#okay. anyway. EVERY TIME i make a post about this ship it's already longer than originally planned and then i add more in the tags

[aphroditeinthesea]

heyyyy could you write jason x daughter of Poseidon. where the reader gets taken with percy to camp jupiter and when the argo two arrives jason and the reader slowly become flirty friends. but at a very unfortunate time they flirting turns too real.

“ sparks fly ”

jason grace x daughter of poseidon ⚡️

i really don’t like how this turned out but i hope it’s okay that this is half hcs, half one shot-ish and tbh i didn’t wanna post this but also didn’t wanna like ignore this request

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- y/n was holding onto her brother’s arm as she tried to get through the crowd of people

- “is that…?”

- but her brother didn’t hear as his green eyes locked with grey ones

- but she heard reyna speak and her attention turned to someone else

- “jason grace, my former colleague”

- when she looked forward, she saw the most beautiful boy she had ever laid eyes on

- although she was soon distracted by her brother leaving her grasp

- she let go of his arm and let him run to his girlfriend

- as everyone watched the scene unfold, she turned to look back at the son of jupiter

- only to find blue eyes meeting hers

- she quickly looked away but couldn’t hide the pink on her cheeks

- when she got to know him, the way she felt only grew

- she found herself doing everything in her power to talk to him

- sitting next to him at meals or even acting like she needed help with something she could completely do herself

- “hey, jason, can you grab that for me?” she would ask, pointing to a high shelf

- “yeah of course,” he would always respond

- but she would watch as his shirt would slightly show his abs as he leaned up

- and percy would be standing behind her like🧍‍♂️

- but when a monster attacked the ship and was 2 seconds away from killing jason???

- y/n was there in a second, slicing that monster

- and jason was like “that was amazing for someone who can’t open a jar of pickles”

- and she was like “i know right”

- or when she came into his room late at night after having a nightmare

- “is it okay if i stay with you?” she whispered into the darkness

- “of course,” he was already awake so he scooted over to make room for her

- she quickly took the spot next to him and let herself burrow next to him

- “why didn’t you ask your brother?”

- she couldn’t think of an answer

- after all, there was her brother or annabeth, who she had known for far longer than the boy she laid next to

- she just sighed and finally spoke again

- “i knew you’d be awake”

- that wasn’t the last time she did that either

- every nightmare she had, she would find her way to his room where he welcomed her with open arms

- but when percy and annabeth fell into tartarus, the nightmares only worsened

- night after night, she would wake up in a sweat

- she got too embarrassed to keep bothering jason, which he took notice to

- one night he found her sitting in the mess hall, staring off into space

- “y/n?”

- she looked up at him and tried to force a smile

- “are you okay?”

- “why wouldn’t i be?”

- he took the seat next to her, “can’t sleep?”

- she shook her head, “i just know i’ll be waking up soon enough from a nightmare, so why even try?”

- he worriedly looked at her, but she wouldn’t even face him

- “you need to sleep, y/n,” he whispered

- she stayed silent

- “you can stay in my room, i really don’t mind”

- still silence

- “y/n?”

- “i don’t have a crush on you,” she suddenly spoke and looked up at him

- his eye widened, “what?”

- “i thought i had a crush on you, but i don’t, jase”

- he felt his heart heavy as he still stared at her

- “jason, i am so in love with you”

- he completely froze, his brain basically short circuiting

- kind of literally too as his hands slightly sparked when she spoke

- “i’m sorry, i had to tell you. there’s just so much going on right now, and trying to hide that was just one more thing i had to stress about”

- “no, y/n, it’s okay”

- “really?”

- “really.”

- she looked away, “i should get to bed anyways”

- she began walking away but he followed behind her, “wait”

- she turned around, waiting for the embarrassment to hit her

- but instead only a pair of lips did

- “i love you, too.”

- she didn’t say anything as she pulled him into another kiss

[olympeline]

Love love love the omega verse fruk content! But, what do we think about omega Arthur accidentally getting pregnant in the 16th century and voila, FACE fam is born… something something “nation people don’t get pregnant even if they’re presenting omega and going through heat” but then new land is discover and “oops” turns out there is a reason why nation people have reproductive cycles

Oh nonny, do not unleash these thoughts on me! I tell you they will take root 🥺

See? Now I’m posting about it. I hope you’re happy! 😩

If this happened, I’m guessing it would be because of a very specific sets of circumstances. Otherwise nation-people don’t reproduce like humans do. When a new land is discovered, a successful settler population is established, with the main bulk of the settlers coming from an omega nation, and a significant portion coming from their alpha partner. And it had to be part of the New World, maybe? Like the clue is in the name. Just something about the Old World that makes it so no new nation-people are born the human way there any more. They used to be but it happened so long ago, when the Old World was new, that now not even China remembers. It’s become like an old wives’ tale to the nation folk. Anyway, all these boxes have to be ticked otherwise the new colony/nation-person comes into being the “normal” way and just appears one day. I kinda like this idea actually. Like a/b/o nations can have kids but such rare situations have to arise that they almost never do? And reproductive knowledge is still a loooot of guesswork back then too, so.

Soooo Francis and Arthur don’t bother with even the primitive precautions they had at the time. Why would they? The NA twins are the first new nation-people born this way in thousands of years, so the Dover pair had no idea they needed to be careful. Just carried on with their usual fooling around every time Arthur’s heat came, including on the shores of the New World. Like, literally on the shore, maybe? Francis is already there with the French colonists when he senses Arthur is near. Goes miles down the coastline close to where the English settlers are. Headcanon here that nation-people can travel much faster than normal humans so this doesn’t take him months, lol. Finds an English ship anchored and their personification alone on the beach. In heat and giving off an aura of STAY AWAY NORMAL HUMANS I LOVE YOU BUT FOR NO SPECIFIC REASON ENGLAND NEEDS SOME ALONE TIME WITH HIS FUTURE MATE ANCIENT ENEMY WHO HE STILL TOTALLY HATES SO GO INTO THE SETTLEMENT AND LEAVE YOUR MOTHERLAND BE UNTIL HE CALLS YOU, OKAY?

Arthur is all curled up in the sand like an overheated, grumpy merman. Scolds Francis for making him wait, then pulls him down and won’t even let Francis move them off the beach until they’ve done it a few times. Something about this heat has made it almost as bad as the first one and it started coming on halfway across the Atlantic. No amount of whining from Francis about sand in his hair or his new clothes getting ruined is going to make Arthur wait a moment longer for that knot. Even after Francis puts his foot down when the tide starts coming in and drags Arthur inland, they still keep at it. Marathon session that goes on and on until they’re both sore, sticky, and totally exhausted.

Francis: Needy this time weren’t we, mon lapin?

Arthur: Mmmm…*Sated omega sounds followed by three day sleep*

Francis stays by Arthur’s side and brings him food when he wakes up. He can’t explain why. He just…really wants to. Struts and sashays right into the English settlement, commandeers a kitchen and supplies, and just dares them to object, lmao. No one is that dumb! So Arthur gets a French feast when he wakes up. Then Francis keeps hanging around and staying close. Eventually a secretly pleased but outwardly embarrassed tsundere Arthur has to shoo him away back to his own lands. The food and aftercare are nice but people might start to talk and suspect, you know? They’re still supposed to be enemies.

Afterwards life carries on and things go back to normal. They get distracted by the day-to-day routine of being nations. So much so that Francis fails to notice when Arthur doesn’t call on him for help with his heats. It’s only when Arthur misses a third time that he starts to wonder. But then, Arthur was a late bloomer and their cycles are always a little wacky. Not so weird to skip a heat or two then have several close together. Francis isn’t too worried and neither is Arthur. Then he starts getting other weird symptoms. Often at hilariously inopportune times:

Arthur: *Mid Anglo-Spanish naval battle* Die, Catholic dog! You…

Antonio:….Yes?

Arthur:…One moment, please. *Dashes to the side of the ship to throw up*

Antonio:…Comida inglesa, ni siquiera una vez.

We’ve basically entered a pregnancy focused romantic comedy at this stage, lol. Not that anyone realises for a long time, Francis and Arthur included. It should be obvious: Arthur throwing up, not getting his heats, the alphas around him (even his enemies) suddenly not wanting to hurt him as much and pulling their punches when they fight, Francis wanting to stick around and be by his side, etc. It shouldn’t take a genius to work out what’s happening. But remember, hardly anyone knows Arthur is an omega at this point. Plus this kind of nation-person pregnancy is something that had passed into antiquity and become a myth. So everyone’s density is justfied.

In the end, it’s Alasdair who works it out first. He’s an alpha and Arthur’s older brother so his own protective instincts had to be going crazy. Which, on top of all the other changes Arthur is going through, the biggest telltale is his scent. Arthur’s brothers know him best out of everyone and, as the group’s sole alpha, Alasdair’s nose picks up what should be impossible. He thinks he’s wrong for months but the evidence keeps piling up. One morning he comes in to find Arthur slumped over with his head in a bucket as has become a common occurrence lately. Then, while Arthur’s good and distracted, Alasdair sneaks up to scent him. Then rips up his shirt and sees that barely there, slightly rounded middle. There’s no denying it then. Arthur’s omega nature and his “arrangement” with Francis was an open secret in the British Isles family. Arthur’s hastily put together potions and spells could disguise his scent enough to fool other nation-people, but not them. They all suspected but none of them, not even Alasdair, ever said anything out of respect for Arthur’s feelings. They knew what a blow it must have been for him. In spite of everything, they still care for the idiot, you know? He’s still their little brother.

Alasdair accuses Arthur in his ordinary, ultra blunt, Scottish way. Arthur brushes him off as being crazy. Alasdair leaves and comes back with Dylan and one of his books on the ancient history of their kind. Dylan is convinced, Arthur isn’t. You know how he is: denial all the way, baby! Dylan says Arthur is sick because the child needs to spend time in the New World where it will be born. Needs to soak up the energy of the land and the like. Otherwise…bad things, for both of them. Arthur says “you’re all crazy stop being crazy go away, crazy acting brothers of mine” but Alasdair says “right, then!” and just grabs Arthur up. Then, with Dylan’s help, they bundle their furious, spitting sibling onto a ship headed for Virginia. Alasdair goes with him. Meanwhile Dylan heads across the channel to tell Francis (“DYLAN DON’T YOU DARE DYLAN I WILL KILL YOU I SWEAR IF YOU SAY ONE WORD TO THE FROG-” - Arthur, probably). Francis is stunned by the news. Stunned and…cautiously ecstatic? I know he really wishes he could have a family in canon. Oh man, he would so want to believe this is real. But also be so afraid to get his hopes up because it sounds impossible. The drama! We love it. 🥺 Francis jumps on the fastest ship they have and sails to the English settlement to be reunited with Arthur. After a hilariously awkward conversation between the Auld Alliance duo (“…so, seems ye knocked up my little brother” “…oui, seems I did” “…aye, carry on, then” “merci”) Francis is allowed into the bedroom to see Arthur. Who’s still a Scottish prisoner, still in denial, and sulking like mad in a nest he made. Don’t ask him why he keeps wanting to make nests these days even though he hasn’t had a heat in ages. Well, you can ask but the only answer you will get is shut up and go away, dickhead. Arthur Bloody Kirkland is the face of the United Bloody Kingdom and he can make bloody nests if he bloody wants to! *Hissy tsundere noises*

Arthur tries to bluster at Francis to go away or better yet help him throttle Alasdair who’s obviously gone mental, but Francis doesn’t give him the chance. Just pounces and kisses Arthur, cheats shamelessly by using wicked lips and fingers on the omega spot on Arthur’s neck, making him go all loose and purry. Then Francis presses both their hands to Arthur’s stomach and they feel something move.

One of the NA twins - probably Alfred, I mean let’s be honest - waking up to say hello.

Even Arthur can’t deny it after that. Shocked and furious, he tries to rant at Francis (“WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO ME YOU FUCKING FROG! THIS IS YOUR FAULT! I’LL FUCKING SKIN YOU FOR THIS-!” - Arthur, definitely) but Francis is crying too hard to notice. Then he’s laughing and sobbing at the same time: hugging Arthur, professing his love, and kissing his lips off. Arthur’s shock and fear based rage stands no chance in the face of Francis’s thousand years plus heartfelt yearning for a family. He gives in and lets Francis have his moment of ecstasy. The kissing soon evolves into something else and Francis almost loses control and gives Arthur a mating bite, but pulls back at the last second. They’re not ready for that. Arthur noticed. Arthur didn’t say he did. Arthur is secretly grateful and feels his heart flutter even so.

Things go pretty smoothly after the big revelation, all things considered. High emotions settle and they start planning. Arthur stays in the New World and so does Francis. They have their people build a small cabin on the border between their territories so Arthur can have some peace away from curious human eyes. Alasdair goes back to Britain and takes over as leader of the UK for the time being. Dylan scrapes together every bit of knowledge about nation-person pregnancy he can (not much and not all of it useful) and brings it to the FrUK couple along with the usual books on human birth. They all decide to keep it secret from the rest of their kind. Otherwise everyone would want to come and see this miraculous anomaly. Arthur is stressed enough as it is even if he is starting to come round to the idea. No one wants him and the baby to become objects of curiosity. Then the time comes and Francis is with Arthur for it. Getting screamed at, getting his fingers crushed, taking promises that Arthur will FUCKING MURDER HIM FOR THIS-AAAAARRGGHHH!!! without complaint. It goes just like an ordinary human birth. The only surprise is two babies pop out instead of the one they expected. Arthur names the oldest Alfred, after his great king. Francis, when he finally stops sobbing, names the other Matthew. They know by instinct that their true names are America and Canada. When Francis nuzzles Arthur’s neck and kisses that special place with a soft whisper of “mon amour” Arthur knows he’s asking permission. He says “yes” and Francis bites him, leaving his mark as their new sons sleep between them.

Afterwards Arthur moans and complains that the bite was a stupid idea and now he has to wear a damn neckerchief or cravat even in the fucking tropics, but he doesn’t really mind. It’s him who orders a pair of gold rings for them to wear, hidden by gloves or else worn on chains under their shirts. ❤️ Yeah, they become mates much sooner in this version of events, heh. It’s still a secret though, even to their kids before their old enough not to accidentally reveal it to anyone else. Alfred belongs to America, so he lives in the English colonies. Matthew is of Canada, so Francis raises him until the British win the French Canadian territory and Matthew moves in with Arthur instead. They’re still national personifications and have to obey the politics of the day. So they can’t live together as a family as if they were human. Sad, but we know it turns out all right in the end. Peace comes eventually and they can be a family then. And that’s where I’ll leave this AU, I think. This post is already pretty long.

Hope you enjoyed reading! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

[ryuichirou]

Replies

After skipping an entire week, I’ll try to write replies regularly again! I still might skip days here and there because of deadlines, but I’ll do my best to write at least a couple of short ones when I’m busy.

There are A LOT of messages in our askbox right now, so uhh yeah unfortunately I won’t be able to give you the gift of replying to every single one by the end of the year… but still, thank you for sending those. Even when it takes months to reply, we love getting them and love reading them a lot. Every single one of them! >:C

Let’s see how many shorter ones I can reply today! Alright, so our menu for today is: some asks about me not posting + a follow-up on that Ortho posting Anon convo, all of the asks related to our recently posted drawings and some random and miscellaneous ones.

Anonymous asked:

Why have your replies been goe for so long? I hope you're doing okay! ❤️

Everything is okay, Anon, no worries! <3 Sorry for the wait.

Like I already said, I’ve been busy, both with commissions and with another very exciting thing – a Mob/Idia event on pictSQUARE! It’s going to be our first JP online event, and we’re a little nervous, so we took our sweet time preparing; it’s happening over this weekend.  I drew a 12-pages long doujin that we even managed to get translated to JP… It was such a new and fun experience.

I am not sure if I am allowed to post things I drew for the event, but if I am, we will definitely be posting both JP and EN versions at some point in the future.

And also that darn Cater card that made us drop everything and just draw it for like 3-4 days in a row.

Yeah sorry I ended up rumbling a little bit lol I also feel like I needed a short break from daily replies, but I think I am back. I missed talking to you all.

Anonymous asked:

yeah, don't worry (if you even are worrying)

can't speak for everyone but i just kinda assumed you were busy, you're normally very and i mean very diligent when doing replies

really doesn't matter if you miss a few days or more, it's only tumblr asks after all and i think everyone knows you aren't ignoring anyone

This was my face when I read that you called me diligent, Anon –

 Heh, I’m diligent.

In all seriousness though, thank you so much for understanding and waiting. I wish I had extra hours in my day and my brain was capable of staying fresh and active for longer, so I could reply to everyone faster…

Anonymous asked:

To the other ortho anon, you’re so right. That the thing though this was a YouTube comment about some drama the world doesnt even know I support ortho ships yet. It’s just hello I’m Ace and touchy/picky about nsfw so being called a creep is just the most ironic thing it’s honestly laughable. But I’m thinking maybe it’s time I start posting my sloppy little doodles and sketches and maybe then I’ll take my anon mask off.

P.S. I’m sorry your tumblr has become a chatroom now, Ryu

-💜🌹

I am sorry for posting it so late, I hope that other other Ortho Anon sees it…! I should’ve posted it sooner, but oh well :(

Anyways… I hope you feel comfortable posting your doodles and sketches, Anon. These people are deliberately erasing the line between reality and fiction, and making it everyone else’s problem.

Alright, now asks related to drawings and whatnot! Starting with the ones about Cater…

Anonymous asked:

BREAKING NEWS: First proper Cater drawing ever!

Cater fans are no longer starving!

I KNOW RIGHT!! INSANE! Cater fans are the strongest soldiers, I can’t believe it took us so long to draw him. He had to get a card that was so dope and so hype… to be fair though, that card is insane, we really did drop everything to draw it LOL

I can’t promise anything, but I have an inkling you’ll get fed with Cater slightly more often than never…

Anonymous asked:

Do you have any nsfw of Cater? I feel like I don't see him much

(this ask was sent before the recent Cater drawing was posted)

Unfortunately, we don’t; I feel like he is one character I draw the least out of everyone. I have more Leonas than Caters, and I like Cater much more than Leona :( Like I’ve already said, maybe there will be more Caters in the future, but I can’t promise anything.

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

CATER'S TIME TO SHIIIIIIIINE!!!! Do you have thoughts/headcanons of Cater's dream? Do you think he dreams of a harem of sorts?

Anonymous asked:

Is it just me or does Caters version of the Heartslabyul courtroom kinda look like a club of some kind?

CATER’S TIME TO SHINE INDEED!!! <3

Unfortunately, I can’t say anything about Cater’s dream for now though because I don’t really have much context yet. But it’s kind of funny; would that mean he’d have a harem of fellow Caters? That’s self love. That’s admirable.

And it really does have clubby vibes, it feels very Las Vegas or Miami… maybe it’s also because of the cards, makes it feels like a casino, but a funky obnoxious one lol

Anonymous asked:

Heh sorry Riddle. Looks like you've been replaced! I love the angst

(this one and a bunch of next ones are about this drawing)

Poor Riddle! Or rather… poor mob, he didn’t even want to get kabedon’d by Floyd, and now he is getting punished for that lol

Teen angst!!

Anonymous asked:

oh, these bitches all so jealous

Exactly :( So petty and so childish…

Anonymous asked:

Omg jealous Riddle 👀

But he might use school rules as an excuse- lol

Of course, he’ll absolutely do it lol Stop acting inappropriately, Floyd and that random Mob! Or he’ll get your heads!

thestarlightfae asked:

Does Floyd enjoy making Riddle jealous?

For the most part! But I also don’t think he always does it on purpose: I think Floyd is just very free in how he acts and doesn’t want to be tied to one person. Riddle, however, thinks that if you are doing something like that with someone, it automatically means that you are supposed to be loyal to each other all the time. So a lot of times it’s just a miscommunication and differences in values…

…but every now and then, making Riddle jealous on purpose is so much fun~ He gets so aggressive and dangerous and angry! And if you point out that he is just being jealous because he wants Floyd all for himself, he gets even more angry and defensive; such a tsundere.

But also, sometimes Floyd gets annoyed with jealous Riddle. He loves it when Riddle is mad, but the implications that he is supposed to do what Riddle tells him to are irritating.

Anonymous asked:

Bro I need to find a fanfic of Floyd cheating on Riddle. I NEED ITTT

It probably exists somewhere… or at least it should!

Anonymous asked:

I agree with Jade! Scaring people is fun! The funny noises they make! They're funny faces! ...I might be a bit of a sadist.

(this one is about this drawing)

Damn, maybe Jade should’ve started a “scaring people by suddenly hugging them lover’s club” instead of his one… there would be more people lol

Anonymous asked:

HOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAZZUUUUUUUL

(this one is about this drawing)

HEHEHEHE YESSSSS

Good reaction, very good one.

Anonymous asked:

Do those tentacles do something, if you know what I mean... Wink wink, nudge nudge 😉

Those tentacles can do anything, Anon… Azul is very dexterous down there~

Anonymous asked:

Is the color of Azul's skin cause she's a cephalopod or because of the lighting?

It’s just the lighting, Anon! We considered making her more gray though, but what we ended up with felt better.

Anonymous asked:

Not Malleus being a goth icon.

(this one and a couple of next ones are related to this drawing)

It suits him too well, right? I feel like he isn’t even trying to look gothy, this is just how he normally looks…

Anonymous asked:

GLASSES IDIA! YEAH!

I know in my heart of hearts that boy can't see for shit

HEHEHEHE YESSS for some reason I can’t stop giving him round glasses lol It’s Azul’s influence!

Idia having bad eyesight would be cute… but maybe he’s just a whore and wears it for aesthetics lol He wants to look like a nerd.

Anonymous asked:

Is Malleus Idias bitch repellent?

This is such a good way to put it, Anon. Yes, I think this is exactly it.

Anonymous asked:

That reverse au is going to fuck me up, I just know it and I'm living for it, and even If you never do anything it ever again its now in my brain and im already thinking about routes it can go

(this is about this drawing)

Thank you so much, Anon!! Yessss, this is such a cool idea, and we keep coming back to it ever since that ask lol It might take a while, but I will absolutely draw more for it because I really want to set up the way we picture how this story could go. This version of Ortho and this version of his and Idia’s tragedy is so juicy.

I am very happy you like it.

Anonymous asked:

MASOCHIST SILVER??? He's blushing while Sebek is biting him... 😳

(this one is about this drawing)

Hehe, I guess it was one passionate bite… or maybe they were kissing just before Sebek bit him. Or maybe they were about to kiss! Or maybe he really is a masochist…

Anonymous asked:

Is it wrong i love to see sebek biting silver and leaving his mark all over him and of course silver enjoying it more so if sebek is screwing him as he bites him

It absolutely isn’t wrong, Anon, in fact it’s very right and correct.

SebeSil sex without a lot of biting isn’t SebeSil sex! That croc can’t stop chewing on Silver, and Silver loves it even if he hisses because of pain sometimes <3

Anonymous asked:

Behold! A man! Wonderful!

And this is why I shouldn’t take breaks, I sat there looking at this ask for 5 minutes before I remembered that it was likely related to this drawing LOL

Thank you, Anon! I draw men too sometimes!

Anonymous asked:

TWST is branching out!

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-three-maidens-in-twisted-wonderland-jia-hadid/1146643327?ean=9798330649471

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/captains-heart-in-twisted-wonderland-heausaff-wellet/1146509418?ean=9798330525447

(I know this is random but I saw these and they made me laugh and I hope they could make someone else chuckle at least too)

Omg! The lore thickens! The canon expands!!

Anonymous asked:

you lucky now is ddd and not nnn

Omg Anon… have fun Destroying your Dick this December… 💪

[madrabit]

for the kiss ask thing? :3 bonace, 25

Heho ✨️

So this has been sitting in my ask box for.... a while now. I'm very, very sorry for that, anon (and also sorry to everyone else still waiting), you've probably already forgotten about sending me that prompt, but sometime ago, I promised to fill all the kiss prompts I received and I will be doing that, it might just take a while.

This turned out way longer than intended and had slowly been evolving into a little 5 + 1. I will post the first chapter as an answer to this prompt, and every subsequent chapter will be posted on ao3, so if you want to keep up with it, you might wanna check it out there!

If you want me to write you something as well, you can send me a ship and a kiss 🩷 or a ship and a prompt ✨️ ( the second one is a spicier list)

Anyway, enjoy ☺️💖

25. ... as a yes (five times a kiss means yes and one time it means yes)

I.

It wasn't the first time it happened, but it was always rough watching it play out.

Nace could see Bojan start to shake the second they left the stage.

It was almost unnoticeable at first, a small thing that could easily be blamed on the adrenaline still rushing through all of them, making them giddy and restless.

But Nace noticed the difference as Bojan kept pacing the room after they all had a quick shower, not answering when Jure asked him if he also wanted something to snack or when Jan tried to talk to him.

Not a moment later, Bojan turned on his feet, heaving for breath as he stormed off in the direction of their backstage restroom. He was stumbling, bumping into one of the girls working at the venue and just rushed past her without apologizing, even when she tried talking to him.

Quickly, Nace followed him, throwing the girl a smile and a quick “sorry” and he barely managed to get to the door before Bojan was able to shut and lock it.

“Bojan, stop”, he said softly as the younger tried pushing the door closed, tried pushing him away and shutting everyone out to be alone in his panicked state.

It was surprisingly easy to open the door wide enough to squeeze through, even though Bojan was leaning against it to block entry, and when he finally got inside the little bathroom, Nace closed the door himself and locked it.

“Go away…”, Bojan mumbled, his quiet voice breaking at the end and he backed off until he hit the wall, sliding down on it until he ended up on the floor. A tiny sob ran through him and he hugged his legs close to his chest, burying his face in his knees to hide away as more and more tears fell.

“Oh Bojči”, Nace sighed softly, crouching down in front of the younger man, reaching out to touch his arm, but stopped, hand hovering in the air uselessly, not sure if he was allowed to touch him right now.

Carefully, he let his eyes wander over Bojan's shaking form, noticing how much smaller than usual he looked, how he barely seemed to hold on.

And Nace would love to just take him into his arms, shield him from whatever was making him feel this way, just like the first time Bojan was breaking apart after a gig at which he already had a panic attack on stage. Physical touch had helped before, had calmed him down enough to push through that feeling, but Nace didn't, couldn't, know if it was the same now, if Bojan wanted to be touched or comforted at all.

“Can I touch you?”, he asked gently, voice low and quiet to not startle the boy in the relative quiet of the tiny bathroom.

After a moment or an eternity, Bojan nodded, face still pressed against his knees and carefully, Nace reached out again, tracing his fingertips over Bojan's arm, watching goosebumps form on the clammy skin.

“It's okay, Bojč, I'm here…”

Bojan let out a tiny little noise, shifting slowly at first until suddenly Nace had an arm full of sobbing puppy. The force with which Bojan had thrown himself at him almost made them topple over, but he could regain his balance, wrapping his arms around Bojan's shoulders.

“Breathe with me”, he whispered, taking deep breaths and slowly, he felt Bojan try to follow his breathing pattern through sobs and raspy gasps for air.

Nace didn't know how long they were already sitting on the floor of the bathroom, just breathing together, but he was glad he could do this for his friend, could help him through the rough time he was having. That Bojan let him in, let Nace see him like this, vulnerable and raw, and was accepting his help and the comfort Nace was just all too willing to give him.

“Let's get you to the hotel, yes?”, he whispered into Bojan's ear as the smaller man finally seemed to calm down a bit, nuzzling his soft, freshly washed hair and Bojan nodded against his shoulder.

Fingers dug in his back when he stood up, pulling Bojan with him, who was clinging to him like a lifeline, face now pressed against Nace's neck and in less than a few minutes he managed to guide the still shaking singer through the backstage area, outside and into the van after asking Kiki to quickly drive them to back to their accommodation.

On the drive, Bojan was clutching a bucket, head hanging low between his shoulders as a sudden wave of sickness hit him once the car set into motion while Nace soothingly rubbed his back. Gently, he let his hand run through still slightly wet hair, talking in a low voice, babbling about everything and nothing, just so Bojan could ground himself with a familiar voice, and could ignore the shaking of the car and the bumpy roads they had to take.

Kiki dropped them off with a worried glance, telling Nace he'll have the others collect their stuff, which Nace knew Kris had already done as soon as he saw the bassist steer an unresponsive Bojan to the private back entrance of the venue.

Once they made it back to Bojan's hotel room, Nace made quick work of stripping the smaller man of the clothes he had thrown on after his shower at the venue, putting him in some shorts and a large shirt instead and then carefully tucked Bojan into bed after getting him to drink a few sips of water.

Nace was about to get up from where he sat on the edge next to his friend, ready to go to his own room and let Bojan have some privacy, but before he could even make a move, a tentative hand wrapped around his wrist, tugging on his arm to make him look back down at the boy.

The shaking has gone down for the most part, replaced by little yawns and sniffling, tears almost all dried up. But the anxious stare in his eyes showed how much Bojan was still shaken up, still not completely out of the spiral and Nace was afraid Bojan would get dragged under again the second he was alone with his own thoughts.

“Stay?”, the younger man croaked out, clearing his throat and Nace took a deep breath, thinking about it for a moment, even though he already knew he wouldn't be able to say no, not when wide doe eyes looked up at him, practically begging him for comfort.

Without thinking too much, he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Bojan's forehead.

“Scoot over”, he chuckled as he kicked off his shoes and pants, sliding under the covers as soon as Bojan lifted them for him.

Once he was settled, the singer turned to face him and instinctively, Nace wrapped him up in his arms, pulling him closer and tucking him right under his arm, while Bojan put his head on Nace's chest.

“Thank you, Nacko”, Bojan mumbled into his shirt, rubbing the tip of his nose over Nace's pec, wrapping his arms around the older man and squeezing him like a life sized teddy bear. Nace felt a fond feeling spread through him as Bojan's breath slowly evened out and the younger soon fell asleep.

Check it out on ao3

[4th-make-quail]

Big Bang anon here! I was just looking for some challenging event to participate this winter, and wanted to know your opinion because you have a lot of fandom experience! And YES I also noticed that a lot of Big Bang challenges currently are like "minimum word count is 5k words", and no shade to mods but that's not a challenge skdjdhdjl

Do you have a favorite fandom event type? Care to share your best fandom event experience?

Good morning nonny! Ahhh I see, okay I getcha!! There are quite a few longer word count fandom exchanges if you're into those, but the winter ones are already well in progress iirc!

One good place to check for events like this is fandom calendar on dreamwidth - people advertise their stuff on there regularly (no need to make a dw account to look at it either).

If you want a longer event, I have a few friends who do the three longer minimum word count exchanges and they have fun, so here they are;

- Fic in a Box (fiab): a fanwork exchange with a large minimum gifting requirement and several unique features - this one is complicated, so check out the comm link! Unfortunately this one is well and truly over now, but it's there for next year - schedule is around August to September!

- Five Figure Fandom Exchange (fffx or fandom 5k): a multifandom gift exchange for fanfic of 10,000+ words, and for comics of least 10 pages or at least 40 panels. Currently ongoing, but there are pinch hits in need of picking up! Deadline is January 18th, so if you can write a pinch hit fandom, you could try that!

- High Adrenaline (previously Heart Attack): two weeks to write 10k (or draw a 25-panel, 10-page comic) and one week to edit. Noms open in January!

Completing all three of these makes you eligible for Triple Crown, which is a prize raffle for all three of these 10k exchanges.

For the next few months, most people will be doing Yuletide which I've talked about a bit here before, but it has a 1000 word minimum so might be of less interest to you if you wanted a challenge. Pinch hits for yuletide are being posted here this year, but there aren't any available rn, and as yuletide is for rare fandoms, ymmv as to how possible this is for you anyway.

The next thing I will personally be participating in is Candy Hearts, which is a valentines day themed low word count (300 words) exchange, schedule usually starting with noms in December. This replaces chocolate box which used to run at the same time, and it's really fun!

Others I usually do regularly:

- Seasons of Drabbles: new to me but very fun, has a new round every season! For strict drabbles specifically, currently in its autumn round so there will be a winter one to come I imagine!

- Goreswap: an exchange for gore etc, with genre type tags to pick. Schedule starts with noms in January usually! Not one I've done, but I have friends who love it and do it every year.

- Phoenix Down Exchange: my own full Final Fantasy franchise exchange, set to start noms in Feb as last year

- Rarepair Exchange: as it sounds, for rarepairs! Check the comm for definition of minimum fics required to be eligible. Usually starts around April

- Rare Male Slash Exchange: as rarepair ex above, but for m/m ships only and again with specific minimum fic number eligibility. This is older than rpe, but as it tends to run on a similar schedule (noms in May last year) I've not done it for the last two years

- Relationshipping: for incest ships! The last round was July to August, but it conflicted with other fan stuff for me so I didn't do this for a bit as well. Run by some very good people

Some others I know about from my exchange crew participing but have never personally done: kids come first (underage themed), consent issues (dub/noncon themed), trauma exchange (as the name suggests), trick or treat (complicated, I think halloween theme?? Unsure), nonconathon (dub/noncon, but with very fun freeform tags to pick and nominate), and then there are usually a hell of a lot of flash exchanges around as well, which run on quick turnarounds - you could try joining the Exchanges After Dark discord server, which is an 18+ nsfw server for exchanges. It's very big and has a channel for every exchange, so the best thing to do is mute them all apart from what ur interested in ime! It also has a fandomcalendar rss feed channel which could be relevant if u wanna see what's coming up!

As for your second question, my favourite fandom event experience is probably Unconventional Fanworks Exchange, which is unfortunately didn't run last year and I'm not sure if it will again 😭😭 its an exchange for, well, unconventional fanwork mediums, and I've had so much fun challenging myself in the two rounds I've participated in! They had things like newspaper articles, in universe academic documents, blueprints, paper dolls, all sorts! I'm hoping someone might take it over tbh, if the mod can't run it again.

Also, this year I did Small Web September for the first time and had sooo much fun! It's for working on any smallweb projects you might have; personal sites, neocities, coding etc. and it had a really great vibe, plus it was super fun seeing everyone's smallweb projects! Very inspiring!!

This ended up very long, but as u can see I am very passionate about these things! I run my entire fannish calendar around exchanges mixed with event weeks and I find it very rewarding - I'm always happy to introduce anyone to exchanges and talk through how to participate etc. so anyone can ask me about this at any time!

[fabbyf1]

Howdy, Besties 🫡

I hope everyone is doing well and staying hydrated!

I am taking a much needed vacation as of tomorrow morning until the end of the month. (I AM FREE AT LAST!!!!!) I probably won't write very much while I'm there.

BUT HERE'S THE GOOD NEWS:

I have a quick little Lestappen PWP in the works for you! I've finished writing it; it just needs to be edited. I think you are going to enjoy it. I think it will also make you scream... (in a good way), and I'm very excited to see your reaction. I'm a fucking meme if I've ever seen one. This will most likely be posted tomorrow night (Friday PST). Hopefully, this can hold you all over until I get back home 😈😂😎

I've started working on a longer plotty fic again! But it's going to be a different pairing this time around. I hope that's okay with you all. I know many of you are only here for Lestappen, and that's okay! I love Lestappen, and I'm not done writing for them by any means. I have lots of fic ideas and WIPS for them. They're my fav ship to write for. I have just owed @takenquicklys a Maxiel fic for a while now... 😂

I'll still be lurking around these streets while on vacation, bothering you all, and posting cursed content. I'm not planning on disappearing. I'm just not going to force myself to write (for once). If it happens, it happens, but I'm not planning on writing until I get home.

ANYWAY... my plotty Maxiel fic will probably take a few weeks to write, but in the meantime, here's a little snippet for you. I hope you'll enjoy it, even if you're only here for Lestappen! This fic is a little angstier than I normally write... but it will still have lots of Fabby Fluff.

Enjoy besties and have a great weekend!

When Daniel decided to leave Red Bull in 2018, Max was... confused. He wasn’t hurt, necessarily, but it was hard not to take it a little bit personally. Because nobody leaves Red Bull Racing to go to a mid-field team. 

It had to be at least a little bit personal. 

Their last season together got a little rough around the edges. After being teammates for so many years, they were bound to come together on track every now and then. It was nowhere near the battle of the silver arrows back in 2016, but every time they came together in 2018 seemed to be worse than the time before. 

They could usually move past it.

They would ignore each other for a day to cool off, and then they’d pretend like nothing ever happened.

It was good.

It was working.

But some incidents were harder to move past than others.

(Well done, Baku.) 

After Daniel left, things got better. They were able to just be friends again and not worry about being teammates. Max became the veteran of his team and saw new teammates come and go, and Daniel had great results for Renault. 

Everything was going great for both of them. 

But then McLaren happened. 

McLaren took a lot from both of them. 

For Daniel, it took away his pride. It took away his confidence. It turned this tall, cocky, king of the late-breaking man into a too-small, too-skinny, twitchy-on-the-break-pedal kind of guy. It was hard to watch at times. 

To make matters worse for him, everyone compared him to Lando. Which wasn’t fair because Lando had been with McLaren for years. Lando already knew how to get the most out of that shit-box of a car. Daniel still had to learn. 

For Max, it was hard to watch his best friend hit rock bottom. Especially because Max was having such a great year in comparison. He was leading the championship for the first time. He was winning every weekend, his race suit was always damp with champagne, and he was confident that he would become World Champion at the end of the year. 

2021 was the best and worst year of his life. 

He won the championship, but he lost his best friend. 

Fucking McLaren.

[aprillikesthings]

woo

Adora: "We're doing this. Then if you think hiding from the people you hurt will make you feel better,"

(i'm annoyed by the captions dropping words, she says "drop you off at the nearest planet")

aaaaugh

It’s not until Adora is staring down at her coldly and offering her the choice to go, to leave them all behind, to never see her again, that Catra finally realizes that she can’t do it. She’s spent years alone, empty, angry. Her rage was the only fire that warmed her, but now she’s just cold. Her bones are aching with it. And she can’t do it for a moment longer. She reaches for Adora.

(yes that's from Nate's fic and I'm not emotional YOU are)

Also they had this argument in front of Entrapta, I just realized that

Back on Etheria the chipped villagers are trying to attack them and all I can think is, can you even chip Swift Wind? Like would that even work???

they're holding hannnnnnnnds

ngl the way Catra can see things Horde Prime/the hive mind is thinking about reminds me of the thing with Harry's scar in the Harry Potter books

she's so scared ;_;

:'(

at this point I probably don't need to screenshot every time they have an emotion at each other or touch each other but I'm already in the habit of it okay

i mean c'mon look at'em

Catra: "Adora, please...I..."

hah, and that's enough to make Adora able to turn into She-Ra right there in the room

with a flashy new transformation sequence that shows off how she's added bits of Glimmer and Bow's outfits but also:

Catra's old headband. Which she gives a knowing smile at as the light dissipates

This is quite a contrast from Catra's reaction in s1 where she looks away with anger after handing Adora the sword:

Now she's just allowing herself to think it's hot as hell

(Man, I'm so torn. On the one hand I love all the moments of Catra and Adora being affectionate and shit and Catra's new look is cute, but also, mean!Catra was unreasonably hot.)

ANYWAY

Swift Wind is able to channel some of She-Ra's powers for a split second and get everyone away, that's cool

and of course they're doing this while the ship is getting banged about because they don't have any other option

meanwhile She-Ra kicks ass in space

"Thank you."

;_; she's trying so hard

Meanwhile Entrapta is like, Oh, that? pfft

THAT WASN'T SO BAD, HUH

man the lack of headband/shorter hair really makes Catra's ears look HUGE, but also, she's being way more expressive with them than she was in s4

STAAAAHP THAT'S ADORABLE

(though oh god I know I keep mentioning Nate's fic but after this, Catra teases Adora, and Adora accidentally upsets Catra while joking about eating real food and not ration bars--"I've been waiting years for you to join the rebellion!"--and Catra walks off and hides in a hallway and sobs so hard she nearly pukes and after she's stopped crying Entrapta finds her there and they have a whole amazing conversation and then Catra is so worn out she passes out asleep in the hall and then Adora finds her there and bridal-carries her back to bed, where they end up cuddling, and you'e probably already read it but if you haven't you should I linked it in the first half of the post. ALSO if you sort all of She-Ra (2018) fics by kudos, that fic has THREE TIMES as many kudos as the next fic on the list, lolol.)

but yeah just before the end of the episode, back on Etheria we see the chip in Spinarella's neck D:

OKAY EPISODE OVER wooooooo

okay okay okay I have time for one episode tonight

s5 ep6 taking control

The ship is malfunctioning, Entrapta is working on it with Wrong Hordak's help

poor Adora

(also I did reread Nate's fic last night and like, I know teeechnically it's not canon because it's not in the show and I don't think he ever officially admitted it was his fic? but also it is canon. And boy does it make this sorta light-hearted scene more serious.)

OH GOD I'M DYING

Bow: "How did you turn into She-Ra without the sword?"

GIRLY like yes obviously it's wild that you can do it without the sword, but ALSO you can admit to them that it was because you were that upset about Catra.

Like the people who are suddenly able to lift a car because their loved one is trapped under it.

...."come out"

heh

oh see that's easy you just have to make Adora think Catra is almost dead

Glimmer: "The important thing is she was there when your friends needed her!"

He's not...wrong...

Also Horde Prime knows where they are, dun dun dunnnnn, roll intro (which hasn't changed yet but I'm watching it)

poor bb

yeah that's horrifying

oh right this part is literally in Nate's fic

Adora keeps coming back to check on her, and Catra feigns sleep every time. She doesn’t touch the water bottle even though her dry throat aches, because then Adora would know that she had been awake. But eventually, she slips into shallow dreams again — the green fluid, Prime’s smirk, the pain, his voice — and that’s when Adora happens to check in on her again. At the sound of the door Catra sits bolt upright, her heart pounding out of her chest and a terrified scream bursting from her mouth before she can choke it down. And just like that, her cover’s blown. And Adora’s looking at her with that same stupid, hopeful look, like Catra hasn’t spent years trying to burn her and everything she loved. And she can’t stand it.

So Catra does what she always does. She retreats behind her walls, lashes out, needles Adora where she knows it stings the most. It’s what she is. She’s an animal, nothing more than base instincts and rotten heart, just as everyone has always said she was. She’s poison, she’s fire, she’s broken glass, and all she knows how to do is hurt and be hurt in turn.

okay this reminds me of this post tho

okay back to serious

the line delivery here is so good but also 😭

Catra's split-second look of disbelief before it turns back to hard anger, aaugh

ppl do not (usually) change over night

WAHHHH

Adora leaves, angry, and something in Catra, some small childish piece that somehow hasn’t been completely stamped out, wants to call after her, wants to run after her into the bright hallway. She doesn’t. She stays in the dark. She doesn’t know how to leave it.

*cries*

Anyway back on Etheria, they're playing games to keep Frosta entertained and also AN ON SCREEN LESBIAN KISS

Apparently it was the combination of the previous episode and this one that made the first people to watch this season realize "oh we're going to get an actual catradora kiss. on screen. aren't we."

(I remember the day before Netflix dropped the episodes, with everyone I knew on social media basically doing a "will they or won't they." I'm Fandom Old and just kept reminding myself that if they didn't get a kiss or a love confession it was either for good story reasons (Catra was still doing bad shit at the end of s4!) or because the showrunners were forbidden from doing it. But man I was online intentionally spoiling myself as soon as I could. I HAD TO KNOW, but Daci and I watched it like a day later)

Okay so this is part of why I struggle to get how multiple years passed as the show goes on--why is Frosta still like. Eleven.

Glimmer is holding up a box that looks like the ancient sugar Madame Razz used to make pie. Which was also on this ship now that I think about it? That's. Thousand-year-old sugar.

But also

Adora: "After everything we've been through she's still a stubborn brat!!" Glimmer: "This is Catra we're talking about. Did you think she was just instantly going to become a totally different person?"

yeah Adora thought Catra would be grateful and like....lol no

that apron says "kiss the cook" unless someone convinces me otherwise

Also the Horde is following them

awwww another little she-ra doll :( anyway everyone's being weird and creepy

flying through an asteroid field is Entrapta's idea of a great time

BUT HORDE'S SHIPS FOUND THEM and getting banged around made Catra have flashes D:

They've been tracing Catra's neck chip

okay but that's not actually Catra's fault

Yeah I remember this part of the plot 😬

YUP

But yeah Adora drags Entrapta into Catra's room and she does NOT react well, which uhhhh makes sense given her and Entrapta's last interaction

but yeah the phrase "cornered animal" comes to mind

a cat at the vet's office with a "sedate first" sticker on her file

Entrapta's confusion is so genuine. She also sounds a little hurt tbh

i mean yeah that about covers it

well now I'm thinking of a fic I've read

AND I'VE HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT what timing lol okay hold on

[littledreamling]

An Analysis of Power Dynamics Through the Ages (Part 1)

Part 1 | Part 2

Okay I said I'd do it and I can't sleep so here's my interpretation of the power dynamics in very date centennial meeting between Hob and Dream. Please keep in mind that I'm not an expert on historical clothing, psychology, body language, or literally anything I'm talking about here, it's just what I'm getting based on vibes and the little research I'm willing to do for this post. This is also not a shipping post. Nothing in this will about Hob and Dream in a romantic context; this is entirely about the exchange of power and control between the two of them as characters. Anyway, without further ado, part 1:

1389

The very first meeting. Let's start with clothes. Hob is dressed in the standard of the time; dark cloak covering about four months worth of dirt and grime (bath houses were common in the 1300's, but he was a soldier, and many of the bath houses were nothing more than fronts for prostitution), long hair, even longer (and dirtier) beard. He's not looking his best and he's not trying to, he's just out for a pint with his friends. Dream, on the other hand, is dressed to the nines; a buttoned-up, dark coat that looks tailored to him, especially in the shoulders (the fact that it has defined shoulders alone sets him apart from about 90% of the tavern's patrons). His collar is high, covering about half of his neck; he's already exuding an air of secrecy. He has a big ass ruby around his neck, definitely the biggest Hob or any of his friends have ever seen. He looks rich. He looks like royalty.

And then we move on to what actually happens. For starters, Dream walks up to Hob, he's the one to initiate the conversation. He's standing while Hob is sitting; he literally has the high ground. He has the ability to look down on Hob while Hob has to crane his neck to look him in the face, especially because Dream stands so close to their table. He even tilts his head back slightly to look down his nose at Hob and his friends. It's very obvious who's in power in this situation and it's not Hob. Add in the fact that Dream has a wealth on information that Hob doesn't, both at the beginning and end of the interaction, and he has control over every facet of this conversation.

1489

The second meeting. They're on more even ground. They're both sitting, which automatically levels the playing field, and they're dressed very similarly, both in cloaks of similar cut, though Dream's is far more tailored than Hob's and is (of course) black, compared to Hob's standard and signature brown (as a side note, if you don't think brown is Hob's symbolic color, please go back and re-watch it because the color brown, symbolizing steadfastness and dependability, is his constant companion). Hob is dressed nicer than he was in 1389; he has a real job now, down at the print shop, and it may not pay much, but it can afford him some comforts that 1389 Hob Gadling didn't have. He probably spent hours painstakingly getting dressed that day, weighing whether or not he was actually going to show up at the White Horse, whether or not the mysterious stranger was actually going to show up too. The outfit he has on is probably the nicest one he has. Still, Dream is dressed far better. His cloak is open, revealing his plain black shirt underneath, and his collar is much lower than in 1389; he's prepared, at least a little bit, to open up to this human.

We don't see who approached who for this meeting, but in terms of body language, Dream still has the high ground. He's sitting up straight in his chair, giving him several inches over Hob, who is slouched, out of confusion and apprehension at first, then out of relaxation as he slowly relays the past 100 years to this stranger. Dream sort of shows his hand a bit (little playing card pun, just to make 1489 Hob happy) by leaning forward, mirroring Hob as he draws out the suspense before gushing about new advances in technology, showing how eager he is to hear about Hob's experiences. This is about the closest that Hob gets to having power during this meeting. Dream, then (again), is the first one to leave; he stands immediately after getting his answer (Hob's little breathless "oh, yes" gets me every time) and confirms their next meeting from that place of power. He also still has (and always will have, even right up until 2022) the high ground in terms of knowledge, though he's given a few scraps to Hob during this meeting, at least enough to assuage Hob's poor Catholic anxieties. He even walks away without answering Hob's final question, proving once and for all that he, once again, decidedly has control over the situation.

1589

The third meeting. This one is probably going to be the weirdest one, not because they share power, not even close, but because Hob is so powerful in every other area of his life yet so desperate to hold that same power (or at least, for the first time, be on the same playing field) during his meeting with Dream that it creates an odd dynamic. But first, clothes. This is the first time we see Hob in something other than brown and it makes sense; he's lost some of his steadfastness, some of his groundedness (that's not a word, but if Will Shaxberd can make up words, so can I). Instead, Hob is wearing gold, highlighting the main focus of this meeting, his fortune. He's done well for himself, exceedingly well. He has a nice haircut and a well-groomed beard and a pierced ear (if you missed it the first time, go back and watch; your life will be infinitely better when you realize that almost every single character in the 1589 scene has a pierced ear). He's looking good and he knows it. He's dressed to impress. His collar is high, higher than we've ever seen, and maybe it's the style of the age, but it screams fake and indeed, this is the fakest we ever see Hob. He's completely buttoned up, not a single inch of skin showing save his face and hands, which are often behind his back, and almost every move is designed to give an air of elegance and sophistication, the same air that his stranger has been exuding since they met. Likewise, Dream is also very sleek-looking. The first thing to notice is that he's wearing all leather (which is... a choice), and it's very tight leather, too (again... a choice). His hair is slicked back, showing more of his face than Hob has seen before, and his collar is a little higher than in 1489, though still lower than 1389.

What strikes me immediately about this meeting is that, as soon as Hob sees Dream, he stands and calls out "my friend!" and Dream responds to it. He doesn't protest to being called Hob's friend (I'll get back to this when I talk about 1889, because we all know where that particular train of though is going). Anyway, Hob calling Dream his friend is yet another attempt to even the field; he wants to be friends, he wants to be seen as an equal to this stranger. In this time, he thinks he is. He's a knight for God's sake! The standing, too, is important. This meeting actually starts with both of them standing, and Hob pulls out Dreams chair for him. It's a show of friendship, but also of subtle deference. And then, when Dream sits down, Hob (and I can't emphasize this enough) stays standing. He stays standing. It's the only time we ever see Hob standing over Dream. Hob also bows to Dream, though it's a sort of mocking bow, not one that Hob would actually use in the face of royalty. It's a bow designed to show off, especially as he does it at the same time that he introduces himself with his full (knighted) title. It's a very clear shift in their power dynamic and Hob is almost immediately given a slap on the wrist for it. Notice how I say almost immediately, though, because for a second, Dream almost seems to be amused by it, as though he can't believe this human would deign to presume himself on the same level as Dream of the Endless (never mind that Hob has no idea who he is). From the very beginning of the meeting, Hob flaunts his wealth. He mentions the expensive wine, his knighthood, and shows a blatant ignorance for those beneath him (the 1500s weren't a good time to be a peasant in England, yet he acts as if everyone on Earth has liquid gold pouring through their fingers. He seems to have forgotten where he came from, or maybe he thinks he's outgrown the grime and grit of poverty, and he gets an exponentially worse slap on the wrist for that, too). He's focused solely on himself because he's proud of himself and he wants his stranger to be proud of him too. Even after he sits down, after getting on Dream's level, he's still pushing that wealth and status; he tries to get Dream to eat (and for the first time, there's food on the table. Lots of food, yet again showcasing his fortune), he calls for the servant to get more wine with a callousness that I think modern-day Hob would cringe enormously at, and almost his entire recounting of the last century revolves around money. He's a bit rude and Dream is rude right back; he goes so far as to quiet Hob with little more than a raised hand and Hob complies, revealing probably more than he wished to about exactly where he lies in the social hierarchy with Dream.

I could go on for at least two more paragraphs about this meeting because it has such complexities, especially regarding Hob's mention of his family and how he had always dreamed of a heaven like this, but this is getting long, so I'll cut it short. Dream, as always, is the first to leave, rather memorably, to spend the rest of the evening with Will Shaxberd, therefore reasserting his power over the situation. He's quite literally saying "I set the terms for these meetings and they end exactly when I say they do." Interestingly, this is also the first meeting where he doesn't ask Hob whether he wants to keep living or not, but I don't really think he has to; the answer is plain and clear in front of him. Hob has everything he wants and more. There's nowhere to go but up.

1689

The fourth meeting. Ah, 1689, my beloved. For the first time (that we know of) Dream is the first to arrive for their meeting. Hob keeps him waiting (and by the tone of the woman who talks to Dream right before Hob arrives, he's been waiting for a while), which would've been a show of power, if not for the... waves hand vaguely at the rest of the scene. But first, of course, clothes. Dream is dressed nicely, as always, in his all black. His cloak is buttoned at the very top and his collar is high again. Like always, his clothes are well-fitting and clean, a contrast that has never been more stark, especially after Hob shows up (and what an entrance it is). He's back to his long hair, let loose without any ribbons or ties. His clothes are also looser than the leather (but let's be real, anything would've been looser than the leather). The entire ensemble is much more relaxed, much more real. And then Hob walks in. I won't even talk about Hob's clothes because he's literally in tatters. His clothes are little more than scraps hanging off of his body. There's absolutely no questioning who appears to have more power here.

This is immediately confirmed by the start of their conversation. The only reason that Hob is even let into the White Horse is because Dream allows him to be. He commands the staff to let him in, filthy as he may be. Dream has absolute control here; the meeting wouldn't have taken place at all if he didn't wish it. Hob tries to regain some sense of dignity as he approaches the table, but (I have to emphasize) he's wearing tatters. There's not much he can do to help that, and he responds (at least at first) with anger. He's trying desperately to regain something, anything, and he knows he's failing. So he gives up. He knows his stranger is watching him, judging him, but he's to the point where he doesn't care. He's too hungry, too thirsty, too tired to care. He then has to go through the humiliation of admitting that he lost everything he'd been so proud of during their last meeting. It's the ultimate humbling of Hob Gadling. He has nothing, not even his pride. And while it's clear that Dream has all of the power, it's softened by his sympathy for Hob, perhaps the first time he's had any empathy for this human at all. You can actually see his heart break a little bit at the thought that Hob would crave death, that this might be their last meeting. Likewise, you can see his utter fascination at Hob's steadfast dedication to living because while Hob might've lost everything, he never lost his hope. We don't see the end of this meeting, so we don’t know who left first (or, as I've seen many joke, who paid the bill, because it sure wasn't Hob), but I think it's safe to assume that Dream has the very clear control here. (Another sidenote, Hob's "Now can we order? Because I'm about to eat the fucking table." kills me every single time, 10/10 line delivery, Ferdie)

1789

The fifth meeting. The sluttiest meeting. For this meeting, Dream and Hob are dressed incredibly similarly. Dream, in his customary all black with his hair tied back, is vaguely reminiscent of his 1589 leather ensemble; very tidy, very buttoned-up. Hob is also wearing black (for the first time) with gold accents, perhaps a nod to his prioritizing wealth over his usual reliability and care for his fellow man, and his hair is also tied up. For once, in their sartorial choices, Hob and Dream are evenly matched. Neither of them is trying to impress the other, at least no more than the other.

Their body positions are interesting in this scene because they're not actually facing each other. In fact, they're tilted slightly towards each other, but for the most part, they're both facing the door (probably to make the fight choreography a little easier, but still). Every look they give each other is out of the corner of their eyes. They also have a private room, which is less about either of them having power over the other and more about both of them having power over everyone else at the White Horse (can anyone from the good omens fandom say "we're on our on side now" with me? because that's the vibe I'm getting here). For the first half or so of this meeting, I'd even go so far as to say that this is the closest to even ground as Hob and Dream have ever gotten, right up until Dream gives his opinion on Hob's line of business (everyone say "thank you, Dream"), which definitely reads as slightly condescending, even if it is warranted. I think it's the first time he genuinely judges Hob for his decisions, going so far as to offer him advice to change his path. There's a definite shift in the dynamic towards Dream in that moment, especially as he uses Hob's full name in his chastisement. Hob then, of course (as everyone does when they're feeling judged), gets defensive, but quickly backs down in the face of Dream's logic. Changing the subject is an olive branch, even if it is to a slightly touchy subject. Hob is trying to regain some footing here, and it works, right up until he runs smack into the brick wall that is Dream's inability to give out even a single morsel of information about himself. And then Johanna Constantine rudely interrupts and all hell breaks loose. But even still, the power dynamic is rather evident. Hob keeps glancing at Dream, gauging his reactions, using him as a guide for his own level of involvement in the skirmish. And as soon as he deems it necessary to fight, he defends Dream. That's important. He doesn't defend himself, he defends Dream. For a soldier turned knight, that's the ultimate act of deference, to put himself in danger in the defense of someone else. And then Dream uses his powers and once again asserts his power in the situation; he didn't need Hob's help, but he liked having Hob's help. It's important here to note that Dream is the one to end the meeting (despite Hob's request to find another tavern) but they both leave at the same time. Neither of them is left behind; they're quite literally in-step. (It's also the first time that Dream refers to the two of them as a "we" and shows concern for Hob's well-being, a vulnerability that he's never shown before).

And because this post is getting out of hand length-wise, there's a part 2

[sineala]

How would you say fandom culture has changed over the years? What are some differences you notice between older and younger fandom folks?

I’ve been thinking for a while about how to answer this, and I’m not sure I have a really good answer, but I’m going to try.

I’ve been in fandom since approximately 1995. Maybe 1994. At that point, the world wide web was a relatively new part of the internet, and the fandoms I was in had most of their activity on privately-hosted mailing lists (predating eGroups/OneList/Yahoo Groups) and on Usenet newsgroups, with fiction beginning to be available on websites as part of either fandom-specific or pairing-specific archives as well as authors’ individual pages. Fanfiction.net did not yet exist. LiveJournal did not exist. AO3 definitely did not exist. If you wanted real-time chat, there was IRC. I was coming in basically at the tail end of zine fandom; zines were no longer the only way of distributing fanfiction, as fandom started to move online. So I have a selection of zines from 90s-era Western media fandoms but even by then zines weren’t where I was doing most of my reading.

I think in terms of generally “what it was like to be in fandom,” the big-picture stuff hasn’t changed. Fandom still produces creative fanwork and likes to, y’know, get together and talk about fandom. Also, almost every fight or complaint that fandom has about something is a thing that has been going on for actual years. People complain that, say, the kudos button is ruining comment culture because back in the LJ days the only way you could comment on a story was, well, by leaving an actual comment, or sending an email on a mailing list, and this might mean that people who would have otherwise commented have left a kudos instead. But back in the LJ and mailing list days, people were complaining that commenting was going downhill since the days of zines, when in order to comment on a story you had to write a real paper letter and mail it and because you had to do that, the quality of feedback was so much better than you got nowadays because people could just dash off a quick email or comment. You get the idea. Top/bottom wars are not new either. Pairing wars are not new. If you’ve been in fandom a while, you will pretty much have seen all the fights already. I think one thing that is new, though, is the fandom awareness of things like privilege and intersectionality and various -isms, as well as things like “providing warnings might be nice” (do you know how much unwarned deathfic I have read? a lot!) and I sure won’t say we’re perfect at any of this now, but I think fandom is trying way way more about all that stuff than it used to.

There are some fights we actually don’t have anymore, as far as I can tell. I feel like it’s been years since I’ve seen the “real person fiction is wrong” battle, but also I don’t hang out in a whole lot of RPF fandoms, so it’s possible that’s still going and I just don’t see it.

There also used to be a recurring debate about whether gay relationships that were canonical were slash or not. When slash started, obviously this wasn’t a question because there weren’t canonical gay relationships in fandoms, period. But as gay characters began to appear in media, people started to wonder “does slash mean all same-sex relationships, or does slash mean only non-canonical same-sex relationships?” Now, you may be reading this and think that sounds like an incredibly weird thing to get hung up on, but that’s because what appears to have happened is that the term “ship” (originally from X-Files Mulder/Scully fandom) has, as far as I can tell, come up and eaten most of the rest of the terminology. Now people will just say, “oh, I ship that.” For any pairing, gay or not, canonical or not. Fandom seems to have decided that for the most part it no longer actually needs a term specific to same-sex relationships as a genre.

Similarly, there are a few genres of fic that we used to have also pretty much don’t exist anymore. There are also plenty of genres that are well-entrenched now that are also extremely recent -- A/B/O comes to mind. But there are some kinds of fic we don’t write a lot of now. Like, I haven’t seen smarm in years! I also haven’t seen We’re Not Gay We Just Love Each Other in a while. There was also a particular style of slash writing where you’d basically have to explain, in detail, what made you think that these particular characters could be anything other than straight. You’d have to motivate this decision. You’d have to look at their canonical heterosexual relationships and come up with a way to explain why all those had happened in order to reconcile how this one guy could have romantic feelings for another guy. When had he figured out he wasn’t straight? Who might he have been with before? How does he interact with people in ways that make you think he’s not straight? That kind of thing. You had to, essentially, show your work. And these days a lot of fanfic is just like, “Okay, Captain America is bisexual, let’s go!” It’s... different.

Fandom also used to skew older, is my sense. A lot older. I don’t know, actually, if it really was older, but I get the sense now that there are some younger people who are surprised that adults are still in fandom. I have seen people saying these days that they think they’re too old for fanfiction because they are not in middle school anymore. And I think a lot of this has to do with the fact that the barriers to access fandom are a lot lower than they used to be. You used to basically have to be an adult with disposable income (or know an adult with disposable income who was willing to help you out; but even then if you were reading explicit fiction you also had to swear you were 18+, usually by sending in an age statement to whoever you were buying the zine from or to the mods of the list you wanted to join, so a lot of fandom was very much age-gated). Internet access was not widely available. Even if you had internet access, you maybe didn’t have your own email address, so you couldn’t sign up for mailing lists; free email providers didn’t exist. If you wanted to buy zines, you had to have money to buy them. If you wanted to go to cons, you had to be able to afford the cost of the con, travel to the con, et cetera. If you wanted to have a website you had to know HTML. Social media did not exist. You want to draw art? Guess what, you’re probably drawing it on paper! You might be able to upload a picture to your website if you have a digital camera or a scanner, but both of those things are expensive, and also a lot of people don’t have the capability or the money to download pictures from the internet (some people have data caps with overage charges, and some people have text-only connections!), so they won’t get to see it. Maybe you can sell your piece at a con! You want to make a fanvid? We called them songvids, but, anyway, you know how you’re doing that? You’re going to hook two VCRs together and smash the play and record buttons very fast! If you want anyone else to watch them, you are either making them a tape personally and mailing it to them or bringing your vids to a convention. Maybe you can digitize them and upload them, but it’s going to take people hours to download them!

(Every three hours my ISP would kick me off the internet and I’d have to dial in again. If it was a busy time of day, it might take me 20 or 30 minutes to get a connection again. And that was assuming no one else in the house needed to use the phone line. Imagine if your modem went out every three hours now.)

And now, for the cost of my internet connection, I can read pretty much whatever fanfiction I want, whenever I want it. I can see all the fanart I want! I can watch vids! Podfic exists now! Fanmixes exist! Gifsets and moodboards exist! If I want to write fic I can write it with programs that are completely free, and as soon as I post it everyone in the entire world can read it. If I want to draw or make vids that may require some additional investment, but I may also be able to do it with things I already have. Do you have any idea how good we all have it?

There are a couple of kinds of fan activity that don’t seem to exist anymore, though, and I miss them. I know that roleplaying still goes on, but I feel like these days most people who do real-time text roleplay have switched to things like Discord. I know that in the LJ days, RP communities were popular. But I really miss MU*s (MUDs, MUSHes, MOOs, MUXes..), which were servers for real-time text-based RP with a bunch of... hmm... features to aid RP. There were virtual rooms with text descriptions, and objects in virtual rooms with descriptions, and your character had a description, and they could interact with the objects as well as with other characters, and you could program things to change descriptions or emit various kinds of text or take you to different rooms, and so on. Just to, y’know, enhance the atmosphere. It was fun and it was where I learned to RP and I’m sad they’re pretty much gone now.

I also don’t think I see a lot of fanfiction awards in fandoms. Wonder where they went.

Going back to the previous point, the barriers to actually consuming the canon you are fannish about are way, way, way lower now. You can pretty much take it for granted that if right now someone tells you about a shiny new fandom, there will be a way to read that book or watch that show or movie right now. Possibly for free! Of course you can watch it! Why wouldn’t you be able to?

This was absolutely, absolutely not the case before. I’m currently in Marvel Comics fandom. If there is a comic I want to read, I can read it right now on the internet. I have subscribed to Marvel Unlimited and I can read pretty much every comic that is older than three months old; the newer ones cost extra money. But I can do it all from the comfort of my own home right now. I was also, actually, in Marvel Comics fandom in the nineties. If I wanted to read a comic, I had to go to a comic book store and hope they had it in stock; if they didn’t, I had to try another store. Not a lot of comics were available in trade paperback and they definitely weren’t readable on the internet. I used to read a lot of Gambit h/c fic set after Uncanny X-Men #350. I never found a copy of UXM #350. I still haven’t! But I did eventually read it on Unlimited.

Being in TV show fandoms also had similar challenges. Was the show you were watching still on the air? No? Then you’d better hope you could find it in reruns, or know someone who had tapes of it that they could copy for you, otherwise you weren’t watching that show. It was, I think, pretty common for people to be in fandoms for shows they hadn’t seen, because they had no way to see the show, but they loved all the fanfic. The Sentinel had a whole lot of fans like that, both because I think it took a while for it to end up in reruns and because overseas distribution was probably poor. So you’d get people who read the fic and wrote fic based on the other fic they’d read, which meant that you got massive, massive amounts of fanon appearing that people just assumed was in the show because it was a weirdly specific detail that appeared in someone’s fic once. Like “Jim and Blair’s apartment has a small water heater” (not actually canonical) or “Blair is a vegetarian” (there’s an episode where his mother visits and IIRC cooks him one of his favorite meals, which is beef tongue).

Like, I was in The Professionals fandom for years. I read all the fic. I hadn’t seen the show. As far as I know, it never aired in the US, and it certainly never had any kind of US VHS or DVD release. I’d seen a couple songvids. I eventually saw a couple episodes in maybe 2003, and that was because my dad special-ordered a commercial VHS tape from the UK and paid someone to convert it from PAL to NTSC. I didn’t get to see the whole show until several years later when I got a region-free DVD player someone in fandom sent me burned copies of the UK DVD releases and then I special-ordered the commercial release of the DVDs from the UK myself. But if I were a new fan and wanted to watch Pros right now? It is on YouTube! For free!

I think also one of the things about fandom that’s not immediately evident to new fans is the way in which it is permanent and/or impermanent. There are probably people whose first fannish experience is on Tumblr or who only read fanfic on FFN and who have no idea what they would do if either site, say, just shut down. But if you’ve been in fandom a while, you’ve been through, say, Discord, Tumblr, Twitter, Pillowfort, Imzy, DW, JournalFen, LJ, GeoCities, IRC, mailing lists. And sure, if Tumblr closed, it would be inconvenient. But fandom would pack up and move somewhere else. You would find it again. It would, eventually, be okay. Similarly, if you’ve been in a lot of fandoms, if you’ve made a lot of friends, drifting through fandoms is like that. You’ll make a friend in 1998 because you were in the same fandom, and then you might go your own ways, and ten years later you might be in another fandom with them again! It happens.

But the flip side of that is that I think a lot of older fans have learned not to trust in the permanence of any particular site. If you like a story, you save it as soon as you read it. If you like a piece of art, you save it. If you like a vid, you save it. Because you don’t know when the site it’s on will be gone for good. I have, like, twenty years of lovingly-curated fanfic. And I feel like people who have only been in fandom since AO3 existed might not understand how much AO3 is a game-changer compared to what we had before. It’s a site where you can put your fic up and you don’t have to worry that the webhost is going out of business, or that the site might delete your work because they don’t allow gay fiction or explicit fiction or fiction written in second person or fiction for fandoms where the creator doesn’t like fanfiction, or whatever. Because all of those things have absolutely happened. But, I mean, I still save pretty much everything I like, even on AO3, just in case.

So, basically, yeah, fandom is a whole lot more accessible than it used to be. I think fandom is pretty much still fandom, but it’s a lot easier to get into, and that has made it way more open to people who wouldn’t have been able to be in fandom before. There is so, so much more now than there ever was before, and I think that’s great.

[fireflykaizoku]

Bartolomeo x Reader | Fanboy

ahh i'm still nervous about writing smut :')

it was initially a trade for @missallsundaes, and they loved it and told me to post it (love you bby!) ❤ ღ

During the Dressrosa events, you had the opportunity to meet Bartolomeo, the Cannibal. The first time the green haired man saw you, he didn’t hide the fact he was a fan. Not just of your crew, the Strawhats, but also a fan of you. The way his eyes were shining whenever you talked to him, and the way he protected you from every attack with his devil fruit powers. You were surprisingly attracted to him, not because of his devotion, but because honestly, he was very hot. You couldn’t hide how you were staring at his abs, showing through his jacket.

Now you were on his ship, the Barto Club, and the captain was excitedly talking to the other Strawhats, showing the wanted posters he had and asking for everyone’s autograph. Actually, you just wanted to be alone with him.

— Well, I want to show you how much I appreciate you and the way you support our crew. — you smirked, taking his hand.

— Oh, what do you mean, (Y/N)-senpai? — Bartolomeo asked, stuttering and getting flustered. Not that he would refuse anything you wanted to do or show him.

— Let me show you. But let’s go somewhere private, don’t you agree?

— Of… Of course! — he replied right away, pulling you to his room with him. His hand were a little cold, and when he shut the door behind you, it was obvious that he was nervous by the way he started to fidget with his fingers and didn’t move at all.

— Are you okay, Barto? — you cooed, touching his shoulder softly.

— Y-yes, (Y/N)-senpai! — he avoided your gaze.

Assuming he was just nervous since he idolized you so much, you decided to take the lead, at least until he felt comfortable enough. So you pulled him to his bed. It was a bit weird seeing your posters on the wall, but you decided to ignore it. Not that you’d be paying any attention to it when you’re on top of that man anyway.

Impatiently, you pulled him into a kiss, which he followed still a bit awkwardly. It was a mix of “I’m kissing (Y/N)-senpai” and “what do I do next?”; But still kept trying to act cool and collected.

Your hands traveled to his toned chest, tracing your fingers all over his tattoo while your tongue explored his mouth, his fangs surprisingly didn’t hurt, even though he was eager. Barto tried to keep with your pace, his hands resting on your thighs. Not wanting to wait any longer, you quickly removed your shirt, and helped the green haired man to remove his jacket. While you took your shorts off, he clumsy removed his pants, revealing his length, already hard, and precum dripping from his tip, much to your surprise.

— So hard already? And I didn’t even start the good stuff already. — you smirked, removing your bra and panties, and pushing him back to the bed.

You kneeled in front of him, while the man started at you blushing, panting and with wide eyes, wondering what you’d do next. His thoughts got interrupted when your tongue traveled from the bottom to the top of his cock, drawing circles on his pink tip, savoring the bitter taste. When his shaft was soaked in your saliva, you sucked the tip gently, making Bartolomeo moan louder than you thought. One of your hand held the base of his cock, while the other rubbed circles on your clit.

— (Y/N)-senpai… — he moaned, looking at your slowly taking his large size into your mouth. The way you moved your head up and down slowly at first, almost teasingly. The man moved his hips, hoping to feel more. He needed faster.

You let him take the lead, but only until you noticed he was near his climax, and that’s when you stopped, making him whine. Looking at him with a grin, you licked your lips. You whispered “not yet”, while stroking his length slowly, until you had enough and took his dick inside your mouth again. You moved faster this time, and not stopping until you felt his thick and warm cum inside your mouth. He came a lot than you expected, dripping from your mouth to your chin and neck.

You opened your mouth full of his juices, showing Bartolomeo, who blushed, while still feeling turned on by this sight. Not giving him time to rest, you straddled his lap, stroking his dick again. Your mouth kissed and bit his neck, while you whispered everything you wanted to do with him.

— Why are you so quiet, Barto? — you whispered, feeling his shaft getting harder with your ministrations. — Don’t you want me, uh?

— O-of course I want you, (Y/N)-senpai! — he replied right away. — I’m just… I’m not…

— It has been a while? Don’t worry, me too. — you rubbed his tip, making him moan before replying.

— No, it’s not a just “a while”… I’m sorry, I don’t have much experience. — his face got red, not only because of his lust this time. Avoiding your gaze, he stared somewhere else.

— A virgin, huh? — you bit your lip, not stopping your soft hand from working on his shaft. — May I be your first, then?

— Of course! It’d be a honor if (Y/N)-senpai was my… — he got interrupted by your lips stealing a kiss. You liked him, but he talked too much during that moment. Feeling a little more confident this time, his hands grabbed your ass, squeezing it hard.

— Touch me, Bartolomeo… — you whispered, using your free hand to guide his own hand to your womanhood.

His calloused hands were gentle with you, maybe during his inexperience too. After patiently guiding him, whispering how to do it, his thumb started drawing messy circles on your clit, while his index and middle finger started toying with your entrance. It wasn’t hard for you to get used to his large fingers penetrating you, after all, you were dripping wet by now.

You were desperate for some release, and your moans could probably be heard from outside the Captain’s room, but you didn’t care. Bartolomeo kissed your neck, rubbing his fangs gently on your sweet spot. His lips traveled to your breasts, sucking and nibbling on your sensitive nipples. It wasn’t long until your climax hit you, making you clench around his fingers and your juices flow all over his hand.

— Come on, Barto-kun… — you moaned while nibbling on his ear. — Cum for me one more time.

Your seductive voice, your moans, the nickname and the sensation of your skin touching his, it was enough to make his orgasm hit him one more time. Less than before, but still covering your hand and both his stomach and yours. You licked his liquids from your hands, looking at him the whole time.

But you still wanted him inside you. And when your legs finally stopped shaking from the previous orgasm, you gently pushed him, making him lay on the bed.

— We’re not done yet, I need you inside me, Barto. — you whispered. — Can you get hard for me one more time, huh?

He nodded, nervously. He desired you so much, and it was a moment he thought it would happen only in his dreams. But there you were, beautifully on top of him, with your (E/C) eyes full of lust and desire.

When he got hard again, you rubbed his length between your folds, coating him in your juices before you finally started riding him, slowly at first. He felt bigger than you expected, which made you take some time to get used to his size.

Feeling stretched enough. You were able to move faster, feeling impossibly full of him, while your fingers touched your clit. Bartolomeo’s hand played with your boobs, pinching your nipples roughly. His moans got louder, and he shut his eyes, an indication his orgasm was close.

— Hold it, Barto. — you moaned, also feeling your climax soon. — Hold it for me. I’m close too.

Going up and down faster, and the stimulation on your clit and nipples soon enough made you cum, clenching your pussy around his dick and wetting him with your juices. His orgasm followed soon after, filling you with his cum.

You rested your head on his chest, both still breathing heavy, and him inside of you, trying to recover. When he finally pulled out, his juices, mixed with yours, dripped down your thighs. You whined, feeling empty without him. But also too tired to go for another round.

— We might arrive at Zou tomorrow… — you whispered, your head on his chest playing with his tattoo with your index finger. — We won’t be able to see each other, at least for a while…

— I know… — he replied, a bit of disappointment in his voice. — I’ll miss you, (Y/N)-senpai.

— Well… We still have a few hours. — you smirked. — We can enjoy the time we have now until we see each other again.

The morning after, you’d have to avoid everyone’s glare, but for now, you only wanted to spend some time with your fanboy.

[juniperhillpatient]

Tales of Ba Sing Se Re-watch

Alright, I ain't even gonna lie to you guys this is yet another re-watch post made after a couple glasses of wine. I really don't have anything too deep to say about this episode though, it's just fun. This is also one of my most highly re-watched episodes so I don't even know why I re-watched it again for this re-watch. Just the completionist in me, I guess. But I literally do watch this episode all the fucking time lol it's a comfort episode for me & good background noise plus it's one of my sister's faves so she literally always has either this or 'The Beach' on.

(Yes I know my sister has good taste. Please comment about it so I can tell her. She is 12 & would be delighted & validated to know people on the internet think she has good taste.)

Already this post has gotten off track! I swear I used to be a party girl y'all I used to be able to drink anyone under the damn table at any time now literally only 2 glasses of red wine on a weeknight & I'm loopy lmao. Okay, what was I saying? What do I have to say about this episode? Look, basically, it's a slice of life & it's kinda like a fluffy fanfic to me. Like, it's not relevant to the plot but I love it so much. It's so important to me. Every show needs at least 5 episodes a season in this vein, I think that would fix modern TV I'm being completely serious.

Alright, so first of all the beginning is hilarious & precious. I just love all the kiddos getting ready in the mirror, & Toph being a hot mess who's ready to go & doesn't give a fuck about dirt.

Katara & Toph's segment is just so fucking cute.

I always completely forget until watching this episode how hard I used to ship Katara & Toph lol! Now I no longer ship them romantically but they have such an adorable friendship. I really love how Toph is hesitant at first but goes along with Katara's idea, & even sticks around after they touch her feet - the one thing she asked not to happen (don't blame you, baby girl, this is Nickolodean after all.) Toph freaking the attendant out with her silly mud mask face & making Katara laugh gets me grinning like a fool every time. I of course love Katara & Toph showing those mean girls what's what & sharing a soft moment. Best girls. I love them so much. Oh shit, the iconic behavior competition. They get +500 each for sending those mean girls down the river.

Alright & Iroh's adventure!!! Wow, I have like, nothing deep to say about it but I love it so much. I love Iroh helping people selflessly. The interaction with the would-be mugger is great. But the juxtaposition from Iroh singing to the crying kid on the street & singing as he plays tribute to Lu Ten.....I get emotional every time. Iroh's little tale says a lot about the way he interacts with the world around him & I love it <3 Also, +100 iconic behavior points for changing the mugger's life so easily.

Aang's adventure is funny but I have no deep analysis? Sorry guys I'm lacking in the deep analysis area right now. I mean, there's not much to say. It's entertaining. I'm a little confused about how there can be a zoo outside the walls of Ba Sing Se? Isn't it....kinda tricky to get in & out? I don't...ok.....anyway...

Sokka's adventure is hilarious. I love the slam poetry moment. But I don't have much to analyze there other than "haha funny."

Zuko!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't know if you guys knew this about me, but I love Zuko. I know, I know, shocking. I love Zuko's little date with Jin. I saw the headcanon that Iroh purposefully made Zuko's hair into a 'do that would cause any girl with any sense to immediately ruffle it & that's just so cute, I totally read it that way from now on. "Zuko can't lie" as a character trait will forever be important to me. Zuko juggling even though he can't juggle will never not be funny & endearing. But I have to tell you guys, I was joking with some of you about how "Zuko has no game" before but like.....if u think about it Zuko did get a girl fully simping over him & trying desperately to get a lil kiss on the lips DESPITE his consistent fumbling so I MEAN. Say what you will but Jin was into him.

Also, I remember the first time I watched this episode I could not focus on anything else after Zuko lit the lanterns 'cause I was STRESSED. I was certain Zuko had given him & Iroh away.

Momo's segment just makes me sad 'cause it reminds me what episode is next & my heart is not ready.....

Anyway!!!! I love this cute little episode!!! That is all <3

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I’m currently obsessed with tiktok and tom holland so I’m obsessed with imagines about both. i think it would be cute if you do a tiktok trend with the boys but like the world doesn’t know about reader and Tom so people are shipping her with one of the guys? like from the tiktok? Tom maybe gets jealous or something ? idk i’m rambling haha

Thanks for the request anon :) I hope this was okay!

Heartbreak Anniversary

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: mentions of pandemic and COVID, cussing, maybe suggestive at points???, angst, jealous Tom, uhhh sucky writing and no proofreading so bare w ya girl n kinda longer than I anticipated but here we are :)

Notes: italics = flashback

If someone asked you how you managed to get a life as crazy as your’s, you’d simply reply “just meet Harrison and become best friends.” You almost couldn’t fathom what your life looked like right now - you sat in the kitchen with your two friends, Harry and Tuwaine, who had fallen into the pits of TikTok with you, while Harrison, Sam, and your beloved, Tom, sat in the living room, screeching at the television as they watched a game. All of this, while in the middle of a worldwide pandemic.

You didn’t officially live with the boys, but you might as well have. Your apartment was only minutes away, but with how communal your living situation was, Tom simply talked it over with his brothers and best friends, who didn’t even hesitate to scream yes when he asked if you could stay there. It was “safest,” he explained when he begged you to come stay for a while. So you did.

How did we get here? It all started with a little project, Harrison Osterfield, and him playing cupid.

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“Clumsy, are we?” Harrison managed to balance you as you tripped over your own two feet, walking into the studio. “What makes you think that?” You huffed back, a small laugh escaping your lips. “Just get that vibe.” He replied, shrugging with a smile.

It didn’t take long for you and Harrison to practically become the best of friends. He soon was inviting you out to drinks with his friends, who immediately accepted you. Though you and Harrison’s friendship was strictly platonic, you found him itching to find out about your relationship status. “Should I even wonder, Harri?” “I mean, no. I’m just curious.” “I thought I told you before I’m not interested in a relationship right now.” You said, glaring at him with a smile. “I didn’t ask that, I was just curious. So anyway, are you coming to the pub tonight? I’m dying for you to meet my friend, Tom.” The excitement in his voice was too much to understand, but instead of questioning, you just replied with a yes.

There you were, walking through the doors of the pub at 8pm sharp. Your eyes finally spotted familiar faces who were calling out to you. You followed suit, inching your way to the booth at the back. “Y/N!” They called, urging into hugs. “Hi everyone!” You replied, taking a seat. Tuwaine was already scooting over your favorite drink towards you. “Told you we’d always take care of you! Anyway, we’re celebrating tonight. Tom’s back home!”

Your eyes landed on the curly-haired boy who had a gentle smile playing on his lips. “No need for anything big, I’m just glad to be surrounded by my favorite people.” Tom said. “Nice to meet you finally, Y/N. Glad to finally put a face to the name.” Tom held a hand out, gripping tight to yours as he shook it. Little did you know, Tom was well-aware of what your face looked like. He hadn’t been able to stop scrolling through your social media pages after Harrison had posted a picture of you, him, and Tuwaine on his story during a night out.

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“So who’s this girl you’ve been posting?” Tom said, trying to be as nonchalant as possible during this conversation with his bestfriend. “Y/N, I thought I’d mentioned her to you.” Harrison said through the phone. “I don’t believe you have, are you like…” “No, no, dude, you know I’ve been talking to Grace.” “I know, but I was just worried my best friend had moved on without telling me!” “You know I would. No, she’s just a friend, we met during a project. Grace actually loves her, and so does everyone else - including your brothers. Have they not told you about her?”

Tom tried to think back to his conversations, only briefly hearing mentions of your names when he’d ask what they’d been doing. He couldn’t help but scroll through your pictures, soaking up every aspect of your life, well, only what you displayed. You had a dog, bingo. You seemed to be funny by the way you captioned your pictures, good. You seemed to have fun, love your family, and live a life that perfectly reflected how Harrison had described to him after he had came to the realization that Tom had already began crushing on you just by what he’d started telling him and the way you portrayed yourself.

Tom begged Harrison to be his wingman. Harrison practically scolded him the first few times. “I don’t want you to mess up this friendship.” “She’s not just a fling, Tom.” “Can’t you just be friends first?” Tom would settle for the last comment. “Fine, introduce us.”

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Your conversations with Tom seemed so effortless that night. With too much alcohol in your system, you found yourself completely flustered by how pretty he was with his glazed eyes, rosy cheeks, and the constant giggles escaping his lips.

Though nothing ever happened that night, you found yourself spending more and more time with Tom in the coming weeks. Harrison didn’t mind as his relationship was truly flourishing with Grace. Weeks later, Tom had finally kissed you out of the blue and it changed everything. He was leaving for a few more weeks for filming, and instead of gaining the guts to make it official that night, he waited until he came back. It was the first thing he asked you when you reunited.

But, it wasn’t as simple as that. The logistics, the orchestrating, there was so much planning involved with what felt like should just be simple. Tom had fans, and sometimes they weren’t so nice. Tom wanted to protect you in every way possible. Though it was obvious you’d been hanging with the guys, since some of them had posted you, you had just figured that if you went out in public, you’d all go together and you couldn’t spend too much time just next to Tom. Posts were limited, it was all planned to a T. But you didn’t mind, because Tom made you happy and you knew it was for the best.

For a while, you did long distance. Your relationship had been based off of late night or early morning FaceTime calls, quick calls in between breaks, and short text messages throughout the day. It was hard but worth it. But this last time didn’t last near as long as others.

When word of COVID swept through the news, the world became frantic in all aspects. When everything began going into lockdown, Tom was sent straight back home from filming.

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Laughter erupted between Harry, Tuwaine, and you. Tuwaine had showed you a both a video on TikTok he came across of a girl dancing in the midst of her friends to the song Heartbreak Anniversary. Though her coordination was obviously great, it was the reactions and how aggressive she was doing the dance that made it so funny.

As if on cue, Tom, Harrison, and Sam walked into the kitchen, Harrison mentioning that they couldn’t hear their program over their laughing. That’s when they found themselves gathered around the phone, joining in the laugher.

“I think we should recreate it. I think Y/N should learn the dance and be in the middle. It’ll be too good.” Harry said. “Me?” A nervous laugh escaping your lips. “For sure, we learn dances so fast, you’ll have it down in no time.” Harry was right - over the last few months, you’d formed certain hobbies with each of the boys. You had became just as close with them as Tom was, and one thing you and Harry found yourselves doing often was learning dances in the backyard, most likely disrupting the neighbors from your obnoxious cussing and laughter.

After protesting the dance, the guys had won and you were now practicing the dance. You felt so dumb, you couldn’t help but laugh. You didn’t allow the boys to see it so that when you videod, it would be their fresh reactions. And that’s what it was -

The boys circled around you, ready to endure the dancing. Right before, Tom had pulled you aside and reiterated not focusing that much time on him, though he wanted you to. You agreed, understanding the circumstances considering the world still was unaware of your relationship. To everyone else, you were just some friend that came to hang out every now and then.

So when the music started, you kept that little rule in the back of your mind. You tried to spend enough time with each, trying to make them laugh which definitely worked. You added your own flair to the dance, leaning back towards each of them, causing them to spit out laughter. You still found a moment with Tom, because it’d be too obvious that you were not trying to be obvious if you didn’t (haha).

Afterwards, the guys laughed over your shoulder as they watched their own reactions. “You killed that!” Sam exclaimed.

Hours later, you all sat in the living room, engrossed in your own thing - television, telephone, reading, someone was doing something. That’s when Tuwaine busted out laughing. “Shit, these comments are ruthless!” “Hmm?” You said, not even thinking to go check on the video you’d posted. When you opened up the app, Tom was looking over your shoulder to look for himself.

“Yeah, Harrison and Y/N are def fucking”

“Y/N and Haz 👀👀👀”

“Look at the way Haz looks at her 😍 obvi in love”

The comments continued. You cocked your head, watching back at the video. There was nothing much different between your interactions other than he was laughing the most - but that was just Haz. You shook your head, laughing as everyone but Tom joined it.

“Dang, Y/N, didn’t know we cared so much about each other!” Harrison said, giggling. “Right, just so in love!” You jokingly fell back into the couch, but soon noticed that Tom was barely participating in the jokes. Instead, he was leaning back, barely cracking a smile, even when you tugged his arm. You tried to shake off his reaction, not expecting him to actually be upset.

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“I think I’m going to shower, wanna join?” You pulled out some sweatpants from the drawer that you’d claimed. “Why don’t you go ask Harrison?” You stopped dead in your tracks. “Excuse me?” Tom stayed silent. A nervous laugh escaped your lips, in hopes that his words were only joking but the straight face he was giving, along with no eye contact, made it clear that he was not joking.

“Are you being serious right now?” You asked quietly. You felt yourself beginning to get upset, considering you had never given him a reason to believe that for one, you’d ever cheat, and for two, that you and Harrison had ever had sex. He was well aware of the friendship that you had before Tom came along, and not only was it strictly platonic, but Grace had been in the picture the whole time.

Tom finallt replied with a shrug, which elicited rolling eyes from you. “You’re unbelievable.” You slammed the door to the bedroom, slamming the bathroom door across the hall. It may have been absurd, but in that moment you honestly were shocked. You and Tom had never really argued about something like this before - it just never showed itself as a problem. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been rumored dating each one of the boys before anyway, you didn’t know what was different.

Harrison had obviously heard the slamming of the doors, including the other boys who surrounded him. Sam pushed the television, looking around at the group, who was already exchanging looks. “Nose goes.” Tuwaine said, instantly pinning his finger to his nose, the rest of the boys following. Harrison was the last to reach his nose. “Aw, come on. You know this is probably about me.” Harrison whispered. “Guess you gotta find out.” Harry replied, shrugging.

Harrison slowly made his way to Tom’s room, slowly knocking before opening the door. Tom was laying on the bed on his phone, seeming that he was not phased by the events that seemed to have just occurred. “Tom?” “Hmm?” “What’s going on?” Harrison asked, inching closer to the bed.

Tom laid his phone on his chest with a smirk. “Why don’t you go find out?” “Seriously, Tom? Are we twelve right now?” Harrison huffed back, crossing his arms. When Tom didn’t reply, Harrison felt like tugging his hair out. It wasn’t very often that the two lads argued, but Harrison honestly couldn’t believe that THIS is what the argument was about this time.

Harrison made it clear time and time again before Tom and you had started dating that you two had been platonic from the beginning. Harrison loved you like a sister, but never anything more. Tom was well aware of that - so he didn’t understand why he was lashing out?

“Look, mate. I don’t know why you’re acting like this, but I can guarantee you, that if you keep on, Y/N isn’t going to like it. You have no right to take it out on her. You know she wouldn’t do that to you in a million years, hell, you know I’d never do that to you in a million years. If you want to be mad, be mad at me, though you have no true reason to be. Fans make assumptions all the time. You can’t possibly be upset when you’re the one who continues to vow her as a secret to the world. You orchestrate every plan with her to make sure that it looks like you’re not dating, so yeah, people might get skeptical. I’m sorry that you’re feeling insecure right now, but you have no right to accuse her of anything.” Harrison had no intentions of giving a speech, but he knew that it had to be said. Tom just looked at him, and for the first time, Harrison couldn’t get a read on him.

Harrison made his way out of the room, almost colliding with you as you came out of the bathroom. Harrison gave you a sympathetic smile before going back to the living room. Confused as to what had just happened in Tom’s room, you took a deep breath before opening the door. There was no doubt that you were still upset, but you also were bothered about the fact that this came so suddenly. Or had it? Had he been so skeptical before and you’d just never caught on? How could he not trust you?

As you walked in, Tom laid on his side away from you. You let out a small sigh, placing your dirty clothes in the hamper and walking over to the bed. “Tom?” No answer. “Can we talk?” Though you couldn’t see around him, Tom squeezed his eyes shut at those words. He finally turned over. “Hey.” You said. “Hey.”

You assumed an apology would come after that, but it never did. You tried to be reasonable. “I get it.” “Hm?” “I get it. I’m sorry that you’re feeling like this. I can’t say there haven’t been times I’ve gotten a little jealous or scared or insecure when you’re miles and miles away. But I’m right here. You have nothing to worry about.” “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have acted that way towards you.” “It’s okay, but you have to trust me. We’ve been together over a year now and this conversation has never came up. Why now?”

Tom took a minute to gather his words. He let out a slow shaky breath. “I don’t know how to put it into words. When I’m away, I long to be back home with you. It seems so simple to know that I get to home and you’re here for me. So, now that I’m home for longer than a week, I recognize that you have developed these amazing friendships with people who can be here for you more than me, and sometimes it just feels unreal that I have you - like I don’t deserve you. I just love you so much that the thought of you being with someone else ever hurts me, and I think that’s why the comments got to me so much this time. Y/N, I think I’m ready to tell the world. I’m tired of keeping you a secret. I want to show the world you’re mine, I want to be the one they make those comments about. Ridiculous, huh?” Tom let out a small chuckle and shook his head.

You grabbed his hands, shaking your head. “Babe, if it weren’t for Harrison, we wouldn’t be here. The relationships I’ve grown with everyone is over our shared love of you. We are so grateful that we can be altogether in each other’s presence and enjoy it because we all have a shared love. You’re so important to all of us, and that’s just how it works. I’m ready to tell the world if you are. I’d love nothing more than to finally call you mine publicly… and maybe go on a date outside of our backyard when this pandemic ends.” You say with a grin. He pulls you on top of him, laying a slow kiss on your lips. “You’re so important to me. Let’s show the world how much.”

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Just Friends

Masterlist

Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Summary: You and Tom haven’t seen each other since filming Uncharted, and you decide to surprise him at his Jimmy Kimmel interview. Although you’ve always been “just friends,” you can’t help but think there’s something more.

A/N: Hey y’all sorry it’s been a few days since I last posted, I’ve just been super stressed with school and stuff, but I actually really like this fic and I hope you guys like it too!

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst if you squint

WC: 2.4k

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It’s been months since you and Tom last saw each other in person.

While filming Uncharted, the two of you had become extremely close, hanging out in each other’s trailers and spending all of your free time together. In such a short period, you had become best friends, but neither of you could deny the spark of something more. Unfortunately, the two of you never got to explore that spark because of the short time limit. After wrapping, you and Tom went your separate ways, him to Atlanta to film Spiderman 3, and you back to your hometown for a well-deserved break.

That doesn’t mean you two haven’t stayed in contact though. You and Tom have texted and facetimed almost every day since you parted ways, or as much as his busy filming schedule allows. Throughout this time, however, you never seemed to discuss the obvious love connection between you two. Without actually speaking about it, you both seemed to agree that that conversation would be better to have in person.

This bring us to today, where Tom is backstage at Jimmy Kimmel, anxiously waiting for his interview segment of the show. He picks up his phone and decides to text you before he goes on to settle his nerves, wishing you were here to comfort him in person.

T: Are you watching the show yet?

Y: yep I already have my tv turned to abc! are you going on soon?

T: Yeah, I’m so nervous though

Y: why? you’ve been on the show before and you’re like amazing at interviews

T: Idk, Jimmy just said “be ready for a surprise” and he looked really suspicious so I’m scared

T: I just hope they don’t bring like Jennifer Aniston out or something because I would totally freeze and make a fool out of myself

Y: lmao that would be kinda funny tho, but I’m sure you have nothing to worry about

T: Okay we’ll see haha

T: Gtg I’m on in 10, I’ll facetime you after I’m done!

Y: kk, good luck tommy :)

T: Ahh thank you!!

What Tom doesn’t know is that you are ten times more nervous than him. While he’s under the impression that you’re sitting on your living room couch watching the show, you are actually in the dressing room down the hall from him.

Last month, when Tom told you he was going to be on Jimmy Kimmel to promote Cherry, you had the idea to surprise him. You emailed Jimmy not expecting a response, but to your surprise, he actually emailed you back and loved your idea.

So, here you are, waiting backstage and shaking with anticipation to surprise Tom. To be completely honest, you’re even more nervous now that you know Tom is expecting some big star like Jennifer Aniston, who you know has always been his biggest celebrity crush. But nonetheless, you shake off the nerves as best as you can, just hoping everything goes well.

“Please welcome our first guest… Tom Holland everyone!” you hear Jimmy’s voice over the speaker in your dressing room.

Now that Tom is on stage, you can safely leave the room without him seeing you, and you head to the side stage, waiting for your cue.

Tom and Jimmy talk about Cherry for a few minutes, and you can’t help but admire him. His voice, his face, his outfit, everything about him is just perfect. And even better, he’s here in person, closer than he’s been to you in a long time. It takes every ounce of self-control in you to stop yourself from running onstage and hugging him now. ‘Only a minute longer,’ you tell yourself.

“So, other than Cherry, what other upcoming projects are you working on?” Jimmy inquires onstage.

Almost there…

“Well, as most of you know,” Tom addresses the audience, “I’m filming Spiderman 3 right now, which has been going brilliantly. It’s definitely going to be the best one of all the Spiderman movies I’ve done. And I just wrapped on a film called Uncharted a few months ago in Berlin, which was so much fun.”

“Ooh, Uncharted, tell us more about that!"

“Yeah, well it’s based on the video game, and I play the main character, Nathan Drake, who’s on a quest throughout the film. It’s a lot like Spiderman in a way, with all the stunts and stuff, and I think it’s going to turn out great, I can’t wait to see it finished.”

“That sounds like a lot of fun! And if I’m not mistaken, you seem to have met a certain Y/N Y/L/N while filming?”

“Oh, Y/N, yeah, she’s great,” he starts to gush, and you immediately smile, “we became friends super fast, and I miss her so much. I wish she could be here right now, but she’s watching from home actually, so hey Y/N!” he looks directly at the camera and waves, as if he’s waving to you through the screen.

That’s your cue. You tiptoe onstage behind Tom, trying your best to shush the immediate gasps from the audience.

“Well Tom,” Jimmy smiles, “I think your wish may have come true.”

“Huh?” Tom looks around, confused, until his eyes land on you, and he completely freezes.

“Hey Tom,” you smile.

“Y/N! Holy shit! You’re here, you’re actually here!” he exclaims, not caring that he just cursed on live TV.

Tom immediately springs off the couch and sprints to you, arms outstretched. As soon as he reaches you, he picks you up in a tight hug and spins you around, both of you laughing. He sets you down, but still keeps you in a tight embrace, not pulling away until neither of you can breathe. He steps backwards to take you in, still trying to fathom that you’re actually here, with him, after all this time.

“Y/N, wha-, how? I thought you were at your house!” Tom can barely form a sentence, smiling wider than ever and completely out of breath.

“Eh, my house was boring. I thought it would be more fun here with you,” you smile.

He pulls you in again, whispering, “I missed you so fucking much.”

“You have no idea,” you whisper back, resting your forehead on his.

The two of you lock eyes, and for a moment, it’s like you are the only two people in the world. You both start to lean in, lips almost touching, when Jimmy interjects.

“Alright, you two, while that was very sweet, we do still have the rest of the show to get through, so why don’t you come sit down,” Jimmy laughs, bringing you and Tom back to reality.

“Right, of course,” Tom responds, trying his best to keep cool in front of the audience.

Tom ushers you to the couch, keeping one hand on the small of your back as he follows you. He keeps his arm around you when you sit, staying as close to you as possible without raising any more suspicions from the audience.

“So, you two, huh?” Jimmy smirks.

“What? Oh, no, Jimmy, we- we’re just friends,” you laugh trying your best to hide the obvious blush on your cheeks.

“I don’t know, that seemed like a little more than just friend behavior to me over there,”

“What do you expect, I haven’t seen her in half a year!” Tom exclaims, saving you from more embarrassment.

“Okay, okay, fine. Just friends,” he turns to the camera and winks, earning laughs from the audience.

“Anyways Y/N, we already talked about Tom, so tell us about you! How was your experience filming Uncharted?” thankfully, Jimmy moves on.

“Well, up until this point I had only really done small indie films, so it was definitely a major change. But Tom was so nice in helping me and it actually turned out to be such an amazing experience, probably the most fun I’ve ever had filming a movie…”

You go on for a few more minutes, talking to Jimmy about your role in Uncharted and your career in general, exchanging small glances with Tom, who just sat back and listened, completely entranced by you.

“Alright, well thank you so much for coming Y/N, it was great to have you! I’m afraid I have to keep Tom for a few more minutes for our next segment, but you’ll have him all to yourself soon enough,” Jimmy smiles.

You laugh, “Thank you so much for having me Jimmy, it was such a pleasure!”

You stand up and hug both Jimmy and Tom, giving Tom a small peck on the cheek before you walk offstage, waving to the audience as you leave.

You smile all the way back to your dressing room, completely overjoyed that you were successful in surprising Tom. As soon as you sat down on the small couch, not even two minutes after you walked offstage, your phone starts blowing up with notifications.

You see that your best friend texted you, so you check that first.

BFF: so you and tom huh? girl why didn’t you tell me?????

Y: what no???

Y: we’re just friends!!

BFF: that’s not what literally all of twitter thinks

Y: wdym? they don’t know anything

BFF: go check rn, i’m telling you they’re going batshit crazy over you two

You check Twitter and immediately see the fans already going crazy over you and Tom.

“just friends”????? bullshit did y’all see the way they almost KISSED?????

TOM AND Y/N I SHIP I SHIP I SHIP

did y’all see the way tom looked at y/n? he’s totally in love omg

UGH I’M SO JEALOUS AKSDHJSAHDSHD I WANT TO BE Y/N SO BAD

they’re so cute help omg

THE WAY Y/N FLEW OUT TO CALIFORNIA JUST TO SURPRISE TOM??? JUST FRIENDS MY ASS

Were you really being that obvious? You quickly call your friend, looking for some advice on what to do, and she picks up right away.

“Okay you were right, they’re going absolutely insane,” you start.

“I mean what do you expect y’all almost kissed on live tv!”

“Shut up.”

“Come onnnnn Y/N, I know you like him and he obviously likes you too so just talk to him! You already know that you two would be the cutest fucking couple ever. Plus you already have the approval of twitter what more could you need?”

You laugh, but you’re still hesitant.

“I don’t know, what if he doesn’t like me back?

“HE. ALMOST. KISSED. YOU. ON. LIVE. FUCKING. TELEVISON. I THINK HE LIKES YOU BACK BITCH!”

“Okay first of all we didn’t almost kiss, and second of all I don’t want to ruin our friendship. Plus how would I even tell him?”

“Okay YES YOU DID ALMOST KISS! And this isn’t middle school! Just tell him how you feel.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Think about what?”

You whip around and see Tom standing at your dressing room door.

“Fuck I gotta call you back,” you whisper, quickly hanging up the phone.

You turn back to Tom, still standing in the doorway.

“How much of that did you hear?” you ask, blushing profusely.

“Um, all of it I think,” Tom looks down and you immediately start to freak out.

Tom, however, looks back up at you and smirks.

“So you like me huh?”

You stay silent for a moment, a billion thoughts running through your head. You contemplate denying it and staying just friends with Tom. But then you think back to what your best friend told you just a second ago.

“Just tell him how you feel.”

“Yeah Tom. I like you. And not as a friend. This isn’t really the way I intended on telling you, and I get if you don’t feel the same way, but the way I feel about you isn’t just platonic. There’s a connection between us that I felt since the day we met and I can’t help but think that you feel it too. And then today it just got, like, ten times stronger and I-“

Tom promptly cuts you off by cupping your jaw and placing his lips on yours, sending a rush throughout your entire body. His lips feel like heaven, moving ever so gently against yours, and again, it feels like you two are the only people on Earth. The kiss is warm and loving, and although it doesn’t last long, the moment has already been engraved in your mind for eternity.

He pulls back, looking into your eyes, making sure he hasn’t made a mistake, but you only stare back at him ten times more lovingly.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” he whispers.

“Me too,” you whisper back.

He takes your hands in his, “Y/N, I do feel that connection, and I want us to be more than just friends. I always have.”

As much as you are relieved that Tom feels the same way, you can’t help but worry.

“What about the distance? Are you sure we can handle that?”

“Of course we can,” Tom assures you, “I don’t care how far away we are from each other, I love you, and I’m never letting any amount of distance take that away.”

“But these past few months have been so hard without you, and we haven’t even been dating, I just- I don’t want to be apart from you anymore.”

“Then move in with me. Come to London and live with me!”

“Okay,” you grin.

“Wait, really?” Tom questions, taken aback.

“Yeah, why not? I mean, obviously we won’t be able to be together all the time because of our jobs, but it’ll be the closest thing.”

“Are you sure? That’s a big commitment to move that far.”

“I’m positive Tom. You’re my best friend, and now, I guess you’re my boyfriend,” you giggle, “I love you too, and I want to be with you, even if that means moving thousands of miles to London.”

Tom smiles, “You called me your boyfriend.”

“Shut up you dork, come here.”

You pull him in for another kiss, still feeling like you’re floating. Your lips once again move perfectly together, as if they’re made for each other. You’re completely consumed in him, and him in you, and in this moment, you know that he is the only one for you. In this moment, you know that you want to spend the rest of your life with him, and only him, and it’s the best feeling in the world.

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[holylulusworld]

Boy hates girl?

Title: Boy hates girl?

Square Filled: Stanford AU

Ship: AU!Dean x fem!Reader

Characters: Lisa Breaden

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: angst, language, arguments, kinda cheating, smut, protected sex, enemies to lovers, and they were roommates, mentions of cheating/post shitty relationships, implied smut, implied oral sex

Summary: Dean crashes into your life and won’t stop bugging you.

Word Count: 2,2 k

Written/Created for: @spnaubingo​​​​

2020 SPN AU BINGO Masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

“Are you fucking serious, psycho?” hands-on your hips you growl at the guy standing in front of your door. “Did you follow me home? I already told you the pie is mine.”

“Wait—what?” the guy cocks his head, looks you up and down before he gets a piece of paper out. “No, no! Not you again. Crazy chick,” he retorts, eyes a little narrowed now. “Did you hurt my girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend? What the fuck are you talking about? I came home,” now you lean in the doorframe, grinning like a winner, “ate a slice of the pie you wanted, and had a shower. I didn’t have the time to kill anyone.”

“This is my girl’s place,” you snatch the piece of paper out of the guy’s hand, frowning when you read your former roommate’s name. “She said I shall pick her up at seven.”

“Dude, that’s my former roommate and she doesn’t live here for like seven or eight weeks. I kicked her bitchy ass out,” handing the guy the piece of paper you snicker. “She liked to do this, ya know. Once in a while a guy came around and left heartbroken. Bitch doesn’t even have the guts to break up with a guy.”

“She wants to break up with me?” the guy sighs now and you pity him for a moment until you remember you hate him. “Fuck, here I am, trying to not be a one and done for once. Great job, Dean.”

“Wait…you are Dean Winchester!” you snicker, eyes roaming his body. “You must be last on her bucket list to fuck!”

“What the fuck!” Dean grunts, stepping closer to look over your shoulder. “Is this a sick game? Do you want to make fun of me, Lisa?”

“Dude, relax,” patting his shoulder you sigh. “Lisa, she had a bucket list of guys she wants to fuck during her time at Stanford. You were the last one,” licking your lips you look Dean all over again. “Don’t know why she broke up with you before you did the nasty.”

“I wanted to wait this time,” Dean hands you a single red rose, shaking his head. “I didn’t even like her that much. It’s just, my brother and his girlfriend called me a heartbreaker, and no one believes I can be faithful.”

“Only as you like to have sex and not commit doesn’t mean you are a bad person!” 

“Exactly,” nodding eagerly Dean licks his lips. “I never cheated on a girl. I’m young and want to live my life to the fullest. I do not promise a girl marriage or crap. If you go out with me,” he shamelessly drinks your body in, eyes stopping to your cleavage, “you’ll get dirty soon enough.”

“Ahem,” dipping your head you look past Dean to see your nosy neighbor watch you and the cocky guy. “You better come inside or Mrs. Nosy over there will talk trash about me again.”

“You wanna invite me in, sweetheart,” smirk on his plump lips Dean follows you inside your apartment, eyes immediately drifting toward your ass. “I like the view.”

“Asshole,” you know without looking that Dean was staring at your ass in your sleep shorts. “I wanted to have a nap after studying non-stop. How about coffee?”

“Can I have a slice of the pie too?” he asks, eyes drifting toward your legs when you stop in your tracks to turn around. 

“If you answer me one question, you’ll get a slice, Winchester,” he grins, eyes glued to your lips now. 

“Shoot me, sweetheart.”

“It’s Y/N and I want to know,” fisting his jacket you look up at Dean, lips pressed into a thin line, “if you fucked my former roommate.”

“Nope,” he purrs, leaning closer to inhale your shampoo. “I told you about my problems.”

“You mean the problems other people have with your lifestyle, Dean,” you pat his cheek before you turn back around to walk toward the kitchen. “I don’t do relationships either.”

“Why? I’m simply curious,” he asks, following you toward the kitchen.

“I like sex, not heartbreak,” you shrug, turning your attention toward the coffee machine. “How do you like it?”

“Rough, wet, a lot of kissing and I love to do it in the kitchen,” you laugh nervously when Dean steps closer to grip your waistline. “Sweetheart, I could show it to you right now.”

“I meant your coffee, Winchester but,” your hands are in his hair seconds later, “give me some sugar first.” He kisses you greedily, forces his tongue into your mouth, making you moan.

“I’m on it,” he picks you up to hold you against the wall, hastily tugging at your top while you try to shove his jacket down his shoulders. “Okay, let me get you out of the top and I’ll show you the goods.”

“Deal.”

Your top and his jacket end up splattered on the floor. You are impatient, just like Dean when you grasp for each other.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he whines when you take the lead, hand down his pants to get his dick out. “I need a condom.”

“The cookie jar with the naughty girl on it,” you grin when Dean looks at the jar with a naked guy. “Yeah, that one is the naughty cookie jar.”

“That’s a guy but fuck it—” while you stand on wobbling legs, Dean fetches a condom to roll it over his length, his pants still on. “You’ve got some naughty stuff in your kitchen, sweetheart.”

Dean grins when he ushers back toward you. His member stands tall and proud, reminds you of your favorite toy. But Dean’s cock looks much better than any toy you ever saw.

“Come here, lover boy-“ you crook your finger to lure Dean in. “Give it to me good.”

“That is the worst quote you could bring up,” either way, Dean grips you roughly, slams your back against the wall, smirking when you wrap your legs around his waist. 

“You love it, asshole. Now, how do you like it?” wrapping your arms around his shoulders you smirk. “Come on, fuck me, Dean!”

“I’m on it,” Dean groans against you, fighting to shove your sleep shorts aside. “Fucking with clothes on is difficult.”

“Don’t act all coy now,” you dig your fingertips into his shoulders when he finally slips inside, thrusting forward to fill you in on go. “That’s much better.”

“Yeah?” he laughs against you, ignores you fought over apple pie this morning. “Worth a slice of apple pie?”

“Fuck me and we can talk about your pie,” how he manages to hold you against the wall and move at the pace he sets is a mystery to you. Dean groans with every thrust, loves the slick sound of your coupling fills the kitchen. “Fuck, that’s good.”

“Better than fighting?” he grips your ass, squeezes your flesh roughly while you try to hold tight onto his shoulders. “Damn me, I should’ve taken you right there, in the parking lot of the fucking store.”

“Hmmm…” you dip your head, try anything to capture his plump lips. “You promised a lot of kissing.” panting you try to focus on the man move inside of you, not your ringing phone. “Fuck, call me later.”

“Shit—fuck—sweetheart I need you to cum for me,” if you ever heard a man make an erotic noise it's right at the moment when Dean moans against your lips. “Y/N—”

“D-Dean,” a choked-out moan leaves your lips as your body trembles violently. “I love fucking in clothes.”

“I knew you are a dirty little slut the moment you stole my pie,” Dean speeds up, chases his release while you tug at his hair, and crash your lips onto his mouth to swallow his deep groans. Seconds later Dean comes with a loud grunt, and a violent jerk of his hips.

“That wasn’t bad, Winchester—”

“It was a B, Y/N,” he sighs against you, tongue licking into your mouth. “Sorry, I was on the edge for months. I tried to be a good boy and not fuck on the first date.”

“Well, congrats and thank you for the orgasm,” you tug harder at his hair, grinning when he growls low in his throat. “If you want some pie, I want round two in my bedroom.”

“Already addicted?”

“Maybe…”

“There is nothing better than postcoital pie,” you laugh at Dean’s words, even pat his chest. It’s been a long time since you felt comfortable around a guy. “So, will you tell me why you don’t do relationships?”

“I thought you were about to leave,” you roll to your side, eyes closing for a moment to not watch Dean go.

“I could stay a little longer,” Dean offers. “I like your bed, it’s comfortable and I’m a little tired after round three. Hell, my jaw still hurts.”

“I had two serious relationships,” oddly Dean spoons you to bury his face in your neck. “My first boyfriend and the dude popping my cherry dropped me shortly after we arrived at Stanford. He wanted parties, random girls and I, well I believed in monogamy.”

“A cheater?”

“Nah, he broke up with me before he fucked the first chick. At least he had better manners than my second boyfriend,” you turn around to face Dean. It’s an odd feeling to have him so close. 

“I only had one real relationship. Her name was Cassie and she kinda was the one breaking my heart back then. She wasn’t my first girl, but the first I fell in love with.”

“Anyways,” concentrating on the freckles on Dean’s face you try to swallow the lump in your throat, “my second boyfriend, I caught him in the act, on our bed. After that, I decided to never let anyone in again.”

“Sorry,” mumbling the word Dean slides his hand over your hair. “I’m the last guy telling you they were douches. I’m no better.”

“Did you ever cheat?”

“Nope.”

“In that case, you are a better man, Dean,” somehow Dean feels his chest swell at your words. No one ever cared about his side of the story. Everyone believes he’s a heartbreaker, a cheater even.

“WHAT THE FUCK DEAN!” Lisa drops her keys, furiously waving her hands while you whip your head toward her, grinning like the devil.

“Ah, hey, Lis’,” you give her a wink. “As you decided to steal my favorite dress when I asked you to move out and told everyone I kicked you out, I just snatched your boyfriend out of your hands.”

“WAIT—WHAT?” Dean gapes at Lisa, huffing when she throws insults at him. “Uh-you said she wanted to break up with me.”

“Lisa only sent her lovers to my apartment when she wanted to break up with them. She wasn’t here to meet up with you hours ago,” you shrug. 

“I gave him the wrong address,” while you move your hand toward Dean’s thigh to grip it tightly Lisa throws a tantrum. “I called!”

“Ah, yeah,” laughing you look at your phone on the ground. “We were kinda busy fucking. Sorry, Lisa. The joke is on you this time.”

“Good thing I wanted to fuck him once and dump him too,” storming out of your bedroom Lisa kicks things out of her way, even smashes a lamp against the wall. “I bet he’s a loser and can’t get it up. I tried to get in his pants for weeks.”

“Yeah about that, he’s a bomb, Lis’!”

“Did you know she didn’t want to dump me?” brows furrowed Dean looks at you. 

“No,” covering your eyes with one arm you sigh. “I told you she likes to do this. Anytime she wanted to dump a guy she left the apartment and only came back after I called her. I honestly believed it’s the same with you.”

“She wanted to dump me either way,” rolling onto his back Dean looks at the ceiling. “Guess I am luckless when it comes to relationships and crap.”

“Same, dude—”

“Why are you here again?” looking at the pie in Dean’s hands you eye the gift warily. “Dean, what do you want?”

“You see—” placing the pie onto the kitchen counter Dean sighs deeply. “I know you don’t do relationships, but I think we clicked. I know you must’ve felt it too.”

“I felt orgasms,” you like to play it cool, and not give away you thought about Dean the whole weekend. “Dean, this won’t work out.”

“How can you be sure if you don’t even want to try? I’m not perfect, but I promise to be honest and never cheat on you, Y/N,” shuffling on his feet Dean looks at you. “We could go for a date. If you don’t like me, we can stay friends.”

“Friends with benefits?” sliding your hand over Dean’s chest you look up at him. 

“Deal…”

“Okay, the benefits ain’t that bad, Winchester,” this time you barely made it out of your apartment before he had you in the backseat of his car and later at the room he shares with his classmate.

“I heard you are looking for a roommate,” Dean smirks when you look up at him. “Well, we can’t always fuck at my room. The sock over the doorknob doesn’t always work out.”

“You want to move in with me?”

“Yeah, uh—erm,” stammering Dean tries to convince you to let him move in with you. “I mean, we could have sex anytime. I’m a great roommate. My burgers are the best and we can study together.”

“You will pay half of the rent and help me clean too. Only as I let you see me naked doesn’t mean I will treat you differently.”

“Deal, sweetheart…”

“Deal, Mr. Winchester.”

And then, they were roommates…and lovers…and best friends…and much later…they grew old and grey together…

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[reel-fear]

bumblebee is used as the kid appeal character in practically every continuity. not only does he have a close friendship with at least one of the human companions (in media that has human companions), he's also written as the youngest of the main group of autobots in order to be more relatable to children. i'm not quite sure where you got the part about him canonically being an adult. if you're gonna say something about him being thousands of years old or whatever, that can't really be used here. cybertronians have way longer lifespans than humans, so they're not gonna go from minor to adult at 18 years old like humans. there's also what you said about bulkhead. having advanced knowledge of one particular thing doesn't necessarily mean a character HAS to be an adult. they definitely can be, but that's not absolute confirmation. after all, raf in transformers prime was a computer whiz and an expert hacker. most kids his age wouldn't know much about any of that, so does that make him an adult? also, like... where was the harassment lol. where did they insult you. they weren't even comparing you specifically to l*lis, they were just saying that the argument people use to justify bl*tzbee is the same one people use to justify l*lis. if people are like, legitimately harassing you, insulting you, threatening you over this, that's their fault for thinking it was ok to do, not littlemisstfp's fault.

they dropped my @ several times, publicly shat on me and gave me no chance to even reply. THEY EVEN ADRESSED IT WOULD'VE BEEN EASY TO NOT PUBLICLY MAKE THAT POST AND TALK TO ME PRIVATELY. It was an impulsive disgustingly awful move to make and yes they did compare me to ppl who like l*lis just by bringing it up.

Anyways if ur gonna tell me tfa bee is a child who has a job nearly got into the military, got stabbed on screen, was shown heavily drinking on screen [which the crew was totally okay with] and got seduced on screen. Well then to put simply the tfa production crew should be absolutely totally fucking ashamed of themselves for never addressing that ever or having anyone express concern over it in the show and tfa is a disgusting show that allowed that shit to happen. We should bring this up to the main writer on twitter and also ask why the main artists drew a pretender bee that looks like this as opposed to the other one that resembles a child that canon already said isnt canon

also if u guys tell me I was defending blitzbee again Im gonna break something, its so clear u guys dont actually think tfa bees a child u just hate blitzbee and want a reason to hate it. Im not a blitzbee shipper it literally just stopped being a ship that upset me to even hear mentioned. This about Littlemisstfp using fandom drama to be a piece of shit to me and the way u guys infantilize Bulkhead and Bee for the simple thing of having symptoms of adhd/autism and no canon evidence to back up the claim they are children when all the evidence clearly shows if they were children TFA Among other things: Never chose to address cybertron having child soldiers while exposing the other ways the autobots were corrupt so ig the crew just doesnt mind that?? Or didnt see it fit to put in the book that also exposed the autobots for literally using slaves?? Just wasnt a big priority??

showed an underaged character being seduced stabbed and getting heavily drunk and none of the characters question this so the entire tfa autobot crew is totally find with that.

put Prowl a clear adult as he fought in the same war so old its what gave ratchet ptsd pouncing on a blushing child. So I guess he's a canon creep and everyones okay with that.

Showed Bulkhead as some sort of super child genius?? Ig they kinda did that with Sari but at least they justified it Bulkhead can build one of the most important things on cybertron in just a few weeks he's like. Really Really knowledgable on this stuff he could make a huge living doing this. Nobody questions that like they questioned Sari on it though not even Ratchet?

Ratchet got angry they used omega supreme as a weapon bc the elite guard made him at an intellect too low to be able to think abt the actions he carried out. Almost like Ratchet was angry they were sending someone immature or young to war? I guess he only care abt it when its a huge mech tho bc he doesnt care abt Bee or Bulkhead being child soldiers so his character gets absolutely destroyed. He's willing to defy the government to save oil slick but not for literal children going to war?

edit: OH ANOTHER THING, Optimus at some point suggests that in a last stitch effort they could try to use Sari as a weapon. Ratchet strikes this down HARD. Once again Ratchet is totally against but also okay with child soldiers? And Optimus only cares abt children when they're organic n tiny ig-

Wasp is a child who went to jail and Ironhide got into the military, theres no questioning of this either. maybe the production crew just really hates children like they hate beachcomber.

SO no matter how u look at it, if bee was a child. Tfa would be a much different show. It would make the crew look AWFUL if this was the case and once again I have not seen any evidence for this that is actually well... Evidence? Meanwhile I've got even more points to make if u wanna fire at me buddy. I'll go at this all day.

[faelicy]

Miss Faelicy I would love to get your opinion on Bingqiu.

I see people posting things like how they are "problematic" and how they don't really love each other and SQQ only feels sympathy etc. Obviously there were struggles between them as there should be (considering all that happened) and just because sqq wasn't very open and super obvious about his feelings doesn't mean they are not there..this is how I interpreted it. I would love to know your opinion

Hello! This also covers part 2 of the previous ask.

First, massive spoilers for the end of the novel. Second, a disclaimer: I despise shipwars, which I think are behind most of those comments. I hate them because it's usually all in bad faith: everyone's already committed to their interpretation of the ships, and any discussion is just a guise for justifying their preferences.

So to any readers: I don't want anything here to be used as shipwar fuel. This post is about Bingqiu's canon arc and themes. Basically, I don't know or care if Bingqiu is a good ship, but I do think it's a well-written one.

I'll start by saying directly: for most of the novel, Bingqiu is neither healthy nor romantic. And that this is not bad writing, but on purpose.

A relationship that drives one party to mental breakdown isn't healthy. A relationship where that party says it's okay to hurt or kill them can't possibly be healthy. That happened because there was something deeply wrong with their relationship, something that can't be reduced to Xin Mo, miscommunication, or LBH throwing a tropey yandere fit.

And out of all three MXTX novels, only SV lacks a love confession from the MC to the ML. Again, I don't think it's an oversight, or just because SQQ's face is too thin. There are plenty of ways MXTX could have worked a subtle one in if she really wanted to.

In my opinion, Bingqiu's narrative can be split up into four arcs: Qing Jing Peak (ch 1-27), Jin Lan City (28-43), Post-revival (29-55), and Reconciliation (56-81). Other than the first arc, where their relationship is pretty straightforward, Bingqiu spend most of the rest in direct conflict.

I'll give an overview of the arcs here, but what I truly want to say about Bingqiu starts in arc 4, so if you're impatient you can scroll down. But the overview might help add context.

Jin Lan City arc is about LBH's anger at being brutally betrayed by the one person he thought he could trust. Here he tries to force answers out of SQQ, who he believes both hates him and is a hypocrite. He's driven by a desire to return to the past, but his rage and love makes his actions contradictory: on one hand he tries to win SQQ's approval constructively, by climbing to the top of Huan Hua Palace and performing good deeds, on the other hand his belief that SQQ doesn't care about him so it's all futile anyway (reinforced by SQQ's own actions) causes him to lash out destructively, going as far as to hurt and imprison SQQ.

LBH's bitterness is portrayed very negatively, because all it does is instill despair into SQQ, until SQQ ends up believing that he's only been a blight on LBH's life, and that he must make up for it by killing himself. Whereupon LBH breaks down, regressing into a childlike state. Some might ask, why does LBH never bring up the Abyss again afterwards? It's because he gives up here. This entire arc is about getting LBH to let go of past wrongs and to stop seeking answers, whether the reader believes it's fair to him or not. Because SQQ's life is more important.

Post-revival arc then is about SQQ trying to come to terms with a blackened LBH who also loves him. Interestingly, despite SQQ's horror at realizing LBH was romantically interested in him all along, SQQ actually has a very subtle but telling secondary reaction. To explain, let's back up to the first arc.

Starting around ch 9, probably as a sign of his growing affection, SQQ begins addressing LBH as 这孩子, or "this child," in his internal monologue, instead of LBH's name. He does it once each in ch 9, 12, 17, 21, 25. However, once Jin Lan City arc starts, SQQ drops the address entirely. LBH and "child" are never brought up together except for one snarky comment on LBH's tantrum being disgracefully childish in ch 38.

At first glance this doesn't look noteworthy because LBH by this point is no longer a kid. But when LBH kisses him in ch 49, SQQ changes again: right away he returns to using "child" on LBH, and the "this child" address starts popping up at a much higher frequency. By the end of SV SQQ has referred to LBH as a child in some manner at least 35 times (yes I went and counted), with the vast majority after ch 49, and he continues to do so right into the last extra.

Why was SQQ unwilling to use this address of affection for over 20 chapters? Perhaps because he too thought LBH hated him, and couldn't bear to think about him so intimately knowing that. So SQQ immediately falling back into it the moment he learns LBH loves him is a sign of his relief. He's still dismayed at the romantic part, but though SQQ likes to deflect from his real emotions (this is the guy who focused on bad naming sense after being fatally poisoned, who cavalierly commented only after it was all over that he'd expected to die), the fact that LBH loves and doesn't hate him, means a lot.

Here SQQ's feelings towards LBH are at their most complicated. He still assumes the worst of him like in Jin Lan City, but now because of the above, also sees a lonely child whenever LBH is unhappy and lost. It's like he has two filters actively interfering with each other, "crazed criminal" and "pitiful child," and so he flip-flops between pushing LBH away and comforting him. But when LBH drags CQMS into it, and even seemingly takes advantage of SQQ's love for him, SQQ's negative image and frustration with him only grows, until he finally snaps and tells LBH to never come near him again.

At this point SQQ still believes that LBH is the same black-hearted, invincible, devil incarnate that og!LBH was portrayed to be. The Reconciliation arc starts by chipping away at this filter that's been plaguing SQQ for so long. First the revelation that TLJ/ZZL was behind the sowers, thus clearing LBH's name at Jin Lan City. Then we see how unloved he is by his own father; we see him injured and helpless and unconscious. Meng Mo yells at SQQ, reinforcing that image of a vulnerable, terrified child. So by ch 62 SQQ has thrown away the "crazed criminal" filter completely, and in that same chapter they cling to each other and finally make up. Because while it's true that the current LBH is misanthropic, antisocial, and mercurial, SQQ has also finally accepted that he's still the same LBH he'd raised and doted on, back on Qing Jing Peak.

Now I'm going to talk about what I see as the most important part of Bingqiu. Yes, despite the wall of text already.

A common sentiment of Bingqiu shippers about their issues seems to be, "SQQ is dumb and oblivious; he can't figure out what LBH needs even though he loves him because he sees LBH as a novel character," but I think the problem is far more complicated and insidious than that. If that was everything, why give SQQ the epiphany that he misunderstood LBH so early? Why have him think in ch 66 that "truthfully, he'd never really trusted Luo Binghe, and that's why he kept accidentally hurting him?" If he's already realized that he shouldn't treat LBH like og!LBH (he even meets og!LBH in ch 71 to rub it in further), why do we go another 13 chapters believing their relationship is good and well, even giving us a sweet, happy moment in ch 75, only to show LBH having the worst breakdown of the novel just 4 chapters later? Was it all just padding to demonstrate the danger of Xin Mo?

Or is there something else beneath the surface?

In ch 66, the same chapter where SQQ implies he doesn't want to accidentally hurt LBH anymore, he says something telling. When LQG is skeptical that LBH can be trusted, SQQ thinks, 家里孩子不懂事，大人不容易做, or "when your child doesn't know any better, as the adult you don't have it easy." The child here of course refers to LBH, and the adult is SQQ, who's complaining about smoothing over LBH's messes. But what is SQQ implying here?

Doesn't know any better? That's what you say about a toddler who can't think for themselves, not a grown man. LBH is 25 and SQQ thinks he doesn't know better. Doesn't know better about what? LBH's wants, his needs? His feelings? Or even what's good for him?

And then you realize that's exactly how SQQ's always treated him, like a helpless child who can't make his own choices.

It's SQQ who chooses to throw LBH down into the Abyss without trying to talk to him. It's SQQ who decides that keeping silent is the best choice. It's SQQ who believes self-destructing in front of LBH will help, who thinks that breaking off their relationship is for the better. And it's SQQ who scolds LBH into tolerating CQMS, even though they hate each other and CQMS is hostile towards him. Who forces him to leave first at Zhao Hua Temple despite LBH's pleas otherwise, who shoos him out the window when CQMS walks in on them.

Every single one of these decisions, SQQ made believing it was for the best (repair LBH's relationship with his family, help him avoid arrest, not wanting to make excuses, wanting LBH to be free of his hatred), and every single one of them only damaged LBH further. Because SQQ's never listened to him, even once. Never consulted him or considered his feelings.

(And LBH did try to bring up his feelings on one of the matters in ch 75. He insinuates to SQQ that he doesn't like LQG calling him "little beast" or "ingrate." And SQQ's response is to dismiss them entirely, saying that LQG's "not wrong.")

SQQ has always loved LBH, but he's never once respected LBH's agency or personhood. Because LBH doesn't know better and SQQ does, so SQQ must make all his decisions for him.

And this, amplified by Xin Mo, is what finally drives LBH mad in ch 79.

To LBH, the important part isn't whether SQQ loves him, which I think he knew after ch 43 (it's why he can be so daring and pushy with SQQ's boundaries). What's important is that the moment SQQ believes abandoning LBH is justified for whatever reason again, SQQ absolutely will.

Ch 80's two-way noncon (since LBH was basically unconscious and couldn't consent) tends to draw most of the attention, but I actually think that what happens afterwards is one of the most important scenes for Bingqiu. There SQQ tries to sacrifice himself a second time for LBH, drawing Xin Mo's demonic qi into his body. Yet the novel claims that SQQ's actions here are completely different than in ch 43. SQQ himself says that this time he's doing it for LBH, while last time he was doing it for himself. But can the reader see a functional difference?

There is one, in fact: it's SQQ's response to LBH's choice afterwards. LBH decides to follow SQQ in death, even though this would void the point of SQQ's sacrifice. But instead of insisting otherwise, SQQ just accepts it. Because he finally understands that whether LBH's life is worth living, whether LBH will be better off, is for LBH and only LBH to decide.

It's the first time he respects LBH's agency. And this is the only reason why he and LBH can finally begin building a healthy relationship on the mess they've had up to now.

So that's what I see as the true beauty behind Bingqiu. It's about communication and mistaken assumptions, yes, but it's also about the nature of love between parent and child. The romantic developments were left to the extras, I believe, because this was the main story MXTX wanted to tell with them. Their relationship as lovers only starts afterwards, hence why SV ends with, "the story between you and I, has only just begun." It was never meant to be a whirlwind romance where they fall in love cleanly. It might not to be to everyone's tastes, but an incredible amount of thought was put into the narrative, and that's what amazed me when I first finished this novel.

(This post went on way too long and I ended up cutting off a huge chunk of tangential stuff and how SQQ came to his realization in ch 79: he didn't do it alone. It took him seeing the LBH in TLJ and the himself in YQY for him to understand. In fact, YQY and og!SQQ's relationship has a similar parent-and-child dynamic. I've touched on it before on twitter; if there's interest I might try writing that up here too.)