#i actually have no ideas on how they would meet

[beanietopia]

your boyfriend satoru meant the absolute world to you. he was sweet, always spoiled you, and not to mention a huge fucking nerd.

you’ve always found yourself attracted to the introverted types that looked like they have never even spoken to a girl, and that was your man. the first night you met you let him speak to you about his favorite digivolutions for what seemed like two hours. he was a total social pariah, but you found that endearing about him. no one ever understood how satoru was able to bag a fine girl like you, but there was a secret the both of you kept from everyone else.

satoru was obsessed with porn, and he wanted to try everything he learned on you.

it didn’t help that satoru was also a bit of an attention whore at the same time, his twitter account having amassed hundreds of thousands of followers from the content he posted on there. at first he started by just reposting porn he found on the timeline, and before you two became a thing he tweeted the filthiest things he wanted to do to and with his future girlfriend. how lucky he was to have you fall in his lap soon after that! you instilled a confidence in him that he didn’t have before meeting you, and once you learned about his twitter you actually encouraged him to post more. aren’t you such an angel?

sex with satoru was always exciting. he knew how to switch things up in the bedroom, all thanks to his “gooner” fanbase, he likes to call them. he had to practically beg you to start filming whenever you two fucked, and how could you say no when he was whining your name so desperately like that? to satoru, fucking you was like breathing in air—he had to do it or he’d die. you couldn’t even worry about his phone recording the two of you, you were all too focused on the crown of white hair that was now nestled in between your legs.

satoru was obsessed with eating you out. he told you one of his favorite categories of porn to watch was men eating pussy, and he wanted to show you what he learned. this man had your legs folded up to your chest as he devoured you, his tongue lapping up your juices while trying not to lose himself too soon. “taste s’good baby..” he moans, chuckling to himself as you fight to squirm away from his hold. sometimes his glasses would slide down too much and he’d just throw them somewhere, which he always ended up regretting later. “you’re not going anywhere,” he warns once he comes up for air, spitting directly on to your pussy before sucking your clit between his lips. he got so messy with it, too. spreading his saliva all over your inner thighs as he made out with your lips, gently tugging them between his teeth. he could spend the whole day kissing every crevice of your body. well, almost the entire day. he still had to play digimon. 

and there’s nothing more that satoru wants than for you to cum on his tongue. after all the work he put in to make you see stars, why would he let the bedsheets get rewarded for all his hard work? he needs to literally be shoved off your pussy to get him to stop, which gets you met with his pouty lips and petulant stare. 

remember how you forgot that he was recording? right, now he’s showing you the video while already thinking of the caption he’d post along with it to his twitter account. of course you two went viral, being shared and reloaded by hundreds of porn accounts on the site. since then, your pervy boyfriend’s been asking you to record more of your intimate moments. 

you’re no better than him, though. you keep saying yes.

can you BELIEVE it guys 2 posts in one weekend i'm really hitting my stride.. anyways to that one anon who wanted me to make porn!addicted jjk to a series YOU WIN.. until i get another idea to write for .. also should i make a taglist idk how to go about that but anyway i got work soon beanie out xoxo

@gojoscinnamonroll @webism @yemmuis @xxsapphirescrollsxx

[thatoneautisticshark]

Adding further to this, everyone needs to stop jumping to try and say it's for disabled people. I am disabled, a shit tonne of fandom is disabled, because fandom is an escape.

It lets us meet people online, who don't give a shit if we can't speak out loud, who understand if we drop of the earth for a few days because of a flare up, and just want to make sure we are okay.

Fandom is something we can actually participate in, regardless of what issues we may have IRL.

So saying that, oh well, it's for disabled people to be able to write, is frankly offensive. We are just as capable, if not more capable of writing, then abled people (Due to hyper fixating many of us write more)

A tool to help would be a spell check. Text to speech of someone can't type, or if it was an assignment, extra time incase health got in the way.

An accommodation or tool allows us to achieve the same thing as an able bodied person. Generative AI is not writing, it is a Frankenstein of stolen content mashed together to seem original.

"Oh but I can't focus to write" then don't write right now, I've dropped off the face of tumbler for a few days because I couldn't focus to post anything good, rather then give my followers AI slop.

Or push, write anyways and edit later.

You use it for ideas?

There's thousands of ideas people post they would love to see written, or put up a post asking for asks!

You use to to roleplay?

I can guarantee, as someone who got fixated on the AI chat apps before I really learned how bad it is. I know it feels good, but can make your mental health dive so easy, and it's even easier to get addicted, don't.

Roleplaying with real people is even better anyways, and so much more satisfying, and the RP community on tumbler is live and well right now.

If you really can't compile your ideas well, don't. Post them as a scrambled lump of headcannons, people will still love it.

Don't be stealing content and fucking up the environment just because you are too fucking lazy to grind your work out.

Yes you won't be perfect at first, but I mean, no one is, you won't improve if you don't try. The first fiction I posted as a young teen? Was first person, constantly switching POV and was written, no kidding, like "I looked at him, he was hot, I blushed"

And you know what? People still enjoyed it!

The thing about fanfiction is it is from the fans! It people liking these blorbos, this universe enough they write their own stories.

And I could have edited this more, but no. I might seem protective of fanfiction, and that's because I am, it's an escape for a lot of people. Hell being able to post and interact with fandom helps keep a lot of people going, so we do not want it fucking full of ai slop.

Hey, you reblogged that AI post and I was surprised to see something so mean on your blog. "If you cant write unassisted, fuck you, youre a disgrace to the community." Is that really something you want on your blog?

Just in case this isn't a spam message:

Posting AI-generated content to a platform intended to be an archive for writers is not appropriate use of the platform. On a platform intended for human creation, it is rude and inappropriate to clog search results with AI-produced content which often plagiarizes the work of human authors.

Use of generative AI is also horrible for our environment, leading to massive waste of fossil fuel energy and water. We should not be doing damage to our planet for the sake of generating (robot-produced, often plagiarized) fiction, especially when the joy of fiction comes from the creation and emotion of real people.

Rather than giving a prompt to a generative AI, people should consider attempting to write their own work, or asking another writer from the fandom if they would be interested in writing it. Anyone who is capable of typing a prompt into ChatGPT is capable of writing a story. The first attempts may not be amazing, but that is true of any skill, and anyone can improve with time and practice - and while ChatGPT may give you big returns in your time, it doesn't give you practice, growth, or creativity, which is where the joy of writing should come from.

[rafesbuzzcutseason]

chasing city lights

chapter 29 - the grammys

synopsis: you move to new york to start fresh, hoping to find comfort in the city’s atmosphere. that’s when you meet sarah cameron, where she takes you to a concert and you catch sight of the lead band member, rafe cameron. it only takes a moment for you to realize you’re captivated by him. as sarah helps you navigate your new life in the city, you start to get pulled deeper into rafe's world—the music, the fame, the chaos. the more you get to know him, the more you realise that rafe is not just the rock star he seems to be. he’s wrestling with his own demons, and the last thing he needs is someone like you getting close.

masterlist

cw: language

i listened to ever since new york writing this and i recommend you do the same because it WORKS

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you, sarah, john b, kie and pope all arrived at the venue. it was buzzing with energy, cameras flashing, the air thick with anticipation.

you had just taken your seat, nerves and excitement rushing through your body.

you felt a gaze on you, and you turned around to see rafe already looking at you.

he was standing with the band, photographers swarming them, interviewers trying to steal a moment, but his focus was locked on one thing. you.

his eyes roamed over you slowly, taking in every detail of your dress, the way it fit you, the way you wore it like it was made for you. his lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

you bit back a smile, tilting your head slightly as if to say, what?

he exhaled sharply, shaking his head, his lips curling into a smirk. he mouthed, come here.

you simply lifted your glass of champagne in response, taking a slow sip, knowing he was going to come to you regardless.

sure enough, not even a minute later, rafe was making his way toward you, weaving through the tables with purpose.

john b chuckled, leaning back in his seat. “man’s got a whole grammy nomination tonight, and he’s acting like you’re the biggest prize in the room.”

and maybe you were.

rafe finally reached your table, his hands sliding into his pockets as he looked down at you, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“jesus, y/n” he murmured, voice just loud enough for you to hear over the music and chatter. “you’re trying to kill me tonight.”

you raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “i have no idea what you mean.”

his tongue darted out to wet his lips, his gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before meeting your eyes again. “yeah, you do.”

rafe reached for your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “come with me for a second?”

you let him pull you up, following him past the crowd and into a quieter part of the venue. the moment you were alone, he exhaled heavily, running a hand through his hair.

“i haven’t seen you all day,” he muttered. “and then you show up looking like…this.” his hands found your waist, pulling you closer. “how am i supposed to focus now?”

you grinned. “maybe by remembering you’re about to win a grammy?”

he smirked, shaking his head. “don’t care about that right now.” his voice dropped lower, pulling you in for a long kiss.

the kiss was slow, deliberate, like he was savouring every second, memorising the way you felt against him. his hands tightened on your waist, fingers pressing into the fabric of your dress as if to remind himself you were real.

when he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your lips. “you have no idea how much i’ve missed you today.”

your fingers trailed up the back of his neck, playing with the ends of his hair. “well, you found me.”

he chuckled softly. “yeah. and now i don’t wanna let you go.”

you smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “you kinda have to. unless you wanna ditch the grammys?”

he groaned, pulling back slightly but keeping his arms around you. “as tempting as that sounds, i think my manager would actually kill me."

before you could say anything else, an event coordinator passed by, gesturing toward the main hall. “they’re getting ready to start seating nominees,” she informed rafe with a polite smile.

he sighed, stealing one last glance at you before reluctantly pulling away. “come on,” he murmured, lacing his fingers with yours. “let’s go find our seats.”

you joined the others, topper and jj now sat at the table with everyone, murmuring amongst themselves.

''y/n! you look amazing." jj said, pulling you into a hug.

"as do you." you replied, sitting between him and rafe.

rafe’s arm draped casually over the back of your chair, his fingers grazing your shoulder.

as the lights dimmed, rafe’s knee bumped against yours under the table, his fingers drawing lazy circles on your shoulder. you could tell her was nervous, they all were.

the ceremony started, and the first few awards were announced, applause filling the room as artists took the stage giving emotional speeches. you could feel the anticipation building at your table, the weight of the moment sinking in. their category up next.

topper leaned in, nudging rafe. “you ready for this, man?”

rafe exhaled sharply, shaking his head with a small laugh. “not even a little.”

jj smirked. “well, if you pass out, at least we’ll go viral.”

the whole table laughed, even rafe, but you could tell his mind was racing. his fingers tightened slightly around yours, and you turned to him, speaking softly so only he could hear.

“hey,” you whispered, “no matter what happens, you’ve already won.”

he searched your eyes, his expression softening. “yeah?”

you nodded, squeezing his hand again. “yeah.”

before he could respond, the presenter stepped up to the mic, announcing, “and now, the nominees for song of the year are..."

the entire table tensed, all eyes fixed on the stage. rafe’s grip on your hand tightened, his leg bouncing slightly under the table.

you held your breath.

“…and the grammy goes to-"

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a/n: told u guys i was gonna use those photos for the grammys🙈

anyway chasing city lights is coming to an end very soon and i am a wreck OVER IT💜

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[augustjoy]

The Color Pink

Based on the following ask: Hii, I was just wondering if you could do Aaron x reader but the team for some reason refuses to warm up to her for a while.  If you can please make the reader hyperfem only if you want to. Thank you!!!! I love the idea of Hotch with a hyperfem girlie – she’d be in pink ALWAYS, with a wardrobe and home full of ruffles! So, the BAU team is against this relationship of Hotch’s because 1. They assume she’s a bimbo due to the hyperfemininity and 2. She’s young. Basically, they are questioning Hotch’s judgement on this one. Flashbacks in italics.

Aaron Hotchner x HyperFem! Reader Angst/Fluff Word count: 2552

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, age gap (reader is 20s/Hotch is 40s), female reader, np physical description (other than having hair long enough to curl and Aaron referring to her as little – which he’s big tall so everyone is small compared to him), hyperfeminine reader, explicit language, consultant reader, BAU being judgy overprotective, Morgan being rude, Spencer and Garcia defending the reader, Reader is a presumed Bimbo…but is actually really smart (Elle Woods-esque),  mentions of food/eating, reader has a flash of self-doubt, mention of Jack, let me know if I missed anything.

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

Meeting you had been an act of fate. At least, that’s how Aaron saw it. You were not the type of girl he’d typically go for…not ever. But that morning, you’d got a flat tire on your way to work, ironically on Aaron’s way to work. He had to do the right thing, any chivalrous man would, he was going to pull over no matter what, but when you stepped out of your car…that sealed the deal. He needed to pull over because if he didn’t, someone else would, someone potentially dangerous.

--

“Excuse me miss; do you need some help?” Aaron offered.

“Oh, I um – I got a flat. I called Triple A, but they said it be like forty-five minutes.” You explained.

You stepped out of your car and stole the breath from Aaron’s lungs. You were in a satin pink button-up blouse, with high-waisted white trousers, and strappy pink heels. Your hair was cascading over your shoulders in beautiful loose curls, your gaze lifted to his. Aaron had to release a light cough to pull himself out of the trance you had him in.

“Do you have a spare?” He asked.

“I don’ t think so. But like I said, Triple A is on the way, so I guess I will just sit and wait.” You shrugged.

“I’m not sure I feel comfortable leaving you here on your own.” Aaron admitted.

You gave him a once over. He was in a well-fitted gray suit, his hair lightly slicked back, black dress shoes, and a silver Rolex resting on his left wrist. You took quick note of the absence of a wedding ring. A very brief rush of unease slid through you, but it was washed away as he moved his hand to his hip, unknowingly flashing the FBI badge that was clipped to his belt loop.

“I’d hate to be an imposition. Plus, we are strangers…” You eyed him once more.

“Right, I uh – I’m Aaron Hotchner.” He introduced himself and offered you his hand to shake.

You shook it gently, giving him your name. You couldn’t help the blush that crept over your cheeks at the warmth radiating from him. It was your turn to feel breathless. Taking him in once more, you had to admit to yourself that he was handsome. Clearly older than you, but you didn’t mind…and age didn’t define beauty.

Aaron had waited the whole forty-five minutes with you, once Triple A showed up, he waited for you to get everything squared away with them before turning to leave.

“So that’s it?”  You called after him.

“What do you mean?” He questioned.

“You just sat and waited forty-five minutes with me and you’re just going to leave? Without asking me out? Or at least asking for my phone number?” You huffed.

Aaron was speechless. He had wanted to ask you out…truthfully he’d thought about it the moment you stepped out of your car, but he didn’t want you to fell that he was some sort of predator. But now here you were, this gorgeous little thing, asking him to ask you out.

“Would you go to dinner with me Friday? Provided my work doesn’t call me away.” He asks.

“Yes. Pick me up at seven.” You smiled, handing him a light pink business card.

--

Initially, Aaron didn’t introduce you to anyone because he wanted to see if your relationship would bloom into something real. As things did progress, he opened up to you about his life, his job, his family…and his demons. He hadn’t wanted to let his darkness taint your light, your sparkle, but one night while he was staying with you, he’d had a brutal nightmare, one that had him spewing all the information out to you while you held him close, your sparkle shining bright.

Another reason why Aaron had hesitated to really bring you into his world was because you were so different than the other women he’d dated. They were grown-up, mature (maybe even too mature), boring even, and here you were, this pastel princess whose home was filled with pink – ruffled pillows, lace curtains, fashion books, flowers, fluffy rugs, etc. you were the textbook definition of a girly-girl.

He was sure the BAU team would have some pretty strong opinions about his relationship with you, not only because of your differences, but also because of the almost 20-year age gap. It sounded silly, but he really wanted the team to like you.

The first time Aaron introduced you to the team hadn’t exactly gone as he had hoped. He had asked you to join them out at their favorite bar for drinks. They had put on quite the show in front of you, but when you stepped away to get a drink, the truth came out.

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“Hey guys, I hope you don’t mind, but I invited my girlfriend to join us.” Aaron mentioned casually.

A chorus of “what” and “you have a girlfriend” and “who is she” all rang out at once. He couldn’t help but chuckle at them. He figured he should answer some of their questions now so that way they could focus on getting to know you once you arrived.

“She and I have been together for about six months. It’s getting pretty serious and, uh – she uh…” Aaron smiles to himself. “She um, she’s different than the other girls I’ve dated, so just keep an open mind and get to know her.”

You arrived about ten minutes later, rendering everyone speechless. You walked in with a light pink mini puff dress on. It flowed around you in a cloud of tulle it rested against your upper thighs which were adorned in sparkly nude tights. You’d chosen to wear white lace up heels with it, and your hair was pulled back, pinned up with loose tendrils framing your face.

“Hi! I’m so sorry I’m late, a client called last minute and, you totally do not want to hear about my boring work.” You sighed, meeting the gazes of the stunned agents seated before you.

Aaron had officially introduced you to everyone, they exchanged hesitant pleasantries, and you began making small talk. After a few awkward moments, you excused yourself to get a drink.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Aaron asked.

“No, no. I got it honey. I’ll get you another whiskey.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek and walked toward the bar.

As soon as you were out of earshot, the questions came rolling in. Most notably, Dereks.

“What the hell are you doing man?”

“I beg your pardon?” Aaron was shocked.

“Hotch, man, she’s young enough to be your daughter. And I mean, look at her.” Derek gestured toward where you stood at the bar.

“I am well aware of her age Morgan. She and I have discussed that at length and have both agreed that it didn’t matter. Age doesn’t change how we feel about one another.”

“Hotch, I’m more worried about the fact that she looks like she just walked off of sorority row.” Emily shook her head.

“Yeah, her outfit…Hotch she’s not serious. I mean she’s still a kid.” JJ added.

“That’s enough, she and I are serious. She’s not a kid; she runs a very successful consulting firm, she is kind and sweet, she takes care of me, she gets along with Jack, and I and…well. I love her.” Aaron concluded.

A muffled remark sounded from across the table. Morgan had more to say, and Aaron wasn’t going to let it go. He cared about you and the people across from him were his family, their opinions meant a lot to him…but right now they were letting him down.

“Say it out loud Morgan.” Aaron demanded.

“Nothing.”

“Say it.” Aaron hissed.

“I said she gets along with Jack because they’re closer in age.” Derek shot back.

The table went silent, tension filling the air. Aaron scoffed, shook his head in disbelief, and walked away. Moving towards you, coming up with some lame excuse to get the hell out of there.

“Look, I know that was a lot, but I didn’t say anything that we weren’t all thinking. That girl, she’s a bimbo. Hotch needs someone more serious…more like Beth.” Derek justified.

“Wow.” Penelope scoffed, pushing her chair away from the table. “You guys are terrible.”

“What are you talking about?

“Did you not see his face? Hotch is happy, his smile took over his entire face…because of that girl and you all tore him down so quickly. I mean come on. Spence when was the last time Hotch smiled like that?” Penelope asked.

“The last time Hotch has smiled like that in front of us was back in 2005 when he introduced Jack to the team as a newborn.”  Spencer rattled off.

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That was about eight months ago. Aaron and you have grown even more serious since then, you moved in together – into a new house where you could set up a space that was all your own, full of pink and ruffles and lace.

Honestly, Aaron had gone as far as buying a ring for you. He wanted to propose and had the whole thing planned. He and Jack were going to take you on a picnic and then they’d ask you to become a permanent part of their family.

Despite the happiness he felt at the idea of marrying you, he couldn’t help the disappointment that crept in. He wanted his family to all be there in support of you two…and his family, well that was the BAU.

He knew he’d have to talk to them, to do something to prove to them how incredible you are.

--

Aaron had called everyone to the round table. He needed to tell them about how serious he really was about you, and he needed them to love you.

 “I asked you all here because today we will have a special guest for lunch.” Aaron went on to explain that you’d be coming in, bringing in lunch from one of the BAU’s favorites. “I know that when you all first met her, you were unsure. But I need you all to realize that I’ve been with her for over a year now, we live together, and…”

“You can’t be serious man. She’s naïve, just some young hot thing seeking an older man, presumably for his money.” Derek interrupted.

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Aaron commanded. “I plan on marrying her, and you guys are my family. I need my family there when I marry this woman. If you can’t get on board…then I guess you aren’t the people I thought you were.” Aaron says with finality.

There was a collective nod and shrug amongst everyone.

--

When you walked in, you could feel the tension like a thick fog. It was all consuming, like picking a hangnail until that piece of skin runs further and further up your finger, bleeding and tender.

You needed this to go well.

Aaron had told you to be your usual self. He wanted the team to like you for you, but you knew it would be best to tone it down at least a little bit. You’d choose to wear light blue jeans, a chunky pink sweater, and some heeled ballet flats. Your arms were juggling multiple bags, filled with sandwiches and another one with drinks for everyone.

“Hi guys.” You offered a small wave as you entered the conference room.

“Hey sweetheart, let me help you with those.” Aaron was quick to grab the bags from you.

“You look stunning as always! It’s good to see you again!” Penelope greeted.

“Oh, thanks babe! I love the new hair; it is such a good color!” You complimented. “Oh, Spence, I got you something!” You pulled a wrapped book from your bag, handing it to him.

“What’s this?” He asked, gently pulling at the wrapping. “The Narrative of John Smith, this is one of my favorites!” Spencer gushed.

“It’s a special edition, they only made 200 of them. But that’s not the best part…open the cover.” You were giddy with excitement.

Spencer opened the book to reveal that it had been signed. “Are you kidding me! This is amazing, thank you so much!”

“It’s really no problem.” You smiled.

Aaron was beaming at you, you had been so kind, showing them all who you really were, and he just hoped that they’d all finally see you for who you truly are.

As everyone finished their lunch, you began clearing the trash. Everyone offers thanks to you, the girls planning a day out with you. Each of them seemed to be coming around except for Derek. Aaron couldn’t figure out why he was so against you.

--

You said your goodbyes and made your way out. They had all filtered out of the conference room when Aaron decided to confront Derek once and for all.

“Everyone else has come around, so why can’t you? What is your problem with her?” Aaron asked.

“It’s not her that I have a problem with. Not really.” Derek shrugged. “Look man, I am sorry for how I have acted towards her. It’s unacceptable. But I don’t think you dating her is a good idea.”

“I appreciate your concern, but it’s misplaced Morgan. She is the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

“You think that now Hotch. But what are you going to do when she up and walks away. That is the type of girl who will ruin your life and Hotch, you’ve been hurt too many times. You and Jack have lost far too much.”

“Derek, I know you are worried for me, but I have to see this through. I really love this girl, and she can handle herself, she makes good money, so I know that isn’t the motivation here. She is everything to me, and she has done nothing but prove that she feels the same for me.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I have your back man, and if you love her, then I’m not going to stand in your way.”

--

Things began looking up after that. Derek had pushed his concerns aside and took the time to get to know you, which only made him feel like an idiot for his behavior. Aaron had been right, you could hold your own – you were smart and witty and far to quick with your words, giving him a run for his money. Derek started to see how big your heart was, and he saw the changes in Aaron thanks to your presence in his life. He started to actually appreciate you and your love for his boss.

Aaron told you about his interaction with Derek and you offered some valuable insight.

“Honey, Derek looks up to you. You have made a huge impact on his life, and he has seen you lose so much because of your work, he’s seen you in, quite literally, your lowest moment. He just wants to protect you from hurting like that once again.”

“You are the smartest person I know sweetheart.” Aaron pressed a kiss to your temple.

--

Months later, the BAU team stood and witnessed Aaron and you vowing to spend forever with one another. You had finally been welcomed into this family.

Taglist: @bernelflo@pastelpinkflowerlife@just-moondust@khxna@crimesthatnooneaskedfor

[dalliancekay]

Crowley's Rank

This one's gonna be controversial, isn't it. Actually, let me pre-empt my rant with (another rant): It's not that I mind if Crowley was an Archangel or Dominion or whatever before he Fell. I don't think it makes that much difference. It could perhaps serve some narrative purpose but I don't really see it. To me, it makes no real sense for the story and I do see people using this idea so Crowley can be smarter, more powerful, more insightful, more aware and just you know, full of wisdom and knowledge that Aziraphale should have sat down and learned from a long time ago. This is my main gripe with this HC.

So. Here we go: I am baffled by how people assume and often even claim it is as good as canon that Crowley:

was an Archangel

or even more high up (which I don't think is possible in GO Universe)

knew all Heaven's dirty secrets (and that's why he knows SO MUCH more about Heaven than poor innocent Aziraphale*)

created the Universe

*who a) should have listened to Crowley when Crowley tried to tell him about it or b) Crowley didn't tell him about it because he didn't want to hurt poor Aziraphale with the truth about Heaven

When what we see in canon is (IMO) the opposite of all of that? Also, did Aziraphale somehow forgot that Crowley was high up?

We meet this sweet angel in Before the Beginning. He was sent to start up a Nebula in a remote corner of the Universe and he needs a helping hand.

The angel who meets him finds him adorable and enquires whether he designed the pretty *waves hands around* colours and stuff. And Angel!Crowley admits that...well he did not design it as such but... he did have an input! Angel!Crowley does not introduce himself which is definitely a deliberate move, however, it seems like he's simply too distracted and excited by his project for such proper niceties so he does not notice when his new friend looks a little put out by that.

So. Did Aziraphale know who Crowley was?* I like both yes and no answers. I think a crush at first sight is adorable; after all, Aziraphale's careful demeanour seems to suggest he does not meet carefree happy angels often. But perhaps he did come across him before and was hoping to make his acquaintance properly sometime and look, what luck he was nearby just now...

*Did Aziraphale know who Crowley was in Eden? Absolutely. They recognised each other (and I wonder what happened in the interim we did not see) and Aziraphale carefully waits for the demon to offer his new name.

Did Crowley create the Universe?

No, he started up a nebula, and he's clearly very excited about his job.

Angel!Crowley has not heard of the Earth, the humans, or what the whole project/universe is for, or how long it is planned to last.

That tells me, given that Earth and humans and the 6000 year Plan is literally the goal of it all; that he did not sit high up on the Universe planning committee and if anyone told him about it before, he did not pay attention. Which, honestly, is on brand for ADHD Crowley.

How come Aziraphale knows that certain suggestions and ideas would be unwelcome, should the two of them be overheard?

We don't know. But clearly whatever circles Aziraphale moves in, have alerted him to the fact that suggesting to improve things, would be a bad idea. And he did pay attention to the whole - we are creating a vast Universe to host a tiny planet for a human project that will last 6000 years and then be destroyed.

He also breaks the news about the Plan to Crowley who is clearly heartbroken about it. Much like the angels designing dinosaurs must have been I expect, working on them just so their bones could be buried in the Earth for a joke.

Next up for the argument for powerful Crowley:

Our lovely husbands aim for a tiny miracle to hide the runaway Archangel and its power creates mayhem in Heaven (and I assume in Hell too).

So why did this happen? I've heard of three possible explanations:

The husbands made it powerful, because they are (or their love is) powerful together, they just did not realise it. And that's my favourite one.

Gabriel inadvertently helped cos he's the Supreme Archangel (unlikely since he can't deal with his angel self while he's a 'Jim' for the rest of the season).

Crowley is so powerful he did it himself. Even though he insisted on making it very small, (I guess he just could not help himself).

Now, when he quips, how do you know I didn't do it - to the suggestion only a powerful Archangel could do it with Shax... it's just that. A joke. And a way to confuse.

After all, the Archangels laugh at the mere suggestion Az could do it too, but then HE CLAIMS HE DID and they believe him. Kind of.

So I don't think miracles are as clear cut as all that.

And anyway, it's impossible Hell would have forgotten if Crowley has been an Archangel in Heaven and second of all, it was funny, and a typical Crowley retort. Obviously Hell suspected Gabriel did it (and so did Heaven).

Crowley himself seems to think it's THEIR COMBINED fault. (If that is not foreshadowing, especially the way he throws it out there....)

Crowley can stop time.

And that's pretty cool. Very impressive. I wonder who else can do that. But does he have this power/knowledge because of his past high rank or because he worked at building the Universe? (And clearly loved his job?) ---- A small idea to share after a lil chat with my bestie @seaweednpeanuts who suggested that nobody actually knows if Aziraphale can't stop time. Perhaps he can, but he prefers that his darling does it for him. Because their precious dynamic works like that. Aziraphale adores to be indulged and Crowley loves to feel needed.

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And now for the main course:

And:

"They never change their passwords."

Ok so I mean... you don't exactly have to be Sherlock Holmes to deduce triumphantly that Crowley was one of those.

Which, given Good Omens is anything but obvious and predictable, is exactly what Crowley is (was) not (yes, that's my HC, obviously).

How did he get to know the passwords then? Oh so many delicious possibilities. And so much more interesting (I think) than - he was so high up he knows everything.

Did he get them cos he wanted to check something? Did he get them for Lucifer and/or 'the guys'? Did he get them for Aziraphale? Did he get them from Aziraphale? Did he find out by mistake cos the 'high ups' did not pay attention to a lowly angel around important documents? Did he simply believe he can open the files?

And one more little thing:

Apparently, God on angel time was very limited if they are both in awe of Job being able to speak to God.

I mean we have no idea if Metatron ever actually speaks to Her, or the Archangels, but this seems to imply these two were not especially important.

And. I like that.

I want them to be two middling nobodies who overthrow the system because they came to love one another. It's such a running theme in Terry Pratchett books too. It's not the ministers and generals who overthrow governments, is it. It's someone in the crowd asking questions, and another someone wanting a proper kiss and deciding they'd wage a war for it. That's how revolutions start.

If I sound in any way disparaging towards Crowley, please note - I am not. But I am disparaging to fanon Crowley who I believe Crowley would despise.

[mrsshabana]

𝐄𝐱-𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaroxfemale!reader, 18+ MDNI, modern au, Gyutaro is your ex, smut, vaginal sex ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 1.5k words. I've had this idea in my drafts for a super long time so I decided to go ahead and finish it! I hope you all enjoy it and thanks for reading ♡

Gyutaro missed you so goddamn much. The first and only girl he ever fell in love with.

At first, he was angry, but now he's just depressed. Everything reminds him of you. And he feels so incredibly lonely.

You broke up with Gyutaro over a month ago.

Your relationship lasted about 4 months until you just couldn't take it anymore. He was a decent enough boyfriend at first but as time passed it became more and more toxic.

He was controlling and extremely jealous. Getting angry anytime you'd try to hang out with your friends. Especially other men. He never trusted you even though you'd never dare cheat on him, and you never gave him a reason to believe you would.

He'd go through your phone without your permission and get into fights with you anytime you went out with your friends. You loved Gyutaro but it was exhausting dealing with this on a regular basis.

His insecurities got to be too much and he never stopped trying to control you no matter how many times you tried talking to him about it. So you eventually broke it off. Breaking Gyutaro's heart in the process.

Now that he had some time to process the breakup, he realizes what an asshole he's been. His biggest regret is taking you for granted.

You were so good to him, so sweet too. No girl has ever looked at him the way you did. Like he wasn't some ugly freak, or someone to be pitied. No, you made him feel normal. More than normal actually. He genuinely felt loved and attractive even.

Not to mention the sex was good too. God, it was phenomenal. Gyutaro told you he'd delete the videos and photos he had, but he lied. He still watches them on a daily basis. He can't bring himself to get rid of them. He's still so madly in love with you.

The thought of you lying beneath anyone else but him makes him furious. No other man should be able to touch you like he did. Maybe it's selfish, but you're his girl. You always will be in his mind. And he just hopes that you'll give him a second chance because living without you by his side is unbearable.

"Hey... r u free tomorrow?" he nervously texts you for the first time since you've broken up.

You sigh and roll your eyes when he texts you. A part of you misses Gyutaro, but you don't miss how controlling he was. However, you are willing to hear him out so you respond a few minutes later. "Yeah, why?"

"I was thinking maybe we could hang out or something? If u want to."

"Ok, that's fine."

"Cool! There's this new place I wanted to try, I'll send u the address. Meet me around 6."

And just like that Gyutaro successfully asked you out on a date! Well, in his mind it's a date to win you back. But in your mind, it's just a meetup to get closure about your relationship.

When you meet up with Gyutaro at the restaurant, you're suddenly overcome with emotions that you didn't expect yourself to feel. A longing for the man you once loved. You thought you were over him but maybe you were wrong.

"Hey Y/N!" He smiles, masking his inner sadness as he stands and gives you a hug.

A surprised sound leaves your lips when he embraces you. Feeling his arms wrapped around you again feels so familiar. So comforting that you can't help but long for it.

But you know you must resist. Remembering all of the turmoil and emotional pain he's put you through, you know you can't go back to that.

So, after a few seconds you pull away from the hug and give him a cordial smile, "It's good to see you again. How have you been?" You ask as Gyutaro pulls your seat out. How strange... he never did that when you were dating.

"I've been alright," he laughs nervously, obviously lying, "How about you? You look great."

"Thanks," you chuckle, "I've been good. Just focusing on work mostly..."

There's an awkward silence after the chit-chat ends and the waiter takes your orders. Neither of you know what to say. Gyutaro is sweating buckets right now, going through hundreds of scenarios in his head. Wracking his brain for the best things to say so he can win you back. But he can't decide so he just blurts it out.

"Listen Y/N, I want you back," he states with a shaky voice. And as you open your mouth to sternly decline, he quickly cuts you off before you can do so, "I know I was a dick. And I'm so sorry, for everything. I didn't treat you right at all, I realize that now... and I understand if it's too late. I know I'm an idiot for not treating you right the first time. But now that I've been living without you my life feels so empty. You were the best thing that ever happened to me and I fucked it up! I fucked up real bad," he tears up, "Every day just feels so fucking cold without you. There's no one else to blame but myself, I know that... but I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't at least try to get you back."

He looks at you with pleading eyes, full of desperation. Like this is his one and only chance at happiness. The regret he feels was evident in how his voice quivered and his eyes filled with tears. There's no doubt in your mind that his words are genuine. But do you really believe he'll keep his word and change? Do you want to take that chance when you've already experienced a toxic relationship with him once?

"Gyutaro..." you say as you look down at the table, avoiding looking into his eyes because the longer you stare into them the closer you come to tears, "I-I don't know what to say."

This is a lot of pressure he's putting on you. But honestly, you should have expected it. You feel stupid for not thinking of this as a possibility when he texted you.

Gyutaro takes a deep breath, "It's alright. Sorry I did all that... you probably think it was pretty pathetic. I didn't mean to make things weird... we can just forget I said anything," he looks defeated as he slumps back in his chair.

"No, it wasn't pathetic at all. I actually really appreciate what you said," you say as you reach out and take his hand, "It means a lot to me that you owned up to your mistakes and apologized. I know it's not easy to do."

His eyes widen as he feels your soft touch, a glimmer of hope in his eyes as you continue to speak.

"I'd love to have you as my boyfriend again, Gyutaro."

"R-Really?!" his face lights up, full of joy just like the first time you agreed to be his girlfriend.

Standing from his seat, he rushes to your side and hugs you tightly before you even get the chance to get out of your chair. Almost knocking you over in the process. He's just so damn excited, he can't help himself.

"I promise I won't make you regret this, Y/N!"

The rest of the evening goes well enough, that after dinner you find yourself in Gyutaro's apartment. Being pounded from behind as he holds you in a spooning position on his bed.

Throughout the whole date at the restaurant, the sexual tension between the two of you was palpable. He's obviously missed fucking you, but you missed it too. You hadn't had sex at all since you had broken up, though you thought about it often. Images of Gyutaro would flash through your head every time you'd touch yourself.

You'd curse yourself for thinking of him, getting annoyed that the memories of you two being intimate wouldn't stop. But you couldn't help but think of him. No one has ever made you feel the way Gyutaro did.

He may have been an asshole at times, but he was amazing in the bedroom. He craved you day and night, and would worship you like a queen. It felt good being so desired by the man you were in love with. Not to mention the toe-curling, bed-wetting orgasms he'd give you too.

Now you lay here in his bed, practically screaming his name as he plunges into you. Fucking you just how he's learned you like it.

"Fuck, that's it baby," he groans as he pushes you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up and holding them tightly as he thrusts into you again, "God, you fit like a glove. So perfect for me... it must be meant to be, huh? Don't worry babe, I won't let this pussy go unfilled ever again."

He whispers into your ear as he feels you tighten around him.

As you feel your climax approaching, you realize no one could ever make you feel like Gyutaro makes you feel. With every touch he graces upon your body, you're given another reason why you were meant to be his.

[profoundbondfanfic]

Hi! I was wondering if you knew any fanfics where Cas's grace reacts to his feelings for Dean? (Eg blowing lightbulbs when they kiss etc) Thank you so much! 😊💫

Hello! Here are a few we could think of:

Angel's Wild by riseofthefallenone (Explicit, 389k words)

But that’s the whole reason he’s here, isn’t it? He’s not out here hunting Humans. He’s not even hunting deer, or bears, or anything else that featured in Bambi. He’s out here, freezing his nuts off every night, because he’s hunting Angels. Sometimes Dean wishes that Angels were like how they’re described in the Bible. How people from time too old for him to care much about thought Angels were messengers and warriors of God, protectors of Humans. He knows that how they’re really described in the Bible is actually pretty terrifying, but at least they were told by God that they’re supposed to love Humans, right? That’s a thousand times better than what Angels really turned out to be.

Come Fly With Me by EllenOfOz, followyourenergy (Explicit, 37k words)

Castiel is back from the Empty, and Dean wastes no time in diving in and planting his lips…well, all over the angel. Cas responds enthusiastically and all is well (or as well as Dean ever gets to have)…until sex with Cas turns out to have a surprising finish. Weird side effects or not, Dean will take Cas any way he can get him, and he makes the best out of every time. With each time, though, the repercussions of those side effects on Cas are more and more serious. Is Dean destined to lose Cas, one way or another? Or can he change the course of the future by confronting their past?

Don't by tricia_16 (Explicit, 97k words)

After nine days of radio silence from both Jack and Cas, Cas returns to the bunker without Jack but with black fur, four paws, a tail, and an obvious preference for Dean's company. With no idea how to turn Cas back or how he got turned into a cat in the first place, Dean has to learn to live with Cas quite literally underfoot all the damn time. Nobody could have guessed that having his best friend in cat form would end up being the catalyst for a huge shift in their relationship, but looking back, he's pretty sure it all started with an annoyingly stubborn ball of fur...

My Soul Whispers Your Name by casblackfeathers (Explicit, 15k words)

When Amara tells Dean that she will give him what he needs most, the last thing he's expecting is to sprout fucking wings and to be able to sense what his own soul — and heart — really want, making it impossible for him to ignore all the feelings he's been harboring for Cas over the years. It’s no shock that Dean’s soul is drawn to Cas like gravity and now that Dean can perceive Cas’ grace all the time, he’s constantly reminded how stupidly breathtaking it is. He had been a goner since the second he laid eyes on Cas, and this just seals the deal. Now that he’s stuck like this, he might as well pull his head out of his ass, give it a shot, and finally get what he always wanted.

Occursus by PallasPerilous (Teen and up, 4k words)

“The natural environment of the human soul is a human body,” Cas says. “Humans have yet to meet a foreign substrate that they don’t immediately attempt to colonize. My form in Hell was not an exception.” Then he shuts his mouth very deliberately and gestures back to Dean like his mic is going live in three, two. “Or the bit where my soul gave you some kind of STD?” Dean finishes. “It was a poor analogy. I apologize.” “So what’s a better one?” Castiel drums his fingers for a second. “It’s more like…the way a parasitic jewel wasp injects a cockroach with venom, and transforms it into a willing host for wasp larvae.” “Holy shit are you ever bad at this,” Dean says, with that signature brand of fond horror he special-orders just for Castiel, Angel of the Gourd.

Strawberry Moon by casblackfeathers (Explicit, 115k words) -- not exactly Cas' grace but his aura.

As a child, Castiel used to fall asleep with his mother telling him bedtime stories of the prophecy she had foreseen for him — how the Strawberry Moon would one day reveal the familiar he was destined to be with. However, it’s been twelve years since the heart-wrenching day Castiel last saw the one he hoped was meant for him, and at twenty-eight, with his magic quickly dwindling, he knows better than to keep believing in such foolish dreams. Castiel's resolve falters with the return of his long-ago teenage crush, Dean. The familiar’s evergreen eyes and rainbow aura are still as captivating, but his past is shrouded in mystery, one that could hold the answer to what drove them apart all those years ago. Maybe the peculiar tabby cat who seems to have taken a liking to Castiel is what it takes to make Castiel believe in the moon with shades of pink again.

The Greatest of These by DoctorProfessorSong (Teen and up, 9k words)

When Jack pulls Cas from the Empty, his vessel is damaged. Jack is working on it. In the meantime, Cas is stuck hanging around the bunker in his Trueform. In other words, the fic where Dean takes Trueform!Cas on little dates and the author has way too much fun with angel lore

you're holy to me by serenityfails (Explicit, 5k words)

"My wings inspired you," Cas says, smug at the thought. "Yeah, I'm feelin' pretty fuckin' inspired right now, man."

There's also this collection on ao3 cas vs lightbulbs that might interest you.

You might also want to check our grace fic tag.

[suzukiblu]

Day sixteen of “Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it” behind the cut. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

And it’s–nice, to get to feel that for a little while, so Kon just . . . feels that, for a little while. Tim feeds him a little more fruit and pets him a few more times too, and it’s . . . really, really nice. But then it starts feeling like he should be doing something for this, if Tim’s focusing on just him for once–like, keeping his attention, keeping him entertained, making him not regret spending all that time on him instead of anything more important and just earning–

“The chef sends his compliments,” Bernard announces easily as he steps back into the room and Tim looks towards him, and Kon feels the weirdest sensation of, like . . . relief, almost, and his head quiets down a little more again, and doesn’t feel so . . . full, again. Just–if Bernard’s back, he doesn’t have to try so hard to like . . . to be all those things all at once, maybe. Doesn’t need to be all those things all at once. 

“Is that a latte?” Tim asks, sounding a little surprised. 

“Okay, fine, the barista sends his compliments, geez,” Bernard huffs, making a face at him. He’s holding two mugs, one a big chunky red one that’s almost the size of a soup bowl and the other bright blue and almost, like, cube-shaped and covered in all these weird-looking linked and interlinked circles and lines and stuff, kinda? Kon doesn’t actually know what they’re supposed to be, but he guesses maybe it’s just an aesthetic thing? 

More importantly, that’s the one that’s topped with whipped cream and a caramel drizzle, so like . . . priorities, obviously. 

“Um–that blue one for me, man?” he asks, feeling a little awkward about asking, but . . . look, sue him: it smells real fuckin’ good. 

“Yeah, I couldn’t resist, sorry,” Bernard says, setting both of the mugs on the nightstand next to the mostly-empty breakfast dishes. “Very on the nose, I know, but give a man his vices.” 

“Uh . . . ‘on the nose’?” Kon asks, wrinkling his own in confusion. 

“. . . hey Tim totally random question, how much British television am I allowed to bully your boy into watching this weekend?” Bernard asks conversationally. “Like we can go doggy style for a few rounds, right? Very on-brand anyway, considering, and then we can multitask it and also I can explain the continuity errors and why if I ever meet Steven Moffat it is on sight.” 

“I dunno, I really liked that Jekyll show,” Tim says, eyeing the mug with the alleged latte with clear intent. 

“Obviously, Tim, that show was incredible, but also that show limited the man to six episodes and he could not write a full season of television to save the BBC or Matt Smith’s career,” Bernard says feelingly, then reaches over and sort of–scruffs Kon’s hair more than anything else, really, and Kon’s spine goes a little bit liquid over it. “Actually, wait, maybe ‘last of his kind except for that one dude who wants to kill him’ super-powerful alien guy is, like, too on the nose, maybe that would not actually be fun and enjoyable escapism for you, hm.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Kon admits as he pushes himself up a bit, because he really does not, yeah, but also he really wants to know what that hot chocolate tastes like. Bernard very visibly just suffers. 

“I’m talking about the Doctor, man, c’mon,” he says feelingly. 

“Doctor who?” Kon asks in bemusement. 

“. . . congratulations on being the funniest motherfucker on this boat without even trying, I will never beat that one,” Bernard sighs as Tim bursts into laughter. Kon very much does not get the joke, but like . . . there’s hot chocolate on that nightstand, so really, bigger priorities in life right now, and he eyes the mug consideringly. “Let it cool off for a minute, bud, otherwise you’re gonna burn your tastebuds off and won’t even be able to taste it, and that would be a tragic loss on your end, trust me.” 

“. . . so who’s being the funniest one on the boat again?” Kon asks wryly, raising a pointed eyebrow at him. Bernard stares blankly at him for a moment, then–

“Ohhhhh,” he realizes, then laughs sheepishly as he picks the mug up himself and holds it out to him. “Yeah, have at it, big guy.”

[girlwhorizzed]

WARNINGS ; this prompt contains dark theming— kidnapping, weapon involvement, mdni minors pleeeeaseee! & if this isn't your cup of tea, don't sip it! stick to coffee. ty 🎀

WRITERS NOTE ; tbh this was fun to right, ik it sounds weird based on the warning but i actually enjoyed writing this out— it took me a few days cos i kept losing motivation but here it is! requested by nonnie here !

this exact situation had registered in your head since you were eleven years old— staying home alone for the first time, the feeling of paranoia creeping up on you. you'd planned step on step what you would do, how you would react, would you scream? cry? convince them they have the wrong girl? you'd always been in a fight or flight guard— but now, the very thing you've prayed and wished never would happen, did. you were kidnapped, taken against your will. you had to repeat it over and over to fully comprehend what was going on.

you'd spent a full nine hours at this place, head lost and fuzzy at the change— next thing you know jj maybank, gun in hand is in front of you his friends circling around you., like you were some exotic animal they captured and inspecting. before they entered the part of the house where they stored you, you'd heard their bickering from the next room. john b having second thoughts about the whole thing is what you've summarized up of what he's said, pope is rather freaked out about the whole situation based on the tapping against the floor, completely left out of what led up to you tied up in the living room. jj ends the group discussion with a simple statement. 'they hit us, we hit them.'

his way of getting back at who you assume is your brother— rafe, is tying up his little sister and sticking a gun in her face. your shaken up of course which is what you think he's aiming to, maybe more by the look on his face when he finally looks at you. it hits you finally that you've been in the dark for most of what this is revolving around, you hear jj mutter something along the lines of 'she looks stupid but she isn't. course she knows.' to reassure john b, having set on the idea that you have no idea what's going on by the look on your face when they first grabbed you.

the blonde kneels in front of you, gun tucked away in his waistband but in a reachable distance in case you've cut lose or slipped out of the rope, all scenarios scrambling in his mind although your still tightly concealed in the rope. john b and pope keep a distance from the two of you, sweat building up on each of their foreheads— enough sweat to be mistaken for spit if wiped off. "look, i don't wanna hurt'cha alright?" he puts up both hands and widens both eyebrows and eyes to signal he means no harm, the gun peaking out of his waistband tells you otherwise, but still you nod.

the same patterned bandana he had when he first grabbed you is down to his neck now, it gives you the tinest ounce of relief that he isn't going to hurt you— still your opinion differs. he gives you a smile and sets his hand on your bare leg. "gunna take the tape off now, kay? don't scream alright?" he begins, peeling the unnecessary amount of tape on your mouth. "no one's out here to getcha anyway.. jus' me, you, jb and pope." he concludes, making a ball of the tape and tossing it towards pope's feet.

you let out a small gasp of air— you always preferred breathing through your mouth rather then nose, your lips rub together as if relaxing lipgloss or vaseline into your lips, but instead of that your trying to get the blood back to your lips. you drawl your eyes back to the blonde kneeling down to meet you.

"sorry for uhh, pulling your hair n'allat stuff.." he reminds you, when he so rudely grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled till you shut up. you suck up the sourness your feeling now, not only had he yanked on your hair but he'd broken one of your newly done nails you'd got just the day before, it irked you. it really did. you bit on your tongue to push back the negativity shadowing over you, you were a hostage surrounded by men and not a women in sight so you kept as much attitude inside as you possibly could.

"it's okay. i get it." you say, it seems to satisfy him because he throws his head down and chuckles, hand still on your leg for leverage. your eyes meet john b whose standing far behind the blonde, he's ashamed and can't meet your eyes. you can tell because he starts fidgeting and forcing his focus on some empty can of beer on the floor, poor pope is muttering things to himself to convince himself everything will be okay.

you can sense jj isn't up for small talk anymore— his kneel position came to an end as quick as he is to stand over you in an interrogating way, looking down at you with a sly smirk. "alright princess, enough chit-chat. i know you know, what we know. time to spill." he declares, one hand on his side while the other sits cautiously on the gun in his waistband.

your eyes flicker from his face to his waistband, he's threatening you in a way that makes you giggle. you'd seen true crime shows better than this, truly. you let a giggle slip from your lips at ever thinking you were in danger— these boys didn't have an ounce of idea what they were doing. even if you didn't know what this was about nor the background story, to think you clutched your pearls over this. you'd blanked on the part where you reminded yourself to be respectful, because next thing you know the rough wall meets the back of your head.

the blonde made a fast arch on top of you, careful to not tip the chair over but enough for the wall to meet your head— you let out a raspy scream at the change in positions, "think your funny?" jj grunts, his hand slamming over your mouth and muffling the high frequency sound. his hot breath hitting your neck and making goosebumps rise. "all you gotta do is talk." he grabs the side of your head tightly in his hand. "can you do that? or is it too damn hard?"

"mmph!" you struggle to muffle words, jaw snapped shut tight from the harsh grip around it, your body weakens and slacks under his weight pressing up on you, you stop squirming and submit to him. "…mm-hm," you nod, eyes flickering up to look for his.

he arises from his spot on top of you, his face slowly morphs into a proud smirk at your compliance, "yeah? look at that, you are smart." he muses, fixing the strands of messy hair in your face. "that wasn't so hard now, was it? now that we're getting the basics outta the way… lemme ask you a simple little question."

"where's the cross? n'dont lie t'me. i know your big brother has it, which means you know where it is too."

the only thing that came to your mind when you heard cross was God, neither you or rafe were big on religion but still attended church every now n'then with the family— donated to the church and present in their activities every wednesday and sunday. you blinked twice, you could see jj's finger tapping on the gun which made you even more hesitant to answer. the only cross you were aware of and owned was the one back home in your jewelry box and the few around the cameron household. your unsure what to say, so you say nothing.

this cross— seems to be a delicate subject for the blonde because he takes your silence as a form of guilt, that you do know about it and have been withholding information this whole time. you shut your eyes and turned away from the blonde standing over you, as quick as you are to reopen your eyes and flutter your eyelashes at him, he's quick to whip out the gun peaking from his waistband you knew he'd used sooner or later and pressing it against your cheek.

"didn't wanna do this." he whines, his breath heavy and hot, "look at me, princess. i'm only gonna say this once." his finger slowly makes its way to your chin, forcing your head up to his level. "answer what i asked, or you'll be begging and crawling on your knees in a whole different way." his voice lowers to a threatening tone.

you take a few moments to prepare yourself before speaking, knowing that you had to choose your words wisely— knowing well enough jj is already on thin ice after your silence. "…jj i promise, i— swear to you, believe me, i don't know." you say carefully, not meeting his eyes. his facial features soften, "ain't that a joke," he shakes his head, his hand coming to rest on your chin in a gentle gesture, "why you lying?"

he grabs a fistful of your hair and lifts your head to look up at him, you make eye contact and see the look on his face, he's not buying it. "why would i be lying?" you ask, voice shaking ever so slightly— not enough for him to notice. "because your brother stole it, you don't think i'm stupid enough to know that?" a sharp inhale leaves his nose as he leans in closer, "what, you think i'm gonna believe a pretty liar like you just 'don't know'?"

you've fought the tears back long enough, they began to flood your eyesight and fill the brim of your eyes. your eyelashes flick up the liquid beginning to pour out of your eyes as you look up at him one last time, if this doesn't prove your innocence— your not sure what will. right now you just want to be held. by anyone, even the man whose holding you at gunpoint. "i— listen to me, please," you begin, "i swear to you, i don't know! please, believe me." your heart races and your head spins as you desperately try to persuade him you're being honest. your fingers cling to his shirt.

his face softens for a moment, his eyes slowly moving down your face, taking in your pleading expression. he can't help but feel the slightest ounce of sympathy for you, seeing how genuinely upset and scared you look, your bottom lip quivering and tears slowly making their way down your cheeks. he hesitates for a second, not used to seeing you like this. a small part of him wants to let up on you and believe you. but he doesn't.

"stop… stop crying, alright?" he snaps under his breath, his grip on your hair loosening, his hand moving from your chin to the back of your neck. "i'm not tryna hurt you," his other hand reaches for the tears at your cheeks and wipes them away, "i just want answers." he murmurs.

a small whimper escaped your lips, your sobs growing more intense and your body shaking. you lean into his hand as he brushes away the tears on your cheeks, searching his face for a hint of understanding. his grip on your neck tightens in a warning, but it's not enough to hurt you. you let out a shaky breath before speaking, your voice barely above a whisper. "please, i swear to you that i don't know anything. i'm telling you the truth." you plead, desperation etched on your face.

he looks deep into your eyes, studying your face for a moment, searching for any signs of deception, anything suspicious. but your expression is clear— desperate and terrified, pleading with him to believe you. he holds your chin with his thumb and index finger, his touch almost gentle. he lets go of your face, releasing the grip on your chin and taking a few steps away from you, his hands finding their way into his pockets. he seems to be contemplating, debating on what to do with you. his eyes dart up and down your body, almost like he's mentally undressing you.

your tears come to an end after he walks away from you, finally sure that you are telling the truth. he's tossed the gun onto the coffee table beside him and is now inspecting you, he hadn't when he'd first snuck up from behind and put a hand over your mouth— he was just focused on getting you where he wanted you to be. your cheeks flush pink at the attention your receiving from him, and you take time to look around the room and notice that pope and john b are no longer standing where they were at the start of the interrogating, they saw their way out. you try to cover yourself up, but tied up how you are isn't exactly an accessible way to try to shield yourself from his eyes.

your were okay for the most part now, till that urgency of urine hit your system. you could hold it but the rope pushing on your lower abdomen and bladder, your impatient bouncing on the chair began. you feel weird and uncomfortable to call jj by his name, you don't know him to be calling him jj, you aren't friends to call him jj— you know him but never really knew him. "i— um," you start, the urgency of urine building up and becoming too much to handle. "jj!" you squeak before he can exist the room, it's quick and random.

the blonde pauses when he hears his shortened name call, his head snaps back and looks towards you, a small smirk forms on his face as he takes in your nervous look. his expression is unreadable but he makes his way back to you, a sense of curiosity taking over him. before he recognizes that pattern of bouncing and leg twitching, how your eyebrows were tense and you bit down on your lip. you had to pee. "can't hold it?" he muses, his gaze wandering up and down your body again.

you nod impatiently, "mhm!" you make out before looking up at him, your expression screaming 'hurry up and untie me so i can pee!'

he chuckles watching you squirm around, he'd never seen you so out of control. it's almost kind of cute but he doesn't let it show. he digs through his short pockets for anything to cut the rope, finally finding what he needs— a pocket knife. he holds them up for you to see them, and then moves closer to you. "alright princess, don't move." he says before beginning to cut the rope from your body.

once the itchy rope finally became undone from your body, jj on instinct clutches the back of your baby tee and lifts it to where enough skin is showing for his little pocket knife blade to meet your skin, he isn't poking you but positioning the blade in a way where you won't be nipped but in a way you know not to pull any funny business. the metal makes you shiver and adds more urgency to pee. "huurry up!" you whine out, crossing your legs in a way where your back coincidentally arches against the blonde behind you.

jj thrusts forward, his clothed groin hitting your butt, accidentally, he claims upon asked once you two settled down. "don't act up alright? hear me? n'you ain't going home till we get that fuckin' cross back. m'sure your daddio will want your princess havin ass back in no time." he grunts before directing you to the bathroom, and to make sure you don't try and escape he's come in with you, sitting on the nearby tub while you relive yourself.

now what's left is to explain this to kiara and sarah, that jj has kidnapped her little sister.

[revelboo]

I like how most bots have a meet ugly and a bad time with autobots, but then you look at the side and realize just how bad things can actually be. the decepticons’s human have a bad time. how vortex, Tarn, Sunstorm, and most of the decepticons huma have a horror and just a general very bad time with their mech.

Yeeeeah. These guys are the equivalent of the person who impulsively buys fish from a pet store. Have no idea what they’re doing, aren’t motivated enough to do any homework, just go home, fill the tank, dump the fish and chemicals straight in and are surprised when it immediately dies. The bots at least make an effort, but most of them also know absolutely nothing about humans

Everything Is Alright Scenario- Memories

Shockwave

• Cannon bumping against the Medbay table before coming down gently across your lap to try and pin you down so he can scan you, he shudders. And you huff at him, glowering and shoving at his cannon like you think you can actually make him move. “You understand that you can just politely ask me to not move?” You demand, resting your elbow against his cannon and your cheek on a fist. Staring up at him. Hates touching you, the feel of your soft skin and of little hands on him spark through him with memories he can’t quite get a hold of. Memories that still manage to hurt, all sharp, ragged edges.

• Big and creepy stares at you, antenna going back before grabbing the scanner to run over you. Keeping you pinned for sheer spite. And now he’s ignoring you, leaning to make a notation on his datapad to send anxiety skittering through you. Wish Soundwave or Star were with you. Even Megs, because being alone with Shockwave for checkups? You’re way outside your comfort zone. “Is the spark okay?” Your voice is soft, uncertain, but you have to know. And he doesn’t speak to you unless he has to.

• “Size is abnormally small and far behind normal developmental targets,” he says, attention on his datapad and he stiffens when you grab at his cannon. Looking down, your eyes are wide and he rocks uncomfortably. “But the spark is a hybrid and can’t be expected to develop as a purely Cybertronian spark would,” he adds because you look like you’re about to start leaking. Something you seem to do with disturbing regularity and he wants nothing to do with it. It bothers him when you do that as illogical as it is.

• Feeling dumb, you don’t really know what that means. Is there a problem or not? Or is it just that he doesn’t know because this is a first? Are you looking for problems where there are none? “So we’re okay?” And he’s just staring at you, antenna flicking slightly and that unsettling, single optic’s glow narrows to a pinprick. Dialing up his creepiness. Not answering you and slowly rocking again. Nope. He’s bypassed uncomfortable straight to frightening. “Um, Shockwave?” Why had Soundwave left you alone with him?

• Stop looking at him like that. So hopeful and uncertain. ‘We’re okay, right?’ The words drift up from the depths of his processor. A broken fragment of memory that slowly tears him apart. Who’d said that? Little hands on his servos and an uncertain smile. Had that happened or is it just a corrupted memory? Past and present mingling until he can’t tell. Shoving away from the Medbay table, he retreats, looking away from you. Unable to stand looking at you. You’re not the one who said those words to him. Is that memory even his? It feels like grief as his spark constricts, but he doesn’t experience grief or sadness. Why doesn’t he? No matter how many times he follows these spiraling thoughts, he gets no closer. No matter how many experiments he’s done on himself to try and figure out the phantom memories he’s not even sure are his, he has no answers..

[allertononfilm]

dolce vita - rafe cameron

chapter 1

summary: You traveled to Italy to get away for the summer, escape the heartbreak you’d been dwelling in back home. Only to find yourself falling into something way more complex with the last person you expected.

content warnings: original afab!reader, soft!rafe, use of petnames (princess, baby), 18+ MDNI - actual smut included after this chapter, suggestive af, smoking, mentions of being under the influence/consumption of alcohol & marijuana.

(DISCLAMER: I have not actually traveled to where I am writing about, so this is all google not personal experience lol)

length: 2.6k words

You really had no idea what you were doing in Italy. Your summer plans had been completely different just a handful of months ago. But you tried making the best out of being there, trying not to focus on the fact that you'd spend your trip surrounded by a group of trust fund kids that you likely wouldn't have met otherwise.

Josie meant well. That was how you became friends to begin with. Meeting when she took a seat beside you in your first sociology lecture of the school year, asking if you'd done the required reading she had no clue about until walking into the auditorium. You graciously gave her your notes, and she'd stuck by you ever since, despite not having much more in common.

The girl wasn't who you typically relied on in these unprecedented situations, seeming to be under the impression that the two of you were much closer than you personally considered. But you had to appreciate the fact that she liked you enough to let you tag along on the annual holiday she took to her cousin's vacation house on the Amalfi Coast.

In another reality, you'd be planning your wedding to your long-term boyfriend right now. You'd been together since you’d met at freshman orientation, and marriage was the logical next step. Why would you think any differently?

You were sure he was gonna propose after your final exams for the year. But instead, he showed up to your apartment and ended it. No warning. No explanation. He walked out that day, and you hadn't heard from him since.

And the icing on the cake was that within weeks, he was already on Instagram flaunting his new girlfriend. Who he also, coincidentally, had grown up alongside. So at the last minute, after a lot of urging from your privileged friend, you decided you'd join her in Southern Italy and fully immerse yourself in the easygoing European lifestyle as some sort of distraction.

You traded your normally dark colour palette for pastels and florals to complement the vibrant environment. Drinking vintage wines and Limoncello you probably wouldn't have touched back home. Skin barely sun-kissed from spending your afternoons on beaches that could be straight out of a postcard.

You'd been staying with the group of women for a few weeks already, enjoying the accommodations prior to being joined by Josie's cousin and his friends. Surrounded by affluence and high luxury like you'd never experienced. And although your roommates were doing everything they could to make you feel comfortable, you still felt absolutely out of place.

An example of this were nights like these when she'd take advantage of the large space and throw house parties into the early morning. They'd never really been your thing in general, finding yourself overstimulated by the bustling atmosphere even as an adult. 

You didn't spend longer than an hour trapped among the chaos, making whatever appearances you had to and promptly disappearing back to the room you'd been staying in. Any hope of getting buzzed being cancelled out by the unrelenting humidity wafting through the halls, the alcohol you'd been drinking sweating through you before you could even feel any of its effects.

The villa was unlike anything you'd seen, something that your other housemates weren't as affected by. The exterior, a Mediterranean style that was simple but still highlighted the aesthetic of the region. Hidden away amid the lush valleys but in no way modest. It wasn't technically a palace, but it was definitely the closest thing you'd seen to one.

The halls and chambers were grand, decorated with expensive furniture that accentuated its opulence even further. Oversized portraits of nameless aristocrats hung along the walls, unsure whether they were relatives of Josie's or local historical figures. Terra cotta tiles lining the floors to stay on theme with the rest of the house's theming.

Your favourite part of the whole place though, was the clear view you had of the Tyrrhenian Sea from the back of the property. The balcony that hung off your room giving you a front row seat to the vivid blue waters whenever you pleased. Getting baffled when you spotted an unknown individual already standing out there, leaning over the railing and surrounded by thick smoke.

"Can I help you?" You survey as you step out, the boy startled when you emerged.

For some reason, this person looked kinda familiar, although you couldn't figure out why. But you knew you didn't recognize him because he had a face you don't think anyone would be able to forget. You assumed it was another acquaintance of Josie's that snuck away to seek the same refuge as you, some rich kid that she knew because they traveled over at the same time.

As the paper burned into the dusk and the aroma hit your senses, you were met with an earthy smell that you'd been craving but didn't know where to find since getting to Europe. Your initial skepticism turning into curiosity, deciding to use the intrusion to your advantage to get yourself a puff.

"No, I'm fine," he declares simply. "Need anything, princess?" He offers back, an American accent poking through as he inhaled the weed like it was oxygen.

"This is where I've been staying the past few weeks, so..." You awkwardly trail off, your counterpart pursing his lips at the confession.

"Ah, you must be Josie's new pet," He comments. "Technically, you've been staying at my place the past few weeks." He informs you, blatantly sizing you up.

You weren't sure when exactly her cousin would be arriving, but you figured your first meeting would've been more formal than accidentally on your porch in the middle of a random party. You'd seen him a few times in photos she'd shown you from past vacations, none of them doing him justice.

His features were sharper than how you recollected, having shaved the shaggier hairstyle he'd sported when he was younger at some point. Bright blue eyes that were still striking in the night, full pink lips curled around the end of the filter. Standing there in a pair of dark-wash jeans and a white tank top that showed off his muscular arms.

All you knew about him, other than it being his family's place, was that they only reunited here during this annual trip. The two having become estranged over the years due to living on opposite coasts, not knowing anything further than Josie's father being siblings with his mother.

He snapped you from your daze when he offered out the spliff, accepting it with caution as if it would self-destruct in your hand. Perching alongside him on the metal railing, trying your best to keep your attention on the shore ahead of you instead of gawking at the boy just a few feet away.

"I'm Rafe, by the way." He introduces, prompting you to do the same. "You aren't part of the usual group that comes over," He identifies, a bit unnerved by his observation.

"Needed a change of scenery," You answer, not wanting to reveal too much.

A thick silence hung between you, neither of you really knowing how to navigate forward. He was much less sociable compared to his cousin, not that it was necessarily a bad thing. He had the whole broody, mysterious vibe going on, but not in a way that was intimidating. If anything, you were enticed.

"What do you think about Naples so far?" He investigates, cutting through the stillness.

"It's nice," You reply plainly.

"Just nice?" He echos. "You haven't experienced it properly then."

"What would you recommend?"

"I can take you out and show you around," he extends.

"You don't have to do that, Rafe. You just got here, and I'm not even your guest. I'm sure you're jet-lagged and have other shit to do and-" You ramble, being cut off by him.

"Don't worry. I'll be fine," he interjects, letting his gaze linger on you. "If anything, I'd feel awful knowing you came all the way here and didn't see anything significant. Clearly, you can't rely on Josie for that."

The commotion of the full house beneath you faded away as you fell into conversation. The discomfort that had initially driven you upstairs now having vanished. His cold demeanor thawing as you chatted like you'd known each other for years rather than mere minutes.

As he let the spliff hang between his fingers, you found yourself fixated on his features. Noticing how every time he brought the filter back to his mouth, they would wrap around the faint smudge of your lipstick. How his jaw tightened every time he sucked in. Even just being illuminated by the full moon, he looked like some kind of deity.

"Like what you see?" He flirts with a knowing smirk despite still looking out to the water. Your words getting caught in your throat, heat rushing to your cheeks prior to being able to get any response in. "How do you know Jos again?"

"College," you reply. "Why?"

"You just don't seem like the type she typically hangs out with. Preppy... Stuck up... Fake." He lists explicitly.

"Is that a good or a bad thing?" You quip. Rafe finally turned his head to look at you, the reflection of the stars glimmering in his eyes.

"I'm not sure yet. But so far, good."

You'd be naive to ignore the attraction you'd felt from the moment you saw him. Your senses were completely heightened by this point, chain-smoking through a forgotten number of joints. And even as the discussion faltered the more stoned you both got, the energy between you only intensified.

His hand came up and pushed your hair off your face, letting it rest on your cheek. His touch causing sparks to shoot through your body. Something that hadn't happened much towards the end of your relationship now that you think about it. But you didn't give a shit about that right now, only preoccupied with the gorgeous man in front of you.

You found yourself staring as he took another hit, the world blurring around you when you realized he was getting closer to you. Your breath literally being taken away as he exhaled directly into your mouth, replacing the air with heavy smoke. Like this boy you barely knew was a rejuvenating life source you never knew you needed.

It was out of your character—making the initial move, kissing someone first so confidently. Especially when that person was a close relative of the reason you came here to begin with. You felt like you were breaking an unspoken rule of girl code, not that it ultimately stopped you from acting on your instinct.

If anything, kissing him felt right. Similar to the head rush you'd felt when he shotgunned the vapor to you. His lips were soft and moved with skill, tasting like expensive whiskey and cigarettes and weed and every other vice. Maybe it was the mixture of substances tied with his sweet words, but the angst that had been plaguing you for months had disappeared.

A needy whine left you when he pulled away, worried you'd acted too hastily, only for him to take another drag of the plant and repeat his earlier gesture before his lips were back on yours. The two of you going back and forth until the joint burned out. Falling deeper under his trance as you became completely engrossed with each other.

He grabbed your ass, bringing your bodies closer as he delved his tongue into your mouth. His large frame overtaking you easily, hovering over you so you were propped back against the railing as you made out. You couldn't remember another man ever making you feel so off-balance. So good. So wanted.

You lost track of time with him, in all honesty you lost track of everything. Adrenaline surging through you like a fire that couldn't be extinguished, the two of you like moths drawn to a flame. What you could even call this connection with him? Tension? Chemistry? Lust?

But most of all, you didn't feel like there was an immense pressure hanging over you like it did with your ex. Always needing to maintain the facade that everything was perfect to match the rest of his carefully curated reputation. Fuck, you couldn't remember the last time you just let go—did what you wanted.

"You know," he establishes as the two of you caught your breath. "This is the room I normally sleep in."

"You're such a fucking liar," you retort.

"I am," he instantly concedes. "But I wouldn't mind sleeping in there tonight if you wanted company..."

"Wow," you emphasize playfully. "You get right to the point, huh?"

"What can I say? When I see something I like, I go after it. You can't really fault me on that," he indicates, teasing you over the fact you'd made the first move.

"Are you sure you aren't jet-lagged? Maybe getting a little delirious?" You suggest.

"Maybe," he shrugs. "Think I forgot my teddy bear at home though,"

"Oh my god," you burst out laughing, Rafe smiling warmly at you. "That was awful."

"It was, wasn't it?" He mirrors your amusement, examining you as if you were the most interesting person in the world.

"Are you always this forward?" You question.

"Wow," he mimics your earlier remark. "If I remember correctly, you kissed me, baby. Not my fault I can't get enough."

You'd never met anybody like him. Your ex was definitely the complete opposite—polite, charismatic, like the poster child for the quintessential all-American boy. And while Rafe was still well-off and very good-looking, you could tell there was much more to him than what met the eye. That he'd be a tough one to crack.

"I can't say I throw out awful lines like that a lot," he admits. "But it's not usually this difficult to get girls to agree to let me take them to bed. Especially in my own house."

"Now you're just being presumptuous," you couldn't help but chuckle, not entirely sure why you were turning down his advances. You knew it was the logical choice, especially judging you'd just met and would be living together for the foreseeable future. But your logic was quickly unraveling.

"It's fine. Wouldn't wanna tire you out too soon, anyway." He alludes smugly. "Can I at least get a kiss goodnight?"

"Was all that not enough for you, Cameron?" You taunt him.

"Definitely not," he mutters, letting his eyes rake over your figure.

"Goodnight, Rafe," you drawl.

You got up on your tiptoes, your hands settling on his chest as you pecked his cheek. Unable to get away too fast as he grasped your waist and held you in place, glancing down at you with a fiery smolder. His lips hovering over yours, just the proximity driving you crazy even though you were the one that held leverage.

"Is that really the best you can do?" He protests, giggling at his defiance.

"Goodnight, Rafe," you reiterate, giving in and kissing him gingerly.

You watched as he slipped through the glass door and retreated back through your room. Turning over his shoulder, shooting you a wink and puckering his lips as he made his exit. Leaving you out on the balcony, wondering if you'd just imagined that entire interaction. Knowing it was too good to be true to just be a hallucination.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as he walked away, a desire stirring inside you like no other man had ever provoked. You could tell he would only be trouble, but that only made you more intrigued. And for the first time since you'd gotten to Italy, you felt a noticeable shift. Perhaps Rafe was the distraction you'd been seeking out this whole time.

notes: something i’ve been working on for a min! gonna be a miniseries, i’m still putting it together so the updates won’t be as frequent as my smau but wanted to get this out for you guys! hope you enjoy it 💛

[justevelynnnn]

sudden love.

night crawler x afab!reader (NSFW)

Warnings: Lots of smut in the second half of this…, PiV, oral s//x, reader is written as a female as well as being chubbier, slightly mentions of reader being insecure, mention of reader being tipsy, a bit of profanity at the end

Summary: Here’s what happens when you start working for the x-men as an intern and you run into a blue demon man 💙

Note: Sorry it’s been a million years since i posted but i just got lazy🙁😕😕😕 anyways live, laugh, nightcrawler

You wondered how you got here.

In bed, with the one and only Kurt Wagner. A man who was so focused on being holy and pure…under you, fully naked and eagerly whining. His golden eyes bore into yours as you bounced on him. His tail wrapped around your waist tight. Fingers on each side squishing your thighs…

It might’ve started when you started working for the X-men as an intern. Of course, you first had to pledge to neverrrr share any big secrets you learned or plans shared during meetings. Then you got settled. You had a little office next to Jean Grays’s. Your job was the usual boring intern stuff…following scott around and organizing files and pouring coffee. By week 4, you actually memorized all the x-men’s coffee orders.

Jean Gray liked lattes with a bit of extra sugar. Scott Summers and Logan liked theirs dark. Gross. Morph’s fluctuated, sometimes they wanted a mocha sometimes also dark. Beast liked his coffee extra sugary…

At the end of the day, you didn’t want to necessarily be an X-man. You really just needed some type of job that would except mutants. But they all had a lot of knowledge to share, and you never turned down an opportunity to listen and gain some wisdom.

It wasn’t until you were in charge of setting the danger room schedule when you met him. Did he catch you off guard bamfing behind you? Maybe. Did you feel horrible after especially seeing his tail droop? Yup.

You quickly scrambled to apologize.

“I’m so sorry! You just caught me off guard..!” You say watching him shake his head.

“Oh, it’s fine. I get it a lot. I’m blue..covered in fur…bright yellow eyes…” He says in a nonchalant tone looking at the ground. He also had this strong german accent. He also was possible being sarcastic…

And before you could apologize again he interrupted by introducing himself. His name was Kurt Wagner, or Nightcrawler. Fitting…

You’ve seen him around but mainly in the danger room flipping and bamfing around. He was also ridiculously flexible and you think he has a yoga class? He’s also said to be very devoted to his faith. You then noticed his shiny cross necklace and his golden rosary.

You told him your name and he mentioned seeing you around himself. A sweet little compliment was sprinkled in you guys small talk and then he was gone quicker than he showed up. Though, you still felt bad for your initial reaction to him later that day.

The next time you saw him was a week later in the evening. You just were sitting there reading a book, decompressing after a long day of organizing papers and sending emails, when suddenly BAMF! and now here is Nightcrawler startling you yet again.

“GEEZ!” You shout but not really at him, also dropping your book.

“Am I really that ugly?” Kurt jokes pouting a bit as he perched on the coffee table he landed on.

“No! Just you-“

“Ohhh, it’s fine..i get it..”

He’s clearly joking with you again so you laugh bit. You thank him as he hands you your book and sits next to you. You quietly take in small details of him like his pointed ears or his tail or even the slight indication of pupils in his eyes as he looked at you.

Insert more small talk here and then he’s gone again.

You figured he either really was curious about you or was bored. The idea of him having some crush never crossed your mind. But this was the Nightcrawler we’re talking about! He could have any girl, mutant or human, so why choose an intern? Especially one like you with your thick thighs and plump stomach.

But as time went on, he started to find you daily. He found any reason to speak to you and anything to talk about. Inviting you on evening strolls or even his bible studies which he didn’t mind if you went or not. He taught you how to cook german dishes once and you showed him your favorite hiding spot in the mansion.

It really felt like a spark started. He really grew on you. He was funny, sweet, warm…

His compliments became more frequent too, each one making you blush even more.

Soft touches here and there..

Hugs that lasted longer than the ones before…

Prolonged eye contact…

Then months later the topic of relationships came up. It was embarrassing to admit but you told him you never had one… yet you were a bit shocked to learn he’s had a few back in his day.

“But you’re…?”

“Catholic. I know.”

“And you even..?”

He nods but then smirks. “I was a tad libidinous before…now i just want to…settle. Perhaps even find my soulmate.”

You blush as he stares into your soul on the soulmate part. Could he be referring to..you?

Your time as an intern was wrapping up but everyone loved you so much you just decided to stay. So, you went full time which means more time for you and Kurt to bond. You wondered what they could all mean… his stolen glances and the way he touched you sometimes…

“He likes you.”

“What?!” You say turning around, wide eyed at Jean one evening. Kurt had just bamfed away, but was she standing there the whole time???

“I said, he likes you…a lot.” She smirks. “I know how he gets when he’s in love y’know..i’ve known him for a while.”

“..Love?” You say quietly.

“You’re different too. He’s nervous to say anything.” She slowly comes up next to you and smiles. “But, i can tell you like him a lot too…”

You just blush. Was it really that obvious the whole time?

Could it really be true?

Then, one evening after watching the sunset on the roof and a deep conversation later you two were sharing a bottle of wine. In his words, “It’s fine to indulge in sin sometimes, no?” Probably joking again…

He was big on his faith, for sure. He says it saved him and you could tell. His devotion was admirable.

After the first glass, you already really opened up. Still in your work clothes, but feeling more confident and loose. And by the second, you were a giggling mess. Anything Kurt said either made you blush or laugh. You never felt so alive or comfortable in your skin.

“I wish this could last forever, y’know? This moment…” You sigh as the sun sets. It’s getting darker, the moon getting brighter..stars shining.

“Ja…this was a pretty one. This sunset. ” He agrees with you and scooted closer. “But not as pretty as you, dear.”

“You’re a charmer Kurt…but I dunno…sometimes I wonder why you chose me to spend all your free time with. Like, me specifically. It’s not like I’m one of your gorgeous fan girls..” You play with the hem of your button down vest, it’s untucked now a sign of you being more comfortable.

Kurt doesn’t say anything for a bit. It makes you nervous. So nervous you accidentally pulled a few threads from your vest. You weren’t looking for pity, no. You were genuinely curious. He’s famous, well known. In great shape. Strong morals… It just really bewildered you.

Were you insecure…? Maybe just a bit..who isn’t? You try everyday to be more confident. You were working for the x-men for crying out loud! It was a big deal. But sometimes, you wished you were a bit..different. Slimmer, more graceful even.

“Y/n….” He said finally. It was a soft tone, softer than usual. Gentle…

You don’t say anything but you just look into his eyes.

“I’ve never felt so strongly for a woman before..for anyone before. You truly don’t realize how beautiful you are. Inside and out. There is something magnetic about you that draws me to you…” He takes your hand and kisses it. Your heart explodes. No one has ever talked you like this before.

“Kurt…”

“I’ve been thinking about asking for a while…getting to know you for these past several months has been memorable. I feel we’re forming a strong connection. One that can last is years…y/n, would I…be wrong to ask you to be mine?”

Everything happened so quickly next.

You drunkenly kissed him after he asked you that. In your head that was an answer. You immediately regretted it, feeling you stepped out of line but before you could apologize he kissed you right back. And passionately. Like it’s all he’s ever wanted to do. It was getting dark now and bit chilly honestly but the heat of his body against yours kept you warm enough.

Then instead of a hard roof, you were suddenly on a softer surface. A bed.

Kurt’s bed. In Kurt’s room.

“Is it okay?” He asked panting as he pulled back and saw you realize what had happened. “Being here..I mean..”

“Are we gonna…?” You say also panting.

“Do you want to?”

You think for a moment. Were you really going to lose your virginity to an Xman?

He already has a condom in hand by the time you nod. He pulls off his shirt exposing his furry toned torso. He softly kisses you again and you hum. You wondered if it was the alcohol or the way his hands felt on your body was making you feel so good. You allowed him to slowly take off your clothes. Piece by piece.

He was gentle with removing everything, but carelessly threw them on the ground behind him once it was off.

He stopped admired you once you were fully undressed. It made you want to hide behind your hands. The pure look of lust he had in his eyes…eyes that glistened at this point.

He traced a finger along your curves and folds, stopping to kiss some parts. You never felt this way before. It was like he was worshiping you.

He knew you were inexperienced so he took his time. When he was between your legs getting you ready he was ever so tender. He fingered you ever so slowly. Whispering praises as you took his finger because with him one was honestly enough. Then his head was between your thighs as he licked your folds delicately as well, savoring each swipe of his tongue. He had a way of making your legs shake, your back bend and you to sing his name.

When he felt you were ready for him he ever so teasingly slow rolled the condom on and inched slowly inside of you. Of course he made sure you were ready before he started to enter you. It did hurt a bit at first, like an intense stretch with some pressure. It definitely took a while especially given..his size.

But he was patient, and gentle and understanding.

Then he started thrusting. And thrusting. And groaning and moaning and gripping and kissing. The whole bed moved as the two of you moved. He thrusted slowly but deeply, pulling out completely and thrusting his whole length back inside you.

At some point your eyes were rolling to the back of your head. You swore you saw heaven as he hit a spot on the inside.

Every part of you burned hot with pleasure. You barely registered your own orgasm several minutes later and he licked a spot he bit on your neck moments before. He didn’t finish long after, plopping next to you panting. His tail laid across you on purpose. He then smiled goofily at you like he didn’t just have you under him seeing star’s minutes ago.

Your skin was sticky and your legs ached.

But you weren’t done.

You flipped him over and climbed on top of him. He was stunned, but let you as he was once again mesmerized by your nude body. He was a sucker for breasts.

You felt dominant as you straddles him with your thick thighs, positioned him with your entrance and slowly sunk down. Again, it was a stretch at first. Kurt was definitely blessed in the manhood department, but this was a position you knew about from before and you knew it was for more experienced people. Yet, it could’ve been the liquid courage too.

As you started to move, Kurt unraveled. That confident horny man from an hour ago? The one who had you nearly cumming in his mouth from slow flicks with his tongue? Or, hell, a single wink after some dirty joke?

Well, now he’s ready to bust himself from any simple moment you make. His hands rest in the sides of your hips as he helped you but you still did most of the work. Now slightly bouncing more and quicker after growing more confident.

This is who you thought Kurt to be. It’s nice to see this shy and submissive version of him. He tilted his head back as you wiggle against his pelvis. You can see his Adam’s apple bob as he held back.

It was mesmerizing to watch him come undone too. The way his mouth was parted, intoxicating noises escaping him. The way his dark hair stuck to his damp fur on his forehead. The way his cheeks darkened ever so slightly from being dominated…

It wasn’t long before he came again. His moans louder this time. Even drawing out your name.

You laid on top of him, knees even more achey than before, heart pumping so hard you swore he could feel it or even hear it.

You two stayed like that for a while. This time done for real. Both exhausted but utterly satisfied.

Kurt eventually helped clean up. He wiped you gently with a damp towel and gave you an oversized shirt to wear to cover up. Even getting you water after you used his bathroom.

“That was…hm..” Kurt said quietly laying next to you once everything was cleaned.

“It was fucking incredible.” You responded quietly. Inside you kept asking yourself…how did this happen?

“..Ja…” He sighs. “Wanna make this a weekly event?”

And after this? How could one not not agree?

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WoT 3x02 Deep Dive (book spoilers addition)

Any and all thoughts that strayed into book spoilers territory will be found here. Spoilers through A Memory of Light, just to be safe.

The funniest possible thing that show could do is simply never clarify whether or not Moiraine and Elayne are related. We'll probably know soon enough whether or not they plan to, because either we'll hear about Tigraine's son that she left behind to go into the Aiel Waste or we won't and if they don't hint about Galad then, there doesn't seem much of a point to do it in the future, since Rand's story never actually crosses Galad's, and he left Tar Valon before the princes arrived.

In the books, I believe that the House Trakand symbol is a silver keystone, which I don't see any evidence of in the throne room, but perhaps Andor's symbol overrides that. I don't know how royalty works, lol.

The Houses that we see here are all Houses that are staunchly anti-Trakand once we get to our on-page Succession War in the books, I believe, and the show did such a good job showing how Morgase's short-terms gains with her ruthlessness here may lead to a much harder fight for her daughter to claim the throne, as no matter what Elayne says, her rivals have reason to believe that their lives are forfeit because they put their names in first (and since Elayne is not around when the Succession Crisis begins, they might well believe that they've been trapped and locked in once she shows up).

For the people who are uncertain about Morgase's characterization -- it's heavily implied that Thom killed Taringail (Galad's dad) for Morgase (it might even be said outright; I don't recall at the moment). She was not against a spot of assassination when she believed it necessary. I do wonder if maybe Elayne is going to learn some unsavory things about her mother when she meets Thom later this season (I believe there is the tiniest clip of them together in the trailer at the end of ep1). Genuinely, I think anyone who would put in their name for a throne and fight a war for it... is probably capable of the sorts of things that Morgase does in the cold open of this episode.

I am also seeing the vision of... okay, Trakand politics are cutthroat and so are Seanchan politics (politics in general...) but one thing that might end up being a huge difference is how Elayne is protected and sheltered and adored as the heir who has had no need to prove herself worthy of the title (until she herself decides she needs to earn it) vs the Imperial family fighting it out and killing each other off. Elayne has no rivals inside her own family. She's had nothing but love and protection from her family, sometimes so much love and protection that it stifles and smothers her. So that might end up being a huge point of contrast between Elayne & Tuon, if we're able to catch a glimpse into the Court of the Nine Moons and the family dynamics of the Imperial Blood.

Everyone else has already noted the variations in the two brothers' uniforms, I'm sure, but -- Gawyn has on red trousers (and he chooses Elaida/the Red Ajah) while Galad has on white trousers (and he chooses the Whitecloaks). Very neat bit of visual foreshadowing that would mean absolutely nothing to people who don't already have an idea about their potential future paths.

So! Gawyn is still First Prince of the Sword and Galad is 'of House Trakand' but listed as 'Galad Damodred' in the credits. That's all pretty interesting. Again, the funniest thing would just be to never clarify any of these family relationships, but I am definitely curious about what choice the show will make.

Bets on whether or not Morgase is gonna survive? I think she's going to die, for a few different reasons.

her subplot meanders around mostly to give us insight into plotlines that we can just do a cold open about in the show

her subplot begins to feel like pointless trauma after pointless trauma at a certain point

it just feels silly for under 20 year old Elayne to stay the Queen once we all know that her mom is still alive

it will make it less silly that Gawyn holds his mother's death against Rand if Morgase is actually dead

Elayne standing up to Morgase here to forge her own path feels like a strong note for their relationship to end on

So, yeah, I feel like she will probably bite it in the show.

Galad's mild disparagement of the Aes Sedai here makes me feel like he's already been reading the Children of the Light sourcebook, but another possibility is that this is something being influenced by Rahvin, who likely is trying to subtly encourage discord between Andor and the White Tower.

"There's almost nothing we can do for afflictions of the mind."

Set-up for Nynaeve's future arc! She's gonna be the one to figure it out! I really like her trying to help Mat with his mind as foreshadowing for her cracking how to heal the Dark One's madness on male channelers' minds. That's really elegantly done.

I do wonder how much the show is going to dive into the potential parallels between Rand's past life haunting him and all of Mat's past lives haunting him. They deliberately changed Mat's storyline to make it more closely match Rand's, making it his own memories instead of the lives of random soldiers/generals. The most obvious reason to make their situations even more similar is so that Rand has someone to talk to about his Lews Therin situation, because we don't have the benefit of an interior monologue, the way that the books do.

Obviously, the earliest we would possibly explore that would be season four, but that's the most obvious reason I can think of to make this specific change in the way that Mat's memories work. Mat's storyline at the end of s2 didn't need for him to be an actual Hero of the Horn for it to work. That was a choice that the show made. It was a gorgeous choice; that scene makes me cry, but when they've made changes like that to the lore in the past, it's paid off narratively. Will this be the same?

In the books, Egwene and Aviendha had developed a fairly close friendship by this point and were calling each other near-sisters during their time together in the Waste, which definitely hasn't happened in the show yet. There really wasn't space for it in the earlier episodes but I hope that we do see them becoming friends as they go through some Wise One training together. Hopefully Egwene won't be too separated out as 'dreamwalker only'. Egwene has been separated from all her friends this season (just as Rand has) and her relationship with Rand is... yeah.

So she could really use a friend.

Aviendha taking a moment to stare at Rand before she complains about him not being Aiel enough: classic Aviendha.

"those who call themselves Aiel" I just realized that the prophecy contains an epic burn against the Aiel because of them breaking the Way of the Leaf. These people who dare to call themselves Aiel even though they don't follow the old ways of peace! Never noticed that before, though I'm pretty sure this prophecy is straight from the books.

So... the show wanting to explore this idea of Rand going mad and killing his lover might be part of why Rand & Egwene's relationship has been drawn out past the point when they broke things off for the last time in the books. That's perhaps not a theme you want to touch on during his actual endgame relationships; it's something you want him to be able to deal with first, so that he can go into those relationships maybe with more control over himself emotionally. I do wonder if this is building up to showing us Ilyena's death, but I'm unsure if we'll get that this season. The promo has implied that we'll get to see Ishamael, because he was on the glass columns promo poster, and we know we'll get at least one Age of Legends flashback in the columns of Rhuidean (with Mierin). Will Ishamael be there or will we get a second AoL flashback in 3x08, as has been tradition so far?

Anyway, Alanna obviously isn't a Darkfriend, but I am curious both about how quickly she got to the Two Rivers and why she's there. It gets confirmed for us in 3x03 that Maksim doesn't know why they're there either, so it's a proper in-show mystery right now.

So, Elaida's timeline... not sure I have it on lock-down yet, and how it interacts with Siuan's. Did Elaida try to become Amyrlin while she was already working as Morgase's advisor? Siuan didn't have any drive to try to become Amyrlin Seat until after she and Moiraine received the prophecy about Rand, and it looks like Elayne is only a year or so younger than Rand (Rand was born "twenty years ago" in s1, Elayne was born "twenty years ago" in s3), so did Siuan go straight for the Amyrlin Seat as quickly as possible after the Aiel War? Since she and Moiraine were already established Blue Sisters in the show at that point, it's plausible. If that's the case, then Elaida may have bounced to Andor directly after losing the Seat to Siuan.

Verin... "warns" Siuan here about Elaida being "well-liked" which... does not actually seem to be the case when we see Elaida trying to get in good with the rest of the Red Ajah. Is this Verin following an instruction from Lanfear? We know that she does still need to act as Black Ajah in order to preserve her cover with them. And she was the one who appears to have scooped up Min from Cairhien and brought her back to the White Tower.

No forcefemmed Min here, which I was really glad about. Stuffing Min into a dress and forcing her to be high femme and ditzy was not a super-fun note for me in the books. If we do get Rand-Min in the future (depending on if we get renewals and potentially on how long the show runs in total, since if they only get 5 or 6 seasons, they may just do avirandlayne and not try to introduce a fourth person into the mix), I think we can pretty sure that she won't do all the weird "Men Like This Stuff" changes to her appearance and behavior that she does in the books to try to entice Rand.

If Verin is reporting to Lanfear, then Lanfear also knows about all the viewings that Min has been seeing about fighting and death inside the White Tower.

Siuan mentioning Nynaeve as a potential weakness for Liandrin. I have been pondering the idea of Liandrin perhaps dying in the fight against Moghedien, to save Nynaeve's life. This might be a hint towards that.

So... is Fain currently leading the Trollocs, or is it 'Lord Luc' who is doing that? I could glance at imdb to find out when Padan Fain's actor is appearing in the show, but I will refrain, lol.

The Bair/Amys merging situation and the confusion around it is definitely interesting and a little bit odd. I wonder why they couldn't just change Bair's name to Amys after they realized they couldn't have both. Was it a legal issue with the contract that the actress had signed? Because this is absolutely just straight-up Amys wearing a nametag that says "Bair".

Ah, Matrim Cauthon. I have strong feelings about the way this name was used in the last few books. Namely, one of the biggest tells of a for-sure Brandon Sanderson scene was someone using "Matrim" who'd never used it before. I suspect because Sanderson felt like it was a more "fantasy appropriate" name than just Mat. In the Jordan books, it gets used very sparingly and is fairly effective to show either formality or annoyance (towards Mat), but in the Sanderson books, everyone and their fish uses "Matrim" and it kinda loses its power.

This scene with Siuan definitely makes me feel like if the show decides to take it that direction, having Siuan be there with Mat to save Moiraine would be really awesome.

The scene between Morgase and Elayne reminds me of one of the beats that we get much later in the books, after the two of them reunite, with Morgase admiring how Elayne handled a political situation. Another reason that I suspect Rahvin might really kill her in this one (or, a horrifying thought that just occurred to me, Compel Galad to do it and that's the reason that Galad ends up running off to the Whitecloaks? We have the precedent of Andoran families killing their own Head of House, here in this cold open)

Tigraine name drop! Very soon before we're about to learn more about Tigraine in Rhuidean! Very exciting! I do note no mention of Galad being Tigraine's son here, where it might have been natural for it to be mentioned.

I do like the show explicitly connecting Tigraine's disappearance with Morgase's ascendance -- while Tigraine being told to go to the Waste was primarily for Rand's birth, Elayne does end up being pretty important to the events of the Pattern as well, and is a key figure in the Last Battle in her role of Queen of Andor/Cairhien (though maybe just Andor in the show).

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Heeey, I did a thing! This is the first meeting of DD Stan and @tinfoil-jones 's Jerk Ford. This would be a little over a year after THE PORTALING. Stan had been marooned on a dinosaur planet for a year after he crash-landed the ship he "found." He fucking hates that planet so much. XD I'm putting this up here because I don't have, nor care to make an AO3 account. XD Big thanks to TJ for giving feedback and supplying diologue and reactions for Jerk Ford, and coming up with this with me!

Also, I haven't WRITTEN written anything in over 10 years. I'm a bit rusty. XD

(Woof, did this entire thing on my phone. XD As per custom, here's your @, @localcanadiancreature62.)

STAN PINES, SEPTEMBER 1983

DIMENSION DESIGNATION: H512'12

Stan looked at his ship, sighing in frustration. He couldn't believe he finally, FINALLY got off the godforsaken fucking Dinosaur Planet just to crash-land. Again.

Fuck.

Well, it wasn't HIS fault he didn't ACTUALLY know how to fly a spaceship. A year ago, he didn't even know any of this was possible. It's a miracle he managed to get the damned thing in the air, honestly. That could be counted as an accomplishment, right?

...GODDAMNIT. Where the fuck even was he?

He'd crashed a few miles outside of a city, but he had no idea what planet this was. It looked pretty...modern. Hopefully this one wasn't run by bitchy velociraptors with giant sticks up their asses. Speaking of Velociraptors...

Stan looked down at his throbbing leg, and the blood soaking through his jeans. Yep, that tracks. Great, his wound got ripped open. Fantastic.

Becoming more vexed by the minute, he took his torn, stained and faded hoodie off and ripped off the left sleeve, and wrapped it around the wound. His Archaeopteryx, Stevie, currently the size of a parrot, perched on the ground beside him, giving him anxious chirps.

"No, hon, I'll be okay. Don't worry about Dad. It's just a Velociraptor scratch. Fuckin' Gene, that dick. 'Please keep your Cycad plants trimmed back, Stan. Oooh, looks like your grass is getting tall. My wife can see into your house, Stan. Can you put up a curtain?'" He said in a mocking tone. "Well MAYBE Sharon should keep her goddamn eyes to herself! You think I didn't notice she was CONVENIENTLY doing dishes at the exact time I was bathing myself and washing my ONE FUCKING OUTFIT BECAUSE I COULDN'T GET ANY MORE CLOTHES ON THAT PLANET?!" Stan's voice became louder until he was yelling. Stevie stared at him and let out a single chirp.

"...Yeah, you're right. I'm just mad because I crashed, AGAIN. And I...think I cracked a rib. And I'm pretty sure that cut I got from Gene is getting infected. That nasty little shit and his dirty fucking claws. Clean your nails, Gene!" Stevie hissed at him. Stan sighed.

"Right. Hey, hand me my backpack, Kiddo." Stevie grabbed his large black backpack in her claws and flew it up to him. He slung it gingerly over his left shoulder, wincing in pain. Stevie perched on his shoulder and pressed her beak to the side of his head, chirping softly. Stan reached up and gently scritched her head as he began walking toward the city. As they neared it, Stevie squawked and ruffled her feathers.

"No, I'm fine. I don't need a hospital." She squawked angrilly at him. "Okay, JESUS. If it'll make you feel better, go see if there's a hospital here. NOT a vet clinic! I refuse to get treated by another Compy Veterinarian. He did NOT know how to anesthetize humans. I. Felt. EVERYTHING." Stevie chirped, then flew off toward mass of buildings ahead of him, leaving Stan alone. In a strange city. On a strange planet. He watched Stevie shift to the size of a Great Dane as she weaved in and out of buildings.

Stan walked along a sidewalk, dodging the few people who were out, hoping Stevie would come back soon. Meanwhile, maybe he'd go find some food. Or new clothes. He was NOT looking forward to the looks of disdain he knew he'd get at his long, frizzy, curly hair and full, unkempt beard. You try living on a humid ass dinosaur planet with NO shampoo or barbers.

A shop door opened ahead of him, and out walked a man who was about his height with brown hair. He was looking at a device in his hand, the light from it reflecting off of his...glasses.

Oh god. Oh fuck.

Stan could recognize that stupid fucking face anywhere. It was his face.

A flood of emotions washed over Stan as he stopped in his tracks. Pain, anger, and annoyingly, a modicum of HAPPINESS at seeing his brother again, a familiar face after being marooned by himself on an alien planet for a year. Oh fuck that! Happy? Why the fuck should he be HAPPY to see the piece of shit that left him for dead in Space?!

His brother looked up with a scowl on his face, but didn't react. He almost seemed to be looking through Stan, as if Stan was an obstacle.

FUCK. THAT.

"What are you doing here , Fucker?!" Stan yelled, his pain forgotten as he marched up to him and blocked the other man's path.

Stanford PJC311 became instantly visibly annoyed at the obstruction.

"Not stinking up the place like you are. What the fuck do YOU think, BITCH?!" He spat out, immediately matching Stan's aggression. Stan snarled and snatched a fistful of Stanford's trenchcoat, gripping the lapels so hard his knuckles were turning white.

"What the fuck did you just say to me, shithead?!" He growls, enraged at this petulant piece of shit. Who the fuck does he think he is?! He thinks he can talk to Stan like that after what he did?!

Something gave him a second of pause, though. The way Ford spoke was...odd. It was faster than usual. The way he said the words sounded less...pretentious. The inflections were different. And was that...a bit of their Jersey accent he caught? The same accent that Ford worked SO hard to hide in High School because he didn't want to sound stupid? And since when did Ford insult people like that?

Stanford shoved a hand against Stan's chest to push him away. "If you're looking for 'your' Ford, it isn't me. So get lost. Or, judging by that look on your face, even more lost."

Stan scoffed loudly, his anger rising even more. "Fuck you and your delusional, manipulative bullshit, Stanford. I just spent a year getting chased, almost eaten, and treated like shit by ACTUAL FUCKING DINOSAURS because of you, so go fuck yourself!" Stanford looked unamused by Stan's outburst.

"What, you want me to feel bad for you? We've all been through some shit out here. I've got my own problems to deal with." He placed the device in his hand into one of the pockets of his trenchcoat, then reached into the other and pulled out a different device. He pushed a button and the device scanned Stan, then clicked.

"But if it'll shut your whiny ass up, right now we are in Dimension-50; it says here on this scanner that your dimensional frequency is H512'12. You are not in your original dimension, which is Dimension-H512'12. If it's easier for you to understand; you're in a whole different universe than one you came from.

You're mistaking me for your Stanford. And that's gonna happen a lot, because hundreds of us were exiled into the multiverse about a year ago. I'm guessing you're one of those variants of Stanley who switched places. Not as common, but not unheard of."

"Now leave me alone, I'm not gonna entertain some temper tantrum." Stan stopped, inwardly reeling from this information. He was hesitant to believe this jackass; how did he know this wasn't his brother and was just fucking with him? But..the way he talked was very unlike his Ford. And his entire demeanor was weird. Maybe ...maybe he WAS a different Stanford. Stan could feel the anger subside as panic seeped in to fill the void. Not wanting to let this dickwad know that Stan was...considering what he was saying, he flipped Stanford off and shoved past him.

What a sobering thought. There were more Fords? This one was such a dick. What if...what if the other ones were worse? Were there Fords that would kill him? What would they do to Stevie? Would they treat her like a fucking science experiment? Would they sacrifice her to that stupid triangle?

How was he going to get out of here?

Stan turned a corner into an alleyway, took his backpack off, dropping it to the ground, and slumped against a wall as he finally succumbed to the sleep deprivation, paranoia and fear that had been threatening to rise to the surface for a year. He swallowed against the painful knot in his throat.

What if he never got home? Even if he did find home, would it be his home? Would it be filled with monsters? What if he found his family, but they weren't his family? What if he found his home, but it wasn't right? Some nightmare version of his home?

He startled at the feeling of a cold, scaley beak gently pressing against his head. Suddenly, he was aware of his own heavy, clipped breathing. He took a few deep, shakey breaths before addressing Stevie. He put on a small, false smile. It didn't reach his eyes.

"Hey Kiddo. You find anything?" Stevie squawked softly at him and pushed some gauze, disinfectant, bandaids ibuprofin and some water at him. Stan chuckled. "The hospital's a block away, huh? Yeah, I don't think I'm gonna make it there today. Thanks, Sweetie, this'll be good for now."

Stan stood up shakily, took the sleeve off of his leg, undid his pants and shoved them down past the wound. He was long past being embarrassed about 'public nudity'. He grabbed the disinfectant, removed the seal, and poured it over the wound, hissing through clenched teeth. Then he grabbed the gauze and began wrapping his leg.

Once he was done, he pulled his pants back up and opened the bottle of ibuprofin, popping a couple and downing them with a few gulps of water. He left the cap off and offered the rest of the water to Stevie. She chirped at him, shaking her feathers.

"Stevie, you haven't had any water since we left, either. Come on." Stevie looked at him, then shifted size so she was small enough to stick her beak in and drink. "Good girl." Stan said, slumping back against the wall and closing his eyes as he waited for the ibuprofin to kick in.

Stevie finished the water, set Stan's backback upright against the wall, then shifted to a larger size as she perched on the edge of a dumpster next to Stan, so that she could survey the area and keep Stan's safe.

Later that night, Stevie awoke to the sound of rustling. She looked around blearily and saw a man who sortof looked like her Dad but was wearing weird clothes kneeling down in front of her Dad's backpack. Her Dad was still asleep against the wall. She let out a quiet, curious chirp. The man who looked like her dad pulled a dead rat out of his labcoat poket and tossed it at Stevie.

Stevie caught the rat in her claws and inspected it. Ooo, treats! She gripped it and ripped the head off, swallowing it whole as she eyed the Not Dad rubbing leaves all over her Dad's backpack. She tilted her head curiously as she ripped parts of the body off and swallowed. Not Dad finished what he was doing and left.

Stevie went up to the backpack and investigated it. It smelled a little familiar, but she couldn't place it. She chirped, then flew back to the dumpster to keep watch until her Dad woke up. She wasn't going to fall asleep again. She wasn't. She was going to watch her Dad and not fall asleep.

The next morning, Stevie was woken by Stan gently scritching her head. Stan had his backpack on and looked like he was ready to go. "Stevie, let's get going, hon. My rib's really fucking bugging me." Stevie chirped and fluttered over to his shoulder.

As Stan walked, he began to notice some itching on his back. He ignored it for a bit, but the more he walked and sweat, the more it itched. He reached back under his shirt to scratch and his nails ran over a series of raised bumps. As he scratched, his back itched more. Then he noticed itching on his fingertips, too.

"God, what the FUCK!" He yelled, ripping off his backpack as the itching became quickly unbearable.

Oooh, poison Sumac. That's what that was. That was a rare treat back home. Stevie picked Stan and his backpack up and flew him the rest of the way to the hospital.

[cowboy-robooty]

Nobody understands me when i say that Japan's character growth in his quest for love is that he needs to learn to appreciate and feel grateful for the relationships and love he already has and through that learn to be satisfied with the Best Friend love he has with America. THEY ALWAYS THINK THAT THIS IS A BAD ENDING FOR JAPAN OR SOME SORT OF PUNISHMENT..... NO THE FUCK? WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?

I actually really love Japan hes one of my favorite characters and because i love him so much im acutely aware of how hes lowkey a bad person LOL. His entire shtick is that he's polite and sidesteps any sort of conflict and acts very Japanese of course, but in his head he has ruthless thoughts about others that he wouldn't dare to say outloud. it has been shown that although japan would never admit it because it's a very uncomfortable thing to face, he is in essence looking down on everyone internally. Because refusing to be honest with others out of politeness is always going to be partially because "you aren't worth the potential conflict involved with stepping closer to me". He also has a tendency to build up ideas of people in his head and then desire that idea rather than the actual person. Like how he thought highly of italy before their first meeting and his fantasies of being bros with mf switzerland wwwww. Once he actually knows these people his idea is broken and he becomes disillusioned until he either A) goes his separate way or B) slowly grows to like them as the person they are. And because of this trait he is totally the type who keeps thinking that the grass is greener on the other side. Bro is the type of guy who spends too much time mulling over all the hang ups he has with the people close to him and get attached to the idea of a perfect person who wouldn't have all these annoying bad traits. I think Japan also has a more traditional mindset about relationships as in hes not the type who has ever really thought about every form of love people experience is inherently unique. He probably subscribes to the social norm of thinking that romantic love is the "final form" of love and thats why hes on his quest to date somebody because it's a mix of thinking that he needs that in his life to complete it and also just wanting somebody to fuck without being a whore in his head. Thats why he always fucking fails because hell never be able to secure a proper relationship cuz people cant read his mind and he doesn't realize that you cant be close to somebody unless you let them know what you really think even if you disagree. I think Italy is his strongest romantic crush ever by a large margin because italy is one of the few people who he met and went omg what the fuck *ranks italy down to dislike*. But over time because they're in the same gang he was forced to keep interacting and learned to love the person italy is in a more genuine sense because he was already aware and acknowledged the flaws he has. I think this is also why America is Japans absolute best friend ever. Because even stronger than italy japan straight up fucking hated this bitch and was like PLEASE GOD JUST LEAVE ME ALONEEEEE. and now theyre super tight bros because japan learned to love americas virtues as well of course but their relationship is special because japan would only ever be fully ruthless and transparent in his thoughts to america. he would only ever tell america "DONT YOU WANT TO STOP BEING SUCH A FATASS ALL THE TIME?" only with america would he be honest and go "no. i dont want to eat this disgusting cotton candy fruitti tootie ice cream flavor what is wrong with you why would you ever chose that when you KNOW you'll be sharing this ice cream with another person" if anybody else did this hed be like "ah.. ermm.... uh.... maybe.. we'd like to choose something else-" *cut to him paying for a 5 gallon tub of cotton candy fruitti tootie ice cream*. But anyways America is asexual in my truth and isn't interested in romantic love but for him being best friends is the highest form of platonic love for him and perfectly fulfilling. I think Japan also feels the highest form of platonic love for America and can be fulfilled by this but it's only his own inability to appreciate what he has in front of him that holds him back. Because he thinks well thats just my best friends its not the same thing as a BOYFRIEND that he thinks it isn't enough even though it really is.

I also think that Japan had a crush on America but it got shot down IMMEDIATELY and thats why his biggest crush is on italy because italy prefers to pretend he doesn't know (cuz he likes japan paying for all his meals) and just lets japan continue to grow his fantasy LOL WHAT A CRUEL GUY!! I don't think japans crush on america is a big deal either because americas response was like "WHOA DUDE... IM MAD FLATTERED BUT UH.. WELL.... YOU'RE A LITTLE TOO LACKING IN THIS DEPARTMENT FOR MY TASTES BROSKI *taps Japan's chest* WE STILL DOWN FOR FORTNITE LATER?". But yes, does this make more sense now? It's not a punishment that japan isn't mean to find what hes seeking because really even if he found romantic love hed just become disillusioned again. hes in love with the idea of dating somebody not actually dating them and is happiest when he learns through the power of best broship that he already has a sincere genuine connection right there with him.

As for the sexual dysfunction part. that is his actual eternal curse. Sorry I couldn't mention it before because people would see that keyword and disregard everything else i was explaining. Emotional relationship wise he is fine but i do believe in his past life he was the meteor that killed the dinosaurs or maybe had isekai crimes or some shit that has made it so in his current life he is cursed to never seme. It is the price he pays for his past sins. But its ok tho because japan is a freaky ass hentai guy and tbh he does not care much about emotional attachment in regards to sex like thats two different things for him ok he's my gooning god and will always be crying and screaming because nobody will wear a sailor uniform with cat ears and let him seme. uke as a result of negative karma

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You have been doing a lot of mdzs meta lately do you think wwx would’ve went out of his way to help wen Qing and her family if he wasn't indebted to wn?

Personally think he wouldn’ve been like lwj obviously understanding it’s wrong but not being able to do anything for them

ooh, nice question! it’s a tricky one because alot of the plot itself would change by not having wen qing and wen ning meet wei wuxian. would jc stay coreless? would wei wuxian’s core be melted by wen zhuliu regardless and would he still be overpowered by wen chao and thrown in the burial mounds?

i’m gonna assume these plot points are fulfilled in some alternate manner or that they are changed, but in a way that the net outcome remains more or less the same. i’m also gonna assume that he’s still met wen ning at the archery competition and that is the only interaction he’s had with the wen siblings, because that actually doesn’t take away from the main idea of your question.

and so my answer to this is a resounding YES. yes, he would still go out of his way to help the wens. i say this because wei wuxian advocating for the wens wasn’t just about debts—infact, i’ve covered how at the time when wen qing came to seek his help, the debts between the two of them were considered to be fulfilled [when wei wuxian had bid her farewell, carrying jiang cheng on his back, wen qing had told him this: “no matter how this war ends, we do not owe each other anything from now on. our debts are cleared.”]—but it was about doing the right thing. wei wuxian has consistently been someone to act in matters where he thinks something wrong is taking place, regardless of his personal connections to the victims. he took a brand for mianmian whom he shared a superficial relationship with at best. he offered to carry lan wangji when no one wanted to ruffle any feathers at the indoctrination camp. he tried to help su she from drowning despite not knowing the guy. he went out of his way to help wen ning despite the wens being established as the asshole sect by then anyway. when he was resurrected, he was willing to risk bring revealed so he could help the lan juniors whom he met that very day. i could honestly go on for quite a bit more but i’ll stop. because the point i’m trying to illustrate is that wei wuxian helping the wen remnants was tied significantly more to his own morals and values and about doing what was right than repaying any debts.

as such, if he encountered wen qing the way he did at the end of book three, and she made her case and asked for his help, he would atleast consider her words and once he gets the stories straight, still do what he did in canon. perhaps, people would be even more baffled—especially jiang cheng—when it came to his motivation behind helping them because they could not fathom him going to such lengths for people he had no connections with and were his opponents during the war but again, wei wuxian would not care, like he didn’t in canon. it’s not like the sect leaders understood the whole debt-angle in canon, anyway. and i honestly saw it more of a bargaining chip wei wuxian was using to atleast get jc to be more sympathetic towards the wens and not a commentary on his personal motivation for why he was so staunchly behind the wens.

also, i think this perspective of wei wuxian about wen qing would help immensely:

“The sins of the Wen Clan are not ours to bear. Wei Ying, don’t look at me like that. Every debt has its own debtor. I’m the Chief Officer here in Yiling, but I was ordered to assume the post. I am a doctor, and I have never killed anyone—much less have the blood of your Jiang Clan on my hands!”

That was the truth. Wei Wuxian had never heard of Wen Qing killing anyone, only that people hoped she’d take over for their regions. Wen Qing was one of the rare Wens who acted and behaved normally. Her reputation had always been decent, and sometimes she could even put in a good word for others with Wen Ruohan.

wen qing, too, had a reputation that preceded herself and wei wuxian looked upon this favourably or atleast, neutrally. he would 100% still help her once he confirmed things for himself and would be sympathetic towards the wen remnants.