#it was fast enough that I really hoped his development would be a lot better than it was

[diodellet]

decompressing (scarabia x gn!reader)

summary: you and kalim go clubbing, but only one of you returns drunk. kalim tries his best at playing caretaker, for once. jamil gets pleasantly surprised by kalim, but finds the novelty of the situation weird, as a person of habit would. content warnings: -aged-up characters, NRC as a university since there's drinking referenced -pre-relationship poly shenanigans (as in there are kalim x reader, jamil x reader, and jamikali moments. all platonic) -loosely set after the developments in book 4, but no heavy spoilage of events -gender-neutral reader (reader referred to with they/them pronouns) ++reader gets drunk and suffers the consequences, more doting and banter, and kinda-cute moments than character study i hope, the vibe i'm hoping for is in vino veritas but make it silly word count: 1.8k

“What happened? Why are the both of you back so early?”

Kalim only gives Jamil a weary, sheepish smile. He opens his mouth to respond, but is interrupted by you loudly replying, “I deserve compen—ugh—compensation!”

“Careful, you’re gonna get nauseous again…”

“I can walk fine!” Your arm tightens around Kalim’s elbow.  “…Just not too fast.”

Say less. Jamil steps aside to let the both of you into Kalim’s dorm room. Judging by the state you’re in, you’re probably going to have to stay the night.

(Unless you get the brilliant idea to walk back to your own dorm. And he knows that both he and Kalim would shut that decision down.)

Four hours ago, you were confidently promising Jamil that he’d finally have a quiet weekend night to himself, that Kalim would have a fun and safe night out at the same time. And to some extent—if he ignored your mussed-up hair and makeup—you did deliver on that, seeing how Kalim, completely sober, fussed over you. You were drunk enough for two.

The scene in front of Jamil feels like something straight out of fiction.

After setting you down on the bed, Kalim says, “I’ll just get you some water—No, no, no, don’t lie down yet!”

“But I feel better like this…!” One of your shoes lands on the floor with a clatter as you kick your feet indignantly.

Just before Jamil can step out of the room to get water for the both of you, Kalim turns and shoots him a look pleading for a bit of help. All right, guess he was going to wrangle you instead. As Kalim leaves the room he mouths a silent ‘thank you’ to Jamil.

“...Kalim’s right, you know.”

“Ugh…fine. Help me up,” you grumble. Despite your words, you lean heavily against Jamil’s side. “You better be thankful I kept him from getting drunk.” 

“I think I can figure out what happened.”

Still, you continue without losing a beat, talking about the different drinks and snacks you taste-tested for Kalim, the songs that you danced to, the people you talked to. He did not expect you to be able to remember that much in your intoxicated state. Turns out, you were a lot more talkative when plastered. It felt like Jamil was looking at a different version of you. A more brusque and honest one, completely unlike the mediator that you usually liked to play between the both of them.

(A part of Jamil is deeply relieved that Kalim didn’t have to use any of the antidotes he brought with him.)

“—hm, I think you’re a bit hot, Jamil.”

He can’t help the sly smile tugging at his lips, much less the reflex to poke a little fun at you. “Really? Why, thanks.” On the contrary, you’re warm, still buzzing from the high of partying.

“Not like that. Scoot over, I’m sweating again!” You shove at his shoulder a little harder. The suddenness of the motion makes you pause and clap a hand over your mouth. “Ugh…shouldn't have done that.”

“What are you doing?” Jamil’s hand closes around your arm, keeping you mostly upright.

“...’m thinking of lying on the floor…Somewhere with tiles…”

“No, you need water.” Exasperation slips into his voice.

“I was having water in between drinks, but at some point, I was just plain drinking alcohol,” you retort.

“Didn’t it occur to you that you could have just—” He sighs, stopping himself from that oncoming tirade. “Never mind. Let me help take those off.” And his hands take care not to tug at your scalp as he undos the clips and hair ties.

Could Kalim move any slower in getting those glasses of water?

“I really tried, you know,” you say, “to keep Kalim—I mean—the both of us safe…I just figured that it’d be easier if it was…” Your hand gestures to yourself. “Just me.”

At that admission, Jamil’s hands still. “You…” Idiot. He mulls over his words as he removes your earrings. “Self-sacrifice may be admirable, but it is foolish.”

(Neither him nor Kalim would be able to forgive themselves if something worse than inebriation happened.)

“I’m back! And I’ve got a plastic bag for you to throw up in, just in case!”

“No! Don’t mention throwing up, I’m doing really well right now!”

Truly, it is a wonder watching the two of you communicate, Jamil thinks to himself. 

The jewelry that Kalim lent you is gathered into a gleaming pile on his nightstand. Jamil busies himself with returning them to their proper containers as you take sips from the glass in Kalim’s hand. 

He even had the consideration to put in a straw.

“Better?” Kalim asks, setting the glass aside.

You don’t respond immediately, planting a hand on his shoulder and the other cupping his cheek before sliding it up to aggressively ruffle his hair. “I already told you I was doing fine! Can I sleep now?” 

So you were a happy, affectionate drunk. Not unlike Kalim when he’d get intoxicated, at least one of you was sober. 

Kalim catches your wrists. “Not yet! You need to get cleaned up first.” He’s smiling, but his brows are slightly furrowed in a mix of concern and exasperation.

“Ugh.” 

“I’ll help you out. Come on, please?” 

Despite the part of him that’s internally cringing, Jamil could almost revel in seeing Kalim fumble at being the caretaker for once. Oh, but the sermon he’d be subjected to if he vocalized any of that aloud. Before shutting the drawer, Jamil takes out a bottle of makeup remover and an opened bag of cotton pads. “Here.”

“Thanks, Jamil.” And he soaks the pad in a generous amount of the liquid.

“I hate those. They always hurt my eyes…”

“Don’t worry, it’s safe for sensitive skin.” Jamil suspects you’d complain less if you heard how much a single bottle of the thing cost. Kalim presses the cotton pad against your face, giving a tentative swipe against your cheek, glitter and foundation coming off with the motion. “Sorry, is that too rough?”

“’s too gentle.”

“...How about now?”

“Okay. We’re good.” And you make sure to tilt your head, to stay still as Kalim removes your makeup. “Sorry for getting drunk. And making you both take care of me.”

“No need to apologize for that.” Kalim is quick to reassure you. “I probably should’ve said no to those drinks, huh?”

Without missing a beat, you agree, “yes. You’re really cute and nice. But you’re too nice to strangers.”

An unreadable expression passes over Kalim’s features. “...Jamil says the same thing.” He punctuates that reply with a short empty laugh. Though his voice is pitched quieter than its usual volume, Jamil’s ears are sharp enough to pick up on it. Their gazes meet—between them, it’s a tiring song-and-dance, but it’s another thing to have an outsider like yourself commenting on it so brazenly—and Kalim breaks eye contact to focus on wiping away your eyeliner.

He changes the conversation after gathering the used cotton pads with one hand. “Are you hungry? I can try to make you something—” Jamil interrupts Kalim’s offer with a discreet ‘ahem.’ “—I mean, we could get you flatbread to snack on while you wash up…”

You reach a hand up to scrub at your cheek. “...wanna be compensated.”

“Compensated how?” Jamil folds his arms across his chest.

Your muffled grumbling is indiscernible. Kalim leans a bit closer to you. “Could you say that again?”

“...stay with me so I don’t choke on my puke.”

“Of course.” Kalim’s hand squeezes yours. It’s a silver lining to his shamelessness, being able to reciprocate out-of-pocket moments of vulnerability without an ounce of hesitation. “You don’t have to worry about that. We’ll stay with you.”

At those magic words, exhaustion finally seeps into your frame. “I was being so brave tonight…” you mumble.

“Yes, yes you were.”

(Just this once, Jamil lets Kalim speaking for the both of them slide.)

“Go ahead and wash up, okay? I’ll go after you.”

Your frown doesn’t let up. But you do oblige Kalim’s request and amble to the bathroom, holding onto the door frame for support. Jamil hears the sound of running water and decides to turn his attention to Kalim. Muscle memory takes over as Jamil undoes Kalim’s headscarf.

“Wait, wait, I can do it myself…” In spite of his protests, he doesn’t pull away, just lets Jamil gather the elaborate fabric and fold it into a neat square. It’s a nasty habit, Jamil thinks, but habit is comforting to lean into. Or sometimes, it just nagged at him like an itch to scratch.

“Give me your rings and bracelets too, I’ll put them away.” He’s used to the sight of exhaustion hitting Kalim at the end of a party, but there’s something different about this weariness.

 “...Sorry, thank you, Jamil.” Ah, the undercurrent of guilt is new. Kalim heads to his cabinet.

The both of them stand in uncomfortable silence for a bit. Jamil can feel the back of his neck prickling, but he keeps his head down, focused on arranging the last of Kalim’s jewelry. It’s a meditative task, but that leaves his mind thrumming with the vestiges of the exchanges that he just witnessed.

This kind of scenario—having to stand aside and do basically nothing while watching Kalim’s clumsy yet successful attempts to take care of you—is an unwelcome sensation, makes his hands itch to do something, however menial. But at the same time, isn’t that what he’d been hoping for his entire life?

Click! The lights in the bathroom come on. Followed by the sound of you retching—hopefully into the toilet bowl. Welp, they tried to alleviate it. 

“I already told them I could handle a few drinks.” Frustration is also a foreign emotion on Kalim’s features. 

And he wasn’t lying. He has a higher alcohol tolerance than Jamil. Jamil can’t help himself from the little amused huff at the irony. “Well, they’re pretty stubborn.”

“Kind of like you.”

Jamil rolls his eyes. “Whatever.”

“You know that you don’t have to stay in my room tonight, right? I’m not…forcing you to do any more work tonight.”

(It’s truly unfair how blindingly honest Kalim can be.)

The irritation that cuts through Jamil isn’t like the long-festering resentment he held. It makes a sarcastic smile pull at the corner of his lip. “Who said that I was being forced?” If he retires to his dorm room, he just knows that he’ll be woken up again.

It’d be easier to keep an eye on the both of you if he stayed over, and it would bring a hell of a lot more ease to his mind, but he doesn’t need to say that last part.

Knocked off-kilter at his response, Kalim can only blink confusedly at him. “Eh?”

“I’ll bring over an extra mattress after I finish freshening up,” Jamil explains.

“Oh…oh! Would you need any—”

“Keep an eye on our drunk friend, will you? They might fall in.”

“Jamil, you asshole, I heard that.”

He ignores the weight of Kalim’s gaze on his back as he walks back to his room, laughing to himself.

A/N: lowkey hate the title, but the gdocs file is named "jamil and his 2 dumbasses" i had to pick smth more presentable than that 🤧 here are a bunch of scenes and ideas i wanted to throw in here that didn't make it into the fic: -reader getting extra nauseous and throwing up in the laundry hamper, mistaking it for a trash can -reader pointing out that kalim purses his lips when focusing on a task (i hc this as a sort of hereditary habit of jamil's. tbh this fic couldve been about habits and how they tend to get passed around as you grow closer to each other) -reader demanding goodnight kissies on the forehead (HAIST this is the second time i've lost pre-planned kisses, truly writing is a process /derogatory AUGHHH) -kalim offering to braid jamil's hair before they go to bed, i firmly believe that he puts his hair in a protective hair style bcs no way in hell he goes to sleep with his hair loose like that without suffering (me im a long hair haver and the hairfall carnage i wake up to every morning 🗿) i wrote this out to figure out kalim’s character more (and i couldn't stop my jamil bias from slipping in oops) fingers crossed 🤞 this insomnia draft will delve into that better than this aah 🤧 smtimes i feel like he’s ooc bcs i’m not putting enough exclamation points in his dialogue, but hnggg its obviously gonna turn out ooc if i do put !!! in everything he says, but i don't hate how this turned out so thats gucci! thank you @jessamine-rose for beta'ing this spontaneous wip ur truly a lifesaver 🥺💕 anyways, i hope this was a fun and enjoyable read, dont be afraid to rb and holler in the tags, i treasure each and every interaction 💕💕

[downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles]

Hi! Love your posts. Can you write crush headcanons for each of the turtles, like how they develop it, how they may act around them, and maybe ask them out? Thank you! Hope you have a great day!

TMNT crush headcanons:

Leonardo:

• Leo developes slow but meaningful crushes! He's very careful, and guarded of his feelings similar to Raph, but in his own way. His crush starts with feeling inspired by his person of interest, someone who makes him want to better himself in any way by either observing their passions, talents, and skills, or who encourages his limits to discover his own.

• He's thoughtful but very subtle about his affections towards someone, he doesn't exactly want them to know

• Observant, attentive, and a classic romantic is how he is—that last part, in his fantasies, at least. He dreams about being able to provide everything his crush could want or need, even though he can't always do so due to how they live

• Leo asks his crush out after a series of escalating gestures of love so it doesn't really catch them off guard. Asks them to meet him alone to talk because he has something important to say, and then makes the confession.

• "I know you have to know what I'm going to say, you're nervous, I can tell...I probably shouldn't have been so cryptic when I asked you to meet me in the dojo by yourself." He softens his posture a bit, to seem less tense. He'd lit several dozen candles scattered all over the room, partially for himself while he meditated to calm his mind a little, mostly to create an atmosphere. "You've become a close friend of mine despite everything, you know you're always welcome in our home, right? And you can come whenever." There's an awkward pause—he doesn't know how to continue with what he's saying. "Ah, anyways—I was saying...I enjoy your company, I would be honored to show you some stuff I know, in exchange for some of your time. Only if you'd like." God, he hoped that you would.

Michelangelo:

• Mikey couldn't hide his growing feelings, even if he wanted to. And it didn't take much for him to fall fast and hard for his crush; the attention he got was addictive and he wanted to give it back tenfold! He always wanted to feel wanted and accepted by others, so even though he couldn't have that from the rest of the human world, the fact that he had that from you was more than enough for him. He was grateful.

• He's his crush's biggest fan!! If there were merch, he'd wear it proudly even if it embarrassed you

• Creative and artistic; he painted and redesigned one of his old longboards just for you. It had some of his old pop-art on it, graffiti style, random sketches and doodles, and every sticker he could find. He tried to remember everything you liked to put it on the things he gave you, whether it were poster collages he made for his wall art or putting love onto the bottom of a skateboard. Big gift giver, so expect to get a LOT of stuff from him—even sentimental items he's nostalgic over, even if you feel bad to receive those things from him. He has a lot to give. 😌

• Mikey confesses by accident one day when he doesn't even mean to—he's playing around with you as usual and gets talkative when he's feeling excited, so it just slips out. Mid-play.

• "Ha-hah! That's what I'm taking about, I love you, Y/N!" There's a pause where it has to compute for a second. "Wait, did I just say that out loud?" He's serious for a moment—he can't believe he actually said that. But the next beat, he's back to smiling at you, laughing, maybe trying to deflect the hint of embarrassment he felt (which was rare for Mikey). "Yeah, I did say that out loud, I guess. Whoops...oh—now, tag, you're it!"

Donatello:

• Despite his brains and his intellectual nature, Donnie is an emotional person and actually falls in love almost immediately when he encounters that perfect person. He gets stars in his eyes and runs his own compatibility tests through his mind as he learns more about them, and annoyingly, they're stuck on his mind even when he's trying to work on his experiments and projects.

• Helpful, playful, a little stingy with your time lol—when he wants to spend time with his crush, he wants his brothers away because they take the limelight without thinking sometimes. Always offering to help you with homework or if you need anything fixed around the house, he's volunteering for that. Broken cabinet? Fixed. Wifi isn't working? No problem. Pipes under your sink leaking? He's been fixing up the Lair for years!

• Donnie is not shy. Let's say that rn. He's 👏 confident 👏. He's a little bit of a showoff competing with his brothers to snatch your attention, even if it's just games.

• He asks you if you'll have him on a date one night on your way out of the sewers. He'd been looking for the prime time to hit you with the question and was a little nervous to do it with his peers around, so he dropped the question when you went to leave for the night. "I know you're leaving—and this will only take a minute! But I had something to ask you." He lets you get curious. He holds up the keys to his prized possession, the Shellraiser, that he dreamed about driving you around in. "Ever gone on a joyride through New York in a souped-up garbage truck? No?...do you, maybe, want to do it with me? As a friend thing? Or maybe as more than just...friends?"

Raphael:

• Raph was completely UNready to admit he was getting soft for you. Or ready to commit to feeling the uncomfortable—but tantalizing—feelings you gave him. In honesty, for a good long while, Raph didn't let you know in the slightest he was getting his heart stolen over the course of the months he knew you.

• Very much puts off his crush with his prickly demeanor. But underneath that tough exterior, he's secretly taking every chance he can get to try to impress you in the ways he knows how; if there's any heavy lifting to be done, you bet he's volunteering himself out for that before anyone else can.

• Acts too good for sappy things until the moment his crush is being vulnerable—it disarms him, he's a protector at heart. He wants to be your shield from everything bad in the world, which is a lot.

• Raph plays the long game with his crush hinting over and over again he's in love, with no luck at times. It frustrates him but it's a challenge. He won't be outright and say it; everything he does is subtle, but the second your back is turned, he's making it known he's got your attention just to pull one over on his brothers (in good humor!)

• Makes his crush work with him to get the confession out, low-key. He makes you guess until you finally start to piece everything together. He will not be saying it with his words, but he'll definitely show it.

• "Y/N. C'mere," he says. "What're you still doing here this late, dummy? Already said it's not safe to walk home alone." Silence. "Agh, I did it again. Ignore my crap. But I mean it, stop goin' home alone, you know I told you I'd come too. And if I ain't available then I'm making Mikey go. Hear me? Stop acting like it's a burden or whatever..." He's kicking himself mentally for being unable to say what he actually wants to say. He ruffles your hair roughly to deflect. "See, now ya look silly like you act. Come on, let's go. I like you better safe in one piece than ending up in the back of some guy's van."

I lost all of my TMNT gifs from my old phone 😭 The post feels bare without it, but anyways, this is my first post in over a year so i hope it's good! 🐢🐢🐢🐢

[babybluesays]

List of headcannons because I feel like it

Chosen is generally a hungry person

In AvA II and III, Chosen really decided to just go munch on almost everything. Settings buttons, whole ass fonts and texts like he's PacMan or smth... so I like to think that this stems from Cho just liking to eat in general

Like, if he gets stressed he gets hungry. You give him comfort food on a bad day, he'd feel a lot better. He likes eating that much. Though I can imagine him having to restrain himself due to the very active lifestyle he lives (and a possible intense fasting and workout regime to sustain his body the best it can so he can fite)

2. The Hollowheads are crybabys

Some more than others, but I like to think that every generation of Hollowheads is in some way or another a crybaby. Vic and Cho have, like, a LOT worth crying over. Stress, anxiety, depression, nostalgia even... but you'll never see them crying in front of anyone. They're hunkering down someplace private, popping out the fine glasses, fixing theyselves a martini or a shot and drinking the night away (#justiceforchoandviclivers)

Meanwhile your two little shits, Dark and Sec are more so on the spoiled side of crying. Dark just seems like the type who would cry easily as a preteen and throw a whole fit over a lot of things. He likely carried this with him into adulthood, though I can picture Cho helping him practice to keep it under wraps.

Second is just very emotional in general, and he's also been somewhat sheltered so he tends to have bigger reactions to new things. He seems like the type who would cry if you put him in enough pressure. Full on sink to the floor, sob in his hands and scream at everyone to get out the room and then just lay down and cry silently. Kinda like the Box episode

3. The Hollowheads and Noogai were a family in the past.. for a little while

This is sort of morphing into an AU, but for the damnest reason I'm so fixated on this... the idea of Dark and Cho locating Noogai's new PC and returning to him after realizing living in the Outernet sucks with no food or shelter. Victim being this gentle but wise ghost who haunts Alan's devices and fulfills his role as Dark and Cho's oldest brother. Dark and Cho would actually have a healthy, non-destructive relationship with each other AND Alan, and they were actually a family

Then Second is drawn, TCO's return, and suddenly Chosen feels more drawn to the baby than he does to his scrawny little brother. As years go by and Second learns to walk and talk and play and learn about life, Dark is now a preteen and grows more bitter to Chosen, feeling as though he's been betrayed an abandoned. Granted, Chosen rarely hung out with him like they used to. Essentially, Noogai was the caring but severely absent father, Chosen was the stressed older sibling trying not to crack for everyone's sake, Dark was the enigmatic, bitter middle child, and Second growing up in the ever increasing hostile environment, with Victim being the peacekeeper and keeping them all glued together.

Dark, psychotic as he is, developed the ViraBlade in the hopes of erasing Second for good. Cho didn't like that, they fite, Vic is powerless, and let's just say a few wrong swings leads to an almost fatal injury onto Second's little body. Pissed beyond belief, Noogai kicks the two out and then they're forced to band together to survive however they can in the Outernet. And after evaluating that they're only good for fighting, they decide there's no other option...

Meanwhile, the impact on Second's body awakened the first spurs of his power within him. And Noogai decides to heal him and use him for animation practice instead, to slowly rebuild and reshape him from the traumatic injury. He just didn't know Second would come alive again... wow that sure dragged on...

4. Chosen is emotionally bound to Second

Since Second is basically the reincarnation of Chosen, I like to think they're more connected than even Noogai realizes. Chosen loves the little guy more than you'd know, and would honestly do anything for him. I'd like to imagine that throughout season 3 of AvA, Chosen's gonna be catching a lot of bullets for his little bro

He probably also does it out of regret of failing to do the same for Dark, and now his trauma is being projected into his actions. He is very overprotective of Second but he tries his hardest to keep himself on the ground, and understands that Second is old enough to keep himself safe. If only he knew, though...

5. Victim and Second are identical in appearance

While Second may be the Chosen One's "Return", I don't think it means his entire appearance has to revolve around that . I actually like to think that he has a frightening resemblance to Victim. If you pulled down their hair, and gave them the same clothes.. he'd look exactly like him. Only littler.

Because realistically, Second is living the life that Victim could've had the chance to live. And there are a lot of parallels in his life compared to Victim's. Second's gang is rainbow colored, Victim's is black and white. Second is a creator, Victim comes off as a distruptor. Second's environment is warm and bright and welcoming, Victim's whole facility is so bland and lacks color, it's almost unfriendly.

[seriesxwriting]

Leaving me wanting more

Paring- Dean Winchester

Series- supernatural

Warnings- lotta fighting, course it’s the supernatural- that means guns too and ghosts. Kissing, erm might be some swearing it is me we’re talking about.

Summary- you’re introduced to the famous Winchester brothers by their dad on a hunt. Where you connect with Dean quite a lot more than you thought you would. Developing feelings fast, thanks to his dad’s plan all along.

No real timeline in this.

Requests are open my lovelies, any and all characters <3

John drove his car into the run down flat car park and parked it in once of the spaces. “I’m sure this case won’t be easy” he told his sons. “Since when do me and Sammy like easy” Dean chuckled flashing his teeth and cocking his gun.

I recognised the famous car straight away and eyed it up from my car parked in the shadows. I couldn’t really see anyone’s faces so it was lucky I knew the car. My gun was slid into my belt behind my back and I pulled my top down covering it before opening my door and stepping out. Confidently, I walked towards the car in the hope they’d get out and I wouldn’t be standing there awkwardly. I was right, they did. John first of course. I knew he was bringing his two sons but I’d never met them before.

Id heard endless story’s about the famous Winchester brothers who had cheated death multiple times and killed hundreds of demons and the rest of the ugly’s in our world. “Hi darling, are you okay” John came over to hug me. I smiled embracing him back “of course, I always get excited when you call John”. “dad who’s this?” One of them asked as the two brothers stepped out of the car apprehensively. 

He turned to his two sons with a beam “this is y/n, she’s the only daughter of one of my dear friends who passed, I thought I’d call in some back up for this hunt”. “You’re a hunter?” The one with shorter hair raised his eyebrow looking me up and down. “Yeah, do I not fit the description?” I smirked putting my hand on my hip. “Not particularly- never met a hunter that looks like- you” he smirked, his face a tad more comfortable now. “Dean- that’s Sammy” he introduced himself.

I nodded at him “nice to meet you, though I feel like I already do- I’ve heard a lot of stories” “so you’re a fan?” He walked over to me leaning on the car slightly. “I’d use the word impressed, rather than fan” I folded my arms trying to keep his ego in tact. He was even better looking closer up, his eyes were a gorgeous green colour and his smile lit up the dark night that surrounded us. “Enough chitter, we have a case at hand” John nodded towards the block of flats.

Sitting here waiting I’d already analysed every part of the bock. They were clearly run down, needed more than just a lick of paint. They needed to be knocked down. But it was still someone’s home and still my job to save it. We walked inside and went towards the lift. “It’s out of order, we’ll have to use the stairs” Sam stated pointing behind him. So we turned back around and went up the stairs. “What floor is it?” Dean asked John who was at the front of the group and first up the stairs.

“Thirteen” he answered with a smile. “Thirteen! You want me to walk up thirteen staircases?” “Technically there’s two for each floor- so it’s actually twenty six” Sam joked from the back of the group. “I’m sure you’ve faced worst Dean” I giggled turning to look at him. “I’d rather face twenty six demons! with no weapons, than climb this many stairs” he wined as we kept walking. “Don’t wish too hard- we have no clue what we’re walking into here” John warned him.

When we eventually got to the top floor (after Dean had been moaning the whole time and prolonged us) we headed for the door number given to John. He knocked three times before a woman opened the door. We could only see one eye, the chain restricted the door opening fully. “Oh good- I thought you were her again” she breathed closing the door and reopening it with no chain. She was a short woman with a brown bob and big blue eyes. Her lips were thin but were smothered in red lipstick.

Though she was slightly shaking when standing in front of us. “Hi- my names y/n- this is John we spoke to you on the phone” I smiled small just to let her know we were friendly, while I also looked around the apartment. “I’m Vanessa, Come in, come in- thank you for coming” she waved her hand indicating for us to come in, showing her chipped, bitten nails. However what fascinated me more was the rings she had on her finger. One of them looked like it could have been made out of bone, it had an amazing purple crystal on it that almost appeared to be glowing. “This is your house?” Dean questioned looking around. It wasn’t the tidiest, in fact there were bin bags everywhere and bare shelves. It looked like she was getting ready to move out.

“No- no no this was my mothers house, come- shall we sit in the living room I will explain the story” she closed the door and then waddled past us with her finger in her mouth. Me and Dean looked at each other, I could tell he was just as sceptical as I was. John was first in the living room of course, he was sat down opposite her. Dean sat next to his dad and I sat next to Dean leaving Sammy to sit next to the woman. It was probably for the best, I’d heard he was the most sympathetic of the Winchester men.

“So this was your mother’s house? And you don’t live here?” Dean raised an eyebrow. “No I live in England- I flew here for a few weeks to clean out my mums flat because- she passed you see” she bit her lip. But it wasn’t a sad look that flooded her face it was a guilty look. I picked up on this instantly. “You didn’t speak much huh?” I tilted my head, the two brothers looked at me with a confused expression but their attention was soon moved back onto Vanessa. “No we didn’t, she hated me for moving to England- she felt like I was leaving her and- I did- we lost contact, it was my fault but my now husband he didn’t want to move to America so I had no choice” she shrugged clearly tearing up.

“So- why have you called us here Vanessa” Sammy said in a soft voice. “Well you see, when I came here- things started to go wrong, I would pack things into bags and then they would be all put back when Id turn back around” she explained to us. “There’s messages on the mirror when I shower telling me to get out of the house- objects flying across the room trying to hit me- I haven’t been able to get anything done” she shook her head and her bottom lip began trembling.

“Well I think we know what the problem is here” I looked at John who nodded at me. “I just want to pack up so I can sell this place and move on with…” in that moment a loud bang came from the corridor cutting Vanessa off. “Oh not again!” She whimpered into her hands. Me and Dean jumped up but when i opened the door a lady with long grey hair and a long white nighty ran towards me screaming and pushing me backwards. I went flying into Dean who practically caught me. I had to reset quickly because she was still coming.

“ANYONE HAVE SALT?” I shouted dodging her attacks before she disappeared. Vanessa at this point was screaming, John and Sam had jumped up. “Only in the car” John whispered feeling pretty vulnerable in the open like this. We all did. “I have some! In the kitchen” Vanessa got up to go and get it but as soon as she stood, an ornament from the fire place was thrown directly at her. She ducked moaning out in distress and it smashed against the wall. I eyed the door and then made a run for it to the kitchen. “Y/n!” Dean shouted after me but as he ran to the door it swung, slamming shut.

“Y/n!” He shouted pulling the door, however it didn’t budge. I was busy anyway, I ran to the kitchen past all the stuff the ghost had broken in the hallway. She was standing in the kitchen with her head on her shoulder smiling. “You need to leave this place!” I hissed at her slamming my eyebrows down. She raced towards me but I dodge her, she quickly turned and smacked me into the table and chairs. They broke underneath me and so I hit the wall. But the ghost was still there. I got up as fast as I could eyeing the salt in the cupboard that was open.

However, when I reached for it everything in the cupboard flew out at me. I squealed being attacked by a bag of pasta and a tin of carrots, before a package of oats hit me on the side of my face knocking me to the ground. The ghost made a run for me again but I reached for the salt, opened the bottle and chucked it at her. She let out a scream before she disappeared momentarily. I heard the front room door opening before thundering footsteps in the hall way. “Are you okay?” Dean blinked rushing over to help me up. He took my hand and then my hip and I looked up at him when I stood.

Our bodies were basically touching and his arm was around my waist. His eyes drew me in so much I didn’t know what to say. “Y/n?!” John rushed, so he could get an answer from me. I nodded pulling away from Dean but patting him on the chest. “Yeah I’m fine thank you” I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear nervously. I got her with the salt. Sam and Vanessa walked in looking at the mess on the floor. “My goodness- my mother is the one trying to hurt me” she winced again covering her mouth with shock. “In my opinion Vanessa- your mum doesn’t want you to move her stuff out” I told her softly.

“And as you didn’t have a great relationship I’m guessing she doesn’t want you taking her stuff or even being in her house” “but she left it to me” she shook her head confused about the situation. “Y/n is right, she doesn’t want you here” John validated, giving me a nod. “Perhaps she couldn’t change her will- but she definitely wants you gone” Dean nodded to Vanessa. “So what do we do?” She trembled looking to John for an answer. “Well first we need…” Sam started talking but his father cut him off. “Y/n, show us how it’s done” John raised his eyebrows at me.

Any case I went on with him he’d give me more and more responsibilities, but never full control. My smiled turned into a grin and I threw him a knowing look. “Where was your mother buried Vanessa?” I turned to her, “um- just across town in the Catholic Church graveyard” “and her name?” I raised an eyebrow. “Dorthy gale- how ever will that help us?” “We need to burn her body, that will get rid of her once and for all” I explained feeling pretty confident in what I was saying. I was a pretty good hunter but it was a natural thing rather than a learning thing.

I could fight but the information was always harder for me to attain. John helped me quite a lot and of course my other hunter friends. But I still studied quite a lot on my own. “We should split up- two of us will go and burn the bones and two of us will stay here incase Dorthy comes back” I looked to John for validation and he smiled eying his son next to me. “You and Dean should go to the graveyard- me and Sam will stay here” he nodded at Dean who looked like he was taking this very seriously.

“Here” I passed the bottle of salt to Sam. “You can make a circle in the front room” “yeah, and we will look for any iron” he nodded to his dad who liked the plan. We all started moving to go to our stations but as me and Dean went to leave John called out his name. “You look after her okay” he smacked his son on the back. “She’s my top priority” he nodded once. “She is” he agreed before walking off to the living room. Dean put a hand on my back as we exited the front door, to gently move me.

“Any idea why my dad paired us up?” He raised an eyebrow at me with a smirk. “Maybe he thought you needed my protection” I shrugged laughing “or maybe he’s bored of you so he chose a different pair” “oi” I laughed hitting him on the chest as we descended the stairs. He was a lot more chatty and a lot less winey on the way down. “So you’re dad? What was his name?” “Oh I didn’t know my dad- he left before I was born” I smiled innocently, not really caring because I’d never known anything different. “So- my dad and your mum were friends”.

“Uh huh, they met on a case- she was almost a victim of a vampire attack but he saved her and taught her what’s really out there” I explained as we got into deans car. “So she became a hunter?” “No- she kept her job as a lawyer but she knew- so she was prepared- she taught me everything John taught her I do think she secretly went on a few hunts behind my back but nothing I remember” I shrugged thinking about her. “Do you mind me asking how she passed?” He looked across to me sadly. “No- it was a demon, it came for her hunter friend and she was collateral damage I suppose- I came home from a friends house to my front door being open and the scene in the dining room”.

“I noticed it wasn’t human so I called some of her other hunter friends and- one of them must have told John because he came- he was really good to me” I explained thinking back to the incident. A smiled crossed my face because if I didn’t think about the good, I’d cry about the bad. “I’m sorry” Dean rubbed my thigh as he drove. I put my hand on his and traced it with my thumb. “You don’t have to be, I’ll see her again one day, I have the memories of her and I fight for her everyday- eradicating as many of these things as I can to avenge her”.

“You’re brave- I like your attitude” he told me with a smile as we parked in the church. “Well now you know my story” I shrugged looking across at him. “She’d be proud of you” he nodded seriously at me, I could tell it had reminded him of his own mother. “Mary would be proud of you too Dean” I beamed before getting out the car. Dean grabbed two shovels from his boot of tricks and we headed to find her grave. We said whoever’s first gets to drop the lighter but Dean found it first and made sure I knew about it. He just made me laugh the whole time. Maybe I was starting to feel a little something for him.

It didn’t take us very long to dig it up, he dropped the lighter of course but he let me pour the petrol. And we stood there for a few seconds, just watching the flames eat her bones. “Id hate to be this vengeful when I pass” I whispered to him. “You won’t be” he shook his head rubbing my back as I stared into the pit of hell. “Would you burn my bones for me Dean- if I did” I put my pinky finger out to him. He looked at it chuckling before pinky promising me. “You have to do the same for me though” “it’s a pact” I nodded with a big smile looking into his eyes again.

Even though it was dark they still shone through the shadows at me. We were still holding our pinky’s together as we stared at each other. His other hand came up to my face and he brushed my cheek softly. I moved my head forward and with that I saw a panic spread in his eyes. “I should- call my dad- tell him it’s done” Dean nodded trying to find his phone in a fit. “Yeah- you should do that uh huh” I nodded awkwardly putting my hair behind my ear. I was glad it was dark because my face had probably turned very red by now.

Dean let John know what we had done and we made our way back to the car in silence. But all I could think about was that moment between us. The way he looked when the moonlight shone on the side of his gorgeous face. The silence between us wasn’t awkward it was just, sad. Something was telling me we both wanted it to be a moment but something we couldn’t control was stopping us. Deans phone rang distracting my thought process. “Dad?” He answered confused about why he was ringing. “What are you talking about? We just burnt the bones?” Dean frowned, knitting his eyebrows together.

“I don’t know- we’ll be back in a second” he ended the phone call and put the gas on harder. “Dean?” I questioned “she’s not dead” he answered gritting his teeth together. “What- how can’t she be dead I don’t…” I trailed off thinking. “I don’t know- we got all the bones” dean tutted getting pissed off by the situation. “No- we didn’t” I shook my head as we drove into the apartment blocks again. I flung open the door and he followed. “Grab the salt gun” “y/n! What are you talking about?” Dean questioned as he threw open his boot. “Vanessa’s ring- it’s made of bone I’m sure it is”.

“Her ring?” Dean repulsed as he closed his boot and ran towards the entrance doors. “I saw it when we came in- that has to be why dorthy is still there” I shook my head positive in what I was saying. I was always a very observant hunter. There wasn’t any time to talk this trip up the stairs. We ran as fast as we could. I pounded on the front door but it wasn’t opened by anyone when it creaked ajar. The apartment was silent, I looked to Dean apprehensively before a loud bang came from the bedroom. “Sammy!” Dean yelled in search for his brother, running past me. “Bedroom!” Sam called before another bang came.

Vanessa was there and John too being cornered by this thing. “There was no iron” Sammy called out. Dean shot Dorothy instantly with the salt gun and she vanished. “Vanessa” I called out “your ring, the purple one- what’s it made out of” “uh- uh it’s my mother’s finger bone- I wanted to keep her close all the time so I had this made just after her burial” she bit her lip spinning it on her finger. “So we did miss a bone” John realised peering at the ring. “I take it you need to burn this” she slid it off clutching it to her heart. “Goodbye mum” she whispered before plodding over to me.

Dean took his lighter out but as he did I was pushed out into the hall way and I dropped the ring. Dorthy was back. I scrambled up while Dean tried shooting her again. It had rolled into the kitchen and I leaped to clutch it in my hands. I looked around setting my eyes on the gas stove. I turned the knob on it seeing the flame rise. In that moment the ghost appeared in front of me making a run for me. I dropped the ring in the fire and she let out an ear splitting scream. The group ran into the kitchen as the ghost caught fire and eventually, vanished for good this time.

“Is it over?” Vanessa blinked in a state of shock. I nodded looking at the ash of the ring now on the cooker. Dean came over to me putting his gun on the side and rubbing my back. I laid my head on his chest taking it all in while he comforted me. “You’re so brave” he whispered to me. “Thanks for having my back” I smiled up at him. We eventually said our goodbyes to Vanessa who thanked us and even dove into her purse giving us a fair share of money for our work. We told her it wasn’t necessary but she insisted. The walk down the stairs was silent and I took a deep breath of fresh air when we got outside.

“I never wanna see them steps again” Dean huffed making Sammy laugh at him. “It was nice to meet you y/n” Sam reached out to shake my hand. “Mmh likewise, I can’t wait to tell this story the next time someone brings you two up” I giggled behind my hand. “It was a pleasure” he chuckled before walking off to his car. John came over to hug me goodbye. “Always nice working with you y/n” he breathed squeezing me. “I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me John” I whispered hugging him tightly back. “You don’t need to thank me sweetheart, you stay strong yeah, I’m sure I’ll see you soon” he pulled away but still kept a hand on my back to rub it.

I nodded a few times before turning to Dean who looked like he was waiting patiently. “Well” I sighed smiling, waking over to him. “You ever need help on a hunt- feel free to call me” “I just might take you up on that Dean Winchester” I giggled tucking my hair behind my ear, but I knew I was lying. “Goodbye y/n” he wrapped his arms around me holding me tightly. “It was nice meeting you Dean” I swallowed against his chest. Something tugged in my heart when we walked away in different directions. Something that could have been will never be and so I got back into my car, and they got into theirs.

“What do you think of her?” John smiled at his sons but focused his attention on Dean. “Yeah she’s great, a good hunter- she’ll be really skilled one day” Sammy emphasised from the back seat. Dean kept quiet. “Dean?” “Yeah I agree- with what Sam said” he nodded and shrugged his shoulders. “You seemed to connect quite a bit” “yeah she’s cool, knows what she’s doing” “so… anything else?” John smirked trying to him something. “Dad I don’t get what you’re trying to get at?” Dean shrugged his shoulders again but in more of a stroppy way. “Oh my gosh” he put his hands on his face. “Did you like her Dean” Sam rolled his eyes chuckling in the back.

“What no- that would be disrespectful to you dad I wouldn’t do that”. John frowned shaking his head “why do you think I invited her on this case? I wanted you two to meet- I think you’d be good for each other”. Out the corner of deans eye he saw my car pull out the apartment car park. “You- wanted to set us up?” Dean rose his eyebrow watching my car. “Yeah” John widened his eyes. “You should have given her your number- instead of just empty promises you didn’t plan on keeping” John rolled his eyes laughing. “But- I thought you’d be fuming” “no Dean” he laughed shaking his head.

“Dad- please- catch up with her!” Dean pointed to my car flying down the road. “Yeah?” “Yes- I need to tell her I like her!” He frantically thrusted his hand toward my direction. John started the car up and sped out and down the road following me. It didn’t take them long to catch up with me. I saw John indicate on a lay by and did the same thing, assuming they wanted to say something to me. Dean jumped out the car and ran toward me. “Did you forget something?” I questioned opening my door.

“Yeah- to give my my number and ask you the time I’m picking you up for our date?” “What- are you talking about” I half smiled probably going red again. “I’m sorry I pulled away- I didn’t think my father would appreciate me making a move on you- but I like you y/n, I know you were lying you were never going to call me because I pulled away but I want you to” “I’ll take your number Dean- and you can pick me up on Saturday- at seven” I smiled passing him my phone. “Sounds good, looking forward to it” he grinned typing in his number and then passing it back. “Do you know what else I will have though Dean?” I smiled leaning in closer to him.

“That kiss that you owe me”. He chuckled putting his hand on my cheek and rubbing it before he leant down and met my lips. His were soft, he was gentle with me which I wasn’t expecting for such a big man. My cheeks burned red across from his as we met with the exact same rhythm. “You definitely left me wanting more Dean Winchester” I smiled up at him. “I’ll see you Saturday gorgeous” he whispered quickly kissing me on the lips again.

“Can’t wait” I waved as he was walking back to his car. What the fuck. Hold on, rewined.

I’m going on a date with THEE Dean Winchester.

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Please share your Goshi headcanons I wanna know so badly now that you mentioned it.

Oh boy you just unleashed the demons I hope you know what you've done... /j

anyways like a whole google docs page worth of headcanons incoming...

Enjoy I guess :3 ...

A really slow developing relationship especially since Ryoma is afraid of getting close to people and Gonta is inexperienced with relationships

They collect bugs together!! Ryoma likes to help Gonta out by using shukuchi method to catch fast bugs…

They tend to spend a lot of time in nature, mostly because Gonta likes to look at bugs and plants… Ryoma doesn’t mind, he likes the breath of fresh air.

They go on walks often and Gonta likes to point out and explain stuff he sees… Ryoma likes to listen to him ramble…

Ryoma is the type of guy to put a bug outside if he sees one, sometimes he brings it to Gonta if he sees one in his room.

Ryoma sometimes plays tennis with Gonta, he’s not surprised at how hard his serves are, but he could work on his aim more… He likes how Gonta doesn’t mind when he wins

With Gonta, Ryoma is at his most vulnerable… he feels so safe with him,,, sobs…

They really like to hold hands… Ryoma’s hands are always cold and Gonta’s are always warm… Ryoma loves the feeling of just having his hand completely warmed and covered by the other’s… [though Gonta flinches at how cold af his hands are SOBS]

Gonta respects Ryoma’s boundaries and tries his best not to impulsively touch him [sometimes he does it by accident but he quickly apologises],,, eventually he gets comfortable enough to display affection more physically.

Ryoma likes to pat Gonta whether it's on the shoulder, back [and sometimes head!!] Gonta tends to make a little ‘mph!’ sound when this happens and it makes Ryoma all flustered…

Ryoma’s a little adverse to PDA, at least when it comes to kissing and such, that stuff is more intimate to him,,, only he and Gonta deserve to see that…

Cuddling… yes… Ryoma is so small in Gonta’s hold,, it's so comforting

Ryoma has quite a few scars from getting involved with the mafia and such… Gonta notices them but remembers once that kissing a wound would make it feel better! So sometimes when they’re alone he presses little kisses on Ryoma’s scars…

[this one is actually referenced in salmon team] Ryoma likes to hear the breathing of someone sleeping next to him [not in a weird way] he sees it as a sign that the other is alive and well… one day, Ryoma tells this to Gonta so now sometimes when they’re cuddling, Gonta whispers nice things to him while the other thinks he’s asleep…

Gonta also sometimes giggles and mumbles in his sleep which makes Ryoma happy to hear…

Gonta gets lost in fantasies a lot, when he’s with Ryoma he might ask him to act them out with him… Ryoma doesn’t mind a bit, he finds it pretty endearing actually…

When he gets closer to Ryoma he tends to be more intimate when it comes to his fantasies [not like that…] like asking to roleplay being a married couple or having a kid… this makes Ryoma flustered as hell but he tries to play along as genuinely as he can [this is probably how Altas happened LMAO]

Asexual solidarity!!! [though… they have experimented a little,,, they are not completely adverse to being a little silly at times :3]

will you get more self indulgent goshi shit in the future? Yeah... sobs...

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Fate

Adam Warlock x Reader

Plot: Who knew a mundane activity could help you to develop a new bond in the strangest of ways?

Genre: PG-13 (Mentions of public attack, please do not read if it triggers you)

A/N: I have no idea why but I suddenly decided to try writing for Adam Warlock! Honestly, Will Poulter caught my eye way back in maze runner (yes I know) and I hope he does well! The movie isn't out yet so I'm leaving a lot to my creativity here. If you like it, do reblog! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Also, if you do like my work and if you can, do tip here!

Tired.

You were so very tired. Yet you were so restless. Somehow the sage advice from your mother rang loud in your ears despite the grueling schedule you had just gone through today.

An exercise will do you some good.

Cursing under your breath, you prepared to head out in your workout gear. As they say, the starting is always the hardest.

Getting into a rhythm with the music, you started on your usual route. Shoes pounding the pavement, you let yourself feel the burn on your thighs.

Sure, you despised running. If there was an easier way, you would take it without a doubt. But there were upsides to it as well.

Such as the fresh air, the familiar scent of spring, and freshly baked croissants mixed together.

It was definitely not the man that you ran face-first into.

As you collide with him, you almost bounce off right into the parked car at the side of the pavement. Bracing for the impact, you didn't expect a pair of arms to wrap you by the waist.

"Are you alright? I mean, did I hurt you? That's what Quill told me to say if I offended someone." The man mumbled the last part loud enough for you to hear. You can't help but be amused at his choice of words. Standing back upright, you're able to take a better look at the man- scratch that.

You were looking at a god.

His skin was unbelievably golden as if it was kissed by the sun. It certainly didn't help that his chiseled features were staring at you unabashedly with piercing eyes.

Snapping out of your stupor, you nod a little too fast for your liking. You allow your eyes to run, hovering over his figure, wondering how hard you must have run into him to almost get a concussion.

Or was it the other way around?

Get your head out of the gutter.

"I wouldn't say you offended me. I wasn't really watching where I was going either." You gave your most amicable smile. To your slight disappointment, the man seems to be lost in thought as he stares beyond you.

Get real and get your arse moving. You have no business with him anyway, he's just some stranger whom you bumped into-

You attempt to sidestep him to continue your journey when he grabs you once more right as a blast throws the two of you back onto the ground.

Ears ringing, you realize the man's trying to rouse you from your shock. All you can see is chaos as people around you run frantically for shelter.

Carrying you away from the open, he gently places you down. You struggle to get your hearing back but you know what he's trying to tell you.

"Stay here."

Before you can argue, he leaves the temporary shelter he found for you and walks into the open. Just what was he thinking?

"Are you mad! You'll get yourself killed!" You screamed enough for your throat to go hoarse.

The man looks over his shoulder, an unreadable expression on his face. And then, the unbelievable happens.

Eyes glowing bright yellow, he leaps into the adjacent building with frightful speed, crashing the windows on his way through. A flash of bright light and soon enough, the assault on the streets stops.

You don't realize how hard you're trembling until a hand rests on your shoulder. You are now looking at a woman with big black eyes and antennas attached to her head staring at you curiously.

"Go to sleep."

***

You jolt with shock, panting wildly. What kind of a crazy dream was that? You were positive you were going insane with all the recent stress.

Wait... this wasn't your house. Why did you feel like you were on a moving spaceship?

Scrambling out of the covers, you press the button, planning a great escape. You see a knife discarded at the entrance. Yeap. You had to get out of here.

Arming yourself with the weapon, you creep out of the room and make your way to the front of whoever kidnapped you. As you inch forward, you could hear hushed voices trying to climb over each other at once.

"What were you thinking Adam? I mean I'm reckless but this is a whole new level! What if someone saw you?"

"Reckless is an understatement. You should have seen Quill, he was a hot mess."

"Not now Rocket! Drax can you check on sleeping beauty? The mechanics should have worked by now."

At the mention of what you presume to be you, you raise your knife and make the most intimidating face you can conjure at this moment.

"Somebody has three seconds to tell me what I'm doing on a flying spaceship or I'll cut someone's head off. Trust me, I can be pretty mean with this knife."

You see the man- Adam as you have learned staring at you along with the rest. Seeing how no one was making their move, you advance forward, holding the knife to his throat.

To your shock, Adam smirks, pushing away the tip of the knife with his ring finger without breaking eye contact with you. "Drax, you should really keep an eye on your stuff you know."

Another man with a hulking figure and dark green skin shrugs helplessly. "Sorry."

The third man in a red leather jacket rushes over to stop the altercation. "Please put the knife down. We have not kidnapped you. In fact, we haven't left Earth yet. Remember the blast? My name is Peter Quill and if you would we can explain everything to you."

You turn your attention to him, letting Peter continue.

You can't believe your ears- that have now been equipped with some sort of alien tech, courtesy of the talking raccoon that was tinkering away at the control panels, oblivious to the absurdity of it all.

"The blast affected your hearing and Adam bought you here to get it fixed. It may be a little weird but you feel comfortable in no time."

You nod numbly, trying to process this information. "Can I speak to Adam in private please?"

Peter nods, ushering the others who seemed eager to stay. Once the doors to the smaller rooms had slid shut, you approached the man.

"I appreciate what your team has done but I don't get it. Why did you help me? You could have just left me."

Adam pauses and for a split second, you're positive that he's almost zoning out on you.

"You were concerned about me. No one was ever concerned for me before."

You frown at his admission, silently sitting beside him.

“Well, I don’t know what you went through but you deserve every bit of concern. Even if you can fly through buildings and practically indestructible.” You hold his hand to which causes him to freeze momentarily.

But you don’t let go. Instead, you wait for him. Confused, Adam slowly interlocks his fingers with yours before holding it tighter. He looks at you, as if to seek your approval.

“Thank you Adam. Thank you for saving me.”

Your intimate moment was broken by his team as they stumbled out of the room, a lopsided grin on Quill’s face that you choose to ignore. Even so, Adam doesn’t let go of your hand.

“Well then! I hope that settles everything. I’m so sorry but we really must get going. And I’m not going to be accused of kidnapping another human into space.”

You blushed apologetically to which the rest of the team accepts good naturally with the exception of the raccoon whom which you were still weirded out by to be honest.

Walking down the steps, you see Adam slowly trailing behind you, hesitant to leave to god knows where. You see that he’s struggling to form his words, so you decide to take the lead.

“If you come back to Earth again, I’ll be happy to show you around.”

He blinks at your offer, breaking into a smile. “I’ll love that.” Adam strides over to you, giving you a last goodbye hug before getting back into the jet, leaving his lingering trace of his embrace.

You can’t explain it but as you watch the jet soar into the skies, you feel like you will see him again very soon.

Just like your first encounter, it would be fate.

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I Saw You In My Dream Ep 12 Thoughts

I have been horrendously overstimulated all day, insane things are happening at work (god bless my coworkers fr), and my voice is still iffy (though it’s slowly but surely coming back god bless) so this liveblog will likely be a mess. It will probably be awhile before I liveblog week to week again. I prefer doing this with a binge. ANYWAY. Under the cut:

I have to be really honest with you guys, I enjoyed this show. I liked it a lot. But I am also extremely happy that this is the last episode. I think this show probably should have been 10 episodes instead of 12.

The dreams are hereditary. I never would have guessed. Wait. Can you guys tell when I’m being sarcastic? Does my tone come across in my written words?

Why does every car in the world have squeaky brakes today I don’t understand. Also I bet you guys don’t know I have the world’s lamest superpower related to cars. One cookie for anyone who can guess what it is.

Has this been the OST the entire time? I don’t think this is the OST. I’ve been skipping it but this isn’t right. I dislike when shows do this. Well that’s not true. But it needs to be done well and this wasn’t. This implies either a significant tone shift in the episode from the rest of the show that is disingenuous OR it means that the episode is not going to match the new tone the OST is setting and either way it is a disservice to the show. If they wanted to shift the tone, it should have been properly building up to it since episode 1. And if there isn’t a significant tone shift, the OST should have remained the same. Way to not have faith in your theme song. This is disappointing to me on so many levels. And I want to reiterate again that I really enjoy this show. But now I’m more apprehensive that the finale is going to be a let down. I hope it won’t be.

Ai’s dad just going along with it. Do we know that he knows about the dreams? Does he know? Is he just rolling with it? My man. Love that man actually. 

Noisy sidewalk people go away.

Okay but why did Yu park like that. Boy. Clearly you’re blocking cars. There are empty spaces. Goodness.

Idk. I feel like this could very easily be solved by just like..asking someone that’s walking around if they’ve seen Yu. There are people everywhere and we’re being sneaky about looking for Yu why? Just say you need to talk to him. I do not understand.

Ice has got to be the stupidest villain to ever villain. My guy. My dude. There are so many people and Ai isn’t even the one you want. You’re just gonna be violent in front of so many witnesses.

Now everyone just stand there and watch Ai hang on for dear life. No one try to help. No one get ready to run up to catch him or slip away to maybe go up here to help. No one do anything like that. No one pull out a phone and call the cops. Or call an ambulance to come before it’s even needed.

I am doing my best to understand the variety and severity of the injuries going on here. They all need a sling or a wheelchair or a neck brace? All of them????

Is this a fucking pillow product placement? They didn’t even TRY with this one did they?

Hahahahaha sucks to suck. Kiss when you’re better I guess. (perhaps I’m in a bit of a grumbly and mean mood tonight. I love them but I laugh at their suffering)

Okay it is going way to fast past all of these pictures of Ai. Not enough lingering time and not enough pictures to explain the speed.

There wasn’t enough actual development into Yu finding and achieving his dream for it to be this significant of a presence in the final episode.

At least there’s a reason for this Christmas carol. One of them is off key though.

The fireworks were a bit much.

Okay. So I can go into what I think the show did wrong and clearly I did mention some earlier but instead I want to talk about some of the things I think the show did right: I love how big of a role Ai’s parents had. That was a close knit family through and through and they were loving and supportive even to their adopted family. Speaking of his parents, I want to give a huge shout out to how this show handled their Christianity. I grew up in the church. My dad is a pastor. Two of my grandparents are pastors. And while I am no longer religious, it was a huge part of my childhood and the way Ai’s parents acted towards everyone was fully representative of how I was personally taught we should behave as Christians. Ai’s mom and my mom are very similar actually. Same with Ai’s dad and my dad but I genuinely can’t get into that. I think that was handled very well. I don’t know if it was purposeful or by accident but I loved how that was done.

I loved that once the couples got together, they stayed together. Even when tested, Ai trusted Yu. Even when it was hard, he trusted Yu. Yo and Ing were also very cute (do I have issues with them, yes, but overall they were cute). I ended up really liking Yu’s ex. I don’t feel like the flashbacks earlier in the show worked for me because they made her seem like an entirely different person. But I’m getting into my criticisms and I said I wouldn’t. I’m glad she’s free from Ice and she needs to get her own GL I think. I would watch something with that character as a lead because she is compelling and interesting. Just please god give her a plot that the writers remember to keep up with.

That’s it. I’m done. I hope y’all enjoyed my ramblings. I think I need to go to bed now though. See you all in my dreams (see what I did there? ...I'll see myself out)

[fraternum-momentum]

killing stalking ramble belowww

!! tws for mentions of sa/rape, murder, abuse, etc. !!

(REALLY REALLY long, around 2k~ words. just be warned. also tmi in some parts.)

THIS IS NOT AN ANALYSIS !!!!! it def gets analytical in some parts, but i feel like i would need to reread ks a couple of times for me to feel confident enough to do a full blown analysis for it. these are just my thoughts that i want to get out of my head. really rambly for the most part, and separated into sections mostly for my convenience buy also to get my thoughts a little more organized.

what do i think about it?

it's great ! i really love the more thriller-ey aspects of it, esp when seungbae was investigating the whole thing. how he's trying to piece together everything and switching in between pov's was so so cool. love love love how extremely tense everything is, like ooo is he gonna get caught? is he gonna get killed?

ACAB but seungbae is the only police officer i'll salute to 🫡 (bc he's not real LMFAO)(and also he hates the police despite being one so)

season 1 is a great intro and it rlly gets u hooked, rlly went in super hard with the whole torture stuff. came in guns blazing n stuff. rlly rlly intense. the whole thing with jieun is just so sad man,,,,,,, like she was rude and all and she was an kind of an asshole to bum but i don't think she deserves to die over that 😭,,,,

there's also already a lot of foreshadowing and future callbacks planted into it. it makes me wonder how much planning went into the story :0 !! even early on it's pretty clear that sangwoo sees his mum in yoonbum, that's why he kept taking care of him after abusing him. he said ‘i love you’ out of the blue and bum thought he was talking to him and sangwoo replied ‘i was talking to my mom’. i mean, it's literally spelled out by the author in one of the qna's. i will be amazed if u didn't catch that somehow.

anyw season 2 is my fav because of reasons stated above. the tension is rlly great. when seungbae finally trespassed which led to the confrontation at the basement scene to when they were doing the interrogation was rlly rlly good. it shows how competent of a manipulator and a quick thinker sangwoo is. throughout it my heart was beating so fast i was so nervous JQHSHQ

seungbae rlly tried to pull through but unfortunately the people didn't believe him so woo and bum got away SCOT FREE,,,,,,, which caused seungbae to lash out on woo, then got laid off. DUDEEE i was so saddddddd, i mean i saw there were like 40 eps left so i knew he wasnt going to succeed but STILLLL i was cheering for him ykkk?

ep 34.

kinda tmi and i hope to fucking god it's not weird or anything but i can see myself in yoonbum.

LISTEN ok. not like the perverted stalker aspects. more of the whole jwhhr fuckk idk how to describe it without sounding pathetic or whatever but a while ago my brother and i had a talk about being careful with people bc of how bad my whole self esteem is and how easily i would be to manipulate and just how depressing my whole demeanor was or whatever and this scene in ep 34 where yoonbum was being interrogated by seungbae kind of left me a deep impression on me

i've def have asked myself something similar to this, idk maybe had talked to someone abt it when i was drunk as shit. but it i kind of started wondering if i would do that in his position. if i don't get any better, could i end up like him? eeeeeqjdb idkk its something i don't want to dwell on much but it's been at the back of my head ever since. i don't know. it's scary.

season 3 is more focused on characterization and developing the "relationship" between bum and woo. vv sangwoo centric. it deals with his past trauma and how it affected him. seeing how his childhood was initially and then the eventual reveal as to what really was happening in those scenes was so good. kind of shows how you never truly know what's happening behind closed doors. and it shows the extent of the abuse, how unstable his mother was, and how emotionally manipulative she was to sangwoo when he was a kid. then her eventual death in which she managed to gaslight him into thinking he killed her. at least, i think its implied that she drove the knife into her neck. and now, even when she's gone, her presence lingers and haunts him. quite literally too because its eventually revealed that her corpse was INSIDE THE FUCKING HOUSE.

i love how the dynamic turned from a dependency to a codependency. it's like watching a fire slowly spiral out and it becoming an huge shitstorm. it's interesting seeing that sangwoo needs bum too. right after he accidentally called bum 'mom' while they were having sex, that's probably the lowest he's been in, even begging yoonbum to not go and stay with him at home bc he's been so paranoid lately. even now i'm still not sure if bum was actually fucking the girl or if it was all a figment of woo's hallucinations.

there's a lot of particular scenes that i want to dedicate a small paragraph to but i don't want to make this longer that it alr is qkdh they're not anything life changing plus the implications are p clear anyway so,,

ending is insane. at first, i was kind of glad that bum seemed to be healing. like he was getting therapy, there was a person who was taking care of him, seungbae seems to be monitoring him regularly. i mean, he was still paranoid and stuff about being caught as an acomplice but he was fine for the most part. well, at least that was i thought until he started asking where sangwoo was and i kinda went oh no,,,

idkkkkk is it bad that i kind of felt bad for bum when he didn't get to see sangwoo for the last time? i mean, i want him to just move on with everything and heal but it was pretty clear he was still vv attached to woo so idkkkkk?? maybe its just me needing to have some closure or something? i was so sad that yoonbum didn't even get the chance to be truly happy in his life. even in his happiest moments with sangwoo, it was all just a skewed perception of love.

yk even if seungbae didn't go to woo's house one last time for that final confrontation, i feel like their codependent relationship would go to shit either way. but ahh,,,,,, bum deserved so much better,,,

seungbae my goat 🫡

small part abt him bc he's my fav

seungbae is interesting,,,, bc he def has violent tendencies much like sangwoo. i.e. lashing out at woo, wacking a guy out with a scanner (who, luckily, turned out to be a wanted criminal), hitting the guy who killed his father with a the golf club, dreaming and fantasizing about violently killing that said murderer multiple times, and probably more that i can't remember.. maybe a ‘two sides of the same coin’ kind of situation??? idkk

there's literally a part where seungbae said so himself that he and sangwoo were similar, immediately following it by saying that it was a dangerous thought. i think having a stable figure in his life (chief officer) helped him a lot. if he didn't have him, i feel like he could've easily ended up like sangwoo. all around green flag tho :3

my complicated feelings abt it:

idkkkkkkkkkkkkk like this is a thriller and it depicts a clearly abusive relationship but the fact that it feels so fanservicey to me feels so wrong to me ???????? like shit. i only started reading it bc i thought 'oh wasn't this bl or something? i don't remember lol. but sangwoo was hot, i should go read it' and proceeded to get my ass blasted with this is absolutely insane.

ok i'm gonna be completely honest i've always hated fanservice, so it's a completely biased take from me. like idkk it ruins the vibe of a scene. can't a good show just be a good show without all the panty shots and the weird ass angles?????? like okay, yeah, i literally draw porn but that doesnt mean i want porn/sexual in everything all the time.

like i get it. the sexual aspect of this is a necessary and integral thing. it's clearly there to depict that there's an imbalance of power. how sangwoo being on top feels more in control whereas when he's in a position of submission he gets angry or scared (a trauma response) and it's another aspect of abuse that a lot of characters experienced and it's all shown. but i think my issue is, when its with woo and bum there's like certain part to it where i'm just kinda like,,,,, you know that feeling when you feel like a sex scene in a movie is kind of going on for way too long? and ur just sitting there mildly uncomfortable by it and aughggyvh idkkk its weird,,,,,,, like should i keep watching or is this integral to the story???? am i going to miss any details or something anyone would say ?? and idk???????? like when bum or woo was sa'ed by adults they didn't depict it in such a,,,,,,, romantic?? light???? i'm not sure what to say but i feel like there's a difference in ambience and pacing and shit in a bunch of the scenes esp in season 3 but i guess it's bc they're in a 'relationship' ?????? idkk

in a way i can understand why they would present it like that ??? i'm probably reaching, but maybe it's to directly put the viewer in yoonbum's shoes and kind of see how sangwoo manipulates bum? like we as the viewer become victims ourselves of sangwoo's charms ????? maybe that's why it was psrticularly uncomfortable for me ??????????? dude idk,,,,

but like,, i've played btd/tpof before but i don't seem to have any problems with it, and that's literally torture porn or whatever but for some reason i draw the line at this apparently ????????

and i’ve thought about this really hard bc it was driving me nuts as to what the difference was. but maybe its bc it's kind of romanticizing it ??????????????? tbh i'm still not entirely sure. eh whatever i don't want to make it a big problem.

oh but fray, you draw noncon, dubcon, and gore ! arent you fetishizing it as well ? how is that any different ?

(this part is kind of tmi too) i think there's a fundamental difference between what i'm doing and having a cnc kink and depicting actual sa in a story.

no one is saying sa is not bad. for some people it's how they deal with the trauma they endured and for others its simply just a fantasy. cnc, in a real life setting, both parties are consenting and recognize that it's all just roleplay, if anything is out of the line you can opt out of it with a safeword and it's CRUCIAL that this safe word is respected. in a game like for example, dol, you can manipulate it into however you like. there's also cheats where you can just remove encounters altogether irrc. you're the one in control of the narrative.

i've had rape fantasies before (i play dol, don't be so surprised) but that doesn't mean i want to be fucking assaulted when i go out at night. and idk maybe like in ks it depicts all the gruesome and tragic parts of being abused, whether it be emotionally, sexually, physically, etc. and that's why it feels wrong framing it in that manner ????

idk my views about it aren't completely black and white. dude idfk i'm not an expert in anything. at the end of the day i'm just some random person who read killing stalking and just has some thoughts about it. anyw that's all 👍

[nebulacollege]

Do you have any body headcanons about the boys? Their builds, little facts about their bodies, etc?

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Anonymous asked:

Do you have any body headcanons? Like their builds and any other interesting facts?

UPD. Sorry, second Anon, these asks were so similar that I legit thought I'd lost yours or it got deleted (scrolled past it three times) and replied only to the second one.

Hmm... We actually discussed it a couple of times, but I can’t find our conversations, so I’ll make it up as I go. I’m not sure there are going to be any interesting extra facts, though, maybe they’ll dawn on me later (I sure hope so...)

Niall – he’s slim and toned, although he’s not particularly strong, he’s rather tough and has a high stamina. He’s been working out since he was a child, and his big range of activities resulted in him being nicely developed in every muscle group. His best is cardio, of course, he’s good at running and doing track and field athletics in general. I would compare him to Vil from TW, they both have strong legs lol

Ned – he has almost the same background as Niall in this regard, but, obviously, with a with great emphasis on muscle-strengthening exercises, so he ended up being big and strong, plus, he worked out more than Niall in general. His body is wider, he’s tall, he’s a wall of muscles. He can still be soft to touch, though, if you know where to touch him and his body is relaxed. He’s not the biggest guy in his house, far from it, and he actually started working out less and less as years pass, but his physique is so good that it doesn’t affect his performance at all. He’s still rather sporty despite it as well. Oh, and he eats a lot. I mean a lot. He’s a black hole. I would compare him to Sebek.

Edmund is... slim/skinny. He eats normally and has a healthy diet that’s been decided for him (although now that I write scenes with him, he constantly skips lunches and breakfasts lol), and since he’s short, he can get away with not eating much without it affecting him in any harmful way. He doesn’t have a big appetite, so he’s slightly underweight. I haven’t thought about others, but he’s going to get to his normal weight in the true ending. Yay! However, other endings would not do the same for him... His physical performance is atrocious, I’m not sure how he passes his PE classes, Edmund is very weak compared to everyone else. He’s going to run around a lot in college though, so he needs to work on it... Idia is an easy comparison, but he’s not as skinny and he actually tries.

Liam is also bad at PE (now I’m replying to a different question all of a sudden). He’s slim and has a fast metabolism, so his body destroys all the food he cooks and eats while cooking almost immediately. So he’s also slim, but despite that, he’s not very strong or fast, he’s much closer to Edmund in this regard. He didn’t spend his childhood with tons of exercises, unlike certain someones, and started doing a morning warm-up routine only after getting to the Nebula College. However, that’s not enough to get him better results at PE classes, he’s not into it anyway and doesn’t really care. I would compare him to... Cater, I guess? Body-wise, at least. And his achievements in sports to Azul.

[trashytoastboi]

Could I request a pregnancy and parental headcannon for killer I loved your others and killer is one of my favorite. I love your writing!😍😍

Heyya! Of course bean ^^ so sorry for the late reply and long wait, hope you enjoy~

Headcanons: Killer x F! S/O - Pregnancy and Parental 

(Female pronouns) 

Killer

Pregnancy

🍜 Honestly, probably some of the most unexpected pieces of news Killer ever anticipated on hearing. He had been preoccupied with survival and grandeur dreams of elevating Kid to be the pirate king. While navigating the craziness that was the grandline and the new world. So hearing {Name} tell him the news of her pregnancy was very unexpected. She waited, hoping to find an opportune moment but one never arised, so in perhaps a little more casual manner than she wanted, she delivered the news over sharing a bowl of pasta.

🍜 Well after the initial choking on his noodles, Killer had to take a moment. He gathered his thoughts, being the worry wart he weighed the pros and cons of the news. {Name} knew Killer, so his outright lack of a reaction was expected but still anxiety inducing nevertheless. “Are you sure?” Was Killer’s first words, {Name} confirmed once again and explained being checked three times by different doctors who all confirmed the news. Truth be told, Killer felt so out of depth but still he concealed a smile beneath his mask. 

🍜 Killer is the pique of information, he knows every good food, bad food, and expected symptom. Everything, in fact he was so involved that he developed morning sickness. The condition is better known as sympathetic pregnancy. Killer becomes a bit overbearing and tries to restrict {Name’s} contact with anything dangerous and begins to think in extremities. {Name} does calm him down, explaining that all that information is very vital and his concern is valid, but she knows her body as well. Sometimes all it took was placing his hand on her stomach to feel those over energetic kicks to really calm him down. 

🍜If he could, he would literally carry her everywhere. {Name} refuses, but Killer still offers all the time. To make up for this Killer does frequently insist on giving {Name} foot massages, knowing that her feet will hurt after too much walking and standing. The rest of the crew also got a tad annoyed by Killer’s baby proofing of literally everything on the ship. Or accidentally neglecting duties because he is too distracted reading all those parenting books. 

🍜Had roped Kid into preparing a whole bunch of stuff like toys, a crib and even a mobile. The crew honestly got so excited thanks to Killer that there was a silent war over who would be named the official godfather. Though Killer had already dubbed them all the uncles. Killer also grew insanely adept at sewing because he made a majority of {Name’s} maternity clothes and some babygrows, one in just about every colour. 

Parental 

🍜 Killer had been imagining the moment when he would first see and meet his child. He never knew what he would feel, or how he would react. Newborns admittedly looked a little uglier than he expected. He couldn’t fathom how such a tiny and fragile human existed. Killer never once sat and thought about how everyone started as babies, it’s not one of those things he thinks about but seeing his child and just how tiny they were, they could practically fit in the palm of his hand. 

🍜 So hesitant and afraid to hold the tiny baby. Takes a lot of encouragement and reassurance from {Name} before Killer feels secure enough to hold his child for the first time. He remembers being nervous, but also excited. The soft bundle of warmth that made some weird noises while remaining fast asleep in his arms. Much like {Name} the process of learning to be a parent was an arduous one, Killer was more afraid of accidentally hurting them than anything. 

🍜 10/10 Killer would do anything for this tiny human, no questions asked. The feelings of being a parent was not just the anxiety, the questions of if he was doing it well or even regretting mistakes where he could have handled it differently. It was an inexplicable and sometimes overwhelming feeling of love and joy even from the most mundane things. Looking forward to seeing them grow but at the same time being sad about it, a bittersweet feeling. 

🍜 In terms of how Killer tries to shape his parenting is a little on the strict side. He explains the best he can, to a level that could be understood by a child for the rules he enforces. He is permissive at times when it can be afforded and does indulge and encourage curiosity unless it something that could be detrimental or dangerous for them. On some things he is immovable and stubborn. A fair example was when he put his foot down, not allowing his babybean to eat too many sweets in fear of them getting stomach aches or cavities. Killer was devastated when they said that they hated him though. 

🍜 Before making any big decisions or needing some form of council he always fell to {Name’s] wisdom, she always explained things in a different way or could see things differently. Sometimes he didn’t know if he was doing this whole dad thing right, he felt insecure in himself despite always trying his best. He knew that sometimes his intentions couldn’t easily be conveyed or could be misunderstood. Killer truly wants the best for babybean, and constantly tries to work to achieve that.

[thecameronchronicles]

The Effect of Mistletoe

TW: Smut. Language. 

SUMMARY: A kiss beneath the mistletoe results in feelings and tensions to be explored.

WORD COUNT: 1900

REQUESTED

Anonymous asked:

Hey can I request JJ maybank x reader, where The pogues are trying to get you and JJ together by mistletoe. After you confess your feelings, Him and you sneak off. Lots of smut and JJ taking care of yours and his needs. Thank you, love your writing x 

*THANK YOU SO MUCH! I WAS WAITING FOR  MISTLETOE REQUEST LOL. HOPE YOU LOVE IT! THANK YOU FOR YOUR LOVE AND SUPPORT XO!*

The Effect of Mistletoe

“Subtle, Kie…” JJ scoffed as his eyes cast overhead to the mistletoe set perfectly between you and the blonde surfer. With a blush developed over your cheeks, you had exposed a secret attraction to him he had suspected but not verified until now. It was enough to spark excitement behind his own irises, softening in their usual blue hues. 

“Let’s just humor them to get it over with…” You explained as his eyes fell immediately to your lips in the same way yours had to him. Since you could remember, you were not only curious, but almost desperate, to know his kiss. You’d seen him carry those same lips carelessly over the mouths of tourons and further pogues alike, but this would be different as it was with feeling. You could tell as he hadn’t hit on you as he would with him. He didn’t want to risk your rejection but also didn’t shy away from his sexualized comments and longing glances, wherehas you were more reserved in your affections. 

“Wouldn’t want to break tradition…”

“Since when do you give a shit about-” John B tried to comment as Kiara was quick to wrap her hand around his mouth as her and Pope and tried for the last two weeks to break this tension boiling between you two. It was enough to silence any conversation trying to gain either of your focus as you would just steal glances from each other, not exactly acting on it, but keeping that intrigue limited to such exchanges. 

“Proceed.” Pope glared towards John B, who rolled his eyes, while JJ moved closer to you. 

“This okay, princess?”

“I guess if it had to be anyone…”

“Anyone else in mind?” He asked, his eyes finding yours and suddenly leaving you to feel exceptionally vulnerable. This was because this would rival everything that contrasted this prior. There wouldn’t be a way to explain away the awkwardness behind sexual tension as it would be acted on. And it was a risk you could now easily silence over the excitement of what it could also bring behind relinquishment. 

Close enough to feel his breath on your lips parted in anticipation, you offered a teasing shrug as he licked his smirk into a part. 

“Because there’s nobody else I’d rather have here…” This was reason enough for you to initiate the kiss, your arms joined into an interlaced rest at his neck as he smirked into your eagerness. 

“I think our job is done here…” Kiara spoke proudly as John B shook his head. 

“Do you two really have nothing better to do than play matchmaker?”

“Consider it our Christmas charity-” Pope’s voice faded along with the steps of the two other pogues as JJ’s fingers were quick to move to your hips, pulling you even tighter into him. It was enough to feel how his body was already responding to you. A fast pulse at a hammering beneath his strong torso, a desperation behind a kiss and a hold of equally passionate ambition, and a sudden rigidity against your stomach and jeans as this validated his want if anything else had left it to question. 

But in the same way you took in the responses of his body to you, he had done the same to you. Your quick breath and rise and fall of each strained breath offered a reason behind his grin while you directed the kiss itself. Those laced fingers fell loose at his shoulders and eventually through his messy flaxen mane, before it would be his tongue to deepen the kiss further. He would pull apart just long enough to validate your friends were absent from the room, before he walked you to the wall at the beginning of the short hallway. 

“Do you want this, princess?” You slowly nodded. 

“Wasn’t sure until you started whimpering a little for me,” Your lips parted to the pad of his thumb worsening this distance, “But I want to hear you say it…just to make sure you weren’t imagining someone else under that silly little decoration…”

“You, JJ…just you…” But when you appeased him, you had expected him to close the remaining distance between you. Instead, he would only drag his touch from your lip and down to your hip, teasing the fabric of the jeans at your waist. 

“Are you just saying it because you’re wet? Sorry…” He moved his second hand to your cheek to pull your hair away, leaving his lips behind as his breath was hot to your ear, “I meant soaked.” Your eyes rolled as this was certainly made true now, that delicate cotton ruined by his words. 

“I’ve wanted this for so long, J…” You confessed. 

“That’s all I needed to know-” You were lifted upwards at the wall, taken into the closest bedroom and used to close the door. But the second his lips returned to you, your same was done to the soles to the floor. 

“How do you like it?” He asked as you bit your bottom lip, using this as an excuse for dominance. But as you began to direct your hand at his chest, he took hold of your wrist. He used this new hold to pull you into a spin and set you at the very edge of the bed. But he wouldn’t set you flat quite yet. 

“I haven’t even done anything but kiss you and you’re already shaking…” But he suddenly realized the reason behind such tremors, “Do I make you nervous?” You nodded as he smiled, your eyes narrowing to his reaction. 

“Good…so I’m not the only one who is then…”

“Why are YOU nervous?” You couldn’t help but ask as he took your face between his hands. 

“Because I want to be perfect for you. This isn’t just a one time thing for me…not a booty call or a one night stand, I’ve had enough to know-”

“J-”

“Right, sorry…I just mean, I want it to be right for you..I want to be right for you.” You set a soft kiss to his lips before dragging him slowly over you as your back collided with the mattress. 

“Then please just don’t stop touching me.” He nodded, leading your legs slowly to his hips as he teased the button of your jeans loose. 

“If anything is too much-”

“I can take it.” He cocked his jaw. But to your eager ambition, he would scoff, lowering over you with a fist of your hair making you gasp as he pulled you just gently forward. 

“You might think so…but princess…You need to be dripping so I don’t hurt you-”

“I-I am…” He smirked, pulling your jeans clean off of your legs in a graceful sweep, before setting his hand into your panties. 

“You think that’s enough for how deep I’m going to be? How loud I’m going to make you?”

“Please, JJ, just-”

“I want to take my time, sweetheart-”

“Next time…Please…” You begged, pulling at his shirt as he allowed you to remove it, before he returned over that hover over you. 

“No, sweetheart, because next time, I won’t have to be nice-”

“THIS is you being nice?”

“Sweet maybe.” He corrected, moving down to his knees before pulling you over his shoulders. His eyes remained on you as he began this lower oral fixation between your delicate folds. His tongue began to circuit your clit before devoting to quick flicks as you rode into his motions. 

“You taste so good…better than I thought-”

“JJ…”

“You want me?” You nodded as he licked his lips. “God, I’ve never wanted anyone this fucking badly…” You bobbed your head more desperately in agreement. 

“Please…” He took your hand and led it between your legs, forcing you to collect your own slick before using it to coat his cock. 

“Do you think you’re wet enough to take all of me? Because I don’t think I’m going to be able to go as soft as you deserve-”

“Don’t, please…I want to feel how badly you want me, JJ…” He smirked. 

“Even if they hear you?” He asked, their silhouettes visible from your rival side of the window as you both grinned. 

“Guess it’s what they get for the mistletoe…” You shot back, looking back to find him having observed you in a way that was more than lust. 

“What?”

“You’re just so perfect…” He kissed you softly, using this kiss as a guise before penetrating slowly into you, “But I can’t wait another second…” You nodded, nails eating into his shoulders as he began a rhythm inside of you. Your body was starved for his motions, your moans and your hips meeting him in waves verified this for him. And still, he continued. His body controlled yours as you were rutted into the bed, his grip tightening into the sheets beneath you. 

“Fuck, you feel so good, you’re going to ruin my reputation by making me come so fast-” You bit your bottom lip. 

“You planning on being with anyone else?”

“Not after this…FUCK-” He chuckled following a scoff of disbelief as you nodded. 

“Good.” You clenched purposely around him as he growled into your neck, pulling you into a straddle. 

“I want to watch you…ride me.” He ordered sweetly as you nodded, moving over him with flat palms to his chest. 

“Use me, sweetheart…use me to make you feel good for me…Oh shit…oh goddamn…” You took control with what he would allow, your motions bittersweet as he was too great to enjoy the moment as your release was close. You slowed for this, watching him scoff in realizing this, only to pin you on your back again. 

“You want to come?”

“I don’t want it to stop…”

“Good thing about it…we get to do it over and over again…This time, we don’t need an excuse.” He explained while flipping you onto your stomach. 

“And don’t expect me to apologize for making you hoarse, princess…Been wanting to for a long time.” His hand wrapped around your neck. “Be as loud as you want…it’s what they get for forcing this…” You nodded, belting out for him as he penetrated into you from behind. Those soft,almost teasing, thrusts were quickly exchanged for ones of desperation as your bodies molded together in loose limbs tightening in those final moments. 

“JJ!” You cursed as your name bled into his while he spilled over into you, pulling you to his lips as he felt you tremor in his embrace for a job done well. Too well. 

“You okay, sweetheart?” He asked as you continued to shake as you came down from that intense high. 

“I will be.”

“Told you, you weren’t wet enough, baby…”

“I don’t think that was the problem…”

“And what was?”

“We waited too long.”

He took a soft hand to your cheek. 

“Won’t make that mistake again…”

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Hi mod Azul!! I hope you're having a wonderful day :) This might be a little silly, but can I request the octo trio with a yuu that's a really good flier? I can see yuu diving down on a broom to catch the boys from falling, or wrapping the boy's arms around their waist and telling them to hold on. On a more hectic note, I can also see them jumping onto one of the boys brooms while both are on the run, or just being experimental with tricks in general. With how gifted the octo trio is with flying, I mean,,, the hilarity of it all lmao????

I hope you're having a wonderful day as well!!

Octatrio with a MC that's exceptionally good at flying

CW: None! It's just goofs!

Azul Ashengrotto

He likes them a lot, but he feels like he will never truly know peace with them being as passionate as they are about flying. He knows they're skilled, but he simply wishes he could be far, far away when they're practicing.

It's no exaggeration to say that Azul hates flying with ever fiber of his being. So, initially, them assisting when he would tip over off the side of his broom was very appreciated. Now if only it had stayed at that.

See, they offered to tutor him. Being who he is, Azul always wants to improve himself. He wants to be as competent on a broom as they are. It, by all appearances, should be beneficial, right?

Wrong. Wrong. So very, very wrong. Azul realized this about the time that they said "hold on" and encouraged him to hold onto their waist. He had been confused first, but followed their instructions, only for them to rocket off at full speed. He screamed himself hoarse and they were laughing.

It is five minutes of absolute hell, and the moment they slow down and dip back down to ground level, Azul gets off the broom and collapses down to the earth immediately. He can't stand up because his legs are jelly, and he can't even lecture them for the stunt because he's breathing too fast. He feels frighteningly like a human Yahtzee cup and his organs are the dice.

His weak "Never. Do. That. Again." seems to fall on deaf ears as they erupt into peals of laughter again.

It's far from the last time he has the... misfortune of being on a broom with them, though. Aside from the tutoring, they have this habit of jumping onto his broom with him while he's trying to practice during PE and using it to escape whatever problems they're causing with their antics. It's an unfortunate reflex he's developed that if they so much as touch his broom, he's reaching for their waist to cling for his life and desperately wishing he had the other eight limbs to keep himself rooted to them.

And as if all of that wasn't traumatic enough for him, they love to showboat. On at least one occasion they've had to stop his unconscious body from falling to the ground after he fainted when they did a loop with him on the broom.

The worst part is... his flying grade has gotten better so he can't even say that he hasn't learned anything. Sometimes he thinks that he really must be a masochist to keep putting himself through this... but it's the only thing that has seemed to genuinely help him improve...

Jade Leech

Jade handles being airborne with more grace than Azul does, but he still hates it. His grades in flight are still pretty poor.

He is grateful when they rescue him from a nasty tumble off his broom, and when they offer pointers he thinks that it might be wise to have a listen to what they say.

He wasn't expecting a live demonstration, but sure enough they tell him to get on the back of their broom and grab their waist. Jade is... skeptical to say the least, after all he's 6'3" and weighs in just under 200 lbs, so he really doubts that holding onto them is going to do much good if he truly ends up in trouble, but he decides to trust their judgement.

They take off like a rocket and... Jade is stunned into wide-eyed silence.

It's not until they land again and Jade moves to step off the broom that his fear becomes clear, as, like Azul, he simply slumps down on himself as well. He's not laying on the ground, but it takes him a few minutes to regain the strength in his legs again.

See... Jade is quite afraid of heights. He can handle it when he has climbing gear or when he has a mountain that he can anchor himself to, but when there's nothing but air below him he's terrified.

At least they seem pretty genuinely concerned about him and check on him. He appreciates it, but it's hard to explain that he just hates the feeling of his legs dangling like that. He decides to accept their offer for tutoring because he figures if anyone can teach him a smidge of confidence on a broom, it's probably going to be them.

Their lessons are usually normal, but sometimes they will throw Jade a complete curveball. They'll take over flying and do a spin or flip the broom over. Thankfully they've been staying relatively low to the ground so Jade knows if he slips and falls he won't be super likely to be hurt, but he feels something in his brain switch into full wild Moray Eel danger mode and he simply goes entirely still. He knows if he was under the sea he would probably be hiding in a rock crevice, but that's not an option when you're not even on land, let alone sea.

Floyd Leech

Floyd is honestly used to tumbling off his broom in flight classes. He sucks flying, and he embraces that proudly. He will still chirp a Thanks when they save him from landing on his ass though.

He's initially not all too interested when they offer to show him some pointers, thinking it will be boring. However, they grin at him wickedly and tell him to get on their broom and something in him says 'Oh this is going to be FUN' and he climbs aboard.

They go super fast. Floyd might be clinging for dear life, but he's laughing manically and shouting with glee as they race through the air. They even do a little loop and Floyd almost tips off the broom when he stops holding on to throw his arms up in the air.

He doesn't take them up on the offer for lessons, but he does tell them that they can take him on another joyride anytime they like. Truthfully, Floyd has very little interest in learning how to fly long-term, he knows it's not something that's really going to matter when he graduates. But he is down for a good time.

They get along well, actually. Floyd doesn't mind at all when they hop on his broom and steal him away with it to get themselves out of trouble. He definitely needs to be reminded to hold on, though, because he will forget to do that and slip off.

He loves when they do tricks. It's kind of like being on a rollercoaster. (Not that he ever has been on one, but he imagines it is.) He loves when they do loops or spins because, frankly, he's very used to being upside down on his broom anyway.

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fic/plot ideas i may write —

ignore the different tense/povs. some are just ideas and others are written blurbs/summaries for the actual fic. idk i just have a lot of ideas. any that have "skz member undecided" you can totally tell me a preference you would love to see for that idea too. it may help inspire me to write it!

friends with benefits. skz member undecided. it starts with them meeting on tinder and now they only call each other when they're horny or lonely. but now [reader] develops feelings but the last time that happened they got their heart broken so they aren't exactly jumping at the idea of saying anything. so instead they slowly just stop answering the calls and late night texts 'till the [he] comes over one night and asks what's going on. wants to know why they're avoiding him. against [reader's] better judgement, they fall into bed with each other and usually [he] leaves before morning but instead they wake up next to each other the first time. so [reader] tells him that this needs to stop and kicks him out before anything else can be said. 

past hookup. yang jeongin. jeongin was a bit of a fuckboy in college. sure, he did great in class and he studied hard but his freetime was spent at parties. work hard, play harder. a new girl each weekend, sometimes more than one, and really he could barely remember a name most times. then he meets them, someone who looked so sweet and innocent but hidden under that is someone who fucks around just as much as him. they end up squished into the dark bathroom of some party, his hand up their dress and hushed moans echoing through the space. there is just something abou them that's different, he ends up remembering that name. he's at least honest that this isn't anything more and he isn't interested in being committed or involved, thankfully [reader] agrees. fast forward a few years and he's a new teacher. there's this spunky little student in his class who has the same attitude as he does and he finds himself drawn to that kid. come to found out, this kids last name rings a bell. lo and behold, their parent is his one night stand that he remembers, the only name he ever remembered. strangely enough, this kid has his eyes too...

summer of music. skz member undecided. there's barely a plot for this one, it's really just the idea of a summer spent at various music festivals. they meet at one and spend their time together, no promises to anything after the week ends. and then they bump into each other at another one a few weeks later. rinse and repeat until the summer starts coming to a close.

what happens in vegas. skz member undecided. a weekend away from life is all you wanted. your friends had promised a relaxing vacation of alcohol and shameless outfits meant for attention. it's only fair seeing as your fiancée just left you at the alter, right? so what better way to get over that than to spend all the honeymoon money on a weekend away? at some point your friend group seems to adopt another friend group, here for their friend's bachelor party. the last night together means you have to go all out right? it's all a bit hazy the next morning and the memories don't feel real. except the ring on your left hand feels really real and the snoring body next to you wearing a matching ring feels even more real. the last hope it's a dream is shattered when your mother calls frantic because of course your drunk persona would send dozens of photos and a few videos of you getting married to a stranger in vegas.

[benscursedkid]

Synopsis: Anything your soulmate loses finds its way to you. Rebekah takes an embarrassingly long amount of time to realize something she should’ve known all along.

Genre: fluff, angst

Notes: written for the hphm 2024 ship week! I know it’s day one and I’m using a day 2 prompts but they’re my favorites. unfortunately, inspiration is finicky and I just have to follow where it leads. hope nobody minds! this could technically be a two-in-one with the DANCE prompt. I completely lost track of time soon so it ends kinda abruptly so sorry about that!

**Also a quick note, I’d grown too attached to the backstory I’d come up with before mcs canon dad was introduced, so I’m ignoring that.

Rebekah’s soulmate, she determined at a young age, must be quite forgetful. Growing up, it was a remarkably common occurrence for her to wake up in the morning with some strange and foreign object sitting on her nightstand. Being a witch, she was used to all kids of magical items with powers beyond the imagination. What made these items so strange, however, was the striking mundanity of them.

She remembers vividly the morning she awoke to a small red plastic box on her nightstand. Inspecting it found a small blade nestled on the inside. With her brother at school, she had to settle for asking her parents if they had any idea what the odd thing was.

Her father laughed brightly when he saw in, small enough to fit in her palm. He walked over to his desk nestled in the living room corner and brought back one of his muggle writing utensils.

“This, my dear, is a pencil sharpener.” He chuckled and plucked it carefully from between her fingers.

Putting the pointy end in the sharpener, he turns it a few times. When he removes it, Rebekah is astonished to realize it’s sharper than it was before. How unique.

“I think those are better than quills,” Rebekah giggles and examines both the pencil and the sharpener. “This is so plain! And it’s way easier to write with.”

Her father grins happily at her apparent approval and taps the sharpener curiously. “Where did you get this if you don’t know what it is?” He asks.

“I found it in my room. I think it was—”

“Your soulmate,” her father finishes for her astutely.

Rebekah is more than pleased by this development. Her soulmate always loses the strangest things. She loves getting to see these things. Forming a picture in her mind of what they must be like. If they use lots of pencils, maybe they’re an artist! Or maybe they like writing stories.

Her father, on the other hand, turns away from her with the faintest frown. His brows are furrowed as he considers something in his head and she grabs his hand.

“Dad?”

Her voice snaps him from his thoughts and his frowns is quickly replaced with a smile. “Oh, sorry, Beks. It’s nothing. I’m glad you get to have this.”

In her youthfulness, Rebekah does not pull at this thread. She accepts this reply and focuses back on the pencil sharpener. Maybe if she would have, she could’ve saved herself and her soulmate a lot of time.

~✰~

The night that her brother disappeared, Rebekah couldn’t sleep. She’d caught him leaving in the middle of the night and Jacob managed to convince her to go back to bed and that she’d see him in the morning. Despite listening to him, Rebekah just had a sinking, dreadful feeling that he was wrong.

She tossed and turned all night. Her stomach felt like it had been twisted into several knots. When sleep finally claimed her, the sun had been just beginning to rise.

When she did eventually wake up, it was to the exact news she had feared. She wasn’t sure how she knew, but she did. Her parents could barely say the words.

Nobody really spoke that day. Everyone just cried. Even though Jacob had only been reported missing, it felt like they were mourning him already. Rebekah couldn’t get away fast enough, back to the quiet solitude of her room. At least there she couldn’t hear the despair of her mother’s cries and couldn’t see the emptiness in her father’s eyes.

She changed into her pajamas with haste, hoping that maybe if she went to sleep, she wouldn’t have to feel this way anymore. At least for a time. Though, When she returned to her bed there was something there waiting for her.

Rebekah was surprised to see it. Usually, she only received her soulmate’s things in the morning.

Yet there it was, plain as day. Her steps were hesitant as she approached it. A long day of grief had left her tired and weary. But when her fingers met the soft fur, her tears began anew.

It was a teddy bear, dressed impeccably in a little white bow tie around its neck. The soft fur was a dark, chocolatey brown and felt like what she would imagine a princess’s pillow to be like. There was a small smile stitched into its face and round black eyes watching her. As soon as she touched it, she crumbled again.

Rebekah sat on her bed, pulled it into her lap, and wrapped her arms all the way around it. Her tears got the fur wet, but having something to catch them provided an unspeakable amount of support.

She wasn’t sure if her soulmate had sensed something was wrong and lost it on purpose. Or perhaps they were just that absent-minded. Whatever the case may be, all Rebekah knows is that night, her tears weren’t entirely unhappy.

~✰~

When Rebekah was finally accepted into Hogwarts, she had some faith that she might find her soulmate there.

Throughout the years, they had all come to the conclusion that her soulmate had to be a muggle. That, or perhaps a muggle-born. It was the only explanation they had for all the lost items Rebekah had received up to that point. This might’ve bothered someone else, but Rebekah cared little of the circumstances of her soulmate’s birth. Her own father is a muggle and the best man she knows so this possibility does not perturb her.

Still, she would prefer that they were still of the wizarding world if only so she could meet them sooner.

It was, in fact, right outside of potions that Rebekah met Ben Copper for the first time. Perhaps it was Merula’s bad attitude that had soured the mood or their shy natures that threw her off. It only matters that when they met, the thought did not immediately cross her mind. Surely, soulmates should compliment each other—she thought. Whereas her and Ben could barely take turns muttering their sentences.

Even as the year went on and she discovered he was indeed a muggle-born, Rebekah had all but forgotten about the possibility of meeting her soulmate when faced with the potentiality of getting her brother back.

The task began to consume her. If she could find him, if she could save him then she could bring him back and fix their family! Their mother and father had not been the same since Jacob disappeared. The house was too empty. The old pictures in frames on the wall were too painful to look at anymore.

By the time one might start to connect the dots, Rebekah’s priorities were fully somewhere else.

The only time that this question ever returned to cross her mind, was when Hogwarts held for them a ball in her fourth year.

Of course, it was with no small amount of glee that she found herself accompanying Ben as his date. She would be lying if she said she did not feel something for him. A crush if ever she’s had one, but the distant thought of her soulmate always held her back from seeking more. She does not have time for a boyfriend anyway. Not if she hopes to find Jacob before she graduates.

But when she met Ben at the top of the ballroom stairs, the spark that ran through her felt more magical than magic. She could enjoy tonight at least. They had both certainly earned it.

While they were dancing, a confession slipped off her tongue, one so silly it made her laugh.

“Y’know,” she says. “I had planned to make you a custom tie. It’s probably a lot for a dance, I know, but I’ve been experimenting a lot with painting. I’ve been talking to Filch and he helped me with a charm that would allow me to reflect my paintings onto an object. I thought it would be a nice gift but I guess it wasn’t meant to be.”

Ben’s cheeks pinked at the admission, a small, intimate smile on his face. “How come?”

“I lost it,” Rebekah laughs at herself. How she could manage to lose one of her own projects is beyond her. She must’ve been more distracted than she thought. “It was supposed to have stars on it. The Sagittarius constellation specifically since I know that’s your sign.”

Rebekah had missed the expression on his face then, but his feet stuttered in their practiced steps. Her eyes caught his and asked him an unspoken question.

Ben merely cleared his throat and looked bashfully away. “That’s—wow. That’s a shame. I think I would’ve loved it.”

“Me too.”

~✰~

Graduation was a very bittersweet occasion. Stepping foot into Hogwarts had opened up so many doors and lit the fire of several hopes and dreams. All of which has now been effectively shattered. Aside from the fact that she did manage to save her brother, nothing has panned out the way she wanted. It would not be a stretch to say that she is leaving the school a more hardened woman than the little girl who walked in.

As is tradition, the graduating class is throwing a huge going away party in the school’s largest courtyard. Though, many of her peers can be seen slipping away here and there.

Rebekah turns and checks the time on the clocktower, sighing as she takes a sniff of the firewhiskey Andre had insisted she try a sip of.

“Waiting for someone?”

The familiar voice shocks her back to the present and she turns to find Ben grinning at her. Suddenly, the whole party sounds a little less loud and some of the voices fall away. She smiles back.

“I was worried you wouldn’t show.” She muses and he offers a playful look to the drink in her hand. A laugh rips from her and she shakes her head, turning around to pour out the contents from the goblet she’d been drinking from.

“Well, it’s our going away party. I wanted to make sure I was dressed appropriately.”

Rebekah chuckles takes a step back to examine the outfit he chose. It’s hard to tear her stare away from his eyes, soft and brown, and his hair—the blond strands now more stylishly ruffled than when they were kids. He appears to have settled on a darker outfit than she’s used to seeing on him, but it actually lends itself to a more mysterious look that she thinks he’s been aiming for recently. Admits the dark backdrop of the night, she can’t say it doesn’t feel on theme.

“Recognize anything?” He tries to tease, but the words sound a bit strangled and nervous in his throat.

She offers him a puzzled look before inspecting again. It takes far longer than she cares to admit for her eyes to widen and her mouth to drop open.

“Ben, is that—”

“It’s a tie I’ve had for a while now,” he informs her casually, even if his nervous posture betrays him. “I’ve never really had a good opportunity to wear it, though.”

Rebekah shakes her head, still completely dumbfounded. Her thoughts are raving too fast for her logic to keep up with. “Where did you get that?”

“I found it,” he murmurs then, low but gentle.

His eyes soften and Rebekah doesn’t have the words. “I lost it…”

“I know.”

She blinks and he grabs her hands to pull her closer. She allows it easily. His proximity warms her even though the night isn’t cold.

“Have you known this whole time?” Is the only question all the voices in her head can agree on.

Ben’s chuckle is a breath of fresh air that washes over her. “No. I mean, I had suspicions but they weren’t confirmed until the night we went to the ball together.”

“You’ve known since then?” He nods delicately like he’s afraid of spooking her. “Then why didn’t you say anything?”

He can only shrug. A wry smile makes a crooked show of his mouth. There’s a hint of self-deprecation there that she despises. “It was never the right time. We weren’t ready.”

That is a point she can’t argue. Even now there are things about herself she wishes she could alter, moments and experiences she wishes hadn’t changed her, but it feels like it’s taken her this long to free herself and find herself after drowning for so long in all the things she thought she had to do.

“But I’m ready now,” Ben assures her. This time, his voice is firm, optimistic even. “If you are.”

Rebekah isn’t sure what to say, so she decides to trust her actions to speak for her.

She kisses him beneath the moonlight, a clocktower, and a show of fireworks. As she does, she cannot help but laugh at herself and how crazy she’s been to have not seen him sooner.

[chlorine-and-daisies]

the aziraphale coded-girlie's guide to writing crowley's POV

so i've been starting a new fic and i, a chronic overthinker who relates much more to aziraphale than crowley, was struggling to write in crowley's POV. i've put together some coping strategies that i've developed so far- so sit down with a nice cup of tea or cocoa and:

ask lots of questions! i think switching from the tentative "perhaps" statements you might write in pov aziraphale to direct questions ("so what?" "didn't it?" "angel?") really helps establish that this is pov crowley now. after all, he was kicked out of heaven for asking too many questions.

think about the way you use "angel!" we tend to overuse it sometimes, but it can really contribute to the flow and meaning of a sentence. i'm particularly proud of the line "Go up there and pull a dove out of a pan, angel" - using the pet name here makes it clear that it's referencing aziraphale's interest in magic and the need to avert the war with heaven with the dove symbol, and it makes the rhythm of the line better

don't be afraid to be snarky! yes, crowley is soft for aziraphale and we love that, but he needs some hilarious, biting dialogue too! he can't be Just a puppy

but on the other hand remember that crowley does love aziraphale! especially if you, like me, have been made fun of for being Too engrossed in your interests, overenthusiastic, "antisocial," "naive," stimming, etc and seeing those traits represented in aziraphale meant a lot to you- remember that crowley appreciates those parts of him! my version of crowley will always get a little weak in the knees when aziraphale flaps his hands and smiles up at him...he'll reference aziraphale's interests like books and magic...he'd never sell a book...

decide how much modern pop culture, fashion, and technology you want to incorporate into crowley's presentation! he was meant to be ever changing and trendy...in 1990. it's up to you to decide whether you want him to stick to that classic fashion or move into the modern world. personally i love the idea that crowley would embrace tiktok and mobile games and wireless earbuds, and laugh in the face of fast fashion and planned obsolescence.....(though i'm sure he misses vine)

try not to be starstruck by crowley? does this make any sense? direct callout to me and all of my aziraphale-coded brethren but Please we Have to stop being distracted by like...crowley's left elbow or whatever and actually sit down and Write. i found myself stopping myself while writing saying that the dialogue and references are not smooth and cool enough for crowley! this is COUNTERPRODUCTIVE! you can edit later!

get music recommendations/approval from the crowleys in your life! today my partner, who has way better music taste than me, approved the last dinner party ("didn't i show their new album to you") and blue-da-ba-dee ("just not the modern sampled one it's disgusting")

i'm still working on it myself, but i hope that this little guide helps anyone else who might be struggling to get into crowley's head!

[humblemooncat]

18 for the Dawntrail asks!

Dawntrail WoL/OC Questions

18. What important relationships changed or developed throughout Dawntrail?

With new and budding relationships;

First off, Wuk Lamat. Dear Lamaty'i. Ki'to knew he was going to have a fun time getting to know her, but he wasn't expecting her to be family by the end. Not only because she's Koana's sister, but because as they worked together, he got to learn more about her. When she let her emotions be known, he heard them, and respected them. And vice versa, as I'm certain there were plenty of times he had to let off some steam.

But also, Gulool Ja Ja speaking to him father-to-father to watch out for her, he also feels so much pride in watching her grow, and stumble, and rise to the occasion. He hopes some day to watch his own kids do so well for themselves.

Needless to say, the two are very good friends now.

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As for Koana, gods he thought he was going to dislike him; All he'd gone on about was how Sharlayan was superior, and that technology like theirs would make everything better. And while his voice was enchanting to Ki'to, it didn't make up for the fact that that rubbed him the wrong way. Not to mention taking two of his best friends under his wing for the competition.

But when he worried for Lamaty'i, when he forsook even the competition to aid her time and again, he saw a man he'd go to the ends of the star for. That was a man who loved fiercely and prioritized what was truly important.

Once the competition ended, and the two were named Dawnservants, Ki'to thought it a safe enough time to ask him out. :3c

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And then there's Erenville.

Ki'to'd be lying if he said he wasn't completely enamored by him from the first time they met in Labyrinthos. He was not only gorgeous, but refreshingly dismissive with him. Not something he'd ever thought he'd like, but it felt nice to not be treated as the Hero of the Star but just some Guy.

They'd become little more than just acquaintances before Wuk Lamat invited him to Tural, but over the course of Dawntrail they grew ever closer as friends, sharing achievements and hardships they'd bond over. When it came time to visit Xak Tural, he was overjoyed when Erenville offered to be his guide! It was a chance to learn more of this man he'd grown to enjoy the presence of. And over their time in Shaaloani, he did just that. So when the dome appeared, his heart sank. Here he was trying to visit his home with him, and things have gone Very Wrong Very Fast.

Over the time afterwards, in Tuliyollal, and then within the dome, he couldn't help but glance at Erenville when he got the chance. He knew in his heart things were not okay, and he wanted to be a shoulder if he needed it.

After everything was concluded, Sphene was no more, and they'd had some proper time to rest, Ki'to took the time to sort through his thoughts. Did he just want to be there for a friend who was hurting, or was there something else driving him? It took a bit of thought, but then again, he knew Erenville needed some time as well. When he had realized what was in his heart, he approached him and gently broached the subject. Little did he know the feeling was mutual.

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As for old, established relationships;

Krile. Sweet, sassy Krile. Ki'to and her never really got a lot of time to bond what with the Star being ever in peril. And what he'd learned was more from chatting with Raha. So the trip to Tural was a chance to really get to know her better!

Honestly, they became really good friends as they traveled. Being able to talk more, and learn more about each other through the journey was such a boon to their relationship, and he found himself wishing they had had the chance to talk sooner. She was such a reassuring presence during their travels, and I think that's why he did The Most in Living Memory when she finally got a chance to speak with her biological parents. He wanted nothing more than to see her happy and fulfilled in having been able to meet them.

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And to end on a bit of a silly note;

Being pitted against one of his best friends on the star, in direct competition, has only made the brotherly rivalry between Ki'to and Thancred even stronger. So much so they have to have a healer on standby when they spar now. They're mainly just there for the bruised egos though.