean, the literal connecting tissue, especially when he’s hopping bodies like that. he’s dean’s aggressor but he’s also dean’s twisted reflection, nearly broken by his father’s absence. it was impossible for john to see dean as he really is until michael let him see it through dean’s own eyes.

and then “i” at the end - i knew going in that i wanted a “we” pronoun (though i almost chickened out of it), because michael’s in charge but he’s also making his vessel do things with him, like laugh or scream or hurt people. but when michael dies, he’s alone figuratively and literally, because john’s not dying with him, and his own father has forsaken him too - and that’s the way dean so often felt, and FEELING that was probably the only thing that could possibly give john the motivation to be even slightly less self-centered and shitty. 

michael was my whole reason for writing this fic - because i was livid they didn’t use him to tie dean and john together in canon, because the burden of being his vessel is just one more thing dean had to take...this whole chapter, this whole fic, hinged entirety on the batshit insane dynamic between michael and dean and john. and like there are parts of this fic i was insecure about and wished i could have done better, but this? i think i nailed it. definitely the part i had the most fun writing. 

but like, honorable mention?

"Dude," Dean says, flipping on his blinker so he can pull up beside the local grocery, "can we not do any touchy-feely shit, please? That's—"

"Gay?" Sam suggests.

"Get out of my car."

>:)

[nanagoswife]

Please, Don't Go. - Chapter 16

Summary: Obi-Wan is coming back

W/C: 3.3k

Warnings: implied intimacy, angst

A/N: Good news! I'm back with this story. I've had this chapter written for a while, but I felt it was best to wait until I picked it back up before posting it. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy!

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In the next weeks, Obi-Wan spent almost all of his nights with you and Aldoken. It provided your son with something to do when you had to focus on work before joining them.

There were a few days where you would be so backed up that Obi-Wan would put Aldoken to bed. He was a natural. You always knew when he would because the almost constant sounds of giggles died down, plunging the apartment into silence.

On those nights, Obi-Wan would wait before coming up behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders, and coax you into coming with him to bed. Many times, he would insist that you needed sleep. He would bend down and kiss your cheek and gently massage your shoulders until you finally gave in.

That’s why, when you hadn’t been visited by Obi-Wan after the rooms went silent, you were surprised that this routine had been changed. Now, you looked on as Obi-Wan was laying on the couch with Aldoken fast asleep on his stomach on top of Obi-Wan’s chest.

Your heart warmed at the sight as you leaned against the doorway. You didn’t want to ruin the scene, but you didn’t have to. Obi-Wan’s eyes slowly opened when he heard you take a few steps into the room.

“Decide to join the party?” he asked quietly in a teasing tone. Despite wanting to talk to you, he still made sure that he wouldn’t disturb Aldoken. Although it may have seemed like he was asleep, Obi-Wan was truly just laying there. Something was keeping him wide awake, and he didn’t know what.

Giving a light chuckle, you made your way over and knelt beside the couch. Aldoken had his clone doll hugged closely as the other hand was wrapping around his father as best as he could.

Bringing up a hand, you gently brushed away some hair from your son’s sleeping face. “I actually thought I was coming out here to tuck you both into bed,” you replied, moving your hand to place it on Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

He chuckled softly then gestured to the boy on his chest with his head. “Would you be able to help me?”

Nodding, you stood and gently lifted Aldoken just enough so that Obi-Wan could sit up. Once he did, he took care of the rest. You watched him bring Aldoken over to his room, and you were sure that he didn’t even stir the whole time.

While you had waited, you shifted from your crouch to sitting on the sofa. Obi-Wan joined you after softly closing Aldoken’s door behind him.

He sat close and you let your head fall against his shoulder.

“How come you hadn’t fallen asleep?”

The question was intended to be innocent, but, when you looked up at him, there was a serious expression across his face.

“Obi-Wan?” As you sat up and placed a palm to his cheek, he snapped back to the moment, slightly shaking his head.

“I’m sorry darling. What did you say?”

You frowned as he tried to play it off with a smirk. You moved so that you could face him, and he knew his façade wasn’t going to work. So, he let the fake smile drop.

“Is there something wrong?” you ask with genuine concern. Was there something that happened with the Sith Lord? But Obi-Wan had said that he wasn’t needed for anything; that he was on free rein and didn’t have to report to him for a while.

Obi-Wan knew that you were concerned about that, but it’s not what he was thinking about. He wasn’t thinking of anything that lay outside of this apartment. He was thinking of you and what you would say if he brought this topic up. Although he knew you wouldn’t push him away because of this, he still thought that you may not agree to it.

He shook his head, “No, nothing’s wrong.”

Looking down, this was the first time since coming back that he actually saw it. In the almost two months since he’s come back, he never saw how the necklace still wrapped around your neck. He wasn’t sure whether it was because you had always kept it hidden like before, or if you weren’t wearing it until now.

He let his fingers drift down until the kyber crystal was between his fingers. The familiar energy of his first crystal tingled the ends of his fingertips as they grazed along the surface. Obi-Wan wondered if you could feel any bit of the energy, even without being force sensitive.

“Have you always worn this? Even during…” he trailed off. He didn’t want to even mention it anymore. It brought on thoughts that his mind could no longer handle in a moment like this.

“Yes,” you say, comfortingly drawing your thumb in circles over his cheek bone. “Like I had said, I never stopped loving you, Obi.”

With that, he smiled. Maybe you wouldn’t laugh at what he wanted to do.

Carefully, he moved both of his hands close to the necklace’s clasp but stopped short. “May I?”

Since you had a feeling you knew what he was about to do, you nodded. The feeling of his hands at the back of your neck almost sent chills down your spine, but you suppressed them at the moment. There would be a time for that, and it wasn’t right now.

When he lifted it away and now held the pendant in his palm, he couldn’t help but feel certain in his next decision. He wanted to come back to you, and this felt like one of the final steps to putting the puzzle of his life back together.

Obi-Wan moved and kneeled on the ground in front of you. In one hand he held the necklace and the other held one of your hands.

As he looked down at the pendant, he smiled to himself. This necklace had meant so much more than anyone would have thought.

“Y/N,” he started. You had been watching him the entire time with anticipation only building as this went on. “I’ve always felt like I didn’t deserve you. I still don’t feel like I do,” he said, then moved his eyes to meet yours. “But I never let that stop me. I always strive to be what you deserve, and I haven’t met that in recent years. When you let me come back, I made it my priority once again. And now, here we are.”

The hand that held yours moved so that you would now rest your palm on top of the pendant. Making it now cupped between both your hand and his, like it was a promise. One he wouldn’t break as he used an item of the force to bring it to life.

“I don’t expect you to ever agree, but I still want to be in your life. I want to be in our life again. I also know that, in your heart, you never severed this promise. Still, I want to ask one more time in our new life to make sure that your answer is still the same.”

Keeping his eyes locked on yours, he took a deep breath. The build up has been killing you. You wanted to just scream out yes and kiss him like you never would again, but you knew he had to get this out.

Finally, he asked the question you’ve been wanting to hear, “Y/N, even after all of this, will you still marry me?”

“Yes,” you said in a breath.

Smiling, he once again put the necklace around your neck.

“I still hope to get you an actual ring one day,” he said quietly just as he clasped the pendant back. When he pulled back, you gave him a warm smile as you placed a hand to his cheek. His eyes shifted between both of your eyes before leaning in.

It didn’t take long before he was kissing you. There was an intensity behind it that you hadn’t experienced in so long. It was one you fully returned as you felt heat flood to your stomach.

You were so wrapped up in the feel of his lips against yours that you hadn’t noticed as he positioned himself to lift you from your seat. As he stood, you wrapped your arms around his neck as your legs went around his waist.

When you felt his arms around you, resting on your back, a longing filled you. It has been so long since you and Obi-Wan shared a moment like this. After you had found out you were pregnant, nothing had really happened after that. Obi-Wan was worried it would somehow hinder something in the pregnancy.

Now, you were swept up in it all. The feeling as his lips and tongue moved with yours, his body pressed up against yours as he walked to the bedroom, his hand, that wasn’t supporting you, exploring your back until he started to undo your dress.

Once he walked in the room and the door had closed, he stopped, slowly pulling away to look in your eyes.

“Is this alright?”

“Stars, yes,” you said before pulling his face back to yours. He didn’t waste much more time, and neither did you as a trail of clothing from the door to the bed was left in your wake. The feel of his skin against yours was a relief that you hadn’t known you needed.

Just like it had always been with Obi-Wan, he always made his love known. Everything he did, whether it was this moment or making you tea before you woke up, it all showed his love for you.

He always said that he didn’t deserve you, but you often thought about how you didn’t deserve him. In the end it didn’t matter. You had him back. He had you back. Most of all, the two of you loved each other.

-

“I have a favour to ask,” Obi-Wan suddenly said. The two of you had been reading your own books on datapads, you curled under his arm in bed, before this. You had noticed that he had lost focus at one point, but it had been normal. Usually, he had to plan an excuse for the Sith Lord just in case.

Looking up, he kept his eyes on the datapad, although it was unfocused.

“What is it?”

Obi-Wan took a deep breath. He’s been going over this for days after his reunion with Cody. It gave him hope that there would be more than his previous clone commander who would welcome him back.

For a moment longer, he contemplated asking you of this. There wasn’t much you would say no to, he knew that. It was the fact that it relied on another’s reaction. Along with that, thousands of other reactions after he made himself completely known.

Despite having worries, his head and heart agreed in every scenario that he conjured up. He needed help, more help, and that started with you.

“I was wondering if you could try and get Anakin here,” he finally replied while moving his eyes to yours. If you were being honest, you were surprised he hadn’t asked this sooner. With the moments leading up to this, you knew it was because he was scared. He was scared that his old padawan would reject his return.

With a smile, you nodded, “Of course, Obi. Why do you seem so hesitant?”

That was a question he was expecting. It was one that he went over a lot. There were so many different ways he could answer, but one always came out on top.

“I’m afraid he’ll ask why I didn’t go to him sooner.”

A wave of understanding came over you. Even though you knew what he meant, you also knew something he didn’t. Anakin was fine with it.

One day, you had received a long winded apology from Padmé saying that she had let something slip. Assuring her that it was alright, you went over and met with Anakin who was desperate to see Obi-Wan again.

“Anakin,” you said softly while gently holding him by his shoulders, “he needs time.”

“You said that he’s been back for almost three months-”

You cut him off by placing a hand on his cheek. Ever since he was still a small padawan, this was your way of telling him to quiet down and listen before assuming things.

“He has. But he’s still healing,” your continued your soft tone. It was another thing you did that would guarantee he would listen. “It took him nearly a month before he truly came back to me. Give him time, and he’ll decide when he’s ready. I know you miss him, but he needs to go at his own pace. He’ll come around.”

Anakin looked into your eyes with a sad but understanding expression. It was always hard for him to argue with you. Besides, you knew him in ways Anakin didn’t. Unlike you, he still saw his former master like a sort of hero. It kept his attention away from the finer details of Obi-Wan’s personality that you were an expert in.

Once Anakin nodded, you gave an affectionate squeeze to his shoulder before pulling him into an embrace.

“Trust me, I’ll let you know when he’s ready,” you whispered.

Anakin gave a small squeeze before separating himself from your hug. Giving you a smile, he had gone back to the temple.

Ever since that day, Anakin kept his promise. The only other person that knew Obi-Wan was back was Kenth. That interaction was one filled with relief, and one where Baize had accepted that he was wrong. It was anticlimactic, in a way.

Back in the current moment, you gave Obi-Wan a comforting smile. “It will be fine, my dear. He already knows you’ve come back.”

Seeing his shocked expression, you told him about the day filled with Padmé’s frantic messages until you went to talk to Anakin. You made sure to reassure him that his former padawan hadn’t said a word to anyone. The only time he said anything about it, it was with you and Padmé. He didn’t even know that Cody knew.

“So, he’s not mad?” Obi-Wan asked in the most innocent voice you had ever heard from him. It was a tone so mixed with relief, that you saw the storm of concern in his eyes wash away to the calming ocean they were.

“No. He understands. Anakin has been waiting patiently… Well, maybe not patiently, but the closest he can get.”

As you were hoping, that earned a laugh from Obi-Wan. It ended in a relief filled sigh.

“Now, let’s get some sleep. I’ll contact him in the morning and I’m certain he’ll get here right after so rest is recommended.”

Obi-Wan smiled as he looked down at you when you pulled the blanket up over your shoulders. “Alright, my love. Thank you.”

After this, the two of you situated yourselves so that you were comfortably wrapped up in the other. You found comfort in your usual spot against his chest and you used the sound of his heartbeat as a sort of lullaby.

This was what you were going to do, until you noticed that Obi-Wan still had some tension in his body. Sneaking a look at his face, his eyes were wide open and staring at the ceiling. His fingers had also found their way under your shirt and were tracing little circles on the skin of your back.

“There’s still something else that’s bothering you about the visit,” you state.

“Hm? Oh, no. I didn’t mean to disrupt you.”

You pushed yourself up so that you could hang over Obi-Wan, forcing his eyes to meet yours in the low light of the Coruscanti night.

“Obi-Wan, you should know by now that I know when you’re lying,” you said in a lightly teasing tone.

Although he gave a small smirk, it fell almost as quickly as it appeared. For a moment longer, he looked back up at the ceiling. You knew he was trying to put it all together in his mind, so you gave him the time he needed.

It was always interesting to see his thinking process. His furrowed brow that created the adorable little line in between them, the lines just visible at the corners of his eyes, the way his eyes squinted the slightest bit as his lips formed a thin line, sometimes pulled slightly down in the corners, it was all cute in a way. With it all, you knew when he was even just thinking lightly on something. It just wasn’t as intense of a look.

You couldn’t help but think that this was just his general look for when he was focused. It was softer depending on what he was focusing on. It was accompanied by a look of adoration whenever he would look down as he hung over you…

Those weren’t the thoughts to be having right now. At the current moment, there may be something that you should be worried about and he was about to tell you.

Obi-Wan sighed, “I want to ask him if he’ll help me take down Sidious.”

You couldn’t help but freeze. You knew that this moment would come, but you still weren’t expecting it.

“Are you alright?” He knew you were worried, but the change in your expression was enough for him to ask. Usually, you would keep a neutral expression, even after something that would gain immediate reactions from everyone else, until you had truly thought about it.

You went to nod, but you stopped yourself. If you were to say that you were thrilled that he was going to put a full end to this madness, you would be lying. There were so many things that added together to make the moment worrisome, and you had just recently returned to how you were before all of this.

First of all, Sidious was the man at the head of the Republic. Sure, even Padmé had her suspicions, but there’s so many people that love him. Then, there’s the fact that Obi-Wan needed help. And then the only help that was properly qualified for this action was a group that could possibly arrest or maybe even kill him for what he had done.

The most troublesome of them all was that you could possibly lose your fiancé again. Only, this time, you were scared for the more permanent possibility. You knew that Obi-Wan was no longer seeking revenge on the Sith, but it would be impossible to negotiate with only words. This would guarantee that there would be a fight and, depending on what kind of help he gets, can end in the least favourable way.

Obi-Wan watched these thoughts cross over your expression. He could also feel the rapid changes of your emotions that only confirmed what he believed you were thinking.

To try and calm you, he brought a hand to your cheek and used the one on your back to pull you down closer. When your head made its position on his chest, he kissed your temple and rubbed your back comfortingly.

“I love you, Y/N. I won’t leave you again,” he said, muffled against your hair. “No matter what.”

The finality in his words made you relax. It was something that you hadn’t realized you needed to hear.

“Alright,” you whispered as you felt the tug of sleep pulling your eyelids closed as you laid on top of Obi-Wan’s chest. You felt him press one more lingering kiss to your head before you drifted off.

- - -

@stardancerluv @where-fantasy-meets-reality @jaydenwoo @madmax2003 @mackycat11 @generousrunawaydonut @imabeautifulbutterfly @animalgirl05

[rainbowintheclouds]

SORRY-

Well sorry for not posting stuff- My bad-

I’ve just not have the energy and inspiration for drawings but I am getting some more dsmp tword up soon! But for the past few days I’ve been in the mood for fnaf so yeah- Anyways just to excuse the missed posts, here have some OC sketches of fnaf characters!

This is Fazbow, a Role!swap AU that my lover made and I wanted to try it! This’ll make more sense when I write the hcs soon enough, don’t worry-

“S-sorry Fred, seems like I forgot where it was...”

“Way to go, star burst!”

And this is Gregory if he were an animatronic! and the hooman is Glamrock Freddy as a little child. Again the idea was from my lover and he did the Freddy child design, he has the ideas and I just go by them -w- Still haven’t got a name for this little snake boi so any suggests are welcome!

Gregory: “You snuck a kid in?! I knew you were a rebel!”

Fazbow: “Uh no- Not quite”

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Freddy: “C-come on! I didn’t do anything!”

Gregory: “It’s just a few nibbles!~”

Anyways hope you like this shit post- and this AU will make sense once I do some hcs and tell the whole thing behind it!

[ayoungpadwn]

Ohhhh anakin is so the main pitcher on the high school baseball team. He is very popular and well known around the school. Obi-Wan is like a classic art kid, his only friend is the Ceramics teacher, and he spends his lunches in some hidden spot reading alone. One day Anakins friends find Obi Wan and start to bug him, and while he does nothing, he comes back the next day to apologize and get to know Obi Wan. Over time they become inseparable and every art project Obi makes from then on is for Ani

this has... literally been sitting in my ask box for WEEKS. I’m--so sorry...

but carrying on with the idea because YES

- Anakin is most definitely the star pitcher since the beginning of his sophomore year all the way to his senior year. EVERYONE knows him. He is Coruscant’s poster boy, the golden child. The /Chosen Pitcher/ if you will.

- He became most well known for getting Coruscant to the finals his sophomore year, which hadn’t happened in, like, 20+ years. 

- All this praise obviously boosted his ego, especially his sophomore year when he first became the star pitcher. That made him super arrogant and he got roped into the super popular group, so the not-so-popular crowd tends to steer clear of Anakin, since his arrogance and popularity tends to fall with the stereotype of a bully.

- BUT whenever people do have an interaction with Anakin, they are always surprised to find that he can be strangely down to earth, really chill and kind. This made him even more popular his Junior year, since now he’s known as the super nice, yet arrogant, star pitcher. 

- He can basically be friends with everyone.

- Girls fall for him left and right, and he has a reputation as a player just for that reason.

- Yet, strangely enough, no one has ever actually seen him /with/ anyone. 👀

- Anakin’s whole reputation of being a player, an arrogant pitcher, super popular, and oddly kind is what made Obi-Wan steer clear of Anakin throughout most of their time in high school.

- At least... Obi-Wan steered clear of him when he knew people were watching. His own friends liked to make fun of the baseball team, just as the baseball team tended to like to make fun of his friends: the theatre and art nerds.

- That’s when Obi-Wan started to sneak out to watch the baseball games during Anakin’s sophomore year, just because there was something about the pitcher Obi-Wan couldn’t get out of his head and he needed to know more about.

- He was taking a big risk going to the games, since he ran the chance of being made fun of not just by the baseball players, but his own friends as well. Even if his friends joked about it in a playful way.

- Obi-Wan was definitely a loner in high school. He had a small group of friends, but who he was closest to had to be his arts teacher. He spent most of his lunches with Mr. Qui-Gon Jinn, either to just talk or work on an art piece. 

- For fun, Obi-Wan started to draw and paint some of the baseball games he went to. The pivotal moments of the games, when everything came down to a single pitch, or hit, or run. Soon enough he had an entire collection of baseball works, and Qui-Gon /loved/ them. He insisted that Obi-Wan work on more and submit them to the College Board for AP credit.

- So, that became Obi-Wan’s excuse for going to the games. He had to “work on his art concentration for class.”

- During the baseball games he would hide at the very far point of the field, past the scoreboard. It gave him a terrible view of the pitching mound, but it kept him rather concealed. At least the first year.

- Obi-Wan wasn’t popular in any sense of the word, only known as the quiet liberal arts kid. So he thought that going to the games he wouldn’t even be recognized if he got caught. But how wrong he was...

- It was Anakin’s junior year, Obi-Wan’s own senior year, when he finally got caught by two of Anakin’s teammates.

- “What’chu workin’ on, sweater?” a couple of the Coruscant players had chosen to warm up their arms by tossing to each other at the back of the outfield, which gave them a perfect view of Obi-Wan.

- Obi-Wan had glanced down at his sketchbook before bringing it to his chest, trying to hide the sketch he had made of Anakin practicing. “It doesn’t concern you,” Obi-Wan had said back.

- The situation escalated from there. One of the players hopped the fence to come grab the sketchbook from Obi-Wan, resulting in the coach coming to yell at the player. And of course Anakin, the newly voted-in captain came to investigate as well. Because that is just Obi-Wan’s luck.

- The player finally ripped the sketchbook from Obi-Wan’s grasp and laughed at what he saw, “He’s drawing Anakin! What, you got a crush or something?”

- “It’s for my art class!” Obi-Wan bit back and reached for the sketchbook, only for the player to toss it to Anakin before he could grab it.

- It felt like the breath had stilled in Obi-Wan’s lungs as Anakin looked down at the piece, his face totally unreadable. There was a brief moment that Obi-Wan was terrified that Anakin would flip through the pages, but the star pitcher simply folded the sketchbook up before passing it back to Obi-Wan.

- “Get back to practice, you two,” Anakin had said to the players before walking away.

- Obi-Wan decided he needed to stop going to baseball games after that.

- It was exactly four days after the incident when Obi-Wan was coming back late to school to pick up a ceramics piece he had accidentally left. As he made his way to the art room, he realized he had to pass by the baseball field. Just as practice was getting out. Shit.

- He tried to speed past the players, and it seemed that he was home free as he passed the dugout. Except, “Hey, you!”

- Obi-Wan froze to the spot, turning on his heels to see who had called for him.

- And honestly Obi-Wan could hardly believe that it was /Anakin/ who was jogging after him, face flushed red and sweaty from practice.

- The pitcher panted to catch his breath as he came to a stop in front of him, “Kriff, you walk fast,” Anakin laughed.

- Obi-Wan blinked at him waiting for him to continue.

- Anakin cleared his throat, “Anyway, I just wanted to apologize for the other day. My teammates are--”

- “It’s fine,” Obi-Wan hastily said, ready to bring the conversation to a close. He need nor did he want Anakin’s sympathy. Obi-Wan was just embarrassed, it was best to leave what happened behind him.

- Anakin smacked his lips, “Right, well... I just wanted to say I thought your drawing was really cool. I’d love to see more of them.” Obi-Wan blinked at him, so Anakin hurriedly added, “Only if you want me to, of course! You don’t have to... y’know. Yeah, okay, I think I’m gonna--” Anakin motioned behind him with his thumbs as he started walking backwards, nearly tripping over his own two feet. “I think I’ve embarrassed myself enough for one day,” Anakin laughed awkwardly, “See you around, Obi-Wan!”

- Obi-Wan watched as Anakin turned and rushed away, disappearing around a corner.

- How had he known his name?

- The third time Obi-Wan had an interaction with Anakin was during lunch one day. He was sat outside reading against a tree when Anakin approached him once again. At first Obi-Wan disregarded the other’s presence, but it became harder to do so when the pitcher set his bag down and sat directly in front of him.

- Obi-Wan dropped his book into his lap and pulled out an earphone, looking at Anakin quizzically.

- “Hey!” the pitcher chirped, his face split in a grin.

- “Hello there,” Obi-Wan greeted as he leaned forward and fluffed out his sweater.

- Anakin’s eyes tracked the movement, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without a sweater on. It’s like ninety degrees out, how are you not dying?”

- Obi-Wan shrugged, “I run cold. Though I could say the same for you, you have a jacket on in this weather.”

- “I come from Tatooine, that place is literally a desert. I’m used to it being twice as hot as it is now.” Anakin shifted his weight as he leaned back onto his hands, “Anyway, I came to bug you again about the... art pieces?”

- Obi-Wan couldn’t help but laugh, “You are incredibly interested in those.” Anakin smiled proudly and tilted his head. “Well,” Obi-Wan continued, “I don’t have any with me at the moment. I suppose if you would like to stay after school and come with me to the art room, you can look through as many as you would like.”

- Anakin had done just that, much to Obi-Wan’s surprise. The pitcher was already waiting at the art room door by the time Obi-Wan had arrived.

- Obi-Wan was still somewhat hesitant to show Anakin all that he’d done, but his nerves were quickly eased by Anakin’s reactions. You would have thought that the baseball player had never seen art before with how he praised the pieces Obi-Wan showed him.

- Qui-Gon kept flashing Obi-Wan knowing glances from his desk, much to Obi-Wan’s dismay.

- Eventually, though, the art teacher had to kick them out, which meant it was time to go their separate ways.

- “I’d love to hang out again, you’re a super cool guy, Obi-Wan.” Anakin had said as they walked to the student parking lot.

- “Super cool guy,” Obi-Wan repeated and laughed, “I do not think anyone has ever said that about me before.”

- Soon enough, Anakin and Obi-Wan became inseparable. In secret, of course. No one in their own friend groups knew that they were hanging out with each other.

- Obi-Wan quickly came to realize why people always had nice things to say about Anakin. While the pitcher was arrogant, he was accepting and kind and more down to earth than Obi-Wan could have ever anticipated.

- There was one night where they decided to go stargazing in the back of Anakin’s truck, when Obi-Wan finally found the nerves to ask:

- “That day when you came up to me to apologize for your teammates, you knew my name. But I never told you what it was. How did you know it?”

- Anakin had paused, and it was hard to read exactly what the pitcher was thinking in the darkness of night.

- “Don’t be... weirded out, okay?” Anakin began.

- Obi-Wan had taken pause but said, “I won’t be,” nonetheless.

- “I was sorta watching you for a while before that day at the game. Not in, like, a stalking way!” Anakin was hurried to say, “But you just struck my interest. You were alone most of the time yet you always looked so peaceful and there was something in your eyes that I couldn’t get out of my mind.”

- Obi-Wan swallowed and opted to not reply.

- “I noticed you at nearly every game, ever since last year. And I wanted to go up and talk to you, but I didn’t necessarily know how to go about it. That’s why I’m sort of glad my teammates tried to bully you. It gave me an excuse to actually /talk/ with you, the person who I was too scared to approach since last year.”

- Obi-Wan paused and turned his head to watch Anakin, “Anakin... do you like me?”

- The pitcher flinched away quickly, as if burned, and whipped his head around to look at Obi-Wan. “What--I’ve never... I’m not... I don’t like guys.”

- Obi-Wan blinked at him before pushing himself to sit up, Anakin following suit. “Dear one,” Obi-Wan began, and even in the pale light he saw Anakin’s face turn a shade of pink, “Have you ever kissed a guy?”

- “I’ve... kissed girls.” Anakin provided.

- “Okay, and how did it feel?”

- Anakin fell silent.

- “Anakin,” Obi-Wan murmured and lifted a hand to run his fingers along Anakin’s jaw. The younger’s eyes were trained to his lips, as if an animal preparing to pounce.

- Obi-Wan inched forward, their lips a hair widths apart. He had to know if Anakin was going to...

- Anakin crushed their lips together, their teeth clattering together with the force of the kiss. Anakin quickly swiped his tongue along Obi-Wan’s bottom lip, asking for entrance.

- Soon enough, Anakin had lowered them to the back of the truck, laying together lazily as Obi-Wan let Anakin map out his mouth and body. The pitcher was moving with a burning hunger, as if he were a man starved of the touch he had so longed for.

- Neither of them truly knew what the kiss meant in that moment, but neither of them truly cared.

<3

[asknarashikari]

Then: Sayo and Sena tease Juru about Kakihara, only for him to say that’s not the case. He then mentions there someone else he likes, and it kind of seems to match Shiguru’s description (note that Shiguru already admitted he liked Juru to Sayo)

“So, Juuru...” Sena started, a mischievous smile on her face as she crept up on the Red Ranger who was distracted by his drawing. “How are things going with you and Kakihara-chan?”

Juuru jumped violently, accidentally sliding his crayon across his entire paper, effectively ruining his drawing. However he was too busy stammering a response to even be really upset about it. “W-What do you mean, me and Kakihara?”

“C’mon, don’t be shy!” chided the track star, hitting his shoulder playfully. “You totally have a thing together, don’t you?” 

“N-No! Me and Kakihara aren’t anything!” Juuru denied vehemently. “She’s just a friend, honest!”

Sena made a disbelieving noise. “No way, you two are definitely a thing!” she stated. 

“Now, now, Sena...” Sayo pushed herself into the conversation, much to the relief of the younger Ranger. “Just because Juuru and Kakihara-san are close, doesn’t mean he’s interested in her like that...”

“Yeah!” Juuru agreed, nodding so much he resembled a bobblehead doll. “Besides, I like someone else anyway!” Sayo gasped, and Juuru slapped his hand over his mouth as he realized what he just said, immediately regretting blurting it out.

“Wait, what?” Sena cried out, looking at Sayo who shook her head at Juuru in disappointment. “And you knew?”

“I figured it out on my own,” Sayo told her. “And Juuru asked me not to tell anyone, so I didn’t.”

Sena frowned. “Aw, but Juuru!” she wheedled. “Who is it? Why can’t I know? I won’t tell anyone, I promise!” she swore.

“It’s just... I don’t really want people to find out...” Juuru looked away, sounding upset. “I don’t want them to find out...”

Sena pouted. “Can you at least tell me what they’re like, then?” she asked. “Even if you don’t give me a name... anything at all...?”

Juuru looked down, as if thinking deeply. “Well... they seem really composed and put together on the outside, but once you get to know them, they’re just a walking disaster. And they’re kind of an airhead, to be honest.” Sayo snorted, unable to help it. “And they seem really unapproachable and cold... but they just have a lot of anxiety about interacting with others. People see them as a sort of royalty almost, but they’re really not- they’re just a normal person who knows how to hide his true self from most of the public... But when you really get to know them...” 

Juuru’s eyes went soft, filled with obvious fondness for his mystery muse. “They’re kind and sweet, they’re very loyal to their friends, and they just try to help people as best as they can.”

Sena tilted her head in confusion. “Eh... I haven’t a clue who you could be talking about...” she said in frustration. “And it’s kinda vague too...”

“W-Well, that’s all you’re getting from me!” Juuru exclaimed, hastily jumping up. “Now if you excuse me, I have some stuff I need to do, so I’ll be off now!” Juuru made a brisk exit, rushing out of the room like he was being chased out by an unseen demon.

“Eh? Oi, Juuru!” Sena protested, but Sayo just reached out gently held her back.

“Leave him be, Sena. He’ll talk when he’s ready.”

“But-”

“Sena. Seriously. Drop it,” she advised sternly. 

Sena sighed, pouting. “Unfair... how come you get to know and I don’t?”

Sayo smiled secretively at her. “Oh, you’ll see eventually.” She laughed to herself, before heading out of the room herself.

Sena was made even more confused by that cryptic parting. “...Eh? What’s that even supposed to meeeeeeean?!” 

[audreyandherocs]

Thea's Cave: Chapter 3

Thea walked without a real destination. Only following her gut instincts. It was an adventure though, she thought. Before, she wasn’t just learning for the sake of comparing to her past experiences and not really taking anything else around her. Now, she was really taking in the world.

It also helped that she had two companions around her, especially so when she knew she had someone watching her back.

Mobs were still a tricky thing but after a while, she learned to just create a small shelter to rest when things got too haggard. She even resorted to digging a small pit in the ground to rest for the night, with only a ladder and trap door as the entrance.

It was unnerving to hear the mobs walk above her, sensing her presence but not seeing her.

When morning came one day and Thea had walked a few ways away from the pit shelter, in the midst of fishing, she had come to a realization too late that she was leaving a trail of shelters in her wake. She hadn’t bothered to clean them up or filled them up, leaving them open for people to come across them.

She both balked and laughed at the thought of people wondering who were leaving these shelters.

‘If there were other players’ thought Thea faintly as she looked at her haul. She only expected to fish out…well fish but she didn’t know when other things would appear. It ranged from things like string to even a saddle and an enchanted book. She sorted through her haul, throwing out unnecessary things and keeping what was important.

Eating her cooked fish around a campfire, Thea listened to her dogs chewed on their rotten flesh (which Thea was glad they enjoyed and the fact that item had an actual use then pain). Night had fallen and she had dug into a small mountain side to make a temporary shelter. The weather was nice so she just made a little gate for the entrance. Torches flickered around their post, casting shadows across.

Mobs still tried to approach but they were safe nonetheless.

Thea finished off her food and let her wolves clean her hands. She giggled at their tongues and sighed, looking out at the night. Lately, she didn’t feel like sleeping much and the time she did, her sleep would between short and long. Sometimes, she wasn’t even tired.

Tonight, was one of those times.

Glancing at her wolves, she noted how tired they were getting. She petted them, cooing at them to sleep before Thea walked out of their shelter to do some hunting and exploration.

Mobs came her way as usual and Thea fought back, hoping that by the end of it she would be able to sleep.

Slowly she fell into the swings of her sword, absorbed into the motions that she barely heard the shuddering hisssssof the creeper. Light flickered and Thea snapped behind her to see a creeper about to explode. She cursed, noting that it was going to be too late to run.

Her shield moved in front of her as she prepared for the inevitable blast when she heard a WHOOP! She glanced back to see a black figure behind her, long arms wrapping around her before everything shifted.

There was another WHOOP! and Thea saw she was a few ways away, a pit where she was once was. The pit was too big to be created by one creeper and Thea had the shuddering thought that there were actually more than one. She wouldn’t have survived the blast and who knows what would’ve happened.

As her bearings steadied, realization slowly creeped in that she was teleported. She turned behind her, slowly shifting her body to see an Enderman peering down at her. Her eyes flickered to the side, not keeping direct contact with the mob.

“Did you…did you help me?” she asked hesitantly. Her hands nervously gripping her sword and shield.

The enderman spoke and she almost caught the words.

“E-Excuse me? Could you repeat that please?”

“⊬⟒⌇ ⟟ ⎅⟟⎅”

Yes

“W…why?”

Thea not realizing she heard the Enderman speak and she understood.

“⎅⍜ ⊬⍜⎍ ⋏⍜⏁ ⍀⟒☊⍜☌⋏⟟⋉⟒ ⋔⟒ ⊬⍜⎍⋏☌ ⍜⋏⟒?”

Do you not recognize me young one?

“I…recognize? You recognize me? From where?”

“⌰⍜⍜☍ ⏃⏁ ⋔⟒ ⏃⋏⎅ ⊬⍜⎍ ⍙⟟⌰⌰ ⌇⟒⟒ ⋔⟒”

Look at me and you will see me

“But…isn’t that forbidden?”

“⎎⍜⍀ ⋔⍜⌇⏁, ⏚⎍⏁ ⊬⍜⎍ ⏃⍀⟒ ⍜⋏⟒ ⍜⎎ ⎍⌇”

For most, but you are one of us

“One of,” she stuttered, her hand flying to her head as everything around her wobbled. Her head throbbed as flashes of images popped into her head.

End cities, endermen sprawling around and mingling. They surrounded a child as she peered at them, confused and wabbled. Hands fed her chorus fruit. The dragon’s roar shook the domain and she sang to it to calm it. An endermen king, Endlantis-

Thea’s face was covered with cold sweat, her pink eyes glowing similarly to the Enderman in front of her. She placed her hands on her face, her skin resembling the sand in the End, running up to her hair that was not black but with hues of purple. Purple particles were disrupted from her hair, fluttering around her. Hands willed to forcefully release their grip on her scalp were lowered, then inspected. The tips of her fingers (with nails a bit too sharp) were black and slowly gradiating up to her forearms.

Too many similarities to be passed of an enderman. Traits of endermen.

Thea slowly lowered herself to sit on the ground, body stiff from her observations. “So…am I an enderman?” she asked quietly.

“⊬⟒⌇ ⏃⋏⎅ ⋏⍜. ⊬⍜⎍ ⏚⟒☊⏃⋔⟒ ⍜⋏⟒ ⍜⎎ ⎍⌇ ⏚⎍⏁ ⋏⍜⏁ ⍜⎎ ⎍⌇”

Yes and no. You became one of us but not of us

The words were cryptic but she understood. She became one of them, in a way where she shared traits of them and could understand their language. But she wasn’t one of them as an Enderman.

“An Enderman but not endermen” she spoke, looking at the being in front of her.

The enderman nodded.

“⟒⋏⎅⟒⍀⋔⏃⋏ ⏚⎍⏁ ⋏⍜⏁ ⟒⋏⎅⟒⍀⋔⟒⋏” it repeated.

“So…what does this mean…” her hand gestured to the two of them.

“⋏⍜⏁ ⟒⋏⟒⋔⊬ ⏚⎍⏁ ⋏⍜⏁ ⌇⏃⎎⟒ ⏁⍜ ⏃⌰⌰”

Not enemy but not safe to all

Thea nodded and took in a deep breath. She looked up at the sky, seeing the stars shift and the moon making its way. Dawn was approaching as she looked at the enderman, casting her head down in a bow.

“Thank you.”

The enderman whooped and chirped at her in greeting, before the tell-tale sound of teleportation heard. The enderman was gone with only bits of particles.

Thea stared at the spot, releasing more shuddering breaths before making her way back to the shelter. She had become tired as she planned, but she didn’t know if the weight of the information would let her sleep.

She would have to try anyways.

Part of her mystery was revealed, but more questions remained.

Thea had taken a few days before settling back out into the world. She used those days to absorb and forced herself to accept it. She spent her time, jotting the notes down in her journal; detailing what had happened and the information that was given to her. It also contained bits of her journey and memories that she thought was worth noting.

That she was the youngest of three siblings. Two older brothers. She had lived between the void, darkness, and the End cities. She spoke to Endermen but was not of them. She knew a man whose face and name eluded her, the only features that remained was a green and white hat that sat upon golden hair, with large black wings.

When she needed a break, she would go back into her main hobby of drawing. She had done drawings in her journal, but it was nice to have designated sketchbook. When that was not enough, she went out to explore the world. As she sat among the flowers, watching her wolves romp around, a thought came to her.

Although there was some part of her that wanted to return to the void, the darkness, and End, she liked it here. She liked exploring the world, the land and sea. She liked being on her feet and getting into fights every so often. Though it would be nice to have a place to call home, she liked wandering.

She liked her freedom. The ability to choose and live how she wanted. To do what she wanted.

In some part of her, she knew she would be forced to make choices but at least it would be here choice. Even if she wasn’t presented a choice-

Thea moved on from her little nook, her thoughts settled but her body no longer. She set off into the world, following her gut once more and enjoyed the freedom of exploration.

But as soon as she had re-started her wandering, she would come across a place called L’Manburg.

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[luxexhomines]

if requests are open, may i ask for ouma and saihara (separately) getting their nails painted by their s/o and the whole time they’re like “hOLY fRiCK dUDE HOLY FRIcK-“ and blushy n stuff but their s/o is just completely and utterly oblivious? thank you c:

Thank you for the request, sweet anon! To be honest, I don’t feel as though I’ve done the prompt justice, but here it is anyway. I kind of forgot about the oblivious part, oops… Your request came after requests had been closed, but I didn’t delete any of the ones I’d gotten for some time after I’d closed them, so today after I looked around my inbox, I thought maybe I’d fulfill this one. Icon credit to danganronpaicons! I used their surnames in the writing since your request used their surnames, so I hope that’s okay- I never know whether to refer to them by their first names or surnames. I can change it if you’d like. Here’s your request, under the cut, since it’s a little long. 

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Kokichi & Shuichi x Crush! Reader Painting Nails

Kokichi Ouma

Ouma was currently sitting in front of you, his hand cradled gently by yours as you concentrated and carefully painted a layer of purple nail polish on his index finger. Grape Panta purple, to be exact. 

He couldn’t quite remember how he’d got into this situation- did it even matter, anyhow? 

He tried to keep the red from tingeing his pale cheeks as he stared at you blankly. If he were a robot, this would be the moment he overheated. What’s that, you say? Why make a fuss over getting his nails painted? The point was not that his nails were being painted. The point was that his nails were being painted by you, his crush, the one and only. 

He thought he might faint, but that would be much too out-of-character for someone like him. He’d leave all the fainting and daintiness to Saihara. 

“Alright, that’s one hand done,” you exclaimed happily. “I was so nervous, I thought my heart would burst!” you looked him in the eye and beamed at him. 

Perhaps he should get a pair of sunglasses, Ouma thought to himself. Not that it would actually help prevent him from falling further in love with you. He offered his usual smile- or at least, what he hoped was his usual smile -and leaned in slightly. 

“How does this work? Should I paint your nails, too?” 

You laugh. God, that was such a beautiful sound- like the trickling bubbles of the river, or perhaps the singing of the birds. Was Ouma being sickeningly cheesy and overly poetic for no reason? Probably. Not that he minded. It was a natural reaction to being around you, after all. How anyone spent time around you without acting the way he did and thinking the things he did was a wonder to him.

“No, that’s alright,” you reply, grinning. “I somehow have the inkling that you’d get the nail polish all over me and my clothes, probably on purpose.” 

He arches an eyebrow, amused. 

“You really have so little faith in me? Nishishishi,” he nickered. “I promise I won’t,” he says in a rather sincere manner, which was a miracle in its own way. He supposed being around you just made miracles like that happen. 

A corner of your lips raises, and you display a lopsided smile. 

“Only if you pinky promise,” you say, giggling. 

He sighs and shrugs. 

“Fine, if it’ll get you to believe me,” he says in a mock-show of disappointment and betrayal. 

He holds out his pinky, the one that hadn’t been painted yet- after all, the other one was still drying after you’d applied the polish -and you hooked your own unpainted pinky around his firmly. 

“You promised,” you remind him before letting go. “You’d better be careful. But first, I have to finish painting your other hand!” 

He holds out his unpainted fingertips to you, and you hold his hand gently. It was warm, you thought to yourself absent-mindedly before grabbing the bottle of purple nail polish once again and forcing yourself to focus as you painted his thumbnail. 

Ouma shivered, and you looked up at him, stifling a chuckle. 

“Not used to it?” you jab. “You will be soon, with me around. I’ll paint your nails again after it all chips off.” 

He wasn’t sure if he could handle being in such close proximity with you again, but at the same time, he had to thank his lucky stars that you wanted to paint his nails. Either way, it meant he got to spend more time with you. 

“I’m not a nail polish maniac like you,” he retorts. “This is the first time I’ve had my nails painted, after all.” 

You smile broadly. 

“That’s right, I’d forgotten! That’s why I decided to paint your nails,” you declared. 

Ouma rolled his eyes playfully. 

“Against my will. You dragged me in here kicking and screaming.” 

You shake your head as you paint his pinky finger. 

“Lies, all of it,” you say, teasing him back. 

“When have you known me not to lie?” he smirks. “It’s my trademark.” 

You snort. 

“I knew you were the devil when I met you. Should’ve kept away. Now it’s too late, and I’m stuck with you for the rest of my life,” you say dramatically. 

His heart skips a beat. It was now or never, he thought. 

“It’d be nice to spend the rest of my life with you,” he says softly. Oh, the things you did to him- it was hardly a phrase he’d ever imagine himself saying. Maybe in another life, but not as Kokichi Ouma. He waited for your reaction as you capped the purple nail polish bottle and then examined his fingers closely. 

“I’m all done! Your fingers are all painted. Aren’t they pretty?” you say excitedly. 

Funny. He was sure you’d heard him. He stares at your face pointedly, and it was then that he started to notice the redness of your cheeks. It’d been there all along, actually, but somehow he’d failed to notice it until now. And you looked rather nervous and somewhat giddy. He smiled and licked his lips. It sure was different, being on the other end of having a crush. Especially once you knew it was mutual. 

Your eyes flitted around as you stammered, taking note of the silence. 

“W-What’s wrong? You don’t like the nail polish?” 

He leans in just as you lean backward instinctively, away from him.

“I love it,” he says with a smug smile and watched your expression change as your heart jumped. 

“You…you love the nail polish? That’s great,” you babble. “I..next time we’ll switch colors, and maybe I can draw some designs on them too…” You stand and rush to the door in an attempt to escape, but somehow he gets there just as quickly, and soon enough, you’re trapped between the door and Ouma, who’s somehow starting to resemble some kind of predator hunting his prey. 

“Don’t run away,” he says, gazing directly into your eyes, and it’s all you can do to keep the heat on your face from rising any further. You gulp. 

“What is it…?” you ask, your voice quivering. 

He takes your hand in a sensual manner, intertwining his fingers with your own. 

“I haven’t painted your nails yet,” he says slyly. 

You glance back at the door, wanting to escape as the tension rose, and you tried to answer him, stumbling over your words in an attempt to find an excuse. 

“I… There’s… I’ve got to go,” you say. “You can paint my nails another time.” 

He sighs dramatically. 

“I know you’re lying,” he says with a mischievous smile. You know that smile means trouble, and you press your back to the door. “But I guess I’ll let you go for today,” he concedes. “We’ve got a lot of time, after all. But I’ll just take this first,” he says and leans in, placing a small kiss on your cheek, and you felt yourself stop breathing as the heat that had dissipated rise once again to your face. 

“O-Ouma!” you stutter when you find your voice. He smiles in that infuriatingly self-satisfied manner, and you run out the door, a ball of nervous energy, embarrassment, and happiness.

He laughs. 

“Now that I know there’s at least something there, I’ll take my time chasing you down,” he says to himself, a smile playing at his lips. “We have all the time in the world for me to make you fall in love with me.“

Shuichi Saihara

“You’ve never had your nails painted before? Want to try?” you say with great enthusiasm, grabbing Saihara’s white, slim fingers. “It would look great on you,” you promise. 

Just holding your hands was enough for a blush to rise to his pale cheeks, and he struggled to focus on your words. You were holding his fingers, he thought to himself again. It was hard not to doubt the existence and reality of such a lucky occurrence. 

“I, er… I’m not so sure it would look too good on me,” he says apprehensively. 

You shake your head adamantly. 

“Saihara, it’ll look amazing on you! I can see it now. Come on,” you laugh, carefree, and pull him into your dorm room. He was having a hard time following the events, what with all the sensory overload- first, you’d taken his hands in yours, and then he’d entered your room, which smelt like you and had all your personal effects in it. 

“Are you sure?” he tries again, still not convinced. 

You pat the chair, signaling for him to sit, and sit across from him, holding a bottle of nail polish. 

“I’m sure! I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” you say, your body almost unable to contain the excitement you had. 

He couldn’t help but chuckle at your energy as you uncap the nail polish bottle. 

“Okay, okay, if you say so,” he replies, smiling wryly. 

You put your hand out, palm-up, and looked at him expectantly. 

“Hand,” you say as if ordering a dog to give you his paw. On command, he gently places his left hand on yours, and you keep it steady as you paint the first layer of nail polish onto his thumbnail. It was colder than he had expected, and he observed your careful precision at work. It was like a dream, having you paint his nails- and being in your room, too, was like a dream. 

“Out of curiosity,” Saihara says, “why did you pick the color gold? I would’ve expected something a little more understated for someone like me.” 

At those words, your head flicks upward quickly. 

“Don’t say ‘someone like me!’” you admonish him. “How many times do I have to remind you? Anyway, the color gold is perfect for you,” you smile. “It’s the color of your eyes,” you peer into said eyes, “which are absolutely stunning.” 

He leans back slightly, and the color pink crawls onto his face slowly. 

“Thank you?” he says as if asking a question. “I’ve  never been told that my eyes were stunning before.” 

You hum as you paint his ring finger. 

“Well, they are,” you reply, not thinking too much. “You’re the most attractive person I’ve met, actually.” 

When you don’t hear him reply, you look up at him only to see a sea of red coloring his cheeks, and his signature ahoge is all bent out of shape. His dark gold eyes, the color of ichor, the blood of gods, were averted from you, and it was then that you realized what you’d said. You subsequently turned a similar color and tried to backtrack- but the damage was done. 

“I, uh… I meant that you’re objectively beautiful!” you blurt. Nice save. Not. He glances at you, and you’re suddenly back to painting his nails studiously. 

“Oh, I see,” he says, and if you didn’t know better, you’d think he sounded disappointed. 

“There,” you say, all smiles. “One hand down! Keep it away from stuff so it doesn’t get ruined, and give me your other hand.” 

He nods, placing his other hand on yours once again. He thought he might understand why people said they wouldn’t wash their hands after shaking hands with a celebrity now- the feeling was unbelievable, and he wanted to enjoy it as long as possible. 

You work in a comfortable silence for some time, and he finds himself drawn to observing each part of you. There was just too much about you that he loved. Being able to be in your presence like this was too good to be true, he thought to himself, but he still valiantly fought the heat from his face. 

You finish and cap the bottle of nail polish, standing and putting it away. 

“All done! Now you’ve just got to be careful not to ruin it by touching things or doing anything weird,” you say as if prescribing him a treatment. 

“Thank you,” he says, standing up as well, and he looks at his painted fingernails closely. “They’re rather pretty.” 

You bit your lip lightly and then smiled proudly.

“I did my best! They look better than my nails ever do. Probably because I can do both of your hands with my dominant hand.” 

He quirks an eyebrow, intrigued. 

“That’s right, I forgot that when you paint your own nails you have to switch hands…” 

“Unfortunate but true,” you agree. “It’s alright, though. I do it more for the fun than to look nice,” you admit. “Thanks for trusting me,” you say genuinely. 

“Of course,” he says warmly. 

It was now or never, you thought to yourself. 

And so you leaned in and kissed Saihara on the cheek affectionately. 

It took a moment to register- rather, it was funny watching the usually cool-headed and calm detective transform into a young schoolboy once more, and he put a hand to his cheek quietly, mouth slightly open. 

“Did you- did I…” he mumbles, and he stares at you as his face rapidly turns redder and redder. 

“Did you not like it?” you say innocently, slightly nervous. 

Out of all the words to come out of your mouth at that time, he had been expecting something more along the lines of you asking what he meant or maybe something else confirming he’d been hallucinating- but no, here you were, a fond look in your eyes as you looked at him questioningly, blushing slightly. 

He summons up his courage for his next actions, and he leans in and delicately wraps his arms around you, and you do the same, your arms going around his back. You could feel the color on your cheeks as the pace of your heartbeat escalated. 

“I-… I loved it,” he says. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, in case it wasn’t obvious,” you say with a teasing tone in your voice. 

The two of you embrace for a bit of time before letting go, and your eyes immediately darted to his fingernails. 

“You ruined them! What did I say?” you scold. 

“For a good reason,” he protests in defense of himself. 

The two of you hold defiant expressions until you both burst into laughter. 

“Alright, alright. I’ll redo them,” you say in between fits of giggles, and you kiss him on the cheek once more. “I’ll just take this as my payment,” you smirk as he turns another 50 shades of red. 

[shhhlikeme]

Nin’s Matchup!

(SFW + NSFW)

Matchup Profile: Sfw+nsfw matchup pretty pls! (1/5) Name: Nin>Female>5’4>Film & sfx/theatrical makeup freelancer>V athletic in MS-HS: ballet, was in volley ball, soccer &Basketball teams>Miss my prime days>Scared to start workout again b/c I’ll get lightheaded>If sum1 helps push me through initial fear, I’ll keep growing from there> Likes chilling in ballet stretch poses>paints, photographs&draws as hobby>draws a pic a day (mostly portraits)>writing a comic atm >Always plan contingencies.🦄

(2/5) >embarrassed of my loud laugh(it’s like Kuroo’s)>introvert>not afraid to lead a team tho> V shy & quiet most times>8/10 times, feels awk in public,like idk what i’m saying, but others told me I seem social>Once I’m comfy w/ u, i joke a lot(occasional mum jokes 2 annoy+Sassy dirty ones w/ S/O)>hides behind ppl who likes 2 talk, but not when they’re 2 loud>laughs @ mistakes/when embarrassed>Will stop mistreatment, even if I get in trouble>values communication&genuine discussions🦄

(3/5) Sings when home alone>competes @ Street Fighter tournaments, trains everyday 4 it>Sings “Hit Me W/ Your Best Shot” when fighting bosses in game&swears melodically when i lose>eats chips w/ chopsticks >make hats out of my cat fur when bored>Workahokic night🦉>likes 2 teach >full convos w/ my 🐱>LIVES in oversized hoodies & flip flops, regardless of weather>no pants@home!>Feels incompetent sometimes, but keep practicing 2 improve>Analytical fast learner>idk why ppl think i look innocent🦄

(4/5)>Forgets 2 speak eng when tired (Thai 1st lang.)>Headrubs 4 s/o every night b4 bed>will miss u but is bad@texting>yelps like puppy when I’m surprised>Unconventionally resourceful: Wire hangers’s fixes everything! >stress bakes & will gets pouty if it didn’t turn out well.>overwhelmed to water my 50+ 🌱 >Doodles on smt (always have a pen on me)when i feel socially anxious> 2 dance sober @ clubs> Wants a stable relationship where we work tgt like a team to bring out the best in one another🦄

(5/5) I like a s/o who is lovable, kind, genuine, mature, independent and caring, but can also joke & be silly with like best friends. NSFW: open 2 try new things>❤️restraints, blindfolds & sensual tickle sex (as lee+ler) but had always been too shy to share it with any1>occasionally self conscious of food baby+stretchmarks>🥰edging/teasing >has a thing 4 height differences (likes to feel smol lol!) & primal play.>Is a switch. I’m so sorry if it’s too much info! Thank you for doing this!🦄

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A/N: HI LOVE @crushzone !!!! I SMILE WHEN I SEE YOU IN MY NOTIFS GIRL I WORKED HARD ON YOURS OF COURSE💖 But no matter whaaaat I’m going to be very authentic in my matchups bc they’re based on compatibility and therefore, without further ado, lemme introduce you to your NEW BAE:

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KŌTARŌ BOKUTO 🦉

SFW:

so you’re a theatrical makeup artist.

Aight.

Mind if I offer you a word of advice? :

RUN

“DUDE THAT’S AMAZING IT LOOKS SO SICK!”

Startled by someone’s loud booming voice, you smudged the eyeliner you were applying to your actor’s face all over their forehead. Whipping around to see who had disrupted your work you were faced with a beautiful black and grey haired owl. A rather tall... and very attractive ‘beautiful black and grey haired owl.’

He started walking around the dressing room like he owned the place, touching everything.

“Excuse me, you don’t have a badge. You can’t be backstage—!”

“Pretty obvious don’t you think, Miss ________?”

You didn’t take his bait, refusing to give this stranger your name. Bokuto shrugged.

“Well since I don’t know your name I shall label thee—Miss HOT GIRL of the 9 Kingdoms!” He nudged the knight actor who was sitting in your makeup chair with his elbow. “Did I sound 15th century ish or what??” The owl turned to you expecting to be praised. “I had to meet the person who made the medieval vampire look so scary in the last act. But that guy with the lights didn’t tell me anything about you being so hot.”

You were speechless because he was hot too

But he shouldn’t be back here so you tried to shoo him out anyway

He allowed you to try to shove him out but he was way bigger than you so nice try sis

When he yawned while you panted because you weren’t able to budge him an inch....

Bokuto wagered that he would leave if you agreed to make him look like the Hulk with your makeup skills for a Halloween party he had to go to

You didn’t really want to because you were a professional and you had no idea who this owl was but because you had 15 minutes until the second act and you needed peace and quiet if you were going to finish your job!!! ....

( This boy was not peace NOR quiet )

You agreed.... but because you answered so fast Bokuto kicked it up one notch

Prince of pushing his luck (king is reserved for Shōyo‘s extra ass)

He pretended to allow you to push him out of the makeup room a few steps but before you closed the door he stuck his foot between the door so it couldn’t close.

Smiling, he peered back in, looking down at you:

“AND...... you have to agree to go on a date with me. Tomorrow night?”

“Ugh FINE!”

Bo removed his foot and let himself out with a bounce in his step.

SERIOUSLY WHO LET THIS MAN BACKSTAGE......

Needless to say, after a few dates, mans won you over like he wins EVERYONE over

It surprised you how comfortable you became with him but he just has that affect on people

***

In terms of your athletic relationship Bokuto does many things:

He pushes you to go to the gym with him for one

He signs the two of you up for impromptu Beginner 30-day challenges that you both must stick to

So every morning for 30-days straight he jumps on you in bed to wake you up:

“NIN BABY TIME TO HIT THE GYM. BABY NIN TIME TO GET IN SOME SEXY GYM SHORTS. MON BÉBÉ NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNN—“

“Kōtarō, please shut up.”

he doesn’t

He drags you there and eventually you get back into the swing of things.. killing it in the weight room with your supportive man cheering on your every rep!

You don’t even need him to wake you up during the second challenge!

Your volleyball player boyfriend also signs you up (without permission) for the neighborhood soccer team that Akaashi’s girlfriend is already on

You hated it at first because it was uncomfortable going back after not playing for so long but you soon realized that all the girls there were ex-athletes too and not stars

You formed amazing new girl friendships (especially with Akaashi’s gf) and double dates with them were one of your favourite nights of the week!

You owed that happiness in your life all to your Owl 🦉🥰

He and Akaashi came to every soccer game y’all had and you and the three of you went to all of Bokuto’s games, obviously

Btw you all were FITTTTTT OML

***

In addition...

You already know that your man finds your artistic talents insanely fascinating

On your first anniversary together Bokuto gifted you with a new paint set and new French stand:

Because he admires you Bokuto also tries to draw and paint seriously just like you

You stand over his shoulder and give him corrections and baby owl learns so fast it’s amazing

You two make ‘paint night’ a thing when you move in together and it’s always the most fun event!!!!

Bokuto CONSTANTLY and I mean CONSTANTLY asks for you to add him to the comic you’re writing but you say no because he wouldn’t fit in

He sulks but one day you surprise him by showing him that you drew a cute soaring black and gray owl in the background of almost every outdoor scene in your comic,

you pointed out that it was him

BOKUTOOOO WAS SOOOOO HAPPY

HE WAS SHOUTING FROM THE ROOFTOPS

He called Akaashi right away and almost cried tears of joy hahahahaha

***

Your contingent based lifestyle has saved your reckless boyfriend’s life and career many-a-times

It’s one of the things he loves most about you.

Also, it is important to mention that he is in LOVE with your laugh

Bby owl does anything to hear it and showers your face with kisses when you laugh to draw it out

He loves you so freaking much

When you don’t make sense and speak gibberish in public because your awkward side randomly comes out......your boyfriend loves to make fun of you:

“Huh? Nin, that wasn’t Japanese, that wasn’t Thai and that definitely wasn’t English. What planet is my adorable baby girl from, again? And how do I return her in exchange for a floating space car instead?!”

suh cute

All of Bokuto’s teammates really like you because you work in conjunction with Akaashi which means you actually have the magic ability to get Bokuto out of emo mode even faster than his best friend 🤯🤯🤯

When he’s at an away game in emo mode his teammates will literally FaceTime you and point their phone in his general direction

“Hey, Kōtarō!!!! Look, Nin’s on the phoneeee!”

Bby owl turns around slowly when he was sulking in the corner and when he sees you on the screen he’s running and jumping on whoever is holding your phone.”

“Kōtarō baby. You’re going to stop this emo mode right now. If not I won’t let you paint me nude like we discussed.”

mans was like: 😨😨😨😨🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

YEP the next second you see him hitting his best practice spikes and his teammate thanks you profusely

You do this several times until Kōtarō just knows to not go into emo mode anymore because you won’t be happy

A year into his professional volleyball career The Black Jackal’s coach sent a surprise fruit bouquet to your work one time:

With a note that read:

To Nin,

Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

Love,

The Team

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I know you don’t really like people who are considered “too loud” and Bokuto is like...... “MEGA LOUD 🎙 “ but you and Akaashi work together to quiet your boy down as he gets older

He’s perfect

And you love him

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OKAY THIS IS THE FUNNIEST day THING:

You know how you like standing up for people (even strangers) and stuff?

Well one day, you and Bokuto get caught on a show called WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

Where the two of you cussed out this cat-abusing actor on the show in a convincing scenario!

It was PRICELESS

Bokuto literally tells everyone that y’all are movie stars because of it 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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More in the relationship:

Bo is always singing with you 💞 when y’all make breakfast it becomes a national sport to sing at the top of your lungs!!

And when he sees you eat chips with chopsticks he’s pulling a Hinata “🤩🤩🤩” face .

He begs you to teach him how

So you try

......and try

..................and try

He can’t do it bruv 😞

You see bby Owl’s emo mode return for the first time in like a year when the chip shatters between his sticks again

This time, you have to enlist Akaashi as the FaceTime saviour and Keiji just tells him:

“Bokuto. You should prefer eating chips with your hands anyway. It gets to your mouth faster.”

cue Bo’s 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 face

........And all is well again

There’s more:

So you’re a workaholic?

Bokuto is fine with that. He just makes you promise that he gets to take you out on your lunch breaks a few times a week or whenever he can

He’s so sweet and your coworkers are BIG jealous of your relationship

Your man BEGSSSSS you to teach him Thai but you find it too hard so when he’s travelling on a long flight he spends the time learning the language on YouTube (and actually get decent at it) so that he can understand you when you’re sleepy😴🥺💕

When Bokuto surprises you by wishing you goodnight in Thai before he falls asleep (while you’re giving him head rubs), your heart explodes BECAUSE why is he the cutest thing in the world ?!?!?!

RELATIONSHIP COMMUNICATION:

You don’t text/you’re bad at texting? That’s fine, mainly because bby owl is so busy with volleyball anyway, but if you don’t text him back when he is feeling needy the boy will call you 20 times in a row

When you finally pick up, your heart is beating like thinking it’s an emergency

But he will answer saying:

“Oh, no emergency. I just want booty pics. Please, Nin babyyyyy?”

you’re like: 😑

ANOTHER CUTE THING YOUR MAN DOES?????

AIGHT:

It’s cringey but.......

When you’re at work all day doing makeup and he’s home he will send you pics throughout the day of him taking care of your plants like they are y’alls newborn children:

His text:

Baby look!!! Ollie the Orchid grew to 7 inches today!!! Yesterday he was 6.8 inches!!!!! They grow up so fast 😭😭😭”

Your reply:

Not quite as long as your dick, Bo

His reply:

I hate when you get me horny when I’m trying to take care of the kiiiids 😭😭😭😭

Dkm

Of all the factors you look for in a man, Bokuto has all of them

Like I said he becomes much more mature when you and Akaashi are his closest compadres

What people don’t know is that Kōtarō is actually very mature he is just a hardcore optomist (besides emo mode lmao) so people often mistake him as immature or dumb

But He’s far from it and you see that everyday

It’s why you fell for him

When dealing with serious issues that life has to handle, you see a different side of Bokuto, a real side, the side he shows in every tough volleyball game when he makes you metaphorically step behind him so he can deal with any problem that comes your way

He would literally withstand all your battles if that meant you’d remain happy forever

We stan a relationship like yours💞

NSFW:

okay so you know how you chill in ballet 🩰 stretches sometimes?

THAT DRIVES KŌTARŌ WILD.

It turns him on so much and he is constantly testing how flexible you are in the bedroom

When you keep meeting his expectations he is POUNDING you cause he is so turned on

He fucking loves it

It also turns him on when you’ll be acting shy and stuff but then randomly you’ll lead your neighbourhood soccer team like a BAD BITCH

When he sees that he’s already asking Akaashi how long until the game ends because he’s horny:

Akaashi deadpans. “Too much information. And the game just started 3 minutes ago. Get a water and calm yourself.”

Bo is sad but it makes for one hell of a I’m-proud-of-you sexscape when you get home from your game!!

Your dirty jokes also turn Bokuto on.

A lot.

A lot a lot:

“Bo.....I was joking.”

“I know but if I hear the word ‘dick’ coming out of your mouth I automatically think of you blowing me so now I want us to go home.” He whines.

You sigh. He’s lucky he’s so fucking hot.

When you’re playing street fighter every night this boy will not leave you alone until you cockwarm him

“Nin can you pleaseeeeee warm my cock while you train? I miss you.”

Your concentration turns him on so he has to ask nicely 😊

You love his dick so of course you oblige

Bby owl is so happy just sitting there being in your company and in your warmth but sometimes or every time he ends up thrusting into you

Sometimes while he’s giving you deep slow thrusts he orders you to keep playing or he won’t get you off

Damn 🤤

Let’s not forget also that you drive your man wild by walking around the house in hoodies all the time and nothing else

Every day, another hoodie will be found in various RANDOM places in the house because Bo flings it off you before he makes love to you wherever, and they go missing

Finally, when you get all sad and pouty because one of your baker trials goes to shit (ruined chocolate brownies this time, boo 💔), your boyfriend is taking your hand gently in an instant, leading you to the bedroom:

“Don’t be sad my beautiful girl, you know how much I hate seeing you sad. It makes me sad.! Here, come in the room and sit on my face—I promise I’ll make you feel better.”

WELL DAMN—😳💦

Maybe you should screw up brownie recipes more often.

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A/N: do you know the show what would you do??? Watch it on YouTube if you haven’t haha I couldn’t stop thinking about you and Bokuto being on it after reading your matchup profile!!!! I hope you liked it bb! Give me all your reactions, I want all the smoke 💞💞💞