#i love how all three of us one way or another have T-posed in this post

[disastrouscanasta]

Happy Happy Happy exchange day to my new pal @guarnerepdf, whom I very unfortunately accidentally revealed my identity to, but the point of the exchange is to interact, and we did plenty of that :)

As such, here is part one of your gift, aka the fic portion!

(part 2, aka the completely unrelated web weave)

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No One Can Deny by Disastrous_Canasta on Ao3

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Rating: T / Pairing: Luztoye & Bill/Fran / Bill Guarnere CENTRIC. Man this was just about him, I'll be honest / 3769 words

Joe was a long suffering bastard, though. The sonofabitch wouldn’t bring it up first in any universe. It was Bill’s job to pry it out of him, not as his senior NCO, but as his friend.

“You’d tell me if something was the matter, wouldn’t ya?” He asked, sincere and as patient as he could manage.

OR

Bill has known Joe Toye for years, through thick and thin, from Georgia all the way to Belgium and back to the States. It's not lost on him that his friend is acting differently.

***

He’d gotten so used to looking out for the other guys on the front lines, Bill didn’t even realise he was doing it, not anymore.

Bill scoured every letter that passed through his hands, every phone call, every mention, every little visit from the other guys, just to be sure. They weren’t in danger now, not from shellings, bullets or the like. But civilian life posed its own challenges, Bill knew that more than anyone else.

Somehow, it still surprised him when Joe Toye of all people started acting strange. Strange was an odd word, especially when it came to Joe. He wasn’t jumping at the walls or anymore determined than he usually was– And Bill would know, he’d spent months on end sitting in a hospital bed next to the fucker– he was just… Strange.

“You’re not making any sense.” Fran told him over coffee, the morning he tried to explain it. “Are you sure the doctor’s didn’t forget to put a piece of metal in your brain?”

“Oh, har-har.” He said, skewering a piece of scrambled eggs with his fork. They were perfect, lightly salted, fluffy, warm, nothing like the Army rations had been. Shacking up with Fran had been good for a lot of things, true love, for one, good cooking for another. “You’ll fit right in with the guys, with that attitude.”

“I plan to.” Fran sipped from her cuppa, still piping hot, the way she liked it, one spoonful of sugar, no milk. “What’re you on about?”

“Joe Toye. He’s acting all weird!”

“He seemed fine last I saw him.” Fran said. Bill had invited Joe over for dinner and beer last Thursday, just like he always did. And Joe accepted, just like he always did. Still waiting on their army pensions, there wasn’t much else for them to do. “Just as grouchy.”

“See! That’s the thing, he’s grouchy, sure. But there’s something else to it.”

“What else?”

“Hell, I dunno!”

Fran shot him a look from behind her cup as she took another drink. How that thing didn’t burn all the way down, Bill had no idea. He stirred his own coffee, equal parts milk and sugar.

“I’m sure you’re right.” Fran conceded.

“I’ll have him over.” Bill said. “When can we have him over?”

Fran didn’t even bother to look up at the quaint little calendar that was hung up on the kitchen wall. “Thursday.”

“Yeah, ‘course.”

**

“Have I got something on my face?” Joe asked, after a long, drawn out moment between them. They were sitting at the kitchen table, Bill’s favourite place for conversations like this, it seemed. They’d had a roast beef for dinner, all three of them, but Fran had wandered away at some point to leave Bill alone with Joe. They hadn’t coordinated it, but it was well executed. Sometimes Bill genuinely wondered if Fran should have employed her skills for the good of the Nation– she could have been a spy, a WAC, hell, she could have jumped into Normandy with the best of them.

“No,” Bill said. He thought long and hard, scanning Joe’s face for any signs of obvious discomfort, resignation, or anything that could give him away.

“You’re just gonna keep looking at me like that?”

When Bill didn’t answer, Joe just sighed, dropping his gaze down to the bottle of beer that Bill had given him. A few years at war with a fellow got you awfully relaxed, even around any weird tendencies. He’d shared a foxhole with Joe once or twice, showered next to him. Things that wouldn’t fly with other folks barely made soldiers bat an eye.

Maybe it was something superficial, in that case, it was part of Bill’s responsibility as Joe’s T. Sergeant– Well, not anymore. But something about it still lingered. If Joe was hurting, if there was something wrong, some shrapnel left under his skin, something wrong with his amputation– Well, Bill couldn’t let that go unaddressed.

Joe was a long suffering bastard, though. The sonofabitch wouldn’t bring it up first in any universe. It was Bill’s job to pry it out of him, not as his senior NCO, but as his friend.

“You’d tell me if something was the matter, wouldn’t ya?” He asked, sincere and as patient as he could manage.

“Sure.” Joe shrugged noncommittally, still staring down the neck of his bottle.

“Joe, you’d tell me, right?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Joe.”

“Goddamnit, yes, fine.” Joe huffed, finally looking up to meet his eyes. “You’d be the first to know.”

“That’s good to hear, buddy.” Bill said proudly. He was Joe’s best friend, no matter the circumstances. “Ever need anything, just let me know. I’ll get it sorted for ya.”

“Thanks.” Joe said it quietly, a little gruffer than you’d expect from anyone else, but this was Joe Toye. Gruff and quiet was his way of being sincere. What a weirdo.

A thought struck Bill, then. “Have you got anyone else?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He could already hear the edge in Joe’s voice.

“No– All I’m saying is–” He sighed, taking a moment to collect himself. “You talk to any of the other guys?”

Bill had plenty. He kept up regular letters with everyone– He had to, at the moment. It was his responsibility to keep these damn things coordinated, otherwise their upcoming reunion would fall apart at the seams.

But even aside from that, he wrote to his friends, war buddies, if you will. Babe lived a couple blocks away, they met up sporadically, he got regular letters from Don Malarkey, one every month from Lipton, and every once in a while he’d get something from Buck, Luz, Garcia, Roe– unexpectedly, indeed, Talbert, Grant– now that he was doing better, Shifty, etc. He kept up with as many as he could.

Joe, on the other hand, wasn’t quite the social butterfly.

“Yeah.” Joe said dismissively. “A few. What about it?”

“Nothing.” Bill shrugged, light and airy as he could. He’d done damage control with Joe before, when both of them were torn up, hanging onto sanity by a string in those sterile hospital rooms, back in those early days, reeling from the changes which had been thrust upon them in the blink of an eye. He was better at it, now.

“It’s hard when you’re breathing down my neck.” Joe said, loosening up a bit, slipping into a more casual tone. “I don’t think I could shake you if I tried.”

“Oh, don’t think you’re getting away from me anytime soon.” Bill said, reassured for the moment.

**

“You don’t think he’s gonna flake on me, do you?” He asked Fran a few days later. He was helping her fix up their little garden. A new house was what he’d saved most of his army wages to buy, and it helped that her family had chipped in as a wedding present, even if they’d been unsure at first.

It was an adjustment, that’s for sure, living with one leg. Maybe that was Joe’s issue, maybe he had his sights set on some girl, maybe it was a problem with the leg! That was something Bill could understand, he could help him navigate it, he’d done it himself!

But, no. If Joe was interested in someone, there was no way that Bill wouldn’t know about it. They were birds of a feather, peas in a pod– either Joe would tell him, or Bill would know it, intuitively. That’s how close they were.

And anyway, the only folks Joe talked to nowadays were his 80-year-old neighbour, a widowed Mrs. Greenwall, and a few fellas from Easy. No bombshell blondes in that equation for Joe to set his sights on.

“Flake? Why would he flake?” Fran asked. She was elbow deep in soil from their brand new planter. It was a housewarming gift from Buck, especially late, considering they’d moved in 5 months earlier, but excused because he only just got into town.

“Well, you know how he can be.” Bill shrugged. He’d offered Fran some help, a few times, but she seemed determined to do it herself. It saved Bill the hassle of washing muck out of the creases of his hands, at least. He swore he’d just finally gotten dirt from France out from under his fingernails.

“He’s quiet, but he’s honest.” Fran grunted, filling the planter and adjusting the soil, evening it out. Bill didn’t envy her, if he was being frank. “He’s not the flaking type.”

“You’re right. I love the guy to bits, but goddamnit if he doesn’t make it hard to read him sometimes.”

“Have you asked him outright?”

“Yeah, just about. As well as I could.”

“Are you sure?”

“You try asking Joe Toye what’s wrong with him, see how far that gets you.”

“Fine, maybe I will.” Fran sat up to look at Bill properly, something challenging in her eyes. She wiped her forehead with her hand, smearing dirt on her temple, just below the red band she wore, tied around her hair. She was a looker, that was sure, even with all the muck. “Joe likes me better, anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Bill laughed. He stood up, perching himself on his crutches to lean forward and press a peck to her lips. “I like you better, too.”

“You have to, that was in the vows.”

“Oh, was it, now?”

Her hands were on his shoulders, wrapping around him to bring them together. Fran was getting his collar, his shirt and his hair all ruined, but for now, with the comfort of their porch in the late Pennsylvanian summer, things weren’t so bad.

**

How Fran had talked Joe Toye into showing up so early to the venue, Bill wasn’t sure he’d ever understand.

Joe was a helpful guy, sure, but he wasn’t fit as a fiddle as of current. How he was expected to carry boxes and get everything ready, Bill wasn’t sure. He wasn’t even doing that work himself, he’d fooled the poor idiots who came to meet him in his home a few days before the reunion. Don and Buck would have a great time catching up, so long as they could talk and set up a banquet-hall’s worth of chairs at the same time.

If there was one person Bill was sure could do so, it was George Luz, who showed up not long after the rest of them.

“Joe said you needed help with stuff. I’ve been roped in, unfortunately.” He said after a joyful greeting. It was Luz, what else would you expect?

“Joe’s been talking to you, huh?” Bill said. He wasn’t close with George, but they weren’t distant, neither. They just kind of were.

“Yeah, since he got taken off the line.” George blinked. “Same as you.”

“Right.” They had exchanged a few letters– keyword: few. Bill was chattier with the other guys, and George was surprisingly hard to talk to through writing. He was an in-person guy, Bill had gathered the moment he received his first short, awkward letter at the hospital.

“Is he here?” George asked.

“He’s busy, Fran’s got him working on seating arrangements.” It wasn’t a job for Joe Toye, but it did give Fran plenty of time to ask him all she wanted. “In the meantime, why don’t you get at it, help the Lieutenant over there move that table.”

Buck looked up, having been mentioned, waved at George and shouted something. George shouted back a greeting, smiled at Bill and took up his slack. If army boys had one thing going for them, it was a penchant for getting a job done when they were asked.

Bill had a chance in charge, for once. Getting to boss around his former officer, and he was not letting it go to waste.

** “You’ve been writing to Luz?” Bill asked Joe, later that day. They’d gotten everything sorted, more people had shown up, and the two of them had popped back to Bill’s for some last minute pickups and adjustments.

Fran hadn’t gotten through to Joe, unfortunately. Though neither of them were truly surprised, Joe Toye was a tough cookie.

“Yeah, every once in a while.” Joe said. “He writes to all of us.”

“You talked to him yesterday, though?” Bill remembered what George had said, the reason he’d shown up early in the first place, because Joe had told him they needed help with things. Well, that was a bit suspicious, if you asked him.

Joe hummed an affirmative.

“When?” Bill asked, because he couldn’t let a subject like that drop for the life of him, especially not now.

“He came over. We had a couple drinks.” Joe shrugged. “Why does it matter?”

For one thing, Luz had never come over to Bill’s, even though Bill’s reunion was the only reason Luz was in Philly in the first place. And second of all, Bill hadn’t thought Luz was that close with Toye.

“Is this a new thing?”

“New thing? It’s not any type of thing. He just wanted to talk. It’s Luz, what else could you expect?”

Wasn’t that the truth. Luz was a chatterbox if ever there was one.

“How’s he doing?”

“As well as any of us, I’m sure.” Joe adjusted his pant leg, pulling it down properly over his prosthetic. He was debuting his new leg for the first real time in public, especially in front of all of Easy Company– the ones who’d RSVP’d of course– and he didn’t seem quite as confident as he could have.

“Stop fiddling with it, it’s gonna be fine.” Bill promised. They were waiting for Fran to loop around in their car to come get them and the boxes of stuff they’d remembered to bring. It gave Toye plenty of time to agonise over his leg.

“I think it’s sitting weird.” Joe winced. They both knew that it wasn’t really painful, just uncomfortable. There were a few reasons why Bill was foregoing it, in exchange for his trusted pair of wooden crutches. They were strong, sturdy and didn’t chafe.

Joe, on the other hand, was a little bit more under-the-radar. He wanted to draw less attention to the missing limb. He wasn’t ashamed of it, exactly. But Bill knew where he was coming from. Sometimes it got tiring, answering questions, feeling people’s eyes on you. Bill was used to it, he didn’t mind the attention so much, But Joe had never been quite so open.

“You look great.” Bill said, once Joe had successfully readjusted the socket. “I’m serious, you’re… all dressed up.”

“I’m not dressed up. No more than everyone else will be.” Joe was wearing a loose suit, something new, that’s for sure. Looked like he could wear it to a job interview, maybe even a fancy dinner. Something better than meeting up with old buddies who’d seen him stripped down to his worst. He’d styled his hair, too, polished his shoes. Bill’s jacket wasn’t quite so high quality, and had been a staple of his wardrobe since before the war– he was lucky he still fit into it.

“Y’don’t have to be so worried about seeing everyone again.” Bill patted him once on the shoulder, solid and companionable. “They’re just happy to see you on your feet.”

“I’m happy to see any of them.”

Bill paused, looking for something substantial enough to say, but in the end he settled on honesty. “Me too, buddy. Me too.”

**

The reunion, for all intents and purposes, was a success. Bill celebrated the sentiment with champagne– gifted to him by Captain Nixon, who hadn’t shown up, but had sent his regards with a bottle of something expensive. Bill and Fran were both appreciative, they drank it over dinner.

At a certain point, the table arrangements that Fran had made up (with the help of Joe, supposedly. Though Bill still believed that he’d done nothing of the sort, and had sat there diligently and listened to Fran’s questions.) had been abandoned, and it was a free for all. Bill had started the night with Babe, Joe and Malarkey sitting at his little table with Fran, then at some point, Malarkey had gone off to sit with Perconte, Talbert and Luz, then those three, and subsequently many members of E Company had come to thank Bill for his hard work. It felt well-earned.

“People don’t realise how much effort goes into these things.” Bill said, who’d started understanding it for himself a few weeks prior.

“I’m sure.” Buck Compton said. “It’s tough to manage the military in the military, let alone pack them all into one building for fun.”

“Exactly!” Bill smiled. He was a bit tipsy, though a lot of the feeling came from the warmth of reunion. The chance to see his friends again. It was one thing to know they’d survived and come back unscathed, it was another to see them before him, eating and talking and laughing like nothing had ever happened.

There were things he didn’t bother mentioning to Compton, for example the hassle it had been to get a venue he could get into easily. Guys like him and Joe needed a little help now and then, and it was received better by both of them if it was Bill doing the helping, by avoiding the obstacles all together.

Fran had her hand in the crook of Bill’s elbow, a warm, reassuring weight through the whole night. At a certain point, Buck got up to mill about, Babe had gone off to chat up one of the medics, and all of the others had flocked away from the table. This included Joe.

Joe sat off on a table against the wall all by himself. He nursed a glass of beer as he looked out on the crowd.

“I’m gonna go talk to him.” Bill decided. He moved to stand, but Fran gripped his arm.

“He’ll be fine, Bill.” She said.

“Well.” Bill muttered. “I guess he will. I still don’t like it, though.”

“Maybe he needs some time to himself, who knows?”

“Or he feels like shit.” Bill pointed out, but he turned to face her anyway. “I don’t know what happened to me. Wild Bill, huh?”

“You matured.” She told him. Fran wore a soft smile, Bill reciprocated it when she kissed his cheek. “You’re plenty wild. I’ve heard the stories from Babe.”

“Don’t listen to anything Babe Heffron tells you.”

She laughed, loud and bright. “I’ll take it with a grain of salt.”

Bill kept his eyes trained on her, taking in the moment. He was high off of the feeling of accomplishment and warm from the glee of it all. Easy Company gathered together once more, who woulda thunk it?

Where would they go from here, he wondered? What else was there, after the war, after the reunion. For him it was a beautiful wife and a lovely house, for others, it was work. How could someone go back to another job after they’d parachuted into France?

Joe was thinking of moving out of Philly, to settle back where he grew up, in a small town a hundred miles away. He was going to look for a job working around mines, even though he couldn’t very well be knee deep in coal anymore, working away with a pickaxe like he used to (when Bill imagined it, he couldn’t help but think of a comic strip from the newspaper, people still worked in mines? Even when they could be out and about, embracing the new age?) 

“You’re thinking about Joe again, aren’t you.” Fran said, though she didn’t look disappointed. Just sort of amused and unsurprised.

“Yeah, I am.”

“You’re worried about him.”

“No one knows him better than me, I guarantee you that.” Bill pointed out. He was Joe Toye’s… best friend, as childish as it was. Hell, they’d fought tooth and nail together to survive, they were allowed to be a little juvenile when it came to stuff like that. Brothers of war, and all that.

“I’m sure.”

“Why’re you doing that with your face, then?”

“What?”

“Raising the eyebrow, like you don’t believe me.”

“I’m not.”

“You are, you definitely are.” Bill squinted at her. “You really don’t think I know him?”

“I think you do. I just think you have competition for knowing him the most.”

She pointed to the table off in the corner, where Joe had been sitting by himself not moments before. Now, unexpectedly, George Luz was tucked up in the chair opposite him, speaking low and gesturing as he talked. Joe looked completely and entirely focused. Even from where he was sitting, Bill could see the softness in his eyes.

“He looks like you, right now.” Fran said.

“What?”

“The look in his eyes, it’s the way you look at me.”

Bill blinked. What.

“Nah, it can’t be.” Bill squinted at them.

“What can’t be?”

“I’m just–” Bill shook his head, turning back to Fran. “It’s not important.”

She eyed him again, “You’d better not mess that up.”

“I won’t.” Bill said defensively. “I’m not sure what it is… But you know me.”

“I do. You’d better not say a word to them.”

“I won’t.”

Bill cast a sideways look off at Joe, he couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but he heard the soft tones of George’s voice. It made sense, really. Bill hadn’t seen it coming, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t true. Joe was his friend. If Bill was to dwell on it, he'd find himself focusing on the fact that he'd missed so many indications. That didn't make him feel too great.

“You’re so damn observant.” Bill said to Fran, looking to drop the subject like a hot coal. Que sera, sera, and all that. Wasn't up to him any longer what Luz and Toye got up to. All he knew was that he'd be inviting Joe over for beers just the same that Thursday night. They were paratroopers, for god's sake, that meant more than... well, he wasn't sure. He was Joe's friend, though. “I don’t know how you do it.”

“I don’t know how you don’t. He mentioned George to me about five times.”

“That cheeky fucker.” Bill said, and then he startled. “I’m still used to the army. Sorry.”

“I’ll survive.” Fran said, leaning in close. “It’s not like any of these fellows have the cleanest words.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re used to it, because I’m planning to have another one next year.”

Fran rolled her eyes, but she gave him a peck on the lips, which Bill counted as a success.

***

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it :)

[thetownwecallhome]

TNBC Shower Thought: Comparing the worst to best TNBC posters

((OOC:

I know how much you love my pedanticy-pedantics about unimportant TNBC details and reviews. Or, at least, I think you like em and none of you have told me to can it yet...

So I figured in the spirit of that and Christmas season, why not compare some of Nightmare Before Christmas's movie posters? Comparing posters and covers is a fun activity for me. There different kinds of posters and cover art throughout the years for all sorts of things that are great at subtly, creativity, minimalism or just being a good cover overall. One day I hope to compare some of the Walt Disney features' many fantastic poser art for their films, but for now lets stick to Nightmare.

I'm starting from the bottom to work my way up into the GREAT stuff. Lets not waste anymore time...

This is easily the worst cover for the film and what I hate is that it's the most current cover. I already hate when they try to make the clipart we're used to all shaded and three dimensional-like, but just...LOOK AT THIS?!?!

Who thought THIS looked good? Honestly?!? The characters are all way too colorful and smooth and it's plastered on top of the film cel like it fits together...it DOESN'T!!!

Next we have the 2008 DVD cover.

I'll try not too be too harsh on this one in case anyone here grew up with it...but I'm sorry I am so not a fan. It tells you nothing about the film and is more of that '3D-ish take on the og lineart that looks ugly to me.

The 2023 30th anniversary art is...fine?

Like there's nothing WRONG with it, but it feels incrediblly lackluster compared to some of the screen-capped and colored up artwork I've seen on things like T-Shirts and even fan made posters.

Also, and I hope this ISN'T true, it's so basic I worry that it at some point was made by or with AI or at least with an artist who wasn't paid that much in a short amount of time. Like, the composition is all there: Sally and Jack in the forground, Lock, Shock and Barrel under them and above the title, Oogie in the moon behind them all...but I don't know why they didn't do something really cool like make all the intricate purple and blue-shapes into silhouettes of the other characters and other iconic imagery or scenes?

Look at how...ALONE Zero feels off the side there!!

This is another older image I remember on the back of my VHS growing up, though I never knew it was used for an actual cover of the movie.

It does INFINITELY look better than the first shaded-lineart image (this was done in the 90s...how...) but while I love the composition of Jack and Sally and them walking around in Christmas Town, I never liked the colors of the image at all.

I also never got why Lock, Shock and Barrel are there, chillin and watching them like they're Belle and Beast and they're Beasts' servants trying to wingman for him...Where's Zero? Everyone knows HE'S jack's wingman.

This is an image I found on IMDB that took my by surprise. To be honest I have no clue if it's an actual film poster or a fan poster, but I like the composition of it all as a Universal Horror film poster. Doesn't work as well as Frankenweenie, but still...

And now, the classic. The one you most certainly grew up seeing everywhere or around the place regarding this movie in the 90s or 20s. It's the cover to the soundtrack and VHS I had. This is obviously the most famous version.

But there's also this slightly different version with Jack's arms in a different pose 'to receipt Shakespearean quotation'. This is the same version of the cover used on our "The Film, the Art and the Vision" book as well.

But, for my own PERSONAL favorite cover of the film (even if it's just a simple photoshop), I have to go with the original 'special edition' DVD my sister and I still have.

Somehow Sally just being on the spiral hill next to Jack and holding his hand is so sweet and doesn't feel like the cheap and quick edit it is. I think it's because, despite being a reference to the scene I never saw this cover as directly portraying "Jack's Lament", that this was Jack having a nice moment of peace after the events of the films somehow and waxing his poetics in reference to the film...so somehow the idea of Sally coming up to join him in that with his other arm let out to her is ADORABLE.

Here's a different version on a French DVD.

Lastly, since it does technically count as a poster for the movie itself, I'd be remissed not to mention Nightmare Before Christmas 3D's poster. This this was great back in the day and it's still great now. I'm fairly certain they just photoshopped stills and photos of puppets themselves but y'see kids- THIS vvvv

This is how you photoshop. Everyone has a unique face and pose. Everyone's doing something you think that character would be doing if they were going to MT3K their own film (Sally that's rude!) and they're all drenched in theater accurate lighting. That's more like it!! Besides Oogie being smol, this is the perfect poster to catch the eye of a rerelease!

Hope you enjoyed!

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[nomercytonight]

Useful - Changlix smut

Changbin decides to fuck his roommate.

Words: 1875

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Pairing: Seo Changbin/Lee Felix (Stray Kids)

Warnings/tags: dubious consent, non-con elements, non-con filming, spanking, handjob, anal, dom!changbin, sub!felix, objectification, degradation, free use

Part 3 of 4-part-series Changbin Using Felix (Part 1 here)

Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading! Posted this first on AO3 because of the feedback there. Thank you for all likes, reblogs and feedback! Requests are open

This is part 3, I recommend reading the others first to grasp the dynamic and see the build-up.

The dynamic between Changbin and Felix had shifted, that much was obvious.

Where they previously lived as regular college roommates did, passing each other in the common areas, maybe a bit of small talk if they felt like it, the air between them was different now.

Felix, who had never been shy to initiate conversation, was now quiet until Changbin spoke to him first, his eyes nearly never leaving the older when they were in the same room at the same time.

Changbin had also changed. He was still not very talkative, but he had found a liking in touching Felix.

Some days, he would walk past the younger, with a slight tap on his butt, enough to make him jump in surprise but not enough to hurt. Other times he would be more aggressive, grabbing Felix's ass and smirking when he heard the younger yelp.

Changbin had realized that he was a lot less stressed in his daily life, the knowledge of having a stress-reliever at his disposal at home calming him down when he got agitated.

There was, however, one thing left to do, and as he was on his way home from class, the excruciatingly long presentation he had held an hour prior still on his mind, Changbin decided that today was finally the day.

He unlocked the front door, walking straight towards Felix's room and stepping in without knocking.

Felix was laying on his bed, phone in hand. He looked up, startled at the sudden intrusion.

"I'm taking a shower, and when I come back, I want you to be ready for me, got it?"

Felix nodded quickly, putting his phone done.

Without another word, Changbin left to take his shower.

He had not expected, how difficult it would be to keep his hands off himself in the shower. Knowing what was about to happen, knowing his roommate was currently preparing himself so that Changbin could fuck him, it all made him impatient and wanting.

He tried to take his time, on one hand to give Felix a chance to actually get ready, on the other hand because he loved the thought of leaving the younger waiting for him.

As he got dressed after drying off, he stopped for a moment, then decided to stick with his T-Shirt and sweatpants, forgoing the underwear he had planned on wearing. None of his clothes would have stayed on for long regardless.

He once again let himself into Felix's room.

This time, he went unnoticed.

Felix was laying on his back, his pants and underwear shoved down to his thighs while he worked himself open with three fingers. His other hand was on his chest, roughly twisting and tugging on his nipples, leaving them puffy and even more sensitive than before.

His eyes were closed shut and his head thrown to one side, desperate pants and whimpers falling from his mouth.

It was pornographic.

Changbin pulled his phone out of his pocket, opening the camera app to capture Felix. It was as though the younger was modeling for him, perfectly posing for his pictures being taken. The only way to truly preserve this moment, Changbin decided, was a video and so he started filming.

He thought about how Felix would react when Changbin showed him the video. Would he be embarrassed? Would he tell Changbin to delete it? Grow turned on at the sight? He would be finding out soon enough, he figured.

After a few seconds, he stopped the video and put his phone onto the nightstand next to Felix's bed.

It was time to make his presence known to Felix, who was still thrashing in pleasure with his eyes closed.

Changbin placed a hand on then younger's bare thigh.

"Enjoying yourself?"

Felix stopped his movement immediately, his eyes snapping open in surprise, still breathing heavily.

"It's time you make yourself useful, got it?"

Felix nodded, letting his fingers slip out of himself.

"Let's see how good you've been."

He roughly yanked on the younger's pants, pulling them off and throwing them on the floor.

"Shirt"

Felix scrambled to pull the fabric over his head in record time, placing it next to his bed.

Now fully naked, he looked back at Changbin, waiting for the next command.

"Face down, ass up. Now."

Felix did not have to be told twice, quickly getting into position, presenting himself.

Changbin kneeled behind him, letting his hands shamelessly roam over the younger's body. His hands lingered on Felix's behind, massaging the cheeks before spreading them without warning.

"Fuck, Felix" he breathed out, letting on finger lightly trace his hole. "You look delicious"

Felix squirmed, biting his lip in hopes of calming his panting.

His effect on Felix wasn't lost on Changbin.

"You like that? Want me to have a taste?"

Felix nodded, shifting so his hips were pushed closer to the older's face.

Changbin let out a short laugh.

"Well too bad this isn't about you."

With that, he grabbed the lube which Felix had used minutes ago, spreading some on his fingers.

He slipped in one finger, then a second, then a third, happy with the amount of preparation that had already been done. He let his finger slip out and got up, now standing next to the bed.

Without warning, Changbin grabbed his hair, pulling him forward until Felix was sitting upright. He didn't give him time to adjust as he pulled on his hair so that Felix's cheek was now resting against Changbin's crotch.

Changbin pushed his hips forward, against Felix's face.

Felix turned his head, mouthing at the clothed bulge. He looked up at the elder who continued slowly grinding against his face.

Changbin scoffed.

"You're really desperate, aren't you?"

Felix didn't say a word.

Changbin took off his shirt, not missing how Felix's eyes hungrily took in his upper body. It felt good, having the younger thirst so obviously. He decided to extend a bit of mercy.

"You can touch"

The other immediately sprung into action, hands exploring his waist, stomach and all the way up to his chest before moving down to the stomach again.

He even let them slide down to Changbin's hips and butt, quickly moving back up as though he was scared of what the older might say.

Though his hands might have been focused on Changbin's upper body, Felix's eyes were fixed somewhere else. Thanks to his lack of underwear, his growing arousal was easy to spot through his sweatpants. Felix could not look away.

Noticing this, Changbin stepped out of his pants, reaching for the lube once more.

Felix held out his hand, allowing Changbin to drizzle some on his palm, which he then used to stroke Changbin's length.

"Condom?" Changbin asked, followed by a groan.

Felix shook his head. "I got tested right after you- when you- after last time."

Changbin nodded, surpressing the smile forming on his face due to the younger's confession.

"I'm tested, too. Guess we don't need one."

Felix nodded, his hand speeding up.

Changbin let him continue, watching as he grew to full hardness.

Then, he pushed Felix onto his back, climbed on the bed and aligned himself with the younger's awaiting hole.

Changbin had a tight hold on Felix's thighs as he pushed in, not able to hold back a groan at the sensation.

Felix's mouth fell open, his eyes scrunched closed, taking in the sensation of Changbin finally entering him.

As he had expected, the older of the two did not wait to see if Felix was ready, instead thrusting harshly and chasing his own pleasure.

Felix tried holding back the sounds threatening to escape his throat, unsure how much space he was allowed to take up, but ultimately failed at remaining quiet. Each thrust caused a short moan to spill from his lips, while his hands scrambled to find something to hold on to.

Changbin pulled out, instead flipping Felix over to lay on his stomach. When Felix attempted to get on all fours, he was pushed back down by a strong hand on his back, his body flush against the mattress.

He let out a mixture between a moan and a scream when Changbin's flat palm suddenly landed on his behind without any warning, the second slap follwing quickly after.

"I didn't tell you to move, so you better not fucking move" Changbin grunted, not ceasing to spank the younger.

"I'm gonna make sure you won't even know why you can't sit tomorrow. Will it be because of my hand abusing your asscheeks? Or will it be because of my cock splitting you in half?"

Tears were welling up in Felix's eyes, the pain of each slap mixing with the overwhelmingly good feeling of it causing him to grind into his bed. Changbin grabbed him by the hair, pulling him up so he could see his face.

"Crying? What, is it too much for you to handle? Or are these tears of joy that you're finally being treated like the slut you are?"

Instead of a response, Felix could only let out a desparate sob.

With a final slap, Changbin let go of Felix's hair, letting his face fall back onto the pillow.

Changbin moved on top of the younger and pushed in once more, immediately starting with a brutal pace. He moved roughly, one hand pushing Felix's head down so his sobs and moans were muffled by his pillow. He didn't care that it also made breathing a lot more difficult for the younger.

It was clear that Changbin was chasing his own pleasure, relishing in how the other just took what he gave with no complaints.

"Just a fucktoy I have."

Changbin let out a grunt.

"You should be thanking me for treating you like the object you are. Fucking whore."

He moved both hands to Felix's hips, holding him in place as he shoved in deep, filling him up as he came. Using Felix's body however he liked, he rode out his high until he had enough, then pulled out.

"Turn around"

When Felix moved too slow for his liking, Changbin grabbed one of his ass cheeks, red and sensitive from the previous treatment. It made Felix gasp and turn onto his back quicker, exposing his hard and aching cock.

"I'm done with you"

Changbin stated matter-of-factly, to which Felix nodded in understanding.

"Get yourself off"

Changbin commanded, not moving from his spot on the bed.

"Myself?" Felix asked, dazed.

"Who else would I fucking be talking about? Play with your pathetic little cock, I'm not going to do it for you."

Felix nodded and eagerly went to work, flinching at how sensitive he was.

His hands moved quickly, almost frantically, as he let out desparate gasps.

His moans grew louder, consisting of desparate sounds and calls of Changbin's name. Felix finally came with a silent scream, spilling over his own hand.

Changbin put his hand on Felix's wrist to move his hand. Felix expected him to be fed his own release due to the older's action, but was instead met with his own hand gliding across his face, covering it in his own cum.

"Now you finally look like the slut you are."

Changbin commented, reaching over to retrieve his phone again.

---

Part 4

[zkylearnstherope]

Savage and A Posing for a Suprise Photo

@fusciaguardian's OC, Savage (the anthro-hollow head) excitedly pulls A for a surprise photo. A is not used to posing for cameras but s/he still gave he/r iconic cool smile.

Artfight Link

I gave Savage a warm vibe. Her third ref image made me feel like she can make anyone feel relaxed around her. I really had fun drawing her in this pose.

A loves to wear vic's shirt despite it being so tight and small. The sleeves are always too short, so s/he folds them up. The hip part is too tight, so s/he leaves half of it hanging. And the chest is open, of course, because boobas. Zoom in for bonus cleavage. 😌

I made sure to make the shirt male-style by putting the buttons on the other side, and making the button holes vertical. As for the pants, the plackets and buttons are always on that side despite the gender, because industry-standard.

Imma go rant about my art journey below.

First of all, I wanted to do a new style for this one. This one took me 4 days and 9 hours in total.

I decided to do some anatomy with body language. I gave Savage a warm and extroverted pose, while I gave A a timid one. The hardest part was the slight foreshortening for Savage's arms. Drawing the four-fingered hands was a challenge too. It was surprisingly harder than Sketch's three-fingered hands.

Drawing your own bodies from scratch (without using bases), really helps you draw clothes that looks so natural on them.

I do love my clean lines, so I took my time with that lineart until my wrist hurt. I also did some lineart hierarchy too. I have never rendered like this before (this is my first time rendering dark skin too) and oh boy, did it take way too long. And I also used textured chalk brushes to give clothes that fabric effect.

I rendered A's shirt first, which took me 3 hours just to figure it out. I couldn't wrap my head around how to shade from highlights to shadow. I then decided to take a break, and came back once I had an epiphany. Instead of lightest color to dark (which was the usual in tutorials I've seen), or using multiply to apply the shadows, I started with midtone as the base color first, then slowly built my highlight and shadows from there on a luminosity layer, and it worked like a charm.

But rendering the hair is on a whole another level. (T-T ) I don't even know how to begin explaining how I did it. All I can tell you is that the lightest parts used addition layers.

I am thankful for Artfight because it has forced me to explore and learn more when it comes to my art. Composition, hierarchy, anatomy, and rendering. This whole month was a great study indeed.

Guess which part of this had the most amount of love? That's right, it's A's bo-

[greensleeve]

🎃October diary🎃

I used to think September was my favorite month but...maybe it´s actually October? Anyways, I decided to make a little diary about this wonderful month in a form of random pictures taken by yours truly. There will probably be part 2 too because I already have so many pics and it´s only the middle of the month)

I´ve had some nice autumny hiking action, first of all...

A lot of random squirrels everywhere too (I love them) (and I love the pose the squirrel is giving me)

And these two pics are so poetic??? How is Lahti capable of looking this pretty lol

I managed to find a clover too??? In October??? (and some 2 ml syringes next to it, probably for drug use, ewwww)

Also I have been cycling so much and also gymming in the gym (no pics though)

(Been experiencing a lot with the color red so lotttts of red lipstick and red nail polish. Toe nails too. I´m in my red era clearly, uh-huh💋why are my nails so chipped in that pic though, ew)

Oh and I went to a guided walking tour in the Finnish National Opera House. It was nice but now I kinda feel that some magic has been lost because I´ve now seen what happens behing the stage lol. So in short, I played myself

I also went to this one art exhibition. Didn´t like it because it was so repetitive and straight up just fucking ugly (not in a good way) but maybe I just don´t understand art like that. (Also the tour guide kept staring at me the whole time?? Awkward. Like dude just let me enjoy this ugly art in peace lol. Maybe he sensed my distate for the art)

Also during one of my cycling sessions I witnessed the most rainbowiest of rainbows. The pic does NOT do it justice, it was sooooo huge and rainbowy in real life, like damn

Another cycling trip and all of a sudden I saw a shit ton of swans??? There were at least 50 of them. The hell??? Don´t they live in pairs, how have they managed to get together like this? Imagine the planning it takes, the logistics, this swanspiracy? Yeah I don´t know anything about swans

Also lots of hot chocolate with marshmallows (and whipped cream too for the hell of it) It´s not the healthiest but damn it´s what you´re supposed to do in fall, you know?

I Also...

-went to see the movie Joker 2. Quite the shit show haha

-went for a pumpkin spice latte with a colleague/friend, it did not taste good though? Disappointing but the carrot cake muffin was yum

-called 911 for the first time in my life, nothing huge though

-randomly met an ex colleague from years back in a grocery store and had to shoot the shit for a while, was very nice

-randomly stumbled on three different stores that all happened to have some huge sale going on. I bought socks and protein drinks and a very pretty tray for my perfumes hehe

-went to a museum, it was nice and cool and got there for free too which was random

-discovered the TV show called "The Great" which is about Catherine the Great and it´s so good??? I don´t watch any TV (House of the Dragon being the only exception) so binging this has been weird but hey I have one more season to go so...

-donated some money for a local animal shelter because hell yes

(okay why has so many things happened to me in just 2 weeks? Just realized)

[smokeybrandreviews]

Roses

As we approach the end of another anime season, i feel compelled to actually spotlight a few surprises. Lately, I've fallen out of love with the whole genre. I'm forty years old and have been watching this sh*t since i was, like, four. Godzilla and Transformers were my gateway drug into what we called Otaku culture, way back when i was young. Basically, Weebs before Weebs. Still, being so young and seeing suck stunning visuals and, oh my god, the violence! I am Eighties Baby so sh*t was REAL lax back then. I grew up on Guyver, Fist of the North Star, and Wicked City. Akira changed my life at eight or nine years old and I've been a staunch supporter of the sh*t ever since. Nowadays, that quality is lost. The last few seasons have driven home the fact no one wants to spend money on sh*t. There are a few exceptions, of course. Frieren is a f*cking classic, gorgeous beyond words and f*cking emotionally damaging, and Eminence in Shadow is probably some of the funnest Shounen I've seen in some time but those are few and far in between. Kaiju no. 8 has all the makings of brilliance, and the budget to match. Anything Mappa or UFOtable releases is going to be pretty but probably lack anything resembling substance. It's hard to nil down both and, more often than not, it's the animation quality which suffers, which is why i wanted to make this post. There are three shows this season which are brilliant but lack in the visuals at times. They are definitely worth your time, even if they look cheap as f*ck.

No Longer Allowed in Another World

Look, I've been touting the virtues of this show since the manga dropped a few years ago. Seriously, if you search this blog for Love,Death, and Isekai, you'll see an entire review of the manga. I posed that sh*t two years ago. I've been a shill for the manga ever since. When it got the anime treatment, i was disappointed by a few things (they gave Tama shoes. Why? Why deprive of such slutty foot game?) but the show, itself, looked cheap. I was disappointed for, like, three or four episodes. All the way until Sensay used his powers for the first time. Then i understood why the animation was sh*t. Those few instances, almost always splash pages in the manga, got all the money. I was let down. Just like i was with Chained Soldier, Chillin in a Different World, and I Got a Cheat Ability in a Different World. I knew i couldn't drop this show like i did those others because i know where the narrative goes so i stuck it out. The animation gets better, slightly, but it never really impresses. Still, the characters and world -building are more than enough to carry. Definitely check this one out based on the story, alone. Expect bright posts of exceptional quality, but it's mostly passable at best.

I Parry Everything

This one is a mixed bag for me. I definitely enjoyed the show but i felt like it could have been better. It's not overly stunning in terms of visuals, but you can tell work was put into this, More than anything, the character work is the draw here. I love this show based strictly off the interaction between the main cast. There are some interesting world-building stuff going on in the peripheral but, for me, it's how they all kind of bounce off each other which makes this worth a watch. Strong character design, too. Like, the look of this world is pretty well envisioned.

The Ossan Newbie Adventurer, Trained to Death by the Most Powerful Party, Became Invincible

This is arguably the worst looking on this selection and, somehow, the one i found myself committed to the most. F*cking Ossan is a whole ass contradictory! There should be some bombastic f*cking fights and spectacles all over this thing and, nope! It looks like and old Hanna-Barbera cartoon from the f*cking Seventies most of the time. Still, the performances, narrative, world-building, character work, plot, and just overall heart of this anime, more than makes up for the trash visuals. It's like the opposite of Solo Leveling; All narrative substance, no visual quality at all. I toughed this grody sh*t out until the end and felt almost as satisfied as watching the end of Frieren Th overall plot and character performances are THAT good!

A Nobody's Way Up to an Exploration Hero LV

This is another one that I've actually been reading. There is some absolutely STUNNING art in the book, certain scenes that have these wonderful layouts which i could see being straight up epic in animation. They are not. Bro, i was about as disappointed in this sh*t as i was with I Got a Cheat Ability in a Different World, and that's saying the most. I wasn't expected Tomahawk steak but i figured at least an Angus ribeye, you know? I got Hamburg steak instead. Like, it's fine, i guess? I can see why it's popular and do recommend a watch but come on? If this thing had a budget, i could see it being a classic.

Dandadan

I'm just throwing this in here because the first six episodes leaked and it is everything. Anime of the year. Perfect, top to bottom. It's visually striking in every way and the plot is as zany as the manga, No complaints. No gripes. The mention doesn't even belong on this list, I'm just dumby hype about it. Watch Dandadan. It's inspired!

[smokeybrand]

Roses

As we come to the end of another anime season, i feel compelled to actually spotlight a few surprises. Lately, I've fallen out of love with the whole genre. I'm forty years old and have been watching this sh*t since i was, like, four. Godzilla and Transformers were my gateway drug into what we called Otaku culture, way back when i was young. Basically, Weebs before Weebs. Still, being so young and seeing suck stunning visuals and, oh my god, the violence! I am Eighties Baby so sh*t was REAL lax back then. I grew up on Guyver, Fist of the North Star, and Wicked City. Akira changed my life at eight or nine years old and I've been a staunch supporter of the sh*t ever since. Nowadays, that quality is lost. The last few seasons have driven home the fact no one wants to spend money on sh*t. There are a few exceptions, of course. Frieren is a f*cking classic, gorgeous beyond words and f*cking emotionally damaging, and Eminence in Shadow is probably some of the funnest Shounen I've seen in some time but those are few and far in between. Kaiju no. 8 has all the makings of brilliance, and the budget to match. Anything Mappa or UFOtable releases is going to be pretty but probably lack anything resembling substance. It's hard to nil down both and, more often than not, it's the animation quality which suffers, which is why i wanted to make this post. There are three shows this season which are brilliant but lack in the visuals at times. They are definitely worth your time, even if they look cheap as f*ck.

No Longer Allowed in Another World

Look, I've been touting the virtues of this show since the manga dropped a few years ago. Seriously, if you search this blog for Love,Death, and Isekai, you'll see an entire review of the manga. I posed that sh*t two years ago. I've been a shill for the manga ever since. When it got the anime treatment, i was disappointed by a few things (they gave Tama shoes. Why? Why deprive of such slutty foot game?) but the show, itself, looked cheap. I was disappointed for, like, three or four episodes. All the way until Sensay used his powers for the first time. Then i understood why the animation was sh*t. Those few instances, almost always splash pages in the manga, got all the money. I was let down. Just like i was with Chained Soldier, Chillin in a Different World, and I Got a Cheat Ability in a Different World. I knew i couldn't drop this show like i did those others because i know where the narrative goes so i stuck it out. The animation gets better, slightly, but it never really impresses. Still, the characters and world -building are more than enough to carry. Definitely check this one out based on the story, alone. Expect bright posts of exceptional quality, but it's mostly passable at best.

I Parry Everything

This one is a mixed bag for me. I definitely enjoyed the show but i felt like it could have been better. It's not overly stunning in terms of visuals, but you can tell work was put into this, More than anything, the character work is the draw here. I love this show based strictly off the interaction between the main cast. There are some interesting world-building stuff going on in the peripheral but, for me, it's how they all kind of bounce off each other which makes this worth a watch. Strong character design, too. Like, the look of this world is pretty well envisioned.

The Ossan Newbie Adventurer, Trained to Death by the Most Powerful Party, Became Invincible

This is arguably the worst looking on this selection and, somehow, the one i found myself committed to the most. F*cking Ossan is a whole ass contradictory! There should be some bombastic f*cking fights and spectacles all over this thing and, nope! It looks like and old Hanna-Barbera cartoon from the f*cking Seventies most of the time. Still, the performances, narrative, world-building, character work, plot, and just overall heart of this anime, more than makes up for the trash visuals. It's like the opposite of Solo Leveling; All narrative substance, no visual quality at all. I toughed this grody sh*t out until the end and felt almost as satisfied as watching the end of Frieren Th overall plot and character performances are THAT good!

A Nobody's Way Up to an Exploration Hero LV

This is another one that I've actually been reading. There is some absolutely STUNNING art in the book, certain scenes that have these wonderful layouts which i could see being straight up epic in animation. They are not. Bro, i was about as disappointed in this sh*t as i was with I Got a Cheat Ability in a Different World, and that's saying the most. I wasn't expected Tomahawk steak but i figured at least an Angus ribeye, you know? I got Hamburg steak instead. Like, it's fine, i guess? I can see why it's popular and do recommend a watch but come on? If this thing had a budget, i could see it being a classic.

Dandadan

I'm just throwing this in here because the first six episodes leaked and it is everything. Anime of the year. Perfect, top to bottom. It's visually striking in every way and the plot is as zany as the manga, No complaints. No gripes. The mention doesn't even belong on this list, I'm just dumby hype about it. Watch Dandadan. It's inspired!

[independentzaun]

[ cosmopolitan ] what is their happiest memory ever? for Silco

Sitting down at his desk Silco raised an eyebrow reaching out for the closed envelope, and using a letter opener quickly retrieved the note from inside. The question posed to him made Silco frown for a second. “Happiest memory… What is it with these intrusive personal questions. Go fuck yourself.” Tossing the note off to one side Silco ran a hand over his hair before turning to grab a cigar, and light it. There was a long slow pause before his eyes closed letting his mind go back further than most would expect, and eventually he spoke.

“I’m sure most would expect me to say something with Jinx, or barring that Vander even. Understandable. I do have happy memories with both. Even Vander before things went the way they did, but that’s not important right now. My happiest memory ever hmmm?” His lidless fiery eye stared ahead while a cloud of smoke escaped from between his lips, and Silco let out a long slow sigh. Leaning back he opened his good eye, and started… to tell a story.

“There was a boy once around twelve years old give or take. Half the time he didn’t get to celebrate his birthday, and the rest of the time when his birthday was celebrated it was late. He didn’t mind though as his mother did her best, and his father worked hard and him? Well he spent almost all his time taking care of his younger brother so really what did it matter? Life went on, and it was what it was and he wasn’t going to complain because you see family is what’s important. Loyalty to each other is what’s important. One day however his parents told him to get all dressed up, and his brother to get dressed up and they did as well. The reason was simple. It was one of perhaps three days throughout his entire childhood in which they would go Uptown.”

There was momentary pause as Silco reached out to pour himself a small bit of whiskey, and took a sip. His voice was going soft, and somber yet held a particular affectionate in it all the same. “At first he assumed it was going to be another annoying trip that reminded him of how the Pilties looked down on him, and his family. A reminder that for all Piltover’s vaunted progress it didn’t get shared with the Undercity, with Zaun. However instead of any of that he ended up at the Piltover Aquarium which in those days was free. Anyone could walk in, and see all of the various exhibits. You had to pay if you wanted food, or drink or anything else of course however anyone could walk in to watch the fish and other various creatures. He wasn’t excited though, not immediately. Because although he never begrudged his younger brother anything he assumed that once again he’d be watching over the other boy, and sure he’d get to see the fish but he’d still have his responsibilities all the same.”

Taking a break, and than a drag off of his cigar Silco seemed lost in thought at this point. A smile finally crossed his face, and his accent shifted as his memory stayed in the past for a while longer. This was a story he’d never told anyone not even Jinx as it simply didn’t seem important to do so. Not in any way that mattered. Not to anyone but him. “O’course than Da picked up mi lil brother. He look down a me, an it was one’a tha few times I ever saw him smile. He wasn’t cruel mind ya, but he a miner and they hard men. He smiled than an tol me tha he was gona look after tha youngest one tiday an na to mind nothin...nothin but enjoyin mi birthday cele. Bit late it was, but later better than never. I didn’t mind none that it was late. A cele was good no matter tha day or time, and bein able to run aroun freely? Tha was the real gift ya know. Loved mi lil brother an still do. Sometimes though ya just need a day, and Da gave me a day. A whole day. Just bein a young thing runnin around seein tha fish, an afterwards getting some food. Ha, got sick o’course when back home way I did but was worth it. The best part? Mi family stayed by me. Listened to mi comments, and talks bout the fish. Da didn’t oft have tha time ti listen nor Ma either. Lil brother tried, but lotta time we did wha he wanted which was okay. Whole day just…” Taking a deep breath Silco let out a soft chuckle shaking his head as his voice returned to normal.

“Just a whole day being a kid you understand. Which wasn’t something I’d ever said at the time, or even understood really. However I had responsibilities from a young age, and that one day… that celebration of my birthday was the last time I had no real responsibilities for longer than I can remember. Not just no responsibilities, but I also got attention. Real attention from my parents. They always made it clear they appreciated me looking after my younger brother of course, but that’s not quite the same as real attention now is it? I think that was, and is my happiest memory. Just a day of running around, and looking at all this new stuff and looking up at Da and Ma and my lil brother to see their reactions in turn. Some food so rich afterwards it made me sick to my stomach, but when you young like that it doesn’t really matter to you. You just happy you got something tasty. When we got back down to Zaun it was still nice. We all just relaxed. Da sang some songs, and Ma made some tea and got Da a beer and we were just a family.”

Downing the last of his whiskey Silco shrugged. “That was also the last of my birthday celebrations that my little brother would ever see, or participate in. In any way. After that his health started going down. So that memory is kind of bitter sweet in a way. It was the happiest day of my life, but it was also a turning point in a way. One of those days in which you can mark things by “before that day”, and “after that day” really. All the same I’d not trade that day, or that memory for anything in the world.”

Closing his eyes Silco refused to acknowledge the one slow tear dripping down his cheek, and didn’t let out the words practically trying to shove their way out from between his lips. Those words that’d admit that not only did he still love his little brother… he still missed him, and always would. Which was one of the reasons that had been his happiest memory. On that day he, and his sibling had been purely just brothers. Just two kids with neither taking care of the other.

Just a family.

Opening his eye he folded the note up, and tuck it in a drawer in his desk. “Now, with that answered. I have work to do.”

[gildatheplant]

I definitely like some of the ideas you posed, and you're free to your own interpretation, but by Ben Daniel's own words, and the fact that Rolin Jones changed his perspective of Santiago's character based on those words, it's not really up for debate that Santiago was in love with Armand. In his TVInsider interview, Ben Daniels describes his relationship like this, "Armand, oh Armand…it’s love-hate, absolute love-hate. I think that’s Santiago’s driving force." He then compares Santiago with Iago from Othello, who has long been interpreted by Shakespearean scholars as orchestrating Othello's downfall because he is in love with him but can't have him. There's another interview where Ben Daniels gets into more detail about this love-hate relationship, but of course, I can't find it at the moment LOL. When I find it, I will add it to this thread.

In terms of Santiago already basically being Maitre, that's what Armand wanted Louis and Daniel to think as he was recalling events. He was building up Santiago to be a real threat to him, in order to hide not only his complicity with the plan, but his active role in it. When Santiago is calling Armand "fangless" and questioning his authority, it's through Armand's point of view. When Daniel exposes Armand's role as director of the play, we see a glimpse of the reality- Santiago turns to Armand seeking advice with how to deal with Lestat. Now, don't get me wrong, I definitely agree that Santiago was undermining Armand's authority and a lot of the arguments that Armand depicts probably did happen, it's just that if Armand wanted to, he could've easily shut Santiago down. That's why Armand repeating "I couldn't stop it" and "I couldn't save her" is such bullsh*t and why Daniel calls him out on it. Armand could have stopped it, but at the time he didn't want to because he was torn between the coven and Louis (for Armand the coven= the known but disheartening and Louis= the unknown but potential for a new life).

It's only after the coven kills Claudia and Louis is dying in the wall, that Armand seems to realize that he'd made a terrible mistake. He loses his willpower to continue his role as Maitre and that's when Santiago overthrows him. As you pointed out, Santiago has a very dominant personality (which is undoubtedly why he's so humiliated when Louis mocks his weakness towards his maker), and Armand has a submissive personality, so the turnover of power would've probably seemed pretty smooth for the coven. Once again, this is where Santiago's love for Armand plays a big part, as usually such an overthrow would result in the death of the former leader. Santiago wants Armand alive though, wants him broken and under his control, as he sees this as the only way to have Armand back.

There's a lot more I want to say about this but unfortunately I have to head for work. I do want to address the identity of Santiago's maker- the three coven members from the original Children of Darkness that you point out are all still alive and participating in the Theatre, so none of them are Santiago's maker. They are also explicitly stated as being weaker than Santiago, despite their vastly greater age (while age plays a role in a vampire's power level, it's not the only factor and some vampires just never get very powerful no matter how long they live). I suspect, based on power level, and the comparisons to Louis' situation, that Santiago's maker was a rogue (covenless) vampire. This would explain why Armand could have him executed without repercussions while also accounting for Santiago's unusual strength. While I doubt it would be Rosh himself, as even with the Coven Armand wouldn't be able to take him out (and Rolin Jones likely is planning to use him), but you might be right that it was one of his fledglings or of his blood.

Santiago and his relationship with Armand

OK so I actually wrote most of this as tags to a post that compared Santiago mocking Louis in the restaurant with Louis mocking Santiago after he set the theatre on fire, but I realized I wanted to expand on the idea.

Basically, I had always interpreted Santiago's hatred of Louis as jealousy over him 'stealing' Armand (both in the book and in the show). An interview with Ben Daniels confirmed that while Santiago was initially written as straight, Ben felt the only way Santiago would so viciously hate Louis was if he was in love with Armand. However, in the same interview he also said that Santiago had been in love with his maker, and his jealousy of Louis and conflict over Armand killing his maker made him want to destroy Louis.

After reading this, I was more than a little confused: if Santiago loved his maker, how could he fall in love with Armand?

Then I saw the gifset and was reminded of this moment-

Louis mocks Santiago about his maker's disdain for him, and how his maker abandoned him shortly after he turned him. Santiago loved his maker, but his maker did not love him back.

Now, we aren't given any timeline of events in terms of when Santiago is made, when he joins the Coven and when Armand kills his maker, but I think it's safe to assume it all happens not long after he was turned. So we have fledgling Santiago, bitterly in love with a maker who disdains him, meeting the beautiful and powerful Armand. Armand welcomes him into the Coven, gives him the opportunity to return to his theatrical career, and kills the maker that wounded Santiago's pride and heart. From that perspective, Armand must have seemed like an avenging angel to Santiago- of course he'd fall in love.

For years, Santiago forges his way up the ranks of the Coven, serving Armand and becoming his right hand man and star of the show. The other vampires of the coven practically throw themselves at him, some of the women literally fighting each other over him...but his heart belongs to Armand.

Then Louis and Claudia come into town, and Armand's attention leaves him for this beautiful man that Santiago can't help feeling attracted to too. And Armand lets this newcomer do pretty much whatever he wants, making the execution of Santiago's maker suddenly seem a lot less fair... yet Armand is still the one responsible for pretty much all the opportunities and good things in Santiago's life, and he's still the one Santiago loves and wants above all others.

Just look at his reaction to seeing Armand's photo in Louis' apartment-

There's no anger there, no hate. He's in love. And he wants Armand back.

Santiago must've been thrilled when Armand seemingly changed his mind about Louis and Claudia and agreed to punish them for their "crimes". I suspect, though this is only hinted at in the show, that after the trial, Armand regrets choosing the coven and allows himself to be overthrown by Santiago (Celeste is overheard by Louis saying that Armand was overthrown and there's no reason to doubt her at this point). Now Santiago has (he thinks) everything he wants: leadership of the coven, his rival dead, and Armand seemingly broken and at his mercy. When we see him watching Armand bow his head to him and slip into his coffin, Santiago stares at him with naked hunger, completely ignoring Celeste hanging off his arm.

He thinks it's only a matter of time before Armand will become his lover once more. Instead, Armand frees Louis and allows him to destroy Santiago's world.

[tacoscribs]

here’s another art dump i’ve decided to post separately from the previous one since this post is mostly some drawings and shenanigans of me and my lovely friends, @bushacat and @flowercept (feat. a drawing of my grandma’s dog for her birthday i forgot to throw into the previous art dump post)

[wakaoujisenhime]

Hi Hi could I request Kuroko, Kagamai, Akashi, Midorima and Murasakibara reaction to their s/o who's into photography and loves to take photos of them because they think their the most beautiful muse. They say things like "the light is hitting you perfectly please don't move until I take this picture." something like that lol

A/N: anon…this, THIS is a masterpiece of an idea and I love you for it (๑♡⌓♡๑) please enjoy! ♥️

Tags: the boys [KKMMA] x reader ✅ SFW ✅ fluff ✅

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Kuroko:

ok so the first time you took a picture of him was during lunch break

since he usually likes to spend his free time in the classroom while eating his homemade bento, the moment you became a couple you’d always join him

one day you were a bit late because one of the teachers had held you up, so you quickly texted him an apology for your delay and told him you’d be there soon so he can start eating without you

when you finally arrived, you immediately proceeded to apologize but promptly shut your mouth as you saw the scenery before you

Kuroko was reading one of his many novels, his elbows propped on the very edges of his desk, bento box and chopsticks untouched before him, blue eyes fixated on the text before him

everything about this was perfect as is, but what really gripped you and made you unconsciously reach for your camera, that you always had dangling from your neck, was the way the morning sun hit his face casting an ever so small shadow that only further accentuated his beautiful and calm facial features

as if in trance you gently push the small button on top of your camera and the shutter goes off

surprised by the sudden sound he turned his head in your direction and wanted to greet you but you cut him off even before he uttered a single syllable: “Tetsu, don’t move! The way the sun hits the back of your head right now is perfect…I just need to take a picture so bear with me for a moment.”

the way you had your left arm outstretched to stop any of his movements while your eyes were hidden behind the small rectangular object didn’t stop your boyfriend’s light blush to spread across his cheeks

he wasn’t used to being the only one in a photo so that alone made him a little nervous and embarrassed, but your silent comments and compliments on how his hair looked even more remarkable under the sunlight or how his facial features managed to perfectly cast shadows on his face that made him look more mature made his heart race faster than any game

luckily for your lover, this situation showed him another side of you that he rarely got to see, and who was he to interrupt your adorable mumbling just because of his embarrassment?

.

since then you used any and every opportunity to take his photo, whether it was in Maji Burger as he drank his usual smoothie or when he waited for you in front of a fountain in the park where you scheduled your date

when he finally asked you about it you proudly announced: “I’m sorry, but I can’t help the fact that my lover is such an amazing model for basically any type of photo! I always thought that you were hiding your beauty beneath those bangs and turns out I was absolutely right!”

you continued showering him with compliments until he couldn’t take it anymore and shut you up with a gentle kiss

“If it weren’t for your keen eye, I could’ve continued hiding myself and avoid the other’s gazes”

“Do you hate being the center of attention that much?” you whispered out, your eyes directly peering into his own big ones

with a smile he gently caresses your cheek and answers: “Your attention is all I need.”

Kagami:

Kagami was aware of your fascination for photography, I mean how could he not be when every time the two of you were out together for different reasons, you’d always take your camera with you and snap a photo or two

what he wasn’t aware of though, was what or better said who the subject of your images was

every time you reached for your camera the lens was always aimed in his direction and it never bothered him, because he figured that you were taking a photo of the scenery behind him so he never bothered to pose, smile, or anything of that sort

one day though it made him wonder whether his presence might disturb whatever images you’d taken so the next time you aimed your camera he turned his head, looking directly into the object’s circular lens, and just as he was about to say something the familiar sound of the shutter shut him up

“Perfect…that might be the best one yet” you silently praised and smiled to yourself

W-Wait a second…

“(Y/N)?”

“Hm?”

“What did you just photograph?”

you looked at him with slightly wide eyes, confusion spreading across your face as you answered: “Why of you of course”

and that’s when it clicked

all this time you’d taken pictures of what he thought to be the nature and scenery but in actuality, it was him you’d focused on

“W-Wait! You mean to t-tell me that I wasn’t in the way of your photos a-and that you actually photographed–“

before he could finish his sentence he realized something else that made him blush even harder

Perfect…Absolutely breathtaking…I’m so glad that I took my camera with me…The lighting and wind make you even prettier…What tranquility and gentleness, I’m in love…You’re so beautiful

all these comments that he’d brushed off, thinking that they were some kind of weird quirk of yours that resembled his captain’s whenever he talked about his samurai series, now made perfect sense

when the reality of the situation hit him he couldn’t help but bury his face in his hands and grunt at his stupidness, meanwhile, you tried to wrap your head around what Kagami had been believing up until today

looking at him being that frustrated with himself made you chuckle, but it also made you feel bad since you never directly told him so you decided that now might be the best time

with a gentle smile, you once again raised the camera to your face, waited until his figure became the focus and blurred the background, and gently pressed down the shutter

the sound made the young man beside you flinch and ever so hesitantly glance up to you with a dreading expression on his face

after pushing some of the buttons you cozy up to your boyfriend until your shoulders touched and showed him the image you had just taken with a proud smile

“I’m sorry for not telling you about it, but if I shared the fact that you’re my muse with you, you probably would’ve never allowed me to take any” you reasoned as you looked into his eyes and observed the way his cheeks reddened the moment you called him your muse

“I’m your muse…?”

you nodded and showed him a few other photos that all showed him do average everyday things such as eating something, chatting on his phone, warming up, etc. and even though they weren’t that special, the way you managed to capture him, his expression, and even some of the background made them all look professional

“Taiga, you’re such a nice guy that you would’ve probably offered to be my model if I had asked you to, but I wanted to capture that raw beauty of yours, the one that you display on every basketball match and that was the only way to do it…or at least that’s what I thought”

you paused before returning to the most recent image

“Having you being aware might be better after all…just look here at the way your eyes sparkle and your posture, both tense and relaxed at the same time gives off the impression of confidence and a tinge of uncertainty, both summing up your profound character that I love so much”

listening to your explanation made his heart beat harder against his chest and to stop you from fawning even more he covered your camera with his big hand and murmured: ”I-It’s fine already…I get it”

after seeing yet another unexpected expression on your boyfriend’s face you tried to get another shot of him, but this time he tried his best to avoid you and the two of you ended up chasing each other around the park, attracting the attention of many fellow visitors, but to you, it was as if only Kagami and you existed

Midorima:

one afternoon during the end of basketball practice, you had joined your green-haired boyfriend with his supplementary exercises, observing him and the perfect way he shoots one three-pointer after the other

you’d asked him long ago whether it was alright with him to take his photo and despite the many protests he’d agreed under the condition that it happened during basketball practice

unfortunately, the way he played didn’t manage to ignite the spark you needed to snap that one photo you’ve always been hoping for, neither his skills nor his playstyle were to blame for that, there was just something missing that you couldn’t name

the way you sighed caught Midorima’s attention and made him stop mid-throw so that he could take a glance in your direction and when he saw the disappointed face you made it made his heart ache

“Is something the matter (Y/N)?” he suddenly asked as he sat beside you, towel in one hand and his drinking bottle in the other

you shook your head and tried to play it off, blaming your bad mood on one of your earlier classes and the complaisant boyfriend he was he let it go (also partially because he was afraid that if he prodded further you’d get mad)

out of the corner of your eyes, you could see how he took off his glasses and started cleaning them

and that’s when your heart throbbed

the way his long fingers carefully handled the fragile black frames, the skillful and cautious way he removed any speck of dust from the glass, mixed with the way some of his green hair’s strands stuck to his slightly sweaty forehead, and lastly his beautiful long eyelashes were what won you over

before you knew it, you had grabbed your camera and had taken a photo of his profile, the shutter’s sound startling both him and you

“D-Did you just take a ph–”

“Shush! Stay just like that!” you blurted out, your hand on his chest to restrict his movements and keep him in that exact pose he was right now

with a reluctant expression on his face, he avoided looking in your direction, hoping that you wouldn’t notice the light blush spreading across his cheeks, meanwhile you smiled to yourself at his futile attempt and once again snapped another picture…

.

thanks to that one coincidental photo you managed to take back then, you finally knew what you have been missing all this time, namely your boyfriend being himself and not the Midorima Shintaro from Shuutoku who never missed a shot

in order to achieve that “normality” you had to take as many sneaky shots as possible, but they unfortunately never stayed as secretive as you would’ve wanted them to be because he either caught you mid-photo or your own comments betrayed you

Just like that Shin, look more to the side!

Leave your glasses be, you’re even more beautiful without them!

Don’t touch your hair! The way it is right now compliments your face perfectly!

Even if you scowl at me, you still look good!

he’d always run up to you afterward, blushing at the entire situation and no matter how much he ended up protesting, scolding you, or trying to take the camera from you to delete the photos, he never truly was upset about it

the reason Midorima let it all slide was because he enjoyed the way you smiled when you looked at the images you’d taken

the way your eyes practically sparkled mixed with the slight flush of your cheeks made his heart race every single time

“Is something wrong Shin? You’ve been staring at my face for quite a while.”

embarrassed of being caught by you, he squeezed your nose and stuttered: “I-It’s nothing, k-keep looking at y-your photos!”

Murasakibara:

taking Murasakibara’s pictures wasn’t an issue, you simply asked him and he agreed with no resistance whatsoever

you were over the moon at first and even made sure to have your camera with you at all times so that when an opportunity presented itself you’d be ready

from a pedestrian’s point of view, you looked like a cute touristic couple which consisted of the somewhat bored boyfriend, who agreed to have his photos taken for your happiness, and you, who couldn’t hold the excitement of being together with this young man back while happily snapping one pic after the other

their thoughts weren’t that off from the truth, you truly were delighted to be able to practice your hobby, and even having the tall young man as your model made it even better

thanks to the amount of muscles he’d gained from his daily basketball training, his height, his beautifully long and purple hair, his constantly relaxed expression, and his surprisingly gentle facial features, your boyfriend was already photogenic as is so any photo you took was downright breathtaking

and yet, those fulfilling feelings were rather short-lived

as time went by and you shot one photo after the other you came to realize that you hadn’t managed to take a single photo where he genuinely smiled or grinned

getting him to do either was nearly impossible, even for you

all you ever managed to summon was a very loving and gentle smile that resembled that of an angel; it was so pure that you could read all of his emotions from it, but that smile was reserved for your cuddle sessions that always ended up with him almost crushing you with his embrace and his low giggles as the result to your mixed reactions

“(Y/N)-chin, let’s go over there and sit down…I can’t walk anymore”

you giggled and took his hand that he’d extended to you, following him to a bench that was protected by a couple of trees, which cast down a perfect shadow on the wooden surface

the young man plopped down as if he’d ran for hours without a single break and wrapped his big arms around your waist, burying his face in your tummy

his childish behavior made you giggle and you softly caressed his head

“Didn’t you want to eat your snacks?” you asked after a short while, only to receive a silent growl as an answer

“Let me stay like this for a while…please”

his cute way of pleading with you only broadened your smile, which turned it into a grin as soon as an idea popped into your mind

with one hand still on his head, you used the other to aim the camera lens at the young man’s head as you asked your lover to look up at you

it took him a short while to comply because he kinda had the feeling that you wanted to ask for yet another photo, but he ultimately gave in and cast his purple eyes up to you

still smiling you glanced at the small screen on your camera in order to make sure that everything was perfect when you subconsciously blurted out: “Everything about you is charming Atsushi, the way the wind caresses your hair, perfectly accentuating your gentle face’s features…I’m so glad to have you as my muse”

…

…

your eyes went wide as you noticed the change in his expression

his cheeks had taken on an unexpected shade of deep red, one that you’ve never seen on him before; his eyes were a bit glassy and maybe equally as wide as yours, and his mouth was slightly agape

“Wha-! What are you saying (Y/N)-chin?!” he screamed out and once again hid his face before you could manage to snap a picture of this rare expression

“Atsushi, wait don’t hide! Let me take a photo!”

your protests fell on deaf ears and no matter how much you struggled or tried to loosen his grip around your waist, his strength made sure to make all of your attempts futile

“I-If I let you see me like that…I won’t be cool in your eyes anymore a-and I don’t want that” he finally admitted in a low voice

it took you a short while to comprehend what exactly he was trying to say; and when you did you couldn’t hold your laughter in any longer, ruffled his hair, and kissed the top of his head, waiting until he had regained his composure and returned your affectionate gestures

Akashi:

having the famous Emperor as your lover was like a dream, but when it came to keeping things a secret you were at a clear disadvantage because this man read you like an open book

no matter how hard you tried to act innocent or clueless, he’d always be able to add two and two together and expose whatever you were hiding within a matter of minutes

same goes for your fondness of photography and the fact that you had your eyes set on him as your muse

one day when you visited his home the two of you were in the living room and he was playing a round of shogi against himself while you sorted your camera’s gallery

when you took a glance at the young man your heart throbbed

the soft light of the sun that managed to come forth between the many clouds of that day shone right at him; in order to block the light from disturbing his vision, he’d leaned his chin on his hand and let his fingers extend to the corner of his mesmerizing eyes; a soft smile adorned his lips as his left hand stretched out to move one of the many wooden pieces before him

you couldn’t help it and immediately proceeded to take a picture, successfully catching him off guard

“Did you take a picture of me?” he asked without shifting his line of sight from the board, a hint of amusement in his voice

“Mhm, I did…sorry” you apologized before sighing to yourself, “it’s just that you looked really beautiful and I thought it’d be a shame if I didn’t use the opportunity.”

being called beautiful was something he wasn’t used to, so as he heard that word pass your lips, he froze up and finally tore his attention away from the game, and now gazed at you with a warm smile

“You can take more if you’d like.”

“R-Really?”

and with that, he became your conspirator in your mission to take as many photos of him as your camera’s storage could handle

.

“Just like that Sei…look more to the lef- yes, perfect!”

you spat one command after the other as the young man before you held onto the reins of his gorgeous white horse and let his hand gently run along the animal’s head

after snapping a few more photos you looked at them in silence, an unusual scene for your boyfriend

“Is something the matter (Y/N)? Aren’t you satisfied with these?”

your head shot up and you violently shook your head, explaining that it was nothing and you were just lost in thought; even though he quickly realized that you weren’t telling the truth, he chose to keep silent until you were ready to tell him what truly bothered you

unexpectedly, your silence lasted longer than he’d hoped for and no matter how unique he tried to organize these little photo sessions you did, your mood never seemed to improve which frustrated him

when he saw you sitting on the couch all sad and unmotivated while you scrolled through your camera roll, he immediately turned around and went back outside to his garden to mull over ways in which he could help you out

so to distract himself, he picked up his basketball, started dribbling, and began perfecting his shooting

the sound of the ball hitting the wall caught your attention, causing you to get up and search for its source

when you opened the front door you were greeted by a similar sight as the one back when you’d first taken Akashi’s photo which made you smile

“Sei-chan, that’s what I was looking for” you whispered as you subconsciously took a photo of the exact moment where the young man jumped and gently threw the ball against the wall, simulating a layup shot

still unaware of your presence the young man wiped his sweat with his shirt’s collar and the moment he felt your arms wrap around his body he jumped ever so slightly

before he could ask you anything, let alone say something, you kissed his cheek and whispered: “I knew it…you’re always beautiful, but the moment you shine the brightest is when you’re being yourself”

moved by your words he turned around, returning your embrace and kissing your lips as he then proceeded to hide his blushing face and glassy eyes from you by pressing you closer to himself

[ameliora-j]

before i fell // dm x reader

words: 2.8k

warnings: angst, talk of a breakup, mention of loss of virginity, mention of not eating, mention of not sleeping, pansy is kinda ooc and so is draco, the slytherins are assholes

a/n: i used a lot of olivia rodrigo lyrics bc i listened to SOUR while writing lol. lmk if i should add other warnings and happy reading babies!

you would be cliche and say that you fell in love the way that you fall asleep. slowly and then all at once. but you couldn’t because you didn’t. it wasn’t a john green novel and you weren’t hazel grace lancaster. falling in love wasn’t simple, and that description of it truly… didn’t describe anything. falling in love was more complicated than that. there were more layers to it than that. falling in love was rather… quick and unexpected. unexpected like snow in the middle of march. or rain when there’s not a cloud in sight. quick like waiting months for an event and finally when the time comes, it feels like you blinked and then it was over.

falling in love with draco malfoy was all of these things and more. falling in love with draco malfoy brought upon more layers than that. falling in love with draco malfoy brought pain. not just any kind of pain, no… horrible, heart wrenching, gut twisting pain. pain that began by bubbling itself in your chest right at the center of your heart, then slowly but surely worked it’s way outwards. encapsulating your entire body and making every inch of your body ache. pain like when you get attached to a character and the author kills them off. pain like when you finish your favorite book and you realize that you’re not truly in that universe and none of that actually happened. pain like when you’re two hours, fifteen minutes, and twelve seconds into avengers: infinity war and peter parker says “mr. stark, i don’t feel so good.” pain that you’ve never felt. pain that can’t be described. pain that you felt for days. pain.

you thought it was strange when the platinum blonde slytherin sought you out. he came to you one day while you sat silently at the black lake. you were alone, but only because you liked to be. you had friends of course, many actually, but you chose to be alone. the black lake was your place of solace. then along came draco. he sat beside you, a good distance away, but his presence was known. you looked to him for an explanation but he offered none. just smiled at you and turned to his notes, so you did the same. the second time he came, he sat closer, but still in silence. the third time is when he struck up conversation.

“yln, yeah?” he questioned.

“yn, actually. but yes, yn yln. and you’re draco malfoy?” you asked.

“i am,” he smirked at your knowledge of his name and then you returned to your studying. after that, the two of you talked every time he came and sat with you. short discussions about the weather or the potions assignment. you don’t know when, but soon they became longer. discussions of your day and your family. your interests and how you got your name. how you loved the rain and the stars and how you loved hogwarts, but you often missed home. draco knew you inside and out and you knew him—and before long, you called the tall, skinny blonde your boyfriend.

you walked the halls of hogwarts together, hand in hand. draco walked haughtily with a hard scowl and you with a bright smile. while you walked cheerfully and waved to your friends and to first years while draco glared at anyone who dared look at the two of you. he took you to parties in the slytherin common room and you wore his jersey proudly at quidditch games, even when he played against your house. he bought you lavish gifts at all of your trips to hogsmeade and he showered you in kisses, praise, and affection. you were whole heartedly smitten with the sole heir to the malfoy fortune.

it was one fateful day in the common room when your heart absolutely exploded. that was the day you knew that you fell in love with draco malfoy. you had been a thing for about two, going on three, months. you were sitting in the slytherin common room, reading in silence when he asked. you were pressed against his chest and he pressed a soft kiss to your head. “‘ve been meaning to ask you something,” he murmured gently. this caused you to close the book and turn your full attention to him. “want you to wear this,” he said, holding out a ring. “it’s the malfoy family crest.”

your stomach and your heart exploded into billions of butterflies and you launched yourself forward, straight into his chest. millions of emotions overcame you as you squeezed his neck as tight as possible. you nodded into his neck as a few stray tears fell. he kissed your head repeatedly as he slid the ring onto your finger before pressing his lips to your’s gently. you giggled excitedly as you stared down at the ring on your finger. “do you like it?” he asked you.

“i love it, dray. i love you. thank you s’much,” you confessed for the first time as you cuddled back into his chest. you don’t know what it was that made the blonde boy seek you out, but you’re glad he did. if only you knew the true nature of his intentions. but alas, you were oblivious.

it was the beginning of the school year, on the train to hogwarts. in the compartment of what was labeled as “the slytherin squad.” there sat theo nott, pansy parkinson, blaise zabini, and—your now boyfriend—draco malfoy.

they were all sitting around, taking the piss out of draco for all of his past failed relationships when it was brought up. “i’ll bet malfoy couldn’t get a girl to fall in love with him if he paid her,” theo spoke.

“i’ll take that bet,” draco countered.

“alright. but we get to pick the girl,” blaise decided.

“what?” pansy asked as theo began to look around the compartment. it was a few minutes before he found the victim. it was then that your fate was sealed. there, sitting in the back corner, head tucked deep into a copy of the fault in our stars, was you. you. awkward and quiet. you with seemingly no friends. poor little unsuspecting you.

“that one,” nott smirked evilly.

“what the weirdo?!” draco exclaimed incredulously. “no way!”

“so then you forfeit?” blaise asked, causing draco to release a frustrated exhale.

“alright i’ll do it,” he rolled his eyes.

“then we give you five months. make yn yln fall in love with you in five months and we’ll do your homework for the rest of the year,” theo posed.

“and if i don’t?” draco asked.

“and when you don’t… thennn,” blaise taunted as he searched for a deal that was fair.

“then we get two hundred galleons each and you have to apologize to potter for making his life hell,” theo smirked. draco scoffed at this and rolled his eyes, but nodded nonetheless.

“and what are my conditions?” he raised an eyebrow.

“she has to say it first. you can do anything you want or need to get her to say it, but you cannot say ‘i love you’ first,” blaise spoke.

“this doesn’t seem fair to yn,” pansy piped in.

“shut your mouth parkinson. no one asked your opinion,” theo growled with a roll of his eyes. but it was too late. there was absolutely nothing the girl could do to get the three to change their minds. she just had to sit idly by and watch draco malfoy break your heart as she said nothing. she wished that she could stop it, but their minds were made up. and the three of them were very stubborn.

it was a few days after draco gave you his ring when your bubble came crashing down. you were walking to meet draco at your spot at the black lake when blaise and theo intercepted you. you knew who they were, of course you did. they were your boyfriend’s best friends, however why they were currently speaking to you, you had no idea.

they told you it would be quick. that they just wanted to show you something in the slytherin common room and left little room for argument, so you had no choice but to follow them there. they sat you on the couch and began to discuss your relationship with draco. you were very confused and had no idea why you were here. “so… draco hasn’t told you?” blaise mocked a gasp of shock.

“no?” you raised a soft eyebrow as you stared on. this made theo smirk evilly as he pulled up a projector and pointed his wand at it. a picture appeared, it looked like a memory. “what’s this?” you asked before the boys urged you to ‘shh.’ you sunk further into the couch as you idly watched on.

you truly weren’t paying attention untill you heard the voice of your boyfriend. the words he spoke stung. you were soft. emotional. the way he spoke about you absolutely crushed you. it would crush anyone, but it shattered you especially. “she’s so fucking weird!” “i’ll take that bet.”

‘s all you were. all you ever were. just a stupid belt. another notch in his belt. it was that moment that draco had barged into the common room. but by then, it was already too late. the tears had already sprung to your eyes and you were preparing for a torrential downpour as you heard his voice. “i’m out!” he announced breathlessly. he froze in his run as his eyes fell on you and what was playing on the projector currently. “bunny…” he whispered softly as his hand touched your shoulder, but you quickly jerked away as if his hand had burned you on contact.

“don’t call me that. don’t touch me,” you demanded as the tears began to fall. “that’s all i was? a bet?” an involuntary whimper sounded from the depths of your throat. “i feel so stupid.” you shook your head.

“no, bunny please listen to me,” you didn’t allow the boy to finish as you wrapped your arms tightly around yourself.

“don’t call me that!” you demanded. “in fact don’t call me at all. don’t… don’t talk to me draco. ever again. i can’t believe i fell for your stupid joke. i feel so… i feel like an idiot,” you spoke. you shook your head, hastily wiping at your eyes untill you saw stars. it was then that you decided to walk away.

“YN STOP!” draco yelled. “LISTEN to me,” he demanded.

“NO!” you shouted as you turned to face him finally. “godric draco, i wish you would’ve thought this through before i went and fell in love with you,” you sniffled as you wiped your snot on your sweater sleeve.

“yn please just let me explain. please listen to me, please,” he begged.

“i feel like you betrayed me,” you shook your head. “i told you everything. you were my everything. draco i loved you. i actually loved you. i thought you loved me too but i guess you’re just a really good actor,” you sniffled once more. “i hate you draco. i really fucking hate you. i don’t want to hear your bullshit explanation because i know that you’ll never feel sorry for the way i’m hurting right now.”

“it was a bet!” draco shouted as you walked away, hand on the door knob. you scoffed as you muttered a sarcastic, ‘no shit.’ “that’s how it started yes, but then i got to know you. i figured out who you were. i learned that your favorite color is yfc and that you prefer night over day because you love the stars and that your favorite star is scorpius and you would name your son after that star one day. i learned that you love to read and you love when it storms but you're afraid of the thunder. you only dance when you’re drunk and you giggle when you’re nervous and i love that giggle. with everything in me i do. your favorite book is yfb and you choose to be alone but you let everyone be your friend. you’re gorgeous. inside and out and while it may have started as a bet, somewhere along the lines i fell in love with you so yn please. please don’t leave,” he whispered the last part as his voice came out broken.

you took a deep breath in before you began to speak. “you couldn’t have cared less about someone who loved you more. i’d say you broke my heart but you broke much more than that,” you shook your head as you furiously wiped at your eyes again. “i gave you my all draco. you were my first everything. i gave you my virginity for merlin’s sake. all to find out that i was just some stupid bet,” you scoffed.

“yn please believe me when i say that you’re so much more than that,” he begged again. “i came to tell them that they won. that i wanted out because i fell in love with you too!”

“it doesn’t matter if you don’t see me as a bet any longer. the fact is that you did. i’m worth so so much more than that.” your breaths were ragged as you spoke. “i really wish that you had thought this through before i went and fell in love with you.” you repeated with a small sniffle. “don’t you think i loved you too much to be used and discarded? don’t you think i loved you too much to think i deserve nothing?” you were openly sobbing at this point.

“yn please believe me when i tell you how sorry i am…” he spoke softly.

“don’t tell me you’re sorry. feel sorry for yourself. because someday i’ll be everything to somebody else,” with this you turned away from him. you hastily opened the door and practically ran out of the common room and away from him.

at that moment you decided to forget about it. draco, and the bet, and love, and everything. like in the vampire diaries, you decided to turn your emotions off. you laid in your dorm crying for hours before you made that decision, however. your dorm mates checked on you often, but you never offered more than merely a half hearted shrug, letting them know that you were still alive, but barely breathing. you skipped classes and meals. you were a mere shell of yourself. it was about two weeks before you could face draco again. and even then you couldn’t truly. you went into the great hall and found “the slytherin squad” sans draco.

pansy looked at you sympathetically while theo and blaise basked in the glow of their new victory. you pulled the ring off carelessly as you stopped in front of them, hair disheveled and uniform askew. you had dark bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep you’d gotten in the past fourteen days and your eyes were rimmed red with the weight of your emotions. “c’you just give this back to malfoy,” you murmured half-heartedly as you dropped the ring on the table in front of the three. just speaking his name brought you pain.

your shoulders were sunken in defeat and you were but a shell of your usual cheerful self. you don’t even know when the last time you saw daylight or had fresh air was. “wait yln,” pansy called hesitantly. you turned to face her, still staring down at your mary janes as you pulled and twisted your fingers untill you heard your knuckles pop. “you… you really love him, don’t you?”

you just shrugged your right shoulder as you used the heel of your palm to wipe the snot from your rapidly reddening nose. “i was just some stupid bet,” you replied as tears begin to spill rapidly over your waterline.

“if it’s any consolation… it was those two bozos’ idea,” pansy told you as she pointed to blaise and theo.

“doesn’t matter,” you murmured. “he’s still a traitor,” you answered as you walked away, forgetting all about the slytherin prince and his stupid friends. forgetting all about how he hit you with a train of his “love.” forgetting all about how for three months he was your everything. forgetting all about how he wrote to his mum about you and you wrote to your parents about him. forgetting all about draco malfoy. the platinum blonde boy with stormy grey eyes who had a long story buried beneath his haughty exterior. the boy who you called your first. your first kiss. your first time. your first love. forgetting all about the boy that made you fall in love just to tell you it was all a bet.

attempting to revert back to how you were before you fell.

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Panting, Flash frowned, he wasn't feeling like being this chatty about everything. But something felt welcoming about the other, they were at least talking to him in a way that he wasn't really familiar with. Most people just brushed him off as a guy too full of himself. But he was so much more than that, and he really felt like he could be someone great. If only he didn't have all the other stuff in his life getting in the way. The stuff he pretended weren't even an issue. Or didn't even exist for that matter.

"Apparently the only sucker punch life ever gave Parker was dead parents." Flash mumbled in response, not even at all to Jason's comment, just in general. For years now, since at least middle school, Peter was always outshining him. No. Maybe even before that, actually, Peter was always everyone's favorite. Peter was always good at pretty much everything else. Even without his parents, he had Ben, he had May, and as a kid, when Flash had been witness to this…love, that the three had for one another. It opened up a void inside him when it did dawn on him…He didn't have it. May was a good example of what mom should be, and Ben was a good example of what a dad should be. But each day he had to go back to his empty mansion, where neither existed, and exist still.

Flash pulled his head back "It's fine, dude. I've dealt with it my entire life. I'm used to it." He tried to be liked, but clearly it wasn't working. He knew that, but still, he had nothing else to offer. Becoming Peter's rival wasn't exactly what he set out to do. But time and time again, he was always pitted opposite him. There was always that, once Peter joined him in his preppy schools, and then in Midtown. Everywhere he went, Peter was there. Everything he tried to be good at, Peter was better. How was he supposed to react to that? The only thing he had to fill the void, was to be good at something. But Peter was always there, was always better. Or at the very least, was better than him, something their main friend group did not let him forget.

As Jason went on, he shifted, not really sure what he was doing "I'm not hurting myself. I'm working through it." He grinned, giving a shrug. Yeah, he worked harder than he needed to, or should have, sure. But he knew he had to. That's where the bar was set. With his poor ability to speak in public, he was made out to be stupider than he actually was. He was told constantly that if his parents weren't rich, he would be too dumb to participate. Or he wouldn't be going to Midtown at all. Which wasn't true. He had more than just a overconfident ego going on when it came to his apparent stupidity and the more it was pointed out, to him, the more he buried and hid it and tried convince himself he didn't have these issues, too.

Swallowing, Flash laughed "Well yeah, I know. I want to be like Tony Stark one day! I'm going to build, great things. Discover …new things." He revealed, he didn't really talk about this kind of thing, obviously, being told he wouldn't amount to anything really made it all sound silly to him, just as much as it sounded silly to others that he would try and compare himself to a man seemingly much more intelligent than him, when even Peter Parker was outdoing him in the most mundane of subject material "Of course, I'd also like to be more like Spider-Man…" Which was the real person he idolized overall "He has these cool web-things….Slingers! Yeah! And he sticks, he's sticky, so he can stick to walls." Posing then as if he were sticking to a wall " It would be so awesome to be like one of those two!" Or even a mix of both! He imagined.

"It kind of, hard to move away from something like that, isn't it? When your entire formative years is kinda, you know, hinged on being compared to others…" He blinked then "But you don't even know me. Why would you offer that?" Flash tilt his head a little bit. At the statement of being taken to the paramedics he held up his hands "Nah! It's all cool. I don't need any of that-" Sucking in a breath, he held it, then released "See. I'm breathing just fine." Blinking, he glances, searching, from side to side as, considering the request "Heh…Yeah. I, uh. I guess. I can-" He was good at that. Except for in these kinds of situations, even if he lacked the entirety of self preservation that others seemed to have. Maybe that wasn't the worst thing in the world to lack, either. Because he could use it, to become like the heroes he idolized, and one day wished to be, himself.

Jason's eyes remained locked on Flash, studying the younger boy's troubled expression. He understood the crushing weight of pain and the relentless struggle to prove oneself to a world that seemed indifferent. He knew what it felt like to be an outsider, searching for a purpose in a universe that often felt cruel and unyielding.

"Yeah, life can really sucker punch you sometimes," Jason replied, his voice laced with a hint of bitterness. "But you don't have to bear it all alone, you know? There are people who actually give a damn about you, even when it doesn't seem like it."

He hesitated briefly, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his features. "I get it, the desperate need to show everyone that you're more than what they expect. But hurting yourself or pushing people away won't get you there. There are other ways to prove your worth, to find your place."

Jason's lips curved into a faint, wry smile. "You've got potential, Flash. But you gotta stop seeking validation from others and start believing in yourself. And if you ever need someone to talk to or lean on, I'm here. No judgment, no strings attached."

With a subtle gesture, Jason extended his hand towards Flash, offering genuine camaraderie. "Let me take you to the paramedics, get you sorted out, and then I'll back off, alright? But promise me this—you'll start taking care of yourself, too. You damn well deserve that much."

[majestyeverlasting]

Congratulations on your one month tumblr anniversary! Could you please write prompts 16 and 46 with fatws!Bucky x reader? Thank you! :)

♡ Hi, thank you so much! I appreciate you for waiting on me to write this. I had a lot of fun with it, so I hope you enjoy! To summarize, the reader gets to accompany Bucky on an assignment in Germany, and the two of them take advantage of the special housing arrangement they’re given on a private portion of the beach. You guys get to see a little dash of multilingual Bucky towards the end in a really sweet way. The whole thing is pretty cute overall.

♡ Prompt 16: “You’re not good at pretending to be asleep.”

♡ Prompt 46: “Stop making me laugh, I’m supposed to be angry with you.”

Once More

As the tide rolled in, a gentle breeze came with it. Each ebb and flow brought the lukewarm water of the bay running over your feet as your toes pressed into the soft sand. The seagulls gliding above seemed to be welcoming you as they released their throaty cries into the air. Aside from them and the gentle slosh of the bubbling tide, there were no immediate sounds; it was peaceful.

That portion of the beach was private, situated along the Bay of Kiel. It sat behind the small, white, house that you and Bucky were staying in for the week-long duration of his assignment. It was the first time in a while that you’d been able to accompany him because, for once, he and Sam were solely doing investigative work.

There would be no intense pursuits, no combat, no casualties. Just observing.

In the weeks prior, the Office of International Affairs in D.C. had received word that under-the-table negotiations were being proposed in the port city of Kiel. They needed eyes and ears on the ground to confirm whether or not such claims were valid. Because if they were, a major threat would be posed to European infrastructure and the millions who depended on it. So after housing arrangements were made, the three of you were flown into a private airport in Germany along with a couple of military agents.

It was a peculiar getaway, but a getaway no less.

You let out a small yelp when a pair of arms snaked around your waist from behind, squeezing gently. “Hey, pretty girl,” Bucky murmured into your ear, kissing it afterwards. “I saw you walk out here.”

As you relaxed, a thoughtful hum rose up your throat. “I figured you might’ve. You’re not very good at pretending to be asleep.”

Before you wandered out to the shoreline, Bucky had been laying on the wicker couch on the back porch, baby blue cushions beneath him. There were a pair of aviator sunglasses covering his eyes as his chest rose with steady breaths. You had paused to see if he was awake and would acknowledge you. The corners of his lips twitched upwards the slightest bit, which you almost considered calling him out for.

But when he didn’t show any other signs of being awake, you leaned down to press a light kiss to his forehead before heading down the steps, and onto the wooden walkway that led to the sand.

At your comment, Bucky chuckled and let his mouth move the spot beneath your ear, nipping gently.

You shivered, and said, “I should’ve pinched you.”

“That wouldn’t have been nice.” A smile was evident in his voice.

You shrugged with a small huff of laughter. The two of you then gazed out at the expanse of the bay. Ships sailed along the line of the horizon in the distance. The tide continued rolling in, though never rising quite above your knees.

“I love you,” he said eventually, his words competing with the seagulls.

“I love you too.” He coaxed you to turn to face him. When you did, you saw that the white button down he wore was unbuttoned and flowing in the calm wind.

Seamlessly, his flesh hand rose to cup your face and he connected his lips to yours. You could taste the lingering hint of Merlot on his tongue from when you two had shared a glass in the hour prior. Bucky kissed you slowly, and gently, yet still with passion. Had the tide not been lapping at your legs, you would have had reason to believe you were floating.

You chased his lips for a final peck when he started to pull away, making him smile. He looked handsome in the late afternoon sun and you allowed yourself to study his face. A few freckles lined his cheeks and you reached up to run your finger over them. Then your hand fell so that you could wrap your arms around him in an embrace. His secured around you in return.

It was getting closer to the time he had to meet up with Sam and the agents to eavesdrop on a meeting being held at a classified location near the Port of Kiel shipyard.

“You have to leave me soon, don’t you?” You asked, head resting on his shoulder.

“In another hour,” he confirmed. “I should be back before it gets too late.”

“Okay,” you murmured. “And you promise you guys will be safe?”

Bucky chuckled and gave you a squeeze. “We’ve done this kinda stuff once or twice, doll. We’ll be alright,” he said, a note of teasing to his tone. “But, yes. I promise.”

It was before midnight when he arrived back at the house. Late, but before midnight nonetheless. When he walked through the front door, you were laying on the couch in the living room, curled up in one of the fluffy blankets you’d packed. The TV glowed as it aired a nightly news report that had failed to grasp your full attention. You would’ve crawled into bed had you not been waiting for him.

The sight of his tall frame made you push yourself up to stand, the blanket slipping off you, and back down to the couch. You didn’t realize that a small smile had stretched across your face.

“See?” He said, smiling back. “Not too bad, right? Could’ve been later.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “How’d everything go?”

He ran a hand through his hair as he began to walk towards you. His boots thudded against the wooden planks of the floor. “Things are looking pretty good so far,” he began. There wasn’t anything discussed that raised reason for concern. We’ll see how things play out as we keep an eye out these next few days. That’ll determine everyone’s next move,” he explained, stopping a little ways in front of you. “How about you, pretty girl? What’d you get up to while I was gone?”

Nothing worth noting, you wanted to say. But you decided to tease him instead. “Oh, you know.” You shrugged. “A little bit of everything. Went out on the town, danced on a few tables, got whisked away by a stranger—electrifying stuff.”

A hint of a smirk appeared on Bucky’s face as he narrowed his eyes at you. “I don’t think you’d look this cozy after doing all that.” He began to take off his leather jacket, revealing a black T-shirt that accentuated the definition of his upper body. His vibranium arm almost seemed to blend into the dark fabric, making the gold streaks of accent stand out. Black was one of your favorite colors on him for that very reason.

But you weren’t done messing with him quite yet. “Maybe that’s what I want it to seem like.” You raised your brows in a challenge. Bucky stared at you for a few more beats before stalking off towards the master bedroom with a lighthearted roll of his eyes.

“Wait, no! Don’t leave.” You laughed, following after him.

Bucky didn’t react when you wrapped your arms around him in a jarring hug, forcing him to walk into the bedroom carting a portion of your weight as you attempted to slow his steps. The room was a modest space suited with a neutral color scheme. Lots of browns and creams with a couple pops of a pretty burnt orange. The full-sized bed was smaller than the two of you were used to, but the proximity that came along with sleeping in it hadn’t been too bad the previous night.

He tossed his jacket onto it.

“I was just kidding,” you said. “I was here the whole time. I went out back to watch the sunset, but I hardly did anything other than that. Just scrolled on my phone and read a little. And missed you.”

He finally laughed and pried your arms from around him. “I know, doll.” Then he smirked. “You’d probably fall if you actually tried dancing on a table.”

“Hey!” You lightly slapped his chest with the back of your hand. “I would not.” Bucky’s laughter dwindled when you pouted and took a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Oh, c’mon,” he said, moving to stand in front of you. “I was joking. You know I was.” You almost cracked a smile when he lifted your chin so you could meet his eyes.

“Ich liebe dich,” he stated. German for I love you.

“I have no idea what you just said.” That was a lie.

You let him pull you to your feet as his shoulders shook with amusement. “Yes you do,” he countered.

Then he took your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to your forehead, your nose, and peppered some across your cheeks in a way that pleasantly ghosted over your skin. In between them, he told you that he loved you in a few of the languages he spoke—the ones in which he knew you were familiar with the phrase. He even called you “pretty girl” in Russian before pecking your lips. The whole while, warmth spread through your face.

He smiled at the sight of the sparkle in your eyes. “Do I need to repeat anything, or did you understand?”

That drew a chuckle out of you, against your attempt and feigning indifference. “Stop making me laugh,” you whined in defeat. “I’m supposed to be angry with you.”

“And how’s that working out?”

“It’s not,” you muttered. “I love you too.”

And your lips met his once more.

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「 choi hyunsuk  」

you told him you had to cancel the date you had planned together to watch your 5 year old niece

he recommended bringing her over to the dorms so that you could watch her together

he was ecstatic when you showed up with the little girl’s hand in yours

“oh my goodness aren’t you so cute?!” he gushed squatting down to get on her eye level

she hid her behind your legs in embarrassment

the day was spent playing various games like hide and seek easing your niece into the unfamiliar surroundings

at one point when she settled down watching television hyunsuk couldn’t help but look at you saying

“i can’t wait til we have a child of our own one day”

「 park jihoon 」

you had brought your nephew over to bake some brownies together hoping to surprise jihoon after practice

but when he told you practice was cancelled for the day he decided to join in on baking

he tried his best to make your 6 year old nephew laugh but he was not having it

it wasn’t until jihoon accidentally tripped over some flour falling to the floor butt first is when your nephew started to laugh uncontrollably  

you couldn’t help but put your hand over your mouth trying not to laugh in front of him

“i’m glad you think my misery is funny” he quipped rubbing his behind

「 kanemoto yoshinori  」

it was a rainy day when you went to visit yoshi at the dorms with your young niece

she had just turned 4 and yoshi wanted to meet her finally coming back from treasure’s recent comeback

walking into the dorms he had the biggest smile on his face when he bend down to greet her

“hello! [niece name] it’s so nice to meet you, you can call me yoshi-oppa” grabbing her little hand

she smiled up at him looking enjoying the new acquaintance she had just met

yoshi then stood back up placing a kiss on your cheek

“she’s so adorable”

「 kim junkyu  」

you were your nephew’s best friend being the cool aunt he always loved hanging out with you

when he heard you were in a relationship with an idol he was a tad bit jealous since he knew he would be seeing less of you

until you decided that your nephew should meet junkyu bringing him to the dorms one afternoon

when you walked in junkyu couldn’t help but smile at your nephew’s cuteness

“you must be [nephew name] i’m your aunt’s special friend” he exclaimed proudly

junkyu decided to show off his singing charms to your nephew who couldn’t help but be in awe of his voice

the rest of the day was spent together singing karaoke

「 takata mashiho 」

this wasn’t the first time mashiho had met your 7 year old nephew

in fact you were convinced your nephew liked mashiho more than you when he basically begged you to take him to see mashiho one day

walking in the dorms mashiho ran up to your nephew giving him the biggest of hugs

“hey! [nephew name] i’ve missed you! guess what? i got the nintendo switch all set up for us” he cheered

your nephew practically ran at a inhuman speed to the console mashiho going after him

you couldn’t help but smile looking at your two favorite people in the world having a wonderful time together

「 yoon jaehyuk 」

it was busy afternoon running errands with your young niece

jaehyuk had texted you asking you to come over

when you told him that you had your young niece with you that’s when he texted back in less than in a minute

telling you that he would babysit her until you were finishing up your errands for the day

when you went to the dorms you were shocked on what he had set up there was different types of games, books, & snacks

when he greeted you with a peck on the lips you couldn’t help but smile at the effort he put in

“don’t worry about a thing [name] we’re going to have lots of fun i promise” he grinned

「 hamada asahi 」

it all happend during a snow day, you were taking care of your niece while your sibling was out of town for a business trip

deciding to get out of the house you told asahi you were coming over to the dorms since it was treasure’s break

he decided to draw out a welcome sign for her so that she would be surprised when you showed up

walking in the dorm shaking your shoulders trying to get rid of snow that’s when you saw the welcome sign

your niece smiled at the cute drawn characters as asahi bend down to give her the piece of paper

“this is for you [niece name] i hope you like it” he smiled

the rest of the day was spent by the fire enjoying hot chocolate with marshmallows

「 bang yedam 」

when yedam told you he wanted to meet your nephew you were kind of against it

partly because your nephew was still very young barely able to walk on his own but yedam persisted

giving in you brought your nephew to the dorms one day

walking in yedam ran straight towards you in awe of the young child in your arms

“he’s so charming” he gushed squishing his little cheeks

as you walked into the living your room you sat down on the couch putting your nephew on the floor so that he could crawl around

he then crawled to yedam’s guitar playing with the strings laughing at the funny noise it was making

picking up the guitar yedam exclaimed proudly

“how about i sing a song for you? would you like that?”

「 kim doyoung 」

you were picking up your 5 year old nephew from school wanting to see doyoung since his dorms was on the way back home

he was surprised to see you but even more surprised when you brought your nephew as well

since it was a beautiful day out you all decided to go to the small park behind the dorms

all three of you decided to play a game of soccer while doyoung was giving your nephew some pointers

“your doing great! [nephew name] but try it this way”

you smiled at the wholesome interaction while your nephew looked up at him in admiration

doyoung gave him the biggest cheer when your newphew made his first goal

“see! i knew you could do it” he exclaimed proudly showing off his cute smile that you loved so much

「 watanabe haruto 」

one of the most important things to haruto was family

so when your sibling finally had your first niece he was thrilled not only for you but for your sibling as well

after a couple of weeks you finally decided to bring her to meet haruto while he was at the dorms

walking in with the baby in your arms he looked down at her tearing up

he couldn’t help it, as it reminded him of his little sister back home all the way in japan

when you gently passed her over to haruto he smiled

looking up at him you wiped away his tears as he finally said

“i think it’s time you meet my family [name] your important to me.. i want them to meet the woman i want to spend the rest of my life with” he vowed

「 park jeongwoo 」

it was a rare day when jeongwoo had a day off from all of his idol duties

so you were shocked when he said he wanted it to spend his day off with you and your niece

the minute you showed up to the dorms your niece went wild running all over the place

she was still at the age where she was just full of energy and there was no way you could stop it anytime soon

jeongwoo ran after her trying to catch her

“come here baby!” he giggled making funny animal noises trying to get her attention

finally scooping her up he gave her a small kiss on the cheek

you pouted until he saw your face giving you a small kiss on your pouty lips

“don’t worry babe your still my number 1 but [niece name] is coming for your spot” he teased as you lightly punched his arm playfully

「 so junghwan 」

being the youngest of the group he was the most comfortable around young children

you decided that he should meet your niece for the first time after a couple of months of dating

one sunny day coming to the dorms he noticed you walking in with her as he was playing a video game

he shyly walked over to her bending down to her eye level

“hello, [niece name] you look very pretty today, it’s so nice to meet you” he announced looking at her pink tutu and her small tiara

she giggled pulling off her tiara giving it to junghwan

he put it on top of his head confidently

“do i look like a prince?” he asked doing a pose

she shyly nodded

the rest of the day was spent playing dress up and having tea time together  

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pls share some of your spn fic recs 🥺🥺

ok, a few things first:

followers and mutuals who do not have supernatural brainworms, kindly avert your eyes

i don’t normally rec or even read much fanfic any more but this is a CRISIS ok (cont.)

there is so. much. content for deancas out there and i have incredibly high standards, several ancient ao3 bookmarks, can speedread, and want to spare you guys the experience of wading through it all.

i also have a section for spn femslash since I was pretty into that back in the day (sadly a lot less fan content for this :/)

I don’t really like au’s or pure smut (I honestly usually just skim or skip those scenes) so if you’re mainly looking for that kind of thing this probably won’t be very helpful to you. jsyk.

i’m not great at describing stuff but i’ll do my best, i’ll also try and add tw’s when neccesary.

i wil try and keep updating this with any other decent fics i find, feel free to rec stuff too since i’m like 7 years behind.(edit 1/25/21) this is getting looooong so i’m going to start making another list on my spn blog rather than update this one

(edit 1/3/21) since this has gotten pretty long i’ve added rating/approximate word counts and marked my particular favorites with an asterisk.

Dean/Cas fic:

So Says The Sword*** - explicit/85k. FUCK its good...au/time travel where dean is not pulled out of hell by cas and says yes to becoming the michael sword. honestly could serve as an alternative to actually watching the show, if you want to get into dean/cas without actually doing that to yourself.

Fata morgana.*  - teen/6k, pst s9 finale. very bela centric and i love it, she finds cas looking for dean in hell.

Redemption Road -misc/600+k. an incredibly long fic from a collaborative writing group back in the day. canon divergent from the end of s6 on, has a cool take on godstiel and the leviathans, as well as the lovecratian mythos connection. ngl when i reread it i only made it about 28% in but imo the casual reader can actually stop around there, the rest concerns a lovecraftian apocalypse that is still good (i think i don’t remember it very well) but not required to enjoy the first half. if you prefer i have an ebook version i can send you on gdrive.

Someone Who's Feeling For Me* - mature/45k, s12. they run into lisa braeden and dean thinks cas is into her while cas thinks dean still likes her. treats lisa way better than the show ever did and the miscommunication is pretty funny rather than annoying.

a turn of the earth - mature/95k. time travel fic where cas from s10 keeps showing up in deans life from a few years before s1 to right before the hellhounds take his soul.  slow burn, good character study, and at one point cas punches the dad in the face and it rules.

On the Wings of War - teen/85k, canon divergent s5. dean accidentally becomes the Horseman of War. plays fun, fast and loose with biblical lore, michael has some rights.

Named - mature/95k, alternate s5. EXTREMELY blasphemous in a fun sexy way. manages to predict metatron almost to a T. there’s one major character death and its literally jesus christ, everyone is very sad about it and it sets the rest of the story rolling. an alternate interpretation of cas’ mission to raise dean from hell which had me on the floor. ngl its kind of misogynistic at points, but its from 2010 and tracks with late oughts-2010 spn (sorry anna the author did you dirty here:/).

The Girlfriend Experience - explicit/15k. uhhh i don’t normally rec or even read smutty stuff unless someone i know is specifically asking for it but this has stuff like sam trying to be a good ally and dean thinking holding hands with cas is ‘kinda gay :/’ minutes after having gay sex with him.

i crippled your heart a hundred times - explicit/19k, s8. cas confesses his feelings and dean spends a long time getting his head out of his ass about it. truly hits different after the actual confession, despite being written six years early it feels like its actually what could have gone down more or less if the writers weren’t talentless demons who hate us.

My Roots Take Flight** - mature/125k. reverse au where cas is a hunter and dean’s an angel...OR IS IT???? an alternate retelling of s4. tw for briefly being set in a psychiatric hospital/the hospital being mentioned somewhat frequently throughout the fic, plus more references to torture in hell and heaven than usual.

The One Thing You Can't Lose* - teen/4k.you know those posts about how cas is a super-strong super-tough ancient warrior but he just lets dean tug him around because he likes it? thats it thats the fic.

Hands, From Which All Things Are Built - teen/14k, post s8′s ‘goodbye stranger.’ cas is on the run with the angel tablet but keeps in touch with sam and dean by text, he and dean still manage to be terrible at Actual communication.

Autrement, Danger - or, The Account of an Exceedingly Long Day - mature/30k, post s11. a monster that takes the appearance of your soulmate leads to some wild miscommunications and dealing with years of repression, also dean gets to see cas’ true form which is always cool. tw for non-graphic mentions of underage sexual assault/sex work.

Down to Agincourt - mature/explicit/900++++k, endverse continuation. endverse!cas survives his encounter with lucifer and discovers another time-displaced dean from s7. i’ve only read the two of four parts but its really good, veeeeery slow burn, has a lot of fun oc’s and takes a rather surprising but (imo) entertaining and intriguing turn into Hellenic history and mythology. usual tw’s for endverse/endverse!cas but nothing graphic, it’s actually pretty light-hearted (relatively speaking of course).

Nothing Equals the Splendor** - explicit/8k, THEE finale fix it fic you’ve been waiting for! posits that the entire final episode was just a (very bad and lame) djinn’s vision.

like moses and batman and james dean - explicit/31k, post s8. explores dean’s trauma and internalized homophoba from his technically canon experience with sex work and its impact on his relationship with cas. the sex work itself isn’t really shown in any detail but it’s still a relatively heavy fic.

Crazy Diamonds - explicit/25k, s4/alternate s14. fresh-out-of-hell dean and dean from 10 years in the future are displaced from time and sent to each other’s present.

where the weeds take root - explicit/30k. au where the men of letters kick them out of the bunker and they accidentally move out into the country, get over their codependence and semi retire. featuring chicken coop building, sam volunteering at a dog shelter, gardening, and blissfully mundane domesticity.

No Resting Place - teen/6k. djinn dream fic, switches back and forth between cas’ dream of being married to dean and retired from hunting to the aftermath when he wakes up. tw for brief mention of suicide since, y’know, djinn dream.

any port in a storm - mature/52k. post s8 finale. cas and dean have to pose as a couple going through a rough patch for a case and actually deal with their emotional baggage, cas struggles with being human and metatron is up to stuff.

all this and heaven too* - explicit/7k. in the author’s own words ‘...a love letter to every trans person who ever projected onto Dean Winchester.’ absolutely unzipped me emotionally and theologically, its just. so good. tw for very brief mentions of internalized transphobia/dysphoria.

Because it is* - mature/6k, finale fix it. killing chuck does not bring back anyone back and the winchesters spend a very long time dealing with what they’ve lost, cas and dean SOMEHOW still manage to have signifigant communication issues even after the confession. tw for suicidal thoughts/brief attempt.

Vena Amoris and Other Old-Fashioned Bullshit* - teen/4k, s6. when cas fell for dean it automatically soulbonded/angel married them, shenanigans ensue when dean finds out during the angel’s civil war. funny and actually written back when s6 was airing so cas is still (or at least pretending to be) kind of an OP asshole which is fun.

Rinse, Repeat - teen/3k, s8. angsty character study of cas as he’s reprogrammed and trained to kill dean. not really dean/cas since its just cas’ pov of canon events but its beautifully written and ends with him snapping out of it through the power of love (also now a canon event!).

Emergence - explicit/59k, canon divergent after s11. dean meets a hunter he only recognizes as their friend claire novak’s missing father, but soon realizes he might be the answer behind the mysterious void in his memories and feelings (aka everyone’s memories of cas are completely wiped away for three years).

Cuckoo And Nest - explicit/10k, early established relationship/character study, cas tries to figure out how he fits into dean’s life and space in the bunker.

Build a Home* - teen/20k, canon divergent s12. sam and eileen are cute and turn the bunker into men of letters/hunters hq and everyone but cas moves in, mutual miscommunication issues and pining ensues.

Down in the River - teen/5k, early s8, cas prays to dean in purgatory while sam and dean try to figure out a way to get him out.

Teaching Poetry to Fish* - mature/52k, ?? BC through the entire series/canon divergent s14 and 15. retelling of crucial scenes throughout the shows timeline from cas’ pov, feat. actual fish and poetry.

the minor fall, the major lift - gen/4k, post confession/finale fixit. dean goes into the empty to save cas and runs into several old friends (and enemies).

With the Kisses of His Mouth* - teen/3k, gen later seasons. dean and cas keep kissing by accident.

Remaining Grace - explicit/109k, alternate s6. au where cas asks dean for help with raphael and dean, of course, does. tw for temporary major character death/semi-graphic depictions of alcohol withdrawal.

The face of heaven.* - teen/10k, au, dean is a regular guy and cas is a fallen star (think ‘stardust’, kinda).

Stories Are Made of Mistakes*  - teen/5k. newly human cas has trouble getting used to a human body and humanity in general, but still figures out that he and dean are A Thing before dean does.

Hurry Up And Wait - mature/21k, canon divergent s12. a fairyland and quite possibly LOTR related case comes up and dean goes full fanboy, mary is introduced to the wonders of the peter jackson adaptions, many references and comparisons (including between cas and dean’s ‘friendship’ and arwen/aragon). also charle is still alive and has just been doing fairy stuff this whole time.

There Are Many Things - explicit/28k, s9. cas is extremely lonely/touch-starved and trying to figure out this whole human thing, as well as where he and dean stand after being kicked out of the bunker.

It's A Long Life to Always Be Longing - teen/40k, post s11 finale. amara helps dean by putting him in a magical coma so he can finally get some much needed rest and show him possible futures for him, sam and cas. meanwhile sam and cas go on a roadtrip (or several) to find componets for a spell to wake dean up. really good sam and cas friendship, they actually talk about their shared lucifer trauma and stuff.

Non-Photo Blue - gen/2k, s4/5/alternate s5. fifty moments from cas’ memories of dean.

Tall Grass - explicit/57k, canon divergent post series. cas becomes the ultimate plant dad. feat the wayward sisters gang, cathartic character growth, fun oc’s, domesticity, and lots of actual botanical info-dumping.

on vessels - no rating/gen/2k. established dean/cas, cas tells dean about how he used to imagine what it would be like to have him as his vessel.

search for tomorrow on every shore* - teen/11k, post-finale (extremely derogatory). some angels in jack’s new heaven act out and dean gets temporarily resurrected in 2003 and runs into his younger self.

Architecture of the Minotaur’s Heart - explicit/45k, very canon divergent post s1. dean’s new house seems to have a life and mind of its own, while in his dreams he sees glimpses of a world and apocalypse that never came to be and an angel that looks strangely like his mysterious neighbor, cas. loosely inspired by the book house of leaves (which i highly recommend for fans of weird horror).

The Distance Of The Setting Sun - explicit/17k, post s5. established dean/cas relationship, team free will finally takes advantage of cas’ abilities to go on vacation around the world.

diamond star halo - teen/5k, s11. dean lets cas use him as a temporary vessel while he recovers from rowena’s spell, sam is a long-suffering third-wheel.

Make Known** - teen/16k, s6/7. dean struggles to understand how cas could have become his enemy and whether he ever truly knew him in the first place.

blunt little instrument* - mature/1.4k, post finale. dean finally confronts his father in heaven, very cathartic.

my heart a compass*** - teen/10k, post confession. the empty forces cas to re-experience his most regretted moments while dean tries to snap him out of it and bring him home.

A Crash Course in Someone Else's History - teen/11k, s6. cas from the very start of s4 is brought forward in time by s6!cas to distract the brothers from his and crowley’s plans.

The Cuckoo Father - mature/8k, s7 au. the woman who found cas in the river post-leviathans does not marry him bc he was sent to her by god or whatever, but actually identifies him as jimmy novak and sends him back to claire and amelia.

The Dead Dean Clause* - teen/5k, post alt s5 ending. team free will celebrates surviving taking down lucifer by getting blitzed, cas lies to a cop and gets an impromptu driving lesson. title/description sound dark i know but it’s actually very funny and light.

Suck It, Judy Garland - mature/20k, s12 (after the ‘i love you...i love all of you’ episode). cas and sam have to pretend to be a couple for a case and dean is NOT happy about it.

By Daylight and In Dream - teen/16k, s5. pre-dean/cas, dean invites cas to use his dreams to hide from the other angels. tw for very brief mention of a memory/dream of alastair sexually assaulting dean.

The Five People You Meet in Heaven - mature/22k, post-canon. an actually happy (if sometimes bittersweet) heaven endgame written several years ago, though some details are rather eerily similar to the show’s ending.

heaven is a place on earth* - teen/2k. dean’s pov of some of the times cas left him behind throughout the show, and one alternate ending where he finally gets to stay.

I Cleanse The Mirror - teen/20k, alternate s6. dean’s body is stolen by an ancient elemental and his soul has to hitch a ride in cas’ vessel.

an exploration of gender; angelic*** - mature/4k. *oscar isaac voice* lets get into angel gender politics!! aka cas is trans.

Zenith - explicit/33k, s9. after 9x06 an angry witch curses cas with the ability to see supernatural beings and human souls.

La cucina. - gen/3k, alt s9. dean goes wild helping a newly-human cas find out what kinds of food he likes, or the early s9 domesticity we deserved!

Dean Winchester, Cocksucker at Rest***** - teen/7k, post-finale. john and mary finally come over for dinner and john reacts to dean/cas in a rather predictable fashion. SOOOOOOOOO good omg, its so funny and a little sad and very very cathartic. part of a series that has a few other really good short fics.

The Way You Didn't Go - teen/5k, s15. coda to 15.09, dean has nightmares about the moc!cas timeline.

On Drowning - teen/28k. dean saves cas after he nearly drowns, they both try and deal with the physical/mental fallout (aka the fic where thee iconic “you only touch me when you think I’m dead or dying” originates). tw for realistic depictions of drowning/triage/misc medical information.

The Thirty-Six Questions That Lead to Love* - mature/13k. claire has dean and cas pretend to be her gay dads for a case and they play the titular 36 question game, get mistaken for swingers, and birdwatch, among other things.

Assorted F/F stuff:

Deep Breaths* - mary/ellen, au where mary said no to azazel’s deal and let john stay dead, still becomes a milf.

Like Rebel Diamonds - krissy/claire, they become hunter gf’s on the hunt for cas to kick his ass for taking jimmy. not-so-stealth dean/cas as well.

To Ash and Bone - anna/ruby, same author as the previous fic (p much all of her stuff is good from what i recall). au where ruby is a witch and helps anna when she’s cursed.

Holy Clockwork Angels - jo/ruby, STEAMPUNK au with very cool worldbuiilding.

At Day's End - jo/anna (my fucking KINGDOM for more jo/anna content, the dean/cas parallels are allllll there), au where they are both at the camp in the endverse and gfs.

these posts - ok so not actually a fic but i’m now obsessed with this hannah/meg dynamic.

Tagelied - mary/ellen, the true story of how ellen got into hunting before angels interfered.

Hell's Bells** - meg/abaddon, alternate s8/9 where meg survives crowley’s attack with sam’s help and teams up with abaddon (who she has a sk year old crush on) to take back hell.

The Ecstasy of the Rose - anna/ruby, anna travels back in time to escape heaven and becomes a signifigant part of ruby’s old human life.

Angel Underground - anna/jo, kind of an urban fantasy au with a very intriguing premise (sadly its very short, i’d love to see more if this ‘verse).

Clover, Flame - billie/mary, billie was always the reaper that showed up to take mary after her death(s) over the years.

Drag Me To Heaven - anna/ruby, a variant on the ‘last night on earth’ thing with dean.

Come Home* - jo/anna, canon-divergent au where anna is the new waitress at the roadhouse and helps jo set up a (probably not really) haunted house for halloween.