#ok maybe take do it scared out of the first one and replace it with do it without apology

[curiosityschild]

LITANY AGAINST THE FEAR OF OTHERS OPINIONS

Do it scared. Do it weird. Do it alone.

LITANY AGAINST PARALYZING PERFECTIONISM

Do it bad. Do it wrong. Do it half-assed.

LITANY AGAINST ?????

A third trio??? A trio of threes would be nice but I can't think of any more

[worldlxvlys]

OMG PART 2 of “one of the girls” PLS OMG maybe a more angsty to fluff between them

deeper (one of the girls pt 2)

fwb! chris x reader

warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of sex

a/n: you definitely asked for angst and fluff and i definitely only gave you angst

sorry 😬

but i swear on everything the next part will be fluffy, i just needed to lay the groundwork 🙏🏾

previous part

“look, it’s fine chris. you’re just shitty at aftercare.” she spoke from her spot across from me on her bed.

we somehow had managed to go from talking about how our days went to sex.

“what are you talking about?” i asked, confused.

“i mean, in what world is you fucking me and dipping to go fuck someone else considered taking care of me?” she pointed out.

my face dropped at her words, “i- i don’t do that every time though, it’s happened a few times, but-“ she cut me off with a scoff, “that’s the thing, you do it every time, without fail. you just- you finish, you make sure i finish, and you leave” she shrugged it off, but it obviously hurt her to say.

“i mean, what kind of a friend treats someone that way? it’s like, hey ok! i finished using you for what i needed, gotta go do the exact same thing to the next girl! you don’t see how fucked that is? you don’t get how that would completely fuck with my head ?” she asked.

“i mean at first, it wasn’t like that. i didn’t care, i thought maybe you’d stop at some point. but after months of you doing this shit, i can’t act like it doesn’t affect me anymore”

i blinked at her, only now realizing what i was doing to her.

“and it’s not like i caught feelings and am in love with you or something, you can be with other people, i don’t care. but- i mean, right after me? the second your dick gets soft you go somewhere else to get hard again? like, am i that bad, or���?”

no, no, no. there’s no way this is happening right now.

there’s no way i’ve managed to do this.

what the fuck was i thinking? what was wrong with me?

“hey, listen. this has nothing to do with you not being good enough, ok? i’m so sorry, i never meant to hurt you at all, i need you to know that. you deserve better than how i’ve treated you, i know. i guess i was just scared-”

“scared? scared of me?” she asked in a low voice, her face clearly showing how hurt she was.

my eyes widened at that, how the hell am i managing to make this worse?

“what?” i asked, desperately trying to think of how to calm her down.

“is this about the whole liking pain while we’re having sex thing? because if you can’t handle that-” i brought my hand up to her face to cup her cheek, making her stop talking and stare at me with wide eyes.

“it’s not that, ok? i told you i’d never judge you for that and i meant it. there’s nothing wrong with liking that stuff, i personally find it makes you even more attractive”

“so, if not that, then what? what are you running from?” she whispered to me.

my feelings for you.

the second i realized that i was beginning to care about her in a different way, i started seeing other people.

i tried desperately to distract myself from her, praying that being with someone else would help.

the first time, it worked. until the next time we had sex, and i remembered everything that i loved about her.

i was overwhelmed by her, everything about her drove me crazy.

her body, her soft skin, her scent, the way she tasted, the way she moaned and screamed under me.

my senses were filled with her.

i assumed it was just physical attraction, which is why i tried looking for someone who could replace that.

but who was i kidding? no one could replace her.

and even if they could, i realized that it was deeper than the sex as i was staring at her now.

it was that beautiful smile that i was missing now while i stared at the sad look that i put on her face.

it was that look she had on her face when she wanted to laugh, but was trying desperately to hold it in as i made faces at her from across the room.

it was the amount of passion and dedication she put into the things she cared at about.

it was the deep connection that we shared when i stared into her eyes, my fear of intimacy somehow leaving my body when it was with her.

it was her.

it was always her.

and me? i was royally fucked.

🥀🥀🥀🥀

not too much on chris he’s about to eat in the next part (literally)

i may or may not have already written the next part to this 🌚

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[charkie-ee]

team bolas rojas gas masks designs??

in THIS day and age?????

it may be more likely than you think..

this was my first time drawing a series of different gas masks, no idea if they’re accurate at all, but it was really fun!!

**notes & closeups under the cut :-D**

it’s a lot of notes so be prepared for an info dump.

NOTES:

Philza: honestly, what more is there to say than “CROW MAN!!”? aside from his goggles being glow-in-the-dark, theres not much more to the mask design. however, i decided, “hey! this is purgatory! i can fuck up these characters!” so, he has a ripped ear(?)wing and messily cut back hair. (i didn’t pay too much attention to the hair in this design, i was mainly trying to get the gas masks down, but maybe i’ll go further into later.)

Cellbit: this is definitely one of my favorites, he looks pretty scary, i would NOT stop my car if i saw him on the side of the road. its based off of a cat mask(obviously) and a painted white streak goes through his mask, inspired by his hair. i didn’t include it, but circles in the goggles are supposed to retract with different emotions (kind of how cat’s eyes do, saucer and dagger pupils.) he’s also covered in blood because he’s going through it lore wise.

Slimecicle: ngl, it was my first time drawing code charlie(other than all the wips i have that i’ll never finish),but i think he’s pretty spooky. his mask is the worst quality, like it USED to work well until he wore it out. thus, there are broken air tubes that let the gas in. (he should probably get those replaced.) the holes for his horns are kind of like an airlock, so the gas can’t enter through them (phil helped him make it.) however, it makes it difficult to take off.

Baghera: baghera’s mask is kind of built like charlie’s, except in much better quality. aside from the loose air tubes, the mask almost goes all the way around her head, not letting even the slightest bit of gas in. theres also a plastic duck beak on top of the regular breathy-thing(i have no idea what i’m doing, so, no, i don’t know the technical term for that) to give it the “bird touch.”

Jaiden: jaiden’s mask was FUN. like i kinda went overboard. i did these all on different days, and this was the night after the big egg battle day. i saw she had fnaf bonnie ears along with her bird gas mask, and said “ok cool. i’ll add that.” she has the same feather/beak thing i gave to baghera. also, hair-wise, she gets a hair bun and her brown roots showing through(we love messy haired cubitos ^^)

Foolish: foolish was interesting, not sure i like the final product, but i’m tired, so it’ll do. his mask is based off of a lemon shark. he gas glowing green eyes and golden splotches on the leather. the air tube foolish has is REALLY long. like unnaturally long. so he wraps it around his neck to get it out of the way. the other members are extremely concerned it’ll choke him one day, but foolish thinks it’s cool and will scare other teams away. kind of like a “yea, i’m crazy, i could choke and die at any minute, and i don’t care.” phil, being the protective father figure of the group, does not like this at all.

Carre: and finally, we have carre. ah, sweet, sweet carre.(he is my favorite.) his mask is based off of a snow leopard because i hc he’s half feline. carre has the lightest, and most simple mask, since it’s entirely plastic, and more so based off of skiing or snowboarding goggles.

ANYWAY, i hope these notes make sense, excuse my rambling about silly designs, i tend to doodle messily, and not really have a plan when i draw, lol.

thanks for reading, BYE!

[asmaticc]

Safe

hobie brown x fem!reader

word count - 4.0k

context - reader lives alone and goes to college, you could think Hobie goes too but that’s up to you!! She’s been knowing he’s spiderman for a while now

synopsis - hobie swings by your room after defeating some bad guys, but he’s heavily injured, and if he doesn’t get helped soon, the worst could happen. so he goes to the only person he would trust his life

or

you helping the guy who’s got you mad in love, praying for him not to die in your arms

warnings - mention of gunshot, blood, removal of a bullet, hobie is fucked up, anxiety attack

** I don’t write the different pronunciations of words in his cockney slang because I like it better to just read the word and imagine him pronouncing it, hope this doesn’t bother you <3

You were in your bed reading a book to keep your head off your thoughts. You haven’t heard of Hobie since your conversation in the morning, when he texted you he would swing by once he was done looking after the city. Something was off… he would text sometimes to check if it was still ok to hang up even if it was late, but it’s been more than 10 hours.

Maybe you were too focused on him. This isn’t the first time this happens, but since you knew you had a crush on him, you would get more anxious thinking or getting around him, and you think you hide it well (and of course you don’t).

A heavy noise outside your window knocked you off your mind. “Finally”, you thought, the star had just arrived at only… 3:56 am. Great! You’ll get to sleep at least 3 hours before going to class tomorrow, or today… But what was he doing not opening the window? (which you always left a little bit open for him to enter easily). You went to peek outside to find him lying on the fire stairs, almost passed out, so you freaked out.

“The fuck happened Hobie?” Rushing to get him up and getting him inside.

“You should see the other guy, love” He managed to smirk at you, but as you seated him on your bed, a wince replaced it.

You examined him quickly following the instructions you learned when you took some first aid classes. Then, you got to his abdomen, he was covering something with his hand, and as you look closer, you see his hand soaked in blood.

“Bee I need you to take your hand off, okay? I need you to lay down and tell me what happened, can you do that?” You were trying to keep your cool to not scare him, which was actually keeping him focused on your instructions.

“I was fighting with some of Kingpin donkeys and some idiot pulled a gun out” he hissed when you removed the cloth upon the wound. His chest was going up and down heavily, you rushed to your bathroom to get the first aid kit and some pills for the pain. He’s gonna need them.

“I don’t see the bullet has gone out” You informed. “I’m gonna need to open you and take it out, Hobie. Is that okay?” He nods and you take a scalpel, breath in and out trying to stay the most focused you can. “I’m sorry to ask you this but you need to stay still”

You open a little line right across the wound to give you more access to get the bullet. He grunts but doesn’t move, so you take the long tweezers and start to put them in. Hobie grabs your arm and looks you in the eyes, you can feel how scared he was, but him stopping you wasn’t gonna help.

“Babe I know this hurts but I gotta take it out, you have to trust me” Your eyes were starting to water, but the nickname seemed to calm him off, so he let go of his arm.

You started doing your work, trying not to do him any more harm, but you finally got the little metal. You put it in your hand watching if it was cracked, and fortunately it wasn’t.

“It’s in one piece, you can relax a little now, Bee. I’m going to clean you up and try to sew you, can you hold on a little longer for me?” You asked him while looking at his eyes, caressing his hand. A little “yeah” escaped from his lips, so you began to put alcohol on a cotton and clean him. You saw how he clenched his fists and your heart ached, you couldn’t see him like this, it was gonna rip you apart at this point.

Done with the stitches and putting a gauze, you felt how your pulse was starting to get higher and higher. “It’s okay, it’s okay” you repeat to yourself over and over again to calm you down. Hobie needed you to be strong, because who was going to take care of his crazy ass if not?

“ ’m sorry… for all of this” he said quietly.

“Please don’t say that. You know I’m here to help, and it’s not your fault, Bee” You seated next to him, handing him an ibuprofen and a glass of water. “Don’t be sorry for protecting this city, don’t be sorry for protecting the people in it, and don’t be sorry for asking for help. I know it sucks for you, but I don’t know what I would do if I ever lose you” Your voice cracked at the end, a tear running down your cheek.

You looked at him, he was pale because of all the blood he lost, you could tell he didn’t have any strength left. He was looking at you with sad eyes, not knowing what to say, so you got up and took one of his shirts and pants he left in your house for when he stayed the night.

You took off his boots, ripped shirt and suit, helping him to put on his other clothes. It was the first time you saw him like that, and it was scaring you to death, so you kept up all night watching after him, checking the bandage and his temperature constantly.

The sunrise started to show up through your window, so you closed the blinds to let Hobie rest all he needed. He’s been sleeping since you changed his clothes, passing out almost immediately. You felt your eyes burn from the unshed tears, and now from the tiredness, but you were worried something happened while you were sleeping. Your heart is still racing to be quicker by any thought of it, your head spinning around, your strength starting to fade away. You went to the kitchen to drink some cold water, but your legs had other plans, so you fell on the ground. That’s when you lost it. You grabbed your chest trying to keep your heart inside of it, sobbing as quiet as you could not to wake Hobie up. It was all blurry and your head was spinning around, so you reached the closest wall to you and sat against it, hugging your legs and burying your head between them while counting from 1 to 100, just like Hobie teached you.

You had anxiety attacks before, and Hobie was with you in almost all of them. He would count with you in a soft voice, then ask you if you could see 3 objects and describe them to him. It helped you to focus on something else, so you did the same, trying to remember his voice accompanying you.

After a while, you could get up, finally starting to recover. This time you got to the kitchen, but you splashed some water on your face to keep you focused. “What am I gonna do now?” you thought. Of course you wouldn’t go to class, so you texted your group of friends to send you everything they’ll do today and forget about it. Then, you started to prepare a quick breakfast for you, thinking to let Hobie sleep and give him something to eat once he is awake.

After eating, you went back to your room to check if he was still bleeding and change the gauze. Luckily, he was knocked out, so he didn’t wake up. “What if he has an internal bleeding?” You asked yourself, and the anxiety came back. Now you wouldn’t take your eyes off him, and so, the hours passed by.

The night was falling, and so did your eyelids. But you gotta keep watching Hobie in case he wakes up. You’ve been searching for information about what to do in this case (unfortunately, every one of them told you to go to the hospital), worried if he needed a blood transfusion or some kind of medication you didn’t have. As you didn’t find anything that could help you, you just stayed next to your bed, sitting in your chair while reading the book that you left unattended last night.

A heavy sigh took your attention and you looked at the body in your bed. Hobie was shivering. You took another ibuprofen and helped him to swallow it, which was quite difficult because he was still asleep.

Once he took it, you tucked him with the sheets and looked at him praying to whoever was listening not to take him away from you. Your hand on his cheek made him lean to it, caressing for your touch. You left a kiss on it and went to the couch to get some sleep, thinking how you got to this point. 

𓆩*𓆪

Hobie has been weird for a few months, he would barely go out with you, and every time you’d ask him what’s going on, he just said “nothing”. Was he starting to be bored of you? You’ve been best friends since forever. Of course this would have to happen one day, but it was killing you inside.

The funny part is that he was still the same when he was around. He would have his arm around you while walking, texting you with the same irradiant energy, looking out for you. But something was off. Maybe he knows you have a crush on him, that’s why he’s acting like that. Maybe that’s why you two don’t hang out that much anymore. Maybe he was pushing you out little by little to not hurt your feelings.

But you were sick of it. So you went to his house one day, determined to confront him, but to your surprise, he didn’t answer the door. Was he out? He didn’t mention he had plans. He neither had a show today. Perhaps he’ll come back soon. And you waited, and waited, and waited. You texted him a couple times asking if he was going to return soon, but there wasn’t even a blue check.

By midnight you heard a heavy noise inside his apartment, so you ring the bell furiously, thinking he’s been there all along and he was just ignoring you. Soon after, the door opened, revealing a confused Hobie who seemed like he had just ran a marathon.

“What is your goddamn problem, Hobart?” You said almost screaming at him. “You’ve been avoiding me since I-don’t-know how much time, and now you just ignore my messages? Look, if you hate me just say so. I don’t get why you just gotta keep pushing me out of your life without explai-”

“Wow wow wow, who says I hate you?” He cut you off. “Y/N, I ain’t avoiding y-”

“Of course you are!” You interrupted him as well. “We don’t hang out anymore, every time I say what’s up with you, you avoid the question. I barely see you, and when I do, it’s like you are too tired to speak to me. I’m sick of this, Hobie. Just tell me what’s wrong.” He was staring at you, his lips forming a line. Was he gonna do it? It could be risky, but you were best friends, and he got the feeling if he kept pushing you out of this, he’ll lose you forever.

Your patience had run out, your eyes started to burn. And then you saw him with a piece of cloth between his hands. The fuck was that? Is this a joke?

“I don’t know why I didn’t tell you sooner” It was Spiderman’s mask. The Spiderman that has been around for a couple of months, fighting all kinds of bad guys and all that shit. You grabbed the mask and examined it well. It was true, your best friend was Spiderman. “Look, Y/N, you have the right to be mad at me, but I don’t wanna lose ya ‘cause of this stupid thing”

“You fucking wanker” You punched him in the arm, but he didn’t even flinch.

𓆩*𓆪

Since then, you’ve been by his side. No more secrets between you two (well, only one, but you weren’t gonna tell him). You even spent more time together now that you were the only person he could trust, and that made you grow your feelings for him even more day by day. Sometimes it was so hard for you that you had to go to a different room and calm you down. If he wasn’t interested in having a partner before being spiderman, now it was gonna be impossible. You knew he had some things with other boys and girls before, but he didn’t wanna know anything about serious relationships, as far as you know (because the only thing he wanted was you). Moreover, he was a fucking runway model, a star, he could have anything he wanted. Not like if you were his type or anything… He could find something better, you two were just friends, but the way he teases you and the way he always has his hand around you was confusing you, but maybe it was just the way he is.

It’s been almost two years since that night, two years in which your heart ached stronger every time you see him. But you were alright, it’ll pass. And now it’s been two days since the incident. He hadn't woken up yet, but he was still breathing. Also, he wasn’t pale anymore, nor bleeding through the stitches, that had to be a good sign, right?

You went to his house to get some more clothes, washed his suit and fixed it for him. You gotta say you did a great job, even started to work on some new designs for it. Hobie needed something that would protect him from this to happen again. It’s not like you were going to find a vibranium suit anywhere, or a nanobot one, but you could try doing something better. At this point, your eyebags had eyebags, but you’ll get more rest once you have finished.

“Y/N?” You heard a husky voice calling you. 

“Well, well, well, how’s the sleeping beauty?” you said walking to your bed, hiding your worry and trying to play it cool. “You’ve been out for two days, you git”. He tried to get up, but hissed in pain when he sat up in bed. “Easy on that, I don’t want to stitch you up again” you smiled softly as his eyes fell on you.

“You look like shit” he laughed a little. That was a good sign.

“Look who’s talking! By the way, this is the face of someone that has been taking care of your ass non-stop” You chuckled as you ignored your heart racing.

“Quit the shit show Y/N. You’ve been awake for two days? Where did you sleep?” He said seriously. Now he was upset, not with you but himself. He shouldn’t have gone to you, he just made things worse.

“Of course not, but I haven’t slept much either. And the couch is quite comfortable” You said quietly. “I was afraid you could get worse, so I had to watch out for you in the meantime” that’s it, you were breaking again. You were playing with your fingers, looking away from Hobie.

“I’m sorry I put you through all of this, it was stupid not going to the hospital in the first place” His voice was low, you could feel he was blaming himself. “I’m sorry, love” he said one last time, tears invading his eyes. He didn’t know if it was because he almost died, or because he almost died on you. He didn’t want to keep pushing you through this, knowing it was hurting you more than himself.

“Bee, you know I chose to be here” you said, cleaning the tears that escaped from his eyes. “I chose to help you, and I still choose to do it” you held his hand, drawing circles on his palm to calm him down, he had always liked it. “Besides, how could you go to the hospital in your suit? Someone must have thrown a punch in your head because what you’re saying doesn’t even make sense” you two grin at your joke. “And I know nobody is going to care for you as much as me… I couldn’t leave you in the hands of a stranger” You analyzed his face, eyes a little bit red, his cheekbones were more notorious, lips parted already healed from a small wound he had, but still as handsome as ever. You could melt right there.

“You’ right on that, doll” he smirked and sobbed a little. “No one’s as good as my girl” Boom, that heartache again. You threw a weak smile at him and got up.

“Don’t move, I’m gonna… get some new patches, be right back” you said leaving the room quickly without seeing his face. He was perplexed, what had he done now? 

Got to the bathroom and searched for the things. Once you got them, you sat on the toilet, hand on your chest, breathing in and out. “Fuck” was the only thing you could think. Your pulse slowed a little, so you headed back to your room.

“Everything okay up there?” 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, just remembered I gotta change this” you said nervously while lifting his shirt to uncover the gauze that hid his wound. You carefully took the bandage off with one hand, while the other was drawing circles around Hobie’s waist. You didn’t want to hurt him, so you tried to do something to relax him. “Looks like in two or three days I’ll be able to remove the stitches… if you stay still and stop spider-ing for a while” you were dead serious, and he could tell by the look on your face.

“How could I go when I have you all for me now?” he said teasingly, but meaning every word of it.

“Wanna have breakfast?” You said, avoiding the previous sentence and throwing the old bandages to the bin (that was full of them, maybe you should take the trash). His side smile gave you the affirmation you were looking for, so you headed to the kitchen and started to make some toasts and coffee. “Are you sure you should be drinking coffee after almost dying?” you said a little loud for him to hear you from the bed. Seconds after, you felt two arms rounding your waist and a heavy weight on your back. He hid his face on your neck and you could feel how you were getting red, your pulse raging and your body starting to shake on his touch. “What are you doing, Bee?” is the only thing you could say.

“Did you call me babe?” You were paralyzed, you did in fact call him babe two days ago, but that was because you needed him to relax, yeah, that’s it. “You gonna answer me?”

“I needed you to calm down, and you did, so it worked. Why you ask?” neutral tone, very well managed.

“Keep doing it, I like it” he pushed his face more into your neck where he left a peck, his arms hugged you stronger.

“C’mon Hobie, let’s eat something. Get off me… please” That please was more to yourself, asking you to keep focused on serving the coffee than anything else, you were still shaking. “It’s gonna get cold, babe” please, please, please get away.

And he let you go, now an emptiness invading your body. You need him right back, it’s like you are going to fall if he’s not grabbing you. A small sigh left your lips, could be because of the lack of his touch or the relief that you felt now that he couldn’t feel you shaking on his arms.

You placed the dishes on the lunch table, watching him sit slowly on the chair. “At least he can walk”. You ate in silence, checking up on him if he had any trouble but seemed fine. Right when you two were done, you took the plates and started washing them, couldn’t even look him in the eyes.

“By the way, I went to your place and got you some things, if you need to change” your voice was low, it trembled in your chest. “Probably should take a shower, everything is on my desk” you heard him get up and go away. It wasn’t long after you heard the bathroom door close and the water run. You knocked the door and said “Hobie, if you need help just call me, I’m right outside” and waited for him to finish.

It has been like 30 minutes when you heard the bathroom door again and watched how a half-naked Hobie went into your room. He had his shirt off, wearing the joggers you picked for him. Goddamn he’s hot you thought, gawking at him.

“Can you… help me with this?” he pointed to his wound. You took more Betadine and cotton, passing it through it. It still hurt, his chest was up and down, but little did you know it was because of your touch, electrifying his skin with your soft hands. He lifted your chin up, now a hand resting on your cheek. “Thanks” he said lowly, you couldn’t escape from his eyes. His heart was rushing, just as yours, he needed to say it, it was killing him slowly. He’s been in love with you since forever, couldn’t get you out of his head, even when making out with other people. It was like a parasite that controlled both his heart and his mind. He thinks you are scared of him, and he can’t keep going on with this. So he started to get closer to your lips, but you stepped off.

“A-All done” you mumbled, collecting the things and putting them away on your desk, turning your back on him. You watched your hands tremble. “You gotta see this, I’ve been thinking of making you a new suit, y’know… so a bullet doesn’t have to get to you again” you laughed nervously, your voice is shaking.

“Fuck off Y/N” you squeezed your eyes. He took your arm and lured you back at him. Chest to chest, now looking up at him. He had an unknown look to you. “I really can’t take this anymore” now his hands trapped your waist against him, there was no escape. Why is he doing this? It was like he bit you with his venom and now you were his prey, completely paralyzed watching him getting closer to eat you.

“Hobie, pleas-” you were interrupted by a kiss. His lips on yours, moving slowly. You responded seconds after you realized what was going on, grabbing his neck and pulling him even closer. He cut the kiss as he was running out of air, you couldn’t think straight anymore. “You…?”

“I do” he knew exactly what you meant. You melted on his touch while your eyes cristalyzed. Then, he grew concerned “What’s wrong, love? Have I done something wrong?” asked while caressing your waist, drawing circles with his fingers to relax you.

“It’s just… I’m afraid to lose you” you sobbed “I was afraid of losing you as a friend before, goddamn Hobie you almost died in my arms. And now I’m afraid I do something stupid and fuck this up” you said looking away, but he pulled your face up for you to see him directly, running his thumb through your cheek to clean your tears.

“That’s not gonna happen, love”

“But what if-”

“I said no. I’m not planning on dying any sooner, and I assure you you’re not gonna get rid of me that easily” he pecked your lips. “Do you understand?” another peck, his eyes were analyzing yours, looking for an honest answer.

“ ‘kay” you agreed, putting your hand on top of his, leaning on his touch. “But I’m dead serious about the suit, I mean I fixed it but I won’t have you going through London unprotected like that” you frowned as your other hand caressed the side of his waist where the wound was.

“Whatever you say, love” he leaned back to properly kiss you, smiling with the touch of your lips. 

This was a dream I had and I thought I should write it hehe :]

Since it’s my first time writing smth like this in English I would love to see if you have any suggestions to improve my writing!! Thanks for reading <33

Other works !!

[lit3rally-m1ke-whlr]

Byler analysis (from a song perspective)

ok so I was reading @miwiheroes beautiful fic on ao3 and when Mike told Will he thought he was in love with him and will didn’t believe it the song “I Think I’m in Love” just randomly popped into my head, so I looked up the lyrics and omg I think it UNIRONICALLY is THE byler song??? Like it just fits them so well😭

I mean just look at the lyrics (posting on mobile so bear with me here):

will: highlighted in yellow

Mike: highlighted in blue

either or/ both: green

this may be a longer post so I’m going to add the “keep reading” so it doesn’t take up too much space!

literally sounds like Vecna trying to attack Hawkins by taunting and killing his victims, and Will noticing his presence (particularly reminds me of the movie theater double-date scene where Mike asks if he’s okay and he just says he’s fine)

couldn’t find a gif so here’s an image I found online

Feel like these could apply to both, will is ignoring the signs of Mike liking him back because he thinks mikes straight and it’s impossible for him to return his feelings, and he’s “bluffing” by lying about the painting, saying it’s from el. I think we can all agree Mike is aware of his lie but maybe just doesn’t know why he’s lying. And as for Mike, well, he doesn’t want to admit to his own feelings for Will so he throws himself into a relationship with El and projects his desires onto Will (“it’s not my fault you don’t like girls” or “we’re friends! We’re friends!”), but the little things he do can sometimes be confusing because friends don’t act like Mike does to will, they don’t stare at their lips like they want to kiss them 😭

And the hugging, well.

I think I’m in love (again). Speaks for itself no? now the “(in my head, yeah, you’re in my head)” is interesting, because it could be one of two things: a) obviously, they’re thinking a lot of each other because that’s what you do when you love someone, but it could also be interpreted as b) Mike/will potentially being vecna’d in s5 and seeing a false vision of will/mike as a way to torture them about their sexuality? “I didn’t think that it could be true, let alone that it would be you” also I feel applies to both; will didn’t think he was capable of falling in love with someone who would ever be able to reciprocate, let alone Mike, and Mike didn’t think he could ever be gay and fall in love with his best friend, especially since he’s supposed to have those feelings for El, his girlfriend.

this mostly applies to will, with his being possessed in season 2 (and potentially in season 5, and how vecna might use Mike as a way to get to him) and how shocked and hurt he felt by Mike saying “It’s not my fault you don’t like girls” because he’d never seen Mike get mad at him like that before, and was scared he knew he was gay.

but it can also be used for Mike if he does end up getting Vecna’d in s5, and also him starting to realize his feelings for Will and being scared by that fact. Kind of reminds me of this scene in season 2:

(Ignore how there’s no sound and it’s a shitty recording of my iPad 💀) and this being his reaction afterwards

(GIF creds to @davinaclaires).

I think this may be when he first realized he liked Will as more than a friend, and you can see how confused and dazed he looks. Besides, I imagine if either of them ends up confessing, the other might have a hard time believing it at first and question if it’s real.

must I even explain this one? There is no single lyric in the history of songs that describes Will better.

I’m just going to let the gifs speak for themselves.

-W: “what if he spies back?”

-M: “he won’t.”

-W: “how do you know?” -M: “we won’t let him.”

and then Mike finding will after he has a true-sight episode and bringing him back to reality:

Though if Will or Mike get Vecna’d in s5 and the other helps them snap out of it, that could be a good interpretation of these lyrics as well.

Okay, this one is mostly a joke but just try replacing “Dutch” and “Dutchess” with “Paladin” and “Cleric” and you basically have Byler. As for “And we ain’t got a label/ we’re just rolling with the punches” it describes how Mike and Will are constantly toeing the line between how just friends act and being more than friends, even if they won’t admit it to themselves yet. And I just thought the last part is sooo Byler’s dynamic, like I can totally see them flirting/ bantering like that when they finally get together, kind of gives me “I didn’t say it.” “You didn’t have to.” vibes. Also, I’m sure we already know that there’s nobody else Will would ever fall in love with; he only wants to be with Mike for the rest of his life.

But the crazy part is, a lot of these lyrics can also apply to Lumax as well, specifically from Max’s perspective!? Like, take this verse for example, showcasing how she acts like she’s okay and pushes Lucas away for most of s4.

and especially this one?

(ignore my sloppy handwriting I’m using my finger 😭)

anyways, byler/ lumax endgame iktr 🤪✌️

[pepi1989]

Hi! Me again thank you for your kind words! I’m very scared when I think my English is bad. I loved the laver cup story, would it be possible to write a second part?? If it’s too much, it’s ok! Thank you for writing!

Hiii, don’t even worry about it! English isn't my first language either, but here I am trying my best to write for you guys. You're doing amazing!!

While I was writing the story, I was like, this needs a second part, Thanks for requesting it, love!

Rivals, or something like that P.2 - Ben Shelton

The buzz of the press conference still lingers as I make my way back to the locker room, trying to shake off the heat from all the questions about Ben. It feels like the entire world saw right through us today, like something shifted between us, and now everyone else knows it too. I keep my head down, focused on making a quick exit, but of course, I run straight into the one person I’m trying to avoid.

“Hey,” Ben’s voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I stop in my tracks. He’s leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, that signature grin plastered on his face. “Running away from me?”

I roll my eyes, though my heart’s racing a little faster. “Just trying to avoid another press ambush. You?”

“Looking for you,” he admits, his tone a little softer than I expected. He steps closer, his eyes searching mine like he’s finally dropping the teasing. “You okay?”

“I’m fine, just… tired,” I say, trying to sound casual, but there’s no hiding the way my pulse quickens. He’s close now, too close, and for once, neither of us is making a joke about it.

Ben’s eyes linger on mine before he glances around the empty hallway. “Want to get out of here? Just us?”

I hesitate, but the warmth in his gaze melts any resistance I might’ve had. I nod, my voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah, okay.”

He grins, but it’s softer this time, more real. “Let’s go.”

We slip out a side door, avoiding the chaos of the media, and end up walking through a quiet garden near the hotel. The night air is cool, and for a moment, we walk in silence, the tension from earlier still hanging between us. My heart’s racing, not from nerves, but because I can feel it, something’s about to change.

“You know,” Ben starts, breaking the silence, “Frances wasn’t entirely wrong back there.” His voice is casual, but there’s a new edge to it, something serious underneath.

I glance at him, trying to play it off. “About what? You being annoying?”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “About us. About… this.” He stops walking, turning to face me fully. His eyes lock onto mine, and suddenly, I feel like I can’t breathe.

“What are you talking about, Ben?” I ask, though my voice comes out shakier than I intended.

Ben steps closer, his hands sliding into his pockets, like he’s trying to keep it cool but is just as nervous. “C’mon, [Y/N]. You feel it too, right? This… whatever’s been going on between us.”

The teasing tone is completely gone now, replaced by something deeper, something real. I bite my lip, my heart hammering in my chest. “I, yeah,” I admit quietly, the words tumbling out before I can stop them.

His smile grows, more genuine than I’ve ever seen. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Excuse me?” I raise an eyebrow, trying to cover up the way my pulse is racing.

Ben shakes his head, laughing softly. “You act like I’m the only one throwing comments and making this weird. But you, you’re just as bad.”

I’m about to protest when I realize he’s right. The playful banter, the lingering glances, it wasn’t just him. I’ve been part of this, too, whether I wanted to admit it or not.

“Okay, maybe I haven’t exactly been subtle,” I confess, my face heating up as I stare down at the ground, suddenly unable to meet his gaze.

Ben takes a step closer, closing the distance between us, his voice softer now. “I don’t mind. In fact, I like it.”

I glance up, surprised by the sincerity in his voice. His eyes are locked on mine, and there’s no mistaking the way he’s looking at me now, like he’s been waiting for this moment just as long as I have.

“You like it?” I repeat, trying to process the sudden shift between us.

He nods, his hand brushing against mine, sending a jolt of warmth through me. “Yeah. I do.”

For a second, I can’t find the words. My heart’s racing, my mind spinning with everything that’s happening. This is Ben, my friend, my rival for the weekend, the guy who’s been teasing me all day. But now, he’s looking at me like I’m the only person in the world, and I can’t ignore the way my stomach flips in response.

“Ben,” I start, my voice barely a whisper, “what are we doing?”

He smiles, a little crooked but full of that familiar charm. “I don’t know. But I know I don’t want to just be friends anymore.”

My breath catches in my throat. “You don’t?”

Ben shakes his head, his fingers finally wrapping around mine, pulling me closer. “No. Not when I’ve been thinking about you non-stop. Not when every time you’re around, I can’t focus on anything else.”

His words hang in the air between us, and for a moment, everything feels still, like the world has paused, waiting for me to respond.

I take a deep breath, my heart racing as I look up at him. “I’ve been thinking about you too.”

The grin that spreads across his face is nothing short of breathtaking. Without a word, he lifts my hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to my knuckles, and I swear, my knees almost give out right then and there.

“So… what now?” I ask, my voice shaky but full of hope.

Ben doesn’t let go of my hand, his eyes twinkling with that familiar mischief. “Well, now I get to take you out properly. No more tennis, no more teasing, just you and me.”

I laugh softly, shaking my head. “That sounds dangerously close to a date.”

Ben grins, pulling me closer until there’s barely any space between us. “That’s because it is. What do you say, [Y/N]? Wanna give this a shot?”

I smile, my heart swelling with everything I’ve been holding back for so long. “Yeah, Ben. I do.”

He leans in, his forehead resting gently against mine. “Good. Because I’ve been waiting for this forever.”

Before I can say anything else, he closes the distance, pressing his lips softly against mine. The kiss is slow, gentle, and everything I didn’t know I’d been waiting for. It’s like the teasing, the tension, all of it has been leading to this moment.

When we finally pull back, both of us a little breathless, Ben smiles, his thumb brushing softly against my cheek. “I told you,” he murmurs, his voice low, “I’m not just playing games anymore.”

And for the first time all day, I believe him.

[fingertipsfingertipsfingertiiips]

Working as a grocery store pick-up shopper during the height of the pandemic was.... I'm still not recovered, I think. I would like to rant a wee bit here. It's my tumblr and I'll do as I wish with it.

I worked for Kroger at the time, and if you know anything about it, at the time Kroger was the last grocery company to add Covid pay and the first to take it away. For (I think) two months, I had an extra dollar added to my $10.50/hr paycheck. Then they started cutting hours so they wouldn't have to pay for our insurance. All the while, I had people aggressively coughing on me because I was wearing a mask. I had a grown man throw a can of yams at my head because we were out of the name brand yams he wanted. A man raised his fist to threaten me over cans of Pepsi, we didn't have any because of an aluminum shortage. Someone's grandmother slapped me because of toilet paper. One of my coworkers got in a fight with a customer because of jalapeños.

When coworkers started dropping from Covid, the rest of us had to pick up the slack. At one point, 14 out of our 18 person department were out for weeks. I worked 16 hour shifts for some of the rudest and most ungrateful customers I've ever seen in 12+ years of retail experience.

In the summer of 2020, they shut off the water fountains. My direct manager got us a big pack of water and put it in the back of the order fridge for us. Some of us were running orders out to cars in 100F+ heat, so we put some of the bottles in the freezers, too. Upper management saw these waters as some kind personal insult and threw them away, threatening us all with writeups and even firings if we were caught with personal water bottles on the sales floor. OSHA was called and they put a stop to that bullshit, but not before one of my elderly coworkers collapsed from heat and dehydration.

At one point, my cool manager got promoted to store manager, and our department got an outside hire to replace her. This woman is easily one of the worst people I have ever worked with. She was rude, she would micromanage, she would bully the differently abled. She would fat shame, was racist and homophobic, and generally aggressive to other women. One time, I was helping a coworker prep an order to go out. We were chatting about death in the Victorian era, a special interest of mine. I got excited and maybe I started rambling when my bitch manager yelled at me to "shut the fuck up, you're being annoying." I told her to fuck off, and we were pulled into a meeting about it, but ultimately nothing happened to her. I refused to sign the writeup that came to me later.

Due to this manager's negligence, I fell and chipped a tailbone in February 2021. She was supposed to salt the walkway that leads from our department to the customer pick-up area. At 5:30 that morning, as she was yelling at her staff (myself included), she didn't notice that I was sprawled out in the parking lot, having slipped on black ice. I would have hit my head as well, had I not been wearing my hair in a low bun. The bun acted as an airbag. I landed pretty hard, and I think it scared the customer. He got out of his truck and shuffled over to me to help me up. He even tipped me $10, which was super nice. I limped back in, and before I could say anything, bitch manager yelled at me for taking to long, shoved an order cart at me and barked at me to do the next one. I told her I fell, probably too quietly because I was hurting. She ignored me so I yelled it. She stopped to look at me, registered what I said, and then it dawned on her to ask if I was OK. I filled out an IR and a worker's comp claim. I did the drug screening, later that day I had an xray. I chipped a tailbone. They gave me 2 weeks off, I think it was paid but it's hard to remember because the doctor gave me codeine. One morning I'm laying on the floor on a yoga mat and bitch manager calls me. She doesn't ask me how I'm doing, she wants to know if I can cover a shift. I tell her no, hang up and then send her a picture of my black and blue ass crack. I should have sued Kroger. Sometimes I wonder if I still could. I still have back pain. I still struggle with some yoga poses or sitting on certain chairs.

The final straw seems so small in retrospect. I had endured so much while working for kroger for 8 years. Bitch manager was causing me such anxiety that I had to change my meds to deal with her. I was getting the produce for an order. The system timed you, the goal was to take less than 20 seconds for each item scanned in to the cart. I had grabbed some tomatoes and was weighing them up, counting the seconds out loud to myself to keep time (a time blindness coping skill I've had since childhood) when she walked past me. I heard her say "retard" under her breath. This wasn't the first time I've been called that in my life, but the first time I've ever heard it from a grown woman. She had been bitching at me about something earlier that day, and my deodorant failed from the stress. She walked past me again and stopped to look at me. She nearly shouted, making sure everyone around would hear, "You stink. Did you shower today?" And then smirked. I didn't reply. I didn't hit her, or yell, or throw tomatoes at her. I thought about doing all of it. I thought about knocking her to the ground and ripping her tacky extensions out of her scalp. I thought about all the nasty mean things I could say to her. Instead, I put down my handheld and told her I would be right back. I went to the back room, hung up my apron, grabbed my purse, and walked out. I didn't clock out, I let them figure out what time I left. I made sure I was paid for my time. She called me an hour later, and I didn't answer. She called 6 more times. My previous manager, the cool one later told me that the store manager was stoked about my leaving. "Out with the old, in with the new."

There was a mass exodus, nine people left after I did. Four of them followed me to my new job. We all got forklift certified in the same week for a company that offered profit sharing and $4 extra per hour for covid pay, plus $3 extra per hour on weekends. It's not the greatest place to work. Sometimes it's terrible, it's still retail after all. But it's better. Kroger is not a great company, and my store was one of the worst places. I know I'm not the only person with horror stories about it. I still hear, "we're all in this together" in my nightmares. I can't spend more than 20 minutes in a grocery store at a time. I have many more from before the pandemic hit, the pandemic was just the worst of it.

That's my rant. If anyone read this, thank you. If you want to add your own stories, please do! "Essential worker" feels more like "disposable worker".

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 4

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader 

A/N: Here's the first of the completely new chapters. I hope you enjoy. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist.

A Sweet Mishap Masterlist | Main Masterlist

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I wake up to the deliberately annoying sound of my alarm blaring from my bedside. I look out at the still-dark skyline outside and slide off the alarm before checking my notifications. A smile instantly replaces my sleepy scowl as I read the messages that filtered in overnight.

I know it’s late, but I’m wired from sleeping on the flight… even though it was only three hours. I know I should be better at this flying thing with how much I travel for work but I guess I never learn Also…I could get used to you colliding with me 😉 God that was too cheesy, I’m sorry, forget I said anything, I blame the jetlag! I need to stop before I permanently scare you away if it’s not already too late. Good night

I smile at his dorkiness before dragging myself out of bed. As much as I’d love nothing more than to message him back now and text all day, my shift starts in an hour and I need to get ready first. I force myself through the motions of showering, donning my uniform, eating a light breakfast, and brushing my hair and teeth before slipping out the door. The sun is just beginning to rise overhead as I stroll through the quiet streets. As much as I’m not a morning person, I do enjoy this little slice of quiet before the rush of the day.

Once I get to the cafe, I greet the baker who is finalising the baked goods for the day. I help him stock the fridges, leaving the tray of burnt muffins on the bench in the kitchen as per his instructions and then open the store.

With the Christmas rush still in full swing, the morning passes quickly but leaves me exhausted. Once I finally get a break I take one of the slightly burned and therefore, unsaleable candy cane muffins and a bottle of water and sit at a small table out the back of the cafe. I pull out my cracked phone and finally allow myself to reply.

I sell festive drinks & snacks to people who haven’t yet had their morning coffee - It’s gonna take more than a jet lag-induced comment to scare me away Watching you behead someone on TV though, that was rough You sure I can trust you? I promise I’d never hurt you, that is unless I catch you draining someone of their blood Wait! Are you working? I didn’t mean to disturb you Not at the moment I can chat for a bit So, you promise you won’t drink anyone? I get queasy when someone cuts their finger, so no chance My show’s probably not for you then The eye candy’s worth it But I also live alone, so horror is generally a no-go That’s ok. As I said, it’s more interesting to me that you’re not a fan There are no expectations to live up to But eye candy, eh? I don’t know about Dean but there was the vamp was pretty sexy Till he lost his head anyway Oh…🥺 Nah, Dean’s alright too… Though I do think he’s the most scary. I don’t think he would take kindly to wearing a cup of hot chocolate Probably not But he’d find you charming He’d probably use it as an excuse to try and get your number He’d have more confidence than shyly writing his number on a coaster and hoping the pretty girl makes the next move You think I’m pretty? You don’t need to try and flatter me You’ve only seen me when I’m exhausted and covered in rotting milk If you’d seen me on a day when I’d actually put in some effort then maybe I’d believe you Then maybe one day I’ll have to give you a reason to dress up for me Take you on a real date You plan on coming back to New York? It’s not in my schedule yet But maybe in the new year Unless I can tempt you to come to Texas? I live in a single-bedroom apartment in downtown New York And I work in a cafe I can’t afford airfares and hotel accommodations in Texas at Christmas! How about if it was all-expenses-paid? Jensen…

Just as I’m typing a reply my colleague bursts through the backdoor. I check the time and realise it’s been over ten minutes since I came outside. I quickly type out a halfhearted excuse and shut off my phone before scurrying back inside.

Sorry, my break’s over. I gotta get back to work. Talk later

Despite going through the motions; making coffees, heating muffins, and delivering orders, my mind continues to wander back to Jensen’s offer and my lack of response. We barely know each other, how could I let him pay for a holiday in Texas? While a holiday sounds like heaven after working my ass off all year, I refuse to let it be at someone else’s expense, even if that person is a successful and wealthy actor. I refuse to be seen as a gold digger, even in my own eyes. Also, I can’t stand the thought of him finding out my true passion and then accusing me of using him to get a leg up in the industry. By the end of my shift, I decide to come clean about everything.

Back in my apartment, I shower again and change into comfy clothes before collapsing on the couch. I switch on the TV, not caring what’s on, just looking for a little comforting background noise. The random Doctor Phill reruns don’t take long to lull me to sleep.

The continual vibrating of my phone on the coffee table drags me back to the land of the living. I rub my eyes to wake myself up and check who’s blowing up my phone.

I’m sorry if I came on too strong I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable You’re right, we barely know each other I promise I’m gonna stop making stupid comments and just give you space I’m sorry again

I mull over the messages for a few minutes and type and delete multiple replies before mustering up all the courage I can and giving in and pressing the call button instead. I listen to the dial tone for a few rings before he finally picks up. Wanting to smooth things over before he jumps in all apologetically I rush to speak first as soon as the call connects.

“Look, I know we’re texting people, not calling people. But this conversation needed to be had like this.”

“Are you telling me to lose your number? Because I will if that’s what you want.”

“No. I just think we’ve been living in some fantasy, and maybe you’re used to that since you’re an actor. But here in New York, no matter how badly I want to be a performer, I have to live in the real world. Any handouts I take, and any relationships I make will be used against me.”

“A holiday is not a handout. But wait, you want to be a performer?”

“During the year, I took acting and singing classes. I also auditioned for roles on Broadway. But obviously, I didn’t get any of the roles. But I swear, I didn’t recognise you when we met the other day. And I don’t intend to use you to get a role. I’m not a gold digger. I want to do this myself,” I ramble, hoping he believes me.

“Hey, I’m not accusing you of anything. I believe you. I’ve met people who are just trying to use me, I know the signs. So unless you’re a much better actress than I’m giving you credit for..?”

“None of this has been acting. I promise.”

“I believe you.” I hear knocking and someone calling out from the other end of the line. “I’m so sorry. They’re ready for me. I've got to go do soundcheck. Can I call you back later?”

“Soundcheck? Yeah, yeah. That’s fine. Bye, Jensen.”

“I’ll call you and explain later…or maybe tomorrow…I promise I’ll call you!”

The line falls silent and I sigh. I drag myself off the couch to make a sandwich. Just as I sit down to eat it my phone starts buzzing again. I glance at the caller ID and answer it with a smile.

“Hey, Stella!” I greet my best friend happily.

“Hey, Bestie! We still on for tonight?”

“Tonight?”

“You promised you’d help me with my wedding! I’m getting married in three weeks and there’s still so much to do!”

“Oh yeah! Of course! I can be there in say 30?”

“You’re the best, Bestie!”

“I know! See you soon!”

I hang up and finish eating my sandwich, clean up, throw on some warmer clothes and head out to catch the subway.

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Taglist: @stoneyggirl2 @hobby27

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

RAGHH!! Ok l lost it. I need nikolai content can l request a one shot with him taking every chance to ask the reader on a date? Like: imagine you are doing paper work BOOM he is there asking you out as a joke like that l’ll continue to losing it‼️‼️

Lost it

Oneshot: Where Nikolai doesn't take you as a joke, but do take you out on a date. Nikolai x Reader Masterlist Your wish is my command Nikolai simp anon, hope you find this post as always.

"Nikolai, give it back I know you stole it"

"I don't steal. I steal time. I steal innocence. I steal the joy on people's faces. And most of all, I steal lives and the possibility of a brighter future!" Nikolai chucked, as he started to play with the book you owned.

You were peacefully reading a book after finishing up the task assigned to you, thinking that you could have a 'me' time

but alas, where there is free time, there is him smirking casually , swaying away his hands over yours, and in the heat of moment you book is gone.

"Enough with the confused talk Gogol, hand me the book" You stated, as you streached your hands outwards to take away the book from him.

"Nah-uh, you always spend time on paperwork by Fyodor, and here you are owning such a free time, you choose to spend it read a book over me?" Nokolai stated dramatically, as he disappeared the book inside his cape.

"WAIT NO-"

Nikolai could only give off an innocent smile.

"You why?" You said as you tried to throw some punches at him. Sadly he wasn't ready to give up just yet.

"GIVE IT TO MEEE" You weakly battle cried, as you tried to punch him despite the fact you were worn out from everything by now.

"Well maybe if...."

"Fine Fine, what is it?"

And most of the time he made sure your eyes, soul and attention always was on his to which he went to every extend an abnormal ability user could do.

You free? Lets disturb you <3

You are growing flowers? Lets make sure they are replaced with fresh ones from the nursery, I mean why grow them?

You are talking to anyone other then him? The audiency! He makes sure the shoes are untied and that their car is set in reverse gear.

"Gogal! You cant just scare away my clients!!" "But Y/NNNNN its not my fault that they are taking more time to leave then usualll"

"Nikolai Gogol, where the hell are you taking me?" You said, as you walked in front of him, his hands over you eyes as the world in front of you was dark.

"Ah-uh, now we don't want to ruin the fun do we?" He replied back, his face just beside your ear, as his breath could be felt on your face. The distance between you two was close and you swore, if Fyodor saw this state, He would be the first one to laugh off.

Slowly, his hands went back to his sides, as you opened you eyes wide, staring at the sight. It was breathtaking except

you both were on an edge of a cliff.

"Nikolai- where?" You said, as you held onto the man now, the fear of falling down scared you. If you ever wanted to die, you rather not die from heights.

"Isnt it pretty Y/NNNN?" he says, as he helds you close, his arms around your body secured, even if there was no sense of security because you both could fall off any minute.

"IT Is but- Can we just go somewhere else?"

"Awww I thought you liked the view?"

"Yea well I would if we just back away a little" You said, as both of you backed away, the sight still in view as the sun settled down.

"Y/N-"

"Look!" You suddenly pointed at the land far away excitedly, as he followed his eyes towards where you pointed out, "I DIDNT KNOW WE HAD AN AMUSEMENT PARK!?"

"Wellll RIDDLE ME!" He shouted, as he spun around, laughing meniacly asking "Do Ms Y/N Perhaps wanna visit it?"

"Could me?"

"Only if you want"

You laughed a little at his response, his goofiness over the place as you half ran towards him and hugged him, only for him to spin you around until dizziness caught the best of you and you fell onto the ground.

"So Y/N, wanna check it out?"

"Is that a date Nikolai?" you playfully asked.

"Yes"

Oh how that word make you feel butterflies and bees in stomach.

[juneaulime]

Zombie!König x FEM!Reader

Pairing: Zombie!König x FEM!Reader

Tags: Primal König, Choking, Biting, Blood, Rough Sex, Not Beta Read.

Notes: Little German like Schatz and stuff, but nothing much, I'm not going to Google translate and get badly translated phrase. I'll spare the cringe for the Germans reader. Anyway, enjoy, I tried my best.

P.S. I still don't know how male anatomy work, lmao.

König turned into a zombie. Y/n found out and decided to hide it from the other members of KorTac. But, she couldn't hide him forever, so she told them. She told them everything and to trust her. Since then, König's been under her care. He began speaking again, though in a very broken English, he also started eating "normal" food, like snacks and processed meat, he still struggled with vegetable and cooked meat. But, he was good enough to be left alone for long times. So, y/n left for a mission that lasted 4 month. She thought it would be no big deal.

She came home, unusually dark and cold. She smelled König's scent, the scent of rotten meat mixed with soap. Weird combination but tollerable. She took off her gear and shoes, putting her backpack on the sofa. "König?" She calls out, then she hears big stomps, like he's dashing here. She chuckles and then turn around to face König, something about him looked primal. His eyes were blown wide and his breath was erratic. "Me... You... Sex" what? She looks at König confused "What- König, what do you mean by-" before she could finish her phrase König takes her wrist and pins her down on to the sofa, restricting her with his massive body, and a very noticeable bulge in his pants.

"Schatz... Sex... Now!" His to e was different from the first time, this time he sounded... Primal, and... Commanding. She puts a hand on his chest as a way to symbolize that she was not up to it. "König, listen. We can't... You'll break me." Her voice trembled when she said "break me", but as soon those words left her mouth something snapped in König, his grip tightened on her wrist and he was drooling now and growling. "Y/n... Please... Sex?" He said now begging and rubbing his erection on her stomach, she swallows her spit and gives up. She caresses his masked face "Okay... Fine. You win. Try to be nice, ok?" He nods excitedly. He takes off her shirt and pants, struggles with her bra which she helps him out with it.

There she was, laid bare and naked in front of König. He takes off his mask and tries to kiss her, but due to the lack of his lips he struggles a bit, but she understood and guides his mouth open and intertwine their tongues. He felt cold, compared to her she was warm, he could still feel it a bit on his fingertips. He traces her spine and trails down to her neck and collarbone, leaving small kisses and licks. He stops and looks at her with pleading eyes, she nods and he opens his mouth and bites her neck. She lets out a pained moan, which scares König for a minute, he looks back up, and she just nods again. He holds her hand, and rips his pants off of him, he lines up against her wet pussy. He looks up one last time and she nods again, maybe for the last time.

He takes a deep breath and pushes himself inside of her, immediately a wave of heat against his dick and the wetness, he let's out a satisfied groan. The caresses her face and starts moving with a steady pace. Little by little he gets faster and faster then he hits her cervix. She let's out a loud moan and her eyes rolling back into her skull. Her mouth hanged open and she breath was short and erratic. She looks up and sees that König was now lost, his reason was now gone, replaced by his primal instinct of sex. He let's go of her hand and puts it around her neck choking her lightly and starts fucking into her. He kept moving his hips and groaning and she kept moaning and pleading uselessly to König to slow down, but he won't listen. His grip tightens on her neck choking her completely, she cries out and squirts all over him. He let's out a satisfied laughter, and let's go of her neck and pulls her up against him. He holds her and kisses his neck and bites her, she yelps. With that he starts moving again, this time he felt even deeper inside of her, their moans and groans could've been heard all over the house. After God knows how long she feels König emptying inside of her, he pulls out and immediately positions y/n's face against his still hard member now covered in his and her cum. She doesn't think twice and give it a lick and takes it into her hand giving him a couple of pumps, she kisses his base and balls and goes up to the head swallowing whole. He groans and cums in her mouth pushing her even deeper onto his dick.

After he was done she lays there her mind fucked out of her and he looks at her, both ends filled with him.

He picks her up in bridal style and takes their clothes to the laundry.

He tosses their clothes in the washer and opens the door to the bath. He turns on the hot water and adds some bath salt.

He carefully washes her and after soaping her up and washing her up, he gets into the bath with her in his arms. She slowly blinks her eyes open and looks at him, they make eye contact and smile. She lays her head back on to his shoulder, falling asleep once again.

The End.

End note: Aahdhdbdbdhd hope y'all liked it!!! I tried my best!! Byee

[wulfums]

5G family thoughts

Gnarly had genuinely horrible parents growing uo. He left at 16 and hasnt spoken to the since. So when Griddle happens (unplanned completely) he decided pretty fast that being a great dad is his new goal.

Since theres 3 of em in the throuple, theyre financially stable enough for Gnarly to quit his job that he hates and be a stay at home dad. I think he Loves it. He loves hanging out with his kids. He has some trouble connecting with Griddle since hes more introverted, but something they love doing together is watching youtube and doing their own ‘rifftrax’ on it once Griddle can talk. Gnarly is sooo encouraging and will laugh at every joke Griddle makes which helps Griddles confidence a lot. So its just something that they do together, even once Griddles an adult.

When Gnasty happens, it becomes obvious shes way more extroverted than Griddle. And she also ends up with Gnarly as her fav dad.

I think Griddle gets really upset when Gnasty first hatches because he feels like hes being ignored and replaced. Gnarly doesnt notice for a while because you know, babys need a lot of attention and Griddle spends a lot of time on his own anyways. But it isnt Just Gnarly paying attention to the new baby, its all three of Griddles dads.

Griddle just refuses to say anything, but Gristle walks in on Griddle crying in his room and is like :( Griddle…come to the living room. Tell us whats wrong.

So Griddle tells them he thinks theyre replacing him with his sister, and that they like her more and that no one ever plays with him anymore :( His dads explain that babys cant do anything for themselves and thats why, but they realize they maybe havrnt been spending enough time with Griddle and should have been checking on him more instead of assuming hes fine and assuming him saying he hates his sister is him being Difficult instead of him being scared of being replaced

So they start making sure Griddle gets time with all his dads. They also make sure to ask him if he wants to come do something, even if they know he wont, because getting a choice means a lot to Griddle. They give him some tasks to hell with the baby so he feels involved. His very important job is to read to his baby sister, which he takes very seriously!! Though this ends up with her only wanting her big brother to read her stories when shes toddler age. Shes like “Gwiddle is better at it, you guys suck at it >:(“ and that makes Griddle feel good and really helps him finally bond with her.

One of the fun Dad Things that Gnarly does is that he asks Gristle and Grim to make up small rules that they dont actually care about, so that when theyre both working (Gristle works at a pub, Grim is an author and the kids understand he needs to be alone in his office during worktime. So like hes technically home but hes at work.) Gnarly can be like “As the coolest dad, you guys dont have to follow those rules. But it has to be a secret, ok?” And it makes the kids think theyre getting away with something w/ their Cool Dad.

The age difference between Griddle and Gnasty is 4 years I think btw. And even once Griddle starts liking his sister, hes like “Ok but I dont want anymore siblings, ok?” To his dads. And Gnarly is like “Dont worry, im taking your other dads to the vet to get them fixed.” And that makes Griddle giggle (So when Gristle goes in for surgery when he elects to get his tubes tied, both Grim and Gnarly are like yeah hes at the vet getting fixed. Its just become a family inside joke.)

Idk I love this family…

[uranianshivers]

Hi! I've got a NSFW request.

Could I request Malleus overstimulating his fem!s/o?

Hello, I hope you like this, sorry for the waiting tho!

Warnings: n/sfw, afab!reader, overstimulation, double dick, double prenetation, oral (male and female receiving), praising (?), anal sex (?).

Notes: I didn't understand if you wanted hcs or an one-shot so I decided to make a one-shot, if you wanted hcs I'm sorry, feel free to ask me for them.

It was a cloudly night at Diasomnia, it was cold, inviting the students to hide under their blankest to not froze, and even with the weather like that you and your boyfriend decided to do more than just sleep and cuddle, you layed in Malleus' bed with your vision obstructed by a handkerchief in your eyes while he looked at you with a sly smile, pushing the vibrator more deep into your anus, he wasn't a really big fan of toys but he wanted to try something new "you look so pretty like this" Malleus purred in your ear while shaky moans got off of your mouth "what a heavenly sound, let's see how many more of that ones you made with this" you didn't see anything but you know what is happening, the sound of the pants falling maked it obvious, Malleus saw his two lenghts wondering if the two of it could fit in your pussy, well, he had to try at least "this maybe will hurt a little, ok darling?" he said to calm you but it actually scared you, you knowed that faes feel pain differently, a punch of a profesional boxxer could be like the touch of a feater probably. Your mind was interrupted when you feeled the lips of Malleus kissing you pasionately to the point you almost forgot what was about to happend, a scream begged for you to stop the kissing the moment the two cocks of your boyfriend got inside of you, making your walls wide at the same time that tighting because of the repentinity of the action. Malleus keeped kissing you, making you calm down a little "it's fine my treasure, you're doing okay" Malleus said between soft moans when he saw you more calmed down, Malleus started to move a little, looking directly at your face as he thrusted into you, he didn't even realize the moment marks of bites started to show in your body and the rough way his dicks were thrusting into you, moans started to make louder everytime and he didn't even care if others heared at this point, so loss in the moment he didn't even remembered when the vibrator was broked, being replaced with one of his cocks "Mal-" you didn't even finish saying his name when the feeling of your first orgasm of the night hitted you, making your back arch and aswell your body was going through that your boyfriend find climax no so long after, you were exausted and hoped to a break "Well, that was good, I think we should go to rest now" you said that while taking the handkerchief off of your eyes "no" Malleus said firmly and you looked at him confused "this hasn't ended yet" and with that he layed you in the bed again, still confused eyes in your face changing fastly to surprise ones when you felt Malleus' tongue in your clit, soft moans leaving your mouth at the feel of your boyfriend twirling his tongue and licking all your down parts as well as the mix of his and your cum, it feeled heavenly, Malleus kissed your clit and with that you cummed again, you were sensitive thanks of the two times you cummed, Begging that he stopped but he didn't, he get out of the bed to search something while you were breathing heavy and when he returned he putted a tiny vibrator inside of you without asking, the moans that were filling the room again were stoped in one moment by Malleus, inserting one of his leaking dicks inside of your mouth while the other rested in your cheek leaving precum tint it "suck" was the only thing he said and with no waiting you started to suck him off, the vibrations maked you have moans and making at the same time that Malleus' cock twitch inside of your mounth because of that, he started to move, the other dick that wasn't in your mouth rubbing in the surface of your cheek, all the situation making you cum again.

You were laying in bed with your boyfriend sleep at your side, you barely remember somethings that happened, like the moment you started to rub your cunt in his thigh or when he fingered you as well he kissed you, your muscles were in fire, you guessed you really needed a longer rest and with that you falled aesleep again in your lover's arms.

[cuddl3s4shur1]

Museum Day

Paring:Shuri x Museum Docent Y/n

Summary , As shuri needed to take a break from her lab work riri would take her out to art museum where she would fall in love with the docent

Authors Note: I’m just going to publish this so y’all don’t think about my drug dealer riri story or my Producer Shuri story 😄. Anyways enjoy this fluff if I do make a part 2 it’s going to be smut in a museum

Taglist : @inmyheadimobsessed @saintwrld @locoforshuri @taiiunknown @atssukoo @niaalove @malltake12 @writesbyriri @secretgyals

- I don’t remember anyone else sorry 😞

Sneak Peek 🫣: She comes out in a beautiful yet simple outfit. The young lady would catch the princess’s attention quick

♡ ♡

Amazed

That’s how shuri felt when she first saw you at the museum.

Riri had been practically begging shuri to come in Chicago so they can spend time together and mainly so shuri could get out the lab.

Recently riri had been seeing many advertisements and TikTok’s on a art museum in Chicago. Riri knew exactly where she was going to take shuri . She knew where would most likely enjoy the art sense she loves looking at new things .

“Bro your going to love this activity I planned out for you shuri “ riri says as she smiles realizing they where getting closer and closer to the museum. “We’ll knowing you riri I probably am “ shuri says unfazed . “Actually where are we going “ shuri questions riri . “Don’t worry about that “ she says riri becomes more anxious as she gets to the musem .“Riri your scaring me “ shuri jokes to her . “Bro you’ll be fine okay “ as riri says that she parallel parks her car . “And just like that where here , isn’t that just nice “ she smiles and looks at shuri . “Yeah I guess it is “ shuri says being nonchalant about it . She looks out the car window and sees that it’s a musem.

“Ahh a museum is it “ shuri says creating a slight smile . “ intle… intle (Nice…Nice) “ shuri says softly. “I got us a docent because i thought that maybe they would help” riri says as she gets out the car . “Thanks “ shuri says as she also gets out also . They walk into the museum in sync and they look around. “This is ubuhle obuphefumlayo ( Breathtaking Beauty) “ shuri says as she looks around the museum .

Riri heads to the front desk so she could get the docent . “Hello I’m Riri Williams and online I asked for a docent by the name of Gabriel” riri asks being as polite as she could possibly be . “Ah , your docent is not here but I can get you another one to replace his absent , is that fine “ the lady ends with a question. “Actually yes that would be great “ riri smiles . “Y/n , come to the front desk “ the lady says on her walky talky. Soon enough a young lady that looked around Riri’s age would show up . She comes out in a beautiful yet simple outfit. The young lady would catch the princess’s attention quick . “You called me Janet “ she says calmly. “Oh yeah sense gab is out your going to have to fill in “ she says smiling and looking at y/n but than ending and looking back at riri. “Oh ok well that’s fine” the lady says she was unfazed and calm which already riri liked .

Riri looked back at shuri and waved her so she could come over and start the tour . Instantly shuri walks towards the group like something took over her body.

“Is everyone here “ y/n questions the two . “Yes “ shuri smile. “Oh well welcome to the musem , I’ll be your docent today you may call me y/n if you have any questions about the art work just ask me and I’ll answer the questions to best of my ability “ she says smiling .”I’m riri and this is my friend and this is are first time here “ riri says being anxious and excited . “Oh well I hope you enjoy the art work and me as your docent today “y/n says . “Oh don’t worry we will” riri jokes .

The lady’s would stop at each and every art work they saw . Y/n thought this was nice since most people just glance and find a new art work that interests them. Shuri loved the how y/n was so calm and friendly with them .

As the musem would come to and end shuri started to admire y/n more the only problem was shuri being bad at flirting , “well this looks like it’s the last art work in this gallery, I hope you enjoyed me as your docent and I hope you enjoyed each and every work you saw today “ the lady says as she looks at the two women . “Any questions or thoughts “ she says asking not thinking any thing of it . “Um I was wondering if you like to hang out later “ shuri says. “I mean I usually don't hang out with people from work but I can maybe make a change those rules for you “ she says winking at shuri . This causes shuri to be flustered . “ talk to me when I’m at the front desk and maybe we’ll make something work “ y/n flirts with shuri and walks away .

“She was definitely feeling you “ riri jokes to shuri. “She was “ shuri says to riri . “ shuri are you being fr she literally winked and damn near flirted with you on job “ riri says being un able to realize how shuri was so oblivious to see y/n flirt . “Shuri please don’t fumble the bag ok “ riri demands to her . “Ok I’ll try “ she says . “Give me a pen a paper “shuri demands . Riri looks through her purse and give it to her .

Shuri writes a note

‘Call me later +1 XXX-XXX-XXXX - xoxo your love shuri :)’ .

Shuri goes over to the desk and grabs y/n’s hand. She trails her hand down y/n’s arm to her where she places the note . She closes it at it gives it a kiss . “See you later usana” shuri smiles .

Y/n reads the note and when finished she puts it in her back pocket.

“Oh y/n finna get laid “ Janet smirks . “Shut up Janet “ y/n jokes . “Just saying “ Janet says .

Oh how you where wondering how this call would go

[hectorthedoggo]

hey so i wrote the first part out of 9 for the fic where the prisoners observe/experience some of my es hcs, fugue update idk later (maybe friday if i have time) but i'm not gonna write kazui for this one hence the nine.

under cut. It's in Haruka's perspective, so sorry if i wrote him wrong (never written him before ; ;)

also not edited ima do that later but a little preview here

Haruka had earliersubmitted his order forms. I mean, I don’t want to be a bother to the warden… but Mu said it was okay to ask for things, so I guess?

He really wanted cotton candy. It was his favorite, and was like childhood memories. Haruka remembered telling that to the guard in passing once.

Es had scoffed in response, insisting they had to leave. Were they mad at me?

Why had they been mad at me? Did I say something wrong?

I always do that, don’t I?

He shook his head. I want to visit Mu now. I feel… sad.

Haruka peered out of his room and lightly padded over to Mu’s cell. I hope she’s not mad at me for visiting.

He knocked, and a familiar, warm voice called out, “Come in!”

He lightly opened the door so she wouldn’t get scared. “Ah, Haruka!”

Mu was cross legged on her bed, lifting a fork of crepe to her mouth. She swallowed, and smiled at him, making him blush.

“This crepe is really good! Even if they’re a little bit of a meanie, this guard knows their stuff! Right, what did you request?” She set down the delicacy and walked towards

“C-cotton candy, but, uh, are the requests out?”

She giggled. “Of course they are, silly! How else would I get my crepe?” Oh, I’m stupid.

“Sorry…”

“It’s fine! I’ll walk with you to get your cotton candy!”

“Really?!” He lit up.

She nodded, taking his hand. “Of course, let’s go!”

The two walked through the halls, Mu chattering about drama with Haruka listening intently; the pair made their way to the place to pick up requests. 

Sure enough, his treat was lying there, and he grabbed it excitedly. The warden got this… for me!

He had no problems with it, but Mu took a closer look at it. “Hey… Haruka, I think this is wrong.”

“Huh?” Did I do something?

“It looks like someone took a bite of it.”

He looked at it. Sure, it does look weird, but I think I’ll still eat it.

Haruka brought it up to his mouth, intending to eat it and Mu cringed. “Ew! Don’t eat that! Someone else already touched it!”

Oh… but I wanted to eat it… She grabbed it out of his hand, and threw it away. She sighed, ignoring his sadness. “Who would do that? Amane? Ah, but she doesn’t seem the type…”

She kept mumbling to herself as Haruka tried to console himself about his lost treat.

Mu smirked, going into a wild fit of laughter. Haruka looked down at her, and she collected herself. “I- it’s Es… oh my god, they would, that’s so pathetic; does Milgram not give them their own treats?”

Haruka tilted his head, sounding out the word. “Pa-the-tic?”

“Like you! Being pathetic is what makes you so endearing- sorry, funny. Don’t worry, you’re nicer than them, so it balances out.”

Haruka nodded, a note of uncertainty in his voice. “Ok!” I don’t like being compared.

No, Mu likes me, and I’m not going to be replaced.

[skulls-soul]

Have some Booigi!! specifically there first I love you these are kind of head cannons, and also kind of prompts idk but if you wanna do something with this then go ahead 

 If king boo was the first one to say I love you, it would probably be in the middle of their first make out ascension or something I don’t know, but king boo did not wait at all. He’s been new and was ready to tell Luigi just waiting for the right moment.

When luigi heard the words come out of king boo, he was so shocked that he was basically like a deer staring at headlights KB after some time would get concerned and start poking his face trying to get him back down to earth

Once he’s finally back to reality  Luigi asked him to say it again in which king boo obliges to  Luigi Jaw drops a little take another moment before he asks “you really mean it?” 

Yes, Luigi is a little bit suspicious since he haven’t been dating for that long and he is still trying to get used to the fact that the relationship is developing somewhere where he never thought it would go so at the moment he’s currently was not really ready to say. I love you back yet.

King boo (kind of expected this) says that it’s fine and that he can take his time and asked if it’s ok for him to say it as much as he wants since it’s true and he doesn’t want to hold back  Luigi, without thinking says that it’s no problem and soon after wonders if he made a mistake since now king boo says it a lot and he means a lot

King boo started calling him my love, and sometimes when they’re just chilling on the couch, he’ll start saying I love you over and over again, causing Luigi to blush

One night, a king boo was sleeping over. He was talking to a very exhausted Luigi  who is in the middle of getting in the bed, ready to fall asleep king boo—even though he doesn’t need to sleep—already settled and ready to join him. he was just about to give Luigi his nightly I love you and good night before luigi planted a kiss on him after pulling away and releasing a big yawn, he tells king boo, that he love him and good night

 king boo malfunctioned for a a moment, surprised to hear the words once he came back though ready to say it back, he found a Luigi was out like a light which was good for king boo because he needed to fly off somewhere to celebrate before coming back to hold luigi close

But what if Luigi said i love you first?

King boo even though he really really wanted to decided that he would wait until Luigi said it first, since he didn’t want to scare Luigi off even though he really enjoys scaring Luigi, he wouldn’t enjoy scaring him away

It took a couple of months, and there were some moments where king boo almost broke, and said it first, but he held strong

It was one night after spending the entire day with each other and half of the night partying when Luigi said it.

They were sitting down at a bench under the moonlight as fire flies help light the shadows in the woods. Holding each other close as they talk to each one another in a low and hush voice.

It was in passing conversation said so casually that king boo almost didn’t catch it and yet somehow at the same time it’s stood out from the rest. all Luigi said was how lucky he was to spend the day with a boo he loves (or maybe) he says how he loved today and that today was awesome but he especially loves him the most

King boo had to take a moment to make sure that he heard Luigi correctly and in that moment Luigis face morphed from a gentle in love, smile, to slight concern and worry. for a bit, Luigi’s anxiety would tell him that he fucked up and that he shouldn’t have said that.

It wasn’t until Luigis was asked to say it again a few more times before his anxiety disappeared. Being replaced with just pure confusion as he sees king boos face go from shock to overjoy he asked Luigi if he meant it like truly truly means it, and when Luigi gave a simple nod king boo flew up into the air, giving a little loop before diving back down to swoop up Luigi into his arms as he laughs

When lu was finally set back down on his feet, king boo showered him with kisses before saying “you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to say. I love you too”

I have a Bowser X Luigi version of this as well that is posted at the same time as this if you want to check that out :P if not I hope you enjoyed and if you have your own little head cannons for this concept by all means, do you share :3

[incesthemes]

Happy Wincest Wednesday Ciel!!!!!

Sorry this one is so late, my Wednesday in general is starting pretty late today 😅

Ok so my question for you this week, is what are your thoughts on the "boyking" storyline and possible directions it could've gone or you wish it could've gone. Did you like that storyline? Dislike it? Do you have any headcannons for how the boys relationship would shift or develop if Sam was to become the boyking? What kinds of things do you think would lead to Sam finally taking that leap into that role? Etc.

Feel free to answer his whenever since it's so late!

happy wincest wednesday!!!! an entire week late 😳 i got so absorbed in the book i was reading i neglected basically everything else around me, oops

i LOVE the boyking plotline. it represents everything i love about supernatural, to the extent that rewatching anything beyond season 2 is almost difficult because of everything that is lost beyond 2x22. lilith's cool and all but she's no azazel, you feel me

if sam had become the boyking i have pretty much no doubt in my mind that dean would have followed him anyway. by the time they get to their honeymoon phase in season 2, there's so little that can affect dean's unwavering faith in sam it's actually pathetic of him, and he's willing to make any excuse necessary to stand behind sam and remain loyal

of course i don't exactly think sam embracing his fate would have made him, like, evil. in the typical sense of the word. i think he would still be sam, and as long as sam is sam, dean can't fulfill his own destiny. he might accept his powers, he might lead an army of demons, but he would still be sam, and that means, to dean, he would be doing everything for the right reasons. (and crucially, sam would also definitely believe he's doing it all for the right reasons, which only strengthens dean's conviction).

(because dean's faith in sam only begins to waver in season 3 once azazel plants the "came back wrong" idea in dean's head, and even then dean fails to act on his faulty suspicions in any way that would matter. he pussyfoots around the topic and keeps his fears to himself—and when sam brings a demon into things, what does dean do? nothing, that's what. puppy dog behavior i swear. dude needs a full season and 40 years in hell to even start thinking that maybe sam is doing something wrong here and he needs to intervene by force. wtf)

(point is, without azazel sowing doubt within dean, i don't think dean ever would have wavered in his conviction. he replaced his blind loyalty in john with blind loyalty in sam, because that's all he knows, and he needs external motivation to begin to grow out of that mindset)

(he might have continued down the path of belief that he can still save sam, but the point where he's at toward the end of season 2 is like... he's so unwilling to do anything that might hurt his brother. he takes everything in stride no matter how scared or concerned he gets, and as long as sam remains wholly himself, i don't think dean could be moved to action without some external force acting on him. if sam fulfills his destiny by becoming boy king, azazel would have no reason to suggest sam came back wrong, and sam wouldn't have died and dean wouldn't have sold his soul. they would remain suspended in honeymoon phase indefinitely unless something else came along to shake dean's resolve.)

anyway, i think what would push sam to become boyking is dean. i mean dean is the only reason sam's powers ever develop in the first place (the telekinesis in 1x14, because he wants to save dean), and when meg and azazel are trying to goad sam into using his powers, they threaten dean's safety. use your powers to protect dean, they say, and sam is torn between wanting it and hating himself. if anything was going to convince sam to become boyking, it would be dean. (and didn't he do this anyway? his whole idea to save dean from hell was to drink demon blood, effectively embracing his fate and becoming a simile of the original boyking path laid out for him. it's always about dean and it's always about sam needing dean to stay in his life forever and ever.)

so it would probably go like this: dean is in danger, sam can't get to him, he embraces his powers, and he never goes back. he saves dean and he understands for the first time, too intimately perhaps, that these powers make him stronger. he can protect dean and he can get what he wants (also dean) and he can be happy. that's the ending that was promised to him anyway.

narratively speaking, if sam turns to his fate, then he's necessarily turning away from dean, and that causes a ripple effect which makes dean choose his fate over sam, which logically would result in them killing each other cain and abel style. but ultimately i think that would be a long while off for them because of how utterly twisted into each other they are in the second half of season 2. they'd need an external force to shake dean's blind loyalty to sam, and if no compelling arguments are made, dean would likely single-mindedly keep trying to "save" sam no matter the cost to himself or anyone else.

the honeymoon phase is such a weird period in the show because dean is just so completely insane about sam, which throws a curve ball into all of the fate vs family conflict. congrats john, this is your true legacy ✨