#if anyone knows why this is Like That feel free to let me know 😅

[practicalsolutions]

It won't follow curved profiles very well. Small circular motions are translating into straight segments. With concentric patterns, the segments spiral outwards. I've leveled my bed and slowed down my initial layer to no avail. Could be a slicer program bug.

Note: the concentric pattern on the bottom is intentional and not the source of the problem. It just shows it off very well.

[redsrooftopprincess]

Gravity (Part 3)

Last chapter? Idk. Taking suggestions on what to call this.

Asks are open, but I don't have a lot of free time and I'm new at this so be gentle. 😅

Okay, let's face it, you're not here for me. On with the show.

Warnings: alcohol, hypothermia

chai-tea level spice.

gn (w/ longish hair) reader x Raphael

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You're anxious tonight. You aren't sure why. Maybe it's the weather. You hate when the boys are out on nights like this. Another rumble of thunder shakes the near empty glass of wine on the coffee table, and you glance at the window which offers nothing more than a void. Unhelpful.

You'd drifted through the week, distracted. That night, and his words, echoing your head. Even April had noticed. Eyeing you one morning while sipping her coffee.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Huh?" You looked up from the cereal you were supposed to be eating. By now, the marshmallows had half dissolved.

"I said... What's wrong with you?" April asked, sitting down at the table across from you and looking you up and down.

"Nothing," you reassured unconvincingly, your eyes darting back down to the generic cereal, which was pretty swiftly becoming a thick sugary soup. You poked at it a few times with your spoon.

She'd let it go, but you caught her watching you closely a few times. Screw her and her journalism instincts.

You and Raphael had always been close. He'd been standoffish at first, acting in his self-appointed role of family guardian, but it didn't take long before you were endeared to him, and not long after that you were spending nearly all your free time together.

More than a few times you've gotten sideways glances from his family. You're so in-sync that you almost seem like a couple at times. You laugh and cry together, and talk deep into the night about things you just can't tell anyone else. He's become your person, and you his.

The last few weeks have been hard on the both of you, and the last week has been the hardest. You dont want to push, especially not right now, nothing important should be discussed right now, but you don't know where his head is at and you're worried.

You frown at the television, readjusting your position on the couch and scrolling to find something to watch. You are attempting to settle in to some exceptionally stupid movie (this way, when April asks what you did tonight, you don't have to lie) when you hear something heavy hit the roof.

He didn't make a sound if he didn't want to. Usually he would land just hard enough that you would know he was there. They all did, out of courtesy. Like a knock at the door. But this was different. Clumsy.

You stare out into the pitch black, grabbing your phone and sending the call. It goes to voicemail.

Raph was always encouraging you to trust your instincts and right now, your instincts were screaming that something was very *very* wrong.

You toss your phone on the couch and are out the window and halfway up the fire escape without a second thought. You're soaked through in seconds and shivering, but you slow before you crest the roof. You shout into the squall.

"Listen Red, I know you don't want to see me right now, but you're not answering your phone and I need to know that you're okay. Okay?"

You wait for a response and there is none, which doesn't make you feel better. You finally reach the roof, and suddenly neither the cold, nor the rain matter.

Sheets of rain and sleet crash over his fallen form like waves, and you run to him. He's freezing cold. Damn it. He'd promised you he'd gotten that fixed. You don't bother checking for a pulse. Your hands are borderline numb, and you probably wouldn't be able to feel it, anyway.

You call his name and make a valiant attempt at shaking him awake.

Somewhere in the depths of unconsciousness he hears you, but he fights it. He wants to stay. He likes it here. It's soft and warm and safe. The world behind him is cold and hard, full of pain and longing. He wants this. He wants this peace.

Then he hears you call his name again, and there's no contest.

He stirs and it's raining so hard that the only way you can tell you're crying is the warmth on your cheeks. You hear him groan weakly. You need to get him inside.

You know you can't physically help him in any way, but you make the attempt. You know it's not going to work, but at least now you can say you tried. He could feel free to laugh at you later.

After very much not budging your beloved behemoth so much as an inch, you lean down next to him.

"I'm gonna need your help here, Bruiser, you know I can't carry you."

A Herculean feat, but he manages to pull himself to near standing. You help him as best you can down the fire escape. It's slow going and he nearly passes out twice, but eventually you make it inside.

He doesn't make it to the couch, but collapses in front of it, sitting on the floor and leaning back against it. His eyes are closed and his breathing slow, you snatch your phone from the cushion behind him and call Donnie.

He doesn't pick up.

You call again.

"Yes. What. Do you need something?" He snaps, exasperated, as if you interrupted a hyperfocus (which, let's face it, you probably did).

"Raph is soaked and freezing and in my apartment. Get the fuck over here and fix your damn tech." You end the call and toss the phone on the couch.

You could apologize later.

You sprint to the linen closet and grab a stack of towels, tossing them into the dryer and turning it on. You quickly change into something dry, before running back to the reptile. You thank whatever god of foresight made you force Raphael teach you how to remove his gear just in case, and get to work.

Your hands don't want to cooperate at first, but adrenaline is one hell of a drug, and you have his waterlogged equipment off in record time. You retrieve the now warmed towels from the dryer and return to him. You lay a couple over his carapace, and use the others to start drying him off.

By the time you finish toweling off his extremities, he is once again beginning to stir. You step over his legs, straddling him while standing to better reach behind his head, and as you lean against him your warmth radiates through his plastron like a sun.

Almost involuntarily, his hands raise to rest at your lower back, pressing you gently against his chest.

You gasp as his hands slide under the back of your shirt, searching for warmth. His hands are still freezing cold, but you're pretty sure the gooseflesh rippling over your skin is unrelated.

You finish toweling off just under his shell, behind his head, and pull back, bracing a hand on his shoulder. As you do, his hands move to your waist and you try to ignore how they nearly envelope you.

You look down at him as his eyes slowly open and smile softly. It's obvious he's still pretty out of it.

Wreathed in warm lamplight, you look ethereal, and when his eyes finally focus on you, he thinks he's either dreaming, or dead (with his luck, probably the latter). The moment you place a warm hand against his face he decides he doesn't care.

"Hey Bruiser," you say quietly, smiling softly as your thumb wipes a drop of water from his cheek, "you're safe, the boys are on their way." The sound of your voice pours into him like warm honey and he closes his eyes with a sigh.

Reaching up to the back of your head, he pulls you gently toward him to rest your forehead against his. It was something you started doing to him not long after you became close, whenever he would get really worked up. You weren't sure if it was the physical proximity or the emotional comfort, but it seemed to help ground him. In reality, it's the closest he would ever allow himself to kissing you, and that thought by itself was very, very grounding.

But he is still warming up, still half conscious. You are filling his senses and it's overwhelming. The curtain of your hair falls around his face, and he feels drunk on your scent. You're so soft beneath his hands and the one around your waist tightens gently.

There is only about two more weeks left in the season, but it's by no means over, and something old and primal stirs in his DNA. He presses your head more firmly against his as intelligence and instinct battle within him for control.

You are his *mate*. And it is *time*. And you are *right here*.

Besides, regardless of whether he's dreaming or dead, it doesn't ultimately matter. He can't hurt you if you aren't real.

He lifts his chin, brushing his lips softly against yours. When you don't pull away in disgust he grows a little more bold, and kisses you in earnest.

It would be a lie to say that you hadn't been thinking about it more-or-less from the beginning, how different it would feel than kissing a human. Admittedly, you'd been a little worried about the mechanics, but any concerns you had dissolve when his mouth fits so perfectly against yours.

His body still feels like lead, but his mind is growing sharper, and about the time you are kissing him back he realizes how very real this is. Unfortunately, his reptile brain realizes it first.

His hand grips your waist as his kiss deepens, and there is a deep rumble within his chest that you can feel inside your own. When his thumb brushes over your abdomen you can't help the involuntary sound that escapes you.

The sound is like a starting pistol and suddenly you're flush against him and his mouth is on your throat, pressing open mouthed kisses along your jawline, blood burning in his veins at the way your heartbeat quickens under his tongue.

You had to stop this. If this was going to happen it shouldn't be like this. Right now he's borderline drugged, and if you let this happen and he later thought you didn't actually want it? You can't imagine the fallout.

But you'd had a few glasses of wine this evening, and Gods, he felt *so* good.

When his teeth graze your pulse point your attempt at a deep breath becomes a gasp, and you close your eyes to steady yourself. You had to get his attention.

You attempt to say his name, but it tumbles out of your mouth as a sigh.

"... want you..." He murmurs into your shoulder. The way his breath scatters over your skin like a shower of sparks is doing nothing to help you regain control of yourself or the situation.

He begins kissing down to your clavicle, both hands now at your waist, and despite knowing what this is, where it's going, and why it needs to stop, you can't help placing a hand on the back of his head to pull him closer.

"Sweetheart, we should really talk about this first..." you attempt again, but the tremor in your voice is the only thing that seems to register.

He holds onto you like a lifeline, as if he was drowning and you were his only oxygen. When he grips you tighter and his thumb presses into the hollow of your hip, you almost buckle. A moan escapes, despite your best efforts, and your nails scrape against the back of his neck.

The rumble in his chest grows deeper and he shifts beneath you, movement becoming easier as his temperature rises.

The sound of three very heavy things landing very softly comes from overhead.

The two of you break apart, flushed and breathless, and look at each other in shock.

You glance at the fire escape when you hear the metal rattle outside, before looking back into bewildered amber eyes.

"We're gonna talk about this," you say. He looks at you as if he doesn't understand. "When this is all over, and your brain is no longer swimming in hormone soup... We're gonna talk about this..."

He blinks up at you, a hesitant hope blossoming behind his eyes as you smile down at him, "... because I'm tired of not talking about it."

(Fin)

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Yo! Good morning/evening, hope you are fine^^💝. I wanted to ask you a question but I was afraid that it may bother you or something (you know..that feeling when you are scared that you might disturb someone or being an unwelcome person) but yeah I will ask you since i was serious about your answer for some time now so I hope I'm not annoying you or something *feel free to answer only if you wish^^. You seem to know the characters pretty well, you are quite capable and great at reading and understanding them, one of the things I'm serious about is what do you think would make someone qualified enough to be with malleus? Do they have to be of the same species?certain Reputation, stature or traits?(sorry can't help it since I can't rest until I know everything about what interests me and figure it all out😅). Thanks for giving me some of your precious time I really like your blog, you're amazing💜

No worries, you’re not bothering me at all ^^ I love to talk about my hyperfixations www

Now, I know a lot of fans (particularly on the EN side) like to ship Malleus with their OC and especially with Yuu so I want to first make it clear that my response is NOT meant to invalidate those Malleus shippers. Whatever I say here is based on my own interpretation of canon lore (and let’s be real here, TWST won’t ever confirm if anyone is romantically interested in Yuu because it might not work with how some players view their own relationship with that character). In fanon, anyone can be with anyone, but in canon there are very specific in-universe rules and expectations laid out for Malleus so these are what I will be referring to.

I also want to emphasize that the final traits I discuss in this post do NOT reflect Malleus’s personal tastes or views. He has little say in what kind of an individual his spouse would be, so his own preferences are not speculated about or taken into account here. The traits I will be bringing up are based on what I believe the lore implies are the desirable traits for those marrying into the Draconia royal family.

We got it? Good 👍 Read more below the cut!!

Firstly, I’m completely disregarding the ideas of “Malleus can love whoever he wants to love”, “Malleus can scare people into accepting who he loves”, and/or “Malleus can change the law so he can marry who he loves” (a la Sultan from Aladdin or through some other Disney magic or logic). Here’s why:

In general, those solutions for “high stakes issues” are too simple, and that has never been how Twisted Wonderland tackles complicated problems. Just look at every single OB boy’s backstory. They’re so complex that they aren’t totally resolved by the end of their books; these problems persist and are long term things each of them are working on addressing. This is also true of the politics TWST introduces to us; Leona for example explains how there is social pushback and resistance to the idea of infrastructure reform because the culture of the Sunset Savanna stresses harmony with nature. This has made it difficult for them to adopt new technologies because real politicians in their world have to seriously weigh their cultural values with their health and societal progress. The only time there are really easy solutions are in events or vignettes where the emotional stakes are not super high, but who Malleus marries is, in fact, super important since this will entirely change the life of a main character and his country.

With that first bullet point in mind… No, Malleus cannot love whoever he wants to love. Certainly, he may feel affection for another but he can never truly be with them. He is royalty and the only heir to the throne of Briar Valley. It follows that he is expected to marry for political reasons/to better his nation. This is a non-negotiable obligation for him.

Rather than saying, “Malleus cannot scare people into accepting who he loves”, I think it’s more accurate to say Malleus knows he probably shouldn’t. I mean, yes, he may be upset about his S/O not being accepted by his people but I feel that is discrediting a lot of the loyalty he has for his own country. As a kid he may have thrown tantrums when he was upset and potentially harmed staff, but as a 178 year old he has a much better understanding of decorum and maintaining it in spite of his own grudges. For example, even though he personally dislikes Leona he still commands Sebek to apologize to him because, at the end of the day, this could harm Briar Valley’s relationship with the Sunset Savanna. That’s not to say that Malleus can’t be petty (he definitely is)—but implying he would be petty toward basically his entire country just because they would disapprove of the one he loves?? (We know this would likely be true because Sebek’s parents faced similar backlash when they got together.) I feel like his own sense of awareness and responsibility for his country, crown, and people would override that. As an example, Malleus states that he has never been in a car before because the senate would be against it and often kept Malleus in the castle. Someone of his power could easily ignore them and sneak out and do whatever he wanted, yet the dialogue implies Malleus didn’t. He obeyed his political advisors even when he was younger and arguably much more immature. Malleus might not like certain decisions made about his life but it sounds like he ultimately complies with them.

Continuing from the previous point, let’s say for the sake of argument that Malleus does scare everyone into line. What about his public image and the mental health of his S/O? Maybe Malleus can frighten people to not talk out of turn to his face, but he cannot control what people whisper about him behind closed doors or to treat his S/O well or like they actually like them. Not only would they be alienated (away from their own home and forced to adapt to a new one) but they’d be treated oddly by others too. What kind of reputation is that for Malleus? To be a tyrant king who throws a hissy fit anytime someone talks about his partner in a way he doesn’t approve of? With a spouse who is not at their best mentally because of the constant ostracization? (This is similar to what Leona experienced in his childhood.) I don’t think Malleus would want to subject anyone to that kind of life, especially not one he loves. And again, this attitude would be the vast majority of his people. It’s not like it can be avoided or resolved in an easy manner, especially when the people of Briar Valley have proven to be against change.

Lastly, Malleus would not change the law so he can be with whoever he wants to. To begin with, I doubt this is a unilateral position the senate would approve of. But okay, let’s accept that Malleus is royalty so his power overrides the advisors’ power. So he effectively just changed a law for a very selfish and personal reason rather than changing something to actually benefit his people. That doesn’t feel in-character for him, not when Malleus seems to understand that it is the duty of those in higher status to help those below them rather than themselves (see: Riddle’s Suitor Suit vignettes. Malleus has acted selfish before, yes (who remembers Endless Halloween Night? His Dorm Uniform vignettes? I do.)—but never at the cost of changing the status quo of his country. (Book 7 is not included here because he’s in a very distressed emotional state then; this “new law” scenario posits that Malleus is in a normal state of mind.) This is a major change—change which Briar Valley, its people, and most importantly, Malleus, are not ready for. You think there wouldn’t be social pushback against this? From a society that has become complacent with its own way of life and is still isolated from the rest of the world? That Malleus, someone who struggles greatly with accepting life changes himself, could enact such a big change so easily? (On a more technical level, you don’t just pass a law and it instantly becomes tangible or real, there is a process of approval and then implementation.)

Additionally, it’s made clear in Ghost Marriage that “[Malleus] cannot enter into an engagement lightly”, which is why Sebek goes in his place. Eliza, the Ghost Bride, is royalty (er, albeit dead) but it seems that royal status is not enough to qualify as his partner. Maybe this is because she’s dead and doesn’t have anything of value for Briar Valley (no land, no people, no political power), but it could also mean that the partner has to be given the thumbs up by other parties.

All that being said, here are some of the conditions I think would have to be met for Malleus’s future spouse:

Has to be someone of equal or at least high status. This means they also have to be a royal or at least of nobility. This appears to be true of Malleus’s dad, who is referred to as a duke.

Because of how self-contained Briar Valley is + nocturnal fae having beef with diurnal fae, I imagine his partner would have to also be a nocturnal fae. This would also solve the MASSIVE lifespan difference between fae and non-fae because at least fae would be far closer to each other even if their lifespans fluctuate but subspecies.

Someone suited to rule by his side. Being married into any royal family is no joke—it comes with the expectation that you will contribute somehow, and the partner should be fully equipped to enter the world of politics with him.

Piggybacking off the last point, I think mental fortitude is also a prerequisite. This is because being a politician (navigating the social climate both within your country and outside of it, keeping your people and colleagues happy, maintaining public approval, managing laws, dealing with potential attempts on your life, etc.) can be very stressful and can hurt those who are faint of heart or not prepared for the responsibility. Leaders have to make tough calls at the drop of a hat, and they have to be ready for it.

Has a lot to offer in terms of benefits to Briar Valley as a country. This could be in terms of resources, connections, and/or political savvy. This appears to be true of Malleus’s dad, who acted as a diplomat for Briar Valley.

Vetting and formal approval from the senate. lmao good luck with that

Has to be able and willing to have a child. They at least need an heir to the throne to succeed Malleus. (However, knowing how exclusionary and conservative as heck the senators are, I doubt they would accept anything but a biological child 💀)

Preferably someone with powerful magic or is skilled at magic already so as to lessen the chance of “tainting” the bloodline with a weak mage or a non-mage.

I believe that Briar Valley would prefer someone with old fashioned values like them, not someone pushing for massive reform. They have a culture that is resistant to change and a history of fighting for resources with outsiders, so if Malleus’s new spouse tries to introduce a bunch of technology or open its borders to other countries (even if they have good intentions), the people + the senate may oppose them. His father is implied to be open-minded, but he at least understood that such change isn’t reasonable without time and effort dedicated to the endeavor.

All that being said 💦 I think that this topic is actually less about what Malleus as an individual wants and what his country, his people, and, yes, even his asshole senators, want. This is basically an arranged marriage situation so that their country can maintain power and relevance. It’s about the collective and what Malleus must do for their perceived security and prosperity.

[wellofdean]

Sorry ,for me personally, it has to be out loud acknowledge to even remotely make up for how badly they treated fans over the years, the out loud queerbaiting in one breath and mocking in the next. The in text gay jokes, sexism and homophobia. The digs at their own fans.

They want the credit without having to do it. Again. They want the pat on the back they need to earn it this time.

Years of baiting for views and profit needs a payoff imo. Sorry people downplaying how important the canonization of this ship in particular is just hurts to see over and over. Stop letting them off the hook please. You deserve more. We all do.

It’s important. It does matter.

The cas/destiel hope baiting continued with the Winchesters and that’s why I’m at a put up or shut up moment with Jensen and the writers. He and Danneel kept the hype up every week that the show was airing all the while knowing cas doesn’t even get a name drop. He’s not even hinted at. Mary/john paralleled destiel so many times yet refused to call it want it was.

They could have shut it down week one, they interacted on tweeter a lot during airing and knew what fans thought there was going to be an acknowledgment or hint that never happened. They are smart people, they saw the speculation and hype but didn’t step in with a gentle ‘sorry guys this is about the new crew’ they fanned the hope instead with ‘something big happens’ that was just dean meeting the new team.

Loved the Winchesters as a show, sad it got dropped cause I loved the new cast so much. That said the baiting hurt and wasn’t necessary, the show was good.

Everyone is looking back with rose colored glasses and rewriting history. But things were ugly with the spn team/cast/writers at times. The homophobia was pretty out loud in a way it was allowed to be in the early 00s. They’ve grown and that’s wonderful but it still happened.

They need to earn the praise they want imo. No hate! Glad you are happy! just feels a little unfair to say we should all let them off the hook again and be happy with nothing while praising the benevolent straights. Just my two cents 😅💚💙

I want to answer this sympathetically, because I know it's disappointing that no one has been willing to just say "Dean and Cas are gay for each other" out loud, and I don't think there are many people in this fandom who picked up what the narrative was putting down, and were not disappointed in the finale for LOADS of reasons, only one of them being that Dean never had the chance to acknowledge what Cas said to him. I understand your feelings, my anonymous friend, I really do. I too found the end of Supernatural deeply frustrating, because they managed to erase the meaningful journeys of every single character, not just Dean, though what they did with Dean was the worst. I completely understand wanting them to JUST FUCKING SAY IT. I do. I get you. I simply do not agree.

My argument, which I have made many, many times, is that what you want is THERE in the narrative. They made Cas Dean's ride or die, they made it obvious that Dean can't carry on without Cas -- that the loss of Cas means Dean loses his will to live. That was explicit. They made it clear that more than anyone else, EVEN Sam, Cas is essential to him. They structured the narrative around Dean and Cas's emotional beats. They let Cas say the obvious thing out loud, and then showed us Dean behaving exactly as Dean would in a situation like that -- in the midst of his existential crisis about who he is and whether he has ever had free will, and with the world falling around them -- they showed us Dean unable to speak, unable to respond but overwhelmed with emotion. Like, remember that when Mary died when Dean was four, he was unable to speak? Is it really so hard to imagine that he loves Cas with all his heart? To read love in Dean's watery eyes, and the way he chokes down his heart and begs Cas not to do this? Not to being saying goodbye? I mean... I CAN DO THAT MATH. Literally everything about the story supports it. IT IS THERE.

Fandom always argues: if Cas were a woman, we wouldn't have any questions, so what I am just wondering is, why do we have questions again? Is it because we (homophobically) can't just see it for what it is because it's gay? Because, when it's gay we lose our ability to interpret narrative, and we need to be told, like we are 5 years old, what's happening in a perfectly obvious story? Or, is it a skill issue? Is it because we need the creators of the story to affirm our interpretation? We need the actors to just TELL US what they meant when they did that thing with their faces? Do we need their permission to understand it for what it is?

I've said many times that calling what happened on Supernatural 'queerbaiting' because no one ever made out or fucked on the maps table is really offensive to me actually. Don't you know that there are queer people in this world who never get to live their truths? Who just ache and yearn and want, and never get to have? Like, that there are in fact queer people who are afraid to say what they feel, or who don't understand or embrace who they really are and what they really need until it's too late? Are those not QUEER EXPERIENCES? I love Dean and I love that story because it's queer as hell and it makes ME feel seen, because I am like him! I am a queer person of his age who didn't ask myself those questions seriously enough in time! My own queerness is very fucking real, and it is UNLIVED. That HAPPENS to actual queer humans, and like, it's not queerbaiting when it's just queer, but didn't tell you the queer story YOU wanted it to tell. You saw years of tease? I saw years of choices, and love, and accretion of deep wells of emotion. I saw a clear romance, and a character becoming. It was a story I needed, AS A QUEER PERSON.

And the Winchesters was just joyful if you went in with that understanding of the previous story. It was like getting an A+ in Supernatural week after week from Dean himself. I can accept that the stars didn't align for Cas/Misha to come back in the first season, accept that if he were coming back, it needed to be more than a cameo to make it right, and that it didn't work out. I am so sad it was cancelled, but I can accept that it was leading someplace it didn't get to go. That's not queerbaiting, either! It's telling a story that was aborted, and I think if you don't see that, then that is DEFINITELY a skill issue.

I'm not looking back with rose coloured glasses; Supernatural is fresh in my mind. I watched it again without the internal pressure of expectations that aren't going to be met, and let it tell me what it was really doing all along. I am happy. It's a really compelling, deeply romantic, deeply queer story. I don't need permission from anyone involved to think that, and I don't need it explained to me. I understand wanting it to just be fully explicit, but I would not trade the story it did tell for a simpler, less engaging one, that asked less of me. I love it very much AS IT IS.

And, please: point me to this fabled abuse of fans. I have never really seen an example of it that is not easily debunked with a little bit of context.

[katelynnwrites]

Tilly | Sydney Lohmann x Child!Reader

warnings: this is my first attempt at writing something like this 😅

word count: 1702

summary: you're only three fingers old but you can be your tante's best wingwoman, part of Sydney's Little Liebe

a/n: let me know if you'd like more of this?

Tilly. That’s your middle name.

Tante Syd’s middle name is Matilda. Momma tells you that she specially chose your name so that you can share it with Tante Syd.

Tilly is not quite Matilda but you like it. It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy, sharing your name with your favourite Tante.

You think that you must be her favourite too because she gives you more cuddles than any of your other Tantes.

She makes the best pasta too and always remembers to put extra cheese on your plate.

Sometimes she sneaks you sweets when Momma’s not looking. She comes to find you on your red blanket that Momma sets out for you, when she’s training with the rest of your Tantes.

You like it when Tante Syd is smiling and happy. Momma says that Tante’s Syd’s smile can light up anyone’s day.

You think your Momma is silly. Tante Syd is not a light like the one by the side of your bed. She is also not the sun which is what your school teacher says makes daytime bright.

But Tante Syd does smile a lot.

She smiles a lot at your Momma. You think that that particular smile of hers looks a little different than all her other smiles.

You don’t know why but you know it does.

Sometimes though when Momma isn’t looking and Tante Syd thinks you aren’t, her smile disappears.

She looks sad.

It makes you all icky inside when you see it.

You try to give her hugs to help make her feel better and she always squeezes you tight but you still catch her looking sad.

Like when you’re over at Tante Syd’s house and she makes you and Momma dinner.

You have a chair there just for you because you and Momma go over there so much. Tante Syd’s house has lots of your things there. A box of toys, your very own plate and even your favourite apple juice.

Momma gets distracted feeding you but behind her Tante Syd gets quiet. Her smile goes away and you don’t like it. That nasty feeling in your tummy comes back.

You cry.

You cry and Momma shushes you, picking you up and trying to figure out what’s wrong.

You don’t want her to hold you because you know that you need to go to Tante Syd. Momma is holding you too close and you can’t wiggle free so you keep crying.

‘Tante Syd! Tante Syd!’ You sob.

She comes over looking all anxious and worried at your sudden outburst but you stretch out your arms towards her.

Tante Syd carries you like you want and you pat her cheek through your tears.

‘No sad Tante. No sad.’

‘I’m not sad Little Liebe.’ She reassures you.

Only Momma and Tante Syd call you that. Tante Klara had tried once but you stubbornly ignored her.

You don’t understand why Tante Syd is lying to you but she kisses your cheek and wipes away your tears.

It leaves you confused and you stare at her suspiciously but her smile is back and she really does seem okay so you let it be.

Momma presses an anxious kiss onto your forehead before attempting to feed you another spoonful.

You cast one more glance at Tante Syd and she nods at you encouragingly so you open your mouth and eat it.

******

Momma tells you that you should never lie and that you should always tell her when you don’t feel good.

So you try your best to explain to her why your tummy hurts when you see Tante Syd becoming all quiet.

You know you’re a big girl even if Momma calls you her baby. You can hold up three fingers all by yourself when someone asks how old you are so you can’t be Momma’s baby.

Babies are not three fingers old. Babies also cannot score goals past Tante Mala.

You’re all tucked into your big girl bed when you ask, ‘Momma why does Tante Syd lie?’

Momma looks confused.

Her eyebrows furrow together and a crease appears on her forehead.

That crease appears when she’s worried about you too. Like when you’re sick and when Momma thought she had lost you although you were really just with Tante Lea so you don’t know why she was so upset.

‘How do you know Tante Syd lied to you?’ Momma asks carefully.

‘She said she wasn’t sad but I know she was. Her smile went away and my tummy hurt!’

‘Oh Little Liebe that doesn’t mean she wasn’t happy.’ Your Momma tries to explain.

But you give an indignant squeak.

‘No! Tante was sad! Tante Syd gets sad a lot when you aren’t looking! She thinks I don’t see but I do! I do!’

You’re nearly shouting and Momma scoops you up, blankie and all, hugging you tightly.

‘Okay. Okay. I’ll talk to her Little Liebe.’

You watch her skeptically. Momma still has her forehead crease but you think it is for Tante Syd instead of you.

‘Promise me you will make Tante Syd feel better?’ You insist, kicking your legs to emphasise your point.

Momma nods seriously, ‘I promise to try baby.’

******

You and Momma go over to Tante Syd’s apartment on Friday.

Every Friday you have her pasta there. Momma and Tante sometimes eat other things but Tante Syd always always makes you your pasta. With extra cheese cause that’s important.

Tante Klara once said that Tante Syd spoils your Momma. You don’t understand how your Momma can be spoilt. She doesn’t look broken.

Tante greets you at the door, after Momma carries you up so that you can reach the doorbell.

‘Tante Syd!’ You yell, rushing to hold onto her legs.

Your Tante laughs and she lifts you up onto her hip.

‘Hallo meine Little Liebe.’ She murmurs, pressing a kiss onto your cheek and then onto your tummy.

You squeal because it tickles and try to push her head away.

Tante Syd relents but only after she kisses your tummy once more, making you giggle.

‘What no hellos for me?’ Momma asks teasingly.

Tante Syd grins at her and you copy her expression.

‘I just saw you at training a couple hours ago but I’ve always got hellos for you.’ Tante tells your Momma.

Momma smiles and then Tante Syd is taking you inside and plopping you down onto your special high chair.

It has stickers all over it because one afternoon when Momma had to go and talk to some TV people, she had let Tante Syd babysit you.

Your favourite Tante had given you a packet of stickers and sat down to decorate your chair with you.

Swinging your legs excitedly as Tante Syd puts your plate down for you, you cheer, ‘Dankeschon’.

‘You’re welcome.’ Tante hums.

She and Momma take turns feeding you spoonfuls of the yummy pasta in between bites of their own food so you finish rather quickly.

You’re less messy than usual too, until Momma puts some strawberries in front of you and asks you to eat your fruit while she talks to Tante Syd.

You immediately pout and ask if you can come too but Momma says it’s only for grown ups.

It makes you unhappy to hear that but Momma has her serious face on so you don’t argue.

Tante Syd has gone to put her and Momma’s dishes in the sink and when she comes back, Momma takes Tante Syd by the hand to the couch.

It’s a little far but you can still hear them if you try really really hard.

Tante asks Momma what’s wrong but you can’t hear what Momma is saying.

It annoys you and you squash a strawberry between your fingers to help take your mind off it.

You get distracted with picking the tiny seeds out of it and by the time you focus back on the low murmur of Momma’s and Tante Syd’s voices, Momma has Tante pulled into her side.

Tante Syd is crying softly and then your Momma leans in to kiss her. Like how Tante Pernille kisses Tante Magda.

Your Tante all but melts into Momma, cradling her face in a way that you have never seen her do before.

With wide eyes, you drop what’s left of your strawberry.

Tante draws back from Momma after a moment, murmuring, ‘I love you. I love you both.’

You’ve never seen your Momma kiss anyone before. She has always said that it’s just you and her.

It makes you anxious even if it’s Tante Syd that your Momma kissed.

You wiggle your toes and frown.

Momma is smiling so widely though, Tante Syd is too.

You think that maybe it’s okay that they’re kissing if it means they are happy.

You did want Tante Syd to stop being sad after all.

You’re wondering so hard that you miss Tante Syd pressing a kiss onto your Momma’s hairline before standing up and walking over to you.

She gets you out of your special chair and settles you on her hip.

You pat her cheek with sticky fingers and Tante grins.

‘No more sad?’

‘No. Never again Little Liebe.’ Tante Syd promises you.

She links her pinky with yours just as she showed you before. Tante said you could never break pinky promises so you know that she’s being very serious.

She does have her very serious game day face on. The one she has on whenever she tells you she’s going to score a goal for you.

Then she breaks into a smile.

‘I think you need some more strawberries as a thank you for being the best wing woman in the world. Some ice cream sounds like a great idea too.’

‘Really?’ You excitedly ask, looking to your Momma to see if she’s okay with it.

You have no idea what a wingwoman is but if Tante Syd is telling you that you’re the best then you must have done a great job.

‘Yes really.’ Momma nods with her own smile.

As Tante helps you eat your dessert, you think that her and Momma kissing is very good if you get ice cream every time they do so.

German Translations:

tante - aunty

meine Little Liebe - my Little Love

dankeschon - thank you

[im-ovulating]

(A/n: Already day 6? Sheesh... Dont get used to these being this on time😅)

(A/n: Not proofread (as if anything I post /is/😅))

Word Count: 860

Summary- Don't be so receptive next time...

Warnings: Spanking, Degradation, Cumming untouched

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Alec/Jane Volturi x GN! Reader: Kinktober Day 6- Pain + Humiliation

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There were many perks of being mated to two vampires.

Even more once you factored in that they were both members of the most powerful coven's elite guard.

You had more freedom than a normal human in this castle. You were free to walk around and use the library as you pleased. You didn't have to worry about pissing anyone off and becoming their lunch. And, you had two loving people who would do anything for you.

What's not to like? Well…

Two mates might mean double the love, but it also means punishment and disappointment doubles.

.

You cry out as another slap echoes through the room.

Your ass stings and tears are falling from your cheeks.

The only indicator that you're even semi enjoying yourself is your obvious arousal. Droplets fall from your crotch and soak the bed sheets from your position.

Jane has you bent over on all fours in the middle of your bed as she brings her hand down on your ass again and again.

"What number was that?" Her voice is almost cold.

"Six…" you hiccup, trying your best to keep yourself upright. You only have four more; if you fail now, she'll start over.

"You remember your colors." She says it like a statement, but you know she wants an answer.

You nod. "Green," you answer her unspoken question.

*smack*

You sob out, "S-sev-ven."

Three more, you've got this.

"What was that?" Jane chides. "A mate of mine has more tolerance than that."

Taking a shuddering breath, you say it again, clearer this time. "Seven."

"That's more like it."

*smack*

Your eyes squeeze shut as you fight to hold back an orgasm. Your face is soaked with a mixture of sweat and tears.

As the feeling ebbs away, you count: "Eight~.."

"Look at them-" Alec seethes from his place across the room. He sits in an armchair with his legs spread apart, one arm leisurely thrown over the back as his other hand rests between his thighs. "-about to cum. Haven't even been touched yet. Pathetic."

"Very sensitive," Jane agrees, eyes not leaving your trembling form.

*smack*

Your arms give out, forcing your head to the mattress with your ass still up. "Eungh~" you couldn't describe that noise if you were given a thesaurus. You twist your fingers into the sheets as you push back release once more.

"Nine…" you whimper out, muffled by the blanket. Drool starts to pool against the fabric as your mouth hangs open from both pleasure and pain.

The sweet sting shouldn't be enough to push you so dangerously close to the edge, but here you are: teetering like the world's most dangerous seesaw all because of a spanking.

God, Alec's right. You are pathetic.

The realization stings a bit, but as you look across the room at Alec, red eyes boring into your own, you can't bring yourself to mind it. You'll gladly be pathetic for him. For her. Anything your mates want you to be.

"How desperate are you?" He snarls. "How desperate must you be for this to be all it takes to wreck you so?"

*smack*

Your mouth opens into a silent scream as Jane spanks you with the most force out of all the others. "...ten~" Your eyes roll back as you cum, hard.

Your body shakes with the force as you collapse fully.

"Typical. Cumming untouched like the needy, whiny whore that you are."

You're not sure who says it as your brain slowly starts to recover from becoming mush.

"Why did you need to be punished?" Jane asks, still behind you.

Why did you? You know why. But you don't?

Your brain is practically pudding right now.

Oh.

Oh, that's right. But you were just bored; you didn't mean anything by it.

"Because I let a lower guard flirt with me…

Your ass hurts, your feelings hurt, and you love it. You're going to be bruised tomorrow. Maybe even within the hour.

That's okay. It just means your mates are going to be extra attentive for the rest of the night.

"Don't let it happen again." Alec commands, standing and closing the distance between you. He grips your hair and yanks your head up so you can look at him as Jane slips into the ensuite bathroom. You hear the water start up and assume she's running a bath for you.

"If we catch our mate acting like such a harlot again, you'll get more than you did today."

The thought drags a debauched moan from the depths of your chest. Finally breaking his stone facade, Alec releases your hair and leans down to scoop you into his arms and take you to the bathroom.

As you said: having two mates has its perks.

You might get double the disappointment, but you also get double the doting and double the pity points after your punishment. Not to mention, if you like it, is it really that much of a punishment? You would have to disagree.

So, yes, you think, soaking in the coolness of your mate as you reach for your other lover once she's in sight. It definitely has its perks…

[reallychaoticwoo]

Hi, babe!!!! I just accidentally hit my head really hard and I need some comfort. So could you please write something for a non idol! Reader with some kind of injury? I’m feeling better now, but I still need something to get me going. Love you💕💕

⛓️Hello babes! So this may have been slightly self-indulgent as your girl is in SERIOUS need of some physical affection lol but i do really hope you enjoy it!⛓️

✨️Peace of mind✨️

❤️Pairing: San x reader

⚠️Warnings: cussing, some suggestiveness🖤

This is truly a fluff fest, and I am absolutely NOT sorry.

‼️This is purely for entertainment purposes and does not represent the idol in any way‼️

🖤This was not proofread, so I apologize for any typos or weird mistakes 😅 Hope you enjoy!🖤

You didn't plan on injuring yourself today, I mean, does anyone ever really plan on it? You'd been rushing to get your things together, eager to head home and get out of your uncomfortable office attire. Bending down to grab your laptop bag and purse your head collided with the corner of your desk. Your vision blacking out for a quick moment and a sharp pain shooting through your head, you let out a groan. "Fuck.." Your hand finding it's way to your forehead to apply pressure to the aching area. Sitting back in your chair hand still holding your head you heard a knock at the door. "Come in." San opened the door, leaning himself against the frame. "Hey I was just coming to see if you.... shit, are you okay?" The casual stance he had disappeared as he made his way to your desk. Pulling your hand away from your head his eyes widened. "You're bleeding y/n. What happened?" Concern written all over his face, he headed to bookshelf in the corner of your office where the first aid kit was. "I'm okay.." You started looking at your blood covered hand that had been resting on your head. "I was just trying to pack up and I hit my head on the desk when I went to grab my bags." He let out a small chuckle, internally scolding himself for laughing at your clumsiness. "Yup, that sounds like something you'd do." He sat on your desk facing you, pulling your hand into his to wipe away the blood with a small antibacterial wipe he'd gotten from your first aid kit. "So what were you coming in to ask me before you stopped to play nurse?" You asked, nuding his knee with your free hand, a cute little smirk resting on your face.

The two of you had a bit of a back and forth going at the office. Passing flirty winks back and forth in the hallways, randomly showing up at each other's offices with any and every excuse in the book as to why. Neither of you had actually made a move to further things, though. Part of you wondered why, but another part of you figured it was because the both of you knew dating in the workplace, you get really messy really quick. Either way, you always caught yourself wishing things could be more.

"Well, I was going to see if you had plans tonight. But considering you just tried to put yourself into a coma, I don't think now would be the best time for a date." As if it was the most casual sentence in the world, he leaned forward to wipe the blood from your forehead and face, with nothing but a concentrated look painting his own. "I wouldn't say no if you asked." You looked up at him, a glimer of relief and excitement passing through your wide eyes. He chuckled knowingly. "Oh, I know. Don't think I haven't been wanting to ask you out for a while now. I just didn't want things to get weird if I did, but I think it's pretty obvious we'd both like to see where this could go." You giggled at the truth he just admitted so bluntly. There was no arguing that you were dying to see what things would be like if you both just allowed yourselves to be honest with your emotions towards each other.

"So, how about instead of going out like I was originally planning, we stay in and you let me take care of you and that injured little head of yours?" Playfully nudging your chin with his thumb, he looked at you with warmth in his eyes and a shinning smile spreading across his lower face. You couldn't help but return the cheesy grin up in his direction. "That sounds even better, honestly. No loud noises or bright lights. And most importantly, no feeling the need to wear uncomfortable clothes to look pretty." He tsked, a fake pout spread across his features. "You wouldn't want to dress up and go on a nice date with me??" He crossed him, arms feigning disappointment. "Right now? No. I want nothing more than some comfy sweats and to get out of these harsh lights." Your head really was throbbing. As much as his banter improved your mood, your eyes had been squinted the whole time, and you were ready to go anywhere that was quite and dimly lit. His muffled laughter catching your attention, he offered you his hand to help you up. He made sure to grab your bags so you wouldn't have to bend down again and risk another blow to your already aching head. "Okay, okay, princess, my place work for you? I've got plenty of comfy sweats, you can pick whichever ones you want." Walking out of your office, your face resembled that of a high school girl getting a text from her crush. You were smiling, blushing, internally screaming, and giggling. I mean, who wouldn't feel that way when the hottest man to ever grace this planet was taking you home to comfort you and make sure you still got a little date out of it. Honestly, the fact you knew without a doubt he'd have no expectations from you made you weak in the knees. Just a genuinely caring man who wants to make sure you are feeling okay because you hit your head. You weren't sure the exact moment the gods started blessing you, but you were mentally thanking them the entire walk to his car.

The car ride was rather nice. His hand resting on your thigh, the two of you talking about everything and nothing. When you finally reached his house, he quickly opened your door, offering you his hand to help you to your feet. Outside his house was simple but beautiful. He had a wrap around porch with a black metal bench swing, stringed light bulbs lining the edge of the covering, and a sitting area with two large wicker chairs and a small table. His yard was well maintained with beautiful flowers and greenery placed perfectly throughout. You were admiring the simplicity and homey feel as he ushered you up the front steps and through his front door. The inside of his home was equally as inviting, sleek, and modern, with carefully placed decor, highlighting the various spacious rooms. Gesturing you to follow him, the two of you moved to his living room. "Make yourself at home. I'm gonna go grab you some headache meds and water really quick. I'll be right back." You smiled in his direction, nodding at him in a silent thank you. Sitting on the couch, you took a look around the living room. A large marble fireplace in front of you with a large TV mounted to the wall above it. The mantle was decorated with a few vining plants and pictures of who you assumed were his brothers or really close friends. You smiled to yourself at how many goofy and well taken photos he'd proudly displayed. He quickly made his way back to the living room with meds and water in hand. "Here, take these. I'm going to go change really quick, and then you can pick out your pj's for the night." With a warm smile and a gentle kiss to the forehead, he made his way down the hall and to his room.

It was only a few minutes before San was back by your side. "Alright, gorgeous, let's get you into some comfier clothes." He bent down, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to his bedroom before sitting you gently on his bed. Opening his closet, he motioned his hand to the large selection of sweats as if to say 'take your pick'. Your eyes lit up at the grandiose selection, a delighted smile on your face. Picking out a plain black set, he brought the clothing to the bed and laid it down next to you neatly. "You can change in here. I'll wait in the living room. You have any movie requests? I can order some pizza, if that sounds good to you." You chuckled at how considerate he was. If you were being honest you'd expected him to be a total fuck boy. The flirting at the office and his perfectly styled appearance just screamed 'I'll take your chick and fuck her in front of you'. Yet, even if there was some truth to that, he was actually turning out to be a real gentleman. "You pick the movie, I can never make a decision and my head hurts too much to even try right now. And pizza sounds great, thank you." With a quick nod, he was leaving the room to let you change. Alone in his room, sitting on his bed, you felt a sense of home. His bed was plush and comfortable. You had to fight yourself to get up and change, deciding it'd probably be off putting if he found you curled up under his sheets fast asleep when you never came back.

Walking back you to the living room, you stopped at the entryway, smiling to yourself at the sight before you. San had set up the perfect at home date night. A makeshift pallet full of blankets on the floor, several pillows leaning against the couch, candles flickering on the mantle and end tables. Pizza was sitting on the coffee table, which was pushed off to the side, sitting next to one of the end tables. He'd turned the lights off to make sure the brightness wouldn't cause your headache to worsen and had a movie already pulled up and ready. Thanking the gods for the nth time today, you walked into the living room, taking your place beside San. Handing you your plate, he pressed play on the movie before grabbing his own plate. Both eating now, you looked to the screen, a familiar movie playing. A movie you'd watched many times, usually when you were alone and sad, sobbing into your pillow at the when you heard the line "if you're a bird, I'm a bird." You should've guessed by this point he'd be the type of guy to enjoy romantic movies. What you didn't guess was that he picked this movie so he could see how you reacted. He wanted to see what made you laugh, what made you cry, and what made your eyes shine with want. He wanted to get to know you better and more than just small talk and casual flirting.

Finishing your food, he took your plates and set them on the coffee table. He put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, placing an attentive kiss to the top of your head. Leaning into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder, a content smile grew across your face. Although your headache seemed to be dissipating, the events of the day seemed to be catching up with you. Your eyelids growing heavier by the second. Noticing how your body seemed to grow more relaxed, San wrapped his arms around you and carefully moved the two of into a laying position. In the half awake/ half asleep haze, you softly muttered, "This is perfect. Thank you, Sannie." Your eyes never opening, you nuzzled further into him, your head now rest on his chest, your leg laid across his thighs. The soft touch of his fingers running through your hair and the steady beating of his heart lulling you into the most traquil night of sleep you've had in years. A soft kiss to your forehead and then to the top of your head, San allowed himself to succumb to his own tiredness, truly at ease with you in his arms.

[shrinkthisviolet]

im curious. why do you ship flashvibe. i see them as just best 100% platonic bros and i cant imagine them romantic

Ooh this would be a better question for @alittleflashvibe (who can absolutely feel free to hop in with reblogs or comments or whatever, really 👀) but I will take a crack at it myself:

So first of all, let me preface by saying, none of this is going to be me going “see?? No platonic explanation!!” because that’s a) canonically false and b) nonsense. Barrisco, for all that I do ship them, is canonically a friendship, and I value that highly. You can absolutely choose to interpret this all as solely platonic, and that’s totally fine! Their relationship is strong either way, and it’s not “better” or “worse” from either perspective. So just keep that in mind.

Second of all, I’ll assume you’re someone who’s open to shipping Barry with guys (otherwise this discussion is sorta pointless 😅).

Third of all, this will include comparisons to Westallen because...duh, they're canonically romantic, and I need a point of comparison. I love both ships, mind you, this is simply for academic purposes.

With all that said, let’s begin! And since this got long, the rest is below the cut :) enjoy!

Heart Eyes:

Okay so we know Barry does this a lot, right? Almost exclusively with Iris (his canon best-friend-who-he-has-a-crush-on -> girlfriend/fiancée -> wife)…and with Cisco. Cisco, too, does this a lot. Observe, if you will:

This post by the amazing @icedteaandoldlace (who can also hop in if so inclined), compares the Westallen proposal and the "the unvierse wants us to be bros" speech. No, seriously. Look at how alike the scenes are. Barry's heart eyes in those scenes...IMMACULATE! He doesn't give those heart eyes to anyone else

Bonus: notice Cisco’s reactions when we do see them. Earnestly hanging on Barry’s words…and Barry’s encouragement gets him to smile 🥰 just like Iris whenever Barry encourages her (see: the s4 scene when he encourages her as Team Leader and she smiles sincerely through her tears)!

Also...this parallel: "You've always been my hero" ~Barry to Cisco as he's walking toward sort-of-death + "The Flash may be the city's hero, but you, Barry Allen, you're my hero." ~Iris to Barry in her vows

Physical Touch:

Physical touch is canonically the way Barry shows his affection/love (“we all know touch is your love language” is a canon line of dialogue). He does it with Joe, Henry, Iris…and a lot with Cisco, who constantly touches/hugs Barry too:

Something interesting about that last one…I feel like I’ve seen that one somewhere before:

(I made that gif :D)

Oh and uh...remember when I said we'd get back to talking about Cisco doing something risky to save his life? Let's talk about that for a second.

Let's talk about how Iris and Cisco react to losing/the prospect of losing Barry post-s3/s4 and s6:

Post-s3:

Iris: Quits her job, becomes Team Leader in Barry's absence so she can use her skills to help out, wanting to honor Barry's words ("keep growing, keep loving, keep running, for me") and knowing Cisco can't lead the Team alone because he's strung out. Argues with Cisco about getting Barry back, because she is understandably worried that it'll make things worse, cost them someone else...and/or Barry will either already be dead, or will die as a result of their actions (i.e. she fears losing Barry all over again)

Cisco: Hyperfocuses on saving Barry ("quits his job", so to speak, because he's not being Team Leader as Barry intended), uses his skills to help out by building a Quark sphere to save Barry, goes forward with his plan despite Iris's misgivings so he can honor Barry's words ("he also said that everyone would look to me after he was gone. So look to me."). In the aftermath, modifies the suit extensively because he fears losing Barry all over again)

s6:

Iris: Is distraught and horrified at how easily Barry accepts his death, tries to talk him out of it. She takes up the charge of recruiting Ryan Choi, Paragon of Humanity, empathizes with him about his fear, draws on their similarities to convince him.

(She does not pull risky manuevers here, since it's E90 Barry who saves our Barry, but she did back in s3, when she shot Savitar, a speedster and her almost-killer (and also a future version of Barry), to save Barry's life)

Cisco: Makes a risky call to try and save Barry's life, defends himself fiercely when Barry gets upset about it, is distraught and horrified at how easily Barry accepts his death

Bonus:

it's relief in Barry's eyes there, and worry. Barry was mad at Cisco earlier in the episode, but...in this moment, none of that matters. Cisco's doing something risky to save his life (as he canonically does often) and Barry's relieved but also terrified it might go sour. And...well, you saw from one of the gifs earlier how enthusiastic he was once this rescue succeeded - he beamed up at him, all "you've always been my hero" (canon quote) and took his hand to be helped up, just like in a fairytale.

Just a couple of guys nerding out together 🥰

Barry using a shared memory to prove he's not an imposter 👀

Iris and Cisco teaming up to pull Barry out of the Speed Force! Note that Cisco almost succeeds at this 👀 he only fails because Barry is not yet ready to leave - by the time Iris tries, Barry is ready. I've always thought Cisco could've pulled Barry out of the Speed Force too, lightning-rod style.

This post compares some Westallen and Barrisco moments! Specifically, some Iris and Cisco reactions to Barry (very similar, you'll note!)

And there you go! As mentioned, none of this is me going "AHA see, Barrisco is definitely romantic", but moreso pointing out why I ship them via their parallels to Westallen (which is widely considered one of the It Ships of DC in general, especially for Barry). Hopefully this changed your mind, and if not, hopefully you enjoyed the ride anyway!

(and I meant what I said: @alittleflashvibe and @icedteaandoldlace, feel free to weigh in. Same for any other Barrisco shippers! I'm sure I didn't get everything, though I did try to hit the major highlights)

[faebled-stories]

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[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Here's a silly idea if you wanna try it, no pressure!

How do you think the bachelor's/bachelorette's world react to the Farmer casually mentioning a blue man who leaves notes for them around town as challenges who also keeps cameras around town to watch them?

They do not elaborate, the Farmer just moves on like they talked about the birds lmaooo

Oh, man. I found the idea itself so funny that inspiration immediately kicked my ass 🤣 There's already been more than one mention for Qi and about his weird obsession with Farmer, strange quests and, God forgive me, about "snake milk"... Sheesh 😅

Thank you so much for the ask! ☺️ (hope I translated this correctly. Or feel free to ask again!)

SDV bachelors/ettes react to Farmer, who casually mentioned Mr. Qi:

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"You gotta drink less so you don't see shit." It's unusual to hear Shane say that, but even he doesn't remember drinking so much that he saw some hallucinations like "blue men". He'd let Farmer's words pass his ears and now was beginning to wonder if he should let his dear niece near that weirdo. Challenges, cameras everywhere... yeah sure.

The doctor's instincts hit right away and Harvey will run after Farmer to see if they have a fever. Cameras in the whole Stardew Valley? Dangerous quests in Calico Dessert? Sorry Farmer, but Harvey won't believe it and will insist they go to the clinic for a check up, or at least rest at home. You can’t ignore rest, you know, because it affects both physical and mental health...

"So I'm not the only one who noticed it." Wait, what? How does Sebastian know? "Found a weird note with your name on it when I was in the mines." Hold on, what was a local emo doing in the mines? And why is his arm in bandages? "Hm, let't change the subject, we were talking about blue stranger, weren't we?" Wait a minute, Seb!

Alex probably won't even listen to what the Farmer is saying. "Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever you say, weirdo." The athlete may not be a genius, but even he can realize that there's no benefit to anyone putting cameras in Pelican Town for, like, what? Fun or whatever? To keep tabs on Farmer? That's stupid. Don't be stupid, Farmer.

"Wait, seriously? Yo, no kidding." With a lifestyle like Farmer's, Sam immediately believed in their words even without the details. However, the interest and desire to organize a quest with his friends to find the "secrets of the Valley" quickly faded away as the skateboarder's stomach rumbled. He would just forget the whole thing later.

Honestly, Elliott is completely confused. How should he react to what his friend Farmer has just said? The writer thinks it's complete nonsense, but because of his manners and his unwillingness to be confrontational or rude, Elliott will simply try to change the subject.

"Absurd", Abigail thought, but somehow the Farmer's words stuck in her mind. Considering that the purple-haired girl was just looking for an excuse to procrastinate duties, her ass began her own adventure of finding cameras. And she found one right away! And a strange note from someone named "Qi"! Wtf, hey Farmer, tell again about that weird blue dude!

"Ok, let's think: why would someone follow you around 24/7 and give you weird tasks?" For some reason, Maru was very much interested in Farmer's casually thrown words, trying to make sense of them. It's unclear, really, where this interest comes from, but maybe the young inventor wants to spend more time with Farmer. Even if the conversation is kinda strange.

Penny did her best to keep her smile from looking too forced. Wishing to remain polite and not to be rude, the red-haired teacher simply thanked Farmer for the conversation and went about her business, trying not to think too much about their words.

"The blue man? Oh, has Clint been drinking that Joja soda again?" No, Emily, that wasn't Clint, and he only turned blue once (and that was probably from worry, not from Joja cola). She would have forgotten about Farmer's words, but she also could swear that Sandy had once mentioned a similar person paying the rent in Oasis. Hmm, maybe Emily should ask again...

When Farmer told Haley about the strange blue man and other oddities, the blonde paused and wondered: if she should really have even listened to the words of a person who just a couple days ago had been rummaging through trash cans and eating raw seaweed? The answer was obvious, and Haley forgot about it as a misunderstanding.

Leah only shakes her head. "Whatever you say, Farmer." She doesn't want to be rude to them, but all this talk of cameras, dangerous quests, and a mysterious man hasn't impressed her one bit. If Farmer keeps this up - they'll always be considered a weirdo.

[thelov3lybookworm]

My pookie innocent could do no wrong jacks headcanons 😏

Feed me 😔😔😔

Modern!Jacks headcanons

A/n: Aight so, first time writing a headcanon post, writing for our pookie innocent coould do no wrong Jacks, so this is kindaa weird, so sorry for that lol 🥲😅

my darling @fell-in-luvs, i love youu and don't let anyone stop you from loving our darling pookie 🥹❣️

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So.

The first time he saw you, he was gone

You were just sitting in the library, completing assignments.

He was visiting to return a book.

He just decided to take a walk through the library, and he came upon you, bent over a desk and scribbling away furiously

He watched your tongue sticking out in concentration as you underlined an important sentence, a small grin forming when it came out just like you wanted

Boy just kept staring

You, feeling eyes on you, glanced up

It was that famous, quiet guy from your literature class

Your jaw dropped a little, wondering why he was staring at you, of all people he could look at

Also because he is just that jaw dropping-ly, heart breaking-ly and brain frying-ly gorgeous

(Sorry for that last line lol)

After staring at you for a moment, thinking about how beautiful your eyes were with the sunlight hitting you at that perfect angle, Jacks looked away, his face emotionless, and walked off

You were hurt to say the least

He was one of the very few guys you assumed would not be an asshole

And here he was

Being an asshole

Whatever, You thought, I have better things to do than being hurt over some blonde guy

A week later, you were running late, and so you did not pack any food with you like you usually did

You decided to go get something from a nearby cafe to eat in your free classes

When you were about to leave campus to go to this cafe, someone stepped in your path

You glanced up, meeting the blue eyes of the quiet guy

He extended his hand to you, a juicy apple in it

You simply blinked at him

He cleared his throat before speaking

"I overheard your friend saying you didn't bring anything to eat."

You are still confused, but at this point, a blush is starting to climb up you neck

He starts to look doubtful of himself, so you quickly grab the fruit

"Thank you. You did not have to-"

"You're welcome"

And boy BOOKS it lol

he is worried you'll think he is weird, so he does not want to embarrass himself more than he already has

You jut stare after him, your heart fluttering

you smile at his retreating back before turning and heading to where you know your friends are

Not realising that, on the sticker stuck to the apple was a phone number

You don't realise until your friend points it out to you

That night, you text him.

"And that is how mommy and daddy started dating"

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[stinkypeanutbutter]

silly Aiden headcanons because I have no impulse

i probably already done these before in other headcanon posts I made but ermm I’ll do it again 😹

small TW for scars at the end 🗣🗣

AIDEN :

Aiden has the most unhinged playlist ever like oh my giggly goodness we got metal we got rock we got classic we got indie we got pop we got vocaloid Idfk whatever you can think of ( same 😹 )

totally had an immense phase of just everything . Creepy pasta , animation , FNAF , idk any other phases from 2016 help

Probably dated like once or twice , but they weren’t serious at ALL and mostly online . He just said yes because he wanted to be nice since he never really had friends ofc , so why hurt someone you barley know if it means getting a friend ? ( I’m gonna explode 😭 )

I’m not sure when this was actually invented , but he’d probably try and convince everyone to make battery acid candy drinks . ( they all say no 😔 )

Sorta sad headcanon they if no matter how hard to tries to solve a difficult puzzle , and he fails , he just starts silently bawling his eyes out . Cause you know he’s really good at them right ? He can solve them pretty quickly ? So if he’s like absolutely pressured by a bunch of people watching expecting him to win ( or like his friends cause yk they believe in him !!!! ) and he can’t solve the puzzle he’ll be like “ why can’t I solve this why is this hard why am I failing “ or something and then start crying ig ( Yeouchers angst 😿 )

Bro is the heaviest napper ever you can stack things on him for HOURS but the moment he actually sleeps most things can wake him ( if he’s not comfortable at least . He’ll sleep pretty well at sleepovers )

I can’t figure out an art style for him but I updated it so ignore that last drawing it’s grody anyway he sometimes draws people but prefers just random splotches of color . He has extremely stylized art but yk , it’s just ‘ weird ’ according to some people since it’s really . . graphic . Not in a BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD way but very mixed ( if you get what I mean )

Hugs everything when he sleeps you can’t tell me otherwise like you seen his old bed ?? He had NOTHIN so absolutely is he gonna cuddle everything near him

Hates competing . ( idk if he did it before but we’ll see ) like he doesn’t like doing puzzle competitions anymore that much , he just got bored of it and was really kinda forced to do it when he was younger . BUT if it’s in a game against his friends , he’ll probably do it just to help them out cause they always get stuck if Logan can’t figure it out either .

Does that thing with music where If it absolutely hits he just starts spazzing out and dances to it

that one thing where he walks around in a circle talking to himself if he’s really deep in thought ( he could go on for hours so someone has to pull him out to drink water at least )

TONS of posters in his room

Him and Taylor binge shows together , often ask the others to join when they aren’t busy . They totally watch anime ( Tyler calls it childish then gets really invested in uhhhh let’s say full metal alchemist and sport animes like haikyuu or something I can’t think of any he’d like . But I’m gonna make them all watch Ghost stories because it’s funny )

Aidlyn cuddling is mostly done at Aidens house cause his parents rarely go up to check on him ( 😅💥 ) and also he had a ton of blankets for Ashlyn to wrap herself in . He got her a heavy weighted blanket for her birthday one time so when that’s not around she just uses Aiden as a blanket if she’s feeling affectionate ( he’s warm in the winter time and pretty light believe it or not )

Has a medium spice tolerance , eats more then what he can handle like a stinky loser

doesn’t like anyone pointing out his growing hair roots so just don’t talk about it much 😅😅

steals chopsticks from restaurants cause who needs to buy any ??? They’re free if you don’t get caught / hj

sometimes just locks himself up in his room and lays in his bed thinking about life

LOVES drawing his friends ( especially Ash ) in his free time because he rarely draws in front of people , and will make an airplane out of it to throw it over to them . But he has that mentality where “ Everyrhing I make kinda sucks “ so expect to find doodles in the trash or hidden in his room

IPad kid , can’t tel me otherwise .

Loves hover boarding but he kinda sucks at it so he just 🧍🕺☠️ ( falls )

Will ram into everyone in bumper cars , almost sent someone flying ( Lilly , he bought her candy as a sorry )

rarely catches cavities because he actually has really strong teeth and willingly bites down on hard candies ( I do the same thing because I’m impatient 😹 )

Does all his school work at home cause school has too many distractions ( real )

Buys like body foundation to smear onto his legs and arms . He doesn’t want anyone to point out them out , and if they do he just tells them their from skateboarding . It can come off after a few days if he doesn’t reapply , but it’s fine since he does it again in between and would have to reapply anyway . Idk how it works 😿

Anyway who shall I do next ????? Put your answers in the comment section below subscribe like and support my Patreon see you in the next video 😹😹😹☝️☝️💥💥

[noyzinerd]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @eevylynn! Thanks so much for the tag! I can't stress how not-often I get to participate in these things, so it's very appreciated 😭. From my fic If. A story about if Derek was Scott's sidekick, best friend and Stiles was the mysterious supernatural that came to town. I decided to finally post from something other than Pseudology for once😅. Enjoy

The sudden disappearance of the bite set off so many alarms in Derek's head, it was unreal. For a second, he honestly thought that maybe Scott had made up the animal attack all together. But then, that wouldn't explain why he didn't need his inhaler anymore.

This was just too weird.

He was about to holster his gun to get ready for his shift when the feeling of being watched struck him urgently like hands suddenly slamming down on piano keys. Before he could fully turn with his gun raised, nimble fingers easily flourished over the piece, rendering it useless on the floor in no less than a second, and pinning his wrist with enough power to force him back against the wall behind him. Another hand quickly clamped over his mouth.

"You say one word, and I'm gonna break your jaw, comprende?"

Derek struggled against the boy with his free hand but found to his surprise that even with having 100 pounds over the kid, there was no moving him. Stiles didn't even pretend like the shoving was doing anything other than annoying him. It was as if Derek's body was being held in place by a thin piece of rebar. There was an immovable strength in the other that just didn't match the body that held it.

"Now, I'm going to let you go. If I hear you yelling for anyone, I'm gonna start snapping bones." There was a precautionary squeeze to his wrist that bordered on the edge of painful.

Despite the rather redundant threat to his person (he had already threatened to break his jaw, everything else was just excessive), Derek gave a slow nod.

Cautiously, the hand over his mouth receded along with the hand on his wrist. Stiles was respectful enough to take a half step back to grant Derek room to move.

With a rub at his wrist, he stared back at the anomaly in his room.

"Just what are you?"

A smirk played on Stiles' lips. "If I were you, I'd be more concerned about whatever your friend was."

Derek paused at that. Did Stiles know what was going on with Scott? How could he possibly know? Even Scott didn't know what was going on with himself.

"What do you mean? Do you know what's happening with Scott?"

The smirk curled into a devilish grin. "Oh, buddy, you have no idea."

From one moment to the next where there once stood a skinny, average looking teenager, suddenly sprouted a flaming—he had no other word for it—aura that engulfed Stiles' entire body and stretched out to lick all the way from the edge of his bed to his desk. It startled a shout from Derek, causing him to scramble backwards and thudding against the wall he had forgotten was already at his back. The boy's now clawed hand flew out against his mouth again. "Man, the concept of being quiet really doesn't register to you, does it?"

Derek was starting to panic. He was seriously staring wide-eyed at a fiery thing that was talking to him like it was no big deal that he was on fire. Up close, he suddenly noticed bright yellow eyes and sharp fangs peeking from his furled lips. He was quick to stifle himself, this time around, when Stiles pulled away. "Wha-? How-?"

"Yeah, got your attention, now, don't I? See, normally I wouldn't reveal myself so willy-nilly like this. In fact, my dad is probably going to absolutely lose his mind if he ever finds out about this, but here's the thing. We—and I mean you and I—we are on a bit of a time crunch. I don't have time to deal with 'oh, you're crazy', 'werewolves aren't real, they're just make-believe' bullshit."

Derek's brows furrowed incredulously. "Wait, are you telling me Scott's a werewolf?"

"Whoops. Cat's outta the bag, now...or I guess the wolf's outta the bag." Stiles snickered at his own terrible joke. "And, hey, don't you point those sassy eyebrows at me. I am on fire. You cannot seriously think I'm joking after taking in all of this." The boy's hand gestured at his general aura and body.

"Okay, okay! I believe you! Can you please just turn it off?" That was a lie. Even as he said the words and despite evidence of the supernatural screaming at his face, Derek still found it hard to believe.

Stiles frowned but still dissipated what Derek now realized was the wavered image of what looked to be something with a long muzzle, like some sort of wolf or fox. "Okay, I'm going to pretend that I didn't just hear you lie to my face. I don't have time to try and convince you. Instead, what I'm going to need you to do is stop your buddy, Scott, from playing the big game coming up. If he wolfs out, it's gonna expose him—and ergo me—to people that neither of us need to be exposed to. Understand? Your friend's life is in danger."

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I'm tagging all of my sterek muties, because I'm so terrible at tagging etiquette and never know who to tag 😰. I know some of you have already been tagged, but I forget who, and I don't know how many of you are writers or are even active anymore, so feel free to ignore 😅. Low pressure tags: @haleshomeforthederanged, @sterekyrround, @dear-massacre, @renmackree,

@fujiyolkart, @bee--cat, @ellsgowrite, @cursedtruth,

@princecharmingwinks, @grimmypuff, @gynnnicsworld, @raisesomehale

[massivedrickhead]

Bechloe Week Day 1: Drunken Dare

Words: 1977

Notes: Bechloe week 2024 let’s go!!!! Who knows how many prompts I’ll be doing this year, but I can promise at least 2 😅

Read on AO3

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The house was in complete chaos when Beca returned from her internship that night. 

It was packed to bursting with Bellas, Trebles, and any other campus a capella group that had managed to snag an invite.

The music was deafening, but Beca was pleased to hear they were at least playing one of her mixes.

“Beca, you made it!” Stacie called out when she saw her leaning against the front door, surveying the carnage in front of her.

“Made it? Dude, I live here too,” Beca replied. 

“I meant, like, made it to the party,” Stacie said, rolling her eyes. “Here.” She pushed a shot into Beca’s hand. “You’ve got some catching up to do.”

“I don’t really feel like it, Stace,” Beca said, trying to give it back to her. “I’m just gonna go hide out in my room, I’ve got a bunch of stuff to do.”

“Boo!” Stacie said, hands in the air as she refused to take the shot glass back. “I know you’re bummed about Jesse-”

“-I’m really not,” Beca interrupted.

“But you can’t just sulk in your room all night,” Stacie carried on as if there’d been no interruption. “Get yourself out there, you’re young, free, and single!”

Beca sighed and downed the shot, her face twisting at the taste. “I’m good,” she said. “Thanks.”

She put the shot glass on the first clear surface she found and climbed the stairs up to her and Amy’s attic bedroom. 

She signed again when she saw the Bellas scarf tied to the doorknob.

She didn’t want to stick around long enough to hear what was going on behind that door, so she quickly turned and made her way back down to the second-floor landing. 

Chloe’s door was part-way open, and Beca gave a cautious knock before she pushed it open further and went inside, pulling out her phone as she did.

Beca: Amy and Bumper are in my room again so I’m hiding out in yours, hope that’s okay. Let me know if you need it back and I’ll make myself scarce x

Chloe was no stranger to hooking up with people at parties, and Beca didn’t want to cock-block her best friend just because she was trying to avoid socialising.

She sat at Chloe’s desk, took her laptop out of her bag, pulled on her headphones, and started working on their set list for the Worlds.

“There you are!” Chloe said happily, pulling open her bedroom door. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“I sent a text,” Beca said, taking off her headphones and grinning as Chloe pulled out her phone and closed one eye to see it. 

“So you did,” she said. “Why are you hiding?”

Beca shrugged. “Too many people,” she said.

“Yeah, it is getting a little out of hand out there,” Chloe said.

“So do you need the room back?” Beca asked. “I can go to the library or-”

“No,” Chloe said. “You’re good.”

Beca nodded. “Don’t let me keep you from all that,” she said, gesturing to the party that continued to rage outside Chloe’s door.

“You aren’t keeping me,” Chloe said. “I came here looking for you.”

“Oh. How come?”

Chloe’s grin widened, and she withdrew the hand that had been held behind her back. In it, she held a bottle of tequila. “I seem to recall the last time you flaked on a party you promised me you’d make it up to me.”

“Seriously?” Beca asked. “You want to cash that in now?”

“Now’s as good a time as any,” Chloe replied. “Come on, you’ve been all mopey since Jesse left-

“-I haven’t been mopey-”

“-and you need to let loose a little and have some fun,” Chloe said. She took a seat cross-legged on the floor and gestured for Beca to join her. 

If it had been anyone else asking, Beca would have said no, but she’d never been very good at turning down Chloe, so she saved the mix she was working on and joined Chloe on the floor.

“If I’m hungover tomorrow I’m going to blame you,” Beca said, accepting the bottle from Chloe and taking a drink. She grimaced and handed it back. “You couldn’t have swiped something a little better tasting?”

“You don’t drink it because it tastes good,” Chloe said, taking a drink herself. 

Truth be told, Beca did need this. She’d been so stressed out from prepping for the Worlds, working at her internship and, yes, breaking up with Jesse, that she needed a night out of her head. She needed a little fun.

“We should play truth or dare,” Chloe announced. She opened up Spotify on her phone and hit play on one of the many playlists Beca had compiled for her over the years. Music began playing through Chloe’s Bluetooth speaker, and it all but drowned out the party taking place outside the door. 

“Truth or dare?” Beca asked. “Is that a good idea? Anytime we play that someone usually ends up in the ER.”

“Lily isn’t playing, I think we should be safe,” Chloe said. 

“Lily wasn’t the one who dared Amy to slide down the stairs on the drinks tray,” Beca pointed out.

“No, but Lily was the one who dared Jessica and Ashley to play five-finger fillet,” Chloe said, shuddering at the memory. “And, in my defence, I also slid down the stairs on the tray and I didn’t get hurt. I think her technique was all wrong.”

“Fine,” Beca said, “as long as there are no knife games, no Evel Knievel stunts, and no running through the party naked, we can play truth or dare.”

“Spoil sport,” Chloe said with a pout. “You can go first, truth or dare?”

“Why do I have to go first?”

“Because you’ve got a lot of catching up to do,” Chloe said, gesturing for Beca to take a drink. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Beca said.

“How come you and Jesse broke up?”

“Jesus, we’re jumping right into that one, huh?” Beca asked. Chloe shrugged and waited for a response. Beca took a drink, not because she was backing out of the question, but because she felt like she needed a little more liquid courage. “Long distance never works,” she said, remembering the conversation she and Jesse had had when he told her about the job offer he’d gotten in L.A.

“I don’t think that’s true,” Chloe said. 

It was Beca’s turn to shrug, and she tried to hand the bottle back to Chloe.

“That’s all I get?”

“That’s all there is to it,” Beca said. “He moved, I didn’t, so we broke up.”

“You guys didn’t even want to try it out? It’s not like it would have been forever, you’re moving out to L.A. once you graduate, right?”

Chloe still hadn’t taken the bottle back, so Beca took another drink. “I don’t know what I’m doing after I graduate,” she said. “If things go well with the internship then I might stick around in Barden.” She brushed her thumb along the edge of the bottle’s label. The corner was just starting to peel up. “To be honest I was kind of relieved when Jesse told me he was leaving. We got together so young and… I dunno, I kinda knew it wasn’t going to be forever with him, and I think he felt the same. We’d been drifting apart, arguing a bunch, this just felt like a chance for a clean break.”

Chloe nodded and took the bottle back for another drink. “I didn’t know you guys were having problems.”

“It was all just stupid shit,” Beca said. “Like we were just filling time so we didn’t have to talk about the fact that we weren’t right together.” Beca shook her head. “But that doesn’t matter. It’s done, we’re done, and I honestly feel pretty okay about it.”

“Well, good,” Chloe said, brightening up. “I’m glad.”

“Anyway, it’s your turn,” Beca said. “Truth or dare?”

They played until the bottle was almost empty, and they ended up lying and giggling on Chloe’s bedroom floor.

Their heads were close to each other as they stared up at the ceiling. Arms touching, elbows pressing into ribs. If they turned their heads, their noses would have brushed against each other. 

“Have I ever told you how adorable it is that you’ve got glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to your ceiling?” Beca asked, squinting up. She was considerably drunker than she had been an hour ago, and the stars above her seemed to be multiplying. 

“I don’t think you have,” Chloe replied. “But thank you, they are pretty adorable.”

One song faded into the next as they both continued to stare up at the ceiling.

“Beca?”

“Hmm?”

“Truth or dare?”

Beca laughed. “Dare,” she said. 

There was a pause while Chloe thought.

“I dare you to kiss me,” she said. There was a vulnerability in her voice that Beca hadn’t heard before, and it was that, more than the question, that caused Beca to turn her head and look at her.

“What?” Beca asked.

“I dare you to kiss me,” Chloe said again. There was a look in her eyes that Beca couldn’t quite place, but she knew Chloe was serious. She also knew that this wasn’t going to be one of those kisses that drunk girls do with their friends sometimes. She’d seen Chloe play spin the bottle - had seen her kiss almost all of the Bellas - but there was something different in her voice and expression. Something sobering. Something that told Beca that this was a big deal. That her asking was a big deal.

“Are you sure?” Beca asked.

Chloe nodded. “If you want to,” she said. “Do you want to?”

“Yes,” Beca answered, honestly.

“So kiss me.”

Beca did.

It started as a soft press against the lips that quickly deepened and got heated.

They made out on the floor for what felt like hours, long after the playlist had ended and the party had wrapped up.

Every time they broke apart for air one would pull the other back in. Neither wanted to stop.

It was only when the soft light of the morning began creeping in through the gap in Chloe’s blinds that they finally gave in. Lips numb, cheeks and chests flushed, they lay together on Chloe’s bedroom floor.

“I should go,” Beca mumbled, eyes closing at the feeling of Chloe’s hand trailing through her hair.

“You don’t have to,” Chloe replied. “You could stay.”

“Do you want me to?”

“Of course,” Chloe said. “Stay.”

“Can we at least get off the floor?” Beca asked, and she smiled when she felt Chloe’s chest vibrate with her laugh beneath her head.

“Yeah,” Chloe said.

Exhausted and already beginning to feel the effects of their hangovers, they climbed off the floor and into Chloe’s bed. 

“What happens now?” Beca asked, finding her eyes drawn to Chloe’s lips again. 

“With us?” Chloe asked. Beca nodded.

“I don’t want to lose you,” she said. “I don’t want this to be something we regret in the morning.”

“I won’t regret it,” Chloe said.

“Me neither. But I, um, I can’t do the casual relationship thing,” Beca said. “I can’t do the friends-with-benefits thing. If that’s all this is then we should call it now.”

“That isn’t what I want either,” Chloe said. “Bec I… I like you. I have for a long time. And I know it’s soon - you and Jesse just broke up a few weeks ago - but, well, I guess this is me shooting my shot. I like you. I’d like to take you out on a date and see where this thing goes.”

Beca couldn’t stop the grin that spread across her face. “I’d like that,” she said.

Chloe smiled back and leaned in to kiss her again, all thoughts of going to sleep pushed aside.

[vindicated-truth]

Replying to @stars-after-dark's tags on my post here because again, with my rambling, I'm pretty sure the reply function won't have enough space 😅

In any case, I'll be explaining the "sting operation" subplot here in case anyone also needs to understand better. (If anyone also wants to add to or correct anything, please also feel free!)

It's important to note that Joowon was in Busan not because he was following Kang Jinmook's foosteps. That was what Dongsik did. They just happen to end up on the same path, like they always do.

What Joowon was following up on in Busan was in fact a case that happened 6 years ago, even before he even met Dongsik. Lee Geumhwa was caught on a police crackdown on prostitution in Busan, and she was forced to leave the country. She re-entered Korea illegally using her sister's passport, and that's how she came upon Joowon's radar at Foreign Affairs.

What was of particular interest to Joowon was that all the prostitutes Lee Geumhwa was associated with back then—Jin Hwalim, Wi Sunhui, Yeo Chunok, and Yoon Mihye—had all went missing without a trace. He knew that Lee Geumhwa must be connected to all of these disappearances, and he was determined to find out why.

More than that, he was determined to prove his seniors at Foreign Affairs wrong. They chanced upon the cases of these prostitutes through investigating a voice phishing case, and they dismissed it as the workings of a Chinese gang.

There's an inherent racism, xenophobia, sinophobia, and misogyny in the way Foreign Affairs treated their cases, and while Joowon had many, many faults as a character—his blithe arrogance being one of them—he cannot be faulted for refusing to let any of these prejudices deter him from finding out the truth, and later on, for bringing justice to the death of a victim the system would set aside for being Chinese, an illegal immigrant, a prostitute, and a woman.

As a longtime Sherlock Holmes fan, Joowon reminds me so much of the character too: arrogant and unheeding of social norms, uncaring of what people thought about him because he's always right anyway.

And the thing is, regardless of how people often rag on Joowon's decisions, he was right, and he was logical in the steps he took.

He looked at the bodies of Jin Hwalim, Yeo Chunok, and Wi Sunhui—the file of whom he managed to convince Kwon Hyeok to reveal to him—and saw that the killer had the same modus operandi for all of them: all 10 fingers cut off, both feet wrapped neatly inside a garbage bag and tied with a bow.

So he did his research to try and find out if there was any other case with a similar modus operandi, and lo and behold, he found it: Bang Juseon's case in Manyang, 20 years ago.

And who was the primary suspect who was never convicted? None other than Lee Dongsik.

The only woman left alive in the victims' circle was Lee Geumhwa. (At this point, Yoon Mihye was still missing, which he discovered later on with Dongsik in Busan had already died due to a car accident.) She was the only link left to solve the case, so Joowon blackmailed her, threatening to reveal her illegal status and have her deported, and sent her to Manyang to lure in Lee Dongsik—not knowing that Joowon just pushed her even closer to Kang Jinmook's eagerly waiting trap.

And then she went missing, with the last text she sent him being a series of "1's"—which was what Joowon instructed her to text him if she indeed found Lee Dongsik.

This, of course, was what led him to believe even further that Dongsik was indeed the killer—because of Lee Geumhwa's misinterpretation of what she was supposed to tell him.

She disappeared in March of 2020, and because Joowon couldn't contact her anymore, and her body wasn't turning up anywere else either, Joowon knew that she was officially missing and that it was his fault, his arrogance that led him to believe he could save her in time if she had alerted him.

It's why 7 months later on October 2020, much to the surprise of everyone in Foreign Affairs and especially of Han Kihwan himself, Joowon got himself transferred to Manyang as soon as he saw that Nam Sangbae had requested for additional officers, and saw his opening to finally bring justice to Lee Geumhwa and own up to his accountability if anything had indeed happened to her.

Joowon, thoroughly believing Lee Geumhwa's last message to him, already had the mindset of Lee Dongsik as the killer, and he had set foot there trying to gather evidence that he was.

And it certainly didn't help that one of Dongsik's first statements to him was: "I killed Bang Hocheol's daughter."

Joowon may have had a lot of missteps in Manyang, but to be honest, Dongsik had also made it hard for him, deliberately misleading Joowon several times, because Dongsik was also operating under the assumption that Joowon must have been connected to the killer, because he realized that Joowon recognized Lee Geumhwa's body when they discovered it together at the reed field.

That's what made Dongsik's hackles rise as well: because here was the son of the former Munju chief who dismissed his sister's death as a cold case, so Joowon must have covering up for it too, because this arrogant prince knew the body but wouldn't admit to it.

Essentially, Dongsik was also working under the assumption that Joowon was a suspect—he may not have been the killer, because he was just 7 years old at the time of Lee Yuyeon's death, but the fact that Joowon was the son of Han Kihwan and apparently also personally knew this new victim, meant that he was covering up for her death too: just like his father.

How wrong both of them turned out to be in the end. About the cases, and especially about each other.

(On a personal note, it's why I do find it somewhat unfair sometimes how Joowon gets the short end of the stick in being made fun of for making "stupid" assumptions and decisions, because the thing is, even in this, he and Dongsik were in it together.

Dongsik was making "stupid" assumptions and decisions along with Joowon too—because of what he also wrongly believed about Joowon.

They actually made clever deductions about each other based on the only information they had, which is why the growth they had as partners were parallel too—because they've come to realize that the evidence they were basing their assumptions on were both wrong, through no fault of their own. There were simply too many monsters at play that tampered with the evidence.)

Lastly, what I feel is most important to note here: Joowon wouldn’t have had to resort to a sting operation if only his superiors at Foreign Affairs believed him when he brought it all up, and not dismissed him as someone merely trying to climb up the ranks, nor be blinded by all the prejudice Joowon was so fiercely fighting against.

He was right. And they should have listened.

[disasterbuck]

FanFic Ask Game

So I saw this post (linked above) and decided to answer all the questions instead of just reblogging and waiting for asks. Enjoy getting to know a bit more about me as a writer!

💖 What do you like most about your own writing?

I love how fluffy it generally is and how my fics always have a happy ending 🥰

😐 What embarrasses you most about your own writing?

I don't think I'm embarrassed about my writing? Maybe sometimes I'll write a kiss that feels a bit cringe?

👻 What is one WIP you think you may never pick back up?

'the heist wip'. Inspired by the episode Ocean's 9-1-1, I wanted to explore what situation could make them ACTUALLY turn to crime. I had a vague idea of a woman's dog being kidnapped by her abusive ex, and Buck gets all obsessed over it and eventually asks the rest of the team to help him break the dog out or something. idk. I don't have a solid enough idea and I feel like it would end up being a long fic which I just can't commit to atm. (If anyone reading this is inspired by this idea, feel free to write it!! But please tag me if you do! I would love to read it!)

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?

... I don't think so?

Yeah I've just had a skim through and can't find anything that I would never share if I managed to finish it.

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

Ooohhh, I love getting comments on ALL my fics but I guess if I had to choose I'd probably go with Friends Don't (8.5k) because it has a special place in my heart.

✏️ Do you write every day?

Not strictly, but most days yes.

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

"Back to my point," Chimney said once Hen's laughter died down. "You two are codependent. I bet you couldn't even go a day without having to touch each other."

Buck's face flushed a darker shade of red.

"Yes we could," Eddie argued, suddenly stubborn and confrontational. "We could go a week."

"You wanna bet, Diaz?" Chimney asked, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

After a quick glance to communicate with Buck, Eddie nodded and said, "You're on. What are the terms?"

don't say his name wip

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

I wrote 4 drabbles exactly 100 words each!! It took quite a bit of editing and revising but I'm really happy with how they turned out! You can read them here if you're interested: buddie month | four drabbles

😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?

fhdskjfhs I HOPE NOT 😅

🌙  What time of day do you prefer to write? Why?

I don't really have a preferred time of day?

👖 Are you a planner, plantser, or pantser? Is it consistent?

Yes. And no. lol

📊 Current number of WIPs

............................ 104 🙈

👨‍👧‍👧 Do you tell people in real life that you write fic? 

Depends ENTIRELY on the person. But generally yes. This does not equal letting them read my fics though lol.

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

Hm, good question. Maybe Athena?

📝 What is one growth area you have for your writing?

Uhhh I don't know. I feel like I'm constantly learning about writing and just generally trying to improve in all areas.

📚 Do you read your own fic?

YES ALL THE TIME. I looooove reading over my fics. Makes me so happy!!

🤔 What is the hardest part of writing fic?

Writing kisses. Or endings. Both. Every time Buddie are about to kiss I tend to abandon the fic for a while lmaoooo and then whenever I have to wrap it up it takes me 3-5 business days.

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

Up for anything. All I've got for it so far is this:

Buck: No, I mean it. I'm up for anything. If you can come up with something I won't do you win. But I'm telling you right now I never back down from a dare.

💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done?

fhjskfh I hate research. My deepest dive is whatever happens in the show. I'll rewatch or maybe read wikis to make sure I get show details accurate but anything else? I'm making that shit up bestie 😅

✨ Choose three adjectives to complement your own writing.

🙈 sweet, emotional, aaaaaand heartwarming? idk

💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work?

I don't have headcanons about my own work! Everything is canon! They're my works! My reality! YOU can have headcanons about my works lol.

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

Of my own or someone elses?

Of my own fics, I love you (4k) is my fave.

Someone else's, the first that comes to mind is The Best Lie is a Truth (My Best Mask is My Face) (43k) by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels uggghhh it is chef's kiss!! Fake dating my beloved! 💕

👩‍🏭 If one of your fics was going to get you arrested, which one and why?

Lazy Mornings (1k) for being so freaking adorable 🥰

⏰ Do you spend more time reading fic, writing fic, or do you do both equally?

I think it's fairly equal? But maybe a bit more time writing, because a lot of the reading I do is of physical books rather than fic.

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taglist because there's a sneaky snippet hidden above:

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Let me know if you'd like to be added or removed 💕

p.s. I'm updating my taglist, check out the info on this post