#still keeping my fingers crossed that the fandom will be normal

[mzannthropy]

Oh gods, I just realised. So, the heretic that I am, I hate three of Sam Claflin's most popular ships (the only popular one that I like is Finnick x Annie) and I'm afraid that list will soon have another addition...

Other than those, I like every single one of his romances. (That I've seen, I still haven't completed his filmography.)

[sleepingdeath-light]

having a gomez and morticia-esque dynamic with his fem overlord s/o hcs ; alastor

requested by ; anonymous (15/02/24)

fandom(s) ; hazbin hotel

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; alastor

outline ; “So good to have you back!

Can I request Alastair with an fem Overlord! Reader? Like they have a relationship similar to Morticia and Gomez Addams, especially when Mortica says “Don’t torture yourself Gomez, that’s my job.” Reader is just elegant and classy in a sense with her man 👀”

note ; there are some potentially (very mildly) ooc bits here and there for the sake of filling the prompt, but otherwise this is exactly what the outline requested as best as i could write it lol ^^

warning(s) ; references to canon-typical levels of violence, but mostly fluff!

the two of you are, to put it bluntly, a match made in hell — which is rather fitting as your first meeting occurred in hell itself shortly after alastor’s reign of terror as ‘the radio demon’ had first began

very few people are aware that the two of you are in a relationship, or that you know each other at all, and that’s simply because neither of you see the point in broadcasting your attachments and personal lives to the entirety of hell — your husband may be an egotistical radio broadcaster with a kill count that most sinners can only dream of achieving, but he preferred to keep his private life private and your marriage was just one of those things

(of course rosie is keenly aware of the two of you and teases alastor relentlessly, and lovingly, for how utterly in love with you he is — but he lets it slide because he knows she means well and wouldn’t dream of causing you harm)

but when you’re together it’s plainly obvious, even to those who don’t know you well at all, that the two of you are deeply obsessed with each other — that’s mainly down to your unusual, and yet somehow not at all surprising for the two of you, displays of affection which most would find deeply off putting

of course your alastor is a gentleman and can appreciate the more traditional romantic displays — he never fails to greet you with a kiss on the back of your hand and a bouquet of the finest flora hell has to offer, and he’s always ready to offer you his jacket if you complain about the weather — but it doesn’t just stop at those more ‘normal’ acts (something that you come to be more and more grateful for as your relationship progresses from courting to dating to something resembling marriage without all of the formal paperwork)

there are displays of affection that are more reliant on his more cannibalistic side, for one: diligently licking any and all of your wounds clean whilst earnestly complimenting the rich flavour of your blood (after dealing with whichever poor soul decided to go after you in the first place), talking cheerily about all of the ways he’d prepare your flesh if ever you let him (and listening with rapt attention as you discussed your own plans for any errant limbs or slabs of flesh that he may lose in battle), making sure to get to rosie’s cafè as early as possible to ensure that you only get the best of your favourite baked treats, and staring hungrily down at you as you gingerly wipe the blood from his lips and cheeks with your fingers and lick them clean in a way that most anyone else would find disturbing

there are shows of love that lean more into your mutual sadistic tendencies: kissing sweetly whilst the blood of your victims is still fresh on your skin and clothes, slow dancing to whatever song he’s broadcasting from his radio on top of the corpses of your slain targets, wistfully admiring each other as you rage and show your full demonic forms to anyone who dared to cross you (a precursor for plenty of compliments and private affection later on, i’m sure), and you stepping forward and coaxing him out of a violent episode by insisting that he should torture you instead with that sweet tone of voice that you know he can’t say ‘no’ to

there are acts that are a mixture of the three — such as you calling each other the sweetest pet names in a mixture of your spoken languages (‘love’, ‘cher’, ‘dearest’, etc.) before going on to say something truly monstrous that would have everyone else in earshot staring with a mixture of horror and disgust, or him taking you out to get your tailored clothes repaired since he so loves taking care of you after a spat with another (now likely very dead) overlord left your clothes torn in places and stained with all sorts of viscera

and, of course, amongst all of that you can guarantee that alastor is being nothing short of encouraging, adoring, and protective over you (read: quick to threaten anyone who intends to cause you harm into silence and slaughtering anyone who refuses to comply with that warning) and your honour as you go about your life as an overlord alongside him — he knows you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself, but he was raised to be a gentleman and he’s certainly not going to stop being one just because he happened to go to hell

truly, it’s like the two of you were made for each other

[crepes-suzette-373]

[Ch 1119 spoiler] Sanji can activate his exoskeleton at will?? So it wasn't him flipping unconsciously, he was doing it on purpose???

Or, if it's not at will, at the very least he's fully aware that it's activated.

WHAT!?!?!??!!?

This is really important!! If he can be self-aware when the exoskeleton was activated or he can turn it on and off at will, then he knows this is happening when he said "Power of Love". He might just be sarcastic, but he still knows full well that what he is calling "Power of Love" is the Germa mods.

See below how one moment the brow is normal and the next he can just casually do Ifrit Jambe (brow flipped, of course):

I know I probably shouldn't assume too much with very minimal info, but... there doesn't seem to be any alternative explanation at this point?

If Sanji doesn't mind calling the exoskeleton mods "Power of Love", then it's not impossible for the mods to be "redeemed" into just a force of good later. All we need is to make sure there is to somehow remove the time bomb trigger of his emotions getting messed up.

For the longest time I've noted that Sora was only protesting about the boys' emotions being fiddled with (theory post here). She did not say she's not okay with them having powers.

TL;DR in my analysis I've come to the conclusion that the reason why Sanji's modifications also disappeared when Sora's medicine worked on him because all the modifications are in the lineage factor. Whatever is in that medicine, it affected the entire lineage factor and so it blocked both the emotion manipulation and also the physical manipulation. We just don't really know the why and how specifics yet.

Therefore, Sanji keeping the powers is not against Sora's intentions. Once again, as long as he doesn't lose his ability to empathise and be kind, the exoskeleton and superpowers are fine. It'd be exactly like the Kamen Rider parallel, where the Rider got his whole powers from the evil organisation that he was fighting. He was just using that ill-gotten powers for the sake of good.

In some of my older theory posts I mentioned since Vegapunk is out of commission, extracting or manipulating very very specific strands of the lineage factor might be doable using Law's fruit powers, since it can selectively extract out his disease. We'll see later...

I'm kind of cautiously hopeful/excited. When I made the solar eclipse theory with Germa being the moon and Sora being the sun, I'm not sure if the intention is that he needs to get rid of the eclipsing moon to "become the sun" (remove Germa mods entirely), or the moon can stay but needs to be "adjusted/realigned" so that it can function properly because moonlight is simply the sun's reflection after all (fixing the Germa mods so that the exoskeleton and heightened speed and strength can stay, but no longer has any impact on his "heart"/emotions).

My personal preference is the latter, but in the fandom people were hyping up the former. I've seen some theories saying that Sora's medicine gave Sanji superpowers that is not the Germa mods somehow, so I wasn't overly confident with my theory, but this new chapter indicates that the version that I like is not completely impossible or off base. Crossing fingers...

Also this gives me a liiiiiittle bit more hope that 124ji can be healed later too. Think about it, even a full lunar eclipse doesn't make the moon go entirely dark and disappear. It just makes it look red and weird. There's still light in there.

[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Day 10: The Sniffles

Fandom: ATEEZ

Sickie: Hongjoong (cold)

Caregiver(s): Seonghwa, Mingi, mostly

Word Count: 2,239

Notes: So this is the second Sicktember fic finished in the nick of time (literally stayed up to string all the pieces together an hour past my normal 'bedtime,' per say). This idea got away from me, and there will be more it coming post-Sicktember. This is just a "small" snippet, and, of course, fully of nonsense side plots. I also have learned that I have no idea what to do with San in these fics; he's the one member I have no figured out to at least a working degree, so we're gonna keep working on that. Really for all of the members... ramble over.

Sunday

Hongjoong woke up coughing. And not the kind of ‘clearing the throat from sleep’ cough, but rather the ‘hacking up gross shit’ cough. Lying down, he almost felt like he was choking. But even after vaulting into a sitting position, he immediately doubled over with the force of the cough, face buried in his hands. The sudden movement caused something to shift in his sinuses, and before he’d even gotten his breath back under control, he was thrown forward by a string of sneezes that left him feeling dazed and breathless. 

Hongjoong groaned. The nap had not helped. The universe had not been on his side. He was sick. He was sick and he had to be on camera in an hour. 

Well shit.

*

“Hongjoong-ah, we have you sitting in between Seonghwa and Mingi right there.” Their manager was smiling, but there was pity in his eyes. But he very casually slipped him a bottle of water, a blister pack of pills covertly tucked against his palm, so Hongjoong couldn’t stay mad at him. The captain nodded, mouthing a ‘thank you’ before moving into the room. A series of crafty items were spread around the table, and the members were so busy taking it all in no one had seen him yet. 

“How was the nap, hyung?” Mingi, who only knew the figure shuffling towards the table was Hongjoong because he’d heard their manager say his name, asked. Hongjoong noticed that San and Wooyoung were still missing. 

“Fine.” Five pairs of eyes snapped to him, and Hongjoong felt his body physically shrink into his hoodie. He fought the sudden urge to clear his throat. “What?”

“Hyung…” If he’d thought the manager’s pity was bad, it was ten times worse from Yunho’s pouted lips and wide eyes. 

“What?!” Hongjoong repeated. He felt his cheeks heating up from the scrutiny. “I’m fine.”

“Oh, sweetheart, that is so far from true.” Seonghwa had pushed out his chair and was moving around the table towards him. 

“Don’t!” Hongjoong held up a warning finger to his friend. Seonghwa, the disobedient little shit he was, did not stop moving until he had his hand pressed against Hongjoong’s cheek. The captain swatted his hand away, tried to step back out of his reach, but Seonghwa (whose reflexes weren’t compromised by a cold) was faster, catching Hongjoong’s wrist and feeling his forehead this time. 

“You’re warm, but not fever warm,” the eldest muttered, lips quirked to the side. 

“See? The nap worked…”

“But you look and sound so much worse,” Seonghwa finished, settling back in his heels, arms crossed over his chest. Hongjoong glared at him. Which lasted all of two seconds before a cough bubbled up in his throat. Elbow thrust against his mouth, he turned his back on his members, as if that could hide his very obvious illness. 

“Hyung, you can always go back to bed,” Yeosang offered. There was that pity again. Fuck. “ATINYs will understand if you sit this one out.”

“Seriously, Joong-hyung. You look rough,” Jongjo replied. His voice was so much softer than usual. “Like, rough enough that ATINYs are going to notice and worry about you. Not to mention we’ll be worrying about you.”

“And, if your own wellbeing and ATINY’s worries aren’t enough to convince you, the rest of us would very much like to not have whatever you’re having right now,” Yunho added, his tone teasing, but the sentiment clear. 

Hongjoong sighed, pushing the heels of his hands against his eyes. It was too much. All of this: the managers worrying about him, his dongsaengs worrying about him, ATINYs worrying about him… This was why he couldn’t be sick. Ever. Ever ever. This was so stupid! He felt a hand on his shoulder, but shrugged it off. 

“Joong…” This time, both of Seonghwa’s hands grasped his shoulders. Hongjoong dropped his hands away from his face, fixing Seonghwa with a frustrated glare. Seonghwa’s face was a mix of concern and patience. “Are you overwhelmed?” The captain blinked. He hadn’t expected that question. But… He nodded. “How are you feeling? Tell me honestly.”

“I feel okay. I’m just stuffed up is all.” His statement was punctuated by a congested sniffle. “But I got meds, so I’ll be fine.” He shook the blister pack for good measure.  

Seonghwa arched one eyebrow at him. “You’re sure?” 

Hongjoong nodded. “It’s just a bad case of the sniffles.” 

Seonghwa turned to face the other members, a silent conversation happening between them all. Hongjoong hated being the subject of said conversation, wanted to shrink back into his hoodie again. “If you’re sure, then, let’s get ready to go.” Seonghwa returned to his seat, gesturing for Hongjoong to follow. The captain nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he moved to his own chair. As he sat down, he felt Mingi’s hand against his lower back, warm fingers rubbing against sore muscles. Hongjoong smiled, nodded towards his fellow rapper. Maybe this wasn’t going to be as bad as he thought. 

*

Hongjoong was, once again, wrong. The universe had truly decided to fuck with him today. Despite popping the pills from the manager ten minutes before the live started, Hongjoong had yet, at fifty minutes in, to feel any positive changes in his condition. In fact, he felt worse than before. Extra lights had been turned on to brighten up scene, and the additional heat from the lights had immediately made him uncomfortable. Hongjoong may not have been running a fever, but something about the additional light was unsettling him. His skin felt too close against his body, his limbs felt all shuddery, his head was starting to beat with a consistent, almost rhythmic pain. He spent most of the live silently puttering around with the art supplies immediately in front of him, barely listening to his members’ chatter. 

And none of that compared to the absolute mortification his respiratory system was causing him. It was almost as if his body had decided to completely betray him the minute the camera turned on. He had, of course, started the live with their team chant, which had been fine. But, as he attempted to explain their activity for the day, his voice had caught in his throat, prompting a cough that lasted a second too long. Yunho had covered him that time with a joke about how their time with ATINYs had just started and wouldn’t be over for a while, so there was no reason to be getting choked up yet. Hongjoong would have to thank him for that later. He would also have to thank Seonghwa for picking up his explanation for the activity for him. And Mingi for pushing his water bottle into his hand. 

Really, he’d just have to thank his whole team for putting up with him today period. Cause if he wasn’t absentmindedly doodling on the paper before him, completely checked out, he was trying his damnedest not to draw attention to himself, which was increasingly hard given how often his body decided to be disruptive. What had been a sore throat and stuffy nose had become a near constant urge to cough and sneezing every few minutes. At first it was easy to stifle it all into the collar or sleeve of his hoodie, but as time wore on, the more tired he became, and the harder it was to control his own body. 

“Hongjoong-ah, what are you drawing?” San called, attempting to lean around Yeosang, Wooyong, Jongho, and Seonghwa to see. The captain had been too quiet, and San wanted to make sure he didn’t completely slip away. 

Hongjoong met San’s eyes then stared down at his paper, also wondering what he was drawing. He opened his mouth to respond, but immediately held up a finger to pause as he was cut off by an abrupt sneeze that he barely caught in his wrist.

“Whoa! Bless you!” San exclaimed, slightly taken aback. From the other side of the table, he’d been the least aware of his hyung’s condition. “You good?”

“Uh-huh…Huh-ET’huh! ET’Chuh!” This time he had more warning to turn away from his members, from the camera, hands covering his face. He felt a hand on his back (Mingi, probably) rubbing between his shoulder blades. Another hand pulling at his arm (gentle but firm, definitely Seonghwa), moving one hand from his face to pass him a travel pack of tissues that he gratefully accepted. 

“Hyung, are you good?” Wooyoung exclaimed, pointing to the iPad screen in front of him. “ATINYs are worries that you’re sneezing so much.” 

“No, he is not ‘good.’” Seonghwa jerked his thumb accusingly at Hongjoong despite his focus on the picture he was coloring. “He’s got a cold.”

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me.” Hongjoong smiled brightly at the camera, so brightly that for a moment he almost didn’t look like he was on the verge of collapse. “Just the sniffles is all.”

“I can literally hear you breathing,” Mingi said. The captain shoot him an unamused glare, trying very hard not to smile at the way that Mingi shrunk down, giggling like a child who knew he’d be getting away with something. 

“Hyung, I’m never gonna forgive you if you get me sick,” Yunho joked. 

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “For the last time, none of you are gonna get sick…”

His statement was immediately followed by Seonghwa turning away from the table, catching two delicate sneezes into his sleeve. Hongjoong glared as the eldest broke into the brightest fit of giggles. Yunho, San, and Mingi all OOoooOOOO-ing loudly, pointing at him, did nothing to lift his mood.

“Hyung, I think your sniffles are contagious,” Wooyoung commented, to several chuckles from around the table. 

“No, no, it was the markers…”

But Seonghwa’s dramatic pointing at the pack of scented markers he and Jongho had just opened was cut off by an overly dramatic fake sneeze from Mingi that caused Yunho to nearly fall out his chair laughing. 

“Oh no, it’s the sniffles, they’re contagious!” Mingi chuckled. 

Hongjoong pouted. “Be nice to meeeee!” he whined, leaning his head heavily against the table, earning even more laughs. “I’m siiiiick!” 

“We kid, we kid.” Mingi patted his back. 

“I’m sorry, that timing was not good,” Seonghwa laughed, also rubbing a hand against the nape of Hongjoong’s neck. 

“I would argue it was perfect,” Jongho replied. 

“I think they smell good,” Yeosang spoke up, intently focused on his drawings. 

“I’m not arguing that point. They’re just strong,” Seonghwa replied, once again cut off, this time by San yelling at Wooyoung, who had quietly been adding purple dots to his craft. 

“AhhHHHH!!! You’re ruining it!” San exclaimed, standing up in a rush of emotion as Wooyoung cackled.

“I just wanted to see how long it would take you to notice!” 

“Aaaaaaand, we have run out of time. And just in time, cause I think we are all losing it a little bit,” Jongho announced formally to the camera. “Thanks for tuning in to another episode of unhinged chaos.”

The rest of the members said their goodbyes, the red light on the camera finally went dark. Hongjoong had only just lifted his head from the table to wave goodbye to ATINY before letting it fall back against his arms. Seonghwa’s fingers were still massaging his neck. That was maybe the only part of his body that felt good right now. 

“How’d those meds work out for you?” the eldest asked. His tone was light, but Hongjoong (and everyone else) could hear the edge to it. 

“They did not.” 

“What happened to ‘it’s just the sniffles?’”

“Well, that’s not really a lie, is it?” He coughed roughly into his fist. “It’s just… slightly more than that.” Mingi pouted, carding his fingers through his captain’s hair. 

“I’m sorry you don’t feel good, hyung,” he said gently. 

“Hey, not to change the mood, but I would like it to be known that Yeosang and I carried this live on our backs,” Wooyoung interjected, raising his hand like a child in school. “While the rest of you messed around, we made art.” Yeosang held up a picture of the eight of them as stick figures against an elaborate, colorful background. “Okay, maybe not this art specifically, but…”

“What’s wrong with this one?”

“I didn’t mean…”

“I want to frame this one.”

“No one said you can’t…”

“What if I want it to hang in your dorm?”

Jongho scoffed. “Oh please, hyung, you know those colors don’t match the aesthetic of our dorm.”

Yeosang’s glare was sharp. “Stay out of this.” 

Jongho held up his hands in surrender, a smile breaking on his lips at his own joke. Hongjoong chuckled in spite of himself, glad for the momentary distraction. But the laugh only made him cough again. Damn, he was already so over of this. 

“Alright. Live’s over. Let’s get you back to bed.” Seonghwa clapped his hands, summoning them all to movement. “And the rest of you, I suppose I can’t force you to go to bed, but…”

“You can try…”

“BUT, I can ask you to be respectful of your ailing captain who needs you to be quiet about whatever you choose to do with yourselves,” Seonghwa finished, talking over Wooyoung as he guided Hongjoong by the shoulders towards the stairs. Hongjoong let himself be maneuvered around, too tired to fight it at this point.

[billkaulitz-grrrl]

You Make My World Stop Turning -Bill Kaulitz x Reader

Hello everyone! This is my first Tokio Hotel fic and I really hope you like it! I’m new to the fandom so sorry if there are any inaccuracies ahead of time.

Synopsis: You’re the daughter of Tokio Hotel’s manager and recently you’ve become rather close to a certain singer…

MATURE!!!

His hands, god his hands could send me into a coma just by looking at them. I sat, tapping my pen on the clipboard that was handed to me by my father (their manager) as the four band members began warming up for their latest show in a few hours.

        I closed my eyes and tried not to fixate on Bill's hands. He held the microphone with such little care, it looked like the device could tumble out of his hand any second but somehow he manages to balance it well enough to keep it off the floor. God he's so annoyingly flawless that it makes my blood boil on occasion.

Bill and I have always just been good friends. I wouldn't say he's my best friend by any means but we always acknowledge each other and chat for awhile when I accompany my dad to their functions. Last night was different though, last night felt different. Or maybe it just felt different to me, with his millions of fan girls I doubt he'd look for a second at the girl he's known since we were 12.

I didn't even intend on hanging out with Bill alone last night but he caught me outside of the hotel smoking a cigarette in the middle of the night. We ended up sitting and talking for a long time. It was nicer than I would've expected. A small part of me dreaded this tour that took up the rest of my beautifully laid out summer. I had all these plans with friends before my mother decided to tell me I was going to Germany to stay with my father during the summer so she could move to Australia for this temp job at the company she's dedicated her entire life to. My german isn't even that good.

I sighed and stood up to go to the bathroom when their first set of the day was over. I crossed backstage to the nicer bathrooms that normal people don't have access to. That is the nice part of being the daughter of a popular band's manager, the bathrooms I go into actually have toilet paper and sometimes even paper towels.

Right before I got to the bathroom I felt a hand grab my shoulder. It was Bill of all people. "Going to smoke up the bathroom?" He asked, a sly grin on his face. I fake a laugh and shake my head. "Dad would kick my ass if he knew I was putting your lungs in danger." I sighed. He looked around and leaned in a bit, "Wanna hangout again tonight?" He asked. I was surprised and he must've notice this because he followed up with, "If you don't want to that's fine, I just can't sleep after shows and your company last night was very soothing."

Why was my heart rate accelerating? Since when did little Bill get so attractive? Fuck this isn't real, I still have to pee. "Aren't you and the guys going to be taking fans up to your room tonight? You don't have the time to spend with me." I tried to keep my cool but something inside me was cracking.

Bill laughed and shook his head. "I could probably get you something else to smoke too if you're into it." He said, putting his fingers to his lips in the motion of smoking a joint. I raised my eyebrows and nodded vigorously. "Same spot?" I asked, thinking of the secluded little area behind the bushes that I located yesterday. He nodded and smiled that deadly smile at me again. I turned to finally use the bathroom with a new giddy feeling in my stomach.

—————

I huddled down into my little corner to

wait for Bill. We had never really settled on a time so I've been waiting for a few minutes. I truly hope he keeps his word and comes out here with me or else I would make quite the fool of myself waiting for him. I reached into my pocket and felt around for my cigs and my lighter. I lit it up and exhaled the smoke with a deep sigh. I heard a few footsteps to my left and I exited my book in order to take a peak at who or what was there. To my relief it was Bill, makeup off and hair wet from a shower.

"Hey there." I grinned, he sat besides me and returned my smile. "Hey, did you like the show?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. "Loved it as much as I've loved the rest of them." I said, offering him a drag from my cigarette. Without taking it from my hand he lightly held my wrist so I could hold it for him while he smoked off of it. A blush came to my cheeks at his dainty touch. I was forever grateful that it was dark enough to hide the red on my cheeks.

"That's good to know." He said, now fumbling in his pockets. He whipped out a joint that looked like it was rolled professionally. "Tom gave me one for tonight but normally he's pretty stingy about his weed." Bill said, asking for my lighter by holding out a hand. I placed it into his finely manicured hand and waited for him to light the joint between his fingers.

His hands caught my eye for the second time today. I heard my heartbeat in my ears watching him inhale the smoke. When offering me the joint, I leaned in the same way he did when hitting my cigarette and I hit it from his hand. Exhaling, I coughed a bit and curled up a little more to be comfortable.

"Did you get a good enough view tonight?" Is he making small talk??

"I did actually, sometime maybe I'll make it down right in front of the stage to watch you up close." I stated thinking about the hordes of fan girls that they had accumulated. "You want to watch me up close?" He smirked at me. I turned away to cover my face. "You're awfully bold if that's what you assume." I muttered, snatching the joint and hitting it myself this time.

"I mean I saw you watching me during practice, so I'd only assume that's how you watch me perform." He leaned a bit closer, our shoulders now touching. "What?" Was the only reply I could muster.

I smoked again, finally feeling the weed in my head. "I said-" He began before I cut him off with, "I heard what you said."

He exhaled with a laugh and took the joint from me. "I watch you sometimes too." He looked at me when he said that and it felt like the world had stopped turning.

"Why?" I asked, feeling like a complete idiot. "Because I think you're pretty." He said bluntly.

Silence fell between the two of us. I felt foggy enough to move in closer to him. He looked me in the eyes before suddenly he closed the space between us by connecting his lips to mine. I jumped at the opportunity and dropped my cigarette before placing my hands on the side of his face.

The moment became heated quickly as his hand made its way to my waist. I clamored onto him like it was the last thing I'd ever do. I sat in his lap and the kiss deepened. His hands moved up and down my sides as I began swirling my hips on top of his.

        He leaned his head back and groaned slightly at the contact. I leaned in once more to kiss him and I snaked my hands through his long dark hair. I felt completely primal in this moment, the only people in the world right now were us. I didn't even know how I felt about him until this moment, but apparently a secret part of me has been craving this since I had first met him.

        "Y/N..." He muttered, putting his hand on the back of my head and tugging my hair slightly back. "We should go upstairs, do you have your own room?" He asked. "Yeah, my dad is next door though." I said, capturing him in a deep kiss again. After a few more moments he pulled back again and slowly shifted me off of him so he could stand up. He offered me his hand and I took it, leading him towards the elevator to my bedroom.

        We stood awkwardly next to each other while waiting for the elevator to arrive. Neither of us wanted to spoil the moment by talking but we knew that at any moment someone could snap a photo of us holding hands that would send Bill's fan girls into an angry spiral.

        Once we heard the ding of the elevator we hurried inside, praying that we weren't seen.

        The second the elevator door closed he was on me in a flash. His hands began to roam across my body as his lips met my neck. I gasped at his abruptness and instinctively backed up against the wall. He pinned me against it quickly and continued his assault on my neck.

        I felt the elevator halt and instantly pushed him off of me and began to straighten my hair. He obviously felt rather proud of himself by the smug smile on his face as we walked out. I led him down the hall to my room and checked both ways for any paparazzi before opening the room and welcoming him inside.

        Instantly I shoved his jacket from his shoulders and onto the ground. "So hasty?" He asked, holding his arms out. "Please stop talking." I mumbled, looking away and feeling flustered towards what I should do next.

        "Are you nervous?" He asked, genuine hints of concern laced his voice. "Maybe I am, I don't want to stop though.." I replied, moving towards him again. He flashed me a smile and pressed our bodies together again. I gripped his hair and a deep groan came from his throat. Our hips came into contact with each other again and I felt his hard on through his jeans.

        I exhaled and took a step back, slowly taking off my sweatshirt, then my t-shirt. His pupils dilated at the sight of me standing there waiting for him, it was like a switch flipped in his brain as he collided with me once more, pushing me down onto my bed. I laid on my back and looked up at him as he began to undo his belt. I knocked his hands out of the way and took his belt off myself.

        "Y/N, can I show you a good time?" He asked, like we hadn't already been making out and groping each other for the past 10 minutes. "Please do, I need you Bill." I mumbled. That was all he needed to quickly yank down my sweatpants and clamber on his knees into the floor.

        "W-What are you doing?" I asked, sitting myself up on my elbows. "Can I? Make you feel good?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Yes Bill, of course.." "Then just trust me." He said, yanking my legs to the end of the bed and putting his face between my thighs.

        I gasped as his tongue made contact with my clit through my underwear. My right hand flying to grab his hair and my left hand gripped the bedsheets besides me. "Bill, please." I whined desperately. His lean fingers looped under my underwear and he pulled them down my legs. Next thing I knew he dove into me like it was the last thing he'd ever do.

        It took everything in me not to scream his name at the top of my lungs. His tongue lapped at my clit while his fingers made their way inside of me over and over again. Whenever my legs clamped around his head, he used both arms to push them apart so he could continue to finger fuck me to the best of his ability.

        I moaned his name which only caused him to speed up. His dark eyes met mine and I felt a knot begin to form in my stomach. "Please don't stop Bill, please I need this!" I whined loudly. He stopped what he was doing to ask, "Please can you repeat that?" I felt incredibly pissed off that he had stopped so of course I obliged. "Bill, please fuck me, I need it so badly." I sat up and grabbed his hair, pushing him down between my legs once more.

         He didn't seem to mind since his pace only increased. Never once has a man treated me this good.

His fingers suddenly stalled inside of me and he looked up at me again. “Can I fuck you?” He asked, lust lacing his eyes. “Please.” I smiled back at him. I scooted back on the bed as he got undressed. I looked away, because I was unsure as to whether I should be looking at him right now. “Baby?” Does he mean me? “Y-Yes?” I asked. I felt his hand on my jaw as he turned me to look at him. “Look at me. Don’t be afraid.” He said.

I looked at him and fully absorbed the sight in front of me. Bill Kaulitz standing, wearing nothing but dark grey boxers. I felt myself blushing. He chuckled a bit before crawling on top of me and taking off my bra. “You look so beautiful Y/N.” He said, dipping down to kiss my neck.

I thanked him before allowing my hands to wander down his torso to the hem of his boxers. His lips halted on my neck as I began to push them down.

All of a sudden, there was an abrupt knock on my door.

“Fuck!” I whispered, shoving Bill off of me and onto the floor next to my bed. “Honey? It’s dad, let me in.” I heard my father’s voice from the other side of the door. “J-Just a second! I’m changing!” I shouted back.

“Bill, get under the bed.” I whispered. His eyes were about as wide as I could only assume mine were. I threw my sweatpants and t-shirt back on to open to door.

Next thing I knew my father was in my hotel room asking me if I’ve been keeping up with my summer homework on tour while I sat on top of the bed that a nearly naked Bill laid under.

[lordmartiya]

Second day, second chapter in this love story. You have no idea how much I laughed when I read this prompt, or while I was writing this...

Day 2: Fake Dating

The last two days had been terrible for Marinette. Her secrets had caused Luka to be Akumatized and then forced them to break up, and then, after Kagami too was Akumatized for other reasons, her friends had been Akumatized for trying to help her just that hard.

She thought she had found a way out of her maddening stress by admitting her secret to Alya, but she also had to explain that no, Lila wasn’t Ladybug’s best friend, the interview was a lie… And her friend was PISSED.

“Calm down!” Marinette told her, interrupting her tirade of what sounded like Antillean Creole cusswords (she didn’t want to know what the ones that didn’t derive from French meant, thank you very much). “You risk being Akumatized!”

Wait a minute, the head in the trap door-

“I’ll have you know, I don’t have such degenerate grooming habits.” Lila said as she entered. And of course the teen traveler from Rome knew another language’s swearwords…

“YOU!” Alya roared. Then paled and asked: “How much did you hear?!”

“I opened the SOUNDPROOFED trapdoor as you started cussing me. I take you found out something I’m not supposed to know before the bit about the prank interview?”

“Wait, prank?” Marinette asked.

“Well, what kind of idiot would lie on camera while showing crossed fingers and expect to be taken seriously?”

As Alya blushed mortified, Marinette guessed it could have been to have plausible deniability. But before she could decide to voice her guess or not, Lila continued.

“And in the end it turned out a prophecy of sort, after all on the same day Ladybug saved me and we became friends.”

“Sure you did.” Marinette replied. “You’re here for the measuring, right?”

“Originally, yes. Though I just found out we need to start fake dating.”

Wait, what?

“Wait, what?” Alya asked.

“Well, you heard that Adrien and Kagami-kun broke up, right?”

No, they hadn’t.

“THIS. This is reason number one.” Lila said as she took a picture of Marinette. A Marinette with a surprisingly hopeful look. “As anticipated you are rebounding, and that’s unhealthy under normal circumstances, let alone rebounding on your old stalking target.”

“I wasn’t stalking him!” Marinette protested.

Lila didn’t say anything, she just moved her arm to indicate the many pictures of Adrien still decorating the room.

“She has a point…” Alya admitted. The traitor.

“The second reason is that Gabriel Agreste thinks you’re a bad influence on his son, and he did so even before I tried to convince him of it.” Lila continued. “Better give him the impression you aren’t going to try and date Adrien before he does something extreme AGAIN.”

Wait, again? Did Gabriel Agreste tell Lila to have her expelled?! Was her modeling job payment for it? Wait, this may be paranoia, better ask later when Alya isn’t around to try and kill Lila and get Akumatized in the process.

“And finally, the big thing, the one I know for a fact will convince you: Adrien’s fan club, the darker part.” Lila said.

“I’m in.” Marinette replied.

“What? Why?!” Alya asked. Right, she didn’t know.

“Certain parts of Adrien’s fandom are insane, criminally so.” Lila explained. “And it’s well known that Kagami-kun, the two of us, and Bourgeouis are the closest girls to him, and while Bourgeouis has all their families by the balls and can get away with stunts like last Valentine’s Day and they learned not to mess with Kagami-kun after they tried to harass her the day after they went public, we don’t have the reputation to scare them off. But if they saw we’re dating, we should be safe. Especially my knuckles.”

Alya’s palm met her forehead. She knew how she felt at the absurdity of the situation, having to pretend dating her enemy to keep herself safe. She wondered how Adrien would take it.

“Wouldn’t be easier to have the Gorilla take care of them? He used to do this kind of stuff, before Father poached him from uncle Colt.” Adrien asked as soon as he got them alone after they went public with their fake dating.

“She’s the daughter of a diplomat, she can’t take this kind of solution.” Chloè pointed out. “Otherwise they’d have already hired someone.”

“Bold of you to assume we need to hire someone.” Lila replied.

What did Marinette get herself into?

[fanfic-scribbles]

Dinner Date Chapter 33

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Overall Story Facts:

Fandom: MCU Captain America/Avengers

Story Summary: Steve Rogers has a girlfriend. A prickly, generally asocial girlfriend, but they make it work. They have more in common than some people might think.

Quick Facts: Romance – Steve Rogers/Reader – Female Reader

Story Warnings: Reader-insert that verges on OFC, written in 1st person past tense

Chapter 33: The Homemaking Sort

Chapter Summary: It’s not too hard to make a house a home. As long as you don’t overthink it.

Chapter Word Count: 2095

A/N: I thought I was almost done with this days ago, but editing it took way too long. I wanna say next chapter will be easier but stuff actually happens in that one and I don’t wanna jinx myself so [fingers crossed]. For now, enjoy the fluff!

~

Steve’s job was bullshit sometimes, and over the past few weeks it had been back-to-back-to-back-to-back bullshit, where he would pop back home for a bit and then immediately pop back out. Sometimes this was expected, and sometimes he had been sitting on my couch for thirty minutes and we were just working into a really great session of ‘I haven't spent any quality time with you let’s see if we can get through the night completely attached at the mouth’ and making a truly great go of it when his fucking phone rang again.

Not that I was bitter or anything.

In any case, we were making do the best we could in a situation that Steve couldn’t talk about but which seemed to give him deeper creases on his face and a frown that wouldn’t go away.

And so, I was struck with a great idea.

Okay, maybe not a great idea, but it was a pretty good idea. Decent. Or maybe it was terrible. No, it probably wasn’t terrible because even if it all went wrong, I could still fix it at least–

In any case. I had an idea.

Said idea made me stop off at a grocery store right after work, but I had a very specific list for this trip, and the shop I picked was on the way to Steve’s apartment, so it worked as well as it could. The ‘potentially terrible’ part of the plan was the part where I had to cook, which was normally not recommended. Thankfully, though, this particular recipe was a fairly easy soup I had made several times before, so I knew it was good, easy, predictable time-wise, and, most importantly, me-proof.

As soon as I had the ingredients and a couple of loaves of really good bread from a nearby bakery, I scurried over to Steve’s apartment and…let myself in. With the key he had given me. It was more thrilling than I wanted to admit, and the feeling helped buoy me through the initial panic of not knowing where he would keep a stockpot, which turned into, ‘fuck, what if he doesn’t have one,’ but thankfully my Depression-era boy came through, and I was able to start making the soup without any further issue.

Once everything was chopped, poured, and cooking away on the stove, I checked the clock, but I still had plenty of time before he came home. I just had to let him know not to stop at my place.

Me: I’m rummaging through your sock drawer Steve: I keep the good pin-ups in with the tank tops

I…stopped what I was doing to go check. And found only disappointment.

Me: It’s not nice to lie to your girlfriend >:( Steve: Wait Steve: You’re serious? Me: Well I WAS lying about the sock drawer Me: But if you tell me there’s old-timey porn hanging out with your undershirts of course I’m going to go check Steve: That’s fair Steve: What are you doing in my apartment? Steve: Anything fun? ;)

I rolled my eyes. But I did file that thought away for another time.

Me: Nothing I’d call fun Me: Otherwise– it’s a surprise Steve: A surprise???

Oh shit, three question marks. He was excited.

Me: Lower your expectations Me: It’s nothing special Me: Expect an empty kitchen and me passed out on your couch snoring and covered in crumbs Steve: Still a better sight than I’d get otherwise :)

I smiled to myself and turned back to the stove, stirring with newfound determination. This was not going to suck.

I hoped.

~

I’d gotten a warning text when Steve got close, but my stomach still flipped when I heard the lock turn and the door crack open. I kept my attention on the stove even as I heard him walk in. He didn’t say anything though, and I swallowed my fear. “Hey,” I said and, despite having no idea how he was, one way or the other, I turned to face him. “Welcome home.”

He stared for a few seconds more, from the stove to me and back and forth again (which was maybe a little insulting) but then he smiled. And that smile grew and grew and kept getting bigger as he walked towards me, and part of me was embarrassedly thankful I didn’t have to see just how big it could get before he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in for a tight hug. He dropped his head next to mine and hunched so he could press his forehead to my shoulder. “This is the best homecoming ever,” he said emphatically.

I put my hand on the back of his neck. “The soup might suck. You haven't even tasted it yet.”

He huffed a laugh. “I don’t care.” He kissed the side of my neck and stood back up fully, looking just as happy as he looked exhausted (which was quite). “It’s going to be the best thing I’ve ever had.”

“You're a shit liar,” I reminded him.

“Exactly,” he said and kissed my nose.

I turned away and covered my face. “You fucking dork–”

He laughed and pulled gently at my hands. “Let me see that smile…”

“I’m not smiling; you’re embarrassing,” I said, but I was smiling as I playfully pushed him away. “Go change and then sit; I’ll bring everything over.”

But he didn’t leave, and the way he looked at me– and around– and back at me– made me pause. There was something sad in his expression. “Steve?”

He paused, but shook his head. “It’s stupid,” he said. “Can’t I help with anything?”

He sounded genuine about it, and he was weird like that, so I looked around and took stock of what I had going on. “Um…” I turned back to him. “Get changed and wash your hands and you can cut up the bread. I wanna make sure the soup doesn’t taste like gravel.”

He leaned over me and inhaled from the pot. He let out a little satisfied, “Mmm,” before pulling back. “Sure doesn’t smell like gravel.”

“Oh good, glad I hid the rocks and dirt well enough.” I made a shooing motion at him. “Scoot. Before I eat all the bread.”

It was enough to get him going, and he must have dressed in record time because it felt like less than a minute before I heard the bathroom sink running. In there, at least, he didn’t skimp on the time, and when he came back in, he was dressed in comfy clothes, and with his drooping eyes, he looked almost impossibly tired. I glanced at the soup. “You know, I sometimes make this when I don’t want to have to think about dinner for a week,” I said. “It keeps really well; maybe–”

“No,” he said and straightened up, stubborn as he was. He even blinked his eyes into opening more, which he then used to give me a devastatingly sad look. “I’m really hungry, and I really want to eat it fresh.”

“Okay, okay,” I said, a little taken aback by his effusiveness. “Then, how about you dish the bowls instead? I don’t know that I trust you with a knife right now.”

He went, got the serrated knife from the block, and silently went to work on one of the loaves. I did not miss the smug glance he shot at me. I rolled my eyes. “You are such a jerk,” I said, but I started dishing out the bowls. I made sure to get all I would need for my serving, knowing Steve would be up and down getting seconds and thirds and– well, if it wasn’t still hot, I would have been tempted to just bring the whole damn pot over for him.

“You love it,” he said.

“My taste is almost as deplorable as yours,” I said, not really paying attention as I put his maybe-too-full-bowl aside for when I could grab it with both hands. Which was good, because I almost jumped when he was so suddenly right next to me, grabbing my bowl out of my hands and setting it aside. I turned to look at him and– he was so serious. “Steve?”

He swallowed. “I’m sorry,” he said and slipped his arm around me. “I guess I’m just a little sensitive right now. Even when the mean things you say are about you.”

“Okay.” Not like we hadn’t had that discussion a time or two (or thousand) before, and I knew when to leave it. I turned to face him and put my arms up and clasped my hands behind his neck. “What’s wrong? Remember, it’s mean to lie to your girlfriend. Just putting that out there.”

He gave a brief chuckle and even briefer smile. But he didn’t look discontent as he pulled my hips in so that our bodies were pressed together. “Honestly? Right now, I feel really good,” he said, and kissed me. “It’s been a long week and coming home today just…especially feels like coming home, you know?” He then smiled a bit and teased, “Though I did wonder what alternate universe I walked into when I came in to see you cooking…”

I snorted. “Well, don’t get used to it. I’m not the wif–” shitshitshit, “–h-homemaking–” worst save ever, “–sort.” I swallowed hard and looked at his chest, unwilling to see his face in the moment. I didn’t know what had possessed me to say it like that. “But…you’ve been working especially hard, and soup is something even I can do.”

“You do a lot.” He tilted my chin up and kissed me and, thankfully, didn’t mention the weird-ass slip. “Thank you.” He pulled back. “I’ll finish the bread.”

“Don’t ruin it by cutting yourself,” I said as I started to take the drinks and napkins to the breakfast bar. “Any blood you get on the bread, you’ll be eating.”

“Thanks for that appetizing thought.”

“It’s incentive.”

He did manage to get through the loaves without spilling any blood, and the night passed like any other. Except for when he conked out and I had a mini-crisis about almost referring to myself as a ‘wife,’ even in the negative. Because I really, really wasn’t the wife-y type, and even now it wasn’t something I could ever imagine happening, so I wondered what had possessed me to (almost) say it.

Maybe it was weird. People always talked about partners like they intended to one day settle down permanently, and if not, then they knew they were playing the field. I was…neither. Marriage really wasn’t something I thought about. On the other hand, while I never really thought too far in the future about anything, (too concerned with just making it day to day), if I did actively stretch my thoughts out, I couldn’t imagine life without Steve anymore. I didn’t want to imagine that.

Of course disaster was always a possibility, in anything– and I had to pull my thoughts back from the many possible disastrous turns our lives could take– but if we carried on, and nothing terrible happened, then I wanted to stay with Steve for as long as he would have me. Was it weird, then, that marriage wasn’t something I actively desired? I just wanted to be like this, him and me, maybe forever. Ring or no ring.

I turned on my side and watched him, face slack in sleep, and relaxed at how utterly out he was. I slipped my hand over the one he had flopped onto the pillow. His other arm was loosely draped over my side, like it almost always was when we slept together.

Even without marriage, we were as stuck together as any devoted couple, and I didn’t doubt that Steve wouldn’t leave without a damn good reason. And vice versa. I’d just had a stupid slip of the tongue that didn’t really mean anything; people dated for years without bringing marriage up and I was just getting in my head about it. If Steve didn’t care about it, then I wouldn’t have to either, and if he suddenly did, we would just have a talk about it, he’d accept it wasn’t right for me right now, and we’d continue on as normal.

Steve grunted in his sleep and the arm he had loose over me suddenly curled to pull me closer. I smiled, shut my eyes, and exhaled some of the last tension I held, drifting off with the certainty that neither of us were going anywhere.

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[phoenixtakaramono]

Re: Where to Read the Four Butchlander Threadfics on Twitter & Status Update about Them

Whelp, guess what, everyone? Your girl’s Twitter account got shadowbanned for the first time. And pretty much the threadfics are inaccessible until the ban gets lifted. (Let’s hope everything’s back to normal soon. 😭)

The threadfics in question (M3GAN-inspired AU, Fix-It AU, and Sugar Baby AU are the long WIPs; the Vampire & Lycan Hunter AU is the only one complete):

And like I was somewhat expecting, with my account currently submerged in the ether (fingers crossed nothing’s affected and everything’s back to normal once I’m back so we can return to our regular schedule threadfic updates on Twitter), another person’s reached out to me about it:

The Asks in question:

These threadfics were always intended to exist on Twitter as the first draft prototypes where I can write spontaneously and see what works, what doesn’t, and make them reader-interactive so pretty much my readers influence important story decisions for whichever threadfic it is. Then if I were to migrate these threadfics over to AO3, the intention was always to flesh them out more and polish them up, maybe change a couple story elements so there’s a point of difference between what’s on AO3 versus what’s on my Twitter (as an analogy, think of an author’s original webnovel version they uploaded on their website versus the professional light novel version they’ve polished up for publication) to keep it fresh. This migration was supposed to happen after all four chapters of Truce are complete and the only Butchlander fic I have left on AO3 that would still be ongoing would be The Name of the Game, which frees up my workload.

So currently, where we are right now, I am seriously considering moving up the schedule if, after 1 week (10/29/23), my account on Twitter is still Shazamed. I have heard shadowbans range from 2-3 days, to 3-5 days where it’s best if I don’t use the app in this duration of time, before escalating to Twitter Support if it persists. Same goes if my account is restored and I still get shadowbanned in the future for updating any of these 3 long threadfics.

Because, at that point, I might as well just port them over to AO3 if this keeps happening and save myself the headache. But this will have to be tested out. If I see it is truly unsustainable due to Twitter’s current unfriendliness to 🔞 threadfics (😒 …it used to be an ultra friendly platform for such, till you showed up El0n Musk), then I’ll just stop writing 🔞 threadfics all together.

The one thing I will have to say, though, is being a very detail-oriented multi-fandom writer who’s trying to be fair by adhering to the update schedule, for any new content, updates will be slow. Unlike Twitter where I can churn out 25 tweets at a time per update, you’ll be looking at weeks or months per chapter update on AO3 since three of them will be turned into genuine long stories. Quicker updates depend on how much content already exist on Twitter to be adapted from before the time of migration! Let’s see how it goes! ✌️

[multistanisms]

Melodic Memories | Ateez

FANDOM: Ateez

PAIRING: Yeosang x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1522

RATING: PG

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: N/A

SUMMARY: Even when schedules keep your boyfriend busy, he does his best to make it to you apartment at least once a week for a date night.

☼ ☽ ☆ ⁑ ☼ ☽ ☆ ⁑ ☼ ☽ ☆ ⁑ ☼ ☽ ☆ ⁑ ☼ ☽ ☆ ⁑

Cooking was something you were decent enough at that you could have dinner at your apartment with the guys, but it was only once or twice a month. More common than the “family gatherings” of the members and yourself, however, is a visit usually once a week when your boyfriend is able to make it, a kind of date night between the two of you. But it wasn’t a date in the normal way one thinks of dates. There is never the need for candlelight or extra expensive food (unless you had to get beef, of course). It’s just the two of you cooking, chatting, occasionally singing along to the music you play softly. You were finishing setting up the prep when you hear the key in the door and pause in making sure everything is ready to look over your shoulder, giving a smile when Yeosang walks through the door. You know the sounds of him setting a bag down and locking the door behind him, knowing he’ll pick up the overnight bag and place it on the couch as he moves to cross the distance between you. Your one bedroom loft is decent enough in size, and the kitchen is fairly close to the door, so it’s not that far of a walk for him to join you, wrapping his arms around your waist for a long moment. 

“You’re late.” you tease as you tilt your head back, placing a quick kiss to his jaw, quickly noticing the newly changed color of his hair. “You went to a black?”

“I was working on stuff with Hongjoong.” he counters, chuckling at the pout you give him and leaning down just enough to steal a proper kiss. “I did. Do you like it?”

“Yeosang, I like you with any color of hair. Of course I like it, you dolt.” you tease, turning in his arms to nuzzle against his chest, breathing in his scent. It’s been a while since he’s been able to come over, the group was in the studio and practice rooms preparing for the next round of promotions. You don’t have to tell him you’ve missed him, you’re well aware he knows when his arms tighten around you for a moment, the familiar action of placing a kiss on your temple and then your cheek his response as you both stand there. “What are we making?” he finally opts to change the subject, letting you go so he could step to the sink and wash his hands. 

“Something simple, because last time was a headache.” You muse. “Teaching you to cook has been a full time gig, you know.”

“Hey, we’ve made strides.” Yeosang answers as he dries his hands, tilting his head. “I haven’t burned anything in a while.” His hair is freshly dyed, a few stray tendrils falling into his face as he sets the hand towel on the counter. He’s had lighter hair for a while so the new color is a contrast that makes you smile as you watch him. “But you didn’t answer my question, precious.”

“I said simple, right? Most of the work is already done, we just have to put it together and stick it in the oven.”

“Doesn’t that counteract your goal?”

“I was not about to try and do everything with you since you were running late. So no, it doesn’t, because you, sir, still need to get proper rest.” You emphasize the you with a tap to his nose with your finger, smiling as he scrunches his face in that way that makes you smile. “And besides, I don’t want to hear Woo bitch at me for you being tired.”

His lips curve up in amusement at you, shaking his head a little when you mention Wooyoung before he leans in to seal his lips over yours again. "You worry too much, Y/N."

"It's called being in love with an idol. It's a much more complicated position than people tend to believe." You tease, lifting your arms to wrap them around his neck. "But I take my job of taking care of you seriously." 

"Are you this serious at your job?" Yeosang quips back. 

"Ew, no. My work is never exciting enough for me to be so serious about it." It's an odd kind of banter, but it's yours. Sliding your hands from where they were locked behind his head, you turn around to show him the different layers for the casserole. In a few minutes, the two of you have filled the dish and it's in the oven. Yeosang has pinned you on the counter when you decided to perch on the one across from the oven, standing between your legs while you wait for the food to finish. His arms are settled around your waist comfortably, hands warm against the small of your back while your own hands rest behind his neck, fingers playing with the soft tresses as you talk, your face tucked into the crook of his neck. Then the song changes and there's a shift in his posture that makes you tilt your head up at him. 

"Yeo?" Your voice is soft as you watch him; you can see him come out from his thoughts at your voice before he reaches up to run a hand through your hair. 

"Sorry, I haven’t heard this song in a while. It took me back for a moment." The timbre of his voice is comforting, and you know he's being sincere, but you turn to look at your phone to remind yourself of the name of the song. 

"Why is it-"

"This is the song that was playing when I realized I was in love with you." Yeosang doesn't typically cut you off, but he obviously knew your question. Your head snaps back to look at him, only to be met by one of his hands cupping your face. "It was the first time the guys convinced you to come with us to a theme park, remember? After we'd left for the day and were heading to the hotel." His smile is soft and you're entranced by the softness in his voice as he explains, remembering the day in question clearly. "We decided to have an impromptu picnic and Hongjoong let you use the speaker. Wooyoung and San dragged you down by the river to show you to the fish."

"San pushed me in." You recalled with a pout, but the memory has the two of you laughing anyway. 

"He did. But you pulled Wooyoung right in with you." Yeosang chuckled. "As the rest of us watched you three have a water fight, we were laughing.”

“I think Hwa still has the video.” You laugh. Yeosang shrugged a shoulder before he continued in his anecdote. “Then you managed to break away and came over to cuddle into me so they’d leave you alone for a minute, it dawned on me." 

"Baby, I knocked the wind out of you when I slipped and fell into you."

"That didn’t matter, though." He counters, leaning to kiss your forehead. "You already had me before then, you know. My heart and soul. The guys adored you, the staff loved you for always thinking about them when you brought gifts. But that day, that moment sticks with me above all, with this song playing, as the moment when I realized how much you mean to me. That's when I knew I loved you more than words. That I would always love you." It's a romantic moment, and you shouldn't cry, but tears blur your vision, and you return your face to his neck, nuzzling against his pulse softly. His arms lock more securely around you and hold you to him, both of you quiet and content to just share the moment. 

"I will always love you, Yeosang.” you finally murmur as the song comes to an end, pressing a kiss at his jaw again. “I can’t tell you how very lucky I feel just to love you, to have you in my life. You've kept me going even when I wanted to give up." 

"Just don't ever give up." He murmurs, one hand ghosting fingers up your back to brush through your hair again, making you lean into the touch with a smile. “I need you, Y/N. Always.” This is the version of him no fan really gets to see, the quiet and affectionate side he typically doesn’t show. This is the behind the scenes, no cameras allowed version of Yeosang that’s reserved for you, his family and the other members of the group.

You open your mouth to reply, but you’re cut off when the music fades down so the timer on your phone can go off. Reluctantly pulling yourself from the warmth of his arms, you turn back to swipe the cancel, turning back so you can nudge Yeosang back enough for you to get off, but he beats you to it. “Let’s eat. Then we get everything cleaned up and go to bed. Deal?" The way he smiles at you in reply makes your heart melt. 

"Deal."

[academyofbrokenhearts]

Of Nightmares and Late Night Encounters

Kaya has a nightmare and Suna wakes him up. The rest, as they say, is history. One-shot.

My brain came up with this scene late at night on Christmas Eve, when I was trying to fall asleep, and it (obviously) didn't leave me alone until I actually wrote the entire thing. As mentioned in the tags, I have no idea how KaySun will evolve in canon, so I don't know how (or if) what I wrote here will fit in with the show. But whatever. This fandom deserves nice things.

AO3 link here.

Suna had been a light sleeper for most of her life.

It was like her subconscious was finely tuned in to catch even the smallest sign of something not being right in her environment. As a child, she would always wake up and reach out to Seyran whenever her sister had nightmares, her touch and whispered words always more than enough to soothe her and return her to a calm sleep. If she couldn't protect Seyran from the regular horrors of the day, she could at least protect her from the horrors that were haunting her sleep - which, Suna suspected, were the same anyway.

She had kept the habit of waking up at least once per night as an adult, even after Seyran had married and left her proximity, never truly being able to enjoy an uninterrupted night of sleep, always on edge.

She had enjoyed a change in her sleeping pattern only since marrying Kaya. Having him around during the night was comfortable in a way she hadn't expected. Kaya was keeping to himself for the most part, and, outside of the moments when they were being intimate, was extra careful to not cross into her personal space, putting a respectful distance between the two of them. He was also an exceptionally calm sleeper, not moving much during the night; he would fall asleep on his belly, hugging a pillow, and Suna suspected that's how he would usually wake up as well, although, thanks to her newfound ability to sleep without interruption during the night, she hadn't yet had the chance to wake up before him to test her theory.

So when she unexpectedly wakes up during what appeared to initially be just another regular night, she knows something is amiss.

With her mind still slightly foggy, she looks next to her, at Kaya who's still asleep (on his back, she quickly takes note), and at first cannot quite believe her eyes, but sure enough, she has seen a similar picture many times before. Kaya's breath is accelerated, his fingers clutching the sheet, the pillow on the floor, away from his grasp, and yeah, all signs point out to him having a nightmare.

A heartbeat passes, and she's not quite sure what she should do - if she should do anything at all. But then a brief pained moan escapes his lips, so her need to soothe takes over, and she reaches out to him, touches his forehead gently with her palm.

He wakes up with a shudder, and Suna almost backs off, but his eyes quickly focus on her, and he catches her hand with his before she can completely withdraw it.

"Suna," he whispers.

"I'm sorry," Suna whispers back, not exactly knowing what to say. "It looked like you were having a nightmare."

He swallows once, twice. "Yeah, I think I was," he says, no longer looking at her. "Did I bother you?"

He looks uncomfortable, and Suna remembers his reaction the morning after he had fallen asleep crying in her arms. At the time, she had thought he was being distant to punish her, but looking at him now, she realises it was probably also because he didn't like showing his hidden vulnerability.

"Don't worry about that," she replies. "I'm a light sleeper normally."

His features relax a bit, and he turns on his side to look at her, his hand still on hers. "Sorry anyway," he says. "I don't know why, but I don't seem to sleep well on my back."

A pause, then he adds:

"But I didn't know you're a light sleeper. It's a bit surprising."

"I used to be a light sleeper, at least," Suna amends, and for a moment she thinks whether it's okay to share this with him or not, but they did promise to be honest with each other, and she doesn't see what harm it could bring. So she adds: "It seems like I sleep better with you around."

His gaze becomes pensive, and he studies her for a while, without saying a word, his hand moving slightly over hers in touches just as gentle as her own touch on his forehead earlier. Suna feels her cheeks reddening slightly, but holds his gaze, waiting.

He eventually speaks again:

"Suna, is it okay if I hold you for a while?"

And she doesn't know what pushes her to say it. Maybe it's the fact that it's late at night, maybe it's the constant gentleness he treats her with, his great care around her, the respect regarding her boundaries, the way he looks in semidarkness, eyes on her. Maybe all of those at once.

But she says it.

"You can do much more than hold me. If you want."

He doesn't say a thing, but, before she can even start to second guess herself, his lips are on hers, and his kiss is hot and heavy.

*

Even with all her lack of experience and general shyness in intimate situations, Suna doesn't think Kaya realised that she was technically a virgin during their first night together.

Because he took so much time, touching her intently, pausing to ask her whether it felt good, encouraging her initially timid touches as well, that by the time he entered her, she was so relaxed that it didn't hurt, and she never bled.

He never quite asked her what happened in her first marriage; he probably suspects she was assaulted, but never asked for any details, and that's something she's quietly grateful for. She doesn't think she can share with anyone the sort of humiliation she was made to endure. Not even with him; not yet, anyway. She doesn't know why, but she feels deep in her core that he wouldn't judge her.

She's not used to ask for what she wants; she was always in the background of her own life, never being able to oppose whatever bad things would happen to her at any given moment.

There's nothing bad about this, though, nothing bad about the way his arms hold her, nothing bad about his lips on her throat, nothing bad about his whisper in her ear "you can stop me if I become too rough", nothing bad about his hands on her bare skin.

He's indeed less gentle than the previous times they did it, his hands wandering around more freely, his touch a bit more insistent, his whispers more commanding: "tell me how to do it, tell me how you like it", words that would normally make her blush in any other situation, but not here, not with him.

She feels him deep inside of her, intensity building up to the point that she can barely hold herself together, and it's frightening, but also exhilarating. "Let go," he murmurs, "let go, let go, I won't be able to last long either", and that's what finally sends her over the edge.

*

When she returns from the bathroom, she expects to see him already clothed, as it usually happens after their intimate encounters. But he lays between the sheets in the same position he was when she left, and, as far as she can see, he's still naked.

She pauses for a bit, then, almost without realising, slips out of her robe and lets it fall to the ground before climbing back into bed.

He reacts immediately, moving towards her, hands touching her tenderly. "Is it okay like this? Sorry, I didn't really feel like moving, but I can-" and then he pauses, and she knows he realised she's also naked behind the sheets.

"It's okay," she smiles. "It's comfortable."

His head moves towards her shoulder, his body almost completely covering hers, and Suna holds him gently, her fingers playing with his hair. She feels him from head to toe, a pleasant warm weight on top of her.

It's beautiful. It's scary.

She thinks she knows what love is, but she doesn't quite know how to define this, whatever it is that's between them. She just knows she doesn't want it to end.

"Suna," she hears him speaking. "Will you hold me like this for a bit longer?"

And so she gives the only answer that wouldn't sound like a lie: "Always."

*

He's still asleep when she wakes up in the morning.

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A Little Reminder (Lucifer x f!Reader)

Fandom: Obey Me! Pairing: Lucifer x f!Reader Rating/Warnings: NSFW (Minors DNI) // possessive behaviour, sexual content (fingering) Word Count: 2200 Written by: @yanjam // @another-lost-mc Prompt: "Let’s make this a not-so-silent night” Author's note: this prompt got away from me, but I hope you still like it, Anon. &lt;3

Lucifer dragged you through the empty hallways of The Fall. You could still hear the muffled sounds of music and the ongoing festivities, but no one else was lingered deeper in the building where the private offices were eerily quiet. The thought of being alone here worried you for a brief moment when you glanced at Lucifer’s back. He was walking with long, purposeful strides that made it difficult for you to keep up. His impressive wingspan was imposing in the narrow corridors. It wasn’t very well lit, and dark shadows played across his face whenever you tried to catch his gaze. It was hard to tell whether the thrumming in your ear was music from the club or deep growls reverberating in his chest. 

He turned sharply and pulled you inside an empty room. When he let go of your hand without warning, you stumbled for a moment and tried to keep your balance. The door shut behind him and you looked up when you heard the sound of the lock clicking into place. His narrowed eyes glowed crimson in the dimly lit room. Your breath caught in your throat and you took a step back as he stalked towards you.

Asmo sat across the table from you while he went through a pile of invitations from all over the Devildom. The most powerful and elite demon families wanted the Avatars of Sin to be present at their new year celebrations coming up. You sipped from a cup of tea and let Beel pick food off your plate. You noticed that Asmo seemed to be re-reading a particular invitation with an odd expression on his face.

“What’s the matter?” you asked.

He nodded to the paper in his hand. “This one is strange. It’s written more like a thank-you note.” 

He leaned across the table and passed the card into your outstretched hand. Lucifer was sitting in his usual place at the head of the table, the daily newspaper in hand, but he set it down as he listened to your exchange with a frown. The card Asmo handed you was not only addressed to the demon brothers but to you as well:

“Please accept my personal thanks for your attendance during this year's end celebrations. It is always such a treat to play host to the Devildom’s most prestigious guests. 

P.S. Bunny suits are not required attire for this event.”

You passed the note to a stone-faced Lucifer. “It’s from the owner of The Fall. I didn’t know we RSVP'd to their party.”

Asmo looked between you and Lucifer. “We didn’t. I don’t even recall seeing an invitation from him.”

Lucifer stood from the table and stalked from the room. The note crumpled in his fist.

“MAMMOOOOOOOOON!”

Lucifer wasn’t touching you, but you were crowded against the wall with nowhere to go. His arms were crossed over his chest and his wings were flared open. He would easily catch you if you tried to duck away. You reassured yourself that he wouldn't hurt you - but he normally didn't look at you the way he did now either.

“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?” he asked impatiently.

You shrank under the heavy weight of his irritated stare, but you tried desperately to think about what could have drawn out this type of reaction from him. He very rarely had the need to turn his disappointment on you. His wings twitched like he was trying to keep his frustration under control.

“I’m sorry, I don’t–” your voice cracked. You swallowed and tried to calm your nerves. “I don’t know what I’ve done wrong.”

The harsh lines of his expression deepened even more. “You are too reckless for your own good,” he declared like it was obvious. “You let your guard down around demons that would mean you harm and take for granted that my brothers or I will be there to save you. Can’t I take my eyes off you for more than five minutes without you getting into some sort of trouble?”

You looked away and replayed the evening in your mind, trying to figure out what could've started all this. You arrived at the club with Lucifer and his brothers without a hitch. After going through customary introductions and small talk, the demon brothers went their own separate ways to mingle with other guests (or in Beel's case, camp out at the buffet tables). You stood at the edge of the room and kept mostly to yourself. The only memorable conversation you had with anyone else was with the owner of The Fall.

You watched the demon brothers speak to the other guests on and around the dancefloor while you listened to the music from the edge of the room. You weren’t looking forward to spending all night at a club since you didn't normally enjoy dancing at the best of times. You decided after an appropriate amount of time had passed, you could make your excuses to Lucifer and the others and head home early.

“How unfortunate. Such a distinguished guest shouldn’t be cowering in the corner by herself,” a deep voice mused nearby.

You turned quickly and met the dark gaze of The Fall’s famous proprietor. You met him only briefly a handful of times in the past but his reputation was notorious. He was wealthy, powerful, and intimidating even amongst the Devildom’s elite class. The blood-red tailored suit he wore was made of some rich, luxurious material that shimmered under the club lights. His wiry tail swished lazily through the air behind him.

“I’m not fond of big parties like this,” you admitted, nodding towards the dancefloor. “At least I can avoid being trampled here, and I won’t be in the way.”

It was hard to decipher the expression on his face, but he surprised you when he offered you his hand. “By all means, I would hate for you to be uncomfortable. I can escort you somewhere more…” he paused and licked his lips, “...private that may be better suited to both our tastes tonight.”

You froze as you tried to process his words and, despite yourself, you felt the warmth of a fierce blush erupt across your cheeks. Something predatory glinted in his eye, and you suspected that he was enjoying your reaction when his smirk grew wider. You were scrambling to come up with an excuse or a polite refusal that wouldn’t offend him when a strong hand from behind you grasped your shoulder.

“I’m afraid she’ll have to decline,” Lucifer said smoothly at your side. “But we do have something important to discuss in private if the offer of a quieter room is still available.”

You had the feeling there was some silent conversation taking place between the two demons that you weren’t privy to. After a few tense moments, The Fall’s owner shrugged and stepped away. “Of course. You’re welcome to use one of the offices,” he offered politely. His tail flicked behind him and you noticed a door near the back of the dancefloor. “Down that hallway. You may use any room that’s unoccupied.”

In the small office, Lucifer's reprimand continued. “You are far too trusting,” his voice rumbled close to your ear. He leaned into your space and his head bent down closer to yours. “Demons with less self control than myself wouldn’t hesitate to claim your soul - or your body - for themselves.” 

“I don’t want any of those other demons like that,” you admitted with a quiet voice. You felt his breaths puff against the sensitive skin of your neck and you couldn’t suppress a shiver. You rested your hands on his chest and he seemed to lean into your touch. His anger was slowly melting away, replaced with another unnamed emotion that charged the air between you with anticipation. 

One of his arms wrapped around your waist. He tilted your head up until you were staring into the dark ruby pools of his eyes. “Perhaps we both need this little reminder,” he murmured against your lips. Through the fabric of your dress, you felt his fingers trail down your breast, and he traced the edges of the pact mark he left near your heart. “You are mine.”

You gasped when he pushed his lips against yours in a firm kiss, and after a moment of surprise you kissed him back. His lips tasted like Demonus, and you opened your mouth when you felt his tongue seeking entrance. He groaned and his arm tightened around you as your tongue met his in a slick caress. 

When you eventually pulled back to catch your breath, one of his thighs slotted between yours and you felt his arousal against your hip. He cradled your neck like you were something precious and you blushed at the heat in his gaze. He leaned in to kiss you again, but a voice echoing in the hall outside made you both pause. He looked towards the doorway like he could see through the wall; he glared at the interruption as if it would scare off whoever it was.

“Who is that?” you asked in a hushed whisper. You didn’t recognize the voice, but Lucifer apparently did because his only response was a low, menacing growl. Footsteps walked past and you heard the door to the next room over slam shut.

“It’s no concern of ours,” Lucifer said quietly as he lowered his head back down. He kissed the delicate skin of your neck and cupped your breast through your dress, teasing your nipple with his fingers. You arched your back into his touch and he rewarded you with the slow grind of his thigh against you.

You bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning. “What if someone hears us?” You weren't worried about being caught before with the party raging on elsewhere in the building, but the unexpected disturbance close by made you anxious.

Without warning, Lucifer spun you around so your front was pushed the wall, the weight of his body against your back pinning you in place. He reached down and shimmied your dress high enough so he could slip his hand underneath. The cool leather glove he wore tickled the tops of your thighs and you spread your legs wider to give him better access. His other hand covered your mouth and you squeaked in surprise.

“You’ll have to be quiet for me, won’t you?” he murmured in your ear. 

He waited for your response before he touched you and when you nodded your assent, he wasted no time sliding his fingers into the sticky wetness between your legs. Every brush of his gloves against your bare skin made you quiver. Your soft whimpers and moans were muffled by the hand over your mouth. He whispered honey-laced filth into your ear as he panted his desires, dark promises of things yet to come. His fingers moved faster between your thighs, circling your bud and teasing your entrance, and you couldn't resist the urge to grind back against him. He moved his hips in sharp, stilted thrusts that matched your pace like he was struggling to maintain some semblance of control.

Your thighs were shaking from pleasure and exhaustion and you knew you weren't going to last. He must have sensed it too because he removed his hand from your mouth suddenly and you gasped loudly in the quiet room. You heard something drop to the floor and then two of his naked fingers pried your lips open. He continued to coax pleasure from your body and when you came, you moaned loudly around his fingers.

He slowly removed his fingers from between your lips and held you close while you caught your breath. You rested against the wall while Lucifer bent down to retrieve his discarded glove, and you saw him tuck it into his pocket. He helped you fix your dress and then he pulled you into an embrace. You wanted to talk about what happened, but this wasn’t the most appropriate place for the conversation you two needed to have; judging by the look on his face, he felt the same.

“I'll send word to the others so they know we've left early. There are many things I still wish to say, but I'll not risk anymore rude interruptions here." He took your hand and led you to the door. He glanced up and down the hall to check that there was no one else loitering nearby before leading you out.

You were grateful for his discretion and you squeezed his hand appreciatively. You both looked rumpled, and you knew your face was flushed and a bit sweaty. Anyone that found you together would be able to guess what you’ve been up to. Luckily, it sounded like the party was still going strong and you didn’t see or hear any trace of the passerby from earlier. When you approached the exit, he pushed the door open and let you slip through first.

Lucifer sensed you were both being watched as soon as you stepped into the hallway, and he felt a heavy stare on his back when he led you to the door leading outside. He looked over his shoulder and smirked at the club's owner who watched you both from the shadows. Lucifer wasted no more time and followed you into the night, slamming the door closed behind him.

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literally hoping they break up in the last season

Why Mileven is shit - a submission-based essay, part 2/3

Mileven - a currently canon het ship from the Stranger Things fandom between Michael (Mike) Wheeler and Jane (Eleven) Ives/Hopper/Byers/IDK

they NEED to breakup (AGAIN) in the final season let's start w their character arcs rn. el was born in a lab and was raised VERY strict to be a weapon and shit. she escapes and now her whole arc is finding herself and being who she is separate to what people tell her she is. mike comes from a lowkey conservative family with parents who are married only to fit into the normal, not because they love each other. his arc, similar to his sisters' struggle in earlier seasons, is to not fall into conformity just because you feel like you should. both of these stories line up with the main moral of the show: be who you are even if it isn't "normal" ot whatever now how does mileven go against this? mike, and a bunch of ppl around el, in the earlier seasons keeps telling el what she should do/be. even in the later seasons we see mike refering to el as a "superhero" (which she doesn't like). neither of them feel free to be themselves around the other (shown by el lying to mike and mike being WAY out of character around el, etc). mike literally can't tell el he loves her while not under pressure. mileven sometimes parallels mike's parents' and sta.cy (a failed conformity relationship) and other bad relationships ANYWAYS it also reallyyyy pains will byers (who's been canonically in love with mike for like years, and mike's best friend) to see this. also, milevens keep harassing will/mike shippers on anon even months after the last season. like they have a hate discord server just for it. anyways i love mike and el but ohhh my god there is still SO much i haven't mentioned about how bad they are together (and how bad shippers often are, sometimes being violently homophobic and calling bylers delusional and shit)

OOOH IT FUCKING SUCKS THEY ARE SOOOOOO BAD FOR EACH OTHER JESUS THEY DON'T COMMUNICATE LIKE EVER THEY ARE BOTH CLEARLY IN IT BECAUSE OF THE EXPECTATION OF A ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE THEY CAN'T CONFIDE IN EACH OTHER THEY DON'T SHARE ANY INTERESTS THEY'RE HAVING CONFLICT MORE OFTEN THAN NOT THANK *GOD* I AM UTTERLY CONVINCED THEY ARE HEADING FOR A CANONICAL PERMANENT BREAKUP. NOT TO MENTION THEY ARE BOTH GAY AS HELL TO ME. YOU SEEN THAT "THIS SHIP IS SO CANON AND IT'S A LESBIAN AND A GAY MAN" TWEET? YEAH. FUCK THIS STUPID FUCKING SHIP NOT TO MENTION THE SHIPPERS ARE FREQUENTLY OPENLY HOMOPHOBIC. UGHHHHHHH KILLING BITING (this is my fave btw)

they have no chemistry or buildup unlike the other st couples. they kissed season 1 right after she asked if he would be her brother. hes very obviously compensating for something. i think i gagged when they made out in season 3. speaking of. thats all they do. make out. they dont really have meaningful conversations. this also comes from the fact that when mike met her she was fresh out the lab that abused her for like 11 years. she was not socially ready to understand the bounds of a platonic relationship let alone a romantic one. anyway mileven break up s5 will happen i believe it. if nothing else. cross ur fingers gamers

the sheer homophobia and general toxicity that the fans of this ship create is absolutely insane when their perfect (read: mischaracterized) straight (read: homosexually-coded) couple is judged for having toxic or incompatible elements is insane. the only good romantic aspect between these two characters is in a cringefail "wow this really doesn't work at all" i-want-to-put-this-dynamic-under-a-microscope-and-study-it-because-it's-an-absolute-trainwreck" kind of way. el has been abused and cut off from society her whole life and at 12 years old she immediately gets together with this guy at whose earth shattered after his best friend went missing who then has surviors guilt after she almost does which is misconstrued as romantic rather than unhealthy obsession and trauma. and so on and so forth.. there's just so much wrong they lie to each other So Fucking Much despite truthfulness being very important to them and they ignore their friends to make out (which is filmed in a way that is meant to feel uncomfortable btw lmao) and el doesn't understand mike's trauma from bullying and he doesn't understand how she doesn't want to be built up into being a superhero etc etc. and it's just so increasingly bad I want to rub my temples just thinking about them. they're just so bad for each other and their relationship has done nothing but make them worse in general but for some reason their ship is viewed as fluffy or cute or whatever the hell. anyway mike is so heavily coded to be fucking gay and in love with his best friend (and el can be interpreted to be lesbian coded) and I just need to get them out of there amen

I'm gonna make a list bc the reasons are many: 1) their first casual interaction they get together but in the same conversation she asks him if she can be like a sister to him 2) all their "cute moments" are them making out in the 3rd season with still absolutely no chemistry 3) their only actual cute scene is them dancing at the snowball yet in the same scene they portray the same way two couples that are not romantic 4) mike becomes a terrible person when he's with eleven 5) eleven literally GOT OUT OF A LAB SHE WAS RAISED IN and this is the first guy she dated 6) she can't even say he's a good kisser 7) mike can't tell her that he loves her (bc he doesn't) and the only time he does he makes this whole ugly ass speech up about how she's his "superhero" even though she doesn't want to be seen only for her superpowers 8) in said speech, while listing the things that he loves about her, he only names her superpowers + he lies multiple times 9) EVEN AFTER SAID SPEECH she is still mad at him and won't talk to him (probably bc she saw right through his bs) 10) she spent a whole 6 months lying to him about all of her life 11) mike is clearly gay and is meant to be with his childhood best friend will 12) mike idolizes her and doesn't see her as an actual person 13) eleven needs to be her own person (ffs she just got out of a lab) 14) the ship sucks and even the authors and actors say so

they have NO chemistry. they kissed after one week of knowing each other when they were 12 and eleven didn't even know what a romantic relationship was at the time, given the fact that right before mike kisses her she says "will you be like my brother?". they spent the entirety of season 2 apart with mike calling el on his walkie and el watching romantic movies on the tv for a year (then will is in trouble and mike says 'fuck it' and goes full protective boyfriend mode but this isn't about byler so i digress) and start dating soon after they meet again even though they haven't had a SINGLE conversation and are barely friends. season 3 comes along and the writers do their utmost best to show us how incompatible they are. their makeout scenes are uncomfortable, they break up at the beginning of the season and neither one of them seems particularly bothered that their first relationship is over. in fact, the happiest we see el in the entire series is during the time they're broken up, when she gets close to max (who she actually has chemistry with, by the way) and finally experiences freedom, being a teenage girl and etc since mike had been "keeping her all to himself" for like, a year. aside from that, he doesn't go after her at all after she dumps his ass (literally) but when he and will have a fight, he bikes across town in the rain just to apologize, that boy is GAY. finally, the theme of season 4 is lies and once again, mike and el spend the season apart (once again, mike spends the season with WILL) and right before they part ways, they have a big fight about mike being unable to so much as WRITE "love, mike" on his letters to el, let alone say it, and he bullshits his way through it and refuses to say the actual reason until vol. 2, when he apparently "confesses" that he's afraid he'll lose her if he says it (okay, amigo, you're gonna lose your girlfriend who was literally begging you to say 'i love you' not even a week ago, aham, totally valid excuse). conclusion: they don't know each other and they don't act like themselves when they're together. mike hides his nerdy nature, el feels like she has to be the amazing superhero he's always viewed her as or else he'll lose interest and it just feels like they're both grasping at straws because this relationship has been dragged on for too long that they don't know how to break up permanently. they are afraid of losing each other, but not romantically, as mike was el's first semblance of family after escaping the lab and mike feels like it's his duty to protect and care for el. also, mike is gay. in other words, FREE THEM.

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Weekly Pond Newsletter

Admin Michelle here, and I am once again (mostly) functional after my meltdown about Jensen at the DC con last weekend. I have occasional wibbles, still, when I see photos of him with that damn kazoo in his mouth, but otherwise I'm back to normal.

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[buffyfan145]

having my fingers crossed that the fact that there is SO much promo being released (seriously though, they leaking the entire season) YET the only sauron x galadriel moment we get shown is the finale confrontation makes me hopeful that it means there is more. maybe it's delulu of me but would they be showing the finale scene if it was the ONLY shared scene between the two? i guess they can be just hyping the finale fight up but still...

They are spoiling a lot but this actually is normal for streaming shows now. They go on hiatus and then all the press and spoilers right before it airs. However, remember the show's 8 episodes are usually over an hour long, so in the long run there is still a lot they haven't revealed yet. The finale doesn't air till October 3rd and I do feel there is still a lot, not just for Haladriel, but everyone they are keeping secret. Most of the clips and spoilers are actually for the first half of the season, which will air in the next two weeks, and then we'll get teasers each week for each ep. But then the next 2 year hiatus begins, and I just hope they actually switch to how Netflix does and still interacts with the fandom as they messed up in a lot of our opinions last year by barely posting anything. LOL Netflix shows put out things and teasers all the time even for shows like "Stranger Things" which takes multi-year breaks between seasons.

And I'm certain there's more Haladriel scenes too between their shared mental bond and them confirming Nenya gives her foresight. There's so many possibilities to do scenes with them using those until they finally see each other in person in the finale. But I also can't figure out how he's in Eregion almost the whole time with Celebrimbor knowing who he is and thinking she overreacted and he's not Sauron but a different Maiar, and Galadriel doesn't see him there so who knows maybe they do. LOL

[aghhtdraws]

Are you still in the jade armor fandom? :0/gen

Hello! Sorry for replying to this so late!

Basically, the "fandom" as such or fanbase has been so small online, that to me I was not sure it existed even xD But yes! I am still a Jade fan :D Jade Armor is the best cartoon! It's not even that old to me, I just started watching it in the spring of 2023, when it started airing here again. So I've been a fan for just a year or so since march!

I'm curious where this question comes from!

Would be nice if there were more fans online, but honestly, I have always thought that maybe that's a monkey's paw wish - and that really, it's a bit nice exchange of fate in a way - that it seems that while the online fandom is small, perhaps the show has many offline fans, people actually watching it across multiple channels! (since it's available both on big channels like RTL, but also online in their online versions, maybe it just has many viewers from there)

and it's a fun show with a very cool style and premise, so I'm happy if it has fans at all, whether I actually see them online or not. So I haven't been very active in fandom spaces myself, mostly posting fanart online, because I just don't have time + energy as much for some fandom stuff anymore I guess xD

bc there's so few fancontent online, I really appreciate that the official jade armor insta has so much info and posts about it.

I've seen a lot of shows go under after it's been decided they're not profitable, or similarly, many fandoms sorta dwindle and become smaller after the show has been cancelled, so... it's nice to know that, if a 2nd season really has been put into production (as we've seen announced online), that the shareholders behind the show are willing to fund the studio to make another season. I'm really curious to see where they could be going with the story and characters, since the world and relationships they've shown feel really well-built, like they're real and there's history there. So I'm just happy to see if it will really be aired and that the team has put as much care and effort in as in the first season. I really like the show!

I might put up more fanart, since I've been doing sketches recently, but have been thinking of posting more fanfic too. The show should have at least one fanfic on AO3 (by me), but havent had time to finish more. I'm curious to see more but not really as sad about it since the fandom itself is still very new!

One thing I'd maybe like to personally change is like, make a small wikipedia for it? not on the current main fanwiki site, but just a small one for reference? and another thing is... the tvtropes page? TVtropes in general has so much misinfo sometimes since no one is obligated to keep refs and it's based on "fandom memory" haha... but it's so weird to me how much of the text there is ppl comparing Jade Armor to Miraculous, even tho they are such different shows after the first glance xD Seriously! you can make normal comparisons without letting ppl know how much you hate the other show xD

it's a similar situation to earlier fanbases like ppl comparing Winx vs WITCH, Jake Long vs Juniper Lee, The Book of Life vs Coco... it's as if online cartoon fans apparently just have nothing better to do than make their shows fight xD

lol sorry for the wall of text i've just been thinking abt this show a lot already and this is my way of answering your question I guess xD

Fingers crossed that the show has a build-up of fans, both offline and online!

[pedrospatch]

i have been in the pedro fandom since narcos first started coming out and unfortunately there have always been a few nasty creatures lingering and staying in spaces where they don’t like, which i don’t understand btw like just scroll?!! lol

i will never forgive these fuckers for pushing away some of my favourite writers, there was a javier series that i still think about from time to time and just as it was getting juicy those ppl attacked and pushed the writer away, i had messaged her a few times and she told me how hard it was as this was her escape and that’s what hurt the most, why can’t you just be kind it doesn’t cost you anything :/ anyways. fingers crossed we can go back to normal. Thank you for being you ❤️💕💞

imo they stay in those places because they’re looking for a problem 🤷🏻‍♀️

i’m so sorry that happened to her. it truly is so, so sad. behind our blogs, there are real human beings with real feelings, many who do indeed use tumblr as an escape. many who are kind and have done nothing to warrant such cruelty.

i too am keeping my fingers crossed for things to go back to normal. or at least, for them to get better.

thank you, non 💕