#had to include the iconic line XD

[griseldabanks]

The Usual again for Kick-in-the-Pants Writing Ask, please? (Unless you have no more Foster Family AU to write, in which case just Cosmic Eclipse, please.)

I've got one more Foster Family AU story on the docket, but haven't fully decided what I'm doing with it yet, so I'm just doing two rounds of Cosmic Eclipse this time.

132 words:

Impatient, Sherlock cut off his self-congratulatory speech. “People have died.” “That's what people DO!” His voice echoed around the room like a slap, all trace of levity gone.

171 words:

A sudden shuffle of feet, shoes squeaking on the floor. John shouted, “I've got him, Sherlock, run!” Sherlock froze, still pointing the gun in their direction. No, this was too easy, Moriarty would never put himself in a position where.... A sudden intake of breath from John. “Sniper.”

[fwoopersongs]

丑奴儿·书博山道中壁 - To the tune of Ugly Girlie · Written on the wall along Mount Bo’s path

by 辛弃疾 (Xin Qiji, 1140 to 1207)

少年不识愁滋味 shào nián bù shí chóu zī wèi A youth, once unacquainted with the tang of sorrow,

爱上层楼 ài shàng céng lóu liked climbing tall towers…

爱上层楼 ài shàng céng lóu liked climbing tall towers

为赋新词强说愁 wèi fù xīn cí qiáng shuō chóu to craft fresh lyrics by contriving sorrow,

而今识尽愁滋味 Érjīn shí jǐn chóu zīwèi now acquainted with a myriad flavours of sorrow,

欲说还休 yù shuō huán xiū suppresses the urge to speak…

欲说还休 yù shuō huán xiū suppresses the urge to speak,

却道天凉好个秋 què dào tiān liáng hǎo gè qiū remarking instead, 'It's a cool day, what a fine Autumn!'.

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N O T E S

(I’m trying something slightly different for the Song Dynasty folks. Digging is fun but very tiring for my Tang ladies and gentlemen LOL.)

A note on the title: The tune pattern / cipai 丑奴儿 is the same as 采桑子, for which it was more popularly known. This likely originated from one or two popular tunes from the Tang Dynasty's Royal Academy with similar names like 采桑 Picking Mulberry and 杨下采桑 Picking Mulberry 'Neath the Poplars. Given that the alternative name is something so iconically done by girls, I couldn't quite get the idea that 丑奴儿 is something like the equivalent of 'rascal' for girls LOL. So Ugly Girlie it is xD (sorrynotsorry).

So in the post for his poem, 青玉案·元夕- Green Jadeite Platter · Fifteenth Day of New Year, we’ve talked touched briefly on Xin Qiji’s childhood raised by his grandfather in Jin territory, how he rebelled and returned to Song, only to be met with obstacle upon obstacle, and eventually withdrew from politics, settling in Shangrao in his 40s. The year is 1181, and for the next twenty years or so, he continued to live there. We can get to know this period in his life from a couple of other poems, so let’s talk about that another time! :D

Why 上饶 Shangrao is relevant for our poem today, if you’d take a look at the photo below, is because Boshan i.e. Mount Bo is relatively nearby. And even today, it’s a place recommended for travel and sightseeing holidays (and every single one of the five articles I opened mentions Xin Qiji lmao).

Source 

He visited Boshan often and was friendly with the monks at Boshan Temple. How friendly was he? They set aside a reading room for him - I couldn't find any photos, but wikipedia implies that the temple has marked out the place which can still be visited. He also wrote about them quite a bit, and so then it makes a lot of sense that he would casually brush a little reflective lyric there.

I was laughing at his self awareness with the whole ‘climbing tall towers and forcing some feelings to write better lines’ (what a mood!) wondering if he’d ever written about going up on a tower literally, possibly before this point in life. Well…

鹧鸪天·欲上高楼去避愁 - To the tune of Day of the Partridge · Perhaps the tall tower is a place to dodge sorrows by Xin Qiji

欲上高楼去避愁 | Perhaps the tall tower is a place to dodge sorrows. 愁还随我上高楼 | But still, these sorrows, up the tall tower they do follow. 经行几处江山改 | The landscape where I've passed has utterly changed, 多少亲朋尽白头 | and many are the friends and family with white in their hair. 归休去 去归休 | Go retire and return, retire and go home. 不成人总要封侯 | Must every man naturally achieve their merits and title? 浮云出处元无定 | The drifting clouds have never been asked their place, 得似浮云也自由 | we ought to be as those clouds that drift so freeeeeee.

(Yeah, sounds like he’s had it and is ready to go.)

On the baidu page for the main poem of today, a dude named Zhuo Renyue who lived during the Ming Dynasty commented in his anthology where this piece was included, 'Earlier it was forcing (himself) to speak, afterwards it was forcing (himself) not to speak.

So gently wry and ironic!

[le-velo-pour-dru]

How was the concert?? Tell me everything!

OH MY GOSH OKAY OKAY OKAY SO. IT WAS AMAZING :D ❤️

So before the concert started and everyone was waiting in line, I got to meet the AMAZING @mayathexpsychic and @acaesic in-person!! :D 💖 It was amazing, they're both such sweet and cool individuals, and I had so much fun chatting and hanging out with them before the show. It definitely made the wait a lot easier and a lot more fun!! ^^ 💖

When we finally got into the venue, after some waiting, we got to see the opening act, Sego!! I didn't really know what to expect, cause I hadn't heard of them, but oh my gosh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They were AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🤩❤️ They were so good!! 😁❤️ I'm definitely gonna have to look into their music, I enjoyed their set a lot ^^ 🫶

After that. oh my god. The wait for Dallon to come out was EXCRUCIATINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG IT FELT LIKE IT TOOK FOREVER XD I never knew what to expect when one of the songs that was playing faded out, or when someone walked onto the stage only to be one of the people helping to set up. IT WAS LIKE TORTURE, I NEVER KNEW WHEN HE WOULD COME OUT AND IT FELT LIKE SUCH A LONG TIME X'D 💔

BUT WHEN HE FINALLY CAME OUT. OMG. HE COMMANDED THAT STAGE. THE SHEER POWER AND CONFIDENCE HE EXUDED WAS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING AS HE CONTROLLED OUR CHEERS WITH HIS HANDS. Also. HE LOOKED SO AMAZING???????????????????? HIS HAIR WAS SO PRETTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY AND HE LOOKED AMAZING IN THAT SUIT. NOT TO MENTION THAT. HE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE 🫢💘 LIKE. HE IS STUNNINGLY PRETTY. HE'S SO GORGEOUS FHXGVKFHXCGJHCXJCGFXJHCGGJXCCJVJCJCJCVC ☺️💘 AND WHEN HE TOOK OFF HIS SUIT JACKET AND STARTED ROLLING UP THE SLEEVES OF HIS SHIRT OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY 🤭💞 The moment that he first walked onstage to the first few songs are kind of a blur to me, cause I was. ABSOLUTELY LOSING MY MIND XD I WAS GOING ABSOLUTELY FERAL CAUSE THE REAL DALLON JAMES WEEKES WAS RIGHT. THERE. OH MY GOD XD ❤️ So yeah I don't really remember them cause I was losing my MIND over him during them 🤭💖

As for how the concert worked, things have kinda changed!! For one, Dallon did a lot less bass playing and a lot more moving around the stage as he sang. Mad IQs used to be special cause he ditched the bass and was just a lead singer for a while, but he did that for maybe half the songs of the concert!! And I'm not complaining at all, Dallon is very fun to watch as he moves around onstage, he has a lot of fun with it and is just very full of energy and charisma!! It's a welcome change in my opinion :) 💖 As for the backing musicians, things have changed too!! Anthony is still his touring guitarist, but there's a new musician too who. I wasn't sure if he was playing guitar or bass or both, but his name was Isaac Paul. There's also a new drummer too, whose name is Ronnie Strauss! Dallon didn't really talk about Ryan during the concert, which I think was a tasteful decision on his part, BUT. HE DID MENTION HIM ONCE 🤭 As he was introducing the musicians, he said, "Turns out you can afford more people when you aren't being stolen from." WHICH WAS SO ICONIC. OMG. IF YOU'RE GONNA BRING HIM UP, WHAT A WAY TO DO IT X3 ❤️ IT WAS SO FUNNY HFXJGCHXFXCGJXFCJGJGXGJCVXVJJGXGJCGJCVJCGJC 🤭

And can I just say, I love Dallon's charisma onstage!! He would talk in between songs, and every time, he was just so charming and personable, it was a lot of fun!! :) ❤️ He's so good at connecting with the crowd, I loved hearing everything he had to say ^^ ❤️ A couple of highlights include:

He asked us if we all had good Christmases, and when we cheered, he said, "Well, that's neat!" in the GOOFUEST voice. It was so silly X3 ❤️

Before Kiss Goodnight, he talked about having fallen in love with Breezy years ago and still being in love with her to this day, and he shared that they did, in fact, kiss goodnight that night. It was really sweet 😊💖

He said that that night, we were all his date, and he was our date (if we're into that sort of thing), which. MADE ME BLUSH AND GIGGLE AND KICK MY FEET A LITTLE HEHEHEHE ☺️🩷 I WISH I COULD BE HIS DATE XFHGJJFXJGCXVJJCVVCJJCVCBJ 🤭💖

Before Choke, he gave a whole heartfelt speech about how much it meant to him that people came to see the show, and how amazing it is that the one thing unifying a room full of strangers is the music that they enjoy, and he finished it with, "Now, if you don't mind, choke yourself to sleep". IT WAS SO FUNNY FHXGJCHJCGXFJGJCXCJGJCCGJBC, HE'S SO AWESOME 🤭❤️

Anyway, moving onto something else: I don't tend to sing along with the songs during a concert, I prefer to just listen to how they're being performed. So while I didn't sing along with most of the songs, I had a lot of fun participating during the parts where he wanted the crowd to sing, like Social Climb and A Letter!! But the absolute peak crowd participation moment HAD to be Visitation of the Ghost!! 🤩💖 From where I was standing, it was pretty hard to see him during the crowd walk... BUT STILL!! I CAN'T BELIEVE I GOT TO EXPERIENCE A CROWD WALK LIVE OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG 🤭💖 That song overall is just. absolutely amazing to see live, it was a incredible experience and one of the best parts of the night!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🤩❤️

AND. OK. I REFUSE TO SAY MUCH ABOUT DOWNSIDE, BUT. I LOVED IT SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH 😁💖 I couldn't really understand what he was saying, but the vibes of the song were sooooooooooooooooo fun and I can't wait to finally hear it on the album!! 😄🩷 Speaking of which, he said a different Gloom Division song will be coming out in two weeks, and I can't wait to find out which one it is!! Maybe it'll be Kiss and Tell, he used that phrase during the concert, so. maybe that was a hint :o ❤️ That's just a guess though, idk what to expect X3

Anyway. It was an absolutely incredible experience!! :3 💖 Dallon is an absolutely phenomenal performer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😄🫶❤️ He's an incredible musician, he has a beautiful voice, and he has so much amazing energy and charisma up on that stage 😁🩷 It was incredible seeing one of my favorite musicians perform live right in front of me, I had so much fun, and I'm so grateful I got the opportunity to go see him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🤩💖 I had such an amazing time and I can't wait to see him again in April!! ^^ ❤️🫶

[memyselfandtheemperor]

What is your favorito character of Star Wars?

Aaaaaaaah I can��t pick just oneeee

Probably Palps, Maul and Anakin.

Palpatine because he’s pure comedy. I can’t watch any scene he’s in with straight face. Ian Mcdiarmid performance kills me every time. He’s the reason this comic happened XD

Darth Maul because…have you seen that design??? It´s sooo iconic. Just for that he would be on my top. But if you add the character development he got on Clone Wars and Rebels to the mix it´s like damn. They took a chara that barely had any lines in episode one and turned him in one of the most interesting ones imo.

And then I have to include Anakin, because his journey is also fascinating from the storytelling perspective. The hero that turns into the villain it´s just such an interesting theme. As a kid I didn’t watch the OT so I didn’t know he was Darth Vader so it was really impactful to watch his turn in episode 3. The character definitely grew on my after watching clone wars though, it was really interesting to see how everything that happened in that period fleshed out his downfall.

[ilikedetectives]

I LOVE YOUR ASK BUTTON SO I HAD TO ASK SOMETHING

(I love Kassandra so fuckin much)

Uh, what's your favorite book? XD

Hello fella Kassandra lover!!! Oh dear I have to think about this question, because I notice I tend to not have that one book to name drop, but instead I 'adopt' characters and/or quotes because they "inscribed in my mind and carved into my bones".

Before morally grey drow woman, this man was/still is my obsession, his name is Sha Qianmo (杀阡陌/Sát Thiên Mạch), from a popular xianxia novel Hua Qiangu (花千骨/Hoa Thiên Cốt), whose canonically described as "both men and women in all the realms envy him for his beauty", including gods and demons (this will be important for the plot later). His line is so romantic because he legit goes, "If [the man you love] mistreats/sacrifices you for the people in this world, I will slaughter them all." (which he did btw, he's the most powerful lord on the 'evil' side after all) to the female lead, who unfortunately treats him like an older sister and refers to him as such.

I will never forgive the author for giving him a tragic ending. He treasures his beauty the most and yet my man sacrificed it to save his unrequited love, then ended up in an eternal coma, just for the female lead to end up with the male lead who has been treating her like shit. If it wasn't for my bff who brought the series all the way from Vietnam and gifted it to me, I'd probably yeet it out the window (still have them on my bookshelf btw, gorgeous art covers).

So yea I hate how the book ended, but Sha Qianmo is in my custody now, along with his iconic line.

[found--family]

It's so wild watching old eps I haven't seen in years and years. I tend to rewatch s6 onwards with a few s4 eps for Cas posterity, but i just watched 5x20 and didn't remember a single thing that happened so it was like watching a new ep for the first time (and weirdly like watching a good canonverse fic chapter come to life). Highlights: 

Dean and Sam wearing masks giving serious covid19 vibes and Dean thinking his comment about weeping statues won't be heard by the doctor standing right in front of them - because he's talking louder, bc of the mask XD 

Crowley rejoins our boys for the first time since he gave them The Colt - the demons ate his tailor! he wants to join forces! iconic lines include: "fancy a fag and a chat?" 

Crowley had planted a magic coin in the impala that let him track it and listen to their convos - this is phenomenal fic fodder! 

Dean + Crowley's first hunt together! the enemies to allies of it all, the gay jibes from Crowley, the early days of Drowley 

I'd forgotten about Brady! he is Pestilence's righthand demon + Sam's old college buddy - he introduced Sam to Jess! he was the one who killed Jess! Jess was baking cookies at the time?! 

"Oh, well good for yoooou!" bitchy juvenile Dean i love you so much 

Crowley brings his pet hellhound to fight off the one come to hunt them down! 

Dean looks So Good this ep?? i've always preferred later seasons Dean but he looks just edible in this 

bi!Dean vibes as well as sub!Dean vibes are surprisingly strong with both Crowley and Brady 

one of my new favorite scenes: Dean pouring a salt line and stops and looks up at Crowley who stands there waiting. Dean pauses the salt-line and lets him pass. tense eye contact. superb. 

Bobby meets Crowley! the soul deal for Death's ring! i honestly forgot this was an apocalypse deal, my only memory of it being from season 6 

Crowley's vessel is a moderately successful literary agent 

my point is: go back and watch random eps you haven't seen in a while because not only is it a good refresher of characters/lore/plot for meta and fic (and you might find "new" scenes for fanvids or moments to gif) it's also so cool to be watching an old ep with eyes that don't remember that shit so your brain is like: new content!! 

[stormbreaker-290]

*coughs* HI SORRYYYY I'M BACK- I FEEL ASLEEP-

Anywqys uh. Books now :>

From left to right, top bottom top.

Comet in Moominland -- 1946 -- included the first appearances of many characters including Snufkin and Snorkmaiden.

Finn Family Moomintroll -- 1948 -- a small collection of various stories, including small blurbs for each character.

The Exploits of Moominpappa -- 1950 (revised later in 1968 and renamed "Moominpappa's Memoirs") -- tales of Moominpappa's youth, when he was still called Moomintroll. Includes new characters such as the Joxter (Snufkin's father) Hodgkin, and the Muddler (Sniff's father)

The Book about Moomin, Mymble and Little My -- 1952 -- Ngl I don't know much about this book other than the fact Mymble and Little My are sisters

Moominsummer Madness -- 1954 -- infuriatingly close to romance between Snufkin and Moomin during a prison break. Pretty sure Snufkin's iconic line "let's go fill Moominvalley with crime" is in the 90s anime adaptation of this book. Something to do with a failing theatre but it's kind of overshadowed by Snufkin's and Moomin's pining./hj (Please they're so gay it hurts)

Moominland Midwinter -- 1957 -- Moomintroll wakes up from hibernation (yes they hibernate) and is unable to go back to sleep. Too-ticky (white and red striped sweater, if you wanna look 'em up) helps him through it.

Who Will Comfort Toffle? -- 1960 -- Toffle leaves his home to try and find friends (he's a lonely lil' guy. Wet cat vibes.) And ends up rescuing Miffle (another character, doesn't appear much) from The Groke

Tales from Moominvalley -- 1962 -- a collection of short stories

Moominpappa at Sea -- 1965 -- The Moomins basically move away to an island, along with Little My and The Groke. It's. Really sad actually.

Moominvalley in November -- 1970/71 -- last official book, it's basically all the characters trying to find out what happened to the Moomin family, as they found their home abandoned. Also I keep forgetting to mention Fillyjonk. Everyone say hi to Fillyjonk, the Moomins' neighbor. I probably won't speak of her again. Anyways, the book ends with them not fully finding out what happened.

The Dangerous Journey -- 1977 -- last book written by Tove before her death, it follows a human that accidentally got into Moominvalley. Happy ending, though.

Damn that's alot of books- I feel like if I had these as a kid I wouldve re-read them so many times they'd be committed to memory and probably had my own self insert oc to imagine going on adventures with them

Good Lord how did I not know I was autistic- XD

[haljathefangirlcat]

Sometimes I wonder if Walther of Aquitaine is the one hero from the Nibelung/Volsung/Dietrich Cycle to have to most number of brain cells. He clearly gets the heck out of dodge when he can, and then afterwards refuses to be pulled into anymore slapfights. He and Dietrich are the only heroes from that cycle of myths to have happy endings (if you call becoming an immortal Wild Huntsman a happy ending) off the top of my head.

If you had to do a modern AU, would Walther be the one friend constantly facepalming at his buddies' antics?

Well... the only particularly extra thing I can recall about Walther right now is that one version of the story of his fight against Hagen where he throws the bone of a boar he and Hildegund had just been eating at Hagen. But I suppose that's more being good at thinking on his feet even when startled than being a drama queen, lol. There's also the final dialogue between him and Hagen in the Waltharius, I guess, but that's more a "you're probably not that normal if you're so chill about this" kind of thing. All in all, Walther does seem fairly level-headed and sensible by heroic standards. Whenever I think of Modern!AU scenarios for these characters, I like to imagine Walther and Hildegund as a rather reserved and lowkey couple, looking at all the drama going on around them and shaking their heads while sighing in relief that they're not involved.

However, especially in those scenarios, I also like to think they both have their dramatic and even petty sides. Walther has a few rather iconic lines in the Waltharius (my faves are -- not the exact quote from memory, mostly because I have a rather shitty memory, lol -- "Christ's thorn, you sprout such pricking foliage" and "you dance and jest, but when will you fight me?", both aimed at Hagen) and his attitude towards Gunther, no matter how justified, frankly cracks me up, so I do like imagine him as a rather sarcastic person and one who will hold a grudge if provoked enough. Which makes having him and Gunther occasionally be forced to interact as friends (or boyfriends...) of Hagen who can't stand each other in my little Modern!AU fantasies honestly hilarious. Plus, I also like to reimagine the allusions to the Aeneid in his relationship with Hildegund in the Waltharius, especially those in that scene where Hildegund thinks he's going to marry a Hunnish girl and is upset with him, as both of them having a genuine love for the Classics and bringing that into their admittedly rare fights. Often while Hagen watches on like "I've known you for years and I still don't know what's wrong with you guys."

As for Dietrich... this is ofc outside of Germanic heroic shenanigans, but did you know there's also a Latin story where the Devil himself turns into a black horse, lures him on his back, and then rides off into Mount Etna, which is conveniently a secret entrance to Hell itself? It's a bit like how Etzel's generally a good guy in continental sources but Atli's an asshole in Norse ones, imo. And I guess that's not really relevant to the conversation, but sorry, Dietrich is just so Extra about everything including his death, no matter what tradition you're looking at, and I kinda love talking about it. XD

[atomicdela-au]

Alrighty, it’s official my first post on this entire blog

I sadly do not have a profile picture made for this blog yet but I will eventually (hopefully soon.)

(Update 9/9/2023: You can already tell I already have an icon lol)

Anyway, I thought to start giving out information about this AU and not just let the blog hang here for much longer.

Once again I’m typing this while I am traveling again XD (currently waiting for my plane to board)

I’m currently heading back to where I am attending college for my second year. But back to the matter at hand, it’s time to give out the exposition or the setting of this AU.

So like I said in one of my first posts about the AU back on one of my older blogs I said that this AU is basically the Mandela Catalogue characters are thrown into a nuclear fallout scenario. Originally this AU started or spawned from ideas of wanting to make some kind of War AU. Surprisingly and not surprising at the same time is that there were a couple movies that inspired me to come up with the idea. These movies were known as Dunkirk and 1917. And then down the line of development inspiration from the Fallout Games, The Terminator Movies and even historical events changed the direction of the AU.

To start off with the exposition of the AU, we must start off with a history lesson. During throughout the 1950s-Early 1990s there was a rivalry between the United States and Russia (USSR at the time) and this was known as the Cold War. One of the key events during this “war” happened in October of 1962 when the two superpowers had a 13 day dangerous conflict. It was the closest time when two countries were close to nuclear conflict. As we know, the two countries agreed that this confrontation would result in a nuclear conflict and then agreed a deal in which the Soviets dismantle the weapon sites in exchange for a pledge from the United States not to invade Cuba. (At least that’s what a quick search told me.)

But what if the conflict wasn’t resolved? Well, that’s the origins of how the story begins in this AU. In this AU the conflict didn’t get resolved as it escalated more tension between the two superpowers. (This idea might change in the future but this is what it is currently)

In this timeline, it wasn’t until 1981 that a Nuclear Conflict/War finally started. The USSR declared a nuclear attack on the United States, leaving most of the country in disarray. Most of the bombs were dropped on the major cities of America.

It also wasn’t America that was affected, the whole world fell into disarray, including the USSR. They fell after a few years of this war. But the main country that this AU is based on it obviously the United States. Well, a while after the attacks the country no longer called themselves the United States, but known as the New United Territories. Within the former country, there are 13 commonwealths that combined the former states.

The United Territories is now trying its best to regain to get back on its feet after the war. But due to the nuclear radiation and fallout of the bombs that had emitted the world became inhabitable, and humanity has been struggling to stay alive. That is the basis or the setting for the beginning of this AU.

Now, you may be wondering where does the “Mandela Catalogue” factor fit in. Well, I’ll cover that in the next post but it put it simply, the first part or the first act of this AU focuses on the character of Mark Heathcliff and Cesar Torres. Anyway I am going to stop here and make this post super long as it kinda already is. The point of this particular post was to get the background information of this AU first before getting onto talking about the characters and amongst other stuff.

Thanks for taking the time to read this AU and sticking with me. Stay turned for more information and I hope this AU still has you intrigued in someway lol

Have a wonderful day!

(EXTRA NOTE): If you wanna see the previous post about this AU, here is the link: https://www.tumblr.com/infernoblazeart/724117210585595904/dear-god-apparently-i-fell-off-the-face-of-the

[chaos-cauldron]

I know this is an old post but as a trans person (trans guy specifically) I had to give my two cents on this because I've seen this claim three times now.

As much as I appreciate the sentiment of defending Sailor Moon from terfs trying to appropriate her as an icon (eww), I absolutely do not believe Nyanko is a terf or transphobic. I highly doubt that's what Naoko had in mind when she wrote that scene.

The way I view it, Nyanko is simply talking about how she doesn't trust men and it would extend to women who pretend to be men. Let's not forget in the manga the Starlights are 100% women, so this isn't Nyanko being transphobic towards trans men but being suspicious of three women she knows are masquerading as men. But if they were actually trans men, that's quite literally the opposite of being a terf since she'd be including them in her misandry. Trans-Inclusionnary Radical Misandrist (TIRM) actually xD

More seriously, I think that line was just to point out the Three Lights were being deceitful and not truthful with their identity, which was really ironic because Nyanko was being the same as them. If anything, that was Nyanko being a hypocrite, not a transphobe, and also showing she knew the truth about the Three Lights.

On another note, I do understand why people have very uncharitable opinions of Nyanko, mostly because of her actions in the 90s anime. But I feel like she's very misunderstood there and a lot of people forget that she was explicitly brainwashed and corrupted into being that horrible person. We saw once Sailor Moon partially healed her that she used to be a good person, her good healed side actively tried to fight back and resist against the corruption and help the senshi fight Galaxia. Kakyuu herself said Nyanko "used to be a good senshi" and that she was only manipulated by the bracelets. She is a very tragic character who met a tragic fate and didn't deserve it.

Oh, fun fact, the line where she said to not trust the Three Lights is NOT in the Cosmos movie. The rest of the scene plays out exactly the same except for that.

Tin Nyanko, a VILLIAN, is literally a TERF in the manga and people still think Sailor Moon would be one?? How????

omg you're literally right

Tin Nyanko does give off major TERF vibes in the manga and Usagi is just like "????? Okay???"

But yeah, again, Usagi is literally known as "the Senshi who embraces all" and that includes trans people. She is not a TERF icon!

[solomons-poison]

Hi Tarren! I read (and read and read and re-) your Geto Suguru + 'Sharing a kiss on new year's eve' and my oh my did it set off sparks (only good ones I promise 😉). It was a complete suprise but all the more welcomed after shedding tears from that fic which I shall not name again 😅 Now let me paint a picture for you.

12 days ago at an indeterminate time, I was listening to an old podcast that was discussing kissing at new years. I then retired for the night and began to dream. I do not remember all of the details but it was a sad dream about me struggling to make irl friends and I woke up with tears in my eyes. Wanting to take my mind off it, I decided to check my Tumblr and was met with this fic of yours 🙂

I immediately related to the reader from the get-go when they were nervous about spending time with their crush as well as worried about joining in a group that already have an established dynamic with each other. When you included the group sharing stories about encounters with weird curses, my mind went straight to that one curse suguru had that liked to kiss a lot 😂 Seeing how nothing was extremely damaged and nobody seemed to have sore feelings, I am going to assume they were not playing Mario kart 🤣 I can't think of a horror movie that would make me laugh at the monsters or the terrible sequel so I ask, what did you have in mind when writing that line? 😮

The brief cooking disaster brought me back to when my mom had something on fire on the stove (we both panicked but she was able to smother the fire) and when my dad had somehow set a part of the kitchen floor on fire (did not even realise until minutes after sitting in front of the tv when I see a flicker in the figured glass door in my peripheral vision but luckily it only was on the surface level of the floor so we lived with a kitchen that had different coloured laminated kitchen tiles till we moved out 🤔). What was your brief cooking disaster if I may ask? 😀 The group going outside for a break with sparklers and talking about a temple visit was nice but I cannot help but think satoru would go more buck wild with the fireworks. I think he would love this heart shaped one that spins and lights it behind shoko and suguru while they are focused on their sparklers 😈 (You get a cookie if you recognise the anime reference hahaha XD).

My favourite non dialogue line would have to be 'As the last minute ticked down, he looked over at you, and just that single moment of eye contact got your heart racing'. The anticipation may have been fictional but felt real to me 😊 The kiss was definitely thrilling and short lived (just like the fireworks *drum sound* ba dum tss~). Finally, I have one more question to ask before I end this feedback ask. ...What was shoko's drink choice? Okay, Talk to you later ^///^!

Haha well I had to make it up to you after making something that sad, I'm glad it was to your liking!!! And ooh sounds like this was good timing then! Definitely the three of them, Gojo and Geto and Shoko, are such an iconic trio, so I could imagine sticking a fourth person in there would be strange. But I also see Gojo and Shoko as being happy for any kind of company, the more the merrier!

Honestly they could be playing all sorts of video games. I doubt any of them had a Nintendo DS 😂 but New Super Mario Bros came out in 2006, which is when Hidden Inventory takes place! So if you want to imagine that, they could be playing that! However I do see them playing older classics too, like Pac-Man, Space Invaders, Dig Dug. Can you imagine them sharing an old Atari platform? 🤭 or maybe one of them even has a Game Boy Advance!

As for bad horror movies, I could see them watching the classics, too, particularly Shoko. After dealing with curses in real life, I feel like most movie monsters wouldn't bother them, especially older stuff with really obvious costumes and effects. But I can imagine them even watching stuff like The Ring and then trying to scare one of the others while it's playing

And oh my goodness! Honestly I wouldn't put it past the trio to accidentally cause a cooking fire. It could be anything, such as burning the food, realizing too late that they don't have enough/the right cooking utensils, don't have enough bowls, etc. So they have to use something definitely not intended for cooking

Ooh that sounds really familiar but I'm not sure on the anime :o whats the name? And haha maybe if he wasn't on school grounds, Gojo might go a little crazy with fireworks. But I'm not sure on Japan's laws on firework use, especially by regular citizens, so I wanted to be a little tame lol. And haha I wanted that little moment of tension. The last seconds of the year counting down, eye contact with your crush, and just that one little action changing everything~

I was going to say sake since she's a drinker and it's a holiday 😂 but we'll just go with some unsweetened chilled green tea, since she's not into sweets :3

[slashingdisneypasta]

Disney and Pixar Villains x Reader || Smexcerpts

I kinda forgot it was Easter weekend despite bring at my Grandma's place for the holiday 🤦‍♀️ And I was writing this when I got home so Decided it would be a (Belated, in some places) wierd Easter present to you guys.

🥚🍫🥚🍫 Happy Easter! ? XD 🍫🥚🍫🥚

Plots / Includes:

Human!Chick Hicks- &, well, sex in a car. // Shameless groupie fucking and age difference. |450+ Words|

Hades- & his body heat. // Cockwarming and soft space-sharing post-sex. |460+ Words|

Jafar- & your self disgust. // Affair's and fingering. Lets see how many 'obscene' synonyms I can use in this one. |810+ Words|

Ursula- & her first time working with human holes. // Safe experimentation, tentacles, and public space (The beach of course). |680+ Words|

Warnings: Most of the warnings are on the Plot section. All the 🔞smuttiness🔞. All of it.

Chick Hicks:

You don't know what it is, about Chick- on TV, and actually in real life as well, he's repulsive. He really is. You actually came to the race in order to try and fuck Lightning... but then you met Chick, and it was all too easy, and the next thing you knew- you were crammed in the iconic green car, uncomfortable, and getting fucked unexpectedly well by the narcissistic old man, instead?

Let it be said though, that you are not the type of slut to act high and mighty, about who you fuck. And so you're quite prideful about this. Chick is an ass and disgusting, but this whole situation? Having a famous old jackass thrusting and groping you so selfishly, hidden away in just a car (Not a room, not even a stall) totally willingly and knowing you'll forever see him on TV and feel an odd combination of shame and desire burn inside you after this?

That's hot.

So you let yourself get lost in it, not holding back your moans at all and kind of hoping you get caught- that a picture of you a sweaty mess in this car with Chick's fat and hairy cock buried half inside you (With the raunchy bits blurred out, of course) ends up on Page Six. You even reach up with your hands, and pull him down by his racer's uniform to lick a stripe up his neck; Shameless.

The sound of irregularly paced slapping, your embarrassingly real whines and worst of all his terrible dirty talk fill the car and its absolutely obscene, but its perfect. Exactly what you want from him.

"You like that, don't you? Hah- such a little slut, waiting in line for a taste of famous dick. You came all this way for me, didn't you? Ha, ha. Glad to make your dreams come true, baby." He teases, probably badly but you're too close to your high to really notice.

"Oh fuck," He grunts; Your tight, young hole sucking and milking everything he has from him as he thrusts in and out with more stamina then you had previously expected.

You have to remember to give him more credit, from now on.

"Harder!" You plead, loud enough for anyone walking by the car to hear. They would know what's happening without even peering into those dark windows. "Harder, harder! Please- "

"I'm working on it, baby, hold on- " You bite down on his shoulder as he starts shoving himself in even harder, one of your hands slipping into his hair and tugging.

And ohhhhhh, fuck. Does he enjoy that, shuddering out a sigh and fuck under his breath. Who knew Chick Hick's had a pain kink?

Well, you think, a satisfied smirk slipping across your lips as your eyes fall closed, now you do-

Hades:

Everything about Hades ran hot, it was just him. His temperament, for sure, but also his skin (From the top of his head and and the tips of 10 long, spindly fingers right down to his cock- and it got even hotter when aroused), the divine blood racing through his veins... and his thick cum, too.

You loved to just sit with Hades like this; Set in his lap, like a pretty little prize bestowed upon the God, after getting fucked silly. His searing cock still wedged in your meat and forcing your nerves to stand on end for minutes after you finished.

And his seed warm comforting dripping out around him because you're just- entirely too full.

You stretch your body up to brush kisses over his shoulders, smiling when you realise how boiling his skin still is, even minutes after he finished, and glance up to his face to see how he's doing.

His hair is still flushing orange every now and then, embers flying red into the air above you before dissipating. In fact- you come to realise, watching him, that Hades fire is crackling. Like a campfire.

Giggling softly, you look down again but reach up with your arms, entangling them comfortably around his strong neck; Careful not to get burned though. A gentle mewl escapes you at the stretch, feeling pleasantly dozy and well-satisfied.

You could take a nap right here, actually, the feeling of his warmer then natural cock nestled inside you acting like a hot water bottle...

"Uh uh uh... " An ironically icy looking finger touches suddenly to the soft skin under your chin, guiding you to gaze back up at him and that smirk. A familiar, dangerous tone in his voice captures your full attentions back, far too easily. "Did I say we were done? ... No, I don't think I did." His thumb and forefinger hold your chin in place, arching your neck back to look down at you, or your mouth. "Trust me, you're gonna wanna be awake for this."

"Mhmmm," A lazy grin spreads across your face in anticipation, the soft skin of your arm gliding across his shoulder as you lean closer to his face; A little, mischievous glint in your eye as you tilt your head to the side. "But you do all the work, because you're making me sleepy~ "

He grins back, a warm and prideful tone to it as he looks fondly at you. "No problem doll... " His hands, almost hot enough to brand you if he needed to - which you both know he doesn't, - fall down to your thighs, spread wide across his ample lap causing you to let out a little whimper, and he grips them like they're his- before his lips appear by your ear, and under his breath Hades whispers; "Lets see if we can fuck sense back into you for once, huh mortal?"

A shudder escapes you involuntarily just before his toasty lips connect to yours once again and a hot tongue re-enters and warms your mouth.

Jafar:

Why you let him treat you like this, you have no clue. Its pathetic- You're stronger then this. Better then this.

"Oh... And what might you be doing in here, Y/N... ?" Jafar asks, shifting swiftly from surprised to indecently pleased as easily as a chameleon switches patturns- almost without even thinking about it. Because being fake is as natural as breathing, for Jafar. His eyes slip from you on his bed to the perimeter of his private chambers. "In my room... "

But you hand yourself over entirely- you do things that are ridiculously obscene, for him. With him. And why...?

"Close the door." You demand, almost hissing. You don't want anyone to know you're here, to know what you're doing with him of all people- And he's just standing in the open doorway like he's not too bothered either way. Its infuriating and terrifying at the same time, and he just looks amusedly to you for a moment despite the urgency in your tone, thinking how cute your- demanding things of him, - and you get the picture and give in, hesitently. "Please."

"As you wish, my dear... "

And the door latches closed behind him. Your heart thumps so loudly inside your chest that you can hear it in your ears as his cat-like gaze flickers over your body in its entirety- stopping not-at-all subtly over things he certainly shouldn't gawk at so openly.

Shameless, you think, as his tall figure towers over you.

You have no logical rational to offer for it. He's not particularly smooth, he isn't insanely sexy, and he certainly has no redeemable features that you've discovered as of so far.

"Now my dear... I can determine myself why you would turn up here so desperately... But I'll take it from here~ " He sets his staff down carefully against the wall before turning his poisonous gaze back on you, a smirk slipping across his disgusting mouth. "Why are you still clothed?"

You gape. "What kind of question- "

"Unless you desire only the flavour of my snake tonight, which I assure you I would be perfectly happy to provide to you, I suggest you get to your feet and bare yourself for me. Now."

You have nothing except how your heartbeat picks up in speed when his eyes zero in on you when he knows you want him to do things to you, and how the foul way he talks to you can make you deliciously slick in point 7 seconds.

You're throbbing already at the degrading way he talks to you, how what he says makes you want to report him but the way he says it keeps you there.

So you stand.

First goes your lower clothing, hooking your thumbs between your skin and the waist band and peeling it down to the ground before stepping out. You cant help glancing at Jafar before even picking at your upper clothing, and your heart drops at the sight of his vile gaze consuming your genitalia like he's a starving man- even when you just fucked eachother this time yesterday.

Taking a deep breath, you do away with the last bit of your outfit, and he takes his time from then on. He doesn't even touch you for a few minutes, just letting you stand there feeling stupid and cold and absurdly wet. Your face is stony but every other biological response screams for him to do things to you. Please. Hurry up already.

Whatever he wants.

He's a pig, who genuinely believes that women should be silent, that their mouths are for nothing but assurances and a mans pleasure. A narcissist, who thinks he's above everyone else- including the Sultan, and you. And he's cruel. The disgusting man really has no seemingly rectifiable features.

And yet-

When his hands finally get to you, theirs no foreplay. Jafar goes straight to last base, long fingers slipping up easily into your soaking whole and rubbing in there, exploring in there- and you let out a needy moan, hands grasping for purchase at the fabric encasing his sides.

His other hand glides too-gently, creepily, snake-like in fact... down your side. From your back, to down your ribs, to your hip where he teases like he's going to stop and touch around the back, before continuing down your leg and drumming his fingers against your skin as low as he can go without adjusting his height.

Your eyes slip up to his, hatred and disgust glazed over by want, and a nasty grin spreads across his face. "Up, my dear." He says gently, like there is anything between the two of you apart from carnal desire.

You obey, lifting your leg so he can hook it over his hip and spread your hole open wider for his greedy taking- digging in deeper with his fingers - one, two, three, - , before leaning down and smothering your lips with his in a kiss that's full of far too much tongue, and far too much intimacy.

The fact that its unbelievably sexy, just makes you hate yourself.

-You cant help needing him.

Ursula:

"You know, darling... " The sea witch starts, her gaze affectionately on your bare, lower privates as she floats closer to the rocky edge of land, where you sit with your legs spread for her. "I've never done this with a human, before... " She trails off chuckling, as if its such a weird idea that she's even surprised she's doing it. A thick finger finds your entrance and gives a shallow, experimental thrust, and she bites her painted bottom lip excitedly when its wet and curiously squishy, and you buck up into her touch. "Doesn't that make you feel special?"

"Uh-Uh... " Sure. "But do you know what to do?" You're already totally turned on, but you're more then happy to give her a helping hand if she doesn't know what to do with... this, kind of, genitalia. It'd be hot.

Her finger goes in again, rubbing up and down before emerging a second time, causing you to curse and throw your head back. Maybe she's already got it figured out, actually. "Oh," Her voice goes darker and huskier, undeniably aroused by all this, herself. "I think I can work it out. You just lay back and look pretty."

"O-okay... " Oh god, you cant help but think as you do as she says, looking up at the evening sky. Ursula is going to wreck you.

And you are so going to let her.

As you focus on the clouds moving ever-so-slowly above you both, the sunset's pinks and oranges lighting them up, Ursula all but devours the oddly sexy thing in front of her, with her beedy eyes. Its like nothing she's ever brought to orgasm before, and surely other mercreatures would consider her a freak for wanting to put her mouth on it, but really- who cares what they think? More of you for her~

To start off, she decides to continue doing what seemed to pleasure you already; Pushing her finger inside the slick whole and stroking the walls inside, setting a sensual pace that seems to get her pet's delicate thighs shaking, in no time. And oh god, does she like that.

"Hmmm," Ursula hums, wondering as she touches you. How would you react to something... bigger...

Before you realise what's happening, something wet and slimy wanders into you, a fatter, squishier appendage stuffing itself gently into you and a wanton moan escapes you at the full, plush feeling; Hips raising to get more of it. "Ahhhhh~ " More more more-

You recognise that its a tentacle and you're basically now a hentai model, but what do you care- its unbelievably hot, and it fills you way better then any measly dick could. Ursula is going to yank an orgasm from you in no time and you cant wait.

Ursula chuckles, watching her tentacle disappear into that curious, tight little hole and getting mesmerised by it. She loves how your hips desperately roll, wanting more and more and more, wanting the tip deep inside you- and she gives it to you. Pushing deep inside, until she finds a block.

Then she pulls out, before thrusting her entirety right back into you at top speed, making you see white for a fucking second. "Oh my god!- "

They are just the perfect little toy, Ursula thinks, chewing on her bottom lip at the obscene sight of her tentacle shoving into the tiny, unfamiliar space.

When you come you come hard, oozing cum around the appendage and letting it slip onto the rocks beneath you- especially when Ursula takes herself out of you again. She watches the creamy fluid drop out of you, glancing at the rest of your body to see an adorable look of peace washing over you, before a mischievous smirk slips across her lips.

"I wonder if you taste as spectacular as you felt, darling?"

You're just trying to breath, coming down from your high, so you're slow on the uptake but get the picture when something humid comes down on you.

Ursula takes you entirely in her mouth, not caring to take it slow on herself, and gets a good taste of you for the first time.

And certainly not the last.

[kimmyyang]

210503 My favorite moments & translations of the SHL concert including the warming up livestream

1. Zhao Jing calling fans adopted sons and daughters during the livestream and revealing that there will be a game where they hug each other, telling fans to look forward to it (he knows what we want to see haha).

2. Gong Jun arrived at the livestream first, but he still waited for Zhang Zhehan and told Zhang Zhehan to introduce himself first.

3. Zhang Zhehan saying he will talk less as he needs to take care of his throat for the actual concert, so Gong Jun talked mostly in the livestream (translation is here).

4. In the beginning of the concert, ZZH introduced himself: "I'm your Ah Xu." (T ^ T)

5. The MCs asked the casts to write down their top 1 iconic scene, some of them picked the scene where Gao Chong died. GJ & ZZH were having a discussion and the MCs were like "why do these two have to discuss their top 1 scene?" (yeah, you just need to write your own fave scene, it's not pair work LMAO) ZZH picked "you're not worthy" scene where they had to fight against Ye Bai Yi, and GJ picked the sun basking scene where they called each other 'Lao Wen', 'Ah Xu' 3 times. ZZH said: thanks to Gao dage's iconic scene, they got to rest haha.

6. Gao Chong, Zhao Jing & Shen Sheng sitting behind GJ & ZZH wrote "Lao Wen ♡ Lao Zhou" on their whiteboards, they were laughing so much while holding it up.

7. When they played the sun basking scene, the MCs asked GJ "you were pretty focused when watching the scene." GJ replied, "it reminded me of the time when we were filming, it felt so warm just like now, I'm being surrounded with love."

8. MCs said that ZZH added the part where calling Lao Wen's name 3 times. ZZH said: "yes I even asked GJ to call Ah Xu 3 times, I like the number 3 and calling the names 3 times shows 3 different emotions". When MCs asked them to reenact the scene, I heard CWN saying he wants to see it. (I hope I didn't mishear it lol and the MCs were smiling so much while watching them)

9. After ZZH finished singing Gu Meng (T ^ T), the fans were all screaming 'lao po'. XDDD

10. At the beginning of the game segment, when the rules came up on the screen. Fans were screaming loudly and ZZH said: "did you guys even read/ understand it to be screaming like that?" And one of the MCs said: "shouldn't that be Ye Bai Yi's job to diss people?" (The MCs definitely did a lot of prep before the concert haha XD and that is the hugging game Zhao Jing talked about in the livestream)

11. GJ & ZZH were laughing hehehehe when they found out they got the same number.

12. The MCs had to say a number, they have to find enough people to make that number. At one point Ye Bai Yi was with 3 actresses, and ZZH said: "Ye Bai Yi you're a guy and you're hugging 3 girls??? I didn't expect you to be like this." (AHAHAHAHA)

13. I missed out on what happened with CWN & GX, but it seems that they wanted to get eliminated together. (T ^ T)

14. So at the end, ZZH and Cheng Ling won the game and GJ was like: "the person who won the game will sing until tomorrow's concert." (LOL)

15. GJ said: "I feel like you guys planned it out to make me lose the game." (ZZH called 'Lao Wen' 3 times here ahhhh GJ kinda just gave up lol) "Am I right, didi?" Cheng Ling replied yes. ZZH asked GJ to dance as a punishment but GJ forced ZZH to dance and ZZH was like why do I have to do it when I won the game?? Then ZZH sang and GJ danced to 爱的恰恰 (so cute I cry) GJ couldn't do the dance properly, he explained: "I need to save my energy, I have to sing later."

16. When they were picking the winners for the prizes, GJ said: "it's so unfair to the bottom floor, they haven't won anything." ZZH then jokingly added: "the people on the bottom floor, they're super fast at getting the tickets and they're pretty rich too." (because the tickets are more expensive) GJ jokingly followed: "then let's pick someone from level 3, haha I actually did pick out level 3 (from the bag)."

17. Another game, the MCs asked them to say something fierce to the other team, GJ was facing his teammates and kept saying (I can't remember what he said) really loudly. And ZZH was like did you not understand (the instructions) why are you shouting at your teammates? (AHAHAHAHAHA come on I don't think he would say anything fierce to his lao po XD)

18. I can't remember what happened but Ye Bai Yi shouted: "卧槽 (fuck)" during the game segment. (really loudly!!! and I haven't heard any Chinese actors/ celebrities say that in public lmao)

19. GJ couldn't find all the nails on ZZH and asked: "where did you guys hide it?" Ye Bai Yi lifts up ZZH's clothes and said: "here". GJ said:" I can't reach there, they won't be able to broadcast it." (asdfghjklfuuuuu)

20. When they reenacted the "you're not worthy" scene and still bickering like 3-year-olds XDDD

21. When Cao Wei Ning & Ah Xiang were singing Yuan Mie, Ah Xiang got so emotional she cried and messed up, so Cao Wei Ning sang her lines and held her hand really tightly. (I CRIEDDDD)

22. Afterwards, ZZH & GJ walked out with Cheng Ling (then everyone came out too). GJ forgot to bring the red bracelets and ZZH was like "where are the red bracelets? Lao Wen did you give it to someone else?" (AHAHAHAHA)

23. When they had to put the red bracelets on each other's wrists, CWN's hands were shaking so much, you can literally feel how nervous he is through the screen. (sobs) CWN called Ah Xiang "Cao furen (my wife)" and GX called Cao dage "my husband". (T ^ T)

24. When Xi Sang Gui came into the centre, she said: "Ah Xing (WKX) when will it be your wedding?" GJ just smiled and side-eyed ZZH. XDD

25. GJ said that SHL means a lot to him, it's a special, irreplaceable drama to him. I think he also thanked ZZH. ZZH said: "thank you shanrens who're here and watching in front of the screen for giving us the chance to dream and made our dream come true. (no, thank YOU for bringing Ah Xu into our lives T ^ T)

26. Picking winners again and CWN was trying so hard to find the bottom/ centre area card. (so cute)

27. ZZH & GJ singing Tian Wen, ZZH got confused at the start and GJ helped him to get back into the right key, they both laughed and it was just so cuteeeee. And GJ said: "everyone together" which made ZZH laugh cuz you don't usually say that during a slow song lmao.

28. Liu Qianqiao presented 嗑 upside down which is phonetically “嗑到了/ kdl” and it means my ship (cp) is sailing.

Day 2

[zepskies]

Me seeing your gif choice:

His eyes might’ve been on the pool game, but he was playing chess in his mind.

What a line. Like, holy shit.

Ooh thank you, lovely! Daniel's a player. He's seeing all the moves in his mind.

That exchange was ominous as hell, and also intriguing...

🤐 All I can say is, you'll see next Friday. lol

Eileen! So happy to have her in this chapter. I loved that she and the reader were bonding. ("So too old" was hilarious, by the way.) And Eileen and Dean's relationship is super-sweet. Her offering him a cookie, and him signing "thank you" in response? Staaaahp. <3

Thank you so much for calling the moments with Eileen (and her little moment with Dean), because I really enjoyed including more of her in this chapter. 💕

Hot biscuits, he put on a leather jacket. Okay...

Everything about her new car felt so right. Her being incredibly grateful, but also refusing to accept it without partially paying Dean back. Dean's dedication to the project and his glee--his "dancing" eyes!!--while presenting it to her. Bobby being a big, ol' softie and making sure Dean got a good deal, along with all the parts he needed. [Chef's kiss]

Aww I'm so glad you enjoyed that scene as well. 🥹 Dean's been doing a lot for her, and she's so independent, I thought it was only right that she try to pay for at least half of it.

I was so glad she got to hear everyone praise her cooking/baking skills at Christmas dinner. She deserved that. It was a nice little nudge for a brighter future for her. <3 I liked that Dean, once again, gently, but pointedly commented about her opening a place of her own. And Sam jumping in to help her with a loan warmed me.

Yesss I'm happy you liked this tidbit; I'm leading to something with that, believe me. 💗

John seeing that she is good for his son was such an important inclusion. And being the "anchor tethering [Dean] to dry land"? What an honor that'd, honestly. <3

I really liked getting into John's head a little bit in that moment. I think he needed to be humanized a bit lol, but also for us to see how he sees his sons, and how he sees the women in their lives. 💕

↪️Especially important after he sees how the reader holds her ground against him.

Her having a Plan™ for Dean. Hoooo, boy.

...you were also a caring person, who tried to take care of him. Dean hadn’t really had that…from anyone before.

The mix of comfort and pain here--it really was Christmas for me. xD&lt;3

This was the chapter where I realized I had created a reader who actually shared a lot of similar character traits with Dean: stubborn, loyal, caretaking, independent to the point of character flaw at times, etc. 😂 And yet those are traits that they still appreciate in each other.

You encouraged him to lie on his stomach in the middle of the bed, so you could start on his back. Your hands glided down planes of muscle and smooth slopes while you straddled his thighs.

jesus christ

Lmfaoo writing the massage scene was fun for me. 😏

“I love you, you know?” you said. He smiled. “I’ve got some idea, yeah.”

Okay. All right. This is some of the best romantic shit (complimentary) I have ever heard. Like, a rom-com could never. Elite.

UGHHHH you don't know how much that warms me, God. 🥰🥰 When it comes to romance, I try very hard not to create "Hallmark" cheesy moments or cliches, but something that might stick in your mind, like the truly classic rom-coms often do. They leave you with a line that becomes iconic.

A la:

You've Got Mail: "I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly."

He's Just Not That Into You: "You are my exception."

As Good As It Gets: "You make me want to be a better man."

Bridgett Jones's Diary: "I like you very much, just as you are."

Love Actually: "To me, you are perfect."

And while I am not as domestic as these two's future is looking, their discussion was adorable. <3

Haha I was going canon season 3-6 Dean-esque on this one. He wanted a family so damn bad, and I'll never forgive the show writers for not giving that to him. 🥲

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me, as always, hun!! I so appreciate you. 💕

Smoke Eater - Part 15

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

AN: Thank you as always for the lovely responses on the previous chapter! It was a long one, so thank you for sticking through with me. We're about to lighten up a little with some Christmas spirit! ❄️🎁

**Also, if you're a fan of The Boys (and Soldier Boy), there's an awesome book you can check out, called Supes Ain’t Always Heroes: Inside the Complex Characters and Twisted Psychology of The Boys.

If you want to learn more about the book (including cast interviews and a character study on Soldier Boy), I wrote a review about it here!

Otherwise, on to some more firefighter!Dean!

🔥Series Masterlist

Word Count: 5,800 Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, fluff, tinge of angst, hurt/comfort, lots of feels.

Part 15: “The Good Part”

“How many damn arrests does that make?” Daniel asked. He gripped his pool cue with both hands while he leaned on it.

His son stood at the other end of the pool table, lining up his shot. He paused to think.

“Six,” Nick replied. His cue released, and it knocked two of his balls into the pocket.

“Six,” Daniel repeated, while Nick came his way to find an angle for his next turn.

Daniel shook his head. His lips were angrily pursed. His eyes might’ve been on the pool game, but he was playing chess in his mind. He had underestimated John Winchester’s for far too long, it seemed.

The man was stubborn as all hell. And he’d been busy lately, getting “Azazel’s” men busted for all manners of bullshit.

“Alastair’s mole says Winchester’s been calling in favors from his old friends in Narcotics, trying to bust our small fries,” Nick reported. “Getting them on everything from petty theft to drug possession, with intent to sell. But it’s nothing we can’t pull ‘em out of.”

“Time, money, added risk,” Daniel cited on his fingers all the reasons why John Winchester was a pain in his ass. “It’s only a matter of time before they get a warrant to rip apart Savage & Co., sweep the whole damn building. For forensic evidence, our files, all the jazz.”

Daniel’s fingers drummed thoughtfully against his chin. “A damn cop thinks he’s being cute.”

Nick missed his second turn. His hand fell against his thigh in annoyance, but he looked up.

“Dad, it’s your move.”

Daniel rubbed at his chin. His eyes were no longer seeing the board in front of him. Eventually, they slid up and met his son’s gaze.

“We’re going to start from the beginning,” he said.

Nick’s face gave away his confusion. “What? What do you mean?”

Daniel just smiled.

It was Christmas Day, and John was late. Sam and Dean were used to that drill, so they weren’t expecting him until dinnertime.

Meanwhile, it gave you a chance to find your footing as you got to know Eileen. She had helped you bake the pies that were now cooling on the counter (pumpkin and berry crumble), and a few of the side dishes for dinner. Sam had covered cleaning up the rest of the house, while Dean tackled his favorites: the ham and the mac and cheese.

Now the guys were in the living room watching football while you and Eileen were still in the kitchen, decorating some gingerbread cookies you two had made. She enjoyed it; doing holiday crafts with her students had been bringing out her artistic side, she told you. You were happy for the help and the conversation.

You later tried to cover up your snort of laughter as she finished telling you the story of how Dean once dared Sam to wear women’s underwear for a whole week.

If he managed it, Dean had promised to do all the household chores for three months. If Sam couldn’t make it the whole week, then he would face the consequences: Dean would tell their dad about the bet.

“How old were they?” you asked.

Eileen scoffed. “Sam was a senior in college.”

You burst out laughing again. “So too old, is the answer… Did he win?”

Eileen gave you a mischievous smile.

“He did,” Dean said, as he appeared in the kitchen doorway with a familiar smirk. “I’ve got photographic evidence. It was a cheetah print thong, in case you were wondering.”

Your eyes widened on a laugh. “Oh my God.”

Cheetahlicious, you couldn’t help joking in your mind. Even if you’d rather not think of Sam wearing a pair of Victoria Secret’s best.  

Eileen giggled with you. Dean’s amusement gave way to curiosity as he eyed the little gingerbread men you two were icing. You warned him off with your eyes, but it took Eileen batting his hand when he tried to steal a cookie.

“Hey! Wait ‘til after dinner,” she said.

Dean pouted. “Come on, don’t be stingy.”

Rolling her eyes, Eileen sighed.

“You’re like one of my kids,” she said, while signing with her hands. But she caved and handed him a cookie. “Here. To tide you over.”

Dean smiled and signed back to her in ASL, Thank you.

“That’s why you’re my favorite,” he said. He leaned down to kiss her cheek in a brotherly gesture.

He shot you a wink before taking a bite of his prize. You shook your head at him, even though you were smiling. He came around to your side of the table. His hand rested on your back and he bent down towards your ear.  

“I actually came over for you,” he said. “Got a minute?”

Your brows rose, but you turned to Eileen in askance. “I’ll be right back. Is that okay?”

She nodded and made an “OK” gesture. “Of course.”

You smiled and let Dean lead you out of your chair, and even out of the apartment. He made sure you both grabbed your coats by the front door.

“Where are we going?” you asked. While you put on your coat over your sweater and jeans, you didn’t notice him grabbing two sets of keys.

“Just downstairs. No big deal,” he said, hefting on his own leather jacket.

You eyed him with some suspicion, but you walked with him down to the elevators and let him keep you close to his side. He smelled like the cologne you bought him for Christmas, and he was already wearing the new watch as well.

You’d struggled to find him the right gift. Nothing felt quite enough after everything he’d done for you the last few months. He’d assured you that he was grateful for both gifts, and had even tried to say the watch looked too expensive. (You’d shut him up with a kiss.)

Now, you had to wonder what he was up to as he led you into the parking lot, but not toward Baby. Instead, you two stopped in front of a shiny silver Chevy parked in a guest spot.

“Dean, what’d you do?” you asked, both excited and worried. He shot you a grin and dangled the keys in front of you.

“You like her?” he asked. His eyes were dancing. “You could keep her, if you ask nicely.”

Your face slackened. You looked between him and the sleek looking car.

“What?” You covered your mouth with both hands. Even after a few moments, your brain was still having a hard time computing. “No…what? Oh my God!”

You grabbed onto his jacket, just in case your legs failed you. Dean laughed and gathered you up in his arms. By the time you peeled your eyes away from the silver beauty to look up at your boyfriend, there were tears already swimming in your eyes.

“Dean, this is really too much. Where’d you find—”

“Bobby had it sitting in his garage for years,” he explained. His hand came up to brush your cheek, and the tears there. “I cleaned her up, dropped in a new engine, safe-proofed with new tires, new airbags, the works. Got her purring like a kitten.”

Your eyes grew a little wider with every admission. Then you softened, gripping the edges of his jacket while you bit your lip to keep it from wobbling.

“How much did he sell it to you for?” you asked. Dean dropped his head back with a sigh.

“Don’t you wanna take a test ride before we start hagglin’?”

You lightly smacked his chest. “Hey. How much?”

He let out another heavy sigh, but you eventually got it out of him. While the price wasn’t as bad as you might’ve expected, you still shook your head.

“I still have a decent chunk of insurance money left. I’m giving you at least half,” you said.

Dean shook his head. “This is my gift to you.”

Your lips pursed, despite the smile that wanted to peek through.

“Nice try,” you said wryly. “You already got me perfume.”

“That was just the decoy.” He grinned, and held you a bit tighter against him. He nodded towards the car. “She’s the main event.”

You wanted to sigh, but this conversation wasn’t over. You were definitely not letting him buy you a whole new…old car. You turned to look at it again.

“What model is this?” you asked.

“2002 Camaro Z28,” Dean rattled off. It sounded impressive, but you didn’t know much about cars.

He let go of you so you could get a closer look. Your hand passed over the hood, but didn’t touch, as if you were afraid of staining the paint with your fingerprints. He had to admit, he’d waxed it up good and managed to get rid of a lot of superficial nicks and scratches.

What he said was true though; Bobby had given him a frankly ridiculous deal. Because when Dean had told him what you’d been through after the car accident, dealing with your grandfather’s passing, and now your ever-mounting expenses, Bobby hadn’t let him walk away from Singer Salvage with anything else but this car. He’d even helped Dean get the new parts he needed to fix it up.

“Is it automatic or manual?” you asked, trying to peer through the driver’s window. “I haven’t driven stick in a hell of a long time.”

Dean came up from behind you and his warm hand found your hip. You let him draw you back into his arms, leaning against his chest.

His lips were close to your ear when he said, “I think you’re damn good at driving stick.”

It took you a second, but the heavily laden innuendo in his deep voice was hard to miss. You uttered a laugh and swatted his arm.

“You’re ridiculous,” you said. You were still smiling when you turned and twined your arms around his neck. Then you leaned up for a kiss—one that kept getting deeper with the full force of your gratefulness, and your love for this man.

“It’s an automatic,” he answered, between kisses. You giggled against his lips.

You barely felt the chill on the air. Your heart was beating fast, even when you pulled away from him. Your eyes slowly opened and met his. He smiled down at you and curled an errant strand of hair behind your ear. As usual, you had most of it clipped up.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” he said. His voice was quiet, but steady.

You let out a shaky breath. Emotion was clogging your throat, making your tears burn anew.

“This is a bit more than a Christmas present,” you said. He gave a more self-deprecating smile.

“Well, it’s also kind of an apology,” he said. “For getting you mixed up in my ‘family business.’”

He still felt guilt beyond belief for putting you in danger. For your life being threatened. For being the reason you couldn’t go home.

You just shook your head. Your hand raised to press against his cheek. Your thumb drew tenderly along his chin.

“I thought you said you were part of my family now?” you said. “We’ll figure this out together, like everything else.”

Dean’s eventual smile lightened you, and his kiss warmed you down to your toes. 

“If you want, let’s go for a ride after dinner,” he said.

It was your turn to smirk. Your hands migrated under his jacket and teased at his belt.

“Well, I’m certainly down for a ride,” you said.

Dean laughed and squeezed your hips. “All right. I’m puttin’ you on my naughty list.”

When John finally arrived, the brothers welcomed him in first with big man hugs and good-natured ribbing for him being so damn late.

In Sam’s words, Upholding a Winchester family tradition.

John had taken that with a chuckle. “Smells damn good in here.”

“Yeah, food’s been done for an hour,” Dean prodded at him again. His grin betrayed his teasing, however. His welcoming hand stayed on his dad’s shoulder until they reached the living room, where Sam had set up a longer fold out table and chairs to function as the makeshift dining room, since the table near the kitchen only seated three.

There you were opening a bottle of Jack Daniels. You smiled up at John.

“Figured you were more of a whiskey than wine kind of guy,” you said. You were a bit nervous to see him again, no doubt with flour in your hair and frosting staining your hands. He clasped your shoulder with a hint of a smile.

“You’d be right. Good to see you, darlin’,” he said.

“You too,” you replied. Despite the fact that the first and last time you two had met, it had been in front of your house as the police rifled through your life, looking for more explosives. He graciously didn’t bring that up as he greeted Eileen next.

Once dinner was on the table, there was a lot of catching up between the brothers and their father while you and Eileen continued talking, even through dessert.

“This really is amazing,” she told you, pointing her fork at her slice of berry crumble. “I can see why you went to culinary school.”

You blushed as Sam, Dean, and even John echoed her praise. All three men had generous slices of both pies. 

“Well, thank you. I’m glad you guys enjoy it,” you said, and your smile was genuine.

You loved making good food, but you loved feeding people even more. Whether it was a simple hearty soup or a rich dessert, you liked putting smiles on their faces and giving them a good experience; one they could share with their family and friends. Even better if it was your family.

Or as Dean would say, Your people. 

To you, that was life.

“I’m tellin’ you, if you opened up a bakery you’d make a killing in this town,” Dean said. He nudged your hand with the one that held his fork; it held a precarious piece of pumpkin pie.

You shot him an amused look.

“Don’t you look at me sideways, I’m serious,” he said, laughing a little, but his gaze was steady.

Your cheeks warmed against your will. He believed in your dream, even when you couldn’t quite let yourself.

“Hey, if you ever want to look into applying for a loan, I could help,” Sam said, earning your attention. “I have a friend who works at a bank.”

Your brows raised. “Really?”

He nodded. “Yeah, we were pre-law together back in college, but he figured he was better with numbers.”

You smiled. “Well, it would make it easier knowing I was dealing with your friend.”

“Yeah, his name’s Brady. Let me know if you want me to call him,” he said.

You bit your lip, but you nodded. “Thanks. I’ll let you know.”

Maybe they were right. Maybe you should start to believe in yourself, just a little bit more.

“This was all real delicious,” John said to you, when you came back from bringing the leftovers to the kitchen.

Sam and Dean were already arguing about who was doing the dishes and who was drying them. Meanwhile, Eileen was putting away the food (and probably rolling her eyes).

“Yeah, it was a team effort for sure,” you replied. “Dean’s actually a really good cook.”

John chuckled. “Yeah, well, he didn’t get that from me. I can barely boil a damn egg.”

You smiled to yourself; you could imagine Dean got it from his mother then.

Meanwhile, John was watching you stack the empty plates as he grew more contemplative. He’d always been proud of his sons. They were good men, with strong heads on their shoulders.

He often looked at Sam and saw that he seemed happy. Despite the demands of his job, he was learning to balance that with the life he led with Eileen. As a father, John looked forward to the day when they made a firm foundation, taking the next step towards building a life together.

But Dean had seemed to him, a little unstable. John was still proud of his eldest, but while he’d seen a glimpse of it that day at your house, he saw it even more today. Like his son finally had an anchor, tethering him to dry land.

Even so, he couldn’t help heaving a sigh. And he asked you something he knew he shouldn’t.

“Have you given any more thought to filing a report on Nick Savage?” he asked.

You paused in your plate and cup stacking. You looked up at him with a frown, but you thought about your words before you said something rude.

“Yes, I did,” you replied. “I decided my life and my peace were more important.”

He let out a short sigh. “I understand—”

“I’m sorry, John, but I don’t think you do,” you said. Your words were matter-of-fact, if a tad more sharp than you meant them to be. Your hands were starting to tremble.

You crossed your arms to try and steady yourself, but Dean ended up doing just that, by joining your side and resting a hand at the small of your back. He was frowning, glancing between you and his father.

“Tell me you’re not talking about what I think you are,” Dean said, addressing John in particular. “Not on damn Christmas.”

“Like you said, it’s her decision,” John replied. His gaze once again focused on you.

You let out a breath, mostly of exasperation.

“I’m going to bottom-line it for you. If I report that man, and you can’t guarantee me a job and safety until it’s all over, then I’m not poking the bear,” you said. “I plan to keep my head down until I can find another job. Until then, you can have at him all you want. Just leave me out of it.”

Part of you felt selfish. You knew what John was trying to accomplish, and you knew how personal this fight was for him, and for Sam and Dean for that matter. You just couldn’t shake your gut instincts here. You knew Nick far too well by now, and you didn’t want to underestimate him again.

“I agree,” said Dean. You gave him a grateful look.

John conceded with a nod, but all of you knew he wasn’t satisfied. It became a bitter ending to an otherwise brilliant day after he left for the night.

In your mind, it wasn’t quite over yet though. You had a plan up your sleeve for one Dean Winchester.

Sam and Eileen had their own time together while you and Dean went for a drive in your new car. You’d have to transfer your plate and registration and insurance, so it was technically an “illegal” drive, but it was already late and traffic was scarce.

By the time you pulled back into the parking lot, you were smiling from ear to ear, and Dean was giving you that smug grin that said, Aw yeah, I did good.

You couldn’t even fault him for it, because he did exactly that.

Even when you and Dean were getting ready for bed, it didn’t quite feel real. You were living with your boyfriend of just a few months, you now had a new car, and a crime lord had threatened your life.

You chose to focus on the new car. And on your boyfriend, who sat on the edge of his side of the bed, rubbing his right shoulder through his shirt. You knew it must still be sore, though he likely wouldn’t admit it.

Hence, you were about to enact Phase 1 of your plan…

You hadn’t undressed yet from your jeans and sweater, but you crawled across the bed to come up behind him and drop a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“How’s your slugging arm?” you asked.

Dean quirked a smile at you over his shoulder. “Just fine.”

“Dean,” you said. Your tone was gentle, but warning. No downplaying.

You pressed your lips against the side of his head and soothed your hand along his shoulder and down his arm. Still, he was resistant.

“I’m fine, sweetheart,” he said.

You hummed. “Okay. I guess you don’t need a massage then.”

He paused. His head tilted just so, once again turning to you over his shoulder. You spied the edge of his piqued interest, his grin.

“Well, if you’re offering…”

You withdrew your hand from his arm, but you spoke close to his ear.

“Are you asking?”

He let out a small sigh, despite his lingering smile.

“All right. Will you please give me a lil’ massage?” he asked.

He couldn’t see your triumphant smile, but you happily kissed his cheek.

“I sure can,” you replied. You laid gentle hands on his shoulders, however briefly. “Stay right here. Don’t move, but take off your shirt.”

“All right, Miss Bossy,” he grumbled. You knew he was teasing by the amused look he threw your way.

“I thought you liked that,” you teased back.

You climbed off the bed before he could playfully grab you, and you giggled all the way to the bathroom. There you began Phase 2 of your plan. 

First, you collected a few different bottles from your designated drawer under the sink. Then, you made a quick wardrobe change, after popping back into the bedroom to grab something from your nightstand.

You also connected your phone to the speaker on his nightstand and put some music on a low volume. It was a playlist he’d made and shared with you a while ago, with songs he thought you’d like. The Eagles’ “Take It to the Limit” was definitely on the list.

By the time you returned to Dean, he was indeed shirtless, still in his sweatpants, and checking his watch.  

“I’m here, I’m here,” you said. You climbed across the bed with your small haul—a difficult feat with your hands full, but you managed.

Dean turned to look at the bottles of moisturizer you dropped next to him on the bed. He rose a brow.

“Twilight Woods. Japanese Cherry Blossom. Appletini. Are these my only options?” he asked. His face was half bemused, half reluctant.

You almost burst out laughing. “Which one strikes your fancy?”

He scratched the back of his head. You opened the second bottle first (your personal favorite), so he could smell.

“Not bad actually,” he muttered. You bit your lip so you wouldn’t giggle, but you managed to open the other two for him to get a whiff.

“Eh, the first one I guess,” he said.

Japanese Cherry Blossom. AKA: a classic from Bath & Body Works.

You finally had to laugh. “Just kidding. I’ve got this.”

You held up a jar you’d been hiding behind him. Its logo said: Massage Oil.

“I just wanted to see which girly moisturizer you secretly wanna slather all over yourself,” you said.

Dean shot you a wry look, but only then did he see what you were wearing.

“Oh, hold up,” he uttered.

Your hair was let loose, how you knew he liked, and you’d teased it out a little. You’d had to give away the red lingerie you’d bought, to rid both of you of its lingering memories of your work Christmas party. Instead, you’d found something in a vibrant emerald green: satin and lace.

Dean’s hand reached for your waist, probably to bring you closer. But you playfully slapped his hand.

“Eh-eh! Not yet,” you said to his surprised face. You smiled. “I have a plan for you tonight.”

Slowly, he smirked. His eyes still dipped to take in the rest of you, from your pretty face, to exposed skin and cleavage, to shiny satin that clung to your curves and draped down to mid-thigh. 

“I can see,” he said. His voice was a notch deeper. “Merry Christmas to me.”

Despite your blush and growing smile, you turned him back around by his shoulders.

“Just relax.”

You let your hands drifts up the back of his neck to slide your fingers through his hair. There you began with a slow, gentle massage of his head. You felt him take a deep breath.

You couldn’t see it, but Dean’s eyes had closed at your ministrations. He secretly really liked the feeling of your fingers running through his hair. It made his shoulders loosen; with tension he didn’t know he had releasing from the neck down.

Aside from the rigors of his job, he also had to work out and condition his body to keep up his stamina. He probably didn’t spend as much time as he should on this aspect of things, making sure he wasn’t overtaxing himself.

He appreciated what you were doing though. He knew you cared about him, that you loved him. But he liked like you were also a caring person, who tried to take care of him. Dean hadn’t really had that…from anyone before. Sometimes, it was hard for him to let you.

…Damn, we really got too much in common, he realized.

When you migrated back down his neck, your hands left for a moment to gather up some oil. It was warm against his skin when you started between his shoulders, digging with the heel of your hands.

He groaned deep, surprising even himself.

Behind him, your brows were furrowed. “You’re really knotted up here. When was the last time you had a massage?”

Dean chuckled. “Never.”

You frowned. “Hmm. Okay, we’re definitely doing this more often.”

“No complaints from me,” he said with a grin.

Of course, you gave special attention to his right shoulder. You were gentler there, asking what was tender and what felt good, or too much. By then you had an easier time getting the truth out of Dean. He let you know when the pressure was too much, and you even helped him stretch out that arm until the muscles and joints were warmed up and the pain was gone.

You encouraged him to lie on his stomach in the middle of the bed, so you could start on his back. Your hands glided down planes of muscle and smooth slopes while you straddled his thighs. The only sounds you heard from him were occasional moans and rumbling, pleased sounds. That was also what let you know that he hadn’t fallen asleep.

“Okay, turn over,” you said, smiling when he groaned in protest. “I haven’t even gotten to the good part.”

“What the hell’s the good part then?” he asked. His voice was muffled in the mattress, but when he turned around, flopping onto his back, his eyes once again took in the green satin and seemed to remember what your real intentions were.

“Oh, yeah,” he said. His grin was lazy, now that he was beyond relaxed, but his hands found purchase on your hips. You smiled down at him.

You let the remaining oil on your hands glide up his chest, until you lowered down for a kiss. It was unhurried and sweet.

“I love you, you know?” you said.

Dean swept his fingers through your hair, tucking a few strands behind your ear.

He smiled. “I’ve got some idea, yeah.”

You both laughed, soft and true. Your hand rested against his cheek as you pressed your lips to his, soft and slow at first, but soon gaining in both passion and urgency. You felt his grip on your hips tighten, grinding your center against his growing length.

He groaned. No goddamn panties on. Good.

You kissed your way from his lips to his neck. Your teeth grazed his ear while you rolled your hips into his. It was a tease for both of you, but not for long, as Dean grew impatient enough to slide his sweatpants down, followed by his hands slipping under the satin covering your thighs. They traveled further still, squeezing your breasts and rolling hardened nipples under the pads of his thumbs.

Your breath hitched, and your pleased hum was music to his ears. By now you were bracing yourself against the mattress, but you used his shoulders as leverage to raise yourself up.

You took his hands and encouraged them to bunch up the satin and pull it over your head. Dean sat up with you still in his lap, and once his strong arm wrapped around your waist, it was skin to flushed skin.

You held his face and brought him down to you for another fierce kiss. He held you tightly against him, hands played across your back and tangling in your hair. His arms were a cage you never wanted to escape.

But you did press away from him, just for a moment, so you could reach down between your bodies to take a firm hold of his cock. You guided it to your entrance. There was already a small flood between your legs, and your core ached for him.

There was almost no resistance when you slowly sunk your hips down and down, until he was buried deep inside you.

You both made sounds of pleasure, with labored breaths as Dean’s hand cradled your cheek. He laid open-mouthed kisses to your jaw, teeth grazing down your neck.

You clung to his shoulders and began to move, slow in the way you let almost the full length of his cock escape you, before you slid back down. Dean moaned into your skin, and you let out a shuddering sigh.

You pushed at Dean’s chest until he was lying back, and you continued rolling your hips against his. He helped you create a steady rhythm on top of him, but he was being treated to a feast of the eyes as well as the pleasure rocking through his body. He watched the way you swept your hair back. The way your eyes closed and brows furrowed in concentration as you bit your lip.

But he couldn’t stay still for long; he knew he was close enough to practically taste his end, but you had some miles to go. He gripped your thigh with one hand while the other glided up between them, to further part your folds. His fingers found your clit, circling insistently like it was a button. It had your hips stuttering.

“Oh, God,” you uttered. “Dean—”

He managed to smirk through panting breaths. “Right there, right baby?”

You nodded, unable to speak. You continued to move as steadily as you could, but the feeling of him deep inside combined with his talented fingers playing you like a five-string guitar—it finally made you tighten on him, shuddering deep inside. Tingles broke across your skin, zipping up your spine as you gasped.

Dean helped you with the last few hard thrusts that brought him along with you, and you felt his warmth spilling inside you.

It wasn’t the first time that had happened, since you were on birth control. But after you slid off his lap and practically rolled into his side, him welcoming you with an arm wrapping around your waist, it did make you think, as you caught your breath.

It made you think about the first time you and Dean slept together. It had been the first and last time you’d asked him to wear a condom. The next morning, he’d made a remark that still hung in the back of your mind…

“You like kids, huh?”

The thought still rattled through your mind now, after you and Dean shared a quick shower, ridding you both of the oil clinging to your skin. The thought remained when you slid into bed, under fresh sheets and thick covers, and close to your man. He cupped your cheek and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You closed your eyes at the feeling.

Contrary to what this night had been, the whole “moving in together” thing hadn’t been all that easy. You two had bickered about the way he often left drawers and cabinets open and dirty clothes on the floor.

He had made remarks about your hair products taking up too much space in his drawers. Not to mention how morning routines needed to adjust because Dean liked to shower in the morning, but you needed the mirror not fogged up in order to do your makeup.

Right now, however, you had peace. You felt safe here, and you weren’t alone in a huge house filled with far too many memories.

“Can I ask you something?” you said.

Dean’s lips lingered on your forehead. “Hmm?”

“I know this situation is sort of temporary, me living here,” you said. “So much has happened that we haven’t really talked about…what we both want, down the line.”

He pulled back enough from you to see your face. His face betrayed a thread of confusion.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“I mean like…” you hesitated, but you realized you were probably going to have to be direct. “Are you a marriage and kids kind of guy? Is that even something you’ve thought about?”

Dean met your gaze. It took him a moment, but he let out a short sigh.

“You wanna know what made me want to start dating, for real?” he asked.

You blinked; you hadn’t expected that, but you nodded.

“I started thinking about what would happen if something happened to me on the job,” he said. You frowned, but before you could say anything, he raised a placating hand.

“I thought about what I’d leave behind,” said Dean. He quirked a wry smile. “It’s not much, besides my car.”

You frowned in earnest. Your hand flattened against his bare chest.

“That’s not true,” you said. “You have your brother, your father, and your friends. That’s plenty, Dean.”

He conceded that with a nod. “You’re right. But I just started thinking, maybe I want more. Like uh…like what my parents had, when they were happy. The house, each other, me and Sammy…a family.”

You couldn’t be certain in the near total darkness of the room, with only the moonlight filtering through the blinds and casting a glow behind him, but you thought you saw a shine in his eyes. Your hand crept up from beneath the covers to find his cheek. It was rough with stubble, yet you tenderly swept a thumb back and forth.

“I think that’s beautiful,” you replied.

Dean paused. He then huffed in amusement. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, hoping he could see it. 

“Then uh, is that something you’d be into?” he asked. You were amused by his tentative approach. 

“With you?” You pretended to think. Your fingers slipped into his hair. “Yeah, I think I’m into that.”

He chuckled. “Okay, then. Good to know.”

He grasped your wrist and turned his head to press a kiss into your palm.

And he spoke into the dark. “I love you too, you know.”

Your smile deepened as you rested your head against his arm. You whispered into the small space between your faces.

“Yeah, I’ve got some idea.”

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But the more you thought about what you’d heard, and Nick’s ominous threat about a cop, you found yourself scrolling lower in your contacts. You called John Winchester.

It rang a few times, and all the while you made silent, fervent prayers. Pick up, damn it! You could hear your own heartbeat in your ears.

“Winchester,” he answered.

“John, it’s me,” you whispered. “Azazel’s here. Or, he’s not here, here, but I know who he is. Well, I mean kind of—”

“Okay, wait. Slow down,” he said. “What about Azazel? You know who he is?”

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Anon asked: So, uhh okay so how about a manager hcs that act like Rio Nakamura from Assassination Classroom for Inarizaki, Shiratorizawa, and Aoba Johsai? Like she is known as the cool and gorgeous girl in year 1 class 7 so like she's really smart, witty, and also a great analysist that sometimes she is like the coach. But also so sleazy. She's friendly, energetic, mischievous and a prankster. But also straightforward and serious when she have to like when she's analyzing other teams, making sure that the boys' are healthy and fine, overall she takes her manager responsibilities really seriously.

Oh hey, hahaha. Just an added idea for the Rio Nakamura manager hcs. Please highlight her sleaziness like I think it's funny and interesting how the stoic members of the team like Kita would react ahaha. And how she's not afraid defend them from overbearing fangirls or get physical when theycross the line(I got this idea when I remembered the scene of Rio's pencil nosebleed technique, it's iconic (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵))

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Rio is really so iconic!! I adore her relationship with Karma too ugh, they're just a very very good duo. Bestest babies 10/10.

And yasss of course I can write one of those :D

Genius analytical manager headcanons

Characters: Inarizaki, Shiratorizawa

Warnings: slight mentions of 18+ themes

Inarizaki

I'll just skip to the part of you already being their manager

Atsumu adores you. No surprise there, he think it's so extremely hot when you're trash talking him with your sharp words, it just makes him get all the more fueled up.

I think Atsumu would probably have a degradation kink but nvm

It's also funny because the team finds you in places they never expect to! Like Suna's putting away the volleyballs, you're already in the storage closet. Osamu is hiding from Atsumu under the bleachers, and you're already there.

Your permanent expression is a smirk, which of course, unsettles the team because that usually means you have a prank in store for them.

Wasabi in the macaroons? "Electricity going out"? Suna's underwear going missing? Yep, all you.

Kita would've kicked you off the team a long time ago if you hadn't made up for it with your exceptional analytical talent.

Due to your keen eye and above-average observation skills, you always know how to form a good tactic to help your boys win, no matter what.

If there's even the slightest chink in your opponent's defense, you're explaining how to overcome it to the boys, with absolute conviction and brilliance.

Even Aran and Omimi are impressed, because you always seem to be able to see weaknesses in the most unexpected of places.

You definitely act as a coach and point out what needs to be improved with the team, and adjusting training schedules accordingly.

It's like you're a different person when you get serious, and the team know that you're a big contributor to their success.

But despite all of that, you're also a huge sleaze, and although members like Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, and Aran have gotten accustomed to it, Kita has not.

He literally almost fainted, after you pulled your "I'm injured" prank, with a lot of fake blood and some really good acting.

He's also always lecturing you on your grades.

“y/n-san, you're so smart, why are your grades so bad??”

His expression is literally: -_- when you tell him it was because you were too lazy to study.

But despite all that, they respect and love you for who you are, eventhough you're a little bit sleazy at times. They think it just adds to your charm and makes you all the more lovable.

The boys would definitely appreciate you fending off his thirsty™ fangirls, and giving them a piece of your mind when you find them too overbearing.

You do small things like that for the boys extremely often, because you know it's important to have a good relationship with your team, and also because you genuinely love them as much as they love you.

Shiratorizawa

Okay so, you're chosen to become the manager because of your high order thinking skills and exceptional analytical abilities.

The team are impressed by your qualifications, but when they meet you, you are nothing like what they thought you'd be.

You're confident and sleazy, and almost never serious. The team is like "do we have the right person??"

Until they have an upcoming match and you go full on manager-mode, using your skills to the best and helping them unleash their full potential.

You also brief them about their opponents extremely well and accurately, giving a thorough analysis on their weaknesses and strengths, and areas in which the team needs to work on.

Ever since then, you've gained their full respect, even Ushijima and Shirabu.

Ushijima is always lenient with you, because he knows, deep down, you've got a good head on your shoulders, and everyone else is just so surprised xD

Like omg Ushijima is smiling??

He doesn't understand your pranks but will support you nonetheless.

Semi and Shirabu are constantly the victim to your pranks, and eventhough it does tick them off a little bit, they don't make a big deal because they like seeing you happy.

Tendo is just vibing with you all the time, y'all have the same energy.

And the team has complete faith and trust in you because they know you're serious when you need to be, so it's okay to cut you some slack on certain occasions.

Despite falling victim to your pranks, you're also closest with Semi and Shirabu, and you also do things with them outside of volleyball, forming a deep and precious friendship.

Tho in general, the whole team is just extremely glad you're their manager.

You're called "Shiratorizawa's secret weapon" amongst news reporters and sports magazines, because they understand how big a role you play in their successes.

Other teams are always trying to recruit you, but you always turn them down, being loyal to your Eagle boys.

Dum dum dum go Shiratorizawa!!

I'm so sorry for not including Seijoh! I had actually written one, but I closed the app without saving it and the whole headcanon disappeared, which obviously shattered me beyond belief and I had no motivation to write it again, so I hope that's okay:/

TG: @k-sakusa-old @osamusriceballs

[highladyluck]

Tuon-centric Rec List

As promised! This got long, so I’m putting it under a cut. The categories are Tuon POV one-shots, Tuon-focused one-shots, Tuon-containing one-shots, and Tuon-centric epics.

For my favorite Mat/Tuon romance recs, go here.

One-shots with Tuon POV

Into The Sea - Ersatz

Rating: K+, Length: 1,590

I might be constitutionally unable to start a rec list without an Ersatz fic. This one is gorgeously atmospheric, and by rights it should be AU, but it feels like it fits right in to the existing storyline. Technically Mat/Tuon, but the focus is on Tuon.

What The Oath Rod Does - Johmega

Rating: G, Length: 2,770

An interesting (and plausible) hypothetical, where Fortuona- like Mat before her- learns about consequences. Will likely be continued, but also works on its own as a standalone piece.

Hollow Victories - mabus101

Rating: T+, Length: 1,589

There is a fascinating tension in Fortuona, which this fic acknowledges and resolves in a glorious crescendo. Mind the archive warning, but I wouldn't include it on the list if it wasn't worth it.

One-shots that focus on Tuon

Shadow - Millia

Rating: K+, Length: 1,975

Some little character moments between Tuon and Selucia. This fic gives you access to Selucia's inner world, but as in the books, Tuon's inner world is veiled; her true feelings are something everyone must piece out, by implication and context.

Protect and Serve - alkin

Rating: K+, Length: 7,565

Alkin does a lot of delving into the inner lives of damane (check out their profile for some darker works). This character piece features Charral, one of Tuon's six personal damane. Once again, you see Tuon through the relationship she has with others, rather than directly.

Last Words - Min Daae

Rating: K+, Length: 774

Remember Sheraine Caminelle? Mylen won't. Yet another point of view from one of Tuon's personal damane, this one much bleaker.

Heels - Zorpisuttle

Rating: G, Length: 1,043

I don't care if it's bad form to rec my own stuff, this is a story where Fashion Icon Min teaches Tuon about high heels and it belongs on this list. XD

Nora, Nora - Insomnia_Productions

Rating: G, Length: 3,998

This is a very bittersweet portrait of Fortuona, channeled through a realistic and emotional take on the inevitable "Mat & Tuon's child can channel" plot. The details and writing in this are lovely and heartbreaking.

One-shots with Tuon in them

Disillusion - primeideal

Rating: G, Length: 1,668

Tuon's barely in this, but she has the funniest line in the entire fic, so I had to include this little story.

The Flame of Tar Valon - Aruhu_Baughs

Rating: G, Length: 4,347

I'm desperate for more Tuon vs Egwene content and this is a fascinating (and too-short!) setup of the premise.

bravado - mizzymouse

Rating: M, Length: 3,247

One of the things about Tuon is that she's a character who specializes in both hurt and comfort, and in this story the balance tips in favor of comfort.

Tuon-centric epics

No Fate But What We Make - mabus101

Rating: M, Length: 22,995

The most RJ-esque (and fascinating) post-AMOL story I've ever read, with the main plot being quite Tuon-centric indeed. Absolutely worth reading for the worldbuilding alone, but the plot's very compelling too. Not quite finished, but new chapters are coming.

A New Beginning: A Different Ending to A Memory of Light and the WoT - Shylah AlAshan

Rating: T, Length: 104,298

This is a complete post-AMOL epic about how Mat and Tuon retake Seanchan. I read this years ago and have been working on re-reading it- it's held up so far!