#the reason why my blade is cracked af

[shining-gem34]

||Current stats of my favorites (yes there is bias)

*stares at Jing Yuan and Luocha* I will roll for you both then Jingliu rerun. Sobs

[catindabag]

TBOSAS AU ✨CRACK! TAKE✨: The 10th HG Mentors According to Drunk Dean Highbottom. (Part 4)

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Well, here is the last part of this TBOSAS Crack! Post. Still, for the new readers, I would like you to read part one for context.

Here are all the parts anyway: [1] [2] [3]

⭐️MENTORS⭐️

Palmolive Monthly? Chimaera Moon Tea? (Palmyra Monty)

Eats expired food on a daily basis.

How are you still even alive?!

Immune to poison, but don’t ask how.

A Diabolical Bimbo Psycho.

Sweet but might kill me in my sleep.

Therapists are afraid of her.

Your mama is unhinged AF.

Stop sending your classmates to the hospital every other day!😫

Almost destroyed the school kitchen.

Is banned from entering any public kitchen.

Is very skilled with a blade kitchen knife.

Can’t be trusted with anyone’s life.

May have accidentally killed people before.

My hospital bills left the chat.

The Capitol’s health care system only existed because of you.

Almost killed me with cursed cookies.

Your family only got rich by owning the largest distillery in all of Panem.

You literally owe me and your class a lifetime supply of posca!

You do know your family murdered a lot of rebels via food poisoning, right?

Can and WILL certainly win the Hunger Games, but don’t ask how.🤢

Dominatrix Whim Sicko? Domestic Whim Sea Witch? (Domitia Whimsiwick)

The “Dairy Heiress” of Panem.

Very kind and caring.

Willing to trade a fat chicken for good grades.

Brought a dairy cow for ✨Show & Tell✨.

Knows how to make delicious cheese.

Has a “therapy” goat named Mr. Peachy Pants.

Can bride anyone with a slice of butter.

Gave me a fresh bottle of milk when I got hospitalized from food poisoning.

Your father is too carefree to be a business tycoon.

Your family’s mansion looks more like ranch. Just saying.🙄

Why do you wear farm boots to school?

Does my school look like a barn to you?!

Can easily wrestle a bull.

Is allergic to raspberries for some reason.

Don’t crash your family’s tractor in the entrance hall again.

Forever banned from driving any kind of vehicle in the Capitol.

Stuck on her “Farm Gal” era forever.

Likes to take pictures of cute feral squirrels.

Will only win the Hunger Games if she was allowed to ride a cow to victory.

Tennis String (Dennis Fling)

Likes to smuggle and trade illegal goods.

Business minded.

Manipulative AF.

Very friendly, but untrustworthy.

Is painfully likable AF.

Likes the smell of money.

Can find any loopholes to avoid jail time.

Too dangerous to become a lawyer.

Is not allowed to go into politics.

Claimed to have seen at least a hundred banned films.

Your family is shady AF, and everybody knows it.

Don’t send me a literal horse head as a joke again!😠

Your family only got FILTHY RICH by illegally establishing and running the Capitol Black Market.

Remind me again on why I haven’t expelled you yet.🤔

Gave me a stolen but expensive painting for Teacher’s Day.

Yes. I know. You can’t be reaped as a Tribute in the Hunger Games if you can bribe everyone and anyone, even your own mother that you never existed in the first place.

Apple Ring (Apollo Ring)

Extremely friendly.

Likes to wear identical outfits with his twin.

Sometimes has delinquent tendencies.

Is a certified Himbo.

Has a sunny personality.

Happy all the time, even at funerals.

Acts like a golden retriever.

Stop stealing and eating my cupcakes every time you visit my office!

By the way, how the heck did your family got super rich just by selling pajama onesies?!

And why can’t you give me that exclusive lion onesie for free?🥺

Most likely to surrender himself for a puppy.

Likes everyone, even the mean girls.

Too carefree for his own good.

Greets danger like a friend.

Gave me a very nice mug for the winter holidays.🥹

Survival rate is almost close to zero.

Will NEVER win the Hunger Games. You’re literally too nice for your own good.

Dino Ring (Diana Ring)

Always on her “Soft Girl” era.

Has a sunny personally.

Dangerously lovable AF.

Is a certified Bimbo.

Too carefree to survive a war.

Was almost labeled as the only “normal” student of her class.

Is always optimistic, but in an unhealthy kind of way.

Acts like a very jolly corgi.

Loves to eat sweets.

Tell your rich parents to send me a free but exclusive onesie.

Also, don’t tell your mama that it was me who was asking.

Likes to give big sisterly warm hugs to everyone but me.🥺

I know that you were the one who stole my precious jar of marbles.😠

I should give you a demerit for that alone.

The only student who gave me a holiday greeting card.🥹

Will NEVER win the Hunger Games, just like her own twin.

Tiny Harry Tone (Pliny “Pup” Harrington)

Is a very good swimmer.

Your father is strict and scary AF.

Your family members are known to value cleanliness and good manners above all else. So why are you such a slob?

Thinks he’s the class clown.

Hangs out with garbage boy every weekend.

Knows how to hype up a crowd.

Is good at throwing the best underground parties ever, but don’t tell his dad.

Can forge anyone’s signature, even his own father’s.

Sometimes skips school to secretly go clubbing with a bunch dropouts.

Gave me a freaking jar of sand from District 4 as a “thank you” gift.

Claimed to have the ability to talk to freaking dolphins.

Has no interest in following his father’s footsteps.

Can literally sleep anywhere and everywhere.

Once slept under the teacher’s desk without anyone knowing.

Once slept inside my office cabinet without me noticing.

Don’t go into my office if you just want to skip class and sleep all day!

Likes to eat any kind of soup.

Can stay underwater for about 5 minutes. Impressive, really.

Can win the Hunger Games by hiding and sleeping all the way to victory.

[stargazer-balladeer]

S/o’s birthday but locks themselves in their rooms because they don’t feel special [Genshin Impact]

Characters Included: Aether, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya & Venti.

Notes: Ayeeee! Since it’s my birthday today, why not make this? :))) I actually got carried away 🥲 this is around 3.5k words in total. Hope ya’ll like this!

Reader’s Gender: Neutral (tho i think there’s a slight implied female hehe…)

Warning: probably some swear words here and there knowing me- and mild suggestive themes in kaeya’s part 

[albedo, scaramouche, xiao]

Aether remembers your birthday more than he knows his- like srsly, he’s the kind that remembers his s/o’s bday more than his. He’s also the kind that celebrates it privately unless you want to celebrate it with others, which he doesn’t mind. He might have a hard time deciding what kind of gift you want, but sooner or later, he already has one (or multiples bc he can’t decide-). 

Imagine his confusion when your day finally arrives but he can’t find you anywhere, even Paimon, who was excited to celebrate your bday (“oohh~ I can’t wait to eat the cake!” - Paimon), seems confused. Probably the culprit in planting worry in the travellers head as she jumps to conclusion that you might’ve been kidnapped. 

Luckily, he checked your house before he could report it to the knights of Favonius or the Qixing (like any normal person should do really-). When he received no reply, he takes out the spare key you gave him and entered your house, an invasion of privacy he knows but it's an emergency- 

Knowing that you’re in your room when he can’t find you downstairs, he knocks on your bedroom door softly while calling your name. Imagine his (and Paimon’s) relief when the door cracked open. Immediately engulfing you into a hug, he lets out a sigh of relief. He then proceeds to ask you what you were doing inside your room when it’s your birthday. His heart literally broke when you stated your reason. Tightening his hold around your figure, he smiles bitterly, knowing that feeling all too well..

“That’s not true. None of that stuff is true. Everyone deserves to feel special on their birthday, most especially you. We’ve brought some food, and cake of course. Also some gifts from other people. If you want, do you want to celebrate it with just the two, or rather three, of us?”

You, who was a literal angel in his eyes deserve the world. He honestly wants to find whoever put that idea in your head but that was reserved for another moment. For now, his main priority is your happiness. Guiding you downstairs where Paimon was (she left when aether hugged you, knowing you two needed privacy. also the cAKE-), he watches as your eyes sparkle at the sight of the cake. 

Grinning softly he made sure you had fun with your birthday. Even though it would be more fun with more people, it feels more special if it’s celebrated with just the two of you. Staring you with pure adoration as you laughed merrily at the sight of Paimon stuffing herself with food. He couldn’t help himself but lean forward to place a kiss on your forehead and then on your lips, leaning back with a smile on his face. 

“Happy birthday, my love. May many more to come. Maybe next time, we can invite other people. Though I don’t mind if we’ll celebrate it with just the two of us only-” And Paimon! Don’t forget about Paimon!” “Yes yes. And Paimon.”

Similar to Aether, he would most definitely remember your birthday. After all, it holds a special place in his heart, alongside his family. And since this boi is rich af, he would most definitely try to spoil you on your birthday. Piles of expensive (or just cheap yet meaningful) gifts, reservation to a high-class restaurant in Liyue Harbor, and all that glamour. 

Actually, he didn’t find it odd that he didn’t see you immediately, thinking that you overslept or just relaxing in your house. But he soon finds it weird when it’s already around 3 in the afternoon and no sign of your face in the crowd, something he raised a brow at but shrugged it off. It isn’t until it’s almost the time of the reservation he made when he finally realized what’s going on. 

When he arrived at your house, dressed in a suit similar to Zhongli except it’s entirely black and white, waiting for you to come out. After a couple of minutes, he soon got concerned and decided to enter your bedroom through the window (pls do not do this at home). Startled at the sudden appearance of your handsome yet cheeky boyfriend, he stares at you with eyes asking the questions he didn’t dare to tell. 

Knowing he will get his answer one way or another, you decided to tell him about your dilemma. After you finished explaining yourself, silence surrounds you, which is quite worrisome since your boyfriend is known for his rather talkative behavior. Blinking in surprise at the sudden embrace of the 11th Harbinger, his hug was rather tight but not too tight that it cuts your oxygen. Speaking in a low, faint voice, a surprising feat for him, you can make out what he said as clear as day. 

“I’m sorry. I should’ve noticed it sooner. I was trying to be a perfect boyfriend for you but I guess I failed in that aspect. You know, if you feel like you aren’t special enough to celebrate your birthday, then what about me? Me who stained his hands with the red blood of his enemies, always engaging in a fight, clashing with other blades. Insecurity is really an asshole huh? Let me make it up to you now. Let’s not anymore go to that stupid high-class restaurant, c’mon, up you go. You better dressed comfortably when I come back or else…”

Leaving you quickly before coming back immediately, this time in more comfortable clothing rather than the stiff suit he wore earlier. This time as well, he entered your house normally through the door. In his arms, he was holding a bunch of stuff and proceeded to dump it on the living room table. It was different kinds of movies in different genres, you spotted some of your favorite movies in them (makes you also wonder where he got these from since you don’t remember seeing these in the room he stays-).

He would suggest making a pillow fort, and while making the pillow fort, he proceeded to smack you with one. Which ensued a pillow fight between you two. It successfully made the both of you a laughing mess by the end, filled with feathers. Childe then carries you bridal style to the incomplete pillow fort and starts the movie you chose. Placing you in his lap and placing his head either on your shoulder or head depending on your height, cuddling you from behind tightly with a contented smile on his face. 

“You know what? This might not be how I envisioned how your birthday would go, but I’m not complaining. Happy birthday, comrade. My most adorable and most cutest and only love. I love you so much that you’ll be the very reason why I die so suddenly. So stop being so cute okay?” 

(You two are living together in this one.)

Diluc has the probability of forgetting your birthday due to his busy schedule, especially if it’s starting to rise when your birthday draws near. He might neglect you for a couple of days, too engrossed in his work. When the day finally arrives, it completely leaves his mind. Like he’ll think of it as a completely ordinary working day. It isn’t until one of your friends told him to send you their birthday greetings that he remembered. And oh boy does he feel guilty, like srsly, he literally froze when he realizes what day it is today. And you know what that means? ✨Panicc✨

Honestly, I can see him buying the whole store XD. In the state of panic, his common sense just leaves him completely that he ends us buying practically the whole store. It would be sent to the Dawn Winery immediately as he buys some flowers from Flora, who also sent you her birthday greetings, which made him more guilty-

When Diluc steps foot inside the manor, he tries to search for you outside the gardens where he usually finds you but when he doesn't, he gets worried. Asking the head maid immediately about your whereabouts, and his concern and worry (and guilt) grew even more when he finds out that you haven’t gone out of your room. He quickly went to your shared room, with the flowers still in his hands, and knocked on your door. Calling your name softly and asking for permission to enter, when granted he entered the room as quickly as possible. But seeing the sight of you bundled up in your blanket made his heart crack.

Placing the flowers at the bedside table, he quickly made his way in front of you and kneeled down to meet your eye level. You can tell he was very worried about you with how frantic his eyes seem and the concern underlying it. With the way he was staring at you, you can’t help but spill your insecurity to him. The reason why you were hiding in his room rather than go out to celebrate your day of birth. Every word you spill made his heart break even more. Seeing tears started to leak from your eyes, he placed his two hands on your face wiping away the tears with his thumbs. Smiling at you gently and placing a kiss on your eyelids and on your nose.

“I completely understand, my love. Even I sometimes feel that way. Also to the point where I don’t want to celebrate my birthday even, but that won’t do my love. You are so special, you deserve your special day to be well special. If you want to simply lay here and sleep, then so be it. If you want to go out and do something, then I’ll happily oblige. Let’s obliterate those awful thoughts, and if those keep persisting, I’ll slice them up for you. I’ll keep picking you up when you fall. So, what is your command, my love?” (i'm so tempted for him to say master-)

Whatever your answer may be, one thing for sure, Diluc is seen smiling adoringly at you. Even the maids noted how soft the master is around you, particularly today. Whether curled up together in the bed, with him embracing you tightly to his chest and placing a kiss on top of your head. And if you listen carefully, you can hear him quietly humming a tune that his father (or mother) sang to him. Or you two outside in the garden, simply admiring the view with his hand around your waist. 

Either way, at the end of the day, he would wake you up or make you go inside for dinner. You haven’t eaten breakfast or lunch yet so you’re probably hungry by now. If you don’t want to leave your room or want to return to your room, he would understand and make the maids bring the food to you. When the maid(s) finally arrives with the food, you notice the cake on the tray. Looking at him as he chuckles, taking the trays from the maids. Humming a light tune, he scoops a spoonful of cake and holds it to your mouth, with a slight smirk on his face, eyes twinkling with mischief. 

“Stop staring at me like that, did you really think I would let the day go by for you to not celebrate your birthday properly? From what I know, birthdays have cakes in them, whether a huge cake or a cupcake. Say ‘ahh’~... Happy birthday my love. May next year be more enjoyable than now.”

Kaeya remembers your birthday like the back of his hand, I think he’s even more excited than you really. Eagerly awaiting your birthday as he counts down the days, dropping hints and stuff to you birthday-related, and probably plans a birthday party for you. The knights immediately agreed on it, including a certain bard, traveler, and wine master (albeit more hesitantly). He made sure that this party would be successful, constantly checking on the plans and such. To the point that everyone was practically fed up with his constant questions. But they understand that he wants this to be a successful and enjoyable party for you. It got to the point where Diluc kicked him out of his Tavern after asking for the umpteenth time. 

When your day finally arrives, he was practically beaming with joy and excitement. To the point where he can’t hide it behind the cool and suave facade he wears. He quickly made his way to you, going along with the plan of distracting you as they started to prepare for the party. In his total excitement, he didn’t notice the rather gloomy atmosphere around the house. But when he arrived at your door, that is when he noticed how quiet your house is.

Now albeit worried, his excited smile slipping from his face and now replaced with a worried frown, he knocked on your door, calling you in his usual teasing voice. When he didn’t hear your response, the bubble of anxiety appeared in his body. Twisting the knob and finding it unlocked, he quietly and carefully opened the door. Seeing your back immediately, seeing your side rise and fall making him sigh in relief that you were still alive. Closing the door gently but made a noise to alert you of his presence. Taking a seat behind you, he ran his cold fingers on your back, watching you arching at the sudden coldness of his fingers. Smiling slightly, he asked what’s wrong. 

Turning around to face him, you buried your face on his chest, inhaling his strong masculine scent. Instinctively wrapping his arms around you, he played with your hair with one of his hands. Tapping on your head slightly, beckoning for you to answer his question. With no way out, you decided to come clean. You explain how you feel like you don’t feel like you deserve to be treated as special on your birthday and all that sort. His face was void of emotion as he stared at the ceiling with his unique pair of blue eyes. Outside he might seem emotionless. But inside, he was on the brink of insanity. Who dares to put such an idea on his s/o’s mind? Why would you think of that? Was this insecurity of yours also his fault?

“That must be the most stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. You’re not special? Please. Don’t try to make me laugh with that joke ‘cause it’s not funny. You are a jewel, a star, a constellation. As rare as the gems, or rather visions. You can even rival the very sun with your smile. I know those demons in your head keep saying those words to you, the temptation is so tempting, right? Just succumbing to them to make them quiet. But that’s why I’m here, my dearest snowflake. I’m here for you. You’re so special to everyone, most especially to me. You mean the world to me. Anyway, enough of this tear-jerking stuff, we have a party to celebrate. And we can’t celebrate it without the birthday gal/guy now can we?”

Despite your protests, he lifted you effortlessly and carried you outside and into the dawn winery where the party was held. Placing you on the ground and pushing you forward where people from Mondstadt came and greeted you with happy birthdays. Smiling at the sight of you being overwhelmed at the warm greetings, and then chuckling at how bright your face became. Diluc nudges him to you, beckoning him to help you before returning to what he was previously doing (most likely trying to force a bard to not finish all the wines in the vicinity).

After a while in the party, Kaeya brings you to a secluded place with no people for air. Being in a party filled with people could be suffocating at times, especially if you’re not used to it. He intertwined his hands with yours and bends down to meet your eye level (or leans down if you have the same height as him-). He gives you a cheeky smile and proceeds to place a peck on your lips. Chuckling when you pouted and glared at him, wanting more kisses.

“My my, what a greedy vixen~ But it is indeed your birthday so I guess I have no choice but to oblige to whatever my birthday vixen wants me to do. Would you like me to strip as well? Haha. Kidding kidding. Happy birthday, princess/prince. May many more to come. Oh! I forgot. I heard from a certain birdie that you ordered for a personal performance from me~ would you like to get it now?” 

Since we all know that Venti practically doesn’t do anything like every day, I would safely say that he would remember your birthday. Probably save some mora to buy you a gift for your birthday, even though it’s not as fancy as the people in Liyue (they all rich kids-), it’s still meaningful. He probably made a bracelet all by himself with the beads he either bought or also made by himself. Nevertheless, he was as excited as Kaeya for your birthday. Already prepared songs to sing for you when that day comes. 

Venti immediately searches for you when the day finally arrives, but his excited and bright smile vanishes when he can’t find you in the crowd of people. Raising a brow at your sudden disappearance, he searched for you everywhere, the tavern, the church, the headquarters, everywhere but your house. So when he finally arrives at your house, he was filled with worry and concern. Entering your room through the window like usual, he sees your figure sitting on the floor while reading a book.

He pouted at the sight as he made his presence known by asking you why you were here and reading a book on your birthday. He watches as you jump from where you are and turns to look at him, sighing at the sight of him. He slowly made his way to you and sat next to you, his legs sprawled across the floor. He takes note of the food around you, which was non-birthday festive, it was just ordinary food. Not understanding why you’re sulking in your room, he asked you what’s wrong. 

Venti’s eyes widened at your explanation, feeling the sadness leaking at the words you said. They weave themselves around his heart, squeezing it, making him have a hard time breathing. He shares your pain. He was your soulmate after all. He immediately engulfed you in a hug, stuffing his face on the crook of your neck. You were so vulnerable in his eyes. You were so fragile. He desperately wants to protect you from the pain. But looks like he can’t protect you from your own demons. 

“Even though I promised myself to not say or do anything that’ll make you sad, I just need to get it off my chest. I’m sorry you had to suffer through that, those demons that a simple bard that weaves stories into songs can’t erase. Alright, no more feeling sorry for yourself. It’s time to get out and spend the rest of the day enjoyable, perfect for my precious Cecilia.” 

Without any warnings, he picked you up and jumped out of your window. Shrieking at the sudden fast pace, you instinctively wrapped your hands around him as he landed on the ground. Giving you a smug smile while saying “didn’t think i’d let you fall now?” Please slap him. Anyway, he laughed at your aggression and continued to run. Even if you ask where you’re going, he just says it's a secret. So might as well enjoy being in his arms as he continues to run (you swear you can feel the wind adding to his speed but that was just maybe your imagination-).

After a while, he placed you down and you realized where you are. It was Starsnatch Cliff, surrounding you were Cecilia flowers. Venti jumped on you, making you fall to the ground as he giggles. His hat flown back from the force of his sudden attack, he still has that stupid big smile on his face. Since his laughter is contagious, you couldn’t help but laugh alongside him. His eyes glistened with delight at the sight of your smile finally. Grabbing your hand and placing the bracelet he made, he pressed a kiss on your knuckle.

“This bracelet shall be a promise from me to you, a fellow bard to the fairest queen/king. I shall love you for eternity, this heart will only beat for you, and this body belongs to you. If you’re in dire need of assistance, don’t hesitate to call me. I’ll be there, forever and always. Happy birthday, my sweet flower.”

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[magioftheseas]

Take It Like A Man!!

Summary: An alternate scene in which Nidai does It to Matsuda in Chapter 26 of Super Danganronpa 2: Matsuda Yasuke’s Battle of Despair and Wits.

Rating: T+

Warnings: It’s suggestive. Also blood that was in the original fic. There’s specifically a nosebleed.

Notes: Y’all should’ve seen this coming. I don’t know how Nidai became a secondary love interest in this AU but he is one so he’s gonna get his own gay af bonus scene with Matsuda. It’s only fair. Sorry, Owari.

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“KATSUUUUU!!!”

Owari took off in a dash towards him. Her arms spread out and she propelled herself forward with a leap. Matsuda quickly side-stepped out of the way, and she smashed into the ground.

“Oogh! Urgh!” Owari spat out dirt and grass. She rubbed at her face, voice coming out as a nasal whine. “The hell did you dodge for?! Dirty coward!”

“No,” Nidai said, laughing as he walked up. “Pretty smart on Matsuda’s part! With his frame, he would’ve just crumbled under ya! This is why dodging can be just as effective as throwing a punch! Letting gravity do all the work! Gwahaha!”

Owari let out a groan of frustration. “It’s so cowardly!”

“Sorry if having self-preservation counts as being cowardly,” Matsuda retorted. “Even though pride doesn’t mean shit on death’s bed.” He pauses, noticing the dribble of dark red down Owari’s lip and dripping off her chin onto her shirt. He grimaced, realizing. “You’re bleeding. Come on.”

Owari blinked up at his hand. A grin split her face and before Matsuda was able to fully register the fucking awful mistake he just made—she snatched his wrist and yanked him down, trapping him with a headlock as she furiously rubbed her fist to his hair.

“Shouldn’t have let down your guard, Katsuuuuu!”

Nidai laughed heartily at the sight. Matsuda decided that next time—fucking next time, he was just going to let Owari bleed out and leave her for dead. Especially if she was going to bleed on him. On the clean lab coat he just fucking put on.

He furiously smacked her arm and it probably hurt him more than it hurt him. She dropped him and he unceremoniously smacked into her lap as she cackled. Nidai lifted him up by the scruff of his coat and settled him back on his feet.

“It’s nice that you two are getting along,” he said as he dusted Matsuda off, cheerfully and willfully oblivious to Matsuda boiling with unrestrained ire. “That said, Owari you should go with him to get your nose bandaged. It’s important to take care of your body.” Pausing, he seems to notice Matsuda’s stiff shoulders and moves to squeeze them. “And Matsuda, you should let me do it.”

“You’re gonna do it with him, too?!” Owari exclaimed. “I thought I was special, old man!”

“Matsuda clearly NEEDS it!” Nidai bellowed back. “Do not be so SELFIIIIIIISH!!”

Yeah. Sure. Matsuda thought, twitching. Scream right next to my fucking ear. God. This is why I hate jocks.

Unfortunately, he was now in a situation where fleeing wasn’t an option. Another reason why jocks were the worst. Too dumb for emotional manipulation, too unyielding for any physical backlash from a guy who skipped every gym class to bury his nose in medical texts. There was basically no way of dealing with them.

Matsuda sighed loudly.

“Right. Anyway.” He shuddered when Nidai squeezed his shoulders again. This time had more of a damned effect, proving the power of those strong hands. Damn that meathead. “I have—places to be. I’m going to the pharmacy so I can bandage up the rabid chick’s nose in the meantime if...” Another squeeze. Matsuda bit his tongue to muffle any responding groan before smacking Nidai’s hand. “Stop that! I... Urgh...”

Inventory is important... Inventory... Inventory...

 “Will you come back and let me do it?” Nidai asked with utmost seriousness. Hating himself for feeling his face get hot, Matsuda bit down harder on his tongue.

I did get some lotion from the MonoMono Machine...

He really did get all kinds of weird fucking items. Particularly the lotion in question with its tacky bottle and perverse branding. For rubbing aaaaaaaall over your bear body, upupupu. Something like that. He would’ve tossed it on that offense alone, but it was actually pretty high-quality lotion...

And wouldn’t it feel really nice?

“I guess...there are bandages in my cottage...” He ended up mumbling. “But I still gotta go to the pharmacy...”

“Bwahaha!” Nidai patted his back. “Then you’ll go after! For now... To your place, YEAH?! MATSUDAAAAA?!”

Owari was fuming at him, cheeks an impressive shade of red considering the blood still flowing from her nose.

“Yeah,” Matsuda croaked, electing to just ignore her. “My place.”

--

Well. They were in his cottage and he did get the first aid kit for Owari first thing, but—it was feeling a bit crowded. And he didn’t have a door for his bathroom. He shouldn’t give a damn, he really shouldn’t but...

“Owari, you don’t mind stepping out, right?” Nidai asked gruffly, cracking his knuckles. “The point of it is to get Matsuda to relax. It’d be better if we were alone.”

Owari sighed heavily, pinching her nose as she did.

“I gueeeeeeeeess.”

Still huffy, she still tossed them once last glare before heading to the door. She slammed the door shut hard enough to rattle the hinges. She almost fucking broke it.

Matsuda fumed next except Nidai clapped his hand down on his shoulder. He jumped, staring up stupidly at Nidai’s grinning face.

“Let’s get started. Now!” He bellowed, “STRIIIIIIIIIP!!!”

“She can still hear you,” Matsuda hissed, but he shed his coat anyway. Annoyance couldn’t compete with his resolve and now that he had Nidai in his cottage, he’d be fucking damned if he didn’t see it to the end. “Just don’t shout so fucking much. We can be professionals about this.”

Nidai chortled, but that fire in his gaze burned and burned as Matsuda undressed. Tie. Dress shirt. Pants. Nidai’s gaze swept his frame, but that was an inferno that Matsuda wasn’t going to get caught in right now.

Even if he still felt a little flustered about it as he went to lie down face first on the bed. Only in his underwear. He heard the rustling of Nidai taking off his own jacket.

“There’s lotion in my coat pocket,” Matsuda mumbled before he forgot. “It’s hard to miss. Shaped like a certain shitty bear.”

Nidai harrumphed but he dug out the lotion anyway. He inhaled sharply.

“Ah! This is GOOD stuff! Owari likes it a lot!” Nidai sounded very, very fucking pleased. “Alright, Matsuda! The road to a brand new world is gonna be SLICK!”

Brand new world, huh? He listened to the bottle being popped open. He felt goosebumps rise on his skin despite the temperature being the same as always. It wouldn’t be the first fucking time he was almost naked like this. Unfortunately, it was impossible to pretend that this was just like any physical.

“This your first time?” Nidai asked, and Matsuda doesn’t have to look to know he’s coming closer. He can hear it in those heavy steps. “Has anyone else ever had ya like this?”

It’s not helped by Nidai almost whispering for once. As if he had to be careful with the weight of each word.

“Don’t think so,” Matsuda grumbled. “I’ve just never really have the time.”

Why the fuck am I so embarrassed about this?

He tries not to flinch when the bed dipped significantly under Nidai’s weight. He forced himself to calm the fuck down when he felt Nidai’s smooth, slick hands on his back.

“No good,” Nidai growled. “You need to take time out for yourself.”

Nidai’s thumbs pressed hard into a knot just under his shoulder blades. Matsuda muffles a yelp and he wonders if he should grab a pillow or something—except that isn’t going to fucking work because his body needs to be straight and flat. Dammit.

Nidai worked down his spine and he was helpless. Each twinge was strange, but he still loosened under the ministrations, relaxing more and more. Sparks of pleasure had him groan in relief, and he wasn’t even bothered by the weird ‘ratatata’s being grumbled under Nidai’s breath.

“You like it, don’t you?” Nidai asked, voice low and husky. “Now you won’t be able to live without it.”

God, he’s so fucking ridiculous.

So much so that Matsuda can’t help but laugh.

“Do you have any idea how you fucking sound right now?” He almost chokes on a sudden purr when Nidai kneads his lower back. “Fuck, that feels really nice.”

Sometimes, he can’t help but be a hypocrite, sighing and humming in a way that was almost obscene. He felt himself quiver with a particularly deep press into his nape, and Nidai chuckled softly under his breath.

“That’s it. Feel the POWER of the Ultimate Masseur, NIDAI NEKOMARUUUUU!!!”

“Stop yelling, keep massaging,” Matsuda snapped. He sighed again when Nidai didn’t halt in rubbing down the knots in his shoulders. “Oh fuuuuck, that’s it...”

With each knot kneaded out, it was a lifetime of stress melting away. He could’ve dozed off like this and indeed, he did give in a little and for once in his life, he just—stopped—thinking.

After a while, his eyes fluttered open. Nidai’s hands weren’t on him anymore, but he still felt the other’s weight situated on the corner of the bed. Pushing himself up, Matsuda did in fact feel his body much easier to move. Looser, even. He stretched with a soft whine, and—there. A flinch. From the other party.

When he turned, Nidai flashed him with a broad grin.

“There’s still work to be done on your shoulders, but I didn’t want to disturb ya!” A hearty laugh, but one that seemed more breathless than before.

“You can keep going, then,” Matsuda said immediately and would’ve flopped back down had Nidai not pulled him back.

“Just like this is fine,” was muttered into his hair and those large hands gripped and squeezed his shoulders. In a more cranky state of mind, Matsuda would’ve groused about the sudden strangeness in the atmosphere.

But, Matsuda was feeling pretty compliant. It was clear now how Nidai managed to tame Owari. All Nidai had to do was press his thumb like so into the knot under Matsuda’s nape and Matsuda would jump off a fucking bridge for this.

For now, he just hummed in contentment as Nidai works his magic once more.

Until there’s another pause.

“Ahaha. Haha.” Did Nidai’s laugh sound a bit dry? “You said you had to go to the pharmacist, right?”

He had almost completely forgotten.

“Urgh.” Matsuda groaned as the reality of the situation settled right back in his head. Like a fucking infestation of cockroaches. “Fuck, right.”

“We can continue again later,” Nidai was saying. “Even if you’re not one of my athletes, you’re still...”

He trails off. Matsuda is too busy retrieving his clothes to comment on it, but he does notice the meathead coach’s sudden sheepishness.

He’s not...?

Nidai’s blush darkened when he glanced back.

The reality of the situation settled in. Nidai looked away.

...it’s nothing. It’s just the circumstances that are strange. Don’t—don’t be fucking stupid and look so deeply into something like...

He needed. To get his damn shoes.

But when he swings down to retrieve them, he realizes his door has been opened.

And Owari is fucking glaring at him from the crack.

“What the FUCK?!”

And maybe, just maybe, Matsuda was a little too fucking flustered after all. And maybe he flung his shoe a little too hard. Owari may have taken it like a champ, but like a fucking idiot, she took it to the fucking face. Right on the damn nose.

“You were taking so LONG!” she exclaimed, completely undeterred with her stained bandage. It’d have to be replaced, she was probably bleeding again. “I won’t have ya completely monopolizing the old man’s IT!”

Nidai broke into uproarious laughter and Matsuda cursed himself out for expecting things to play out any other stupid fucking way.

This really isn’t the place for it. So, don’t fucking think about it. If this was a story, it’d be a fucking horror, not a romance.

“Right,” he griped. “To the fucking pharmacy, then.”

He just needed to get dressed. It’d be like nothing ever happened. Nothing at all.

At least it was a lot easier to move now.

I’ll have to see that brand new day again. Preferably soon. And then... I don’t know, maybe things can be normal?

The events transpired as normal. As expected. Whatever.

(But, no, he never got the chance to experience it again. But if he knew it’d be the first and last time on these stupid fucking islands, it wouldn’t have changed a thing between him, Nidai, or even Owari for that matter.)

[a-copper-butterfly]

Battle of the Blades

I did a thing. 

this was inspired by the wonderful @lumosinlove. this is a Coops fic with background Cubs. baciscly Ice Hockey + Figure Skating = profit. im not sure if i will continue this, i have put it under the line as it a little spicy!!!

There is a mark on the ceiling. Remus let the thought float through his mind. It was early in the morning, the open window letting the fresh summer air in as his boyfriend tried to chew a hole in his neck.

Sirius was a comforting weight over his chest as he slowly ground his hips into his abdomen. He wasn’t completely hard, if he was honest, his body was still half asleep. It wasn’t the first time he had woken up with his boyfriend on top of him. It seemed to be part of their daily routine now.

Wake up. Turn off the alarm. Get Sirius off. Shower. Peanut butter on toast. Out the door to practice.

Remus smiled, pulling his hand out of Sirius’ hair. He admired the silver and gold ring on his left hand. Not boyfriend, fiancé.

He gasped when Sirius found that wonderful spot just under his ear, his morning scruff rubbing along his jaw.

With a gentle tug on his hair, Sirius pulled back. Remus gave him a push and Sirius gladly rolled onto his back, pulling Remus with him. He straddled Sirius’ stomach as he leant down, bracing his elbows on either side of his face. He kissed Sirius deeply, taking his time to count all his teeth and stroking his tongue with his own. Sirius’ hands made their way down his back. One reaching down to grab at his ass, while the other traced the three moles that lined his tail bone. The familiarity of the touch made Remus smile, breaking the kiss.

“We have practice.” Remus murmured into Sirius’ mouth, his voice husky. Sirius growled as Remus sucked his earlobe into his mouth, tracing its outline with his tongue. Both Sirius' hands grabbed at his thighs as he rutted up into the crevice of Remus' ass, head turned to the side to give him more access to his neck. Remus ghosted his lips down the strip of sensitive skin. Sirius closed his eyes and sighed waiting for Remus lips to settle on a spot.

Remus grinned and sat up. He patted Sirius on the hip and slid off his lap to get out of bed. Sirius whined again rolling after his deserting fiancé. He ended up spread across their king sized bed like some sort of renaissance painting on the origin of man - all he was lacking was a neatly placed fig leaf.

“Come on get up,” Remus pulled open his wardrobe, picking out clothes for the day. He also pulled out clothes for Sirius too, throwing them on the disgruntled man.

“Mon Loup come back to bed,” Sirius’ use of his deep sexy bed room voice nearly got Remus to crack but after taking a moment to catch his breath, he diligently found clean underwear for both of them, steering clear of grabby hands.

“Nope,” Remus stretched out his back, causing Sirius to make a dog-like noise behind him, “but if you’re quick, you can join me in the shower.” 

He tossed a wink over his shoulder to the other man, who almost injured himself trying to rip the bedsheets off his legs.

 Remus held Sirius’ coffee as he tried to get his kit bag to sit right on his back. They began to walk away from the car, Remus handing the cup over when Sirius had stopped fussing. Kit bag over his back, and one hand holding his drink, the other loosely linked his free hand with Remus’. 

As they made their way to the engraved, Remus noticed there were more reporters outside milling about than normal. Remus took a sip of his coffee as Sirius scanned them in watching the vulchers snapping photos of them.

As Remus laced his skates in the locker room, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He frowned as he looked up, “Coach?”

“Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Oh goodness. What had he done? Coach never pulled him over, he was a model player. Always on time, never late, out on the ice and running drills while the rest of them fought over water bottles.

Remus nodded, following Coach into one of the small meeting rooms just off the side of the rink. Coach dropped into a seat, gesturing for Remus to do the same. He had to focus on his breathing, his mind running through hundreds of reasons why Coach would want to talk to him. They all had similar themes, mainly revolving around the League reconsidering Remus’ place on the team. His PT job had already been filled so that wasn't available for him to go back to. He was going to walk out of this room with no job and no team. His mind was taken back to memories of walking out a similar room years ago after the incident. He felt a pit open in his stomach, his brain starting to white out. It was only when Leo dropped into the chair next to him that he let out the breath he was holding, noticing Finn and Logan messing about by the door. 

It was like whiplash. One moment he was panicking over whether he would have a job at the end of the day. The next Leo was Complaining about having a sore back. Coach sat up in his chair waiting for the last two players to join the meeting. 

“So the lions have been very popular lately.” he said, taking his glasses off and cleaning them with the side of his shirt. 

“Woo Loops!” Finn clapped him on the shoulder. Remus was still reeling so could only give a cracked smile in reply. “Shut up.” Coach called in the tone of someone who was used to being ignored.

So im assuming non of you mutton heads have seem battle of the blades.

“I love that show.” Finn sat up taking interest in the conversation. 

“Why did I know you where going to say that?” Coach muttered to himself. he rubbed his faces before going back to business,

“Look the league has asked that we send some of the team to the show bringing some of this media attention.” He leaned forward on his elbows looking over the four men at the table “We also want to separate you form Siriues.” he paused on Remus looking him in the eye. Remus frowned not really understanding what Coach was saying. Why would they want to separate him and Sirius. Unless they where trying to force them apart,

“What.” he asked, eyes beginning to widen, they couldn't separate them, could they?

“Not like that.” Coach pacified the frantic thoughts bouncing around in his head. He held his hand out in an attempt to calm the ex-PT, “not like that. But you are seen as part of him. You are a brilliant player on your own Remus we just need the public to see you not just The Caps Boyfriend.” 

“Fiancé.” Remus muttered like an after thought as he chewed over what Coach had said. He was still struggling to throw off the hot-guy-on-the-bench name. People did just see him as Sirius’ other half - they had been called up on favouritism more times than he can count. 

“Fiancé, I mean.” Coach corrected himself, watching Remus as he thought.

“Fine.” Remus huffed leaning back in his chair finally shaking the panic off from earlier, “but if you wanted to pull attention away fromyour gay players you could have picked something with less spandex and glitter.” Logan and Finn bursted into giggles as Leo gave him a gentle tap on the arm.

 Sirius glided up to the boards where Remus was pulling his blade covers off his skates. He had finished his warm ups a while ago but was waiting for Remus to get out of his meeting just in case he was needed.

“What was that about Rem?” he asked, letting his skates clunk against the boards. Remus looked over at his fiancé. He opened his mouth to reply, only to be drowned out by the Cubs’ cheers. Finn leaped over the boards, swiftly followed by Leo and Logan.

“WE ARE GOING TO BE ICE DANCERS!” was bellowed across the ice. Coach dropped down on the bench next to the new PT shaking his head; from his expression, Remus could tell he was already regretting his decisions. Finn began to sing a butchered version of “Time Of My Life” from Dirty Dancing, skating about before shouting at Leo to catch him. 

“What he said,” Remus blinked at Sirius.

Coach put an end to the impromptu dance recital with a shout to get back to warm ups. Sirius started practicing controlling the puck as Remus dropped down into his stretches.

After stretching, Remus and Sirius passed the puck between them as they talked.

“Are you going to be in one of those tight leotards Mon Loup?” whispered as he circled around Remus before passing the puck.

“God I hope not.” he muttered taking a shot at the open goal. It went in, of course, and Sirius fetched a new puck.

“You’re no fun, but it will be nice to cheer for you on the other side of the glass for once.” he paused leaning on his stick, “that and everyone can see how good you are on skates.”

“That was what coach said,” Remus watched him tap the puck about, admiring the way he handled it so skillfully.

Sirius paused, looking up at Remus with a frown. “That you look good on skates?”

“No,” he said with a laugh, “that people only see me through you. That I need to make a name for myself outside of our relationship.”

“That is a good point.” they had stopped what they were doing now, just sliding closer on the ice, as if there really was a magnetic pull between them.

“I’m not sure Pads,” Remus murmured, taking hold of one of Sirius' gloved hands, “I will go from the player who is the captain's husband to the player that was on that dancing show once.” Fire danced in Sirius' eyes. A quick tug on the hand and Remus was in his space.

“Say it again.” he ordered, prompting Remus’ eyes to light up like Sirius’.

“The captain's husband,” he whispered as husky as he could, leaning in towards Sirius. 

Before it could get any more heated, though, James zipped by, yelling at them to get a room before they melted the ice.

“As much as I love you saying that, this will give you the spotlight for a bit.” Sirius located the abandoned puck and they went back to passing it to and fro. “Enough time for everyone to fall in love with you like I did.” Remus smiled at his fiancé, watching him shift as he took the shot at the goal.

“You’re such a sap,” he pulled him in quickly for a light peck on the lips.

“I love you,” Sirius said, chasing after more kisses.

“I love you too. But I will love you more if you can do all these drills perfectly.” 

 Sirius’ thighs burned, this was so much better than doing squats. Probably better for you too. It worked more on his quads than his calves. The view wasn’t too bad either.

Remus was flushed down to his nipples; his head was thrown back, showing off a long pale neck that was just begging to be marked. His hips twitched and thrusted when Sirius sank back down onto him. His fiancé was panting hard, elbows digging into the bed as both hands gripped Sirius’. He held on so tight, as if letting go would shatter him into a million pieces.

Sirius gasped, sinking down again onto Remus’ cock. He was leaking like a tap, making a mess of Remus’ lower chest and stomach. Remus flexed his shoulders; the new muscles he had gained during his training made for a lovely sight.

“Are you gonna cum love?” Sirius murmured lowly, prompting Remus to make an incredibly sexual noise. His eyes, blown wide with arousal, caught Sirius’ as he sank down. Sirius gyrated his hips, massaging his prostate slowly. His eyes began to droop but he determinedly held eye contact. Remus just groaned again,“use your words.” Sirius ordered.

“Am I allowed to?” Remus’ voice was by far the sexiest thing Sirius had ever heard. It was deep and husky. He basked in the moment, letting his eyes close as he bobbed up and down. He then looked right back at Remus. 

“You have to make me first,” Sirius smirked but his cockiness was quickly knocked out of him when Remus flipped them over.

Now, with his legs wrapped around Remus' waist, the angle stabbed at his prostate perfectly.

“Yes!” Sirius hissed at the sudden stimulation. Remus pinned his hands above his head as he rocked into him. Sirius‘ eyes rolled to the back of his head as Remus set a punishing pace.

It didn’t take long for both of them to cum after that. They were both reduced to a sweaty, sticky, panting mess. They refused to stop kissing, even as they struggled to catch their breath.

When everything started to get uncomfortable, Remus reluctantly pulled away. He rose on wobbly legs to fetch a washcloth.

“I can't believe you will be gone for two months tommorow.” the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

“It’s six weeks, baby, not eight.” was Remus’ reply. It echoed slightly off the tiled walls. Sirius rolled over onto his stomach, chin pillowed in his hands.

“Feels like eight,” he grumbled. Remus walked back in on more stable legs. The wash cloth was warm as Remus gently swiped over Sirius. He smiled to himself and let his eyes close as his fiancé took care of him.

“It’s not that long.” Remus comforted him, depositing the cloth in the laundry basket and crawling back up the bed. He lay down next to him, pushing a hand through Sirius’ hair. “I will probably be out in the first round anyway, so in reality it will only be two weeks.”

“Don’t put your self down like that,” Sirius snuggled closer, tucking his head against Remus’ neck; he could smell the sex they had just had on his skin. It pleased a possessive part of himself that he didn’t like to think about too much.

“Do you think this is a mistake Pads?” Remus whispered, pulling Sirius closer to him, “if I ask Coach he might be able to get me out of this.”

“Rem, you’re going to be great. My gut says so.” Remus laughed.

“Well as long as your gut says so who am I to question it.” Sirius smiled into his neck, kicking the bed quilt till it covered just their legs; it was too hot to have it over them. He closed his eyes to sleep.

 Remus stood with the three cubs behind him, trying to remember the kisses Sirius had covered him with before he got on the plane. 

They were all in their hockey gear, Logan in all his pads being flanked on both sides by his boys.

To Remus’ left was Ivo Aleksandrov, a player for the Hufflepuff Badgers; he smiled and waved, but mostly kept to himself. He was spinning his stick around absentmindedly, leaning against the wall.

Lyuba Fedoroa was on his right from the Ravenclaw Ravens, her blue uniform picking out her piercing blue eyes. It may be that she was the only girl there but she had a firm air of don’t-touch-me about her. It was a run in with her that made the cubs use Remus as a defensive wall between them.

A scruffy looking guy with headphones and a clipboard was briefing them on what was about to happen.

“So when your name is called, skate to the spot on the ice. Let’s get the crowd hyped, alright? Wave your stick, whatever you want. The presenters are going to chat about you for a bit, then your partner will be called onto the rink. They will do a bit of a show for the audience, then you both skate to center ice. Greet each other and then head over to the presenters who will chat with you a bit. Please for the love of god try not to drop the F bomb.” The man looked like he did this every year and every year he was ignored.

“No swearing? Do you know who we are?!” Finn chucked, getting an elbow from Logan. The man just leveled him with a stare before making a note on his clipboard.

“Well are we ready?” he asked, looking around the group. He was answered with a series of murmured affirmatives before nodding and walking away. He managed to vanish in the mass of cameras and tech crew. Remus turned his attention to the small screen that showed the presenter talking about the last year on the show. showing clips of best bits and biggest falls. It was slightly comforting that falls where expected.

Behind him, he could hear the cubs whispering to each other. Logan seemed a little nervous whereas Finn was practically vibrating out with excitement. Leo was comforting Logan, tapping his glove quietly. They used the excuse that all six of them were crushed together against the boards, to stand close together. Remus, though, noticed that the slight brushes and bumps were not just from the small space. He was glad that the outsiders were on his other side. He was more than a metaphorical wall between their relationship and the outside world at the moment.

The headphones guy was back and standing at the gate to the ices. The high glass walls had been blacked out, to stop people seeing who was about to appear on the ice. It was unnerving being able to smell the cold, feel it on his face and hear the slashing of ice skates but not see the ice at all.

Headphones guy beckoned Ivo over, looking down at his list and saying something to him. He got a nod in response.

The presenters were gearing up to introduce this year’s skaters, so Ivo was probably going first. 

Well, thought Remus, here goes nothing.

Why was he always last? Finn had just skated out to a cheering crowd. He had really riled them up, taking a moment to skate around waving. The presenters had lapped it up, gushing about how adorable he was. Remus could see Finn quickly becoming a crowd favorite. He had met up with his dance partner, a small thing with beautifully dark skin. Her hair was neatly pinned on the top of her head in a bun. She had laughed at Finn’s antics taking his arm and pulling him off the ice to the presenters.

Finally, Headphone guy waved him over. Suddenly Remus felt his heart in his throat. Even stepping back onto the ice for his first game had not scared him as much as having to step out now. He reasoned it could have been that he had the team before. Now he had to do this alone. 

Well he had the cubs. He just had to make it through the next five minutes. 

As Headphones guy gave him a pat on the back, he realized that his name had just been called. He stepped out onto the ice and was instantly blinded. There was a spotlight on him. He pushed away from the boards to the spot that he had been told to stand on. He could hear the crowd, but the bright light meant that he couldn't see them. They cheered and he stood frozen for a moment, then he raised his stick in the air. The only thing he could think of to do. The crowd cheered louder. 

Remus smiled. He could hear the announcer talk him up for a few moments.

“Dancing with Lupin this year is three time Grand Prix Champion, our very own Princess BubbleGum! Nymphadora Tonks!” 

Across the ice the gate opened a flash of pink darted out. Dressed in a grey outfit, a pink haired young lady zipped around in an ark on the ice. As she reached the center of the circle she lifted one leg and moved her other skate in a odd way. Pushing off with one foot she jumped and span getting a roar form the crowed when she landed it. Remus got a good look at her bright mischievous smile. 

Suddenly that smile was skating very quickly towards him. Not knowing what else to do he dropped his stick and caught the tiny skater who laughed loudly at him wrapping her legs around his waist letting go with her arms waving them above her head, forcing Remus to hold her up. She was laughing her head off as he set her back on the ice. Around them the crowed was ecstatic. Smiling as best he could without showing how freaked out he was Remus took Nymphadora arm and they skated towards the presenters.

[dotthings]

Well that was traumatic.

Like last week, a very standard-feeling MOTW, almost pointedly standard, until...it wasn’t. Only this time it wasn’t a twist in the hunt, it was mytharc crashing into a hunt that was called out, in text, as “too easy.” How very very interesting. 

So it seems the deep freeze on the part of pointedly not mentioning Cas is over. Sam’s been texting him. A lot. So many texts. Yeesh Cas, take pity on the boy and answer him. From the texts I glimpsed on screen it looks like Dean didn’t tell Sam anything, just some vague excuse about Cas needing to go off to do something or other on his own for whatever reason mumble mumble, oooh pie. So Sam doesn’t know what went down there. 

Dean is still using food to not deal with his feelings. It’s the same demeanor we saw in 15.04--food humor, stuffing his face, and we see this facade throughout the episode. Dean has cultivated and built this I’m fine facade because he has to, just to keep going. He is genuinely relieved thinking Chuck is gone, but there’s still the doubt cast over his whole life and what was real about it and what wasn’t. Last week’s pep talk to Sam--fake it ‘til you make it. Dean trying to talk himself into that and cheer Sam up, and it is something to shoot for. As if Dean’s going to talk himself into it. If he says it enough, he’ll believe it. Jensen’s performance is just the right amount of believably forced. It’s not ostentatious, the pain is held just beneath the surface and I get the feeling of Dean walling things off, like he’s stuff all those doubts into a box and slammed the lid and it’s in there screaming and throwing things at the door, like AU Michael, but Dean’s going to keep motoring because what else can he do.

Why, why, WHY why did I have to see Dean shooting Samifer with the Colt, I can never unsee this. Oh now I have to see Dean burning up, consumed by flames at Samifer’s command, oh no WHY DO I HAVE TO SEE THIS. How many times will S15 make me witness Sam or Dean killing the other. 

And as this ep makes abundantly clear, yet again, to show us the undesirable ending. Just to make it even more clear we’ve got codependent werewolf brothers one killing the other and then killing himself, we’ve got existential despair, we’ve got an incredibly pointedly standard drab MOTW where the ep noticeably improves once it turns out it’s not what it seems. This is all so pointed I’m going to get a paper cut. For those who missed it in the back: a narrative without hope and a miserable hopeless ending and codependency and no growth is the undesirable big bad here, the ending the actual big bad villain wants, and the goal of the heroes is to subvert and stop that. To make a better outcome. 

Gosh it’s like dark narratives that offer a sense of hope and catharsis and a better outcome is a valid thing or something, not something that means you need therapy for wanting in your fiction, isn’t that just wild.

Also the degree that SPN is deconstructing its own MOTW routine, in text, is fascinating. It’s not a takedown on early MOTW, but it seems like a very meta-textual self-awareness of the role of MOTW in modern SPN, what SPN is now. And the same thing over and over just isn’t going to cut it.

I really enjoyed this scene with Dean’s understanding and compassion for this terrified girl. Demonstrating the comfort Sam and Dean can offer people, they go after the monsters. He’s not even trying to hide what they do as sometimes the Winchesters have, yes ma’am, rabid bobcat that escaped from the zoo none of that here. And Dean’s face watching the girl crying. 

“Do you like your job?”

And Dean says “there’s a lot of bad but it feels good to help people. I’m where I’m supposed to be” -- which is a sad little callback to Dean’s self-assurance about his life and who he is in the middle of S14. The saddest part is he really did get there, or at least a start, and now he’s doubting his whole life because of Chuck’s plot manipulations and I’m sad, but I don’t think it’s all torn down. It’s still there, it’s being battered and torn but Dean got there and Chuck isn’t going to destroy it forever.

Dean’s FACE when Ashley says how everything is so random and awful and wouldn’t it be easier if it was all planned out “and decided for you.”

There’s several lines in here where characters point out the case is “too easy”--Sam says it and then Lilith and maybe a few other instances I didn’t jot down. It definitely felt that way before the twist, as I said, like 15.04...it felt a little too rote. But then it wasn’t.

The werewolf brother shoots his brother, a very obvious mirror to Sam and Dean killing each other in Sam’s visions. “He turned into a monster. And I’m a monster too” and then the poor guy kills himself yikes. 

When Ashley fell on the antlers at first I thought Chuck was going to mess with them by having the victim they saved die due to a random senseless accidental death and that would be nasty af but Chuck had even bigger plans because WTF that’s LILITH. Oh ok.

Very very standard MOTW takes dark twist, then swerves even more darkly deep into mytharc territory.

OH NO ANOTHER VISION MOC DEAN GOING AFTER SAM

“This isn’t you”

In Chuck’s bleak endings, yellow crayons never work. MoC demon Dean kills Sam. 

NOPE.

Also no Cas in the AU/ending again. I was kind of assuming demon blood Sam killed him in the vision in 15.04 or maybe it was a world without a Cas. But if these are possible endings to this Sam and Dean, then there was a Cas at one point, and so my theory that demon blood Sam killed him seems likely.

In the MoC Dean one, oh there was absolutely a Cas. Because MoC Dean killed him. Because “You’re living my life backwards.” Moc Dean killed Cas, his Collette, and then he killed Sam, his brother. It’s Cain’s prophecy about Dean’s potential dark path fulfilled.

“That was God too, right?” This line was so heartwrenching, Dean really is questioning absolutely everything they ever did.

Then Lilith mocks that Dean “bonding with the victim” scene. EXCUSE ME LILITH HOW DARE.  

This is extra cruel, because it’s some of the best parts of Dean being played against him. Dean was being his best heroic compassionate self there, and Lilith was playing him the whole time. My heart is cracking.

A Cas mention, even Dean participates. This is a big enough crisis that he can’t just stay high top the thing not!mentioning Cas, much as Dean tried to do that. He’s not ready to deal with any of his Cas feelings.

Interesting though, Dean’s weapon of choice was an angel blade, even after that breakup. 

“God was supposed to be gone.” YOU ARE BREAKING MY HEART. I KNEW THIS WAS COMING, AND IT STILL HURTS. “This was supposed to be over. We were done. We were free.” Oh Dean my poor bb.

So now they have flipped again. Last week Dean was holding it together while Sam found it hard to keep on, now Dean’s hope is gone and he loses his grip on his attempt to act okay as if acting okay can make him be okay. Which he could do for only so long, but could do it more and longer without the emotional horror of discovering Chuck isn’t gone and he’s still messing with them. Dean was trying to keep a toe-hold on purpose and meaning but that was a facade and this ep just rips that thin poncho of fake it 'til you make it violently away.

While Sam, because of the wound from the equalizer, apparently can see right into Chuck’s brain. Maybe Chuck doesn’t know, or is Chuck purposefully taking the opportunity to use that wound to inflict this emotional horror on Sam.

(btw how many times am I going to use the phrase emotional horror in my S15 metas. So many).

“Chuck only likes one kind of ending.” So these aren’t AU’s...these are Chuck’s endings for the story where Sam and Dean kill each other. Note again the lack of Cas in these scenarios. And why could that be. Because to get there, Chuck has to get rid of Cas. Cas has to stay out of the story. Let me point you back to my theory on the uniqueness of Team Free Will in this world and Cas’s importance in Sam and Dean’s lives. This still fits even if these aren’t AU’s but potential endings. Cas is the crack in the chassis. The spanner in the works. Really inconvenient for Chuck and his quest for the miserable terrible no good hopeless very bad ending for Sam and Dean.

[writebycandlelight]

Over the Wall

Prompt: An accident pushes forward some much needed admissions. 

Word Count: 2,189

Pairing: Erwin x Reader

A/N: This is my first time writing Erwin, and I hope he doesnt feel to OOC T3T for some reason I find him hard to write for even though I think he’s like HOT AF. I think it has to do with me knowing he values humanity over a single person. Anyway...ENJOY.

Erwin was speaking to one of his Squad Leaders, pointing to where they needed to move the cannons next when screams interrupted his orders. By the edge of the wall, one of the Section Commanders, (Y/N), gasped. Erwin froze as he looked at the tottering woman, her eyes were as wide as saucers as she grasped at air and went over the edge of the wall. 

Erwin heard himself scream ‘no!’ as he raced forward after (Y/N) but his outstretched hand missed by a mile, grasping at air.

His other soldiers rushed to the edge of the wall, the wrong side of the wall to fall from if any. 

Over the edge of the wall, (Y/N) frantically pressed for gas, but it wasn’t working! She cursed, she’d just gotten her gear repaired. This wasn’t supposed to be happening! 

She could barely think now as her equipment failed her. Her (color) eyes looked up at the wall as she fell, things felt like they were going in slow motion. Atop the wall, staring down at her in horror were two icy blue orbs. 

“Erwin-” she cried out, her arms reaching toward his but her focus was cut off as she was roughly stopped from falling. 

She grunted and pain shot down her arm as her body jerked from the sudden movement. She screamed in agony, her hand clawing at her shoulder that felt like it was on fire. She hung limp biting back tears of pain that threatened to fall. But as (Y/N) regained her focus, she shrieked as she realized what held her.

“No!” she screamed, “No! Let me go!” But the titan, unassuming and unintelligent, began to raise her toward its open mouth.

(Y/N) blindly swung her blades at the titan, if it didn’t kill her now, the fall still might. She screamed louder and louder. This couldn’t be it. Not like this! Not because someone had knocked her off the wall. Not because she wasn’t being careful.

Her blade struck once or twice but it did nothing to stop the titan.

Praym she thought for a moment. Pray for the soldiers and pray for Erwin. Her darling Erwin. She wouldn’t even have gotten to say goodbye. At least she’d seen him one last time. (Y/N) let out one last chocked cry now as she felt herself being let go, and dropped into the titan’s mouth.

Erwin almost couldn’t move, seeing her fall like that. The look she’d given him as she’d realized she wasn’t going to survive. His heart broke and then rage and anger burned instead. Without a thought, as the first soldier to move, Erwin dove after her. He thought of nothing else but (Y/N) as he shot himself through the air, quick as a cat, Erwin sliced through the titan’s shoulder as it dangled (Y/N) over its open sticking mouth. Erwin screamed with rage and determination only to realize that the titan had dropped her and its arm dropped limply to its side.

Its huge jaws snapped shut.

“(Y/N)!” Erwin shouted as the titan gulped. He froze again, blood frozen and his face drained of color as he stood on the wall.

“No-” he whispered. His beloved (Y/N). How could he not have moved fast enough? How could he have lingered!? His grief was clouded by his own anger at himself. How could he, commander of the Survey Corp, let his own be taken like that? Right in front of him! Someone more important than a soldier in the first place. How could he let them take (Y/N), the woman he loved. His face went hot with anger. The titan would pay. He would kill it now! On his own. For her.

Erwin maneuvered himself from the wall and went straight for the nape of the neck. The titan reached out for him and was quick but Erwin was quicker. With an angry cry, Erwin sliced it’s hand off at the wrist, its hot blood splashing onto his face and into his blonde hair, but he didn’t care. It took another swing of his blades and Erwin sliced into its nape, the piece of flesh shot off the titan and it toppled over with a thunderous thud. Erwin landed on top of the titan, only to spot more coming his way. His boiling blood and grief made him want to fight them all right then and there, but he was no fool. Erwin was quick to retreat up the wall. Watching in bewilderment as the incoming titans swarmed to the fallen one. 

That was strange, Erwin thought, why were they going after it? Suddenly, from the throat of the fallen titan, a steel blade burst forth and with a gasp of life, (Y/N) followed. She breathed heavily, her injured arm hung uselessly at her side and she turned to face the incoming titans with a vengeance that made Erwin’s heart soar. That was the woman he loved. At that moment he raced back toward her.

“(Y/N)!” he called out to her, and without having realized, flanking him, came Mike and Levi. (Y/N) turned, startled by his voice and she let out a little gasp, her eyes filled with tears as Erwin scooped her up in his arm. 

“Oh, (Y/N). It’s going to be alright. You’re going to be safe,” he whispered and pressed his face to her hair, “I’ve got you now.” (Y/N) burst into tears as she dropped her blade and wrapped her working arm around him, her face pressed into his chest. Erwin hugged her to him tightly as he made his way up the wall. Levi and Mike followed close behind having made quick work of the titans.

Erwin didn’t let anyone near her as they made their way to the infirmary. He still carried her and (Y/N) was resting her head on his shoulder, her eyes were half-closed and she was looking up at him. She let out a soft quiet hum from her chest and Erwin looked down at her. Love welled up in his heart from the way she looked at him. Adoration and comfort shone back at him from her (Your Color)-colored eyes and she pressed her face against him.

“Erwin...I love you so much. I couldn’t believe I’d never told you before,” she began but Erwin shushed her. 

“Dont..don’t say things like that. You’re alive now. That is what matters to me. I love you too, (Y/N). I..I dont know what I’d do if i’d lost you,” he admitted quietly. The pain in his eyes made (Y/N) lift a hand to his cheek, caressing gently and his eyes fluttered at the touch.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he whispered to her and (Y/N) bit her lip, her eyes were glazed with tears again, but these were tears of joy. Her hand slipped into his hair and toward his neck, pulling herself up and him down as she pressed her lips to his.

Erwin kissed her deeply, tasting her, slipping his tongue into her mouth and (Y/N) let him. They kissed breathlessly until someone cleared their throat. Erwin instinctively backed away, clutching (Y/N) tighter and (Y/N)’s hand in his hair shook from the start and the pain it brought to her injured arm as he did so.

“You should get her into the infirmary before more people find you two idiots out here,” Levi said crossing his arms. Mike was just behind him, a small smile on his usually unreadable face. 

(Y/N) flushed in embarrassment and Erwin let out a dry chuckle.

“When were you planning on telling anyone you were seeing her?” Levi demanded as he led them to the infirmary.

“It explains why you needed more help with paperwork,” Mike spoke up, making eye contact with (Y/N), “and never got it done,” he smirked and winked at her. (Y/N) squeaked with more embarrassment at her superior’s teasing and hid her face in Erwin’s shoulder, but she couldn’t help but smile too. 

Levi opened the door for them and then stood there in the doorway for a moment. Erwin looked back at his friend and gave him a curt nod before turning back to (Y/N). Levi and Mike disappeared to leave them to be treated and talk.

Erwin was seated beside her as she lay resting on the infirmary bed. She was sleeping after treatment and Erwin couldn’t bear to leave her side. She looked so peaceful there, just like she had a few nights before in his bed. He reached out to touch her cheek, stroking her skin softly, he pushed away hair that had fallen onto her face back into place. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t get to you sooner,” he murmured and reached for her good hand, he intertwined their fingers and leaned down to kiss it. Her hand was warm and it comforted him to feel her warmth of life. He stayed like that for a moment lips pressed to the back of her hand before turning it over and kissing her palm. The very hand that reached out to comfort him when he was stressed and debating, the hand that brought him pleasure, the hand that reached for him even when she didn’t realize it. Just being near her brought Erwin comfort.

“It’s not your fault-” 

Erwin looked up, startled. When had she woken up?

“(Y/N)! How are you feeling, my love?” Erwin asked scooting closer.

(Y/N) smiled sleepily at him and her hand squeezed his.

“Cold and a little lonely. Climb in here and warm me up,” she urged. Erwin was a proper sort of man and she knew under any other circumstance he would likely not do what she requested. But she kind of hoped that her situation might get him closer.

Erwin hesitated until (Y/N) pouted at him. He sighed and gave her a smile, he couldn’t resist her. (Y/N) shifted in the cot as Erwin slipped into it beside her. They laid facing one another, Erwin’s arm wrapped out her hip and pulling her close. She took a deep breath, breathing in his comforting scent.

Erwin did the same. Both finding comfort in each other. They were silent for a moment until the little question that was gnawing at Erwin’s subconscious made itself known.

“(Y/N)..did you truly mean that..you loved me yesterday?” Erwin asked glancing down at her. (Y/N)’s eyebrows shot up.

“Of course I did! Erwin..how could you ever think I wouldn’t love you?”

Erwin shook his head, “I just...i was concerned you might have said it in the heat of the moment. After what happened it can..make us say things-”

“Wait- did you...do you not-” (Y/N) said, her voice cracking.

“No!” Erwin exclaimed, eyes widening and then said it more gently, “No. I do love you, (Y/N). I meant it, too.”

“Problem is, everyone else knows about it, too,” (Y/N) added, giving him a tired smile.

“Problem…” echoed Erwin. She was right. How was he going to explain this to the others? Some may not approve. He looked her over again, she seemed resigned in the idea that people might not approve and Erwin realized that he didn’t care. He didn’t care if others didn’t approve. Since when did he do things that a majority of his peers agreed with in the first place? 

Erwin felt his strength return and he all but beamed at her.

“It won’t be a problem, (Y/N). I promise you that. Whatever people think, I love you, more than anything.”

“Oh, Erwin,” (Y/N) breathed, peace falling onto her face, she took him in, in all his glory. Strong for her, strong for humanity, his smile that radiated confidence, his golden hair that shone like gold in the soft sunlight of the infirmary, the strength and comfort he gave as he held her in his arms.

Erwin was surprised as (Y/N) pulled him in for another kiss. This time more passionately than the last. He wasn’t about to argue as she pressed her body to him. The way her body moved was familiar and he felt himself grow warmer with each kiss. 

“(Y)-(Y/N)..we shouldn’t do this here,” Erwin warned. She looked into his eyes and saw the same lust that was in hers.

“Do you want to stop?” she whispered huskily. Erwin shook his head and then, with the movement of something well-practiced, Erwin picked her up and one last look around, he carried her to his quarters. (Y/N) kissed his neck where she could, her teeth nipping at his skin and Erwin groaned softly. He shut the door behind them quickly and laid her gently onto the bed. (Y/N) looked up at him with a smile. He smiled back and was quick to kiss her again. With every kiss, Erwin realized he never wanted her to stop. 

[silent-writer83]

Too Little Too Late

Request: Could you do one, which barry never puts reader feelings in considerecion because he is always after iris, and reader does everything she can to make him happy, until she hits a breaking point in the end. She ends up dying or getting really hurt! I really like your work!!

A/n: Okay so I actually had this written yesterday, but seeing your request today, I thought it fit the request pretty well. I hope you like it :D WARNING: ANGSTY AF!! SEASON 3 SPOILERS

Love was a fickle thing. it made us do the wildest of things with a barely rational reason as to why you were doing them. That’s what had gotten you here, starring down the monster himself, a coy smile on your lips and nothing but lace on your body. Savitar’s eyes dragged over your form - one that familiar hazel, the other a ghostly grey. The look in the God’s eyes was clear as day and you knew you had him right where you wanted him. With movements too fast to see he had you in his arms, back against warm sheets as lips found yours.

No one knew what you had done, or more accurately, they didn’t understand why. They only knew you as a traitor - a soft hum leaving your kiss-swollen lips as Savitar ran his hands over your form. If only they knew the truth... Sometimes you wished you would have told them, would have explained but then it would have been for naught. They couldn’t know what you were doing, fingers tangling in brown locks to drag those sinful lips back to yours.  No, you had to keep up this charade for a bit longer.

It would be a lie to say you didn’t miss him, that you weren’t still hurting. It really was just a matter of time before he left you for her. Everyone knew it, you knew it, but you didn’t want to believe it. They way he kissed you promised forever. The way he touched you, took you as his own. Barry had a claim on your heart, one that he recklessly used until he had his full and you let him - a willing victim in the game of cat and mouse he’d been playing with Iris for years. It was foolish to think it could have grown into something more, then again, love was built on foolishness wasn’t it?

“I love you,” the words whispered gently into your ear when he thought you were asleep would have had you second guessing your plans. “We’ll be God’s together once she’s gone,” and then you would remember just why you were doing this, why you’d given pieces of yourself to him. There were times you realized the selfishness in this plan, when he smiled at you with that familiar smile and touched you with those familiar hands. You wanted so badly to save him in those moments, to save him and keep him for yourself, but you knew, in the end, Savitar was too far to be saved - something the two of you had in common.

Your heart hammered as you stood there, Savitar’s hold on Iris unyielding. Barry and the others were there, their eyes filled with pain whenever they glanced at you. You gave nothing away, face a placid mask of indifference. Barry’s gaze was the worst, so broken, so betrayed. You never wanted to be the source of that for him, no matter how many times the feeling had washed over you at his hands. You weren’t a vengeful person, but you couldn’t crack, not now, not this close.

Of course they had a plan though, when didn’t they. You almost smiled when it was revealed, hoping that maybe there was a way out of this where no one had to die. Of course Savitar thwarted it and any hope you had previously held was squashed. Whatever Barry did, Savitar would see. They were linked and no plan they had would work, not as long as Barry knew, no matter how little it was. That’s why they couldn’t know. They wouldn’t know until it was too late and that’s how you wanted it.

It happened in a split second, a flash of movement as you pushed Iris aside. The blade punctured your body easily, the action so quick you almost didn’t even feel it. A smile graced your lip, eyes calm as you heard the metallic ‘schling’ of the blade retracting into Savitar’s suit. The silence that surrounded you was deafening as everyone stood in abject horror at what had just happened. This wasn’t what they foresaw, this wasn’t what was supposed to happen. You had to laugh, knees buckling at those mechanic arms caught you in an oddly gentle hold.

Savitar’s voice was first to break the silence, shattering it with a broken scream. It wasn’t supposed to be you! You were meant to be his Goddess, to rule at his side! After everything that he had been through, you were meant to be his salvation. Instead, you betrayed him with a smile painting lips he’d no longer feel against his own, a voice he’d no longer hear whisper his name. You were meant to be his happily ever after, instead, your body grew cold on his spear.

Barry stood silent, frozen as he watched Savitar scream in agony, agony he felt tear through his heart as you crumpled before him. His mind flashed with every memory, every moment he’d ever had with you. They were all so bright, not one second of pain and now he’d never had another. He couldn’t tear his eyes away as they brimmed with tears. This....This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You weren’t the one meant to get hurt, the one who was meant to die. He wasn’t supposed to lose you, not like this.

“You’ll pay for this...” the voice was low, a hiss before a streak of blue shot towards him. 

Iris choked back a sob, hands covering her mouth as she watched you fall from Savitar’s blade. His voice was a dull echo as he went after Barry. She couldn’t even spare a glance to her fiance, couldn’t tear her eyes from you as you slumped against the cold earth. Rushing to your side, shaking hands did their best to situate you comfortably against her. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry,” she wept, tears falling in thick rivers down her brown cheeks. It was supposed to be her, she was supposed to be the one. Iris had resigned herself to her fate long ago. What’s worse, the things she thought about you when you had left them, when they learned that you were working with Savitar. If only they had known....

“Hey....” you rasped, hand lifting to swipe at the tears that poured from those familiar brown eyes. “Sto...stop..crying,” your voice was a soft rasp as you forced yourself to speak. The effort was draining for those simple words. You were still smiling, oddly enough. You weren’t scared, but happy was too strong of a word. Content. You felt....content.

“It should have been me,” Iris croaked as she combed her fingers through your hair, sniffling through the tears. “Stay with me Y/n. We’re....We’re going to fix this,” Iris swore, though she had no idea if she could make good on it. That didn’t matter because she would. They.....They would find a way to save you. They had to. “Just...Just keep your eyes open okay? Don’t close your eyes,” Iris whimpered, lips trembling with every word.

“Iris...” you gasped around the word as you forced yourself to speak. Blood stained your lips now, skin paling as you bled out from the wound in your chest. “It’s...okay. I-...I knew it had....it had to be...done,” you assured. A weak smile flickered across your paling lips. “You’re...my best....friend. I..couldn’t let him....kill you.” A cough splattered the blood that now filled your lungs, breath soft rattles quickly fading in strength. Your eyes fluttered as you steadily lost the fight with consciousness.

“No, no, no, no,” hands fumbled as Iris pulled out her phone to call Cisco. Tears fell harder as she watched your eyes close. Her words were barely intelligible on the phone, but at the mention of your name and ‘dying’ Cisco opened a portal to S.T.A.R. Labs, directly into the med bay.

There was so much blood, too much blood, as Caitlin tore open your shirt. Everyone took a breath at the hole that punctured through your chest. Iris wept harder, hands covering her lips once again. Caitlin bit her lip, knowing that it was too late. Cicsco stood helplessly at her side as tears filled his eyes. Glancing helplessly between the two women, he didn’t want this to be the end. You didn’t heal like Barry did. Your cells didn’t regenerate at the rates that his did. They knew, in that moment, that it was too late to save you. You were already gone. 

The sound of shoes skidding to a halt had heads turning, watery eyes finding worried hazel. That was all Barry needed to know, tears welling in his eyes as he searched his friends eyes. There...There had to be something they could do! This couldn’t be the end. Fingers pushed through chocolate strands as his chest heaved with sobs that he swallowed down. “No,” Barry’s voice cracked as he shook his head, refusing to believe that this was it. “No. No there’s....There has to be a way.”

“Bar...” Iris started but he brushed her off, moving to your bed side Your hand was still warm in his own, squeezing as he silently willed you back to life. It was like you were sleeping, you looked so peaceful. In that moment, Barry thought of every morning he used to wake to that peaceful face, to the way your eyes would flutter open and you would smile at him. A choked sob escaped as he squeezed your lifeless hand tighter.

“Wake up....please,” he rasped, wanting nothing more than for your eyes to flutter open and for you to smile at him just one last time. But you wouldn’t. Your eyes wouldn’t open again, your smile would never light up to him ever again.

You were gone.

You were gone and you weren’t coming back.

[storiesofwildfire]

{ @bifrostgold -- continued from (x) }

“You are doing an incredible job at seeming honest, please continue with your regaling self flattery it does wonders for my inclination to accept your apology.”

Heimdall truly wishes the usual timber of his voice could carry here tonight. So quick was he to forgive in understanding the misconceptions about his loyalty, about his image. He had been painted an untouchable mentor, kept cold from the people by stolen gold and barred bridges.

Odin had done well in ensuring so many believed it, seldom did he take it personally any more. His orders kept his tongue still and bitten, difficult to render truthful in many situations and it led to a separation of his duty and his heart in many cases, even when he wished it to be another way.

He did not blame people for their belief in his loyalty to the crown nor did he blame them for the look of suspicion in his eyes when he passed with the princes and smiled at their plea for secrecy yet tonight it…

There was a sting lingering in his chest. It did not allow his typical excuses the bleed through, to soften blows and let bygones be. Instead it closed like ice about him and as he pushed to sit up in the bed, drag an oddly exhausted body into sitting the watcher could not help but close his grip loosely around the bandages on his wrists. Golden eyes uncharacteristically vacant in the way they turn away from the other God.

Foolish it was to think Fandral would be one to see past it. A few nights in a shared bed was no basis for a belief in someone’s morality. Plenty would lay together without the faintest clue on the others origins, some lay together regardless of conflicting views. What they had done did not mean Fandral thought better of him, only that the attraction had been mutual but like nothing more than a Godling pining he had thought there may be some doubt, that enough cracked doors had been left for Fandral to see his bindings.

Clearly he had been mistaken in that because the nights before them had been wrought with anger. The Allfathers seeing fit to test his desire to follow them, testing to see if he could break his chains and run for freedom. He had wanted it more than anything, to forget the magic that cut into his skin with each choice of disobedience and he had been willing to die for that, if it meant that Loki would not fall to Odin’s orders of execution.

He had played the part the false king had built him for so long, so well that even the man he had taken home had stood between them and expected him to choose Odin. Asked him not too in a tone that spoke of belief he already had.

It hurt, to give up all pretences, if he were to be honest. It hurt to think that Fandral would truly think he would have run a blade through the little prince he’d loved as much as any. Whatever he had been ridiculous enough to think they were he had clearly been mistaken, that was his weight to bear, Fandral had only been protecting someone he cared for. Nothing more.

“Stop blabbering you have nothing to set right. Why would you think anything else, after all, it is not as if you knew me outside of my armor.”

Ah, perhaps that had been something bordering on petty.  Uncalled for, certainly, and Heimdall winces at his own tone. Shaking his head since sleep had never been a luxury he would enjoy, he could at least rest and admire the stars. Far more difficult to do with company.

“I am fine, knust hjerte af mig. I am sure you have other matters to attend to aside from pestering me when I have been firmly told not to leave this bed.”

♔—- Fandral had long since grown used to relying on his charm and naturally goofy air that so often led people to believe he wasn’t as intelligent, perceptive, or dangerous as he really was. It won him the hearts of women and men alike, allowed him to easily slide in amongst elite warriors without much question, and usually gave him opportunities to make amends with those he’d slighted without much of an issue.

Very few saw past Fandral’s natural charms. Loki had been one of the first who hadn’t literally been there since Fandral’s birth to call him on that shtick he so easily fell into and it had been the source of the beginning of their friendship--and also one of the many reasons Fandral never considering acting on any feelings he might have harbored for the prince. Heimdall? He was definitely another one who saw past the charisma, the jokes, and the pretty smiles. From the moment they first met, Heimdall saw Fandral for who he truly was and it was one of the reasons he’d grown so infatuated with the Watcher.

He liked to think the feeling was mutual, but it seemed he’d been mistaken...

Fandral couldn’t exactly be blamed for his worry when Heimdall agreed to the execution of the youngest prince. Even he, a lowly swordsman who did not even hold a claim to nobility, had attempted to talk Odin down off of his rageful ledge and attempted to decline the orders given to him. In the moment, when his stomach felt like it could betray him in front of the All-father and his head spun faster than he could hope to keep up with, he’d panicked.

Perhaps his initial anger and fear in Heimdall’s intentions had been misplaced, but he hadn’t expected it to cut the Watcher so deeply and he certainly didn’t expect Heimdall to treat him so coldly when he attempted to make things better between them. Perhaps not perfect, as he understood some healing was in order, but at least a start to patching up their relationship.

‘Knust hjerte af mig.’

The coldness in Heimdall’s words had been ever-present throughout his entire response, but that sentence... That made Fandral’s blood run cold. Devastated didn’t even begin to cover what he felt in that moment, as his feelings for Heimdall had always been real, genuine in a way that he rarely developed for anyone else, and for someone he cared about so deeply to refer to him in such a way? Fandral was many things, yes, and some of them were less than flattering, but a betrayer? Was not one of them.

He blinked, rapidly enough to realize he was subconsciously attempting to blink away the moisture gathering there, a desperate attempt to keep tears from slipping down his cheeks. Along with that inherent melancholy, though, was anger. Heimdall hadn’t exactly held back his own, something Fandral never in a million years thought he would see from his occasional lover, and it’d been designed to cut deep, to force the swordsman to stand up and strut away in a huff of rage or run off to find comfort in someone else.

Fandral didn’t move. He only stared at Heimdall, blue eyes even more so thanks to the excess moisture that lingered there.

“That isn’t fair, Heimdall,” he said, his tone shifting into something far firmer and less reliant on that usual aloofness he carried with him. “I was terrified because my king ordered me to execute one of a small handful that I could never bring myself to harm.” His mother, his mentor, and Heimdall were the only really significant additions to that list. Even his good friends weren’t totally in the clearing of that, as Fandral would likely take on any one of them for the right reasons.

“And I stood opposite the one person I thought would never agree to such a thing and listened to him sell a pretty damn convincing lie. I didn’t believe it--I told you as much--but I was genuinely afraid that it was real despite my personal feelings. I never thought you were loyal to Odin. I’ve voiced my own wariness of our king to you and you never once tried to stop me, never once told me to hold my tongue or reconsider how I spoke of the All-father. Because you don’t care for him. I could see that the longer we spent together. It’s why I felt safe with you, why I kept coming back to you.

“But loyalty is not the most powerful force in the Nine. And whatever Odin did have on you, how was I to know that it wouldn’t lead you to do what he ordered you to do? That it wouldn’t force you to do it? I didn’t know what it was until Loki broke your binds, but I always knew it was there.” He stood then, grabbing a blanket from beside Heimdall’s bed as he did. Turning it over in his hands a few times, Fandral created a haphazardly loose ball of soft fabric.

“So yes, for the love of the Nine, I’m sorry I let my fear get the better of my judgment. Be mad at me all you’d like, but don’t you ever say that I’ve only known your image as the Watcher at the end of the Bifrost, Heimdall, because you damn well know that isn’t true and if that is how poorly you think of me, I suppose I’ll take my leave!” 

Childish as it was, Fandrall tossed the blanket down on Heimdall’s hips in a physical demonstration of his frustration without causing any further damage to the weakened sorcerer. 

“Get some rest. I’ll send Loki to check on you in a few hours to ensure you’re healing properly. Gods know you wouldn’t want me to show any concern for you.”

[shining-gem34]

||Current stats of my favorites (yes there is bias)

*stares at Jing Yuan and Luocha* I will roll for you both then Jingliu rerun. Sobs

[the--blackdahlia]

This Life Chapter 9

Title: This Life Chapter 9

Summary:  Dean Winchester is the Vice President of the motorcycle club The Hunters. After almost 7 years in prison, he's free. But things have changed and Dean has to figure out how to put things back together.

Warnings: Language, torture, some violence

AN: Thank you to the ever wonderful @sams-serialkiller-fetish! And she has wrote her own thing, some wincest deleted scenes and they are amazing! You can find them here on her AO3.

And the song for this chapter is Sympathy for the Devil by The Rolling Stones.

“Wakey, wakey.” A male voice said in an almost sing songy way. Dean was starting to come to, as was Benny.

“I didn’t hit them that hard.” Another male voice said. “Shit, do you think I killed them?”

“No. Probably just weak headed.” The first one said. “Look, they’re coming around now.”

Dean and Benny started to open their eyes in sync. Benny let out a groan and Dean blinked a couple times, looking around. It was dark in the room they were in, just a single pendant light hanging from the ceiling. If Dean was in a joking mood, he would’ve made cracks about how him and Benny were now in a mob movie. But he wasn’t in a joking mood. Some asshole had just knocked both him and Benny out and it was making him think that they were guilty for Sam’s disappearance.

“What the fuck?” Benny groaned, looking up at the two sitting in front of him.

“Well, good morning starshine. The earth says hello!” The first one said with a bit of a laugh, making his friend roll his eyes.

“Who are you?” Dean asked.

“I think we should be the ones asking the the questions around here.” The second one said. “Why don’t you start with your names and we’ll go from there?”

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” Dean said.

“Come on bro, let’s give them a little ice breaker to loosen it all up.” The first one laughed. The second one sighed but nodded. “I’m Lucifer, and that’s my brother Gabriel.”

“You’re mom was high enough to name you Lucifer?” Benny asked.

“His real name isn’t Lucifer. That’s just what he likes to be called.” Gabriel explained. “Now, we told you our names. Why don’t you tell us yours?” Dean and Benny looked at each other. Benny shrugged the best he could from how he was tied up.

“I’m Dean and this is Benny.” Dean told them. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Okay, well, what business brings you into our bar during non-operational hours?” Gabriel asked.

“Screw you, that’s what.” Dean spat. Gabriel looked over at Lucifer.

“I don’t think these two want to cooperate.” Gabriel said. A smile spread on Lucifer’s face. “And what do we do with people who don’t cooperate Lucifer?” Lucifer just giggled, straight up giggled like a schoolgirl.

“Oh, the things I’m going to do to you.” Lucifer laughed. He disappeared out of the room. Gabriel pulled up a chair in front of Dean and sat down.

“You can stop what’s coming.” He said. “All you’ve got to do is tell us why you’re here.” Dean leaned forward, looking menacing.

“I did almost seven years in a state pen. I didn’t crack then. I’m not cracking now.” Dean told him. Gabriel shook his head.

“You will.” He said. The door opened then and Lucifer came back in with a big smile on his face. “You’re about to see why they call my brother Lucifer.” Gabriel stood up and took the chair to get out of the way of Lucifer.

“Why are you here Dean-o?” Lucifer asked, staring him straight in the eye.

“To eat your mama’s pussy.” Dean laughed. Lucifer’s eyes darkened.

“Wrong answer!” He laughed. The next thing Dean knew, Lucifer was grabbing Benny’s arm and slicing a knife across the soft underside of his arm.

“Son of a bitch!” Benny called out. Dean looked back to Gabriel, hoping that he was the voice of reason. But he just stood by and watched as Lucifer sliced and diced Benny.

“Now, tell me why you’re here, or your little friend is going to look like a bad plastic surgery patient.” Lucifer said. He rested the tip of his blade on Benny cheek and held his head in place, ready to start cutting until Dean said stop.

“I can take it.” Benny said. Dean looked over at his friend.

“Are you sure about that?” Lucifer asked. He started to apply a little pressure, making Benny’s eyes involuntarily water.

“Stop!” Dean said as he saw the blood drop down Benny’s face. “Just stop.” Lucifer eased up, but the blade never left contact with Benny’s skin. Gabriel took over then, standing in front of Dean.

“Why are you here?” He asked.

“We’re looking for my little brother.” Dean said. Gabriel and Lucifer looked at each other before Lucifer started applying pressure to Benny again. “Stop!”

“We don’t believe you.” Gabriel said.

“It’s the truth!” Dean said. “There was a fire at his apartment and when my guys went to do some investigating, one of your guys told them to get lost.” Gabriel stood there for a minute, doing some thinking.

“Nick.” Gabriel said. Lucifer didn’t look up. “Damn it, Nick.” Lucifer still kept looking at Benny. “Lucifer.” Gabriel finally said, getting his attention.

“Yes brother mine?” Lucifer asked with a laugh. Gabriel rolled his eyes.

“Put the knife down and come with me.” He said. Lucifer sighed but put his knife away. Gabriel grabbed Lucifer’s arm and pulled him out of the room. Dean turned his head to the right and looked over at Benny.

“Hey man. You okay?” Dean asked.

“Peachy.” Benny grumbled. “God, I think we’re in a group of cultists or somethin’.” Dean was starting to fear the worst. What if they had killed Sam during the fire. Or maybe they knew who he was, who he was related to, and were trying to send a message. There were so many scenarios running through his head that he didn’t notice Gabriel coming back in and cutting their ropes before quickly leaving the room again. Dean stood up and went to Benny.

The cut on his arm wasn’t very deep. It would heal on his own without stitches. The one on his face was a little worse, but it would just be another scar. Dean sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

“Fuck man. I think we really stepped in it this time.” Dean said. Benny nodded in agreement. Dean was starting to wish they had never come this way. That they had never came to Bakersfield. Because he had this feel, deep down in his gut that Sam was dead. And if he had gone to Palo Alto or somewhere else, he could’ve stopped himself from knowing.

God, sometimes he wished they would’ve just left him in prison.

That’s when the door opened. Dean couldn’t bring himself to turn around and look. Instead he looked up at Benny, who had wide eyes and an open mouth.

“Dean?” A familiar voice said. Dean’s own eyes widened some. “What are you doing here?” Dean stood up and turned around.

“Sammy?” Dean asked before he hauled off and punched him square in the mouth.

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[ontherockswithsalt]

A Made Man

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A/N: I’m soft af y’all. Who has brownies?

Chapter 15.

“Oh, my god.” The sleepy acknowledgement murmurs from my lips before I stretch my head back with a breathy laugh. “Are you serious?”

It takes a minute for my surroundings to come into focus in my consciousness. The early morning sunlight casts the faintest glow in the otherwise dim bedroom. The feel of cool, soft sheets beneath me reminds me I'm still half asleep.

But that doesn't last long as I recognize the feeling of Noble’s hand stroking my morning arousal and I'm easily stirred awake.

I feel the heat of his mouth there and helplessly, my hips tilt into him. A gravelly moan thuds in my chest at the sensation. With my eyes still closed, I appreciate him there, my muscles completely slack and I fixate on nothing but the rush of dreamy warmth that swells in my core. My god.

He drags his tongue along my shaft as he barely pulls away to tell me, “I'm very serious. But I can stop if you've got places to go.”

A lazy smile stretches on my face and I reach down to rake fingers through his hair. “Don't.” I laugh softly. “Don't stop.”

“You slept naked so this is what happens,” he reasons. “Don't blame me.” Then he dips down on my cock again, a slick path to the back of his throat that prompts another noisy groan from me.

I arch back on the pillow, managing a hard swallow as I grasp his hair and mess it up even more than I know it is.

We both take our time, him with perfect slow strokes while I do my best to temper the rush of a building climax. I push away in my mind the reality that he leaves today. I only want to be aware of what we have in this exact moment.

I let my mind cloud. Desire and throbbing pleasure and things I typically never let settle there for long -- especially first thing in the morning -- take over.

I reach down, my hand coasts up the back of his neck, down between flexed shoulder blades, anywhere I can touch him. And his touch seems to have a similar pursuit, the stroke of his fist, his sneaky fingers that I'll never deny are my biggest fucking weakness now.

I hold out for as long as I can, but he's found a rhythm that makes my head spin and I let myself unravel into that gratifying payoff.

He renders me powerless. I don't even think I can move for a minute as I manage a deep breath that fills my chest. “Well good morning.”

Backing away, Noble sits up on his knees before he tips forward over top of me. There he catches himself on his hands with a chipper, impromptu push-up and drops a kiss on my shoulder. “Morning handsome.”

“You ruin me, you know that.”

One of his eyebrows flicks, intrigued. “Good. That's the plan.”

“No.” I groan the word and pull him down on top of me. “You can't just do that and leave town.”

He inhales deep into the side of my neck and lets out a little whimper of his own. “It won't be long before I'm flying your ass down to Miami. Don't be surprised.”

“I'll bring my Ray-Bans and not a lot else.”

He props himself up and peers down at me. “No, just your ass can come. I don't want like, your face and your personality and stuff--”

I knee him in the ribs before he can finish and he collapses against me, cracking up. “Get out of here, then,” I chuckle. “I'm all done with you.”

His laughter dwindles down to a weary moan before he leans in to bite my shoulder, then presses a few kisses across my chest. Pressing his forehead there for a quiet pause, he seems to concentrate on the thud of my heartbeat.

It feels heavier. There’s a sinking feeling in my gut whenever one of us is about to make that unavoidable departure. And this time, that familiar weight comes with jumpy nerves because what we are has been solidified -- with labels and acknowledgment of feelings.

On the one hand, being with him is so easy. It’s a connection and an attraction that I never tried for, it’s just there. In the past, when I’ve dated, there was a back-and-forth and then this sort of expectation of more that I just went with. Meanwhile, I was constantly in my head, never really feeling anything. I just figured it was a process and I was serving the role of a guy dating a girl, and assumed I was doing it right.

With other people, I’ve always had to tell myself to take the next step, but with Noble, it’s like I had to hold myself back from more with him since the beginning. And now that we’ve indulged it, I want to just be with him without thinking about a damn thing.

But on the other hand, I know that what’s ahead of us is entirely more complicated. I tell myself it doesn’t have to be. He makes me happy. We’re good for each other. But the reality is there’s so many more layers to it, obstacles that are bound to trip us up once we step outside the hidden little world we choose to exist in.

Noble manages a deep inhale as we shift to separate and he sits up. “Are you hungry?”

I shrug, reaching up to idly scratch fingers through my hair. “I could have coffee.”

He nods, glancing away. We’re both feeling a little too uneasy, dreading the undeniable, to eat much. “How would you feel about going out? There’s an espresso bar a few blocks west.”

“Yeah, that works.”

It’s sort of a no-brainer agreement that later starts to stir up questions in my head as I finish getting ready. Going out to breakfast with Noble seems more indicative of some kind of romantic relationship than the sushi dinner we had together last month. I don’t know why. Something about the morning. Daylight and honesty without the armor of alcohol and tricky city neon and other distractions that night affords us.

Out in the living room, we gather up jackets and shoes. I’m in jeans and a deep green sweater while Noble dressed in jeans and an untucked button-down shirt is some pretty good competition against the way he looks out of clothes.

“What time's your flight?” I wonder as we make our way down in the quiet elevator.

He glances at his own watch then peers up as the floor numbers descend, a hard swallow clenching his throat.

Fuck me, this sucks.

“At twelve.”

Reaching out, I scratch my fingers across his upper back and give him a reassuring squeeze there.

Softly, he sniffs a laugh and looks over at me. “I'm kinda bummed, Jay.”

“I know. Me too.”

Then he huffs a loud exhale as if he's attempting to shake off the mood. He clears his throat. “Alright, sorry. I won't be like that.”

I slant a half smile as we exit the elevator and head through the lobby. “Let's get you some coffee.”

“So are you going to your dad's for dinner later?”

My head bobs with a slight nod and I slip my hands in my pockets. “Yep.”

“No church though?”

Exhaling a scoff, I have to smile. “No. Not today.”

“Sinner.” He whispers the scolding tease, then bumps his elbow against mine.

I laugh to myself as I glance down at the sidewalk. “Nah. I don't feel like one. Which is good. Usually compulsive guilt is my downfall.”

“Maybe I'm a bad influence.”

“The only thing I feel guilty about is lying to my family.”

Noble inhales deeply as if to ponder it. He hasn't pressed me about when I planned on informing anyone I know about us. “Yeah? Would telling them the truth alleviate any of that?”

I blow a hard breath through puffed cheeks and consider it. God, the idea of confessing any of this at home makes my stomach drop. “How much of the truth?” I question.

He chuckles, that charming smile pulling at his cheeks. “There's a lot to unpack, huh? It's like, oh, and another thing…”

“Right.” I laugh. “Where do I start?”

“Do they like tiramisu? I can make it and send you with some and then any negative thoughts they might have would be crushed.”

“Okay, we could start with that.”

“Or get them really drunk and just kind of slide the news in there before you head home.”

“That's the thing.” I reach up to scratch the back of my head as we wait to cross the street. “I don't want it to be some big announcement. I'd rather just let them know as it comes. One on one, you know?”

“Well maybe just start with one person. Whoever might feel like the easiest to tell.”

I nod as we move forward up the block.

“Only if you want to,” he adds. “I'll be your shameful little secret for as long as you want. You know that. It's kinda hot anyway.”

I can’t help tip my head back, a heavy laugh in my chest. “You think I feel that way?”

“No,” he smiles as we approach the coffee shop. “But I mean, you know. It's not as simple as introducing some girl you met at the gym or whatever.”

“I've never been that simple anyway.” I shrug as Noble grasps the door handle there and pulls it open for us before I decide, “So they'll find a way to understand.”

***

By the time we return to the penthouse, Noble only has a little time to finish up his packing and get ready to go. I try to numb myself, to put on my blinders and accept the goodbye. I retrieve my backpack and drop it near the kitchen as I come closer to him.

“Come here, you.” I reach a hand along the back of his head and tip my mouth up to his. The kiss is brief, cut off before any of his heat can lure me in for more. “I'm gonna get out of here,” I murmur.

“Please go.” But he sneaks in one more kiss, strong hands gripping my sides. “Before I get sappy on you and say some shit I can't take back.”

I can feel his breath on my lips and mine flick with a smile at the reminder of him. The faint taste of espresso, the mint he had after, and the otherwise familiar, calming scent of him lingers there. Gently, I squeeze his hair between my fingers and run the tip of my nose across his cheek. “Sappy.” I echo the word back to him with a soft laugh. “Well now I want to know. I might like it.”

“Ugh.” All he can manage is a weary groan and he brushes another kiss along my bottom lip.

Tilting my chin up, I peer down at him. “Shit you can’t take back like I love you?” I let the words out but then holy fuck, a scorching ache pierces my chest when I do. “Like that kinda shit?”

“Dammit,” he mutters, tipping his head down to exhale his amusement toward the ground before he glances back up. “Yeah dude, I love you. And I tried really hard not to say it--”

“Don’t do that.”

“Okay.” He whispers his easy agreement.

“I love you too,” I tell him. Glancing up, I drag my fingers across his hair, taming some of the unruly waves that I find fucking adorable. “And I’d never take that back, alright?”

He nods and I see the way his jaw clenches with a hard swallow. And before the sentiment settles inside either one of us too long, just when I feel that sting in back of my throat, I manage a step back.

“You gotta get back,” I remind him.

“Go.”

I lean down and grasp my backpack and sling it onto my shoulder. Offering him the lazy drop of my hand, I let it land into his open palm in a hard clap and then I tug away. I meet his gaze once more, reassuring with a heated spark that’s always there, part infatuation, part promise, before I turn for the door and make my way out.

[rksora]

AS OF 2019    ━━━━━━━━        template ┊ @astraofrph  ◞  ❤

❥ ┊ BASIC INFORMATION  ━━━━━━━━━━━

›   full name  park jiwon ┊ 박지원

›   pronunciation 

›   meaning

›   reasoning  jiwon is a popular name, her mom wanted her to be popular ( lol joke’s on her! )

›   nickname ( s )

›   preferred name ( s )

›   birth date march 20, 1999

›   age  nineteen

›   zodiac  pisces  ・ water sign ┊ the fish. pisces are sensitive little weirdos. they’re intuitive and emotional, passive, and deeply concerned with what people think of them; they have a tendency to be fairly self-depreciating as a result of this. pisceans are gentle and kind, but pessimistic too, and will easily compromise on their beliefs if they think it will make other people like them.

›   gender / pronouns  female ┊ she / her / hers

›   romantic orientation  biromantic

›   sexual orientation  bicurious

›   nationality  korean

›   ethnicity  korean

›   current residence  hapjeong-dong, mapo-gu, seoul

›   living conditions  adequate to agreeable ┊ practical for a one person

›   trainee title ( s )  little bird

❥ ┊ BACKGROUND  ━━━━━━━━━━━

›   birth place  dongjak-gu, seoul

›   hometown  jingwan-dong, eunpyeong-gu, seoul

›   social class  lower middle class ┊ when she was younger she was closer to the poverty line until her mom met her step-dad

›   education level completion @ unnamed high school 

›   father  kim sangil, 50 ┊ business man

›   mother  park yerin, 46 ┊ housewife, part-time at butcher shop  

›   step-father   ham kihyun, 45 ┊ butcher shop owner 

›   half-sibling ( s )  ham jisung, 10 ┊ primary school kid  

›   birth order  ( 1 ) jiwon ( 2 ) jisung

›   children

›   pet ( s ) her brother, jisung, has a pet goldfish and while jiwon has always wanted a dog, she isn’t financially equipped to have one

›   other important relatives

›   previous relationships  ( 16 / 17 ) she dated a boy in high school who took her heart and her purity and threw it into the dirt

›   criminal record

❥ ┊ OCCUPATION & INCOME  ━━━━━━━━━━━

›   primary source of income  trainee under kt entertainment ( as of november 12, 2018 )

›   secondary source of income  sometimes her mom sends her money but jiwon sends it right back so her mom compromised and asks her to come home to pick up food 

›   tertiary source( s ) of income  she still gets her checks from the thrift shop because boss yang thinks she can’t take care of herself ( one of these days she’s going to give him a stern talking to !! )

›   approximate amount per year

›   content with their job ( or lack there of ) ? somewhat, she’s neither disinterested or wholly elated. she’s just ... passing time, oddly enough.

›   past job ( s )  jjangtime thrift shop employee

›   spending habits  spends a little too carelessly at the gs25 near her house in hapjeong ; is sad that she didn’t utilize her discount at jjangtime as well as she should have

›   most valuable possession  ... the ‘letters’ she thinks her dad sent her but were really from her mom 

❥ ┊ SKILLS & ABILITIES  ━━━━━━━━━━━

›   physical strength she’s 49kg of weak muscle

›   stamina 0 / 10 as referenced through her Fainting at practices

›   teamwork 8 / 10 at teamwork as she’s usually a Follower

›   talents  dancing, faking a Smile, somehow keeping friends even though she’s a pretty shitty friend?

›   shortcomings  gets winded really easily ; doesn’t have a lot of ambition / determination ; feels doubtful and anxious in unfamiliar settings ; does not like Change

›   language( s )  korean ( fluent ), english ( conversational ), ksl ( basic )

›   can they : drive / jump-start a car / change flat tire / ride a bicycle / swim / play an instrument ( and what instrument ) / play chess / braid hair / tie a tie / pick a lock / etc:

❥ ┊ PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS  ━━━━━

›   face claim  park jiwon, fromis9

›   eye color brown

›   hair color ( naturally dark brown / black ) but dyed blonde with hot pink tips

›   hair type / style thin, usually down ; slightly wavy if air-dried

›   glasses / contacts  wears ‘fashion’ glasses that don’t have a prescription, sometimes

›   dominant hand  left-handed

›   height / weight / build  159cm, 5'2" ┊ 49kg, 108lbs ┊ petite

›   exercise habits  prior to working at kt, she had none, but since then has actively gone to yoga every afternoon

›   skin tone  fair / tans easily

›   tattoos

›   piercings  pierced ear lobes

›   marks / scars two moles on her left shoulder blade that looks like a colon ( : )

›   notable features  dimpled right cheek that is prominent whenever she smiles a little

›   usual expression withdrawn, anxious ┊ example

›   clothing style  casual ┊ thrift shop hipster

›   jewelry

›   allergies  bananas, peanuts

›   body temperature  neither runs too hot nor too cold, but does get cold easily

›   diet whatever at the convenience store for Sale is a Go

›   physical ailments

❥ ┊ PSYCHOLOGY  ━━━━━━━━━━━

›   jung type  isfp / isfj ┊ emotional af but they don’t show it ; softies at heart ; more attentive than they let on ; still, reading between the lines ain’t their forte ; aesthetics master ; are more spontaneous and fun than they look ; have quirky interests that may shock you 

›   enneagram type

›   moral alignment  chaotic good

›   temperament  melancholic ┊70% ; phlegmatic ┊30%

›   element  water

›   primary intelligence type  intrapersonal intelligence 

›   approximate iq

›   mental conditions / disorders

›   sociability 7 / 10

›   emotional stability  5.5 / 10

›   obsession ( s )  

›   compulsion ( s ) 

›   phobia ( s )  scared of heights ( includes: roller coasters, being high on an escalator, plane, building )

›   vice / addiction ( s ) 

›   drug use

›   alcohol use  2 / 10 ┊ a social drinker who will only drink when around others who are

›   prone to  deprecating thoughts, sarcastic remarks, silently judging from the side, being more Fake than one would expect

❥ ┊ MANNERISMS  ━━━━━━━━━━━

›   speech style 

›   accent  slight accent when speaking english

›   quirks  likes to crack her back, gets annoyed easily, wears glasses but doesn’t need them, types texts with her thumb

›   hobbies  dancing, fashion, origami, filming, watching movies, telling ghost stories, 

›   habits  heavy breath that blows her hair away from her face, full pouts, deadpan expression, eye rolls, small fists, constantly apologizing, 

›   nervous ticks  pinching, chewing bottom lip, biting inside of her cheek

›   drives/motivations  wanting to prove people wrong ( 25% )

›   fears  of heights, of never being good enough, of disappointing people who mean most to her

›   positive traits  humble, loyal, selfless

›   negative traits  pessimistic, realistic, blunt

›   sense of humor  sarcastic / memes

›   do they curse often? ... perhaps

›   catchphrase ( s )  “ can you not. ”  /  “ why. ”  /  “ what the fuck. ”

❥ ┊ FAVORITES  ━━━━━━━━━━━

›   activity  watching movies

›   animal  capybara

›   beverage  strawberry milk ┊  brown sugar milk tea

›   book

›   celebrity

›   color  black / red

›   designer lol she’s too poor, sorrys

›   food  caramel candies, samgyetang, kimchi jjigae, fried chicken and pickled radish, ice cream

›   flower  sunflower

›   gem  (maybe her birthstone?)

›   holiday  halloween  ∙  children’s day  ∙  black day

›   mode of transportation  normally uses the bus; though, on the weekends is more prone to using the subway

›   movie  can’t buy me love  ∙  the beauty inside  ∙  my sassy girl ∙  100 days with mr. arrogant  ∙  200 pound beauty  ∙  the way he looks  ∙  pulp fiction  ∙  fight club  ∙  moulin rouge  ∙  romeo & juliet  ∙  superbad  ∙  slumdog millionaire  ∙  moulin rouge  ∙  the grand budapest hotel  ∙  the martian  ∙  gone girl

›   musical artist  주영 jooyoung  ∙  크러쉬 crush  ∙  헤이즈 heize  ∙  frank sinatra  ∙  stevie wonder  ∙  아이유 IU  ∙  애쉬뮤트 ashmute  ∙  bevy maco  ∙  콜드 colde  ∙  쎄이 saay

›   quote / saying  expect nothing and you will never be disappointed.

›   scenery  fresh snow on the ground

›   scent  

›   sport  volleyball, i guess

›   sports team

›   television show  the good place  ∙  my fair lady gongshim  ∙  cunning single lady  ∙  meteor garden  ∙  sex education

›   weather  cold / chilly

›   vacation destination  somewhere outside of seoul, preferably easily accessible via a car or bus ride

❥ ┊ ATTITUDES  ━━━━━━━━━━━

›   greatest dream  to get her father to Notice her

›   greatest fear  disappointing those she Loves most, Not being good Enough, being Replaced ( in that order )

›   most at ease when  doing nothing, laying in bed, watching movies

›   least at ease when  trying to adjust to change, in unfamiliar settings, when she says the Wrong thing, foot in the mouth disease

›   worst possible thing that could happen  when she gets her foot in the mouth disease

›   biggest achievement ( currently ) becoming a trainee at kt

›   biggest regret ( currently ) becoming a trainee at kt

›   most embarrassing moment  her mom groveled at @rkxhyunjin​‘s feet to tutor her in front of his entire school during the afternoon

›   biggest secret  she’s a child out of wedlock and her dad pretty much paid her off to not contact him

›   top priorities  ( 1 )  proving to her dad that she’s not a waste of time  ( 2 ) being more considerate of others  ( 3 ) start doing better and taking being a trainee seriously 

[rabidwrestlingfan]

25 Tales Of Christmas

Author's note: I wanted to do something special for you guys. 💙 This year was rocky af but even when I disappeared you guys were still here! There's a few writing debuts here and a few favorites. I really just wanted to do something big that also gave you guys choices. So why not a whole bunch of Christmas and Christmas related blurbs? 💙 My whole goal was to not think too hard which is why some are shorter and some end abruptly. Sorry for that, but it's really the only reason this got done. I hope you guys enjoy and have/ had a wonderful day. I love you all!

1. Chris Brookes

Chris Brookes smiled when he seen her face appear on his phone. Though his friend beside him rolled his eyes. "So I take it that you made it home safely and your plane didn't crash?" He asked as soon as he answered the phone. He was greeted with a scoff before she started to laugh. Only he would start a conversation so bluntly. "I'm in the backseat of the car right now. Not at the bottom of the ocean." Skylar answered after a few seconds. She'd promised to call as soon as she landed, but the airport was packed to the gills. So she'd decided to do it on her way home. "I'm glad you got what you wanted for Christmas this year." The sincerity in his voice made her heart fuzzy. Last year she'd been unable to make it home for Christmas for the first time in her life. He'd made sure she had a good day, but he could still see the sadness in his friend's eyes. So this year he'd helped her make sure it didn't happen again. "Thank you, Chris. Truly." She whispered. The woman didn't miss her mom's smile in the side mirror. She would definitely get interrogated later. After a few seconds she took a deep breath. "It's getting late over there..." Her words trailed off but she caught the meaning. "Have a good time, Skylar. I can't wait to hear all about it." They both said goodbye before a hand smacked the back of his head. "Tell the girl you love her already. I'm tired of you two pining for each other." The younger man grumbled before unpausing the game.

2. Kenny Omega

"Merry Christmas, Wren." Kenny mumbled when he watched the clock flip to midnight. The woman curled into his side couldn't help but smile. "Merry Christmas, Kenny." She replied simply. She had nowhere to go for the holidays besides friend's in the states. He hadn't been able to go home for the holidays. They decided that they'd celebrate together at the apartment. Next week she'd go and make a round around the states to see her friends. For now she was just fine with being in his arms watching Elf. The gifts that sat under their tree just made her smile bigger. Maybe things weren't perfect, and they never would be, but this was good. No matter what happened she had this and that's what mattered to her. It was at that moment that Kenny kissed her head with a small chuckle. "Good thing Santa came early this year. Because I'd be pissed if I had to move right now." He joked. He could see the look in her grey eyes. Holidays were hard for her after her aunt passed. "You could take him." She answered without missing a beat. Their laughter quieted as they shared a few short kisses. Maybe she could live with Christmas just like this.

4. Sami Zayn

"Did Santa remember to eat the cookies?" Veronica asked quietly when he entered the room again. Sami had just finished putting the last of their gifts under the tree. He'd even managed to sneak the adult's gifts down without them noticing it. "Santa got beat to it by your sister's not boyfriend." He joked as he slipped under the covers next to the woman. Veronica only rolled her eyes. "I can't wait until they break down and see what we've all seen since the start." She told her boyfriend with a sigh. "Hey... She seen us coming a long time before we did. So, we've gotta give them time. Like two more weeks before we just follow them around screaming." The red head joked. If her daughter wouldn't have been asleep she would have cackled. Instead she settled for hushed giggles. "All I can see is Magnolia just chasing Rose screaming at her to marry Dean." She told him between laughs. He couldn't help but laugh with her. It was something her daughter would definitely do. "Wait until she sees the dollhouse." He whispered once it went quiet. She loved that he still kept such a sense of wonder about Christmas. His happiness transferred to her even when she was stressed to the max. "Definitely going to earn some brownie points." Veronica said with a knowing smile. The girl had been asking for it all year, and he'd actually bought it the first time she mentioned it. Yet he was keen on Santa giving it to her. So he'd kept it hidden for months on end in anticipation for Christmas. Now that it was finally here she could see the anxious energy building up. "Go to sleep, Sami Zayn. She'll be in here in no time." Veronica told him before gently pressing her lips to his.

5. Dean Ambrose

A Hallmark Christmas was something that Dean had never been part of before meeting Rose Wilming. He'd always brushed off people's invitations as nothing but pity and moved on. Yet suddenly here was someone who absolutely wouldn't take no for an answer. He was content to just getting drunk and watching whatever was on tv for Christmas. It was the closest thing to a tradition he had. But the white haired woman wasn't having it. And what Rose wanted, she got. He'd never admit how much he enjoyed the first Christmas. So here he was for a second year, watching as the family opened their gifts. That's when the woman grabbed a stocking and held it towards him. "Silly uncle Dean forgot to get his stocking!" She joked with a big smile. Rose knew that he was still in disbelief that they all got him gifts, let alone a stocking. She'd hear all about it when they went back to work in a few days. "I'm still waking up. I stayed up real late trying to catch the him." Dean covered with a chuckle. He could get used to this. Especially if it was always with Rose.

6. Jimmy Havoc

Jimmy fidgeted when Isolde grabbed the smallest gift. He knew she didn't really wear a lot of jewelry, but when he seen the dragon he had to get it. It was so perfectly her that it surprised even him. He just hoped she would like it as much as he thought she would. The purple haired woman laughed quietly as she ripped off his messy wrapping paper. She was almost positive he was at least half drunk when he remembered that he had to wrap his gifts. That or the man had the skills of small child. When she seen that it was a necklace box she immediately looked at him. His eyes avoided her and instead went to the black tree beside them. She knew it had to be good. With a small smile she popped the lid open. The purple and black dragon made her giggle gleefully. "It's perfect!" She yelled before she lunged forward and hugged him. Laughter was intermingled with kisses before he pulled back just slightly. "Merry Christmas, Isolde."

7. Trent Seven

Trent peaked over to make sure that his fiance was still asleep. He'd had her gifts sent to her mother's in anticipation of traveling. Yet he hadn't found free time to wrap them. So now he was doing so as quietly as he possibily could while she slept soundly. Even drooling with messy black hair everywhere she looked like a goddess to him. "I love that you can sleep through the world ending." He told her nonchalantly, taping down the the folded corner of wrapping paper. He inspected the box before setting it in the growing pile of finished presents. He was getting through it much faster than he expected. With a sip of now lukewarm cocoa he grabbed another gift and got to work. He didn't know that the woman had been awake for a solid ten minutes. She hadn't opened her eyes, just listened. It was getting harder and harder to hide the fact that she was conscious. Especially when he started to do the one thing that woke her up: sing a few carols. Luckily before she cracked he got up to rush a handful of gifts under the tree, and put a few in her stocking. Tabbitha took that time resituate herself and try to fall back to sleep so he could finish his last minute wrapping. The last thing she remembered before falling back asleep was him kissing her temple.

8. Pete Dunne

Pete didn't know why he agreed to any of this. Okay, that was a lie. He knew exactly why he agreed to this. He hated being an ocean and half a country away from Leena. On top of that he had peaked the "special" garments that she had packed. But the longer he stood there the more he questioned if it was really worth it. Of course he loved her more than he thought was possible, but the Christmas party was dragging on. There were so many people in the Ickers' house, and he could only really stand five of them. The rest were too stuck up for his taste. It was in that moment that he felt a pair of hands snake around his front and up his chest. "The kids are calling you Grinch." His girlfriend told him with a chuckle. He could understand it. He was standing in the entryway simply staring ahead, a barely touched drink in his hand. He had already been doing his best not to sneer at their friend's family. "Melody says that we can go as soon gifts are handled. Think you can last another hour?" She asked before leaning her head between his shoulder blades. "Fuck that." He muttered before taking a long drink. "Trent and Tabby are by the buffet table. Just stick with them for a few while I grab Mel. The faster we get gifts passed out the faster we can leave. And the faster I can give you an early present." The way she drug out present made him look over his shoulder at the her for the first time. "Just a bit longer, big guy." With that she kissed his cheek and walked off. With a sigh he headed towards their friends. Yeah. He knew exactly why he'd done it.

9. Tyle Bate

Tyler's phone went off at almost five pm on the dot. A quick calculation told him it was just after nine in the morning in Vegas. Melody always did love Christmas. He picked up the video call with a large smile. It was time for her to open his gift. They were doing a bit better than when they broke up. They could be in the same room for extended periods of time without fighting. That didn't mean that it hurt any less. "Merry Christmas!" The red head greeted as soon as she seen his face. He couldn't help but chuckle. She was in her pajamas and makeup free with her hair thrown up haphazardly. "Merry Christmas, Melody!" He replied with equal enthusiasm. It was Trent who talked him into letting them take the present to the States. She'd be in the UK just after the new year and he figured she could open it then. But the more he thought about it, and the more they asked, he knew that was the wrong decision. So he'd sent the present with them with the instructions of her calling him when she opened it. He couldn't help but notice that she had snuck off to her room to open it. He could only imagine what her parents thought about the whole thing. The woman placed the phone just right so that he could see her and her hands were free. It was then she held up the box wrapped in red and green shiny paper. He was probably a little too proud of how well he wrapped it. Melody shook it a few times with a growing smile. "Oh just open it, silly!" He joked with a laugh. Without a second thought she ripped the paper off and pulled the tape off to finally get a look inside.

10. Mark Andrews

Grace woke up with kisses being placed all over her face. She couldn't help but laugh at the blonde man. "Good morning, handsome." She said before she yawned. "Merry Christmas, love." Mark replied. She pecked his lips a few times before he wrapped her in his arms. "Chloe's calling us as soon as she wakes up. And I got a message in all capitals telling me you aren't opening any of her gifts until then." His words made her laugh. Her little sister knew how she was about Christmas. "But we can still open ours?" Grace asked with a smile. With a matching smile he let her go and stood up. "C'mon, my lady. I hear Santa thinks your an angel." Mark told her, holding his hand out. "I love you so much. Even when you're cheesier than a bag if Cheetos."

11. Sami Callihan

Taya couldn't help but laugh as she watched Sami cut at the zip tie covered box. It was a dick move, but it was a tradition. Every year they took turns trying to beat the fastest time. Sami knew he was getting close to the seven minute fifty three second record and was starting to panic a bit. Someone wouldn't be getting the last piece of pie this year. He was ripping into the paper when her phone's timer went off. "Ha! I win again!" She cheered. When her boyfriend started to pout she simply leaned forward and kissed him. "I'm getting you next year." He muttered before kissing her again. When they finally pulled apart she only rolled her eyes. "That's what you said last year.... But I can't wait to watch you try. Now finish opening your gift."

12. Jake Crist

For a brief moment worry filled every part of him when she shook him awake. Was everything okay? But then he could register the glee in her voice as she said his name. Suddenly he snapped out of his more than half asleep state and opened his eyes. "Jake! Merry Christmas!" Nova cheered when she seen him smile. "Merry Christmas, sunshine." He told her, rolling on to his back. She looked so bright and happy that he never wanted to forget it. He knew that this was the first real Christmas she'd had in years, and to see her like this made him happy to his soul. This is exactly what he wanted for Christmas. Just to see his girl looking like a ray of sunshine that would never be dimmed. After a few minutes he sat up and stretched. She seen the small smile on his face before he spoke. " Last one to the tree has to clean up!"

13. Dave Crist

Krystal was more than a little surprised when she got out of the shower and heard Dave in the bedroom. Last she'd seen him he'd been wrapping some gifts in the living room. There was no way he had gotten all that done in the time it took her to shower. By the time she exited the bathroom he was gone once more. However there was a wad of wrapping paper in the middle of the floor. She could only imagine what he'd gotten stuck on. She didn't know what he got anyone. Almost as if on cue she could hear him calling her. Dave was sat on the living room staring at the stack of stuffed slasher movie characters when she found him. "How the fuck am I supposed to wrap these without Nova knowing what they are?" He asked tiredly.

14. Matt Riddle

"You sure you don't want to open one?" Matt asked again. Josie's eyes had drifted to the tree repeatedly over the course of the day. He knew the big box would get her attention. She'd been staring at it off and on since she woke up. It was one reason he made sure to put it by the tree before he went to bed the night prior. But Josie was a stickler for Christmas traditions, and she never opened gifts before Christmas morning. "Positive." She answered before looking back up at him. The man kissed her temple before he looked back at the tv. "I'm gonna get you one year. I swear on it." He told her with a dramatic sigh. The woman laughed before leaning her head back to look up at him. "Babe, you could tell me that world peace was in that box and I still wouldn't open it before Christmas morning."

15. Finn Balor

Flora looked at the Lego Disney castle with a sigh. She hated to admit how much she missed her friend. He'd offered to take her with him, but she politely declined. It was a holiday about family. She'd talked to hers and thanked them for the gifts. Yet now all she wanted was Finn. She wanted to listen to him laugh and help him build Legos with Christmas movies playing in the background. The thought made her shake her head. She was being absolutely ridiculous. That was no way to be thinking. He wasn't hers. He probably never would be. She wasn't making a fool of herself by telling him of her little crush. It was then that her phone rang. Seeing his name made her brow furrow. Was everything okay? "Hello?" She answered worriedly. Suddenly there was a group of voices singing Jingle Bells, her best friend's voice the loudest. Her mood was immediately lifted. Maybe her crush wasn't as small as she thought.

16. Corey Graves

Corey laughed when he came out of the bedroom and seen her all set up. "Thought these were just casual photos, Lily?" He asked knowingly. He knew there really was no such thing for the photographer. She had a keen eye, and things had to be perfect. "The lighting was weird in my first test shot. One light wasn't enough so I had to bring out both of them. Then later we can do one with the Christmas lights instead. Those should be real good." The woman told him before looking up at him. "You are the most stunning man I've ever laid eyes on." The woman complimented with a smile. "Easy, tiger. I think you wanted to take some Christmas pictures. After that I'm all yours." His words made her blush but she nodded nonetheless. "Sit down, Graves."

17. Jeff Hardy

Addison looked over the bed carefully. She would not fail at keeping her annual Nerf fight winning streak. This would be her third win. In that instant she narrowly escaped a foam bullet to the face. "Looks like you've pinned yourself down, darling." Jeff said from their bedroom doorway. He sounded so smug. "You sure about that?" She asked innocently. The tone only made him more suspicious. "You're either losing because you try to crawl under the bed, or because you jump out of a second story window. Either way I'll get you before you get too far." The words made her snort. "You would shoot me as I flung myself out of the window?" She asked with a laugh. She couldn't see him but she knew that he had shrugged. Addie took his silence as her sign to put her plan in place. While he was leaning down to get her from under the bed, she jumped up and shot him in the back. "I win!"

18. Joe Hendry

Daisy looked over when she heard the door open. "Hello, beauty." Joe greeted as he entered their flat. He took a moment to put away the groceries before he laid down beside on the ground. "Why are we on the floor today?" He asked with a smile. He knew she only did this when she'd done something really ridiculous. "I wrapped everyone's gifts... Without stopping to write down who's was what." She answered before covering her face with his hands. It took everything in him not to burst out laughing right there. She was obviously embarrassed, and he didn't want to make it worse, but it was hilarious. In fact he gave it a week before she was telling everyone about it. "I'll go unwrap it all for you. I'll even wrap them all over again. All you have to do is write out the tag." The Scottish man offered. He seen her nod minutely before he stood up. He knew she'd hidden his gifts weeks before. "Come on, love. We'll have it all sorted in no time."

19. Baron Corbin (takes place around NXT era)

Abigail always loved Christmas night. The stress of the morning was gone, and it gave way to comfort. She was curled up on the couch with Baron, Friday the 13th playing on the tv. Absently one hand was scratching his scalp while the other held one of his. It was definitely a unique Christmas, but she loved it. There was no place she'd rather be then in his arms on their couch. Feeling his eyes on her made her look up, smile on her face. "I love you, Abby." Baron said quietly. "I love you too. More than you know." She replied easily. She knew that this was it for her. She was fine with that. She untangled her hand from his hair and kissed his cheek. "Nowhere else for me in the world but right here." The woman told him before turning her attention back to the tv.

20. Marty Scurll

"You fucking numpty!" Marty heard Luna yell as soon as he opened the door. His eyes widened as he sat down the bags in his hand. Had his hell trip to the mall not been long enough? He moved to leave when she appeared in the living room. "Not you. Don't even think about walking back out of that door." Luna told him pointedly before grabbing one of the spare tape rolls. "'Wrap them together so she doesn't know what it is, Luna.' God, what a fucking dumbass." She mocked herself before she went back into their bedroom. Without being told he picked the bags back up and followed her. She was stubborn, but he could tell that she needed help whether she liked it or not. What was on the bed could only be described as a wrapping nightmare. Though the three small boxes were covered, the paper was wrinkled and there was enough tape to make another box. "Hey there, love. Need some help with that?" He asked quietly. She'd either give in or stabbing him with the scissors sitting next to her. Her eyes went between him and the present a few times. "Is it that bad?" She asked in defeat. When he didn't immediately answer she pushed it towards him. "Be my guest, Marty. Be my guest." She told him before flopping onto her pillow.

21. Matt Jackson (I don't have a name for his OC yet. 🤦🤷😂)

Her eyes shined as she looked at the tree. It was her favorite holiday, and it was the first one she was having with him. Matt kissed her temple before he gently turned her around. "You are the epitome of beauty and Christmas cheer, but if you look at the tree anymore you're going to go blind. That or the tree's catching on fire. Now, I don't know about you but to me those sound like horrible ways to spend the rest of Christmas Eve. So I'll make us some hot chocolate and you can pick what movie we watch." His offer made her laugh. "You're going to regret that, but I'll take you up on that offer." She told him before kissing his cheek and sitting on the couch. "Babe, the only regrets I have are some of the stupid things I've done in the ring. I'm pretty sure that whatever you choose won't be as bad as jumping off a ladder." He seen her think it over before she nodded. "If you say so. Hurry up so I can surprise you. I have the perfect movie in mind." Matt playfully rolled his eyes before he went to the kitchen.

22. Jack Gallagher

Genevieve sat back as she looked at the gifts. She'd chosen to spend Christmas with Jack instead of fighting to get cross country. Judging by the way she was feeling it was the right choice. She didn't understand why he'd been so nervous the night prior. He'd gotten her everything she wanted. Even things that were cute and practical like the travel fridge that would keep her energy drinks cold at work. Most people seen the title makeup artist and just shrugged it off and got her cosmetics. But he knew how picky she was. He knew that she didn't want to think about work while she was relaxing. "Thank you, Jack. It's perfect. All of it is perfect." She whispered. When she looked up she seen him smiling so wide that it looked painful. "I'm glad that you like it all." He told her with a quiet laugh. Maybe he was being silly and maybe he had overdone it. He just wanted a way to tell her thanks. They'd become closer since she moved in. Maybe they weren't together, but he knew now more than ever that he loved her. She'd become his confidant. He didn't have time to finish thinking before her lips were on his.

23. Zack Sabre Jr

Lyla texted her sister and Marty before she snuck out of bed. Zack was still out cold, and she was okay with that for the time being. It gave her a chance to make a quick breakfast before they opened gifts and went on with the Christmas festivities. It didn't take long for her boyfriend to wake up once he smelled the food. "Merry Christmas, babe." He called as he exited their room. "Merry Christmas, Zack. I see Santa decided that even the naughty one got gifts this year." The woman joked as she turned off the stove. "You can't say much. I watched you break a bat on somebody." Before she could correct him his lips were on hers. She rolled her eyes when they parted but still let it slide. "Keep that up and I'm taking some back." Lyla chided before she sat down on the floor with her plate. "You wouldn't dare."

24. Adam Cole (Set in the If You Were Smart/ If You Cared universe! (Look y'all idk what the fuck is going on there but the idea wouldn't leave))

She didn't know what made her do it. Yet when Adam sent her flight info and a plane ticket she couldn't find it in her to say no. Things had been tense, to say the very least. She'd barely actually spoken to him since he said he wanted to be there. They texted sporadically, but were still basically strangers. He promised her she just had to stop by and then she could leave. No strings attached. He just wanted to give her a gift. That's how she found herself nervously knocking on an apartment door. Almost immediately he pulled the door open and greeted her with a bright smile. Clad in a tee shirt and jeans with his hair tossed into a bun she was able to appreciate how handsome he was. Not just in the roguish way she seen him the night their lives changed, but overall. That damned smirk was replaced with a real smile. It took her a second to snap out of it. "Hi." She said quietly, blush rising up her neck. She felt stupid. She watched his eyes scan her midsection before he cocked his head. With a roll of her eyes she pulled her hoodie and shirt up just past her stomach. "Still small and barely noticeable." The woman deadpanned. The few people who knew all had the same reaction. She acted annoyed, but in reality it warmed her heart. They wanted to know about her little one. Without thinking one of Adam's hands were on the small bulge. "Noticeable to the people who look." He whispered quietly. As if he was snapping out of a daydream he pulled his hand away. "Sorry. Come in, princess." He told her after clearing his throat. She only nodded as she passes by him. It was one of the few moments he actually let himself show his feelings on the situation. He played it cool but she could see the awe in his eyes. The man was starting to warm up to the idea of being a dad. "I can't offer you a drink... So... Do you want something to eat?" He asked with a small laugh once the door was shut.

25. Joey Ryan (He was the first one that popped up when I opened Instagram 🤷😂)

Joey took a deep breath before he approached her. It was now or never. Christmas was just around the corner. They weren't extremely close but he considered a friend. They worked at plenty of shows over the last two years. "What's up, Joey?" The woman asked when the man approached her. She knew by the look on his face that he had a plan. "Nobody should be alone on Christmas. Come to my place and hang out." His forwardness took her by surprise. "Excuse me?" She finally sputtered out after a few seconds. "Nothing like that, kid! I just... I don't know. I figured you didn't want to be alone. You've already said you aren't doing anything. Just swing by and we'll watch TV or something. It's totally up to you. You don't even have to get me anything." The man tried to explain with a shrug. After a few seconds she nodded her head. "Thank you, Joey. I'll be there."

[taraunderstars]

The Ancient Corrupted Void Monster

Under the cut, a longish summary  of a really recent adventure we had. It’s in “story form” (with almost accurate dialogues, lol), leaving some more personal bits behind.

I have met this enchanting God-tier creature in a particular context, which didn’t end as he had wished it’d do. There was a contract we were both parties of, and those who issued the contract promised him things they couldn’t give him. In retaliation, he clearly said he wanted to eat me but he chickened out and fled, chased by another God-tier entity.

I thought it was over and I’d never cross path with him again, that he would be either dead or otherwise occupied. I was wrong.  Five days ago on the physical world, for the first time in forever, I took down all my personal wards and shields and redid them the minute after. This dude caught my scent in the minute I took. He came from worlds away, and arrived in my vicinity Sunday night. I noticed because my energy was suddenly on high alert mode, adrenaline pumping in my veins, my etheric body not aligned with my physical, hell I was freaking out without knowing why. Lesho was very supportive and comforting, said it was nothing to be afraid of and motivated me like a cheerleader, because I was at work having a panic attack. It was a bad timing, I had nothing on me, I couldn’t go out of body to properly take care of whatever was sending me on edge. My core was very agitated, it was uncomfortable as hell (plus, as I’d realized later, that just kept sending random and blurry beacons at the fucker, lol).

As soon as I was out of work in the morning Lesho said it was Robert (let’s call him that), back for me, hunting down my vessel to eat me. I went home, (letting Lesho chose the music and she played "Carry on my Warward Son", lol, basic bitch), grabbed some tools and went to a nearby hill, hoping to catch the end of the night to be at my more powerful state. I sat down in the icy wind, lit a lantern, put a summary ward to cover my already warded body, and went flying.

He came instantly. His form was massive af, 600 feet high, standing on all fours, this big black shape with sharp teeth and spiral horns. In spirit form I was feeling none of the earlier agitation, and Lesho by my side was ready to jump and help me if I needed to (she lets me do things alone as much as possible, for my “education”, as she says). We exchanged niceties; he growled, making the wind around my vessel pick up and almost sending me back to it. Then he attacked, aiming for the general vicinity of my physical body he couldn’t see. I tried some tricks, even scaled up his body at one point using my sword as an handle, but I quickly realized I only managed to piss him off. As I was standing on his neck, half supporting my weight with my wings, Lesho entered communication.

"What do you plan on doing, if I'm not bothering you?"

"You are, I was having the time of my life being shaken right and left."

"So I noticed. It's getting late, you should hurry."

"I'm going to try and use void on him. He's from the void, no? That should have some effect on him."

She lifted an eyebrow telepathically. I smirked as I drew my void blade from thin air, and slashed, letting the pitch black energy take a larger form as it connected with his neck and decapitated him.

I joined Lesho, happy to be secure and eager to go to bed because I could feel the distant strain on my vessel, and the cold biting my face. She made a Face, I turned around and holy shit, I saw aggressive black tendrils rising from Robert's body. She joined me as I jugulated them, using my void blade to separate them from the corpse. She was silent so I know I was not doing the Right Thing, but I decided to keep going anyway and observe because I had no better idea.

The last tentacle morphed; it soon swallowed the whole corpse and became a big tower of oily black matter, with hundreds of eyes on its surface. I sliced it in half, using some other power. The tower collapsed on itself, becoming a thick liquid absorbing light in an (odder) way, then all that was left was a pile of the gooey matter that soon was absorbed by the earth. I flew to the place, turning on my "layer view" and realized Robert had, once more, escaped.

Lesho chuckled. "Can I make fun of-"

"Too soon."

We immediately set to work on giving my physical body the same wards we had devised against him in a faraway location, so he couldn't sniff me out again.

  The day after, as I was driving my car in the vicinity of this hill, I suddenly sighted him walking over a forest. "Fuck he's still here!"

Lesho shrugged. "He'll tire of searching." I gave her a Look. "Okay, he won't. Do you want to deal with him?"

"What are our options? I don't want him to escape again."

"He's still hurt, he's probably weaker. I bet you could easily make sure he won't escape."

"It would be nice to know why my body reacts this way? It's… crippling, to say the least." She smirks. "Fair. Don't tell me. I'll figure it out." … "Could I…"

"Oh no… what stupid idea has gotten to your brain this time, again?"

"Maybe I could persuade him we could be allies? Maybe I don't have to kill him, you know, him being an old god from a foreign world and all…"

"My. Of course, you could *try*. It won't be easy, considering he's a simpleton only happy to eat things floating in the universe.” She's hard on him. He was not a simpleton at all, he was very capable of reasoning. He just wasn't used to his food conversing with him. Last time, we hanged around with him for a long period and he wasn't big on having debates, even before he thought of us as food.

After researching on the matter (and after I asked some ppl I trust), we devised a plan to trap him and destroy him in the fastest, more secure way. Something I'm already positive I can do, for once lol. That would leave us time to woo him.

I was taught how to heal my physical body with my astral one (weirdest, coolest way to heal oneself), and understood how dumb I was for not realizing sooner they both had very, very different energy signatures and attunements. My astral body was very capable of handling and conjuring void energies, and could take damage from corrupted void energy to a point, whereas my physical body and its energy couldn't be more adverse to void. I'm still pondering the implications of that. I hate not being able to remember important shit like this.

Tuesday evening, I had a field day sitting at my window, watching Robert roaming the countryside, extending a tendril of energy and feeling him search for it, only to realize there's nothing. Lesho laughed at my antics. I actually learned a bit about how he could feel me/how my core could be felt even through the best wards, if I let it reach out. We devised it would be dealt with the day after, leaving enough time for Lesho to complete with Q the cage she'd use.

When the following day rolled by, I could feel the corruption rising, and I know we had to do something, fast, or else nature and spirits would suffer. As soon as I had the opportunity, I got out of body completely and flew to an empty field. I conjured him and there he was, trying to grasp me with his claws. I jumped to an air current, letting him follow me with his huge body. Etheric trees cracked. I heard screams but I went on, guiding him towards Lesho's trap.

We played mouse and cat for some time. I was adamant on making him believe he had the upper hand. Each time I stroke currents with my staff, I heard him roar in rage. I flew faster, higher; until we were so far up we were out of the atmosphere. He made a last motion towards me, only for the cage to fall conveniently on his front hand/claw/whatever that thing was called.

"Oooops" said Lesho. "My bad, I wasn't aiming for your hand at all."

He shrieked. We all jumped layers, making the cage follow smoothly. Below us, a powerful current was headed directly to the energy equivalent of Mount Doom. Robert's energy was kept within the cage, so his roars had no other effect on us and our surroundings, but the magic infused metal was getting hotter by the minute under the duress.

"Stupid humans! You have no idea what you are doing!"

Lesho smirked. The cage suddenly dropped a few feet. "Unfortunately for you, and as you should already be aware considering our... history, we are far from human. And we know exactly what we are doing here."

"Unleash me! Or I'll eat you!"

"Do you still want to carry on your plans, dear?" asked Lesho sarcastically towards me.

I took my best voice. "I have an offer to make. Should you change your mind and accompany us in peace, I'll give you things to eat as long as you follow us."

A powerful growl. "I'd rather die than be in the service of anyone!"

Lesho dropped the cage again. "Ooops, what were you saying again?"

"You. I should have eaten you before-"

The cage dangled dangerously, sending him careening to a side.

"He won't change his mind. You know that. He already demonstrated how stubborn he is several times. And if we don't do this, he'll eventually go back to eat *them*. We would endanger *children*."

"… I know. Let’s do it."

"Any last words?" she asked him.

His energy swirled in his eyes in sickly volutes. "Fuck you."

I let her release her hold on the cage, and I pushed it in the current with a bitter heart. I hate killing things, if things could have happened differently…

We directly went back to work on healing the countryside he wasted, and helping the spirits. I was very happy to see the corruption hadn't been too bad. We went back home to grab our friends, and set to work for several tedious hours. 

[ladyjonquilinthenorth]

Stormb*tch

Before I begin my unsolicited recap of the episode, I beg you to please excuse the disorderliness of the piece and lack of direct quotes. I’m at work at the moment and I can’t fact check the quotes right now, so this post is pretty much based off of my impressions of last night and general scrolling through Tumblr. Please excuse the following incoherent jumble of thoughts.

Dragonstone

Ok. First impression, Fire Beast Castle is straight up sinister. It gives me the creeps. It’s all dark and brooding and I don’t know how those poor Targs of Valyria the Old were holed up in there for 100+ years. I would have gone crazy.

D is headed down the path of insanity and I HAVE NO REGRETS. Her little speech to Varys was vaguely threatening AF. Be my dude and bow at the altar of my greatness, and you may live. Poison me like you advised Good King Bob and I will feed you to my dragons. Tell me, o readers, is this what one calls a kind, benevolent, and just queen?  It’s becoming clearer and clearer just how opposite Jon and D are. One is, like I said, just and benevolent, and the other is ruthless, power hungry, and much much much too self-confident.

I gotta say, though, I have a soft spot for wise old ladies, and I loved the little conversation with Olenna, and how she inspired the great and mighty Mother of Dragons to listen to her sage advice. Ignore the men and you’ll survive. Advice that I wholeheartedly agree with, though at this point, I’m kinda rooting for D to disregard said advice because *whispers*I don’t want her to survive. There. I said it. Make it quick, GoT Fandom. I don’t want to suffer.

And don’t even get me started on the Lady Mel’s sudden appearance! Did you see how D’s eyes light up when she hears that the prophecy may not necessarily be referring to a prince?? That lady is headed down the rabbit hole and I am here for it. And D, from one gal to another, you are NOT Jon Snow’s QUEEN until he kneels to you (which I hope and pray that Jon will not be stupid enough to do). He has his own kingdom and until he decides to proclaim you as such, you really need to get a hold of that self-titling obsession you’ve got. It’s not pretty.

Ok, but GWxM killed me. KILLED ME. “I have one weakness” ahjdhflhlsfhlgsjlgsjlgjslg. But to be honest, you know how it is when you play the Game of Thrones. They’re both basically walking corpses now :(

King’s Landing

“In Essos, her brutality is already legendary. She crucified hundreds of noblemen in Slaver’s Bay. And when she grew bored of that, she fed them to her dragons.”

Cersei, pal, I never thought I’d say this, but I agree with you, lady. I agree with you! This woman knows of that which she speaks.

@heathergee25 has a Tarly theory that looks to be on the right track. Go check it out!

Otherwise, idk, bored.

Oldtown

Ew, Samwell, ew. That scene was basically me browsing through another window on my screen while crackling flesh and unholy grunts made their way through my headphones. Poor Jorah and his love letter to his Khaleesi.

But I love the fact that, as JBW pointed out, bookish, shy Sam was never good at anything, yet here, in the library, here he finds his battleground, and I firmly stand behind all those underappreciated BTS players who ultimately save the day!. Sam “I killed an actual White Walker with a blade of glass” Tarly is not here for your “no can do” attitude. Looking at you, Maester Slughorn.

Arya

My baby Arya is going home!!! Hot Pie called her pretty!!! I think that’s the first time in her life she’s been called pretty and she liked it!! And her face when she finds out that her beloved Jon Snow is now King in the North!! Damn you, D&D, making my baby Starklings just miss each other. Can’t say I’m surprised, though.

I don’t cry often when watching things, but I literally had tears of joy welling in my eyes when Arya spotted Nymeria and she let herself be petted. Man, that wolf if huge! And then, of course, when Nymeria backed away, my heart cracked just that wee bit. *sniffs* WHY?????

Somewhere in the Narrow Sea

I’m not one for battle scenes, so I didn’t really follow along. Sorry if that’s your thing. BUT, Yara and Ellaria get it on, obviously, mere moments before their ship is ransacked by Pirate Uncle Euron. Obviously. Never really cared for the Sand Snakes, so I’m glad they’re gone. And Theon. I don’t know what set him off, but that guy has some serious PTSD and that breaks my heart. Are you dead, Theon? Please don’t be dead, Theon. I have so many questions.

Winterfell

Saved the best for last. *rubs hands gleefully together* Let’s get down to it!

I’mma be honest  here for a sec, we got wayyyy too few North scenes and they were much too rushed.  I would be happy to watch an entire 8 seasons of just my Starklings home in their ice castle. But that’s just me.

Boy, they are really laying it on thick with the Ned/Cat parallels. They’re not even trying to be subtle at this point. The first scene begins just the way the Ned/Cat scene begins in S1. An arrow hitting a target with the lord and lady figures looking down from on high. I swear though, that’s a scene straight out of a Jonsa future-fic. Mother and Father gazing down proudly as their Stargaryen babies become the best archers and swordsmen in the land.

Jon looking to Sansa for her take on Tyrion great and if you still think StarkBowl is an actually feasible possibility as cast and crew love to claim, just watch the episode. You’ll have no doubts whatsoever.

Ok. Meeting scene. I know that we all may not agree with Jon’s decisions all the time, but he is just, benevolent, and decisive. All good things in a king. Now, if he would only listen to his platonic-hot-sister-wife-hand-queen, that would be even better.

He makes his decision with listening to the dissenting voices and you know what, I understand him. “The North is my home. It’s part of me and I will never stop fighting for it, no matter the odds”. Jon has no desire to meet D. He has no desire to bend the knee. He needs the dragonglass and that is the one and only reason why he is going south. Sansa knows that he needs the weaponry and the army that D can provide. She knows that the WW are the biggest threat right now. But she protests because she’s SCARED. The last two times that the Starks rode south, they never returned. Also, kinda awkward that one grandfather roasted the other one. Oops.

But that look when Jon turns to Sansa, looks her straight in the eye, and says “I will accept”, did me in. It’s like no one else exists in the room and Hubby just asked Wifey for her consent in their secret married language. But what absolutely killed me was Sansa’s face when Jon leaves her the North. Props to Sophie and Kit, you guys, I have no words. Sansa haters will say that this is all she wanted, for Jon to leave her in charge to do with Winterfell what she wants. I say no. Sansa has been through so much, and as another blogger pointed out, they both have been constantly told that they know nothing. To suddenly have her experiences acknowledged and validated, and to be put in a position of trust by the ruler of Winterfell, I think that is the most gratifying, humbling thing she has ever experienced. And that all is clearly written on her face. Sophie, I love you.

One last thing. When Sansa gives her speech that Jon is abandoning the North, his people, etc, I SWEAR it’s on the tip of her tongue to say “you’re abandoning me”. I swear it. Fight me. 

THE SCENE which I have literally been looking forward to since the trailer came out was everything that I could have wanted, and more! Jon staring teary-eyed at the statue of his “father”, LF creeping up behind him like the creepyfinger he is, muttering unnecessary nonsense about Cat and how she never loved Jon. Jon is all like “why are you here, tho. Go away, asshole”. And as he’s about to leave, LF let’s slip about Sansa. And Jon FLIPS OUT. My lords and ladies, let me tell you, LF had a suspicion and that suspicion was just confirmed. The most fascinating thing about this episode, TBH, was watching Jon’s face transform from calm, annoyed indifference to snarling dragon-wolf hybrid ready to attack. I mean, his lip twitched and he actually snarled! I am always here for baby Jon going all Crazy Grandpa Aerys when somebody insults his platonic hot sister wife. Always here. And that smirk on LF’s blue face as Jon exits the crypts in a huff, that man knows things.

Not gonna lie, super bummed that we got no formal goodbye scene, and Jonny galloped out of Winterfell way too fast. But I do have some thoughts on what we did get. That wave. Now, I don’t remember the Jaime/Brienne scene, but seeing the gifs floating around, yep, I agree. But what I got from that brief moment was that there was a general feeling of controlled, conscious restraint. Sansa agrees that it’s necessary for Jon to leave. But she’s freaking terrified, and I think that if she lets slip something more that a curt wave and shy smile, the whole dam will break loose and she’ll never recover. That’s what I got.

Ok, time to wrap it up. Thanks for getting this far, hope you enjoyed my ramblings, and tell me what you think.

Love ya, Jonsa fam!