#like k. yeah. why shouldn’t I just be thrown out

[cosmicrecluse]

Yesterday really was the breaking point for my mental health huh. I guess it had been a little more than a mouth since my last major break down

[dadsbongos]

local adventurers get body swapped and fuck sloppy style

2.5 K words / warnings - unprotected pinv sex, fem body for reader, oral (m+f receiving), slight choking, pwp, not super proofread

summary - something something marcille and senshi need medicinal herbs… its not important. you and chilchuck and laios get it on in each other's bodies

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“Laios, I don’t know if you should touch those…”

“He definitely shouldn’t!”

Laios touches the vibrant orange flower petals, grazing his fingertips from the outer curl towards the neon yellow stigma, “I think if I press right here, then…”

“Laios!” Chilchuck shrieks at the same time you gasp, “No!”

A yellow powder spews from the now gaping stigma, clogging Laios’ entire head. In your shared panic to rescue the man, you and Chilchuck also inhale traces of the pollen. It tastes unexpectedly sweet, like ripe apples fresh from their tree -- it’s also incredibly disorienting. Head spinning and throat tight, you’re forced to clench your eyes while stumbling for either of the familiar bodies you’d arrived with.

You find one -- cold metal flattening your palm, though it’s strange -- what you’re touching is only the waist of Laios’ cuirass, but you’re reaching up. Your fingers just barely graze the lip of his arm opening.

Certain you’re not kneeling, and now uncertain that you’re sane, you open your eyes to gaze into the beaming reflection of… yourself. But this version of you has her hands skimming down her sides, nails biting the pouch over your tummy.

Glancing up, you find brown fingerless gloves covering your hand. You also find that you have to really stretch your neck to look up at Laios, who is staring down at you with a disturbed flinch.

“Laios?”

It's your own voice that heeds, “Yeah?”

Slowly, you swing your(?) head to face yourself, eyes wide, “Laios?”

“Yeah?”

With an uncertain, shivery hand, you point up at the armored blonde, “Chilchuck…?”

Laios’ voice whispers back your name before gently pleading, “Get out of my body…”

“I don’t know how!” you wail, tugging on brown hair just to feel the sting that confirms this isn’t some horrible nightmare, “Laios, what’d you do?!”

“If you squeeze this flower right, then it goes into self-defense mode and releases a pollen-like substance that switches people’s souls and bodies. Pretty neat, right?” his excitement with the flower is interrupted by a more carnal curiosity, “Can I feel?” he hovers your own hands over your chest and makes a squeezing motion, “I wonder if they’re as squishy as they look?”

“Sure…”

“Yay,” he murmurs, immediately latching to your chest, “Your breasts are so soft, and warm.”

“Thanks,” your naturally gentle tonation sounds odd, dissonant with Chilchuck’s agitated and shrill voice.

“Don’t let him fondle you!” Chilchuck, bizarrely, sounds natural in Laios’ body. Loud and resolute, “That’s so inappropriate!”

“I don’t mind, Chilchuck, really.”

“And don’t say my name with my own voice!”

“Sorry…”

“I wonder how you feel inside.”

Disturbed, you and Chilchuck’s heads turn toward where Laios continues to grope your (his?) chest -- his breaths shortening to gasps and lip sucked between his teeth.

“What’d you just say?” Chilchuck points a shaky finger at Laios.

If Laios finds looking himself in the face strange, he makes no indication. Merely beaming at Chilchuck in his body and shrugging while squeezing your boobs, “Isn’t it so cool that just pollen can swap us so perfectly? Why wouldn’t we try to explore each other’s bodies in a situation like this?”

Chilchuck’s embarrassment makes Laios’ cheeks flare red hot, an annoyed huff spiking past his clenched teeth, “It’ll only make things worse for the party in the long run! Inter-party romance is a terrible idea!”

“It’s not romance, just investigation.”

Before a punch can be thrown from the flustered Chilchuck, you lay a lithe hand on either man’s shoulder (pushing into the back of your mind how strange it is to call a hand smaller than your own yours), “Laios, you have to see how strange that sounds to people not as… curious as you.”

“But I’ve always wanted to know how your bodies work,” Laios frowns, “I get that we’re all humans, so it's basically the same thing and not as interesting, but when it comes to you two I just can’t help it. I want to know how soft your mouths are and how your joints roll in action,” he then peers specifically at Chilchuck, batting your lashes pathetically, “Especially your body, Chil, since I rarely see you do more than deactivate traps.”

“That’s because that’s my job! I don’t fight!”

“Chilchuck, he’s not judging you,” you move the hand on his shoulder down to his hand, Laios’ large palm massively overwhelming Chilchuck’s -- you’re captivated by the difference, “If Laios had a problem with you not fighting, I’m sure you wouldn’t still be in the party.”

“I just want to know how you both feel,” you could cringe at the sound of your voice saying something so naughty, but for the sake of Laios’ feelings you don’t, “Inside and out.”

“Did you consider how that’d be for us? Having to look our own faces in their face during something like that.”

“Like what? I just want to poke,” Laios stretches your fingers with a wiggle, “Maybe some fingering.”

That’d be more believable if Laios wasn’t such a terrible liar, his tells making your back straightening impossibly and knees buckling. Laios starkly dodges both yours and Chilchuck’s scrutinizing stares.

“We know you better than that. You’ll wanna go all out,” despite your inclination to give Laios the benefit of doubt, you’re forced to nod alongside Chilchuck’s accusation.

“Is that so bad?”

Is it?

You’re not as anatomically intrigued as Laios (at least pretends to be), but you can’t lie to yourself and say the men aren’t attractive. Laios is beefy yet kind, piercing amber eyes and soft blonde hair -- his arms look perfect for holding you down as he impales you with his cock. Chilchuck is slight and nimble, big brown eyes with thick lashes and silver hairs sprinkled through brown locks -- his dominable frame would be easy to ride until he’s got tears in his eyes and pleas flowing from his fussy lips.

“I don’t think so,” you move, stepping over to Laios’ side, “I think it could be worth a try.”

“No way!” Chilchuck glares at you for your betrayal, “There is no chance I’d ever do something so depraved!”

.

.

.

“This is so weird…” Chilchuck whines from Laios’ throat, throwing an arm over his eyes to block out the sight before him.

You, in Chilchuck’s own body, knelt beside Laios occupying your body as you both lick over his flushed erection. Laios seems to show no shyness, eagerly teasing your soft lips across his skin until he’s tonguing the underside. Meanwhile, you’ve got the smoldering head twitching on your tongue -- suckling softly before releasing your lips with a pop and laving the side with attention. Eventually, Laios bores of kitten licks and lowers towards the balls, giving you room to suck his penis into your mouth fully.

Chilchuck winds a hand, larger than he’s used to controlling, through your hair, peeking under his spare arm to watch Laios abuse your likeness. Blinking sweetly and humming while warming his own nuts with gurgled saliva. With advanced hearing, you can make out even the minute sound of Laios’ inferior gag reflex choking on his own balls.

You can also make out the deep rumble of Chilchuck panting and swallowing around his own arousal, lodged in his throat. Hoping to coax out the desire, you relax your gullet and bury your nose against flaxen pubes, making Chilchuck shudder and buck further into your throat.

“Oh, fuck,” he sighs, squeezing tighter around brown hair and shaking out your head before wrenching you back, “Wanna fuck your face.”

If you didn’t want him to as well, you’d be busy pointing out how your face is really his.

Instead, you moan eagerly and let your mouth hang open. Digging blunt nails into the handles on his hips for leverage as Chilchuck snaps into your gaping, velvety mouth. Spit gurgles past the rim of your lips, your sudden super hearing picking up every soft, throaty groan that spills from his chest. Despite his every effort to drown the sounds in kisses with Laios, you hear it -- you even hear how their lips mesh above your head.

Silky moans let out by your own voice, it’s startling. And arousing. Which makes it even more startling.

Chilchuck gasps and huffs abruptly, pulling you back to beat his cock against your puffy, raw lips. His whole body scrunches as broken, spotty moans dribble through him, shooting cum down your throat -- though having to bury his face into Laios’ neck (technically your neck) to avoid seeing his own face swallowing his seed.

With your own voice, heady and ragged with lust, Laios sprawls to the ground with spread legs, “I’m so hot,” he brainlessly bucks up against his roaming hand, eyes snapping to you, “How do you live like this?”

“I’m not horny all the time, Laios!”

Completely bypassing your protest, as per usual, Laios whimpers and undoes your trousers -- tickling a trembling finger down his (your) slit, “I need someone in me, please, please?”

You and Chilchuck stare at each other for a short while, silently debating who would be the one -- with newfound stamina in Laios’ body, Chilchuck could theoretically do it if he felt so greedy. Thankfully, he does not, and reclines beside Laios before pressing kisses into his neck while yanking you over by the belt. With eyes closed, he expertly undoes the pants to pull your brand new cock out.

Calloused, yet warm, hands stroke along your shaft in slow pumps before feeding your (his) tip into Laios.

Yours and Laios’ inexperience at the shared sensation is abundant in how you’re both gasping, sweat-slick messes. Laios wiggles further onto your cock, keening and back arching at the intrusion, while your hands are clammy and shaking on his hips. Your eyes can only stray as high as the breasts before things feel… weird… so you choose instead to obsess over the sight of your cock sliding in and out of a soaked cunt. Messy slick glinting in the sunlight, face melting with need, and all rational thought sucked into the tight clench of Laios.

Whining and leisurely thrusting into Laios, you close your eyes to fully absorb the sensations around you. Still, your heightened hearing can pick up the downright obscene gush of your sloppy, wet cunt being fucked open.

Chilchuck lays beside Laios, making you flinch at the unseen act of tracing his fingers around your cock in Laios to gather the splashing wetness before swirling the sodden pads into Laios’ clit.

“Ah!” your voice spikes, Laios grabbing Chilchuck’s wrist as if he could use your dwindling might to bat off his own strength. Chilchuck grins despite himself and continues abusing the bundle of nerves as desperation makes your drilling speed up. Laios wails and bunts eager hips to meet your thrusts, “Ah, ah, ah, ah- so good! This feels amazing!”

Laios presses the hand not clutching Chilchuck’s against your tummy, fingers prodding where cock batters his insides. Huffy little fuck, fuck, oh fucks leaving pouty, raw-bitten lips.

“Does it feel good?” Chilchuck laughs at you both, his sarcasm only being met with varied, broken ‘uh-huh’ responses. A thought brews in his following silence before he reaches up with a spare hand, “How about this, then?”

Suddenly, Laios’ large hand is wrapped around your neck, pressuring the sides to make your head spin.

Oh.

Oh that shouldn’t feel as good as it does.

Sudden restricted air pushes your hammering hips into overdrive, gut fizzling and tightening until you’re certain you’ll combust from the inside. You squeeze bruises into your own hips as you slam into Laios’ pliant body.

“Oh my God,” he suddenly wails from your mouth, “I think I’m- fuck! - am I?” his breath hitches, eyes wide and thighs cinching around your pumping hips, “Oh my God, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it, then,” Chilchuck snides with lips still pressed to Laios’ neck, rudely pinching his clit, “Cum for us.”

“I’m cumming,” he babbles, throwing his head back, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

Laios’ complete lack of will obliterates your own, the intense milking of his orgasm around you practically pulling cum from your cock. You gasp under Chilchuck’s choking while stuffing Laios full.

As soon as you’ve pulled Chilchuck’s softening cock out, Laios darts a hand down to finger your abused cunt. Puffy lips parting around curious fingers, thighs twitching at the unwelcomed overstimulation. Mixed cum leaks onto his digits before he accidentally brushes a thumb over his own clit, sending his thighs clenching around his hand as he forces another orgasm from your body.

You blink, suddenly much drowsier than before, and when you open your eyes you’re on the ground. With twitching, aching thighs and a hand between your legs.

Before you can acclimate to the realization you’re returned to your proper body, large hands are spreading your thighs again. Laios dives in, much too excited, and licks along your slit with a seedy groan and pinched brows. As if he’s deriving pure pleasure from sucking your combined release out of your pussy. If anything, the unadulterated oddity and grossness confirms that Laios is, in fact, back in his own body.

“I remember you were needing a little something, big guy,” Chilchuck tiredly slumps against Laios’ side, reaching below the belt to tug Laios’ hardening cock, “Guess you do have a lot of stamina.”

“I wanted to taste it on my fingers before we switched back, but now I can have it on my real tongue,” Laios deliriously giggles, “How lucky is that?”

You’re given no pause to respond before he’s returning to tongue-fucking your spasming hole.

Chilchuck presses lazy kissing along Laios’ flushed skin, jostled slightly when Laios abruptly sits straight, bucking his hips into Chilchuck’s fist as he asks, “Can I cum on you? I want to taste us all together. I need to know- !”

“Fine!” you’re borderline shrieking, sniveling and sobbing in the overstimulation, “Yes, yes, cum on my cunt, Laios. Do whatever you want!”

As if waiting permission, once those words are uttered, Laios spurts across your heated groin. He wastes no time basking in his euphoria before drunkenly lapping up his cum dribbling across your pussy and into yours and Chilchuck’s juices.

“Feral,” Chilchuck notes, smearing the excess sperm across Laios’ thigh and collapsing by your side.

Quicker and more violent than you’d like, another orgasm swells from your tummy to your hips. Thighs clapping against Laios’ ears as his tongue lulls out to sap up your cum. Your nails scrape Laios’ scalp as you wrangle him back when you notice him trying to sink in for more.

“Laios, please!” you tiredly protest.

“Off,” Chilchuck says it short and curt, like training a puppy, as he bats Laios’ head.

Laios lifts his head and drops beside you as well, turning onto his side to stare at you both -- hands curled towards his chest for comfort, “That was fun. We should do it again, but with our normal bodies.”

Unbeknownst to Laios, both you and Chilchuck are passed out and tangled around on another. And unknown to all three of you, Marcille and Senshi are coughing and hacking out a plan to crawl out and search for your group on the hunt for medicinal herbs.

[kiroonsmoon]

K I think I finally thought out Calamity’s team! Here they are! Also the Roserade is meant to be a Aevium Roserade but it wasn’t available on the site I used for obvious reasons… also you don’t know how much resistance I needed to not give him a eeveelution…

Most of his pokemon were given to him by Clear and Kieran, so he didn’t have to deal with the whole training up pokemon thing and already has access to strong pokemon maybe a couple or so weeks after coming to Aevium. This doesn’t mean he doesn’t bond with his team though! He just had a lot to learn about Pokemon given he comes from a world where they don’t exist so Clear was just like “don’t worry about your team, we got you.”

His Gallade’s name is Gladiolus, and is honestly one of two pokemon I have nicknames for so feel free to throw ideas at me, and honestly I was kinda tempted to make it the Team Xen ralts Madelis tells you about… but I cannot think of a reason Fate wouldn’t go and grab it sooo yeah no. I wanted him to at least have a couple of fighting types due to the fact I’m playing as him in my monofighting run lol. Why did I choose Aevian Roserade too? Because my brain went “Calamity with a Budew” and I thought it was funny.

The Luxray is also a reference to my monofighting run where I’m using Aero as my avatar so I decided to give him a pokemon Aero had on his team. Kangaskan… protective of their children…. Calamity is protective of his sister… they bond over that. I gave him a Galarian Rapidash for three reasons 1) He’s a fae so I wanted to give him at least 1 fairy type 2) he comes from a fantasy like world 3) I thought it was a funny contrast with his design haha. Also he got two shinies cuz Fate has two shinies… parallels…

Pretty much the only pokemon not given to him was the Zekrom (obviously). Because Calamity is technically my ‘bad end’ Rejuvenation oc and the devs said they plan on making legendaries available early I wanted to give him a legendary. Idk exactly how he comes across it yet but Clear and Kieran and very much “???? What the fuck how??” Like imagine being them. You found this guy a couple of weeks ago and plan on using him to further your goal and he just walks in with the fucking legendary dragon of ideals. He doesn’t really use Zekrom to battle though, it’s more of a last resort type of thing. Also upon the fact he learned it was a legendary he was like “maybe I shouldn’t give them a nickname…” that idea was quickly thrown out the window as he started calling Zekrom, Zeke, after maybe a week.

[archerincombat]

takin' my time, let the world turn

“Hey,” Ravi says. “Scale of 1 to 10, how bad would it be if I assumed Eddie Diaz’s girlfriend was his wife in front of him?”

Lee groans. “Did you do it in front of Buckley?”

“Yeah?”

“A hundred,” she replies, turning the other direction before Ravi can demand to know why.

At three in the morning, it hits him. He bolts upright in his cot. Oh my god, he thinks. Buck and Eddie are divorced, and everyone forgot to tell me.

aka, the ravi fic (affectionate)

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The first time Ravi meets the A-shift, they remind him a little too much of the football jocks from high school — mostly because there’s definitely something wrong with all of them.

They’re infamous at the 118 — at any firehouse really. You know, after one of them got crushed by a firetruck and the other survived a piece of rebar straight through his brain and another one of them got trapped at the bottom of the well during a storm and came out of it cracking jokes. Ravi’s only been at the 118 for one day, but gossip travels extraordinarily fast here. Somehow, these guys named Buck, Eddie, Hen, and Chimney seem to always be at the heart of it all.

(“Do not get on their bad side,” Richardson, one of the younger firefighters, tells him in the locker room when Ravi asks if there’s anything he desperately needs to know before he’s thrown off into the deep end. “Shouldn’t be hard. They’re all good people, but they’re like...they’re like the popular kids. Cap’s favorites. Just don’t do it.”

“Diaz did,” Cassidy interjects. “Look at him now.”

“Yeah well he had to pull a live grenade out of a man’s leg to remedy that.” Richardson claps Ravi on the back before turning to leave. “B-shift usually leaves that to the bomb squad. Everyone on A-shift has a death wish. Never join A-shift.”)

Anyway, Ravi’s pretty content with taking that advice and running with it, because for all of B-shift’s goading praise, A-shift actually seems clinically insane and he’s not planning on interacting with them unless he absolutely has to. It’s only been 20 hours, so Ravi doesn’t know much about the inner-workings of the firehouse, but he’s seen enough to start packing up a little quicker when Bobby enters the firehouse.

And then, one by one, the rest of A-shift trickles in, and look Ravi doesn’t know any of their names, but he’s only human, so when a very tall, very attractive man strides in the bay doors, looking for all the world like he owns the place, it’s possible — like a little bit, microscopically possible — that Ravi decides, if he looks like he belongs there and walks at just the right angle…

He walks at the right angle. The problem is, now that he’s here, he’s not really sure what to do with it. He thinks, best course of action, he just keeps walking, forward and straight out the doors, even though his duffle bag is still in the locker room.

He’s not a huge believer in fate, but it seems like the universe does indeed have other plans.

“Hey probie!” very tall attractive man yells, making Ravi flinch so hard he drops all of his books, and hadn’t Cassidy literally said to him, snorting all the while, “This is a fire house, not a library.” And god, maybe he should’ve listened instead of striding around like he isn’t just fresh out of the Academy and great now he has to quit and-

He takes a breath. Steadies himself because he’s 25 and this is his workplace, calls the slightly less attractive now man ‘sir’ sarcastically (his friends say no one really knows the difference between his sarcastic voice and his normal voice, but it’s the thought that counts), and refuses his help as — and now he can see the name tag — Firefighter Buckley, looking rightfully contrite, asks him how his first shift was.

Ravi nods warily and shrugs to seem suave. “Oh, pretty quiet,” he says.

Wrong answer, apparently. Though, in Ravi’s defense, he hadn’t known there was a right one. “Whoa!” Buckley protests.

“Did he just-?” the woman asks, shell-shocked.

And finally, the third guy. “No!” he shouts, backing away like Ravi’s some sort of feral animal. “No!”

“Sorry,” he frowns, because what..? Clinically. In. Sane. “I just said it was-”

A-shift seems intent on not letting him speak. They bicker in incomprehensible sentences about curses and horror movies while Ravi stands there, frozen, 15 minutes after his shift ended, because he’s not quite sure that this isn’t a nightmare so what else can he possibly do except clutch his books and wait, maybe, for the earth to swallow him whole?

Then just because his life can’t possibly get any worse — this is the last time he’ll ever pursue a handsome stranger, thank you — Captain Nash comes out onto the balcony with a frown on his face and scans the floor below, looking for his victim. “Who used the q-word?”

Everyone points at him and Ravi considers just transferring, or maybe asking for shifts that always intersect with C-shift instead of A-shift — because he already knew they were weird, but this is more cultish than anything and Ravi’s honestly worried that if he stays here for too long, they’ll recruit him too and because he’s already dropped out of grad school he’ll have no choice but to accept, and then he’ll have to tell his parents that he unwittingly joined a cult, which he’ll know will sound ridiculous but is exactly how this seems to be panning out and—.

But apparently Ravi’s got a guardian angel in the shape of the man leaning against the firetruck, looking just as skeptical and confused as Ravi feels. His eyes flicker to Buckley’s body before he even looks up at Captain Nash and Ravi figures, because it’s only been a day but he’s heard the rumors, that this must be Diaz.

“What am I missing here?” Diaz asks, and the alarm goes. Ravi’s not sure, and he’ll never admit to it, but he thinks that that might be entirely his fault.

Buckley claps him on the shoulder and levels him with a disappointed stare at the same time. And you know what, Ravi’s not quite sure how he got here, but he decides the only dignified thing to do is to shuffle off to the side so that the ladder truck doesn’t run him over and try his best to forget any of this ever happened.

He’d say, for anyone keeping track, that this was probably the last moment any part of his life contained a sense of normalcy.

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[arpmemething2]

Scott the Woz sentence starters

Send one for my muse’s reaction.     Feel free to change pronouns as needed. 

“Something better than a lobotomy?”

"Poverty? No thanks."

“Here’s a gun, kill a frog”

I always base my decisions off of what Crest does."

"I smell pointless!"

“Oh, hi! You caught me in a goose!”

“We can put it in a wheel, put it in a gun, put it in a kid”

“These simply look really nice. ‘Like ants’”

“... Oh s**t, it’s pronounced ‘breast’? I thought it was always pronounced ‘beans’”

“THIS GAME BLOWS!”

"Yeah, okay, I wanna f**k a font. Who doesn't?"

“Meet up with a meteorologist, tell him to stop the rain”

"NASDAQ was only my 47th word."

"Hey, hear that? I'm a penis!"

"This is f**king incredible!"

"Oh s**t, it's a white guy!"

"F**k you, house."

“He’s not addicted, he just does it everyday”

"I've always wanted to feel like a Walmart."

"Technically speaking, IBM owns the weather."

"It's dangerous to ask me words."

"Which pregnant woman will squirt one out first? Place your bets and let's find out!"

"I made Lowe's."

"You know what I could go for right now? A working kidney, I have three days to live"

“Death is the most common cause for death”

"Hi, I'll take one corn dog."

"I really shouldn't have spat in this to mark my page."

“If you can’t sue a person, why talk to them?”

"I got f**king soap."

“And I definitely transformed it into my own little virgin circus”

“I like candles, sue me.”

“Something better than a sponge?”

"There's a strict no skin policy! If it ain't covered up, it's getting thrown out. If you don't abide by this policy, you must have flashlight taped to crotch"

"PLEASE F**K ME!"

"I f**king hate circles!"

“He’s a snitch, he’s a killer, but he’s my friend”

“It really keeps you on your toes, like a mouse”

"Join the club, own a bag."

"Oh f**k, the letters are evolving!"

"Three "ho"s and a merry Jesus' birthday is on December 25th."

“‘Do you agree to practice safe sex?’ What is this, middle school? Lame!”

"FELLAS! FELLAS! I AM SO HORNY!"

"With Thanksgiving around the corner, what am I going to do if I can't cook? Be thankful?"

“What, does it look like I’m made out of blood to you?!”

"Finally, the cure for all sex."

"Diet God is still God."

"Let's talk sponges."

"Yeah, you can get laid, on the go."

"Oh please God help, I don't wanna look like a jackass playing Wii Music!"

"What the f**k WAS THIS THING?"

"Here we have sex wall."

“Come on, this is America, I like Mickey Mouse and f*cking my wife”

"I want to feel smart but I don't want to do anything about it."

“‘What does a woman say after a man purposes?’ I’ll think about it”

“F**k yeah, now that’s what I call a baby!”

"Here's a message to all you serial killers out there. STOP."

“Did you know hands could hold garbage and f**king garbage?”

"OH MY GOD!"

"How do you think it would feel if they didn't pick you, they picked a dead you?"

"Studies show that 9 out of 10 gamers play video games!"

"We're selling soup now."

"I've always wanted to say yes to Guy Fieri."

"Now, I am the least musically viable soul on the planet so it's just cool to me that the cardboard's making noise."

"Pump the brakes, Speed Racer, nobody puts religion in my Dig Dug."

“Oh my God, he has a face?!”

"Hey all!"

“I always leave my fridge unplugged to save energy”

"First things first: this game has controls. We use them to play this game and playing results in a win or a loss."

“I don’t want to wait to be disappointed, this isn’t a pregnancy!”

"I've been staring at this all day, I still don't get it."

“It’s my honor to tell you that you have a urinary tract infection!”

"Beep beep, disappointment coming through."

[ranhaitanisgf]

Inui with “delinquent & class president” and “stuck together” Scenerio. They clearly care for each other so their friends locked them in a room/closet together to sort their feelings out. Can you also add they class president maybe being claustrophobic or scared of the dark and Inui comforts her. Thank you very much. Also congratulations on 2 k.

inui seishu [inupi] // delinquent & class president // stuck together

[𖤐] you know, i went 100 words over what i said was the max for a scenario, but i couldn't help myself because it was inui, just you guys already know that LMAOO, thank you for requesting this anon! hope you enjoy <33

masterlist || 2k masterlist

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“h-hey! what do you think you’re-!”

“come on (y/n), just come over here for a second!” letting out a deep sigh, you rolled your eyes at your two friends, dropping your resistance and letting them grab hold of your wrists, making them both let out a cheer as they instantly started pulling you off to somewhere. you had no idea what they had in mind, but as they dragged you down the hallway, you could see somebody else getting dragged around as well. well, at least you weren't the only one.

“this better not take long, i still have things i need to- is that inui? hey, wait, why’re you dragging me towards him? what’s going on here?! let go of me!!” you got no response from your friends except for the grip they had on your wrists being tightened considerably in response to your sudden resistance.

“why is inui being thrown into that closet by koko? is he dead?! what- don’t drag me towards there-!”

“you’ll thank us later! we believe in you, now get in there!”

“what-?!” before you could even mutter another word, you had gotten thrown into the closet, your friends disregarding the fact that you wouldn’t have anything to catch yourself on, which left you about to fall to the ground. well, almost.

before you could face-plant, a pair of hands grabbed your shoulders, steadying you and keeping you in place from falling.

“you alright?”

“uh, yeah, thanks…” the silence between you two was deafening, although it was disturbed by a click from the doorknob, making you jump a bit.

“you hate us now, but you’ll thank us later! we’ll be back to get you guys soon!” shrugging off the hands on your shoulders, you rushed over to the door, trying to open it. it was to no avail though; you two had been locked in here.

“it’s locked…” what were you supposed to do in this sort of situation? you didn’t have your phone, so should you just yell until somebody walks by? should you try to kick down the door? it was so cramped in here, the walls were so close together, and you could barely see anything, how do you get out-

“hey, calm down, it’s fine. they said they would be back soon. no need to panic.” a hand suddenly moved over your tight grip on the door handle, gently loosening it and taking it off. you hadn’t even realized that you had gripped it so tightly, nor that you had started mumbling your panicked thoughts under your breath.

“s-sorry, i don’t know…”

“don’t apologize, it’s fine.” with that, another silence washed over you and inui; you had no idea if you were supposed to say something, and now that he had seen you freak out, maybe you shouldn’t say anything at all, (besides, you’re still recovering from the way his hand had brushed over yours earlier).

letting out a shaky sigh, you backed up to the wall and sunk to the floor, pulling your legs to your chest and burying your head in them, hoping that it would stop feeling like the walls were closing in on you.

“so, you’re claustrophobic?” looking to the side, you noticed that inui sat himself beside you, sitting so close that your shoulders were brushing together.

“just a little…” he hummed in response, seeming to be pondering something for a moment before speaking again.

“i used to be afraid of the dark when i was younger, but my sister would always tell me that even at night, there’s always light, even if it’s not with you, and that you just have to look for it. that doesn’t really apply to this, but-”

“no, no...i think it’s nice. i didn’t know you had a sister.”

“yeah...you know, i’m still afraid of the dark, but not right now. it’s weird, but maybe it’s because i’m with you.”

“what…?” he didn’t say much after that, instead just focusing his gaze towards you as you stared at him in slight confusion. what was he trying to pull here? was he trying to get your hopes up? there was no way he actually meant that...right?

“if you’re trying to bribe me into talking with the teachers to get your grades up, it’s not gonna work, inui.”

“...is that what you think i’ve been doing all this time?”

“is that not the reason you get my hopes up all the time?”

“what? no...getting your hopes up? what’re you talking about?” at this point, both of you were staring at each other in confusion, so much so that you had forgotten the claustrophobic feeling from moments ago.

“(y/n), i really like you...what did you think i was doing all this time?” you could’ve sworn that your heart almost stopped, because ‘what did he just say?’. he wasn’t just using you for grades?

“say...say that again.”

“i really like you.” you couldn’t do anything but just stare at him with a dumbfounded look on your face; had you really gotten it wrong this entire time?

“you...you...i thought you only talked to me to try to get your grades up!”

“no, that was koko.”

“okay...well, um...i-i really like you too, but i thought you…”

“thought i what?”

“...wouldn’t you like someone who isn’t such a goody two shoes? i don’t know, like-”

“no. i just like you.”

“o-oh.” you hoped that he couldn’t hear your heart practically beating out of your chest right now as you stared at him, not really sure what else to say. you weren’t really complaining though, because if you had the chance to stare at him all day, you would. inui has always been gorgeous; his soft blonde hair, those lazy blue eyes you could stare at forever, his-

“(y/n)...do you mind if i kiss you?” you didn’t trust yourself to speak, instead just nodding in response to him. since there wasn’t a lot of space between the two of you to begin with, he didn’t have to lean that much to already be an inch away from your lips, and-

“oh. my. god!” light suddenly flooded into the closet, making you shove inui away from yourself and stand up stiffly.

“you two were totally about to kiss! sorry i interrupted that, but-”

“sorry, i’m going to be taking (y/n) for a while, hope you don’t mind.” neither your friend nor inui gave you a chance to even say anything as inui firmly grabbed your hand in his, his face seeming pretty unapologetic as he pulled you away, leaving you to stare back at your friend who was giving you a thumbs-up.

“good luck, (y/n)!”

“you owe us one!”

“and you two owe me 20,000 yen.” you couldn’t help the laugh that slipped through your lips as you saw your friends start running away from koko, who stopped for a moment and turned to your direction.

“take care of him, (y/n)!” nodding dumbly at him, he stuck his tongue out at you before chasing down your friends, yelling about his owed money.

wow, this was...nice.

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[tadpole-san]

poison ;  j.t.

pairing: titans!jason todd x reader, pre-established relationship, best friends

warnings: mentions/allusions to (attempted) suicide, jason just needing someone in his corner, spoilers for titans s2e12

a/n: 1000/10 this is meant for  @cipheress-to-k-pop, kudos to her for inspiring this and simping over jason peter todd with me - so here’s an exploration of what happened between jason leaving rose and showing up to donna’s funeral

Gotham is, by no means, a small city. And it's easy to come back to, after everything.

After the Titans disband - again, and you’re honestly left with nothing to do and nowhere to go.

After your best friend gets kidnapped, tortured, and thrown off a roof.

After you find him driven to another roof, ready to step off with nothing to catch him, because he’s ready to go somewhere you know you can’t follow.

And after Jason Todd leaves on a motorcycle with Rose Wilson, because he is going somewhere you think you can’t follow. Except can’t isn’t the right word - you shouldn’t follow him, you think. Because Dick was the one to talk him off the roof, like a brother is supposed to, and all you can remember is the wind roaring in your ears and blocking everything out except that Jason wants to jump, Jason wants to die,  I don’t know how to help him. The words die in the back of your throat, and if Dick hadn’t been there-

You don’t want to think about if Dick didn’t make it up there when he did. So you’re avoiding Jason - which is all too easy to do when he’s supposed to be on the other side of the country. Until he calls you and you realize he’s here. In Gotham. The two of you are still connected by the same city.

He doesn’t say where the two of you need to meet, but you know exactly where to find him in the vastness of Gotham’s skyscrapers and abandoned warehouses.

By the time you make it to the top of - surprise, a skyscraper - your legs and lungs are burning. It makes it all the more apparent that you haven’t gotten the same level of Batman-training, and that a busted elevator forcing you to take the stairs is already a sign of bad luck. When you’re able to push the door leading to the rooftop open, you spot the gargoyle first, and it somehow manages to make you smile. All the years you’ve known Jason, the guy who’s become your best friend, and you’ve lost count of the number of times you’ve been able to find him hunched up next to the stone monster. Even now, the shades of yellow on his hoodie stand out like muted sunlight.

“Hey.” The sound of your voice and the opening door gets him to turn around. His legs are dangling over the edge of the roof. You know he’s just sitting there - just sitting, nothing else - but it’s suddenly harder for you to take another breath, and when you move towards him, it’s in a sprint. There’s a spot left for you between him and the gargoyle, one that you take without hesitation as your hand grabs at his jacket. He’s taken aback, you can tell - his eyebrows furrow and he opens his mouth to say something, only to close it a second later. This close, and you can see how his eyes are rimmed with red. Like he’d been crying.

There’s a stinging sensation at your eyes that makes you think you must look the same. Your fingers tighten around worn fabric, and it grounds you. Jason wasn’t wearing the hoodie that day. This isn’t the same as that.

“Are you okay?” you finally ask, pulling your knees up towards your chest instead of dangling them over the edge. You’re too close to the edge already. “Where’s Rose?”

When Jason finally speaks, his voice is rough in the way that it gets when he’s had a few beers. You know this voice well, the same way he knows his way arounds brews, and this takes you back to the first time you'd met him when you were kids, at the bars that your dad and his uncle would get together at.

“I don’t know,” he says. Then he laughs. “I don’t care, you know? Fuck Rose-”

“Could you scoot back?” The question almost rips itself out of your throat, despite your efforts to keep it in until he’s finished telling you what happened. But all you can see are his shoes dangling over the edge, stories above the street, and when you look at the street, you’re imagining his body leaving its impact on it. You can feel Jason’s eyes on you, and you wait for him to tell you to stop being a pussy.

Instead, he mirrors your position and pulls his feet up, tucking them in as he pulls himself away from the edge.

You can breathe again.

“Sorry,” you mutter, finally making eye contact with him again. “I just - I’m sorry.”

I’m sorry I wasn’t there.

I’m sorry I’m such a coward.

I’m sorry I couldn’t help you.

I’m sorry I’m such a bad friend.

“Why the hell are you sorry?” Jason asks, brows furrowing. Now he’s really looking at you, and it’s so heartfelt that you need to drag a hand down your face so you can hide. At the same time, it makes you so angry, because all you can remember is a room full of broken and awful heroes, painting him a villain who would drag out their darkest secrets, their deepest pains, to taunt and jab them with.

How could people do that to a kid? How could they do that to Jason, who - sure, he was rough around the edges, and cocky, and he went out of his way to be a little unlikable sometimes, but he was good. He was one of the best goddamn people you knew, even if you were saying that with bias.

You’re pulled out of the daze you’re in when he calls your name, and you try to speak around the words that are lodged in your throat, clogging it up. “I’m sorry,” you repeated, and the Vice around your throat tightens. “I wasn’t there when it mattered. With you. At the Tower. When they - and you-“ At this point, you have to suck in a deep, shuddering breath. One that has you keeling forward, head falling between your knees.

“Woah. Woah, woah, hold on-“ Jason wrestles his arm out of the sleeve you’re holding onto, and then you feel him pulling you back from the edge. It’s his turn, and he does it with ease, like you’re nothing but air. There’s that training again. “Jesus fuck, you - come on.” Just like that, the two of you are collapsing and folding in on each other.

Jason has gone so incredibly still, like he doesn’t know what he should be doing, and it makes you want to cry - except you don’t. You don’t know if you can feel anything else besides being scared or pissed off - at the Titans, at him - that couldn’t possibly be fair - at yourself. He’s so still it’s like he’s a corpse. “You get hurt somewhere?” he asks, and you shake your head, even as he’s awkwardly patting you over. “Someone pull some shit on you when you ditched the Tower?” You shake your head again, and you register that you're holding onto his hand.  You squeeze, tight. It’s warm. He’s warm. There’s blood flowing through his veins.

He’s okay. He’s alive.

Jason’s hand is squeezing yours just as tight, and it grounds you - he’s keeping you grounded - long enough that you can start to breathe again. Enough that you can keep talking.

“I fell asleep.” The words are eerily similar to Gar’s own sentiments when the two of you wandered into the kitchen  to find an already-fractured team. “I didn’t - I didn’t sleep for two days, you know that? You don’t really get any of that when there’s a psychopath torturing your friend and it’s your fault.”

“It ain’t your fucking fault,” Jason’s quick to say, words frosted with the kind of accent that’s married to a childhood down in Crime Alley. You haven’t grown out of yours, but his has gone sparse since Bruce Wayne picked him out. “Don’t fucking say-”

“Gar and I were supposed to have your back down there.” You press your lips in a thin line, eyes meeting his. “I’m supposed to have your back.”

“I was being a stupid little shit. Hank was right.” Fucking Hank. You think you could attack him, probably. Pick a stupid fight.

“We always think it’s our fault.” Now your words are deliberate. “And we always think we’re the fucking poison. ‘Cept we’re not.” Jason groans, and you can feel him start to pull away. You don’t let your grip loosen, so he uses his other hand to push his hair back roughly and pull the hood over his head, yanking the fabric down so you can’t make out his expression.

“I wasn’t gonna jump.”

“Yeah, you were.”

“I mean just now. I saw your face. I know what you’re thinking.”

“I thought you were gonna fall.” His lips twist into a grimace, and you let go of his hand to shove your own into your pockets. Your fingertips are cold.

“I would’ve caught myself.” Finally, the traces of Robin Jason - cocky, uncaring, cool - are coming back. “Could teach you how, if you want.”

“Do you want to catch yourself?” you ask, not quite ready to fall back into lopsided and carefree with him. “‘Cuz if you don’t, I gotta be the one doing the catching, Jason. Even when you’ve got some kind of - I don’t fucking know, a Superboy doing it.”

“Why?” The little shit has the audacity to smirk. “You jealous?” Incredulous, you stare at him. And then you take your bag and you swing it at his shoulder, only for him to smack it away.

“I’m being serious.” It amazes you how Jason does that - switches at the flip of a coin so as to replace the real shit he’s going through with throwaway comments like that. Sometimes, he’s a real asshole. Even as he’s staring at you with an entirely different expression now, one that makes you wonder just how much he knows about how he makes you feel.

“You need me to catch you?”

“Sometimes,” you admit, turning your head as he shifts closer to you, enough that your knees bump against one another. You push against him, and it turns into an exchange that lasts until your knee is sore. By the end of it, you can feel Jason laughing in your ear. His eyes aren’t red anymore. You take the sleeve he’d shrugged out of and get your arm through it, leaving the two of you awkwardly cramped against one another, and he laughs even more.

“Why can’t we do this shit at the tower?”

“Because you get - you’re all moody, you ass. It’s weird.” You can feel the weight of him on your shoulder and it makes you sigh. “You - look, we gotta talk. For real, you know that?”

“We did,” he mutters, a bit more sullen now. But there’s another elbow to your side, so you think that maybe it’s a bit better. For all that Gotham is home to the world’s evils, you can still love it if it can bring this out in Jason. “You know I say shit to you that I’m not saying to anyone else.” That elicits a half-hearted grin out of you, and you knock your fist against his. His eyes rake over bruised knuckles.

“You asked me if I was okay,” he says, thumb brushing over them. “Are you-”

“Someday,” you interrupt, because it’s a fruitless question. There’s no being okay, and you realize how your own question from earlier is naive. “I’ll get past the fact that we’re gonna keep almost dying. Like the shitshow with Deathstroke. And the fact that the assholes that are supposed to be heroes are full of shit.” Jason’s expression is all-too knowing, and you wonder if he’s figured out that the reason you went to San Francisco had nothing to do with wanting to be a hero and everything to do with not being able to handle Gotham alone. Maybe it’s better to just have yourself - to not have to lean on anyone else to keep on living, but then you look at the boy in front of you. And you know that if Jason only had himself, you wouldn’t be sitting with him right now.

He’s probably figured you out already. He’s Robin. For all that you poke at him for being boneheaded, you know that Batman’s taught him all the ways to see through a person. Even without x-ray vision.

Then he gives you a lopsided smirk, and you know he’s chosen not to say anything. Instead, he hauls himself to his feet - and you with him - with graceful ease, letting you link your arm with his in a way that has your hands brushing together.

“You still haven’t told me what happened with Rose,” you say. At that, he makes a face. One that draws another laugh out of you, because it has his features scrunched up in a scowl that departs from the betrayal you’d found him drowning in when you’d first gotten here.

“You wouldn’t fucking believe - come on.” He uses his foot to toss his bag in the air, catching it with one hand and slinging it over his shoulder. “I’m not doing this unless we’re getting a burger or some shit.”

“What, she break your heart, big boy?” You manage to catch the elbow that’s headed for you, even as Jason kicks you in the back of the knee for that comment. It’s quips and banters that are coming back, a routine the two of you fall into even after weeks apart. Jason’s shouldered the door to the stairwell open - losers first - and you find yourself casting one final look to the lone gargoyle before you step inside.

Gotham is, by no means, a small city. She’s unforgiving and cruel, and her metal arches and stone beams are interwoven with a history of poison. Some days, you wonder if it’s too late - if you’ve already got it in your veins, running through your blood and killing you from the inside. Leaving a city like her was easy.

And it’s easy to come back to, despite everything. Because if Jason isn’t poison, then maybe you’re not, either.

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@cipheress-to-k-pop

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

15x20

Spoilers for Season 15x20 finale

Summary: This is a semi-rewrite of episode 15x20...

Pairing: Dean x reader (reader is treated more like an OC than a typical reader)

Word Count: 2,000ish

Warnings: language, major 15x20 spoilers

A/N: I wrote this for myself honestly. I know it is idealistic and was never going to happen. Again, I’m sharing simply if you’re interested but please feel free to ignore. This picks up from a very obvious point in the episode...

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Dean POV

“Fuck,” said Dean, his hand over his chest. Something big was stabbing into his back. This felt wrong though. A dull, achy pain trickled up and down his spine and across his chest. His heart was racing up and slowing down when it wanted and Dean shut his eyes as he recognized the feeling in his bones.

He was dying. The kind of dying a doctor can’t fix.

“Jack!” shouted Sam, Dean peeling open his eyes as he realized Sam was besides him, hand covered in blood. A few seconds later Jack appeared in front of them eating a bar of nougat. “Jack fix him. Please.”

“He said he was hands off,” said Dean with a wince, his whole body shaking. Jack cocked his head and walked over, touching Dean’s forehead. The next thing he knew, Dean was sat on the ground and taking a deep breath, the pain gone as he looked up. “You said you were hands off.”

“You’re my dads. Why wouldn’t I help you?” he asked, a confused look on his face. Dean chuckled and nodded, still holding onto his chest. “You seem upset. I’ll pop you guys home.”

“Kid there’s-”

“Those boys are okay,” said Jack, snapping his fingers. Dean was suddenly sat on the steps up into the library, Jack mentioning something about taking some nougat from the pantry before he headed out. 

“You alright?” asked Sam. Dean shook his head and he took a seat. Dean rubbed the heel of his palm against his chest and shuddered. “Jack got there in time.”

“If he hadn’t-”

“Dean-”

“If he hadn’t...because it was bad, Sammy. If he hadn’t...I’m so proud of you and I love you, so fucking much. I couldn’t have asked for a better baby brother, a better best friend. You just gotta tell me something. When the time comes, you’ll be okay without me. Tell me Sam. Please.”

“I’ll be okay,” said Sam quietly. Dean nodded and moved his hand to his lap, Sam scooting closer. “Let’s get out of here.”

“What?”

“Let’s get a house. We can get a big yard for Miracle. Run an operation like Bobby did, do the occasional case. Let’s go live more,” said Sam. Dean paused but rubbed his chest again and smiled.

“Dibs on the master bedroom,” said Dean. Sam chuckled and nodded. “Yeah. This place is home but I wouldn’t mind an upgrade.”

Two Months Later

“Miracle!” called Dean when he ignored the ball Dean had just thrown across the yard and ran around the corner of the house. “Miracle!”

“I think your daddy’s looking for you,” Dean heard a voice giggle. He walked around the house and saw a woman knelt down and ruffling the dog. “You’re so cute. You’re so cute.”

“Yes, I am,” smirked Dean as the woman popped her head up. “So, how can I help you and why are you parked in my driveway?”

“I’m Y/N. Y/N-”

“I heard of you. Hunter out of Alaska right?” he asked as she nodded. “You work a lot of Canada cases.”

“I did,” she said with a shrug. “I was thinking of retiring down south. Wondering if you got any tips on how to adjust.”

“A dog helps,” he said and she smiled, Dean looking her up and down. “You do realize this is Austin, Texas right?”

“This is south to me,” she said. “I know Donna through a friend of a friend. She said it’d be cool if I came and talked to you?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” said Dean, Miracle running over to the ball and rushing back with it. He nudged Dean’s hand and Y/N smiled. “You mind chatting while we do some fetch?”

“Not at all, Winchester.”

“Kinda funny how Eileen and Y/N know each other,” said Sam, Dean looking out the back window to where the girls and Miracle were sat on the back deck after dinner drinking a beer. Dean hummed and dried a plate, Sam nudging his arm. “You like her, don’t you.”

“You like her.”

“Dean.”

“Yeah, I like her. What’s the big deal?”

“Oh, I don’t know. A gorgeous, former hunter with your kind of humor, love for pie, muscle cars and classic rock that’s single just happens to have stuck around long after she got done talking to you.”

“I invited her to dinner.”

“She understands the life Dean. All the shit we carry. You’ve never tried with a hunter. Give her a chance.”

“Tried what?” said Dean, putting the plate in the cupboard. 

“You can have a relationship Dean. I’m pretty sure she likes you too,” said Sam.

“Hello, Dean,” said Castiel, both guys jumping as they spun around. They stared at the angel as Cas looked around. “I enjoy your home. The air is fragrant.”

“It’s a candle,” said Sam, pointing to the flickering light on the countertop. He blew it out and Dean walked around the island, shaking his head. 

“Where the fuck have you been?” said Dean, giving Cas a hug. Sam joined them and Castiel shrugged.

“Rebuilding heaven is labor intensive process,” said Cas before turning to Dean. “I felt you would be coming there soon a few months ago.”

“Why didn’t you pop down when you knew he was dying?” asked Sam.

“You are humans,” said Cas with a pout. “You will die someday. It’s an inevitable fact. Time is very strange in heaven in its relation to earth. I assumed you were an old man.”

“No, not old,” said Dean.

“Would you two like for me to prevent your deaths until a certain age?” asked Cas. 

“No,” they both said, Dean smiling. 

“But if we ask for help, you will help?” asked Dean.

“Always,” said Castiel. He tilted his head and looked out the back window. “Who is the woman with Eileen?”

“Y/N. Hunter from the Yukon area. Dean has a crush,” said Sam. He smirked when Dean whacked his arm, Cas still cocking his head. “You know her?”

“She’s quite drawn to Dean. Metaphysically speaking.”

“Yes cause whatever you just said was very clear. Like I’m five Cas,” said Dean. Cas sighed and pursed his lips.

“Jack has given me some extra power to help assist him better. I can see more of a person now,” said Cas. “Their energy, soul, things of that nature.”

“Okay...so what does that mean?” asked Dean.

“Oh your souls are quite intertwined. She’s your soulmate,” said Cas.

“Really?” said Dean, allowing a brief smile to cross his face.

“She also has a growing inoperable mass in her head that will kill her in the next few years. She suffers from headaches quite frequently,” said Cas. Dean sat down at the counter and stared out the back door, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Why can’t I be happy?” he breathed out. “For a fucking minute I can’t even be happy before the rug gets pulled out.”

“...Did you not want me to heal her?” asked Cas. Dean rolled his eyes and Cas’ glowed blue for a moment. “She’s fine now. You seem...emotional.”

“Well I am Cas,” said Dean. 

“You’ve been off since that hunt and the barn,” said Sam.

“Sam I shouldn’t be alive,” said Dean. “I got lucky.”

“You have sacrificed your entire life for others, Dean,” said Cas, Sam taking a seat next to Dean. “You should take advantage of your powerful friends. Let others care for you now. I will speak to Jack about the remaining monsters and their relocation to somewhere better suited for them, perhaps a new world.”

“Everything alright?” asked Y/N, slipping in through the back door with an empty beer bottle. 

“Yeah, we’re all good,” said Sam.

“Liar,” she said, smiling at Dean. “I’ll be right back.”

She excused herself to the bathroom, Sam and Cas going outside. Dean got another set of beers out just in time for Y/N to return. 

“Can I ask you a question?” she said.

“Shoot,” said Dean, handing her the drink.

“Your friend, the angel, did he just heal me? I’ve had constant headaches for awhile now. Brain tumor. I feel different. You guys wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with that would you?”

“You deserve to enjoy your retirement,” he said. “A very long retirement. You’re fine now.”

“I won’t be mad about that,” she said, leaning against the counter by him. She took a long sip and smiled. “I like you, Dean.”

“I like you,” he said.

“I’m gonna stick around town for a bit, see if things work out,” she said. He nodded and smiled, watching her smirk. “So there’s really no more monsters?”

“Uh, what?”

“I overheard Castiel when I walked in. Guess we’re really out of jobs now,” you said.

“I got an offer for a construction manager,” he said. 

“You gonna take it?” she asked.

“I think so. What do you think?” he asked.

“I think it’s a great idea,” she said. “Gotta keep busy somehow.”

“What’s your retirement look like?” he asked. She shrugged and smiled. “Now that death isn’t imminent.”

“Maybe I’ll find a guy, try the domestic thing,” she said, a soft smile staying on her lips. “Know anyone who might be interested?”

“I’m sure I can think of someone, sweetheart.”

One Year Later

“So what do you think?” asked Sam as he spun around in his suit in the family room.

“What do we think junior?” asked Dean, the baby on his lap clapping his hands. “He says dad’s gonna score tonight.”

“I fear for you teaching my son things when he’s a teenager,” chuckled Sam.

“That’s what Uncles are for,” said Dean as Y/N got up from the couch and started fixing Sam’s tie.

“And what Aunt’s are for to rein them in,” she said, smoothing it out. 

“Thank you,” said Sam. “Hey, when you two gonna have a kid?”

“Who says we aren’t?” smirked Dean. Sam went wide eyed and she rolled hers.

“We’re trying just recently. You will literally be the first to know once we do,” she said. She winked and Sam narrowed his eyes, looking back and forth between them then down to her stomach. 

“You’re so pregnant.”

“Ugh, we were gonna surprise you guys. Let us surprise, Eileen at least,” she said.

“You guys are pregnant!” said Eileen from over the balcony upstairs. Y/N laughed and headed up, Sam taking a seat next to Dean and plucking his son into his arms.

“You’re gonna be a real good dad. You got a lot of practice,” said Sam. Dean shrugged and Sam gave him a side hug. “I’m really happy he gets to know his Uncle, Dean. You’re gonna do great.”

“I’m really happy I get to be here too,” said Dean. He sat back and shut his eyes. “I owe you one.”

“For what?”

“The barn. I thought Jack wouldn’t come. I didn’t even bother. I thought that was gonna be it,” said Dean. “I didn’t want to go yet.”

“You don’t owe me for that,” said Sam, handing the baby back when he heard feet on the stairs. “Be good for Uncle Dean, baby boy.”

“Go have fun on your date, Sammy,” said Dean.

“You have fun on your stay at home date,” chuckled Sam. “See ya later, De.”

“Later, Sammy.”

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[delicatewerewolfsoul]

Full Circle - Han Jisung

–pairing: han jisung x reader, life savior seungmin, (popular boy hyunjin, felix and minho making an appearance)

–genre: fluff, idiots/best friends to lovers au,

–word count: 3,8 k

–synopsis: jisung had exactly three days to make you his, and he'll do everything he could to make it happen.

–for the dear skz, with love event by @districtninewriters make sure to check the works of the other writers!

Lilacs: when lilacs have a light purple color, they represent first love and new begginings 

The bell rings once again after another boring class in the middle of a peaceful Wednesday but Jisung doesn’t move an inch from where he’s sitting, his hands supporting his head as his eyes closed, sleeping far more entertaining than any weird information the teacher shared with all of you. Wednesday’s were always hard for Jisung since he had three classes different than yours that day. He couldn’t concentrate at all, he had no energy to spend, and honestly he didn’t want to either. He found these classes useless after all, since he already knew what he’ll do after this ended, and no one of these was part of it. That day his ears seemed far more used to the loud sound of the bell that doesn’t move an inch.

He was shaken out of his slumber violently, in his opinion, after something hits the back of his head, only for it to be a ball of paper, thrown at him by his classmate Felix that sat right behind him. 

“Hey bro, class finished a while ago, why are you still here?” Felix says confused because his usually enthusiastic, bright friend was suddenly sulking more than usual that fine Wednesday while looking at a notebook at his hands that was clearly too neat to be his, so he guessed it was yours.

“But it’s boring without y/n… They have a big assignment with their chemistry class and they spend most of their time with them… And I don’t want to cling to them and be annoying” he says propping his head on his arms as he was looking at his friend that was about to laugh, it really looked as if Jisung’s life depended on how close you were and what you were doing. He remembers when once he said y/n is my oxygen half jokingly and Minho was about to throw a book on his head of disgust making everyone laugh. Truth was, that he was in too deep and too hard, from as long as he remembers. From the moment you met, when you held his hand in primary school to pull him out of the mud hole he had fallen and then taken to his home, only to find out that your parents are friends so that meant that you would probably spend more time together. And from that moment you were attached to the hip, the beauty and the nuisance as he would say himself (even though you scolded him every time he called himself that), following you around.

“Still, let’s go outside okay? I’m sure the others are already outside. And you need fresh air, stand up lover boy” patting his friends back and going out with the sulking boy following behind. Felix was right after all, he needed to be out and if he acted like that, then his other friend would feel like they weren’t worthy to him and was equally as bad. He stepped outside of the school to the big green area where big tables were placed so students could study. 

“Took you long enough, what happened?” says Minho as the two of them step closer to their usual table where all of you sit during your breaks studying or laughing around. 

“Lover boy here was refusing to let his desk alone, and he slept during class too” Felix said as he took a seat across Minho. Honestly he just wanted to sleep the day away, this specific day was too tiring for him to handle… But the others would never know that. 

“I think I know the reason” Minho says, looking at his left, his gaze falling at the center of the yard where the table you were sitting with your classmates were. Jisung understands where he’s looking and turns to look as well. And his eyes land on you as you talk to your classmates, probably planning something he guesses from the way you look at them. As expected from his y/n… Well, not his, but yeah. He smiles shyly at the thought, feeling his face heating up. He then sees you waving at him, with a smile on your face, probably feeling his eyes on you and he waves back smiling as well. And that’s when he sees a very familiar figure going closer to you.

Someone tall with his hands in his pockets comes behind, and stops behind you. Hwang Hyunjin? What would the most popular kid in school want with a person that was kind of on the nerdy side, like you? What he’s about to hear will get him very surprised.

“y/n, go on a date with me” says Hyunjin and the whole school goes silent.Jisung’s hand stays midair and it can be seen all around his face how much he was panicking at that exact moment. Jisung breaths in as he also waits for your answer, but as he pays attention more to your expressions he already knows what your answer will be. The slight bite of your lip, the way you played with your fingers all showed how you would actually say yes, he knew you too well. “Y-yes” you say silently and Hyunjin smiles. “Okay then! I’ll pick you up on Friday, at 7pm” he says and leaves as quickly as he came. 

Jisung feels as if an arrow went through his chest. Why Hwang Hyunjin out of all people? He was so tall and pretty, he knew he wasn't a match to him. He couldn't just accept this though, he had to do something. He had to do something and he had to do it fast. There was a problem though, he definitely couldn't do it face to face, so he had to find another way. And then an idea comes to mind. He remembers the movie you two watched the other day. Letters. That was the plan. After school, when only the kids on duty would be there, he would tiptoe to your locker and silently, put the letter in it. 

And that's what he did. After classes ended, he said goodbye to his dear friends and when the school seemed almost empty, he went close to your locker.

"What are you doing?" Jisung hears someone say behind him and with how nervous he is, he somehow manages to hit his head on the locker while trying to put the letter in it quickly, before turning around to see an unamused Seungmin looking at him with a book in his arm, probably headed towards the library. As expected from the class president, always being annoying and having to appear at the worst times ever. It's not that he didn't like him, it was just that… He shouldn't be there at this time.

"Hey Seungmin, I'm… Good, how are you?" he answers back, a forced smile on his face, as he already feels himself starting to sweat, trying to find a way to get rid of him. His plan was definitely not going the way he wanted to.

"That's y/n's locker right? And what's with that letter?" Seungmin asks even though he already knows what's happening. He wants to laugh at the boy in front of him but he contains himself, as he knows that Jisung might have a breakdown at the state he is currently at. "Let me help you. I'll make sure nothing dumb like this ever happens"

"How come you aren't taking Hyunjin's side?" Jisung says, a little amused by the offer.

"Honestly, Hyunjin might have the looks and the brains, but you have the heart so you win that one" says Seungmin without really thinking about it much, the answer obvious to him.

"I don't know if I should be happy or offended but anyways, thanks for the offer, I appreciate it" Jisung says and smiles at him. “Even if I don’t know how you even know I like them”

“Are you kidding me?” answers Seungmin stopping at his tracks. “You were painfully obvious, I’m really shocked how they didn’t notice that themselves. I’m shocked at how I didn’t even see you once drool, I swear you were about to when they…”

“Okay, enough! I got it, it was obvious, can we please stop this?” says Jisung scratching the back of his head. Was he actually that obvious? he bites his lip in thought. What if you actually noticed and didn’t do anything cause you didn’t actually want to be anything more than friends? He shakes his head to get these thoughts out of it. There’s no backing away now, not when he already had put a well thought letter into your locker.

"So… What are you going to do when they get the letter tomorrow?" Asks Seungmin, as they walk back in class, getting him out of his thoughts.

"I don't know… Faint?" Says Jisung and Seungmin would almost hit him, if he didn't have in mind his good reputation. "I didn't write much though, it will be more in the next letter". 

"I'll talk to them then, and see what they think.  And you just… Relax weirdo, you'll get caught that way".

The next day you arrive as normal at school, kinda early as always, as you loved walking in the morning breeze and of course there was no reason to run towards class when you take your time and enjoy the chilly mornings. You open your locker and something falls on the floor. You pick it up and you open it and proceed to read it:

Dear y/n,

you’re surprised aren’t you? I know this is kinda sudden and this was kinda urgent for my side as well. I would reach out to you sooner, orI would make a move spooner but it’s fair to say that I was a coward. But as the circumstances are right now, I have to move fast. Let’s say I’ve had feelings for you for a long time, I’ve always been looking out for you and taking care of you. I’ve tried too hard to get rid of the feelings for the sake of you, but it was too hard. A new letter will reach you soon, please anticipate it

–your secret admirer

A secret admirer? That was new for sure. And why now out of all times? As you go to crumble and throw away the letter, you feel a hand on your shoulder.

“I wouldn’t do this if I was you. This somehow seems important, don’t you want to know who this is from?” you turn around and see no other than Kim Seungmin, looking at you straight in the eyes.

“Seungmin? Were you reading this all this time? Why are you here? Do you know who this is from?” you say looking around to spot any abnormal activity around you. You miss the way Jisung turns to hide behind a big column on your right. He feels his knees giving out as he waits for Seungmin to return and finally tell him what’s happening. 

After a few minutes he feels a hand on his shoulder and he would scream if he didn’t know who it was. He stands up and clears his throat as he turns to talk to his friend.

“What happened?” he says, looking at him with anticipation as they walk back in class. Seungmin laughs as he looks at him, he didn’t want to admit it, but he liked Jisung’s courage, it made him happy to see him finally take that step and do a favor to everyone and confess.

“It went good, they’re keeping the letter… And they also said they’ll do a little investigation whatever that means” says Seungmin getting in class. He notices Jisung isn’t next to him and turns around and notices the poor boy by the side of the class’ entrance, his hands on his hair, with a panicked look on his face. He runs to him to bring him back in his senses.

“You know what that means? They’ll call me. Tonight. To ask me what I think. What do I do Seungmin? I’ll screw everything up” Jisung yells, now grabbing Seungmin’s biceps and it would be wrong to say that Seungmin wasn’t scared by the look on Jisung’s face.

“You’ll act your normal self, that’s what you gotta do” says Seungmin and Jisung curses himself for even putting himself through all of this.

“What did you do with the second letter by the way?” asks Seungmin looking at him.

“Ohh, the letter? I put it somewhere safe that I know they'll open at home”.

And that’s what happens. As you open your school bag, and take out all of your books, you spot at the very bottom of your bag an envelope similar to the one you got in the morning. You gasp as you understand what it is, quickly picking up your phone, calling your most trusty friend. After a few seconds he picks it up.

“What do you want this late loser?” he says with his usual tone and you laugh hearing the smile that you know he has on his face.

“Nothing special, just… I’ve been getting those letters lately? I just got the second one and I wanted to read it with you” you say and hold your phone close to ear, with the help of your shoulder, as you try to open the letter.

Jisung gulps as he hears you say that. Just exactly as he expected, you call him to ask about this. He should have figured it out before earlier that this would happen, there wasn’t anyone that you trusted more than him after all.

“I’ll read it out now” you say and start reading out loud:

Dear y/n 

Just as I told you, I’m back with another letter. I hope I don’t seem weird or anything by letting those letters for you. I really didn’t have any way to show you my feelings for you. Too shy to talk to you about this and a little too much of a  coward to even face you. I hope these silly letters reach your heart and you give me a chance. You shine so much that my heart can’t take it, I’ve tried many times to voice my feelings, but I was without a voice, as if the world would end if I finally let them out. Stupid right? You’re probably wondering who this weirdo who is leaving letters like these for you is so I left a little hint for you at the end of the letter. Expect my last letter very soon.

–your secret admirer

Jisung feels his stomach turn as he hears you read the word he himself wrote for you. It actually sounded way more childish and cringy than he intended it to be, now that you were actually reading it out loud. He desperately wanted the world to open up and swallow him alive, that’s how much embarrassed he was.

“You’re hearing this, right? Me. Having a secret admirer, I wasn’t expecting something like this to happen” you laugh as you say this and Jisung feels himself getting sweaty, trying to control his nervous self and show how professional he was with his feelings (which was totally not but whatever).

“Ha ha, yeah! you’re right” he says super awkwardly and closes his eyes as he sighs, trying to calm himself, before continuing “You’ll just wait till the next letter, right?” he says and bites his lip as he waits for your answer.

“Of course, I have to find out who this is, they clearly went out of their way for me, I should know… Oh?”. You look inside the envelope again now and you spot a picture of a flower, a beautiful, full bloomed lilac bush. What’s that supposed to mean?

“What is it?” he says just as quickly, even if he already knows what it is.

“It’s a lilac bush, just like the one I have in my backyard, you know, the purple one?” you say and think about harder, but nothing comes to mind. “I don’t really understand, does that flower have any meaning?” you and Jisung sighs as he sees that you didn’t figure out everything.

“I have no clue, why don’t you search for it later?” he says and you think about it “will do, for sure”.

And the next day comes and that finds Jisung asking Seungmin what his great plan was for his final letter.

"So… What's the plan for the last letter, big brained boy?" says Jisung with a smile, as he nudges Seungmin's shoulder and the other boy makes a disgusted face at him but answers anyways.

"I've actually recruited a friend to drop the letter under their front door," says Seungmin and Jisung starts panicking again.

"Wait what? I can't trust a stranger with such an important thing, why not me and you?" says Jisung stubbornly and Seungmin just wants to hit his own head on the wall.

"And what if they are near the door, notice the letter and run out, only to see me or you close to it? Wouldn't that be suspicious?" he says and Jisung starts sulking, understanding what his friend is saying. "And Jeongin is very trustworthy, you have nothing to worry about"

You on the other end, are on edge. You keep out for your secret admirer around you. You check your purse all the time, your locker, your soundings at all times, hoping you'll spot something out of the ordinary and finally find out who that person was and end this painful journey that was giving you too much curiosity. 

"Stop looking like that everyone around you, there's no way you'll find out something like that, and you're scaring everyone around you" Jisung says as he spots you at the end of school at your locker. "Still no sign of the admirer?" he says and you sigh.

"Yeahh, still no sign. I thought I would have already gotten one by now, I wonder if something is wrong" you say biting your lip.

"I bet there's nothing wrong, they may have a different plan in mind" he says and you both walk towards your homes. He's nervous, he hopes the friend Seungmin gave his letter will actually do a good job and make sure the letter will reach you safely… And in time. The date you had with Hyunjin was so close, if the letter didn't arrive in time, that would probably be a huge problem for Jisung.

You arrive at home in no time. You throw your bag at the ground and quickly take your jacket off, and then flop on the couch as you start thinking again about everything that's happening. From Hyunjin sudden confession to the also very sudden secret admirer. The timing seemed interesting, why now? Whoever was it, you wanted to congratulate that person for their courage, you know, you wouldn't be able to do something like that if you were in their place, since you were also keeping your feelings to yourself.

A sudden rustling to your door takes you out of your thoughts and as you look towards it, you spot a new envelope. Stand up quickly, grab your keys and your envelope, and run out of your apartment, only to see a person running away, but too far for you to reach it. You open hurriedly the envelope to read the letter:

Dear y/n 

It's me again and today I'm finally putting an end to journey. So this is… Jisung. You're surprised right? I'm sorry for being such a coward and doing this this way. I just wanted you to know, even if it is late, even if in the end you don't choose me at the end that to me, it has always been you. You're probably wondering why now right? Well, the other day I saw how Hyunjin confessed to you and all I could think of was how stupid I was all this time. How I could be more daring and finally make you mine. And I always kept on pushing back "I'm glad I'm just their friend" was a thought I always had in my mind but the truth was that in the back of my mind I always wanted more. I wanted to hold you, be the one to take care of you for once, and not the other way around. I know it is selfish to do this now, but please forgive me, I didn't want to give you up, I wanted to fight for you, even if I was defeated in the end, it would all be worth it. You're also probably wondering why the flower. I remember the day we planted together that little bush because you wanted a more unique flower in your garden. Funnily enough this beautiful flower means first love, did you know that? You were mine actually. I still remember how I finally figured out my feelings for you while we watched that beautiful sunrise at that little hillside by my house, I remember my heart skipping a beat when I turned to you look at you and the purple and magenta colors illuminated at your face and knew at that time, that was in deep. And since that time my heart was colored a bright rose color whenever I thought of you. Every time I see that little bush bloom, I remember how much I wanted to give you these flowers and finally open my heart to you but I was always scared to do so and I deeply regret till this day. If you decide to actually choose me, I will be at the same hillside, waiting for you.

You're truly, Jisung

And you run… You run full speed towards that idiot friend of yours. You were almost in tears, how did you not notice how nervous he was? Or the flowers? You should have known… What Jisung didn't know was that you felt bad about it too. You felt bad for not taking the first step. For not getting to him first. What Jisung didn't know was that the reason you didn't date before was because of him. Why date when you had Han Jisung by your side? The reason you actually accepted Hyunjin's confession was so you could try and yourself to stop loving your best friend, feeling guilty for your feelings.

You reach the hill and here he is, his back turned to you. You run to him and back hug him, your left arm going around his waist.

“You big idiot, why go through all of this just so you can confess, all you needed to do is to just straight up come to me and I would choose you without any hesitation”

Jisung laughs as hears you, feeling relieved and a strange kind of joy he didn't think he'd feel. Your right hand comes around his waist as well, and that's where he spots it. A light purple lilac, from the same bush you two planted, years ago. He starts laughing at the flower and you laugh with him.

"Did you actually know that this means new beginnings as well?"

(a/n: I have loads of fun writing this, I hope people will enjoy it, don't forget to leave a review heh)

[keity-devil]

@breathlessmorro I said I will do it, I did it. [I have 2 more. But, they are not very good (maybe not yet), I am not sure even with this one.]. But Enjoy!

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The Closet

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"Hey, did anyone see Morro?"

Kai had been looking for him for several hours. He told himself at first that maybe he went to get some air, as he usually did when he wanted to be alone, but it was already too long if that was true. He was nowhere in the Monastery, and worries arose.

"No. Why?" Cole answered, stopping the video game.

"Hey!!" Jay yelled at him.

"I can't find it anywhere." He ignored Jay's outraged scream. "And one of my hoodie is gone too. I think Morro took it. ...Again." It didn't bother him, he thought it was cute that Morro had this tick to take his hoodie, especially since Kai's clothes are a little bigger and wider than Morro's body.

"No, sorry buddy. I didn't see him." Jay restarts the game. "Hey! It's not fair." Cole yells at him.

"What you did before wasn't- HA! I won!!"

Kai rolled his eyes and left the room.

'Where can he be? Master Wu didn't see him either. And yet, he is calm about it.'

Kai enters Morro's room again. He hoped he might be back or find something. Kai step slowly inside. Everything seemed in its place. However, there was something. The door to Morro's closet was slightly open. He went to her. When he opened it...

"Morro?!" Kai had found him. In the closet.

"O-oh.. Hey, Kai." Morro said slightly embarrassed. Kai noticed that Morro was wearing his missing hoodie.

"Hey, hey. Are you okay?" It wasn't a good sign. He sat down at his level.

"Yes.. yes. Yes I am. Mhm."

Kai had taken his hands in his. "You are cold."

"Yes? When am I not?" Some of his black hair had fallen out in front of him.

"Yeah.. And what are you doing in the closet?! I've been looking for you all day!"

"Uh... I was, arranging my clothes?"

"Sitting in the closet? No chance."

Morro was silent, looking down. Kai had time to analyze his face, but it was slightly dark, so the chances were small.

"Come out of the closet." He said calmly.

Morro came out, and then he saw.

"You cried. And it looks like you didn't get much sleep. Why?"

"Hm? Oh no, no, no. I didn't... cry." He tried to smile.

"Don't lie to me. It's obvious on your face that it is. What happened?"

Morro stared blankly. "Nothing happened."

"Don't lie to me-" The missing hoodie was thrown in front of his face. "Morro!"

"What?! I gave it back to you!"

"I didn't ask for that. What's wrong with you?! You don't usually throw it at me like that or give it to me voluntarily. Normally I should run after you to get it back or something. What's bothering you?"

"Nothing is bothering me." He told him tightly.

"You're lying, again. You know you can't lie to me. I know your personality."

Morro looked at him, but not in his eyes as he usually did. Morro turned to take his black jacket from the chair by the window, and passed Kai as he left the room. One could hear the footsteps of the Wind Master become a run. Kai was confused, and he was already worried even more.

"What the hell happened?"

He looked around, trying to think what might have bothered Morro to behave like that. This was interrupted by a small strip of loose plastic. He went back to the door, it was Lloyd, who had opened a candy.

"Lloyd!" The blonde stopped walking at the sound of his name.

"Oh, hey Kai." Hee greets him with a smile.

"Hey. You went to the store with Morro last night, didn't you?"

"Yeah?? Why?"

"He's acting weird."

"Weird in the sense that he doesn't know how to use almost any means of technology?"

"No. Not in that weird sense, Lloyd."

"Okay. Explain."

"I found him in the closet today, with my hoodie on. And he threw it in my face! Morro didn't give it to me willingly or threw it in front of me! And on his face it was obvious that he cried and didn't sleep last night. And he didn't look me in the eye either. Did something happen outside yesterday? "

Lloyd was trying to figure out if anything was happening yesterday as he processed what Kai had just told him.

"..Oh..." Lloyd said after a while. One of shock and a wave of sadness in him.

"What?!"

"Uh.. Did you remember a few weeks or days ago those guys who bonded with you two because you're together?"

"Yes. I wanted to set them on fire there."

"Well, we met with them yesterday. And... they kind of bonded to Morro." He took a short break. "Let's just say the words got to him harshly."

"What kind of words?"

"Uh.."

"Lloyd, say it. I want to help him. And he won't tell me anything. You know how stubborn he can be. So please, tell me EVERYTHING that happened."

"Okay. Well..."

~~ - ~~

"Oh, look who's here. The Man of the Dead."

"I think you're kidding.." Morro said angrily.

"Oh, I see you're not with the guy in the red. Did he leave you?"

"Not at all. Now leave." Morro replied, smiling angrily.

"But I just came!" He approach Morro. "And you have nothing to be here. You're dead."

"Hey. Leave." Lloyd said firmly.

The guy ignores the blonde. "Maybe who knows, he lets you be with him just for 'fun'. And in reality, he doesn't want you. I mean seriously, who would want a former ghost who cursed a city and traumatized his best friend, Like a boyfriend? I certainly don't. And I don't think He will. I bet he's still dating that red-haired, hot girl, Skylor. Hm? Don't you think so?"

Morro felt his hands tremble. He didn't know if the jealousy or the harsh words that made him self-esteem in this relationship would slowly evaporate. His heart was pounding. His eyes were still on the guy. He showed no sign of weakness.

"I'm sure he'll leave you with the next mistake you make." With that, they left laughing.

Lloyd looked at Morro. "Hey, don't listen to them. They just want to fill your mind with nonsense. Kai cares about you. He wouldn't use you, hurt you or cheat. You know that."

Morro smiled at Lloyd, a slightly fake one. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right. Now come on, I promised you a bag of candy."

"Oh yes!!" Lloyd remembered his promise.

However, Morro's mind kept thinking about what was thrown in front of him.

~~ - ~~

Kai looked at Lloyd as if he were a ghost or something.

"WHAT?!"

"Easy! Calm, calm." Lloyd could see the fire burning between Kai's fingers.

"I am CALM."

"You don't... see that much." Kai wanted to leave, but Lloyd took his hand. "Before you make a fool of yourself, especially since you're nervous, calm down and think clearly before you do or say anything, especially to Morro. You two are like two burning matches that ran into gasoline."

Kai took a few deep breaths. "I'm calm. Can I leave now?"

"After drinking water. COLD, water."

"You're kidding- Ok. O K."

Lloyd followed Kai into the kitchen. The blonde looked at him intently. He knew Kai's character a lot, if he didn't calm him down now, a big fire would come out.

"Now I can?" He asked more calmly.

Lloyd smiled briefly. "Yes."

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Morro was on the roof of the Monastery. The wind was beginning to spin around him. A cold, hard wind that made his hands cold.

'Maybe they're right. I'm a former villain and a ex-ghost! Kai is the good guy here. Eventually everything will end.. No..? Or you'll find someone worthy of you. Maybe he's already found one. Skylor.. Why I am alive?'

Kai had found him quickly this time. He climb carefully on the roof. He could feel the cold wind almost taking his breath away.

"Morro." Kai said his name calmly. "I know what happened last night when you went shopping with Lloyd."

The brunette didn't say a word or move. Kai's footsteps came closer until he reached him. He sit.

"Hey. Everything those guys said is completely false. Clear? I wouldn't leave you, seriously. They don't know you, I do."

Kai had taken his hand in his. It was cold. Kai took the other one as well. He had used his powers to warm them, but the wind was still cold and strong. He knew he wouldn't be able to warm him up like that.

"Calm down. Forget everything they said." Kai told him. He tried to get an answer, but everything seemed to be in vain.

Kai lit a small flame in his hand. Morro looked at her for a few seconds, and a small gust of wind had appeared beside her, causing her to move.

"I'm sorry..." Morro said. "Just.. what they said was true. I shouldn't be here. I was a ghost! What am I looking for a living again?"

"A new chance at life." Kai told him. The flame in his hand grew larger. "That's why. And I won't let you go."

"Pfft- am I caught in the net?"

"Bet you are." Morro leaned his head on Kai's shoulder. The gust of wind had caused the fire to explode, leaving small sparks to disintegrate in the air. Kai's hand reached into his partner's black hair like the void. "Your hair is annoyingly long."  Kai told him.

"Heh.. you know why I let him grow."

"Yeah, yeah I know. To piss me off more." In fact, he really liked Morro's hair, he could do a lot with it.

"Bingo."

The wind, which had previously been cold and harsh, had turned into a pleasant, calm breeze.

"But I don't understand. Why did you hide in the closet?" Kai asked curiously.

"Oh, a little childhood habit. When I was little and Wu left me alone at the Monastery, there were times when I heard strange sounds that scared me. So I hid/sat in the closet until he got home. Heh, it was full of  blankets, so it was soft. I was sleeping there."

Kai said nothing. Now he had another new thing from Morro's life on his list.

"How about you don't try to kill those guys." Morro said suddenly.

"Why not? It's worth it."

"Kai. Cherry Bom, no. Not now."

"But when then? I'm sure we can make a human barbecue beyond the city."

"When they not expected." Morro rose to his feet, stepping forward. He reached the edge of the roof. Kai looked at him a little scared. Morro dropped.

"Morro!" Kai looked down. He expected to see something serious in red, but he had only seen a beginning of laughter.

"You just didn't think- Oh My!!" Morro laughed when he saw his partner's expression. It floated lightly in the air with the help of the wind. He touched the ground behind his feet.

"I'll catch you and mess with you for that!!" Kai jumped off the roof, running after Morro. "I hate you!!"

"I love you just as much!" He yelled at Kai as he picked up speed.

[waynedunlaptheorgandonor]

hey so “find me” dropped on premiere and i just watched it, so you know what that means??

it’s review time!

(super rambly as usual) spoilers under the cut

before i say anything, let me say, IT’S FINE, Y’ALL. as predicted. people are gonna be dramatic bc there are daryl/leah scenes, but like...we been knew? and some of them were rly important caryl-wise. (tbh, the episode was kind of boring and just a set-up for other stuff, lmfao)

okay, review:

opening credits, which i think most of us have already seen, were cute. obvi there was some weird tension with daryl that leads to the coming-to-a-head thing at the end, but their banter is still cute af

they went fishing and daryl’s reaction to carol was adorable, and there’s an important parallel later on, so bookmark this

similarly, there’s an important parallel to carol’s “the dead catch up to us eventually”/daryl’s “i ain’t gonna let it”, so bookmark that, too

dog is the instigator for the flashbacks, so if you wanna blame anyone, blame him. he races to the cabin, which for some reason daryl, who spent five years in this forest, seemed surprised to see? didn’t you literally map out that whole area, my dude? whatever

cue flashback!

i might have the scene order mixed up, but i think it starts with daryl being all sad by himself, and then dog as a puppy shows up and he’s like “!!! a dog!!!” which is v cute, and then he runs back off. we don’t meet leah yet

we see carol and daryl having a conversation while standing on opposite sides of a river for no reason except to probably symbolize distance or maybe covid, lol. the conversation basically goes:

carol: things are different

daryl: yeah

carol: how long are you gonna be out here?

daryl: -shrug emoji-

carol: i get why you’re out here, and i’d join you if things weren’t...

daryl: different

carol: yeah

daryl: yeah. anyway, it’s gonna rain, and also i’m having emotions, so ttyl

the end

at some point we see daryl sitting with an extremely unhappy face while it pours rain on him in the dark, and i want that as a reaction gif IMMEDIATELY 

also the rain destroys his “where in the world is rick grimes?” map, which makes him v upset and scream-y, and we get the idea that he might be going a bit bonkers being all alone looking for a dead (or, ig, kidnapped by helicopter) man

in present day carol finds the note, and is like “oh dunk, she lived here??” so she knew about leah, and daryl’s like, “i already told you everything,” and carol’s like, “no you didn’t,” so we go back to flashbacks (but i’m still not sure what parts carol didn’t already know?? whatever, it’s not that important)

i’m just gonna hit the highlights of the flashbacks bc they were not that thrilling:

first time daryl meets leah the dog leads him to her cabin, and leah ties him to a chair and holds a gun to his head being like, “what are you doing on my land?” bc apparently you can claim whole forests during the apocalypse, and daryl says very little, and eventually she lets him go

next time dog finds daryl and he brings her back and leah is like, “the dog likes you” and they’re kinda flirty, and then daryl says very little and leaves

next time daryl is surrounded by walkers and leah shows up and helps and they hide in a tree and are awkwardly close to each other and daryl cannot handle the close physical contact so when the walkers pass he says very little except to tell her to never come back again, lmfao

the next flashback is my favorite bc daryl just fucking

goes to leah’s cabin and throws a fish at the door???

i laughed for ten years

he throws a fucking fish and then stands there for a minute like “is she gonna notice that i gave her a fish??” like, no, dumbass, you didn’t even knock, you just threw a fucking fish at her fucking door, what is wrong with you??

no wonder it’s taken him and carol so long if he thinks throwing fish at people is a smooth move. boy has NO fucking game

anyway, leah gets him back by finding him and throwing the fish at his head, being like, “wtf, don’t throw fish on my porch?” which, fair, leah

IMPORTANT CARYL PARALLEL (from here on out known as “caryllels”) #1: so earlier i mentioned the carol fish thing, and apparently the same thing happened with leah, where she speared a fish on her first try and daryl was like “tf?” v blatant “we are supposed to be thinking about carol and daryl’s relationship during this scene” sort of thing

leah’s backstory is bland. had a family, they got eaten or disappeared or something. she, her adopted son, and dog’s mom got away, but the kid was bit, and died the same day dog was born, bc ig when god closes one door, he replaces your dead son with a puppy, or however the idiom goes

ONLY PART THAT GOT ME LEGIT EMOTIONAL: 

leah asked daryl who he lost, and he says, “my brother”

asklfdjaslfdjskl

god i miss rick

i hated rick for so long and now i miss him so much

but i digress

IMPORTANT CARYLLEL #2: leah and daryl have the same “the dead get you eventually”/”i ain’t gonna let it” conversation as caryl had earlier, only daryl is playing the role of carol in this scenario, so again we’re supposed to be comparing the two relationships. lemme get through the rest of the summary and then i’ll tell you my opinion on what that means

fuck what even happens next?

i have these out of order bc they were all the fucking same, but the two of them get closer, and there is the vaguest suggestion of sex ever. you literally only see daryl’s hand

then jump-cut to them sitting at the table being emo, ig bc daryl was gonna go back to look for rick for a bit, and leah is like “who do you belong with? your brother you won’t stop looking for? your family that you left? [side note: that seemed rather pointed, like, “hey hoe, you abandoned your family, that was kind of a dick move”] or me?” and he says he doesn’t know, and she’s like “yeah you do, now choose”

jump-cut to caryl scene where carol finds him at the river and says that she won’t be visiting as much, and daryl’s like “k” and they have a brief argument where daryl’s all snippy, like, “what? do you want my permission for you to move on with your life? i’m not still emo about the fact that you’re moving on with your life, and i also don’t think it’s contextually significant that every time you show up in my flashbacks you explicitly mention that you’re married and have a kid,” and carol is like, “bro, you need to Get Your Shit Together and come home”

jump-cut to daryl having what i’m assuming is an epiphany that carol/fam have all moved on while he was out being emo, and so he decides to go be with leah, except, plot twist! she’s gone. the picture of her and her son is gone, but dog is still there. daryl leaves the note, which says, “i belong with you, find me”

for those freaking out about the wording about the note, may i remind you that she specifically asked, “do you belong x, x, or with me?” so he was just answering the question

aaaaaand back to present day

carol is like, “what do you think happened to her?” and daryl is all -shrug emoji-, and then she’s like, “...do you think she might have just...you know...left?” and daryl gets rull offended, which was kind of funny

(she probably just left, bud)

carol tells daryl to stop thinking that when people leave it’s bc of him, and connie’s name gets thrown into the mix, and daryl gets a “oh here we fucking go” look on his face, and it sets him off

he said basically what we were already spoiled for. “you just want to run, you don’t know when to stop, i shouldn’t have taken you off the boat bc you still just want to run” etc

and carol looks fucking HEARTBROKEN, which hurt me, and she goes into the other room and we end the episode with daryl staring forlornly out of the window 

the end

okay

so quick analysis

i think the significance of this episode is supposed to be so we have an understanding of why daryl is suddenly so !teamfamily, and !teamfuture, and how badly he wants carol to be there with him. at one point, one of them even says, “this isn’t about leah, or connie,” or anyone but the two of them. the title “find me” feels significant, bc the whole episode is daryl grappling with where he’s supposed to go, and what his purpose is, and by the end, he says to carol, “i know where i belong,” (implying, with her and the fam), pulling us full-circle. in the first flashback onward he is lost, but by the end he is found -cue amazing grace-

daryl and leah were flirty, but to me it felt very much like something that was just being used as daryl character development. we barely got anything that juicy between the two of them (except the fish throwing thing, that was amazing), and i still don’t think that it would make any sense, regardless of the showrunner, to pair daryl up with some rando after having so many other choices that people would have preferred. i don’t think we’re meant to #endgame ship it, so much as we are supposed to be like, “oh, ok, daryl learned the power of family and stability and leveled up, -you know what that is? growth gif-” as a result, i literally have no idea what leah’s role is gonna be in s11, but i don’t think it’ll be a huge plot point

so now we firmly know where daryl stands. he is all about moving forward, not looking back, and doing the best he can, and he’s frustrated bc when he took carol off the boat he wanted her to be in the same place as him so that they could grow together, but she wasn’t and isn’t there yet

so my guess is that what’s next for carol’s storyline is her reaching that same zen-level daryl’s at

once they’re both there, then they get to ride off into the sunset and make passionate love under the moon casting shadows over the vast desert wasteland 

whew

anyway

tl;dr: idk, episode was fine, if not kinda boring. lots of caryllels. can i go back to writing my vietnam war au now? 

the end

(stay hype, stan kang, and get daryl to call carol sweetheart 2k21),

-diz

[wynnakang]

valentine’s day short: sparks fly

As a celebration for hitting 500 followers, I decided to write a short story for one of the ROs! I asked the ItS discord to vote, and K won. So here’s a hopefully cute, slightly bittersweet piece with both Kylian and Kiara under the cut. ✨

Also a very happy lunar new year to everyone who celebrates! 💕

KYLIAN

“So let me get this straight,” Kylian says.

I cut him off before he can continue. “It really isn’t that difficult to grasp, you know,” I say earnestly, widening my eyes at him. “I need a date for tomorrow. And you’re free!” Setting my cup of ice cream down, I touch the tip of my index fingers together and tilt my head at him with a knowing grin. “I’ll let you connect the dots.”

He eyes my connected fingers judgmentally. “You want me to be your date,” he deadpans.

“Exactly,” I grin, relaxing my hands and turning back to the more important task at hand--eating my ice cream. “So, what do you say?”

“You want me to be your date. Fake date,” he amends.

“Well yes, that goes without saying.”

Kylian sighs. “What’s in it for me?”

“My undying love and gratitude?” I suggest.

Not that he didn’t already have them. He just doesn’t seem to know it. It’s a good thing Kylian is so handsome, because he has to be an idiot to not realise I’m still completely head over heels for him.

A cocky smirk tugs at his lips, and he wrinkles his nose dismissively. “Yeah, try again.”

“I’ll buy you lunch?” I plead.

“Five lunches, all above twenty bucks, and one of them has to be at a Star Wars themed restaurant,” he counters, and my jaw drops, outraged.

“Come on, Kylian! Help a friend in need!”

“Fine. Three lunches.” His shit-eating grin widens, and I glare at him.

“Forget it,” I grumble, pulling my phone out of my pocket. “I’ll just swipe right on Tinder and hope for the best.”

Kylian laughs, nudging me lightly with his shoulder. “I’m messing with you.” He winks at me, a simple gesture that sets off a fluttering in my stomach. Stupid butterflies. And stupid, gorgeous, sea-green eyes that never fail to make me weak, even after all these years. “Of course I’ll do it. When is it? And what event is this?”

I clear my throat. “A reunion among my graduating class.”

It’s not a particular event I’m even looking forward to. The only reason why I even asked Kylian was because it’s happening the next day and I’d already bought the ticket for my date, who bailed on me last minute like the nice person he said he was on his Tinder profile--not.

His forehead creases in confusion at my answer. “You have to bring a date to those?”

I sigh morosely. God, this is so embarrassing to explain. “I had a date lined up. Now I don’t, and I have a spare ticket.”

The confusion morphs into sympathy. It softens the edges of his face as he gazes at me, and my heart stutters lightly in my chest. “What happened to them?” he asks lightly.

My lips twist. “Bailed on me.”

Kylian scoffs. “The idiot.”

I point my spoon at him. “Thank you! He doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.”

He laughs, the rich sound echoing around the confines of the tiny ice cream parlour, somehow sweeter than the ice creams we are both eating. The laugh tapers off as he grins at me, wicked and mirthful, eyes sparkling with a mischievous gleam that always precedes anytime he gets up to no good.

“So, what can I expect from this reunion?” he asks idly.

“Some old classmates we have to make small talk with, but all the cake you can eat,” I promise. “Oh, and booze.”

He nods slowly, thoughtfully. “I do like cake.”

“You’ll get to enjoy my delightful company too,” I remind him.

“Mm, should have let that out of your pitch--ow! I’m joking!” He complains, dodging me as I try to shove him with my shoulder. “I already agreed, didn’t I?”

“Idiot,” I grumble without any heat, before squinting at his face.

“You got some ice cream on your mouth,” I say, and I lean in without thinking to get a better look.

“I got it--,” he lets out a sharp breath as I lean forward. My eyes flick up to meet his, and I feel my mouth go dry.

We’re so close, close enough that the sea green of Kylian’s eyes are a galaxy, a supernova of blues and flecks of gold stardust. The sharp contours of his cheekbones are thrown into relief by the harsh light, and the dark hair falls over his forehead in an almost effortless way--the same effortless way in which he’d stolen my heart.

It feels like an eternity, the many years of longing squeezed into a few seconds. The words I’ve never been able to say on the tip of my tongue, the urge to map the delicate planes of his face with my fingers a flame-fuelled want that continues to grow--

But then his expression shutters, shattering the moment, and he flicks his gaze back to the now slowly melting ice cream. My heart sinks, the tiniest pang of disappointment fluttering in my chest before I too shove a lid on those feelings, turning away from him.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow, then?” I ask quickly, hoping to move past that moment...or whatever it was that just passed between both of us. An awkward dance that happens sometimes, little stumbles in the otherwise well choreographed waltz that is our friendship.

“Sure,” he says softly, and we don’t speak anymore after that.

I told him how I felt about him before, and he turned me down once. I know I can’t go down that road again, to put the pieces of my broken heart back together and find the strength in me to settle on being just friends.

At the same time, I just can’t stay away from him. Like moths drawn to a flickering flame, I somehow find myself seeking him out in ways I know I shouldn’t. This fake date is a prime example.

But maybe I can pretend. At least for a few hours, that his heart belongs to me.

KIARA 

“So let me get this straight,” Kiara says.

I cut him off before she can continue. “It really isn’t that difficult to grasp, you know,” I say earnestly, widening my eyes at her. “I need a date for tomorrow. And you’re free!” Setting my cup of ice cream down, I touch the tip of my index fingers together and tilt my head at him with a knowing grin. “I’ll let you connect the dots.”

She eyes my connected fingers judgmentally. “You want me to be your date,” she deadpans.

“Exactly,” I grin, relaxing my hands and turning back to the more important task at hand--eating my ice cream. “So, what do you say?”

“You want me to be your date. Fake date,” she amends.

“Well yes, that goes without saying.”

Kiara sighs. “What’s in it for me?”

“My undying love and gratitude?” I suggest.

Not that she didn’t already have them. She just doesn’t seem to know it. It’s a good thing Kiara is so beautiful, because she has to be an idiot to not realise I’m still completely head over heels for her.

A cocky smirk tugs at her lips, and she wrinkles her nose dismissively. “Yeah, try again.”

“I’ll buy you lunch?” I plead.

“Five lunches, all above twenty bucks, and one of them has to be at a Star Wars themed restaurant,” she counters, and my jaw drops, outraged.

“Come on, Kiara! Help a friend in need!”

“Fine. Three lunches.” Her shit-eating grin widens, and I glare at her.

“Forget it,” I grumble, pulling my phone out of my pocket. “I’ll just swipe right on Tinder and hope for the best.”

Kiara laughs, nudging me lightly with her shoulder. “I’m messing with you.” She winks at me, a simple gesture that sets off a fluttering in my stomach. Stupid butterflies. And stupid, gorgeous, sea-green eyes that never fail to make me weak, even after all these years. “Of course I’ll do it. When is it? And what event is this?”

I clear my throat. “A reunion among my graduating class.”

It’s not a particular event I’m even looking forward to. The only reason why I even asked Kiara was because it’s happening the next day and I’d already bought the ticket for my date, who bailed on me last minute like the nice person she said she was on her Tinder profile--not.

Her forehead creases in confusion at my answer. “You have to bring a date to those?”

I sigh morosely. God, this is so embarrassing to explain. “I had a date lined up. Now I don’t, and I have a spare ticket.”

The confusion morphs into sympathy. It softens the edges of her face as she gazes at me, and my heart stutters lightly in my chest. “What happened to them?” she asks lightly.

My lips twist. “Bailed on me.”

Kiara scoffs. “The idiot.”

I point my spoon at her. “Thank you! She doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.”

She laughs, the rich sound echoing around the confines of the tiny ice cream parlour, somehow sweeter than the ice creams we are both eating. The laugh tapers off as she grins at me, wicked and mirthful, eyes sparkling with a mischievous gleam that always precedes anytime she gets up to no good.

“So, what can I expect from this reunion?” she asks idly.

“Some old classmates we have to make small talk with, but all the cake you can eat,” I promise. “Oh, and booze.”

She nods slowly, thoughtfully. “I do like cake.”

“You’ll get to enjoy my delightful company too,” I remind her.

“Mm, should have let that out of your pitch--ow! I’m joking!” She complains, dodging me as I try to shove her with my shoulder. “I already agreed, didn’t I?”

“Idiot,” I grumble without any heat, before squinting at her face.

“You got some ice cream on your mouth,” I say, and I lean in without thinking to get a better look.

“I got it--,” she lets out a sharp breath as I lean forward. My eyes flick up to meet hers, and I feel my mouth go dry.

We’re so close, close enough that the sea green of Kiara’s eyes are a galaxy, a supernova of blues and flecks of gold stardust. The sharp contours of her cheekbones are thrown into relief by the harsh light, and her long dark hair frames her face in an almost effortless way--the same effortless way in which she’d stolen my heart.

It feels like an eternity, the many years of longing squeezed into a few seconds. The words I’ve never been able to say on the tip of my tongue, the urge to map the delicate planes of her face with my fingers a flame-fuelled want that continues to grow--

But then her expression shutters, shattering the moment, and she flicks his gaze back to the now slowly melting ice cream. My heart sinks, the tiniest pang of disappointment fluttering in my chest before I too shove a lid on those feelings, turning away from her.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow, then?” I ask quickly, hoping to move past that moment...or whatever it was that just passed between both of us. An awkward dance that happens sometimes, little stumbles in the otherwise well choreographed waltz that is our friendship.

“Sure,” she says softly, and we don’t speak anymore after that.

I told her how I felt about her before, and she turned me down once. I know I can’t go down that road again, to put the pieces of my broken heart back together and find the strength in me to settle on being just friends.

At the same time, I just can’t stay away from her. Like moths drawn to a flickering flame, I somehow find myself seeking her out in ways I know I shouldn’t. This fake date is a prime example.

But maybe I can pretend. At least for a few hours, that her heart belongs to me.

[of-house-atreides]

This article is breaking my brain

Have you read this article ?

TW: mentions of suicide and also I’m an angry petty bitch

Yes I know this article is from like three weeks ago but I just found it... and I have things to say.

I swear I can’t handle this anymore...

“But today, Loki steps out of his brother’s shadow”... to step in another one. It be the TVA or Sylvie, just... take your pick.

“resuming his role as the God of Mischief” um where? when?

The comedy part is debatable but fine, whatever... I must have missed the noir crime-thriller bit maybe it was between two scenes of Loki getting his ass kicked by literally everyone in this show.

Yeah you forgot that end-credit scene showing Loki alive and well in IW/Endgame.

And no, alternate/variant Loki doesn’t count, he’s not the same person/character.

Because of course when you think of Loki you instantly think his story should take place in a “bureaucratic nightmare” -

And why not hire competent experienced people for Multiverse of Madness and Loki? Is this Marvel’s way of telling us they don’t really care about these projects?

Kevin really said “no experienced writers on this project, let’s just hire whoever” - or maybe it’s a budget thing? Less experience means less zeros on the pay checks?

Wow, ok.

So not a fan of the movies nor a fan of the character, just a fan of the genre, that explains a lot...

“what was really important to me was stripping away all the fantastical elements” ... ?? I’m sorry?? What?? So removing all the fantastical elements from a show titled after who is supposed to be the main character who is a GOD and a prince from another realm/planet was what was important?? The Trickster God of Mischief, magic wielder, master of illusions NEEDED to be stripped from his FANTASTICAL ELEMENTS???

ffs

“find the heart of this story” - is the heart of this story Loki becoming best friends with his (mental and physical) torturer after what? 2 days? Was it falling in love with the ‘superior’ version of himself after only 13 hours together? I’m still looking for the heart of this story.

“what is the relatable message at the center?” - well apparently it’s ‘you can be a God and a warrior with magical powers but still get your ass kicked by literally everyone all the time and never use your strength and skills to fight back’. Or it’s the power of love, idk -

Oh wait, is it falling in love with the female version of himself? For a weird ‘love yourself’ metaphor? That must be it.

Or maybe it’s jet skis.

Ah yes, the ‘you can be good, actually’ message of this series that is so subtly presented to us...

They really missed the whole fucking point of Loki.

They missed it so bad they made him call himself a narcissist (which he isn’t btw).

For the record, Loki is a prince of Asgard who learnt one day he was adopted and in fact taken from one of Asgard’s worst enemies, the King of the Jotuns, aka Frost Giants “the monsters parents tell their children about at night”. He found out he was not only adopted but also abducted and not out of love. He feels not only betrayed but he thinks he understands now why Odin always favoured Thor and why he’d never have the same love from Odin that Thor has had his whole life. He thinks of himself as a monster and wants to be worthy of Odin’s love. So he tries to get it. And sure, he doesn’t do it in the best way, and yes, he is the villain of that story. But Loki isn’t a villain. He doesn’t like to make people suffer, he did it out of pain, out of hurt. The events in Avengers was after he was thoroughly tortured and coerced by Thanos to invade Earth. There is even a moment in the end when Thor asks him if he thinks this ‘madness would stop under his rule’ (or something along those lines) and he looks unsure and regretful. But due to the fear of Thanos and insecurity about himself (love is weakness or whatever) he keeps going. He redeems himself in Dark World, again in Ragnarok and yet again in IW and he was thrown in the trash for it.

Yes, Loki’s story is complex, but it really isn’t that complex... So maybe Loki is a “scared little boy” but his way of acting out makes sense and there’s a legitimate reason for it that was not explored in the show. And his backstory is probably what she called the “bells and the whistles”... 

“we literally delete his universe” - and apparently you deleted his personality too

“it’s a story of reinvention ... can Loki find goodness in himself?” - again, you’re missing the point. Loki is insecure, but not about his ability to do what’s right, but about whether or not he is worthy of love! Finding goodness within himself comes AFTER!

“Loki’s journey, to me, is really about acceptance of himself” - several questions here, um, first, what about himself does he need to accept? That he’s a Jotun? The show never mentions it. That he’s done bad shit and should forgive himself for it? Give him a reason to. Self-love doesn’t come after being mentally and physically tortured by some guy who acts like he’s your best friend after 2 days of working together and being yelled out that “he can be anyone he wants, even something good”.

Show, don’t tell, isn’t that the point of your job?? The job you begged for??

Loki’s journey should have been about self-love and no, falling in love with the female version of yourself (who keeps saying they have nothing in common (because they don’t!)) doesn’t count!

“a more mature and darker path” ...

well this is interesting... was making Loki a clown and the butt of every joke part of making the show mature and dark? Were the terrible attempts at humour? Him being beaten up every two seconds? Having him say lines he’d never say in a million years just to be funny but since it’s out of character for him it fails completely? Was making him incompetent and a complete idiot part of that attempt of making the show mature and dark?

Is that why there’s no magic? You cut off the magician so your show would be more “mature and dark”?

Having him cry every episode doesn’t make your show mature and dark.

Loki from Thor, Avengers, the Dark World and even IW is mature and dark. Your Loki from your series is just a pathetic clown.

“don’t give viewers the story they are expecting” - I personally wasn’t expecting any story, I just wanted Loki, you know, in this Loki series, supposedly all about Loki, and you guys couldn’t even do that.

So this is the author of the article speaking here, I’m guessing, and I think they’re giving a summary of the show so far, so let’s break this down:

“This is Loki as we’ve never seen him before” - I 100% agree -

“Stripped of his self-proclaimed majesty” - ok, first of all, Loki is a prince, that’s a fact, he didn’t make that up, and for the few years he was King of Asgard disguised as Odin, he seemingly did a great job, so...

“but with his ego still intact” - ah, yes, his ego, you know, because he’s such a narcissist... oh wait -

yes he has an ego, but he has a regal one, not misplaced entirely either - his ego in the show is basically him underestimating the TVA and Mobius (as well as the Time Keepers) - his ego is him getting offended by the variant: the ‘superior Loki’ - his ego in the show is used as a weapon to humiliate and belittle him.

“he faces consequences he never thought could happen to such a supreme being as himself” - he literally tried to k*ll himself in the first Thor - literally a result of his own actions - when he returned to Asgard in Dark World, he didn’t try to pretend he hadn’t fucked up. He didn’t try to hide what he had done (he tries to deny to Mobius in episode 2 that he was manipulating them at the fair) - he sacrifices himself in IW... but sure, Loki from the series is indeed surprised that he is powerless (even when he doesn’t need to/shouldn’t be)

“there is a lot of humour ... he is taken down a few pegs by the TVA” ... he is humiliated by the TVA - definitely not what we were expecting, I’ll give you that.

“sentenced to a lifetime of bureaucracy” - definitely did not expect that either

and here comes my favorite quote: “it’s a sad Loki without any mischief”

yes - yes - yes

that is a good summary of this goddamn show, a sad, pathetic, powerless Loki without any personality 

“fallen God” - yeah that’s definitely not what I was expecting either from the Loki series so good job on subverting expectations I guess...

“who is going to win out in this match between them?”

there is no match - Loki is powerless - he’s been turned into a pathetic docile harmless wet dog - Mobius literally mentally (episode 1 and 4) and physically (episode 4) tortures him, both time in an attempt to have Loki do his bidding - Loki is the dog and Mobius is the master - even when Loki ‘tries’ to manipulate him it fails because he’s underestimating them (by overestimating himself) - he uses obvious techniques to manipulate the TVA (episode 2) and nobody buys it because it’s not subtle at all! Loki is smarter than that, he is a TRICKSTER GOD FFS!

“there is an interesting dynamic between them that maybe you haven’t seen with Loki in the Marvel movies” - yeah, maybe there’s a reason for that... like... he wouldn’t... submit so easily... he’d be wary, cautious, cunning... he’d be... himself...

Sans déconner ?

It’s like whoever wrote the series didn’t actually know shit about Loki... like that wasn’t fucking obvious...

And those lectures were apparently done after the script was written so... again, no surprise there... we can see that

Well...

“we wanted the show to be imbued with mischief” vs “sad Loki without any mischief” choose your fighter

“Loki has this very sensitive, damaged, broken heart with an enormous capacity to feel emotion on the biggest scale.”

Are surprised that only Tom so far has portrayed and talked about Loki accurately?

“loneliness, sadness, anger and grief and loss”

I love this man.

I do wonder what Mr. Branagh thinks of the show...

I’m of the people who see a vulnerability beneath those layers of charm and playfulness. I love Loki because he’s smart and cunning and regal, and elegant and sophisticated. I love him cause at the end of the day, he just wants to be loved, and he deserves to be loved.

And in the end, the only Loki I can���t stand is the one from the series.

[jupitators-queen]

Get your crush || Choi Yeonjun

Summary: y/n and or nameless character happens to have things happening to her in a way that seems like a dream. The things happened seemed like they were in her imagination, cause why would her popular known crush notice her, but oh they’re a reality.

Word count: around 1.3k 

A/N: This is my first time posting on tumblr so bare with me, though it’s not my first time writing. I have a couple of stories on ‘wattpad’ and i thought “why not post some of my quick story ideas to tumblr?” so here we are after a long ass debate with myself. also, the mention of ‘she’ is just to give out the idea that there’s an extra person but they don’t have much relation to the story and i got lazy with coming up with names (hence why the reader is y/n) but lets not talk about that. I hope you enjoy my stories :)

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"I'll quickly go get it then i'll head out" I told myself after debating whether or not I should go back to class to get my pencil case. At first I got lazy cause I got plenty of pens and pencils back at home, but after I remembered my favorite pens being in my pencil case, I headed back to get it. As I got to the classroom I heard voices in there so I peeked to see who's in there. And to my displeasure 'she' was there with none other than 'Yeonjun' with her. Let's just say that I have developed a liking towards the boy for sometime now, but that's a story for some other time. She was known as one of the bad kids whom you shouldn't hang out with. As for her name ... It doesn't really matter here anyways; but all I know is that Yeonjun and her have a project together. Yeonjun on the other hand, was an amazing person. He was smart, hardworking, sporty (strong ;)) and nice but never a push over. If you don't like him, then you must be jealous of him, its one of the two. And I... Well I study hard, do my best and I mind my own business. She sat there writing down on some paper with her cigarette between her lips, with no care in the world. As if its not allowed to smoke in school. is she even real? She let out a puff bothering Yeonjun, so took away the cigarette from her with distress and irritation written all over his face. For a second, I thought he was going to smoke, but eventually he threw the item on the floor and stepped on it to turn it off. She simply eyed him then continued on with her work. Yeonjun looked up at the slightly opened door which made me jump and stumble backwards "I guess I'll just come back later" I quickly got up and rushed away. 3rd P.O.V : Yeonjun got up from working on this unpleasant project to see what happened to the person who was behind the door. Once he opened it fully, nobody was there. Confused, yeonjun went back to his seat shaking his head to shrug away the idea that a ghost might be there and continued focusing on working so he can finish his parts of the project faster. *end of 3rd P.O.V* My week went on at a very routinely pace. Go to school, have classes after classes, go back home, do work, sleep and repeat. I ended my weekend hoping that next week would be slightly different and hopefully feel lighter.

--- As I watched the teacher give the lecture absent mindedly, boredom was slowly taking over me, I can only hear my thoughts and my quiet breathing. Class ended with us assigned to do even more work, so I got straight to it. I looked up from my work because of some noise and chatter. I saw yeonjun standing there with his hands in his pockets and a small smile adoring his features. My heart did a little thing and I had to look away.

ugh if only i can have small conversations with him between classes... i can only dream.

My peace was soon ruined as one of the witches sitting a couple desks away,   decided to throw shade at me. I looked up at her, raised my eyebrow clearly irritated but she dismissed my expression and continued on. "Stop starring at him weirdo, he won't like you" she remarked as she laughed with her friends. I took in a deep breath as I ignored her once more. And honestly it was embarrassing that she said that while he's here.

I know i sometimes stare at him but not for too long cause i don’t want to be a creep.

"Pretending to not hear me loser? Yeah you're silent cause you know I was right" "hey stop it!" The whole class went dead silent once his voice was heard. why is he standing up for me? no he’s quite literally standing up. I stood up to go out of the room put got stopped mid way.

I turned around to see yeonjun behind me holding my wrist. Though his grip was quite firm, it was still gentle. nooo i don’t have time to get butterflies now!

My eyes went from starring at his hand on my wrist to his face. I had confusion written all over my face.

"Oho, I didn't think you'd have such a taste in women, boring ugly weeb-" stepping forward, my hand grabbed her hair, pulling her head and smacking it against the table; with a loud smack, she fell to the ground whining in pain. Everything happened too quickly and I just moved subconsciously. ooohh i’m gonna get in trouble for this.

"That was the last straw, mess around with someone else b" I huffed and sat back down on my chair, 'she' came in and looked at me up and down then looked at yeonjun. She chuckled then went to her seat. For days after that, nothing remarkable happened, other than the few laughs and words that get thrown at me, but nothing big.

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It’s finally the weekend! and right now, i’m at one of my favorite parks. it’s not as known, so it’s always quiet .

I was standing at the railing on the small bridge, looking down at the water. This place always calms me down but its a bit dangerous as it gets slippery so you have to be careful.

3rd P.O.V: yeonjun was walking around breathing in the beautiful air, taking in the scenery. As he walked by the lake, he saw a familiar person, he sensed their familiar presence too. He looked at her from a distance. Her hair waving around because of the wind as she looked around with the softest smile on her face.

She leaned forward to touch the water but it was a bit far from her touch, she then looked up at the tree that had flowers growing on it. She reached forward to grab one but still it was a bit far from her reach, so eventually yeonjun walked over to her so he can help her get one of the flowers of the tree. but a step away from her, she got frustrated and stomped on the ground.

She reached farther and as she was about to grab the flower she slipped falling into the water, and in no time yeonjun was right behind her. Luckly she didn't fully get into the water cause she held onto the bottom of the rail. She let out a scream of fear cause she wasn't any good at swimming. Yeonjun came from behind her wrapping his arm around her waist and slowly pulling her with him to the side. At first she flinched as a small gasp escaped her mouth, soon after she recognized yeonjun she felt her body relax. "Hold on to my shoulders, so I can swim with both arms to get to the side faster" she carefully did as he told her but she was shaky cause she was somewhat afriad of drowning "its OK don't worry!" Yeonjun kept on reassuring her constantly until they safely arrived.

They sat there heavily breathing, trying to calm down and realize what happened. she couldn’t believe what was happening! is she dreaming?!

Yeonjun chuckled "this is interesting .... Are you OK?" He turned to her, eyes sparkling with a little smile on his face. She blushed "y-yes, i-im fine" she stuttered a bit, mentally cursing at herself for this, but she liked him too much to not be affected. "T-thank you for helping me, I was afraid I'd drown" she mumbled while fiddling with her fingers. 

He was able to hear her despite how quietly she spoke "Don't mention it... Though you'll most likely not drown cause its not as deep as it seems" he leaned closer to her nearly making her stop breathing "oh.. I didn't k-know that" with a slight confused face she looked down again.

He noticed how she was acting, he found her very cute, so he decided to tell her "Relax, I like you too!" He softly stated. Her head snapped to the side looking at him with wide eyes and her mouth slightly open, he let out a hearty laugh that sounded heavenly to her "a-are you serious?" She asked in disbelief "a hundred percent!" She felt her heart about to burst as she couldn't get any redder. is this really happening?!!!!! her thoughts were a mess.

He leaned closer and kissed her cheek, she laughed in shock, but what surprised him is that she happily and boldly returned it making him blush.

They were one unique couple. But they were happy to be together. Their differences made them closer and their likenesses connected them further. The end

P.S his outfit for the weekend that i imagined had this shirt on but imagine it with black hair instead. if that happened i would just e v a p o r a t e 

[perriewinklenerdie]

Birthday (Ethan x f!MC)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Claire Herondale

Word count: 2,7 k

Summary: It’s Claire’s birthday and Ethan is there to make her wishes come true.

Warnings: Nothing explicit, allusions to mature situations.

A/N: It’s my birthday, we turned 21, guys. I officially feel old. (jk but not really)

She felt a soft touch against her forehead, like a pair of lips pressing to her skin briefly. It wasn’t enough to rouse her from her sleep; if anything, it filled her with a sense of security, sending her further into her dreams.

Cards of various colors and sizes were stacked on the small table by the window, a few boxes sitting on the ground, waiting to be opened. When she got home last night, her friends pulled her to the living room to celebrate with her early, since they all had to go to work the next day. All except her.

A day off allowed her to sleep in, a luxury she didn’t experience that often nowadays. She turned all of her alarms off before she fell asleep, sinking into her bed with a happy sigh.

Now, the sun was gently illuminating her room, and a very faint scent of roses tickled her senses, pulling her out of her slumber. Her eyes slowly opened, vision clearing up after a few blinks. The smell she felt in her sleep came from somewhere to her left, and as soon as she turned in that direction, she knew what the source of it was.

Two dozen of red roses were sitting proudly on her bedside table. Claire didn’t have to guess who sent them; she’s received flowers from him before, and the way he asked for them to be arranged might as well have been his signature. As she sat up, she noticed a small note, sticking up above the surface of red petals.

Smile for me today, gorgeous.

And she did, helplessly and brightly, warmth spreading throughout her body. Ethan sending her flowers and being so openly affectionate with her was something she got used to over time, but it still took her breath away every time.

The bouquet must have been brought to her by one of her roommates, as no one else was there to pick them up from the delivery company. She stretched slowly, then sat up, the shirt she stole from him a long time ago falling off her right shoulder. The only other thing she was wearing were her panties, so the thing keeping her warm was the duvet she still thrown over her. If he were there, he would have enjoyed the view.

Claire’s hands wrapped to her best ability around the vase that held the flowers and picked it up. Noticing how much water they were lacking already, she brought them to the kitchen, her vision blocked by the roses when she stepped into the kitchen.

“Now that’s a sight for sore eyes.” Ethan’s voice rang from somewhere ahead of her, concealed for the time being. She set the vase down on the counter, revealing his very relaxed form, standing by the stove, a towel thrown over his shoulder. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing the muscles of his forearms as he worked, transferring freshly baked waffles onto the already made stack.

“Likewise, Dr. Ramsey.” She muttered, her bare feet carrying her towards him languidly. He made sure everything was in order, then turned towards her, his hands between his back and the counter.

“You’ve got yourself some flowers there.” he nodded towards them with a smirk. She looked over her shoulder, admiring his present, laughing at his words.

“I thought I told you already, false humbleness isn’t a good look on you.”

Once she was close enough, her arms slowly made their way around his neck, pulling him down so their faces were at the same level. Ethan’s hands sneaked around her waist, squeezing her sides teasingly.

“Happy birthday.” Ethan whispered mere seconds before their lips met in one of the most tender kisses they ever shared. She breathed in slowly, steadying herself by tightening her embrace around him. Her feet were barely touching the ground, his hands holding her up; defying gravity and amplifying the lightheadedness she was felt every time they kissed.

“Thank you.” she hummed when the kiss broke, keeping her eyes closed for a moment longer. When she looked at him again, his blue irises had a mischievous glint in them, and soon enough, she knew why.

He began swaying them slowly, to the tune she couldn’t hear, his carefree demeanor rubbing off on her. Claire followed his lead, letting him dance her to the chair he pulled out earlier, spinning her in his arms before helping her sit down.

“Breakfast will be ready shortly. Do you want coffee or tea?” he asked on his way back to the stove. Taking the last waffle off the griddle, he turned the burner off, carrying the sweet pastry to the table along with more toppings than she could imagine.

“Coffee.”

He joined her by the table shortly, pulling out a chair and preparing a plate for her. Every time she tried to intervene, he would grin and kiss her hand before placing it down on the table. Her only job for now was to tell him what she wanted on her waffles.

“You’re spoiling me.” Claire teased, pulling him to her by his arm and pressing a kiss to his cheek, prompting a subtle blush to appear on his skin. He passed her the coffee, then helped himself to a serving of food.

“You deserve to be spoiled.” he responded like it was the most obvious thing in the whole wide world. She gave him an adoring smile, squeezing his shoulder briefly.

They dug into their food, joking about how much wiser she was supposed to be now that she’s turned 30. She huffed in fake offense, pinching his side in retaliation. The only reason they avoided a tickling war was the speed at which he raised his hands in surrender, laughing as he put himself out of her reach.

Once their plates were clean, they collaborated on cleaning the table and the kitchen. Ethan protested, saying that she shouldn’t be doing anything, but she was having none of that, saying that if she helped him, they would both be free to continue with their day. He couldn’t argue with that logic.

His eyes continuously traveled towards her body, observing with hungry eyes how her skin peaked from beneath the fabric of his shirt. Her bare shoulder was enough to get his imagination going, vivid visions running in his mind and driving him crazy.

“Do you have anything planned for us today?” Claire asked, leaning against the counter. Ethan put away the last plate, then turned to look at her.

“Not yet. Today is about you; you’re calling the shots here. Why?” his eyebrow inched higher, his gaze trained on her body once more.

“No reason. It’s just that…” she took a careful step towards him, pulling on the sleeve of his shirt to expose even more of her shoulder. His irises turned a shade darker, his focus laser sharp. “If you keep on undressing me with your eyes, we won’t get anywhere.”

Ethan’s steps were quiet, but confident when he strode up to her, pressing her against the counter. A suggestive smirk was all she could see from that close of a proximity. She breathed in and out deeply, waiting for his next move, brushing her hand against his with a barely-there touch.

In a flash, his arms wrapped around her and his knees bent, the upward momentum allowing him to throw her over his shoulder without any issues. Her delighted shriek was the only sound he wanted to hear in that moment, at least until he got her where he wanted her. The door to her bedroom slammed shut behind them right as her body met the mattress.

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Two rounds later, Ethan propped his head up on his arm, lying on top of her covers, bare and completely relaxed. Claire was moving around the room, rotating between her wardrobe and her dresser, unable to come to the decision about her clothes for the day.

His eyes followed her, taking in every glorious inch of her naked body as it paraded right in front of him, the very recent memories of their bodies moving in sync flooding his mind, the sounds she was making ringing in his ears on the loop.

Rays of sunshine that fell through the windows brushed against his body, bringing out every line of the muscles that shaped his form.

“Are you sure you want to leave?” he asked, feigning innocent intentions when she shot him an amused look over her shoulder.

“I’m starving. After a marathon we just had, I need my energy. And besides, the view from the restaurant is amazing.” She argued, leaning forward to dig through one of her drawers, humming in victory when she found what she was looking for.

Ethan leaned up on his arms, straining his neck to see her fully. His voice was deep when he talked, distracted. “I’m quite enjoying the view I’m seeing right now.”

“Yeah?” Claire knew what he was talking about even before she turned to face him. When she eventually did, she made sure to lean even further as she did so, a strained groan escaping his lips at the sight. She bit her lip softly. “You’re about to enjoy it even more.”

Looking over her shoulder, she pulled on a new set of lingerie, swaying her hips a little to tease him more. His irises were so dark, they might as well have been black, his gaze swallowing her whole.

“Nothing looks better than you, naked for me.”

“Right back at ya.”

Smirking, she walked towards the bed, pushing his legs to make them lie flat. She then climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and making sure their bodies didn’t touch. He didn’t even try to hide his staring.

“Keep it up and I’m going to rip it off you. Your first and final warning, Claire.” His voice was deep and low, his restrain running out.

“Funny, it sounds like a promise to me.” she hummed, giggling when he shot her a heated look. Leaning down, she breathed out deeply as she spoke. “Get your sexy body out of my bed.” Claire’s lips pressed to his sternum, sending shots of heat right through him. “Get dressed.” Her kisses trailed upwards, lips sucking on the skin of his neck, pulling a broken gasp out of him. “And when we’re back at your apartment…” she went even higher, hovering her lips right above his. “… you’ll rip my dress right off my body.”

Out of patience, his head shot straight up, catching her off guard with a lingering kiss. His arms wrapped around her and with one, practiced move, threw her back onto the bed. He nested himself between her legs, smirking at her from above.

“Ethan!”

“You couldn’t honestly expect me to keep my hands off you when you’re on top of me, only in your lingerie.”

Shaking her head, she stroked his shoulders.

“You have no patience.”

“And no self-control when it comes to you.” he agreed, his fingers tracing the patterns of the lacy material that barely covered anything. The tips of his digits skimmed over her sides, tickling her gently, and pulling a short laugh out of her.

Ethan hid his face in her neck, kissing her a few times and muttering some incoherent phrases. He dragged his teeth over the sensitive skin, growling lightly when he reached her ear.

“Get that dress on before I devour you again.”

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Eventually, they found themselves sat at the private booth of their favorite restaurant; a hidden gem in the middle of Boston.

His view of Claire’s face was obstructed by the menu card, the only thing he could see were her eyes. And those eyes were straining from her food options to him far more often that one would think was necessary. The silent flirting was their thing, be it a subtle brush of fingers or a meaningful look.

The waiter approached them to take their orders soon after they took their seats. Ethan ordered his usual pick, then turned towards her, waiting for her to decide. With a silly grin, she turned towards the young man.

“Pasta casserole, please.”

With a nod, he turned towards the kitchen, leaving the pair to themselves. Ethan tried to suppress his smirk, but ultimately failed, earning her attention.

“It’s my birthday, you’re not allowed to make fun of me.” Claire warned him, shaking her finger at him playfully. He shrugged his shoulders innocently.

“I would never make fun of you. Or judge your childish choice of food, even though you just turned 30.”

She gasped, pressing her hand to her chest in feigned pain. “You’re my boyfriend, how dare you throw this much shade.” A wide grin suddenly appeared on his face, catching her off guard. “What is it?”

“What?” Realizing what he was doing, he tried to shake the feeling off, but the giddiness refused to leave him. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You’re grinning because of something I said. What was it?” she pushed him for an answer, now smiling too, curiosity taking over her. Stubbornly, he shook his head, refusing to say anything. The grin persisted. “Was it me calling you my boyfriend?” she wondered out loud, observing how the grin grew even wider, an adorable blush coloring his cheeks. Nodding slowly, she slid closer to him, muttering deeply. “Boyfriend.” Ethan breathed out shakily, placing his hand to the small of her back. Claire pressed her lips to his ear, dropping her voice to a heady whisper. “My boyfriend.”

“Just wait and see what I’m going to do to you once I get you all alone.”

“Yes, please.”

Their banter would have escalated to the dangerous heights if it wasn’t for the waiter that came back with their food and a bottle of champagne. Smiling politely, he poured them both a glass, then left with a slight nod.

Ethan took his glass, raising it to make a toast, the soft sound contrasting the palpable tension between them. “To you.”

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The door to his apartment barely managed to close behind them when his arms wrapped around her, pulling her up and over his shoulder. His legs carried them both to the kitchen, where he deposited her on top of the counter, kissing her collarbone, exposing it when he pulled the material away from her neckline.

Not without trouble, he detached himself from her, walking towards the fridge. He presented her a perfectly made cake he spent half of his previous evening making, then set it down on the table and walked past her again, fetching candles and matches.

When everything was ready, he picked it up again and went back to stand in between her legs, raising the cake up to her.

“Make a wish.” Ethan muttered, lights dancing in their eyes. She blew out the candles without a moment of hesitation, staring right at him as the last flame died down.

Claire waited for him to put the cake securely down on the counter, then grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and hauled him onto her, claiming his lips in a hard kiss.

He groaned quietly, his surprise quickly fainting in favor of the desire that coursed through his veins again. Ethan kissed her back, grabbing her by her hips and sliding her closer to him, their bodies pressing against each other confidently.

“Tha-ank you.” she breathed out heavily, choking on her words when he rolled his hips into hers. She gripped his hair, pulling on it to keep him close.

“Don’t you want to see your present? Or- christ, Claire – eat some cake?” he asked, but he didn’t really mean it. He couldn’t possibly think of anything else other than stripping them both down and taking her against any surface of his apartment they managed to reach. She nipped on his neck, sucking on his skin hard enough to make a mark.

“I want you. Anything else can wait.”

He ripped her dress off her body before her feet could touch the ground.

Notes

This was as self-indulgent as I’ve ever gotten while writing, no regrets.

Tagging separately

[collecting-stories]

Here with You - JJ Maybank

Request: hi!! you know how much i love your stories and i was just wondering if i could request a jj x reader one where the reader has a hard time hanging out in big crowds (aha like myself) but she always makes an effort to do it for her friends but one time jj asks her to go to a party but she can’t do it this time and instead he surprises her by showing up at her house and the  just like fluff with jj ahah!! 

A/N: Part of this is based on the sheer excitement I had when JJ mentioned CHUD because honest to god that movie is one of my faves lol. I watch all that shit. JJ and I would be best friends (he’s too far out of my league for us to be anything else😂😂😂)

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JJ was unsurprisingly charismatic. He could talk anybody into a good time. An easy smile and the eternal laid-back beach vibes that he gave off could make anyone in the world feel at ease. Unlike John B, who always had to command attention, people seemed to flock to JJ without any need to persuade them. He didn’t have to be interesting or funny or smart he just had to be there and everyone was crowding around to talk to him. 

In stark contrast, you loathed a crowd. Parties were your deepest source of anxiety and the thought of having to hold more than one person’s attention at a time made you calm up. But you had figured out somewhere in freshman year that you were as unoriginal as everyone else on the island because you craved JJ’s attention as much as anyone else in or outside of his friend group. You endured crowds of people just to get two seconds alone with him on the weekend. Just so he could smile at you for a fraction of a moment while he listened to someone tell a funny story. 

That smile was enough for you to push yourself to the absolute limit of until the idea of spending time with anyone had you physically paralysed in anxiety. When JJ texted you about a party all you wanted to do was go and pretend to have fun and stand around next to him all night while he entertained groups of pogues and tourons that thought he was incredible. Instead you texted back that you weren’t up for a party, because you weren’t even up for getting out of bed, let alone partying. 

-next time- you promised. 

-k- he texted back. 

With that somewhat settled you resumed watching reruns of Chopped while you laid in bed with the covers almost completely obscuring you from view. You imagined everyone down at the boneyard, the mildest fear of missing out settling in as you thought about what a good time they were all probably having. But then you thought of the crowds of people you would have to navigate your way through and you were rolling over to face the wall and pulling the comforter over your head. 

You must of dozed off because when you woke up there was a weight on your bed. You thought maybe it was your dog but he usually spread out. Shifting around to lay on your back and pulling the covers away from your face. 

“What...JJ?” You questioned, still a little groggy from sleep. 

There he was, sitting cross-legged on the side of your bed watching Chopped. He’d pulled the desk chair over and there was a bag from Dunkin’ along with two iced coffees and a box of munchkins. 

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.” He Held his phone up so you could see the screen and you realized he was on your amazon account, “I added zoombies to our watchlist, plus zoombies two and the classic birdemic. Figured we could have a movie night, didn’t think you’d be sleeping on me.” 

You sat up in bed, instinctively reaching for a coffee, “what about the party?”

“Skipped it.” He replied, seemingly unbothered by the idea of missing a night at the boneyard. You couldn’t help feeling a little guilty when he said it, you hadn’t cancelled on him just so he would feel obligated to come over and spend time with you, you didn’t want to be the type of person who guilted people into choosing between them and their friends.  

“But you love parties.”  

JJ had been a fixture at parties since he was old enough to pass at them. He went to his first in 8th grade without getting thrown off the beach and he claimed it was the best time he ever had. Since then you didn’t know if he had missed an opportunity to party.  

“So? I love hanging out with you too. Besides, this is more fun.” He shrugged. He clicked off chopped, scrolling through the apps on your tv to find amazon and turn it on. “What do you wanna watch first?” 

“Zoombies.” You pulled the chair closer so you could reach the bag of hash browns and breakfast sandwiches, passing one to JJ as you did. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be with everyone else at the party?”

“Why?” He asked, faking suspicion as he leaned in close to you, “are you trying to get rid of me?”

“No, I just don’t want you to pass up something that makes you happy just to sit here with me and watch movies.”  

JJ’s ADHD made it almost impossible for him to sit through an entire movie. You couldn’t take him to the movie theatre, he was up in the first five minutes. And any movie that required actual attention was lost on him but dumb shit like sharknado and CHUD were perfect because he didn’t have to just sit still and watch. You made fun of the movie and goofed off with each other while you watched.  

“I’m just as happy being here, hanging out with you.” He knew that going to parties wasn’t the only thing you did just to make him happy and he couldn’t help wanting to do something for you, even if it was as small as sitting around all night. “We don’t have to go to every party if you don’t want to,” JJ mentioned and it didn’t pass your attention that he said ‘we’ as if you were a unit that always did everything together. 

“I know but you like going to the boneyard.” 

“Sure, but you don’t.” 

“Yeah but you shouldn’t miss out just cause I’m staying home.” You reasoned. You didn’t want him to feel like you were keeping him away from anything important. 

“I’m not missing out.” JJ insisted. “If I went, and you were here, then I’d be missing out. I’d much rather hang out with you than hang out with everyone else.”

“Okay.” You nodded. “Hey, who’s the other coffee for?” 

“You. I’m feeding your unholy caffeine addiction.” 

“It’s Not an addiction.”

“How many cups have you had today?” He asked, already knowing the answer. 

“Three?” 

JJ laughed wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you in for a hug and then kissing the side of your head. 

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