#we just sorta keep finding each other its crazy!!!!!!!!!

[homobeast]

been like….. gravitating towards other leatherfolk recently and sort of like….. serendipitously…… hehe

[inbabylontheywept]

bad dating stories time: the shoe incident

so in highschool, my best friend wasnt allowed to go on dates unless there was another couple there to keep an eye on him. part of this was his parents being insane, but also, part of it was him being insane. in a problem with no reasonable parties, there are no reasonable solutions.

at some point in my junior year, my sorta-gf broke up with me, and i just wasnt feeling dating, which was bad for my friend, because he had a good thing going with a girl he met in court.

he kind of hounded me about it. kept pushing me to just put me feet back in the dating pool and i wasnt real thrilled about it, because i knew he was pushing me for his own benefit, not mine, so i kept telling him to fuck off, and after a few weeks of being told that i would date when i was damn well ready, he eventually said: okay. what if i paid for the date AND found you a blind date AND all you had to do was show up?

and i shouldve said no, i know, but i let him wear me down, and i will own my fault in that. a date starting on such a stupid premise could never have gone well.

but he still managed to find a way to make it worse.

i dont know how long he tried to set a blind date up. it couldve been multiple attempts. he couldve stooped to this immediately. but what happened in the end was that he called a girl from the ward he attended - a girl that he knew had a giant, mushy crush on him - and he said: hey! how would you feel about going on a date this weekend?

(you know, implying it was with him, but never actually saying it.)

and she said YES WOW I WOULD LOVE TO and he said great! and then he called me up and said he found me a date.

i did not learn about his crimes until several weeks later. i will die swearing before god almighty that i would never have allowed this travesty to happen if i had known.

that was on a monday. the date of the date rolled around that friday evening, and im sorry to confess, i really phoned the whole thing in. i showed up in my favorite comfy outfit, which was also a fashion crime: basketball shorts and flipflops and a baja hoodie. it was super comfy but it made me look kind of crazy. i picked him up first, and then i picked up his date next, and then we went to pick up my date, and thats where you're gonna get the play by play.

i arrived, walked across the yard, and knocked on the front door. she opened it almost immediately, like shed been waiting right by it, and i could see her expression go from OMG IM SO EXCITED to super disappointed, then disgusted and finally pissed. and because i didn't know about my friends sins, i thought it was from my outfit. which seemed... harsh. like, hey, im allowed to be quirky, fuck you. also its a blind date, i thought the deal was that we were both going to be sad broken sacks of mortality.

anyway, we looked at each other for several seconds before she slammed the door in my face.

i looked back at my friend. he was sweating bullets. i dont know what he expected from this, but there was this big long pause where we both tried to figure out what to do, and then the door opened up, and her dad invited me in, and he said she was gonna need a few minutes to finish getting ready, and that in the meantime we could sit and talk.

we did not talk. we did sit. i sat down on the couch, and he sat down in a chair across the couch, and then instead of talking he cleaned his pistol on the coffee table. i wasnt actually sure if it was a threat, or if it was just a fidget thing for 40+ year old republican men, but when i tried to help he got snappy so i just watched him put a pistol back together.

he was okay at it.

eventually my date came downstairs, still mad as hell for reasons beyond my ken, and i felt pretty guilty for being such a mess because i thought that was why she was so angry. i tried to make up for by walking her to the car and getting the door for her, just generally trying to be extra polite, but before i could make it back to the drivers side, her dad called me back to the door. so i flipped around, went to the door, and immediately regreted my decision.

soon as i was within range, her dad got waaaay too close to me, leaned in, and said "whatever you do to her, i will do to you," and my brain went into overdrive making three consecutive realizations.

realization one was, damn, the pistol thing was a threat. that sucks. what an asshole. realization two was, wait, im autistic and even i know theres a 0% chance me and my date even hold hands, least of all boink. does this guy actually think there's even a 1% chance of anyone in that car getting laid tonight? is he an idiot? and then realization three went through, which was wait, is this guy threatening to fuck me? and unfortunately, with my brain doing so much processing, my mouth was left to run amok, so somewhere between realization 2 and 3, i said:

"i can't get pregnant"

which, i swear, wasn't actually me trying to be a smartass, it was just me pointing out that he couldn't actually follow up on that threat. it just wasn't possible. we do not live in the omegaverse and im not scared of you.

still, it was an insanely catastrophic thing to say, and the moment we both heard it, we bluescreened. that single sentence obliterated both of our momentary streams of consciousness like a saltine in front of a sand blaster. problem was, he'd probably gone his whole life not even realizing someone could say something that stupid, and making that realization was going to cost him a lot of thinking time. me though? i had been saying shit like that for 17 years, i didnt have to rewrite my expectations of human nature, i just had to plan an exit and start striding. so i was already halfway back to the car before i heard "hey. hey come back. Hey. Hey. HEY. HEY WAIT. HEY GET BACK HERE. HEY-"

and then i was in my car, and i drove away.

if this happened today, he'd have called her, and the whole thing wouldve imploded then and there, but back then, there were still a decent number of teenagers without cell phones. especially the teenagers of insane, gun toting parents. so she just said: whoa what was that all about? and i said: dont worry about it, he'll tell you about it when you get home.

and she said: ok and went back to staring daggers at me and my friend.

WHICH SURPRISINGLY isnt even how the story ends.

we went to an improv comedy show, and it was a disaster. it shouldve been like, 7/10 tops, but between my date being mad, and my friend having a good time, and me having the existential terror of knowing that a guy with a pistol was probably waiting outside his house for me to come back, it was easily 11/10. i laughed way too hard at everything. especially the jokes that flopped. id sit there in this mostly silent room and laugh until i dry heaved a little, and my date was absolutely disgusted, and even my friend was a little embarrassed, which would just make me laugh harder. i laughed so hard that night i could barely talk the next day. and then the show ended, and my friend said, you know, that was a good time, but i think we should maybe do something a little chiller? who wants to walk around the park? and his date said yeah, and my date said no, and i finally had mercy on the poor woman so i said, look, im gonna drop you off. and i am so, so sorry about this, but im dropping you off like a block away. super duper sorry.

do talk to your dad about the pistols thing if you dont want this happening more in the future tho.

and she said: okay. so i dropped her off, and she walked a block down, and that was that.

then i drove my friend and his date to a park that was good for wandering. i figured they wanted something more private, so instead of following them around point blank, i chose a park with this 30 foot rope tower, and i climbed to the top and i said: hey i can see you anywhere from up here, you are officially chaperoned from a distance. get panopticoned idiot. except my friend really is an idiot, and he didnt really get the whole 'now i dont have to third wheel so insanely hard with you guys' thing so he climbed up the tower too, and then his date followed behind him, so there are three people basically sitting together on top of a telephone pole.

and then they started making out.

i was close enough to hear it.

i didnt really know what to do so i was just kind of sitting there, dissociating, when some college kids came around and started shaking the tower. my friend's date went aaaaaaaaaa im afraid of heights :( and my friend went oh, dont worry, ill hold you tight ;) and i went hey, im gonna climb down and ask them to stop.

so i did climb down, and i did ask them to stop, and they flipped me off, which i wasnt even mad about. at that point i was i was like yeah, it would be weirder if this wasnt a mess. gods plan has been to fly this day like a 747 into my metaphorical twin towers and brother he is close enough for me to see him grinning through the cockpit window. still, eventually the college students got bored, so they climbed up the tower, which gave my friend and his date a window to climb down, and together we walked back to my car.

now, i cant explain why this is, but sitting back in the drivers seat was my carriage-back-into-a-pumpkin moment. i'd been chill about all the chaos, just rolling with the punches, but sitting down made me realize how much of a shitshow the day had been, and while i couldnt go back and fix all of it, i could go back and fix one thing.

so i told my friend and his date, hey, you two, stay here and don't do anything weird. don't. then i walked back to the rope tower, and i started picking up the shoes the college students had left at the base in order to climb.

about halfway through this, i realized that if i took all their shoes, they might think i was in it for the money, and i actually wanted them to know i was in it specifically to spite them. fuck those guys. so i put all the right shoes back, gave myself a 100 foot headstart, yelled "nice shoes, assholes", did a little jig, and started running.

my advice to everyone is that college students are faster than you think. even with the headstart, and the whole climb down the tower thing, i was still only fivish seconds ahead of them by the time i got to my car. i flung the door open, looked in the backseat, didnt see anyone, flung the stolen shoes in the backseat, heard two "ow"s, took that as proof of presence, jumped in and pealed out of the lot.

my friend and his date popped up a few seconds later. they were, uh, doing something weird in the back seat. my one request - obliterated.

they climbed up to ask where the hell all the shoes had come from, and i was like yeah i stole them from the college students, and they were like oh. cool. hope you had fun. and i was like, i did. i did. but speaking of fun, what were you doing back there?

and for the first time in my buddies life, i think he was actually embarassed.

[markos-husband]

Hector Valentino Airnesto Condicionado Headcanons

Sfw

• Chubby. Without a doubt this man is chubby. We never really get a good look at Hector without his cardboard box he calls clothes (I love you Hector, please get some actually clothes my love). We can see his body a bit better in his ending and, to me at least, he look very clearly chubby but its also kinda hard to see his body.

• I love his face so much, I can't even describe it. His soft jaw, his slight double chin, his curls, his crooked nose AHHHH- He's so perfect.

• He has some of the best handwriting you've ever seen. His cursive his beautiful but him writing in Spanish is other worldly with how beautiful it looks. I think that he loves to leave you letter and notes for you to find, especially if he knows you're having a hard day.

• Smells sooooo good. I imagine him smelling like hazelnut, cocobutter, and that smell when you turn on the heat for the first time in the winter, that sorta smokey, dusty smell. He's also well groomed. He uses soap, body wash, shampoo, conditioner, and a hair mask every time he takes a shower, and not a five in one.

• He's gives off Phantom of the Opera vibes for sure and I thinks he's definitely written songs for you but I dont think he a good singer. I love him! But that man couldn't sing to save his life, his off tempo and slightly off key. It not his voice that's the problem, just rhythm issues.

• Speaking of Hector's voice, he does occasionally speak to you in his deep voice, especially during intimacy but he get embarrassed talking like that when there isn't a barrier between you and him. I actually like his natural, higher voice despite a lot of people not. If you don't like Hector in his cardboard box, high pitch, double chin form, you dont deserve him as he faceless, mysterious figure in the vents 😤.

• Some of his favorite nicknames for you are "my love" "my darling" "mi amor" "sweet boy" and "my starlight" when he's feel poetic.

Nsft

• Average size. He isn't crazy big but he's not small either. He had dark curls down there that he trims now and then but most let's go wild. VERY sensitive tip that constantly drips pre-cum, no need for lube!

• Switch but mostly a bottom, and definitely a sub even when he tops. If you ask him to be more dominant he will but you're always the one in control over him. He focuses on your pleasure always, please tie him up and make him cum a few times.

• He's loud but very embarrassed about it. He covers his face as tried his best to be quiet but when you pin down his hips to keep him from squirming and thrust so deep you hit his prostate, how can he be quiet? All the objects in the house know about what happened just from Hector. He always tries to talk during sex which get a bit frustrating because he just keeps telling you that he doesn't have to cum and that he'll be okay when he very clearly is about to cum from your touch. Gag him and the moan and whimpers that escape will be ungodly.

• Very open to trying new thing. Bondage? He can tie a good knot and doesn't mind the feeling of control being taken away. Toys? Anything that will make your experience more pleasurable even if they toys are for him. Wax play? Ice cubes? Uh, he might be a bit too into this one...

• Begs. This goes along with how loud he is but he will beg like there is no tomorrow, he is not ashamed to ask for what he wants.

• Aftercare is cleaning each other up and then cuddling. Hector is the little spoon, without a doubt, but he also really likes to read to you afterward when you're all cuddled up in your warm blanket.

First time doing headcanons in years bro, I hope yall like this!!

[prosciuttoon]

Toshiro/Shuro is overhated

(mirror of my thread on twitter)

ever wanted to talk abt something so bad but u have so many thoughts so u cant even begin to organize a sentence. thats me abt shuro and its why i cant give my thoughts on him. i NEED to get this out of my system bc its takign up so much memory in my brain i need that space for thinking.

so i was really surprised to find so much hate for him even tho he seems pretty normal and rational out of the whole cast. ive deducted that its mostly abt his laios fight and that the ppl who hate him probably had bad experiences w social cues and relationships w neurotypicals bc of that. theres no way to avoid it bc its pretty much Right In Your Face that laios is ND. but thats not the only factor in why their relationship is rocky. its also the culture barrier. u have to understand toshiro was raised as JAPANESE NOBILITY ofc he would be a little conservative

also culture shock. idk if u know this but jp culture is very Mind Your Own Business like a lot of other asian cultures . ofc hes gonna be weirded out by a stranger invading his space. also his names not even Shuro. its just yt ppl not pronouncing his name right and settling for whats easiest.

img src: fan translation by savaralyn2 , i think its from the adventurers bible Complete Edition bc i dont remember it in the old one

ok you get the gist of the culture aspect of it. lets go into the ND/NT clash aspect of it. yes i understand its pretty hurtful to never be told when youre acting inappropriately. i am autistic too lmao. but you have to understand that shiro is one guy and he even does realize that repressing things is one of his fatal flaws. again. asian culture. non confrontational. that sorta thing. but these are genuine frustrations. if i were him id be annoyed too but id speak out about it. set boundaries. bc im blunt. shiros not. he was taught crazy strict manners (hierarchies, respect, politeness, etc).

his problem isnt ableism its a culmination of culture barriers, how he was raised to behave, and terrible lack of communication as thing caused by "all of the above" plus he just generally keeps to himself a lot which means repressing frustrations that will explode leading to a pathetic fistfight while hes starved, exhausted, and dehydrated. also. if he was ableist he would hate laios. he doesnt hate laios. at the end of the day, they are friends. NT and ND ppl can be friends u know. there will be rifts (like their fight) but you just have to communicate misunderstandings. theyre gonna be fine lol

anyways that was my whole spiel abt it. i think i got everything out that i wanted to? my head still feels a little full so i may add more later when i remember something

also i think its a little unfair to rule out the possibility of laios and him just being 2 very different kinds of ND bc its very common for misunderstandings to occur even then. EVERYONE IS DIFFERENT BUT WE NEED TO COMMUNICATE TO UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER! but for the sake of interpreting the Fight as a commentary on NT social rules and ND frustration, ill say toshiros NT. will we ever know? hes so far in the sidelines... youd really have to dig in the extra content to see the intricacies of his character.... please give him a chance

[dreamsy990]

your opinions on odypen please? :3

(prompt) hey. hey athena. athena you do NOT want me to get started on odypen. um a 5 if its not clear. anyways under this cut i am going to gush aimlessly. this is your warning turn back now

I LOVE ODYPEN I LOVE ODYPEN RARUGHHHHH i love them so much its like actually insane they drive me sooo fucking crazy i need to see them in every situation at every age i need to see them fall in love over and over again i need to watch them grow old together i cant even. articulate it.

there is something sooooooooo interesting about odypen to me. there is something about devotion that drives me insane and they are the very definition of the word ok. they do not care about circumstance they do not care what fucking happens. all that matters is that they love each other and they will continue to love each other forever.

yapping about the individuals now ahah. um i like odysseus' side of it a lot. IF ITS NOT CLEAR FROM MY ENTIRE BLOG AS OF LATE. something about penelope being like. quite literally his everything. one time i said something like "he is nothing before he is penelope's and without her he is nothing at all" and i think that kinda gets how i think about them. i specifically like ody being like. an unhealthy amount of obsessed with her. the glasses are not rose tinted they are just fucking red bro you cant see shit through these. anyways penelope isnt just his wife shes his lifeline shes his hope she is why he keeps going even when itd be so much easier to just give up and i find that soooo fun. hes such a freak about her. anyways i hate this guys reaction series because he is so lacking in media literacy its insane but he brought up the point that every time odysseus does something he desperately doesnt want to do he invokes penelope and i do really like that point. penelope comes before everything to him. i also like that hes specifically in love with her because shes so smart. mr self obsessed freak with a phd in massive ego-ology is like. i love my wife who is so smart she is on my level she is higher than it even. that part is very important to me too. anyways um thats ody.

and PENELOPE PENELOPEEEEEEE. waughhh i loveeee her so much. something about clinging to ghosts man. refusing to accept that hes dead and gone and he will never come home. i need her to yell at people for speaking about ody in the past tense soooo bad its crazy bro. i reallyyyy like her patience not only from a waiting perspective but also from a post canon angle beause like. we all agree ody is horribly traumatized by all that shit right. anyways her husband is sooo deeply fucked up and i love her staying through all that. she truly does not care whats going on or what hes going through thats her husband and she will be there for him. what the fuck ever mannnnn. i also like that shes not the nicest? penelope is kind but she is not gentle and thats soooo important to me. i just waughhhhhhhh. i love that she responds to odys question not with sweetness but with anger. how fucking dare he insinuate she would need to fall in love with him again. that in any world she could stop. its fucking crazy bro I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM.

anyways ummm less serious thoughts but still sorta serious bc i wanna yap about what i imagine their dynamic to be. so this is like somewhat headcanony. anyways

i like to think they argue a lot. not super seriously its just that theyre both very strong personalities and they find fucking with people fun and so the inevitable outcome is they will have an argument that seems like it will ruin their marriage to an outside observer, and then 3 seconds later they are making out sloppy style because thats their idea of foreplay. nobody does it like them fr

i loveeee the idea of them both being kinda clingy. precanon i think its less extreme, like whenever they have the opportunity they are together and probably being grossly in love in public. and then postcanon we uh times that by seven hundred. penelope is possessive odysseus is clingy and telemachus is gagging in the corner because theyre actually disgusting with how obsessed with each other they are. its like 70% a trauma thing probably. half a lifetime of seperation does that to a guy i guess.

and lastly, so importantly, penelope tops. thank you for your time you have been an incredible audience thank you for listening to my incomprehensible odypen ramblings

[asteroid-fruitcup]

long ahh rant about the lore of my warrior cats oc/sona

me? being in more than one fandom? i know crazy right? yeah well um ranting about my silly named Cloudstep

tagging @windowtoluxus because holy shit i’m going to cry laughing if you remember this but feel free not to read it because this is really fucking long

(tw for sewerside and self hatred but its really far down so i’ll put another warning there ehe)

cloudstep is weird sorta calico looking cat, like with normal calico colors but also with like stripes and gray (lemme pull up a picture of em)

this is the quickest one i could get its from a gift i made for catbark if you want heres the original

i don’t perfectly remember but i think they’re a siberian or a norwegian forest cat

originally, i actually made them a japanese bobtail but then i changed it because they live in a really cold climate (for some reason me and my friends decided on like switzerland but i don’t really know much about switzerland i read the wikipedia page for it a while ago ig)

heres their old design

(HELP ME MY OLD ARTSTYLE ASHKDHD)

so uh. if you ever see my username somewhere as like cloudstep or cloud_step or smth this is why

before i begin cloudsteps lore lemme rant about their UNIVERSE

so this whole weird alternate universe idea i had swirling in my head was supposed to be a complete joke and i wanted to make it as cringe as possible for like self expression purposes so laugh

basically in tnp the six or whatever died on their mission and like all the clans started dying out oof so then everyones kind of exploding and so somehow they get to the middle of switzerland (we’re all just like hey there were mice on a boat they got tempted but whatever the lore wasnt supposed to make sense) and they find a nice forest

so everyone sees some Fucking Puddle in a cave with 3 stars and they’re like “holy shit its a sign we should divide into 3 clans now!” so they divided into FireClan, StoneClan and MoonClan

me and my friends have a little lore for each but basically

fireclan is all the cats that are like heat resistant and their claws mildly burn you or smth theyre basically modern day shadowclan

moonclan is full of dumbasses. absolute dumbasses. something like that

stoneclan is just normal cats that have their shit together and know what they’re doing. quote on quote

enter stoneclan. there’s a cat named Lichentail. i hate him, i love him. probably my favorite other than like idfk a character that hasnt been introduced

backstory, lichentail’s mother is from moonclan, father from fireclan, and hes in stoneclan because he left as an apprentice i think i dont remember and im not asking the person who made lichtentail

now there’s also a cat in moonclan named Flareflare. we couldnt come up with a suffix for her so we jus named her flareflare. its okay because shes in the dumbass clan. but she was SUCH a dumbass and felt like SUCH an outcast that she walked her ass into the crystal cave and made a new clan called PineClan despite having no one else in the Clan. i dont know. our starclan was even worse than canon starclan.

so one day Stoneclan hears “holy shit, some dumbass started a clan” and the leader i forget his name goes up to Lichentail and is like “hey buddy can you find this flarey ahh and make sure she doesnt end the world and come back after like a moon or two” and lichentail is like “aight bet” and heads out into the middle of nowhere to find this actually red not orange pelted ragdoll fluffy ahh cat

hold on i have art for them both

lichentail

flarestar/flar yes shes blood red its described in a 50 page book i was writing as “the blood of her (nonexistent) enemies”

so yeah a lot of shit happens and after a moon or two pineclan has more cats! i’ll skip past a lot but for now

lichentail joined pineclan (also he canonically eats cheetos with flarestar no ship) his role keeps switching from warrior to medicine cat to deputy and he sucks at all of them

flarestar gets struck by lightning and dies once and then dies of rage once (lichentail was trying to steal snacks from an elementary school student and flarestar didnt like that) so 7 lives for her goddamn she will not live past 50 moons ar most

lichentail has a girlfriend named silverrose who totally isnt a bisexual murderer who killed her ex wife and repeatedly attempted to murder a cat named copperspots who i didnt mention because she’s with the stars now

some cats named crimsonpaw, lemonpaw, moonpaw, acornpaw, rosepaw and skypaw are in the clan now and their mentoring situations are a mess

moonpaw and acornpaw are slightly older than everyone else and also best friends

skypaw is the oldest

rosepaw is the youngest

crimsonpaw is flarestars child

soo. cloudstep…

cloudstep (well unnamed at the time) was born as a loner with their siblings (3) in the middle of nowhere. they’re a curious little shit so one day cloud asks younger sister torrentwind (also unnamed) “hey wanna explore” and torrent being a silly young fella is like “sure haha!!!” so they run off and soon realize they fucked up because uh oh theyre in the middle of nowhere and cant get home. so for about a week they traverse the landscapes until they roll down a hill towards pineclan territory and crimsonpaw finds them and spawns them into PineClan.

so yea. cloudpaw has an obbsession over leaves n stuff and is always trying to show the other apprentices the cool leaves they find! but no one cares because theyre just leaves!

ima just throw in a meme rq hold on

yeah basically if anything bad happened to me irl… this poor thing was getting the worst of it :3

AvA 11 core-

(tw here !!! i think this is a decent place to cut off bc the rest of the post is kinda that)

so yeah. cloudpaw likes leaves, no one likes leaves (should mention theyre also trajning to be a medicine cat so idk what this was about) and lichentail the little shit isn’t being helpful at all.

so cloudpaw is stressed as hell and decides to become a warrior. stuff gets a little better, she graduates or something, no more lichentail. and she has friends i guess but still no one really likes leaves

so yeah. she starts spiralling. waking up in the morning is getting harder for them. they’re getting dreams of lichentail and silverrose, a terrible fate for flarestar. they have no one to truly call family in pineclan, just a few friends. every day. wake up, if you can. hunt something, why do i smell blood on the borders? ignore it. walk back. there was nothing there anyways.

rosefur(paw) is dead? that was the scent on the borders. cloudstep wished that they cared, why didn’t they? lichenstar is the leader? great. just great. and he hated them too.

it was a terrible desicion, she doesn’t remember what it was, but they snapped at lemoncane on patrol and ran back to camp before anyone saw the gash on her face and questioned what caused it. who’s fault truly was it anyways? what had gotten into her?

the next moon was empty. nothing. silence on patrols. silence in camp. silence watching the rivers flow. silence feeling like lichentail had snuck upon the borders without her knowing. silence from everyone, not just them.

and yet, it felt like the same silence they had heard all those moons ago. everyone is still in silence. but crimsonstar is still around… no. just silence. and she probably doesn’t like leaves anyways.

cloudstep forgot to smile when they turned towards crimsonstar that day. thankfully.

there was a good bush of deathberries outside of camp. she left. silence. silence, silence. maybe the silence would end in starclan. whatever.

and they fell to the floor.

starclan wasn’t terrible, for the most part. at least they could visit moonheart and flarestar now. but what’s this? crimsonstar at the crystal cave? wants her back? misses her? found them and cried?

but why?

flarestar looked at cloudstep. the rules never seemed to apply anyways. and this would be the one smart desicion that flarestar would make, whether it should have been possible or not.

a few minutes passed and cloudstep woke up next to the berry bush once again

and suprisingly, had a friend greeting them at their arrival. with tears.

applogies from both sides. cloudstep never felt like she was living in silence anymore. not nesecarily chaos, but things weren’t monotonous anymore at least. times changed and so did she. and for once, maybe they had found their place.

…

(COUGH COUGH) TURNING OFF POETRY MODE (COUGH) (WHEEZE)

well ok thats my oc ig i’ll rant about more lore if you want ehe its like 11pm tho so goodnight tumblr

[thankssaragorn]

i had a stevebucky playlist a while ago and then i decided that it was wrong and remade it and i wasn't going to write anything about it but shocker, i did, so ta da here it is! its in vague chronological order and follows canon up until catws and then it diverges into that alt fanfic universe where cacw etc never happens and steve and bucky just find each other and live.

together -

[if we were vampires by noah kahan & wesley schultz] i've got this scene in my head where neither of them have really contemplated the rest of their lives in any great detail but they do know that whatever they do they'll do it together and like not even in a romantic sense just like they're fused together at the hip they're a pair why would you separate them that's ridiculous. and i'm just thinking about steve and how he's resigned to die first because his body can't keep up, that's what all the doctors have said his whole life and when he was 5 he got scarlet fever and steeled himself to die before his mother and that's a horrible thing to happen to anyone especially a little kid. and then i'm thinking about bucky who's very purposeful and serious and actionable and likes things to happen in a predictable way and being friends with steve is great and all but steve is an unknown variable in the sense that bucky can't place him in a box or predict what he's gonna do or anything, steve isn't certain. and i think for steve, a life well lived is beautiful even if its short, but bucky would rather they be vampires because if they can't die then that's one less thing he has to plan for.

[true blue by boygenius] do i even need to explain this one, well maybe i will just to say that steve and bucky are first and foremost best friends, and they'll be best friends in every story no matter their romantic entanglements and that's vital to their characters. "your love is tough, your love is tried and true blue"

[fast car by tracy chapman] idk man one day i got the brain worms about this and i never went back. this is sixteen year old bucky who's living through the great depression and seeing the horrors every day and putting his brave face on to everyone and then sitting on steve's fire escape and spinning tales about all the places they'll go visit.

[bang the doldrums by fall out boy] angry gay yearning anthem. steve is out late at the gay bars and bucky is too repressed to do anything about it who cheered. on loving someone so hard that you think you might crush them under the weight, but they don't even realize. "i cast a spell over the west to make you think of me the same way i think of you / this is a love song in my own way"

[long long time by linda ronstadt] this song is gorgina and then like whats it like yearning for someone that's so close to you. whats it like going to sleep and waking up beside someone and loving them so deeply and truly but never talking about it. steve and bucky can tell you because i don't think they talk about it until 2016. "i can't say you hurt me, when you never let me near" like okay steve not letting anyone comfort him after his mom dies. "all the while you fell, all over girls you never knew" like okay bucky hiding behind the charming neighborhood boy so hard that he can't tell where the facade ends and he begins.

[last goodbye by jeff buckley] this is like a montage where bucky goes to basic pretty soon after pearl harbor like jan 1942 and he trains for like a year and a half because that’s how he gets to sgt. so this is the montage of all the times bucky leaves and comes back for a little and leaves and every time he leaves they prepare for it to be the last time like he doesn't know what'll happen, he doesn't know when he'll be home again, if he'll be home again, it's all uncertain. so then they act sorta crazy in the face of impending doom and they're like okay next time i see him i'm gonna tell him, i'm gonna do it, i'm gonna risk it, and they never do because it never feels right "kiss me out of desire, baby, not consolation / oh you know it makes me so angry cause i know that in time / i'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye"

[gale song by the lumineers] this is when bucky starts getting letters from steve when he's on the uso tour and he's like wtf is this dude doing. and he really misses steve and wishes he was there but he's desperately glad that steve is home because every day bucky sees something worse than he saw the day before and he's the oldest child it's his job to handle things but he's never been able to handle steve before, but now he can because steve isn't here. so i think bucky starts doctoring his letters to steve a bit and putting more of the mask on like he does with his family.

[new york by snow patrol] bucky in the hydra camp and he's certain that he's going to die here. he's strapped to the table and zola's doing something horrible to him and he's thinking about his parents and his siblings and steve and he can't remember if he told becca he loved her in his last letter and he doesn't know what his ma will do if he dies. and then steve, and how they've been dancing around each other for years, and bucky decides if he miraculously makes it out of this he's gonna tell steve he loves him because he'd rather die with steve hating him than die with steve never knowing. "if you were here beside me instead of in new york / if the curve of you was curved on me / i'd tell you that i loved you before i ever knew you / cause i loved the simple thought of you"

[body to flame by lucy dacus] i call this one "bucky barnes and steve's rapid descent into captain america" except in my lore this is like the walk back to the army base after they all get out. and bucky is studying this strange large person who wears steve's face and wondering if he's in hell or if this is really happening. and then steve tells him that he's captain america and bucky gets so angry and spends the entire walk back icing steve out and dooming in his head about how steve's life is going to be changed forever because the army is never going to let him be free of this. this is like a hardcore bucky song to me like when i heard "you take me aside to solemnly confide / when it comes the time you plan to give your body to the flame" i was like oh so this is steve. and bucky knows that steve is never coming back. even if they both make it out of the war, nothing well ever be right again.

[james by maggie rogers] yearning on the battlefield who knew this was possible. first bit is steve, with the added horror of "may your snow capped mountains carry you far" like thats cool and fun, but steve is like bucky go home why are you here go home be safe and of course bucky wont do it. and then the second bit is bucky because he told himself in that lab that if he ever saw steve again he'd tell him he loved him but when he sees steve again steve has a girl, and she's lovely and scary and bucky can't help but be really fond of her, and the third bit is both of them like grappling with the idea that if they survive this war things will be different because they are different people now, they wont be tied together like they used to be, they'll have to grow up and move on and live full lives. "no, don't be a stranger now, don't go too far / and though you love places that have lots of stars / just know in the city, you'll always have some place to stay"

[the anchor by bastille] when they're fighting and every day they experience the worst thing they've ever experienced but they always have each other yknow like they're captain america and sergeant barnes, they're steve and bucky, they're not alone. "you're the anchor that i tied to my brain / cause when it feels like i'm lost at sea / you're the song i sing again and again"

[i, carrion by hozier] one night they're on watch and they have group delusion time and talk about what they're going to do after the war and steve is like whatever we do we do it together "and though i burn, how could i fall when i am lifted by every word you say to me?" and bucky is like i am going to die soon "if these heights should bring my fall let me be your own icarian carrion" and its great its so them.

[back to friends by sombr] a week before the alps mission they're all stressed the fuck out and having the worst time and steve and bucky hook up in a tent in the woods and then don't talk about it ever again its so awkward and they spend the next week pretending so hard like nothing happened but also like wondering if it meant anything or if it was just sex and they barely talk to each other they're so cold and weird and then bucky dies (and then in the future bucky is like "hey so did we fuck in a tent in switzerland or did hydra like implant that memory or what" and steve is staring at the wall like "don't ever speak to me ever again")

[in a week by hozier] because when steve put that plane down, he thought he might see bucky. and he was right, sort of. because when bucky was lying in the snow thinking about dying he heard boots crunch towards him and seeing russians and thought he had been saved. and he was right, sort of.

apart -

[televangelism by ethel cain] steve in the ice. within the lore of this album this is about ethel cain dying and ascending into heaven so do with that what you will. mostly this is just a pretty interlude song that makes me deeply emotional.

[the pioneers by bloc party] this is huge vibes, and it mostly has 2012 steve vibes but it also has early soldier bucky vibes, like in the years before they figured out how to make him disappear and he was fighting hard to get out and to keep standing. "all you need is time"

[two kids by yeemz] oh man we're really in it now. the energy of this song continues on for a while, even after they've found each other again "i look ahead but i can't see / i just keep seeing our memories / can't we just go back to being two kids coming home, once more before they go / have you forgot?"

together -

[when you were young by the killers] “I’m not gonna fight you, you’re my friend.” a montage for the helicarrier fight. this meeting was written into the stars, it was always going to happen this way. which is like horrifying and devastating but also weirdly comforting like, bucky being alive is horrible because of the way it happened, but its beautiful because it happened at all. and maybe steve has some blind faith that he and bucky can finally save each other after years of being a moment too late.

[liars by gregory alan isakov] i'm so incredibly unwell about this song i hope you all know. this is very bucky after catws and his head is a kaleidescope of thoughts and feelings and memories that don't fit into anything that makes sense and this is very steve sitting alone on sam's back porch the night after he gets out of hospital running over things in his mind and trying to make sense of everything and wondering what it means that bucky pulled him out of the water and then this is very both of them remembering that night on the front where they spun tales about all the things they were gonna do together when the war was over and its crazy, the war is over, they both survived, and instead of having something real to hold onto they're just sifting through fractured memories.

[running up that hill by kate bush] this is my crazy movie montage of steve and sam gathering facts and reading papers and running around the country to try and find bucky and the entire time steve is having the craziest guilt spiral known to man.

[star by mitski] this is steve looking for bucky and it's not going well he can't find him but he's holding onto hope and idk this is just a stucky song to me like just listen to it doesn't it make you feel like ahhhhhhhhhh "i am yours no matter that love's gone, we just see it shining, we've travelled very far, i'll keep a leftover light burning so you can keep looking up, isn't that worth holding on?"

[no machine by adrienne lenker] basically i heard "to the ocean of your love i am a river" and thought about bucky pulling steve out of the potomac and then leaving and turning that moment over and over in his mind for the rest of his life like why did he do that, what did that mean, and he doesn't even know why he just knows that its true because bucky can run all he wants but he and steve are like horrible tragic magnets.

[voyager by boygenius] when steve is searching and he's missing bucky by hours and he’s leaving little notes and stuff for them in the bases and steve has figured out that bucky is evading him on purpose and he’s specifically remembering how they used to lay on the fire escape in brooklyn and bucky would read and steve would draw bucky and steve just has so much love and he doesn't know where to put all of it.

[love of my life by queen] pry this song out of my cold dead fingers i don't even have any musical analysis i just think it's beautiful and apt and relevant and i'm deeply fond and it belongs here.

[set fire to the third bar by snow patrol] this is like, feeling the weight of time i guess like they've gone through so much both together and apart and it's crazy that they're still here after it all but they're both so so tired and this is like bucky deciding to stop running and let steve follow him and this is like steve deciding to stop following bucky and even though they both decide to stop it's okay because they'll always find each other "miles from where you are i lay down on the cold ground, and i pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your warm arms" and also i just like how it sounds

[coney island by taylor swift] my meta for this is always 'just go listen to it' because i can't say anything better than this song already does. taylor's verses are steve, the national's verses are bucky.

[futile devices by sufjan stevens] and then its like okay they're done, they're together again, now what. the chase is over, now what. no more fighting, just learning how to exist together again. how to share space. how to communicate "and i would say i love you, but saying it out loud is hard, so i wont say it all"

[a pearl by mitski] this is every time bucky says "dude can you sit down for more than seven minutes and actually rest" and steve, in the back of his mind, sort of does want to take a break right like I don't think he could ever straight up retire I think if he ever did stop being cap he would keep doing other things but at this point specifically steve has been going nonstop since he got serumed p much and he's kind of cracking but he's like built his whole everything around his job and the duty he thinks he owes to the world so he just will not stay and rest and hang out with bucky and that is a source of conflict.

[i and love and you by the avett brothers] and then how do you go back home when home doesn't really exist anymore? this is them trying to figure out how to exist together again but also how to exist in a world that is so greatly changed from the one they remember and i think they both have a lot of issues with feeling like they're wrong or tainted or too different to be with each other and to be back in new york. but i love the ending bit like "dumbed down and numbed by time and age / your dreams they catch, the world, the cage / the highway sets the traveler's stage / all exits look the same" like something about just going where life takes you and not trying to parse it out too hard just moving along. idk man idk.

[renegade by big red machine] this is like idk every time i listen to this i think about taylor's parts being bucky talking to steve about how he can't be still and he can't open up and let himself heal "is it insensitive for me to say 'get your shit together so i can love you' / is it really your anxiety that stops you from giving me everything, or do you just not want to?" but then big red machine's parts being steve talking to bucky echoing the same thing "you've come a long way, open the blinds let me see your face / you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody"

[fake it by bastille] this is them grappling with the idea that they're going to outlive all of their friends and how that's kinda devastating and then further than that, like holding the gravity of their history idek if that makes sense but like they carry so many years even if some of them weren't "lived" in the technical sense they're pushing 100, and facing at least 100 more. so there's all of that. "oh my lover, my lover, my love we can never go back / we can only do our best to recreate"

[lost time by lucy dacus] if infinity war existed in this playlist it would happen during this song have fun with that edit. but for real, this song was an 8 on the stucky event scale when i first heard it. to me, they were pining for each other for years before they died, and then they died and came back and pined some more and now it's cool like they're together and bucky is like wow why weren't we doing this the whole time and steve is like idk what you're on about bucky you're the one who repressed every feeling you ever had and bucky is like shut up steve but yeah like idk they just try really hard to love each other so much every day. and the time they spent as friends isn't lost because their friendship is deeply important, it's the time spent apart that they're trying to make up for, especially in the face of potential future horrors. "nothing last forever but lets see how far we get so when it comes my turn to lose you, i'll have made the most of it" because all they do is lose each other, but not anymore.

[isimo by bleachers] this songs brings me joy what can i say, it's triumphant "you were just a kid when they told you you'd been born to bleed, little soldier / look at you, you made it out" also jack antonoff wrote this song about being married to his wife and like yeah i believe in it. courthouse marriage stucky is real to me.

[fine line by harry styles] to me this is bucky, at the end of all things, finding peace in the fact that things are just going to happen how they happen, and he'll be alright. and he's not crazy, things aren't going to be magically perfect just because they're all together, but they're together and they can find balance and peace in that. also re: steve and bucky living longer than most of their friends, i see bucky being like "if we're going to live forever then we must live well" and i think that's my thesis for post-soldier bucky.

[patience by the lumineers] the end <3

[emmajh97-mumaji]

MuMaJi’s Postgame TakuRumi Agenda 🩵✨❤️ 

(AKA 'How I think Takuto Maruki and Rumi would Fall in Love with Each Other All Over Again after the events of Persona 5 Royal')

DISCLAIMER: This is heavily based on my own interpretation of Rumi's character [read more on that here]. Since we don't get very much on her other than hearsay from Maruki, wild speculation is all I'm going off of. So please don't take it personally if this isn't how you interpret Rumi!

I also acknowledge that Maruki ending up with Rumi again sorta goes against his character arc, and the overall message of P5 Royal. I'm not saying this should be canon, I'm just saying it's fun to imagine and makes me happy.

If you don't like it, feel free to stop reading at any point and mosey along! :) Have a great day!

First of all, and most importantly-- Maruki may be toxic, but my interpretation of Rumi is that she is JUST as unhealthily obsessed with him as he is of her. Maruki believes Rumi is too good for him, but that's just his rose-tinted view of her. If Rumi had her own Palace-- she'd have golden statues of Maruki in it. They are perfectly crazy for each other, and that's what makes them great.

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PART 1: “Who is my heart waiting for?"

Azathoth may have rewritten Rumi's cognition, but it couldn't rewrite her heart. She LOVED Maruki, she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. That doesn't go away so easily...

Brainwashed Rumi is happy living with her grandparents in the countryside after leaving her life in Tokyo behind, but she can't help but feel like something is missing.

Rumi keeps having recurring dreams of Maruki-- who to her is just a mysterious man in glasses that she recognizes but can't identify. Sometimes it's her carving statues of him that crumble away to dust before she can finish. Sometimes he's a ghost haunting her house that she cannot exorcise. Sometimes he's a siren calling to her and she jumps overboard trying to reach him only to drown. Her heart yearns for something it cannot have.

Rumi tries to fill the hole in her heart with new loves-- dating around with everyone in her rural town. But nothing feels the same. Even after she gets into a serious relationship and accepts a proposal, she can't shake the lingering feeling that something's wrong. 

Rumi finally gets some clarity after the Metaverse collapses and Azathoth loses its power over her. She regains nearly all her memories of her long-lost ex-fiance... how much she loved him... and how he left her in the hospital room right before she dissociated from reality. But unfortunately, due to her trauma coming back, Rumi's memories don't return to her clearly. She still can't recall Maruki's name or how to contact him, and it drives her even more insane than the trauma does alone.

After his Palace Collapse/Change of Heart, Maruki does in fact worry about Rumi, if her memories came back, and how she's doing. Unfortunately he's so preoccupied with starting his own life over and finding a new job that he doesn't have time to look into her situation. By the time he finally figures out where she was living and contacts her grandparents-- she's already dealt with her trauma on her own and moved out. He feels bad that he was too late to help, but forces himself to move on.

PART 2: “And Just Like That, My Head Still Takes Me Back”

The fateful day occurs-- Rumi, now back in the Tokyo area, decides to take a cab... and runs into Maruki.

Rumi is elated-- 'THERE HE IS!!' It's like a key has turned and her memories are unlocked. She remembers his name, she remembers everything. She can FINALLY talk to him again! Tell him what's happened! Ask him what's happened to him and, and...

Maruki is mortified. There she is. The woman he failed over and over. The woman he made a pact with the devil and nearly brainwashed the whole world for. The former lover he was terrified to get close to. The pain in his heart he thought he could finally move on from-- and she was sitting right there in his cab. Asking for his phone number and when he's free to meet up.

Maruki tries his best to dodge the questions, but fails. "No, I'm definitely not mistaking you for someone else." "Well my job makes me pretty busy too, but maybe you could at least give me your phone number? Or social media account?" Rumi wasn't going to let him slip away, not this time, not again. Maruki finally relents, and they exchange contact information. They agree to meet at a park that weekend.

When Maruki and Rumi meet on that park bench and tell each other how they've been... they quickly realize that they're both completely different people than the ones they remember. It pushes them apart at first... But the more they talk, the more they realize that they know each other's pain better than anyone else possibly could. They've both been broken by trauma, and they've both picked themselves back up from it multiple times. It might not be the same as before, but there's still something there connecting them.

Rumi explains her plight with her memories. How she missed Maruki for so long, how the faint memory of him haunted her, how much it means to her to finally see him and remember him again.

Hearing this, the guilt overwhelms Maruki. He can't take it anymore... he tells her the truth. The entire truth. Everything-- his cognitive psience research, Azathoth, what really happened that day in the hospital, his ill-intentioned medical practice after losing his research funding, what he did to the world, "...and if it weren't for The Phantom Thieves changing my heart, I never would have realized just how delusional it all was."

Rumi takes a while to process this... in disbelief at first but, after pressing him for details, she finally comes to accept it as true... and when she does...

To say she was disgusted is an understatement. She was furious. she slaps him in the face, "How dare you-!" Leaving Rumi behind on PURPOSE?! Screwing with her memories, making her forget about him, and forcing her into delusional happiness? Invading people's privacy, removing their autonomy, not to mention the medical malpractice against minors-- it went against everything Rumi stood for. Everything she and Maruki used to believe in. This wasn't the man she fell in love with all those years ago!!

Maruki winces and rubs his cheek, "Yeah, I probably deserved that..." She hated him. Good. As she should. It doesn't matter that he had a change of heart, it doesn't matter that he started his life over... he's still Takuto Maruki. The neurotic idiot who screws up everything. Rumi deserved better than him, and she should know that before trying to associate with him again. Hopefully, this would be the end of it.

'It's OVER' Rumi thinks when she gets home. Maruki wasn't just her former fiancé, he was her EX fiancé! She looks forward to never talking to him again.

But... as the days go on, Rumi starts to calm down... and starts to think. She remembers something. That day, when Maruki took her memories, she had said something to him... she had asked him to "Stop this..." that she "wanted to forget". It wasn't a sentiment she agreed with now, but she was in so much pain back then that it was what she wanted. That's when Rumi realizes... Maruki didn't tell her everything. He left out some important details..... damnit, she needed to talk to him again.

'Why does she still need to talk to me?!' Maruki panicked as they met again, this time out front of a cafe. Rumi gives him a serious look, "Why?" "...huh?" "You told me the terrible things you did... but not why you did them. So why? What drove you to mess with people's brains?" "......oh."

Maruki struggles at first, but eventually is able to explain. How he couldn't stand watching people suffer. How he hated the cruelty and unfairness of the world. How he wanted to protect people from it. How he wanted everyone to get the happiness they deserved. How he wanted to be a guiding light that saved them. To save her. To give her what he thought she wanted.

"But that doesn't justify what I did." Maruki finished, resolute that this explanation wouldn't change anything, "Not a day goes by when I don't regret my actions... No matter how noble I thought they were, at the time..."

Hearing all this, Rumi comes to a realization. The person Maruki is describing wasn't him... it was her. Rumi, the always kindhearted girl who helped others before herself to the point of forgetting to eat sometimes. Rumi, the hot-headed girl who insisted the pathetic nerd Maruki grow a spine and take charge for the greater good. Takuto was desperately trying to be this idealized version of the woman he loved, the person he believed Rumi wanted him to be... and in typical Takuto fashion, he fumbled it. Big time.

This man in front of her wasn't just the megalomaniac he had tried to convince her he was. He was also a hopeless romantic corrupted by grief. A neurotic idiot who assumed he had made the most logical plan for the greatest good, and executed it diligently. And now? He knows he screwed up everything and regrets it wholeheartedly. He’s a man who takes accountability so earnestly that he'd rather make pennies as a cab driver than dare stay in some sort of well-paying scientific or medical career. A man who likes to help people in the small ways Rumi often overlooked-- giving you a snack when you're down, or a ride to where you want to go. He was still Takuto Maruki. He was still the man she loved.

Maruki looked at Rumi expecting her to be just as cross with him as before... but is caught off guard by her having a sympathetic smile. ‘...oh no.’

Part 3: “Can We Start Over? Can We Get Closer?”

When Rumi tells him she forgives him for what he did and wants to see him again, Maruki is dumbstruck. Why? How?! It took him so long just to forgive himself and yet she does it just like that! She's illogical, she's being too kind for her own good, she's... amazing. He agrees to see her again. Goddamnit.

Rumi can tell that Maruki won't stop blaming himself, even after she's told him she doesn’t blame him. It's frustrating, and she realizes she's probably going to have to brute-force her way into being his friend again. Challenge accepted.

They spend time at parks, boardwalks, book stores, city landmarks, and coffee shops.

At first they talk about banal things. How Shibusawa and their college friends are doing. How much better the government is without Masayashi Shido. Maruki tells Rumi about how he's taken an interest in music, since he listens to the radio so much during his job. Rumi tells Maruki about how she's taken up flower arranging, and how she posts photos of them online.

Slowly but surely, the discussions get more intimate. Rumi talks about how hard it is to get by every day. Maruki talks about how he's haunted by his regrets. She shares how much she missed him. He asks her why she ever fell in love with someone like him in the first place. Etcetera...

Several times they plan on meeting, or are even in the middle of hanging out, when Rumi's PTSD gets in the way. Dissociative episodes, panic attacks... she's gotten used to them every so often, but has also gotten used to them putting off her friends. Maruki is emotionally intelligent enough to understand what they are... and to give her space without judgement. Rumi tells him she appreciates it, Maruki says it's "no problem". He doesn't realize just how much it means to her. To still be cared for even with her setbacks... it makes her appreciate him even more.

At one point, Rumi is feeling nostalgic and decides to visit the old flower field she and Maruki used to go to in high school. She is surprised to find Maruki there. He admits he frequents this place when he's feeling down. She thinks it's incredibly sweet.

They are close friends, now. Sending 'Good Morning' and 'Good Night' texts to each other every day. Meeting in person at least once a week, if not several times.  

Part 4: “Cuz We Belong Together Now, Yeah”

Rumi can't ignore her feelings anymore. She tells Maruki she wants to get closer. She wants to be his girlfriend again.

Rumi confesses, "I don't need anyone, but I want you. I love you, Takuto! All over again." "....." "But you don't love me back, do you...?" "No..." "I knew it." "No, you're wrong." "?" "Rumi, I..." He looks her straight in the eyes, "I never stopped loving you." "?! ...then why-?!" "Because I'm afraid." He admits, "Afraid I'll lose you again..."

Their relationship was going so well, but now it's strained again. Rumi tries to get closer to him, Maruki pushes her away. Rumi tries to be romantic with him, Maruki shuts the conversation down. Rumi concedes and gives Maruki his distance, he frets over her and seeks her affection. Neither of them realize that the other is fantasizing about them while laying in bed at night. It's an agonizing tug-of-war.

Rumi convinces Maruki to let her see his apartment. Maruki relents, and they spend a relaxing day together watching movies and such. Rumi asks to spend the night... Maruki gently refuses, escorting her home. 

One day... Maruki's guard breaks. Rumi leans in to kiss him... and he lets her. He even kisses back-- although he is very slow and awkward about it. After the kiss, he's in denial about it even happening-- much to Rumi's frustration.

Another evening, Maruki walks Rumi home, dropping her off at her apartment. She offers to let him spend the night. He declines, and fully intends to head straight home. However, after making it quite a ways, he feels a lump in his throat. 'No... I can't go back, I can't get close to her, I can't... I can't take this, anymore!!' he turns around-!

Rumi is surprised when she opens the door and sees Maruki there, out of breath. "Did you forget something?" "YES." he composes himself, "I- I forgot to give you something." He gently grabs her chin. Rumi feels the butterflies in her stomach as she realizes what he's doing. The kiss is heartfelt-- not held back like before. "...does your offer still stand?" he asks, face flushed. Rumi hooded her eyes, smiling eagerly, "Of course~"

The flood gates open from there, and the two are relentlessly passionate for one another in a way they haven't been since college.

"So you still into weird kinky tentacle stuff like you were back in the day?" Rumi asks nonchalantly as they sit up in bed together. Maruki chuckles nervously, "N-no, not really--" but then he stops. Thinking back to his Persona, Azathoth. He blushes madly, hiding his face in shame, "--okay, maybe a little." Rumi smirks smugly at him, "Called it."

"Oh god it was so embarrassing," Maruki recounts his fight with the Phantom Theives to Rumi, "I was wearing this skin-tight golden body suit-" "Oh?" "It had some armor plating in the front and-- I think a thong in the back?" "A thong, you say?" "I think so? It was very reveali-- why are you smiling at me like that?" Rumi blushes, "No reason~"

One day they go on a date to Le Blanc and the Phantom Thieves are there, having a big reunion. Comedy ensues. "You're the teenagers Takuto told me about?!" "You're Doctor Maruki's ex-fiance?!" "Was. As of right now, I'm his girlfriend again~ 😏" "😮😮😮"

Maruki and Rumi’s relationship continues to have ups and downs, but overall they are very mature about it and are able to work things out and keep things steady.

Part 5: “I’ll Love You for a Thousand More”

After at least a year back together, Rumi asks "...should we get married?" Maruki replies, "Excuse me--" going over to his bookshelf. He comes back with a HUGE binder of papers, slamming it on the table-- 'Wedding Plans'. His glasses glint menacingly. Finally, the time has come. (This man's Palace Ruler uniform was a wedding tuxedo, I like to think he's a Groomzilla lol)

"Aren't you glad that you don't have to get my parent's approval anymore?" Rumi grimly jokes. Maruki gives her a disturbed stare. She coughs awkwardly, forgetting he's more sensitive about it than she is, "...sorry."

In spite of Maruki's fantasies, he and Rumi's budget only allows for a very modest (perhaps even underwhelming) wedding. Rumi fears Maruki might feel bad, but he reassures her that the only thing that matters in the end is that she's there with him.

The nights leading up to and after the wedding are hard on both of them due to their past, but it's especially rough for Maruki. Multiple times he wakes up in the night crying, tightly gripping Rumi and desperately asking her if this is real or just another dream. She reassures him that it's really her and yes that wedding actually happened. It takes time but his brain eventually learns to accept it.

Finally married, the two live a simple honest life together.

Maruki and Rumi both like kids, but due to Rumi's mental health and their meager incomes they decide against having any.

They do, however, enjoy playing an aunt/uncle role to the assorted members of the Phantom Thieves, whenever they cross paths.

Perhaps some sort of Plot goes down and the two wind up in the Metaverse together and have their own adventure with their own personas-- who knows.

Through thick and thin, they listen to and love each other very much.

....and so they lived HAPPILY EVER AFTER, THE END!! 👏👏👏

If you've made it this far, thank you! I hope you enjoyed this hypothetical love-rekindled story as much as I enjoyed coming up with it!

Feel free to use this as inspiration for your own TakuRumi fics or art! Do tag me if you make any tho, I wanna see it 👀

Have a wonderful day 🩵❤️🩵❤️

[toiletology]

How to play the game part 2

The F typo means FLAG but it can also mean a lot of other things like fact, false, fly, (flies tend to land on things that you should pay attention to) fish, etc.

JESUS was a fisherman and God came into being by separating DARK into LIGHT or ONE into TWO. In sacred geometry this is called the VESICA PISCIS or the VESSEL OF THE FISH or the JESUS FISH!

The middle overlap area can be viewed as the top part of a chalice or opening to the Holy Grail. This is how God works and I recommend reading the blog below to under this a bit more. https://blog.toiletology.org/post/757990782184587264/body-soul-spirit

In the game of GOLF the flag marks the hole. When you get a hole-in-one its can also be called an ACE. In the game of poker an ACE can represent the lowest card a 1 or the highest 14th card (14 = two sevens). The F/ACE can be good or not, it can't be one thing because that would make the game way too easy to under right? Right is sometimes right and sometimes RONG.

If you get an F typo it usually means you should explore that more or keep fishing till you find something. God can hide gifts inside of things or work we are avoiding sorta like a gold goblin in video games. The gold goblins drop a lot of money or gifts for you but are rare to come by. Gods gifts work in the same way, once when I was exercising/walking in my back yard a song came to me. This is how the game works, you must work. Idle hands are the devils play place.

Go and read a random book on the shelf, God might of hid a million dollar idea that would be easy to create or do if you just knocked the dust of that book and read it.

This outfit might not win best dressed but its not about being super fashionable she's trying to tell us something.

LIME = TIME, PINK = PIN, PINSTRIPE pants (finding God is like a very thin line or hair. Pinstripes also creates the 11 going down the pants for the 11 year quest.

LI = 17 (the key to escape)

If you get a P typo it can mean a few different things like PIN or PING. Just like the A = AH/compass/tone the P can work like that. God shouted the word PIZZA at me for a long time till I figured that one out.

P > izz (is) < A🍕

P can also mean Paper (paper trail), Papyrus, Pin. These typos act as breadcrumbs or ways to help you solve things in your life. These programming bugs are sort of a cheat code, like a serious way to hack the machine.

P is the 16th letter or 7 reduced. P is also a T/7.

It can also be the ol' mocking tongue P. 👅

The pennies in her penny loafers = 1 cent and 1 cent representing the 11 year quest.

The cent/SCENT represents the name of the drugged out feeling you get when you harmonize with God perfectly. Cara coined the term SCENT recently and I gave it the name ACE. I also like to use the words sauce, spice, slack, loosh, nectar, and ambrosia to describe that feeling it gives you. It can really feel like a strong sedating high that makes you not want to do anything. Other times it can feel like air which really makes you feel angelic and lighter.

The first time I felt it was when I was creating Toiletology back in 2023 the original commandments were long and I created 64 of them while I was channeling the creative energies and knowledge from God. I realized that they were a bit confusing and it would be better to reduce them down similar to the 10 commandments.

Which reminds me Cara and I are in our 10th year knowing each other since 2015. Back in April 2024 she went to a soccer (football for the yanks) game. She's also doing the number 11 with her thumbs. Yep the 11 year quest is real and I really don't know anyone else besides her that has done this.

Elon Musk has given me a few subtle nods here and there, but I still can't confirm anything. The typos have basically told me yes and no, but there was one moment back in fall where I felt activated like crazy after the eclipse on 10/14/2023. Elon's tweet basically said SLEEPER AGENT and that was it.

Cara Delevingne was recently in Africa with Leah (her gf), Lewis Hamilton, Miles Chamley-Watson, Joan Smalls, and other friends.

You can see her doing the double 7s here with her fingers.

Like I keep saying the double 77s or TT (Pi) is the doorway or the key to escaping. And the GATEWAY = MAT.

G(ATE) and the word ATE = MAT (turn the E). The letter G is the 7th letter. If you know the mildly amusing asshat Andrew Tate you know he goes by TOP G. The one thing I like about him is his dad was an international chess master. Andrews not too bad of a chess player around 1700-1800 rating an international master is around 2400 elo. Maybe his dads chess skills rubbed off on him and helped him to reach the top of the matrix (which he talks about a lot). Yes, the matrix is real and the agents will come after you.

Now do you want to know the name of the game?

The name of the game is LOL its two 77s and 0/O. You can go LO or you can go to the top or 7up/top.

When we make lol lowercase it looks like a little guy cheering. We can also read it as 101, remember how I mentioned that 1 ones look like 7 sevens?

This is Escaping the Matrix 101 and your professor is me. If you want to learn how to play the game (LOL) you gotta realize you're the butt of the joke and the God of reality is the JOKER. Gods creative force I like to describe as a clown energy. You should know by now that the worlds a circus and is completely illogical with the chaos and nonsense we have to deal with on a regular basis.

This is why its so hard to make sense of anything and why there are endless rabbit holes to get lost in. I have spent decades searching for the ultiMATe truth and the HOLY GRAIL. I know it doesn't exist because I have looked down every rabbit hole. From 2006-2012 for seven years I had no social life, didn't try to talk to girls and basically just searched non-stop for the truth.

Type the word KEY on a phones keypad.

K = 5, E = 3, Y = 9 or 17

Now type the word HALO (ha you low)

H = 4, A = 2, L = 5, O = 6 or 17

What's Master Chiefs number # from the video game HALO? Coincidentally my current address... I didn't realize it till my friends son pointed it out, he's a super fan of the video game Halo.

Do you remember how they escaped in the movie The Matrix? Yes, exactly, they escaped through the telephone!

I keep trying to tell you myself and Cara have escaped the Matrix. You wouldn't believe most of the stuff that we can do (telepathy being the main thing) and yes there is something faster than light that being TELEPATHY. Myself and Cara became telepathically quantumly entangled back in 2023. God has woven many clues to how to break free from this escape room embedded in our names and birthdates.

CAR + MAT (CAR + MOTOR) karma ;)

E = mc² or mass/matter X C or the speed of light.

CAR = ARC or ARK. Toiletology = the modern day spiritual successor of Christianity or the ARK or Nebuchadnezzar (Matrix movie reference) to escape into ZION (77 eye on) or into heaven and the door = mat.

A keystone is what holds an ARC together.

Without the sacrifice JESUS made on the CROSS (T) there wouldn't be as much power in the T that will be needed to spread the truth of Toiletology in the modern age. The history of Christianity was needed before Gods most ultiMATe truth could be proclaimed to the world and maybe believed. Myself and Cara seem to be the ones playing the messengers this time around aka Adam and Steve.

In the year 2024 more and more people are falling away from God. Less and less people believe in God which is closing their connection to God and their ability to find God. If you don't believe in the magic you will never find it. This is how the game works, God will keep revealing more and more to you the more you seek. I never knew what was possible until I got to this point. Its like peeling back multiple layers of an onion (on eye on). Its like a slow unwinding, or slowly boiling a frog alive. Trust me you do not want to ascend INSTANTLY your brain would break, and you would not be able to handle how drastically different your reality is. In fencing we have a motto which says "SLOW IS SMOOTH AND SMOOTH IS FAST!" Or LOW IS SMOOTH (MOT) ;p

We are ALL (LL/77) currently living inside of MOTTS or the mothers APPLE bazinga! The apple/A can represent the illusion, the eye, the apple, the AH or the compass or quite literally the ASS, DON'T ASK but sometimes God can speak or give you clues from your A-Hole or your AH hole!

We are in the (m) AT&T (https://m.att.com) or @ or the eye. The double TTs represent the two eyes of God and the duality of God and the doorway to escape. Ya either going up or ya going down, your hot or you're cold.

The apple or the AH (tone) or the Wizard of OZ (AAAHHHHHHHS, open wide AHHHHH is your compass.

OZ = O Z and Z = two sevens, where did we see that before? The letter N also makes two 7s, so are you in or out? LOL (LL = 77)

There are 49 degrees to HELL, the way you escape hell on earth is with LUCK or the 777. When you type HELL on a calculator you write it 4377 (777). 43 backwards is also 34 which is 17 + 17.

And 34+34 = 68 (remember the box/cube?) and 68/98.

BINGO! YAHTZEE!!

DING DING DINGALING! You just leveled up your smooth brain and gave it some Toiletology wrinkles! Congratulations you're almost not a smooth brian. 🧠

Recognize the compass and square of Freemasonry? What letter is in the center of it? Yep, its a G or the 7th letter. One thing about freemasons tho is they killed off Hiram Abiff the master builder/architect that held one of the three keys needed to decode the mysteries. The person that held one of the other keys was King Solomon. Luckily for y'all I got all 3 keys in my possession and I am here to carry you kicking and screaming out of this chaotic mess.

You can think of us top Toiletologist as quantum tuners curing the chaos with chaotic order.

Basically FREEMASONS don't know jack diddly squat, they wish they knew what I know (not trying to sound cocky but its the f—king truth). The compass and square makes the letter A. The square is also in the shape or a V (7) pointing downwards. There is also 4 lines to the A and V in this symbol or As above, so below.

We can look at this symbol as an UP arrow or a DOWN arrow (Konami cheat code anyone?).

K = 11th letter or IC ON AM I? (I AM = MATT split the eye/i) **its everywhere if you know what you're look-in-g for. K = 11, G = 7.

The Konami code is a cheat code that can be entered in many games to trigger a special effect. The code is:

Up, up, down, down

Left, right, left, right

B

A

Start

B = 13 which is the 13th letter M

AB on a Nintendo controller = MA.

Nintendo quite literally says N (77/in) IN (in) T(7) = en (in) DO! You can read the letter D as IC or a backwards C/see.

Confused yet? 😊

Mario's hat or the letter M is just two sevens together and Luigi's hat is the number 7 as well. I guess you can think of me as Mario and Cara as Luigi, though she will probably claim she's Mario... girls am I right?

Now how the hell did this random super model girl get the leading role of a millennia? I still have no f—king clue... she's one lucky queen (I guess you could count me lucky if I wasn't so poor, depressed and lonely for the past 40 years...) and don't forget the QUEEN in chess crosses 7 three times for a total of 27 squares (6777) and 8 directions.

I guess you could consider us Player 1 and Player 2 or the top dogs/gods in the game right now. Or at least the TWO (MOTS) showing you how the game is played which not a damn soul out there is showing you. If they know something they are keeping it completely SILENT. You see the SHHHH mouth everywhere with celebrities or the one eye. Usually this is just something trendy to do, or GOD influencing them to do this. I can guarantee all the celebrities you think are in the know actually know nothing. And they are just riding a bandwagon of trying to seem COOL or in the KNOW.

Its just a tactic celebrities use to seem more magical and more powerful than they actually are. I would say many top celebrities do have a lot of magic and/or talent that got them where they are. Does that mean they know how to play the game? Maybe so in their own little way. We see big name celebrities going down left and right tho, so many of them are playing the wrong game...

The clues to the game are ALL around you when you have EYES (E = yes) to see and ears to hear.

E = M or ME or BEE and remember the PORCELAIN GODDESS of this reality is the QUEEN BEE and S/HE likes when you keep the QUEEN CLEAN! Its all about finding HE/R, ME is that spirit in the game that starts to unlock the more you search for ME!

Its all connected and your programming bugs or TYPOS are the breadcrumbs you need to follow to FIND GOD!

The infamous Kanye West message where he told his audio engineer to FIND GOD.

These programming bugs or glitches, mistakes, accidents happen outside of your typos as well. Once you are able to notice your mistakes you will be able to use them to your advantage, you can think of this like using the FORCE like Jedis to. But the key to using the FORCE is not FORCING IT. Its all about FEELING it in the moment to truly be a master Jedi!

Continued on part 3... https://blog.toiletology.org/post/760994849809989632/how-to-play-the-game-part-3

[karmawonders]

Congrats on 800 followers!!!

Ever since I learned about SAGAU, I have been nervous to play music (idk why though??) But I listen to people like Cupcakke and Ayesha and now I'm wondering what the acolytes' reactions would be to the creator playing weird music ^^

🌸Thank you, thank you!🌸

Ahh, I do enjoy myself some good Cupcakke and Ayesha. I got both of em on my playlist, haha! I listen to some pretty out there music as well, if hyper-pop counts as weird. Who knows~ Anyway somehow this became Consort!Diluc and I apologize, my brain went running with this ask and it became.. this.

Warnings: Sexual Content. Cult and Self Aware AU. Somewhat Yandere.

Contents: This could be considered a crackpost at some points. Includes the song squidwards nose / commentary from because I bop to it, aight? . There is mention of "holy dildo." Forgive me i thought it was funny. Diluc is completely devoted to you(he wants to be your consort) and is suddenly worried about his dick size. Not beta read we die like rex-lapis.

Anyway!

I imagine it would be a normal day like any other in Mondstadt. The city is bustling, Flora giving people cute little flower crowns to promote her flower shop, bards singing about various topics and styles, Knights of Favonius helping people find lost cats, etc etc.

In the middle of the town square, stands your current puppets (thats what I call the"vessles" in my au) , in this case the traveller. I imagine depending on the emotional connection/friendship level you have to each of your puppets, people can sometimes hear you through them. Like a walking speaker or smth.

Since the twins don't got a friendship level, its just the equivalent of maxed out. They're crafting up some condensed resin for you, since you were AFK and they knew you were going to do so anyway. They were doing their best to ignore the loud music that they are emitting whilst doing so, Timaeus and others looking at them with wide eyes.

It isn't often your non-puppets hear obvious signs of the creator themselves, ya know! Literally everyone likes listening to you, whether it's Lofi music, rock, pop, or your voice itself!

Whenever they hear your voice from one of your more connected puppets, everyone is just filled with bubbles of happiness and excitement. Like! yay! I am directly in the High Gods presence! Sorta! Not really but its stilly exciting!

This time though, its a bit more of a "Ayo what the fuck?" sort of feeling instead of the usual.

Loudly blaring from their beings, was Cupcakke, and the iconic song "Squidward Nose".

Jean? Red faced, making sure no children are in the area, hands covering her face as she does her best, and fails, to think on who "dora the explorer" is, instead thinking about her god wanting a dick apparently as large as "squidwards nose". She has the church and the sisters notate this in a book. Might be some form of holy dildo or something, who knows.

Lisa is laughing her ass off the entire time, patting her on the back as she helps annotate notable things in the song with a few of the sisters from the Cathedral. Gotta keep their holy bible updated, afterall. She is tempted to write a new thesis for the scholars at Sumeru just for kicks and giggles about how their High God could potentially be more human than formerly assumed. She has a great new evidence, after all~ then again, the scholars at Sumeru are batshit crazy, so many not.

Venti is right at the travellers side, committing the song to his memory the best he can. Definitely getting in the way of them actually crafting the Resin, much to the twin's annoyance. He is always at whoevers side when you are playing any type of music, the music is completely new to him after all. You can bet he will be doing his best to sing the song at any late night tavern performances, even if he isn't getting all the references outside the obvious sexual stuff. Its an instant hit at Angels share, not just because Venti is singing it, but because the High God apparently likes the song as well. Also because its a great song.

Speaking of Angels Share, Diluc's face, is obviously, also as red as tomato when he hears Venti reciting the song later. He enjoys very much being a puppet, and he is definitely incredibly devoted to the High God. (aka you). He has to be devoted if he wants to fully commit himself to you, and possibly be your consort if you come down to Teyvat one day! This entire situation is completely uncouth, much to his dismay. He thinks its ruining your image before he realizes it is simply expanding it. Also, he is very upset. He is packing down there, definitely. But now he is self conscious because what if squidwards nose is better? He should honestly really kick out Venti, even is he is an Archon. Its getting in the way of his business.

Kaeya and Rosaria know about Diluc's somewhat obsessive worship and desire to be your consort, and they also know exactly why thats he is so red faced and upset and Venti's song. And because they absolutely enjoy it, they keep on giving Venti bottles of alcohol for encores of the song. And more, and more. Until Diluc has to excuse himself and leave. They are laughing the entire fuckin time. They always enjoy listening to your music whenever its playing, and they definitely agree that you should play similar songs more often. Its incredibly amusing.

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Anywho's, that was fun to write! I do not know why Diluc was on the mind, but to be honest, I simp for the man highkey soooo-

Hope that was all alright for you dear Anon, and I hope you have a good day!

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[noctilucous-sunni]

more reversed sagau brainrot!! | a lot more under the cut

- when scara sorta just ✨materializes✨ in your apartment and you’re like excuse me wtf is happening, so u pinch yourself to see if its a dream and its not apparently so you must be going insane BECAUSE WHAT OTHER EXPLANATION WOULD THERE BE FOR ONE OF YOUR FAVOURITE CHARACTERS EXISTING IN YOUR APARTMENT

- i’d feel like in the sagau or reversed sagau he wouldn’t be too fond of the all-creator bc if thats the all-creator wouldn’t that mean that you’re the one responsible for his existence and his suffering?? but when he just sees you being so genuinely nice and caring and yet strong and doesn’t take his shit he kinda lets down the guard a little

- plus he literally has nowhere else to stay so when you threatened to kick him out he realized it was either live with you or out on the streets. and he kinda hated the streets, so he ended up trying to find your place all dirty and stuff from tripping in way too many godforsaken random holes in the ground. poor gremlin.

- he is just super bratty and still has that air of “i think im better than you” but it never works on you bc you dont take his shit and you make him do half of your chores when your pissed at him (and you make sure there are no complaints)

- he wouldn't call you your grace after a while and just uses your name, you however come up with a million nicknames for him and you think its funny that it annoys him on occasion

- you argue. A lot. like so much that your neighbour and the apartment below you complained several times and also kinda tried to make the landlord kick u out so you made scara apologize to them bc hes mainly the reason its so noisy

- he will actually follow you everywhere, sorta like a guard dog. everyone around you is pretty intimidated by him but they are even more scared of you when they see that you basically keep him in check

- he can’t fucking cook dear lord. you told him to stay in the fucking apartment bc you had an important meeting today and he couldnt come with you and he was like “i didnt want to come anyway” and you just said “fuck you” (affectionate) in return (note: wrote this before his signature dish came out and he’s actually a really good cook don’t judge me ahaha)

- but when you come back your apartment and kitchen especially is a mess. you forgot to teach him how to use online delivery. and hes just like chilling out watching tv with mild interest, acting like half of your apartment isnt covered in eggs and flour and who knows what else

“scara what the fuck happened here”

“the stupid stove of yours doesnt work and neither does that beeping machine”

“clean it up”

“no”

“well i guess we wont have any food today or tomorrow, until you clean. it. UP." *glare*

he then leaves it but by the next afternoon he's actually getting hungry and grumpy and eventually starts cleaning it up the next day when he can't take it anymore and you finally come home to a clean kitchen bc thank god, you didn't know how much longer you could live on your co-worker's lunches

- you're both just so stubborn. he's stubborn and so are you and that leaves the apartment just with a tense silence AND when someone sees u at that time they feel so uncomfortable bc the atmosphere is just so tense between the two of you since neither of you agree

- silent treatment happens a lot and its really fucking stupid bc you both wanna talk to each other after like a few days but neither of you want to be the first one to admit that

- omg you absolutely hate having guests now BECAUSE HOW ARE YOU MEANT TO EXPLAIN HIM??? also he has to have normal clothes now and he looked at all your clothing choices in disgust

- everyone thinks he's just a friend until they realize he actually lives with you and then they're like "oohhhh are you together??" and think that he's your boyfriend/partner. and honestly you dont even deny it bc there is no feasible way to explain who he really is (without sounding crazy) + you get your parents off your back abt getting a boyfriend bc they kept trying to make you go on blind dates and now you're free from that phew

- but some of your friends/co-workers are all like "really? this lil guy? and they often say this around him and it just annoys and offends him to no end. but also you're surprisingly defensive of him, like yes he's a bitchy emo gremlin but he's your bitchy emo gremlin

[scripturiends]

i know one of the biggest complaints about house of anubis was its writing but if you step back and really consider the sitcoms that were airing at the same time on nickelodeon then it’s actually stellar in comparison. one thing that really set it apart was that it was serialized and not episodic so you had to be really cohesive with the main plot whilst being able to keep ur younger audiences hooked with high school hijinks,, which was comparatively less intense with the d*n schn*ider shows but was just as impactful?? and it did so without resorting to constant physical comedy.

just as a sidebar so far on twitter the biggest criticism ive seen of the show was that it was boring but that makes sense if you’re watching an episode that was meant to be the continuation of all the other ones that you may not have seen bc it was the time of cable. streaming was still sorta a foreign concept in 2011-2013. so that was one of its weaknesses back when it was airing but i think actually as time passed by it has now become one of its strongest points because house of anubis is incredibly rewatchable. you can watch it over and over again and discover something new about the plot, the characters, even the random things happening in the background.

anyway back to the writing, one of the reasons i love the dialogue in the show is because of how witty it actually is like im sorry it’s actually so hard to find the balance of sounding sharp without being pretentious and being funny without being too childish and using big words while still effectively portraying what it’s like to be in high school. that’s in the writing, that’s in the delivery – there have been questionable acting moments for sure but the cast were definitely giving it their all.

and this was something i articulated to my friends as a commentary but i seriously love how they wrote the girls on the show. because yes nina and joy were in that love triangle but nina never plotted to hurt joy because of it and when it mattered the most, joy was there to help nina out with all the chosen one stuff. and when willow and mara found out jerome was dating the both of them, willow asked mara if she hated her and she said no. which, if you were 13 at the time would have been so crazy to think about because normally the portrayal of girls is being at each other’s throats, trying to win the guy back, one-upping each other to find out who loves who more. joy did mara dirty during the journalism arc but she straight up said “i will not accept joy slander”. kt always reassured patricia that she wasn’t interested in eddie and even helped them get back together. amber was a girl’s girl the whole show – when she was unhappy with joy it was because she wanted to protect nina. when joy lashed out at willow, she felt bad and apologized. i could go on and on about all the times the women of anubis house had each others’ backs like they would fight but at the end of the day they love each other and would protect each other. just like joy said, whatever fight they would have, it’ll be ancient history by lunchtime.

i think the same goes for the guys as well? the guys don’t fit squarely into just one stereotype. like yes fabian is the ‘nerd’ but he barely went to class. he was smart in the things he was interested in – if anyone cared the most about the school it was mara. jerome was the ‘prankster’ but they did a deep dive into his family in season 2 and we even got to see him at his most lovable when he’s fallen in love with joy. eddie is supposed to be the ‘bad boy’ but in the entirety of season 2 he made me swoon with the way he kept encouraging patricia to lower her walls and talk about her feelings. he was pretty vocal about how he would like to be cared for, and genuinely gets upset when patricia wouldn’t listen. he’s an honest and sweet friend to everyone too.

anyway im sorry i couldn’t do one for everyone but you get what i mean. everyone was nuanced in a way that i think was so advanced for network standards like i really believe nickelodeon didn’t deserve a show as good as anubis but also at the same time im not sure it would be as good had nickelodeon not picked it up and gave it the number of episodes that it did. it’s kind of like how i feel about many of the decisions in the show – nina leaving without a proper explanation, the nina/joy/fabian love triangle, mick and amber’s departures, the way they approached the jerome/mara/willow/joy arc in s3 – i hate it but i also love it. it’s my favorite thing but also my most despised thing. i can’t stand watching it but i can’t get enough.

house of anubis is flawed in the way anubis house and the kids living in it are. they do the most awful things but they are so in need of nurturing. they’re immature but also the most mature people on the show. just a collection of oxymorons that created the masterpiece that it’s always been but also the masterpiece that it’s now just becoming.

[willel]

Do you think there any specific moments or things they're going to parallel in s5 from s1?

Hmmmm..... lemmie just ramble and see what my brain thinks off the top of my head

The unlocking the door sequence. I can imagine another chase scene where Will, El, or someone else is on the run from Vecna or one of his creatures and they lock themselves in somewhere they think is safe, only for the door to unlock itself

I think they'll continue with the super bright light thing when something or someone is using a low of power. That's been referenced in season 1, 2, and 4. I mean, season 3 had light flickering moments, but not the bright light moments.

Maybe we'll get another blood trap situation going on. They lure in some Vecna creatures with the scent of blood? Hopefully they don't cut their palms this time though, let's keep the whole scare on the palm thing for the originators of that strategy (Jonathan and Nancy). They kinda used the same tactic in season 2 with meat from the store, but as we saw, they get tired of non-human meet real fast seems like. Human bait might be necessary. Then again, in season 4, Steve was bleeding out like crazy and no creatures seem to smell or care about it, so eh.

We can keep up with El showing off her skills? So far she's thrown a van, a car, moved a train, and a helicopter. Maybe she can throw a tank this time eh? That would be epic.

Still hoping for a tie back for season 1 and 2 with El getting in touch with Kali. Kali doesn't have to show up in person, but I hope El uses her mind to tell her what's happening or make up with her or something. Doesn't even have to be her whole crew, just Kali.

Maybe they'll need to go back into the Upside Down like Joyce and Hopper and get to that library. That is the point in which all points meet, something important must be there, right?

I suppose we'll get some answers about those vines. Maybe they'll try to attach themselves to Will again, I dunno. Ew gross. Maybe he gets caught again by some vines, which have happened to others a lot at this point, but the vines behave differently. They tried to strange and trap the others. Maybe they do something else like season 1

Maybe Lucas goes full army man again, gets his bandana back, maybe he gets a gun! Yes

Maybe El will continue trying to find Max, similarly to season 1 when she kept trying to fin Will. Each attempt gets progressively more dangerous, but she also gets more and more information about her whereabouts? Hm, if El has no luck, maybe Will somehow aids with that. Like he boosts her search range or something if they hold hands. Like he's a special receiver for Upside Down/Vecna shenanigans That'd be cute.

If things are really going to poop, I wonder if Hopper will get back in touch with his cop buddies. They'll be like "WTF" at first, but I mean... they are gonna need help right??? Even if it's from those dummies, it'd be cool if they got past the shock of Hopper being alive and were serious allies for once. It'd turn their comedy cop shtick on its head, which season 1 is known for

I can sorta picture something for Lonnie, but it's difficult you see? Firstly, why the hell would be come back to Hawkins during this disaster? Even if he found out his kids were there, I doubt he'd care??? But I can picture the writers having him retain an inkling of parental affection and coming back to "help" his kids. Maybe for real this time? :/ But I don't really want that, I want them to punch and kick him. But reintroducing Lonnie to be a thrown in the newly formed Hopper-Byers family seems right on target for Duffers writing.

To go with the previous point, in no way do I imagine Joyce falling back into Lonnie's arms or giving him the time of day. But it would be interesting to see Hopper vs Lonnie scenes of Lonnie trying to plan the seeds of doubt in him. I may be remembering wrong, but I think I remember Winona saying once around the release of season 3 that Joyce and Hopper's relationship reminded her of her old one with Lonnie or something. I can totally see that for season 3 Hopper, and maybe Hopper can too. But things have changed significantly, so Lonnie's attempts to screw things up would fail.

So to sum it up, I can see them paralleling:

The door opening scene

The light getting bright scenes

The blood trap scenario

El showing how strong she become by throwing something even BIGGER, like a tank

Terry and Kali returning to the story and getting a proper conclusion

Full on Lucas Rambo

Visiting the Upside Down library like Joyce and Hopper did

Something with the vines and Will

El searching for Max like she did for Will in season 1 and getting progressively closer. Maybe needing Will's help

Hopper getting his cop buddies back but then being useful for once

Lonnie returning to Hawkins to screw things up. Either they pull a 180 and he's a little less of a dick, or maybe he continues being a dick

Ok, that's what I got!

[mrs-gucci]

Adult Swim, Part 2 of 3 {Charlie Barber x virgin!Reader}

author’s notes: hello, hello! happy fourth of july to everyone celebrating. here’s part two of “adult swim” :) things are heating up, y’all!

warnings: smut. some fluff. making out. nose kink oops. over-the-clothes touching & oral (f receiving). handjob. some grinding. thigh-fucking.

(possible) tw’s: age difference. infidelity/extramarital affair. semi-public smut.

table of contents pt. one pt. two * pt. three

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(can we just take a moment of silence, dedicated to the masterpiece that is adam driver’s/charlie barber’s side profile? *drools*)

July.

You’ve come to dread Fourth of July weekend ever since you became a lifeguard. Although it’s a fun celebration, the pool stayed open much later than normal for the whole weekend, which meant that you had to work longer hours.

Sure, you liked cashing the overtime paycheck, and you always managed to get a few free meals out of the deal thanks to community members, but it was hard work. 

Luckily, this year, you had Charlie to help you through the long days. You couldn’t actually see him, not properly anyway, but he did come over and chat with you a few times for a bit while Nicole watched with a suspicious glare. 

Rain clouds have shrouded the sun’s warm glow and a bolt of lightening streaks across the gray sky, followed by a clap of thunder that rumbles the Earth. Everyone is forced to get out of the pool and sit under the covered patios until the rain and storm have passed over. 

You’re making your way towards the lifeguard��s lounge when a large hand holds your shoulder, effectively stopping you in your tracks. When you turn to look at who the hand is connected to, you smile.

“Mr. Barber.” You say, politely.

He nods. “Coach. Do you need to, uh...check on anything in the storage area?”

The breath catches in your throat as he looks into your eyes, sending a chill down your spine. You know what that look means...

“Now that you mention it, the manager asked me to check on the cleaning supply stock...” You say, a lopsided smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. “You’re more than welcome to join me, if you’d like.”

He looks over his shoulder, happy to see that Nicole is deep in conversation with a group of other moms. 

“You had me at ‘now that you mention it’, coach.”

The two of you scurry off to the back storage area, which is basically just a cage with a roof, and Charlie immediately pins you against the wall. He kisses your neck while he grinds his pelvis against your lower stomach.

You move to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist, but he stops you. You look up at him with a furrowed brow.

“Wanna fuck your thighs today, coach.” He breathes against your neck. “Turn around and keep your legs together for me, alright?”

Nodding, you flip yourself around so that your front is now pressed up against the cage, making sure to keep your thighs together. You look over your shoulder as he begins untying his swim trunks.

“No peeking, Y/N. You know the rules: you’re not allowed to see me until I spread your legs and take your virginity.”

Your head turns back to its normal position and you hear him stroking himself behind you. You want nothing more than to see his cock, touch it, appreciate it; but alas, he won’t allow it.

His small grunts and groans are more erotic than they ought to be and you can feel the slick beginning to dampen your folds. He's standing at full attention, now, and he takes a step forward to press himself up against you. 

Your breath hitches as his thick length slides between your thighs, earning a small breathy grunt from the large man behind you. He lets out a shaky sigh before drawing back, then snapping his hips forward again.

“O-Oh, coach.” He breathes into your ear, hands planting next to the top of your head on either side. “Thaaaaaat’s good, so good.”

His little grunts and groans are music to your ears and, mixed with the smack-smack-smack of his skin colliding with yours, it’s an erotic symphony.

“We’ve gotta h-hurry. Storm’s gonna pass over s-soon.” You whisper.

Charlie nods, increasing his thrusting rhythm two-fold. He pants into your ear, one hand sliding down from the wall to wrap around your throat. 

“I’m gonna fuck your little virgin cunt so hard.” He growls, reaching down to grab your hip. “Gonna f-fuck you just like this, coach. Right after your pussy stretches out around my cock, I’m gonna fuck you nice and h-hard, make you cum.” 

You moan, biting your lip. “C-Charlie...fuck.”

“Ohhhhhhhhh, Y/N, I’m c-close. Gonna cum--” His hips come to an abrupt halt and he buries his face in the crook of your neck as he cums, a low groan muffled against your skin.

Your head tilts down just in time to see the liquid ropes erupt from between your legs and you can feel the way his length pulses before each rope shoots out.

He’s panting against your neck, planting the occasional open-mouthed kisses on your skin as he catches his breath. Once he regains control of his breathing, he tucks himself back into his swim trunks and turns you around, holding your hips.

“Sorry I didn’t have time to make you cum, coach. I’ll make it up to you next time, I promise.”

You shake your head, smiling up at him. “No apology necessary, Charlie. I still had a good time, regardless. You know I like helping you get off.”

Charlie bends down and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose, laughing softly when your face crinkles up. “You’re the best. Now, you should probably get back out there before anyone gets suspicious. I’ll hang back for a bit, have a cigarette or something.”

“See you soon, C.” You say before heading towards the door.

“You’ve never used that one before, coach.” He says, causing you to turn around.

“Oh, uh, yeah. It just sorta slipped out. Sorry.”

“No need.” His lips tug up into a smile. “I kinda like it.”

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The union between Charlie and Nicole has been noticeably shaken and strained as of late, you’ve noticed. You wonder if she somehow found out about you and Charlie.

Ever since the first private swim lesson, you and Charlie have been rendezvousing under the starlight on a weekly basis. Sure, there’s been some swimming involved, but it usually doesn’t last very long. He can’t keep his hands off you for more than about fifteen minutes at a time when you’re together.

It’s not just the physical connection; you and Charlie have incredibly compatible personalities, too. You get along really well and there’s a lot of natural chemistry between the two of you. You find yourself counting the minutes until the pool closes on lesson days, count the seconds until Charlie walks through the gate.

Tonight, you’re already in the pool when Charlie arrives, practicing your own technique. He sets his bag down on one of the loungers and watches as you make your way back down the lane in backstroke. He can’t help but look at your breasts, he’s got the perfect angle to look down your suit...

You flip back over and pull the goggles up over your head, smiling as you swim up and pull yourself onto the side of the pool.

“Hey, C.”

He smirks, walking over and jumping into the pool, swimming up to you with just his eyes above the surface. You giggle as he grabs hold of your ankles and lifts them up, forcing your upper body to fall back against the pool deck.

“Good evening, coach.”

His lips kiss and nibble at your ankle bones before trailing up your leg. Your skin erupts in goosebumps as his kisses draw closer and closer to your clothed center, which has already begun to heat up from his actions.

Your eyes never break away from his as he sucks at the tender flesh of your inner thighs, just at the hem of your bathing suit bottoms. You suck in a sharp breath when his nose lightly drags across your crotch, and his eyebrows raise.

“What was that, coach?” He asks, grinning to himself. “Did you...like something that I did, in particular?”

You’ve always sort of had a thing for Charlie’s nose, you have no idea why you found something so not traditionally sexy attractive, but now all you’re thinking about is how lovely it’d feel to have his nose bumping against your clit as he eats you out.

“Um, w-well, I--”

His nose swipes back over your crotch, cutting you off and replacing the rest of your response with a gasp. He grins wickedly.

“Oh, so that’s what you like.” A low chuckle escapes his lips.

He does it again, and again, nose dragging against your damp crotch. You’re practically dripping by now, the feeling and sight of him rubbing against you is simultaneously too much and not enough.

“Charlie...” You breathe, chewing your lip.

His finger comes up and teases your entrance over your suit, pushing some of the fabric in before letting it snap back into place. Your legs instinctively fall open further at his movements, eyes fluttering shut as his mouth hovers over your clothed crotch. 

He looks up at you, then. “You’re gonna cum just like this, coach, or you’re not gonna cum at all. Understood?”

You nod. “Y-Yes, Mr. Barber.”

The formality, the seeming innocence of that name always seems to drive him crazy and he grunts, quickly diving in. The tip of his aquiline nose swipes all around your covered folds while his lips and hot breath teases your center.

You’re embarrassingly close already, both the sights and sensations being created between your legs impossible to resist. You simply can’t bring yourself to peel your eyes away as he continues to bring you closer and closer to a soft release.

“Are you close already?” He asks with a smirk, eyes meeting yours.

Before you can respond, his finger presses up against your entrance, pushing in just a little bit and swirling around. You gasp at the feeling, hips naturally pushing down against him in an attempt to encourage him deeper inside.

“Mmm, look at that. You want to be filled so badly, don’t you, coach?” Charlie says, voice low. “You’re so fucking desperate, trying to impale your little virgin cunt further on my finger. You want someone else’s fingers shoved up your pussy, want to cum on fingers other than your own, isn’t that right?”

You nod, chewing your lip while your hips gyrate against his touch. “Y-Yeah, I want i-it.”

His finger pushes up just a little bit more, bathing suit fabric stretching as it’s shoved up inside your quivering arousal. Your back arches and your breath catches in your throat at his movement, suddenly thrust to the edge of climax.

“Charlie...” You breathe. “Please.”

He grins cockily, circling his fingertip inside you while he mouths at your clit and scrapes his teeth across the clothed bud. You cum only a few moments later, groaning shakily as your hips jerk erratically.

Once you’ve ridden it out completely, Charlie pulls away and covers your inner thighs in kisses. You sit up and run your hands through his hair, smiling down at him. 

“You’re incredible.”

Charlie smiles, tugging your legs, encouraging you into the shallow water. “C’mere, let me kiss you.”

You allow yourself to slide down into the water, reaching up to wrap your arms around the back of his neck as his lips crash down onto yours. His hands grab your ass and pull you against him, a small growl rumbling through his chest when his erection rubs against your lower stomach.

“Let me touch you, C-Charlie.”

His eyebrows raise and he pulls away, looking into your eyes. “You know the rules, kid...”

“I don’t have to see you to make you feel good. I promise I won’t look, I just...I want to t-touch you. I want to make you cum.”

He inhales sharply, biting his lip as he thinks it over. He can’t pretend that he hasn’t wanted this since he first met you, but the thought of not allowing you to see or touch him until he’s ready to take your virginity is incredibly arousing...

“Alright, but you can’t pull me out of my shorts. Got it?”

You nod eagerly, pressing your lips onto his once again. He scoops you up and walks you over to the underwater bench, setting you down gently. His hand cradles the back of your head, cushioning it from the harsh pool ledge as you pull at the tie of his swim trunks.

His jaw clenches tightly and his eyebrows knit when your hand wraps around the base, a shaky breath leaving his flared nostrils. He keeps his forehead pressed against yours as you begin to stroke him slowly, breath hot on your lips.

“I-Is this okay?” You ask quietly.

He simply nods, back hunching and buttocks clenching as his hips begin to thrust forward in time with your pumps. His eyes squeeze shut, growling and mewling softly with each flick of your wrist.

“Ohhhhh god, Y/N, I...it’s b-been a while since someone’s tttttouched me like this. Your little h-hand ffffeels so nice.”

Your lips pull up into a small smile, flattered that he likes your touch so much. You reach up with your spare hand, spreading it out across the back of his head, pulling him down for another kiss.

Charlie fulfills your silent wish, moving his lips against yours. He disconnects a minute later, a line of sweat gathering at his hairline as his thrusts become more and more desperate and full of need.

“J-Jesus, I’m gonna cum s-soon, can’t last a-any longer.” He groans shakily, reaching down to grab your wrist, halting your touches. “Quick, l-lay back on the d-deck.”

You nod, hopping up out of the water and laying back, allowing enough room for him to get on top of you. His hand moves quickly on his cock as he climbs up and positions himself on top of you.

His hand grips your jaw, tilting your head up while he tugs his shorts down enough to expose his pulsing length. He begins grinding his bare cock against the fabric covering your stomach.

“Look at me, Y/N. I’m gonna--fuuuck--gonna c-cover your belly in m-my hot cum, s-stain your fuuucking b-bathing ssssuit. Are y-you ready?”

Right after you nod, his hips suddenly rut roughly against your stomach and he groans loudly, spurts of warm milky seed spreading across your torso. He snarls, grip tightening around your jaw as he cums all over you. His eyes never close or break your gaze, pupils blown wide with lust and arousal.

Seeing Charlie coming undone above you is a sight you make sure to commit to memory, not wanting to forget the way his face contorted in pleasure, the way his hips bucked against you, the sounds that fell from his pillowy lips. 

You’re convinced that there are little other sights more beautiful and erotic than the one you’ve just witnessed.

He lets go of your jaw and tucks himself back into his trunks while his lips leave open-mouthed kisses all over your face and throat. You sigh softly when he pulls away and stands up, already missing his presence on top of you.

“Sorry about the stain.” His eyes dart down to the dark red stain on your suit.

You shake your head, sitting up. “No worries. The chlorine will help.”

Charlie’s eyebrows furrow and you chuckle, standing up in front of him.

“You heard me right, Mr. Barber. I’m swimming along with you tonight. We’ll see how you hold up against a competitor.”

He smirks, reaching around to land a playful swat on your ass. “Try to catch me, coach.”

You gasp as he quickly turns around and leaps into the water, beginning to swim towards the lanes. You laugh, following behind.

“Oh, it is so on!”

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and they were roommates?!

SapnapxFem!Reader

Summary: Imagine being in love with your roommate, couldn't be you.

Pronouns: She/her

Warning: Swearing

Word Count: 2.3k

A/n: I don’t watch or know anything, I just like these people and I had a concept. Also, he and Dream aren’t roommates in this for the sake of I can’t figure that out. Also also, my timeline is probably fucked but who cares

The dynamic in the apartment was...interesting to say the least

In the two years of living together, it had shifted a lot

In the beginning, you and Sapnap had been... less than cordial to each other

Both eighteen, fresh out of high school, off to college thinking that you knew everything.

There was lots of fighting, to say the least.

All of the “No it’s your turn to vacuum”, and “I swear to god Sapnap I will punt you halfway across the world if you eat my pineapple again”

The only reason you didn’t slit each other’s throats was that if the other person was dead, who would pay rent?

It was the summer before college started at the time, and you were working long hours minimum wage so coming]’/ home to an annoying prick caused a crap ton of conflict

After a few months of being little bitches to each other, y’all got piss drunk in the apartment and it all just sorta fell apart

Got that good drunk therapy, spilling your deepest secrets

(y’all were underage but shhh)

So by the time college started, the two of you had become actual friends and started enjoying each others company

A few months into the friendship, you encouraged him to post the video of “Minecraft, but it’s Raining Cats and Dogs” on a whim

Lmao little did you know what you had created (we’ll get to that later)

You mocked his train of thought constantly, laughing at the timing of it all.

“Ahhh yes, I am Sapnap, the genius who thought it’d be great to become a YouTuber while in my first year of college.”

He’d always just laugh and roll his eyes, playfully shoving you while stealing your chips.

The next few months were a haze of studying, work, and him.

It was truly a friendship of convenience since you guys were so busy, him starting his youtube career, and you working restaurants, then school on top of that, it was just easy to find friendship in your roommate.

Of course, he had his close friends which he spoke to over the internet, and you had your friends from back home, but as for college, it really was only him.

You guys had a fun time just hanging around the apartment, and it became so easy to be friends with him

And it WAS truly platonic (we’ll get back to that as well)

The best thing he brought to the friendship was his animals

You got on fabulously with Cash and the cats

They were all so cuddly and honestly loved you more than him lmao

You guys were just trying to get degrees and not be too stupid, was that too much to ask???

Well to a certain 2020, it was

The beginning of that year was great.

He was sorta realizing that he liked putting himself on social media, but on top of that, it seemed like a great start to a year.

February brought him to twitch, which you loved

You found it hilarious how he would just sorta play games and have people watch him live.

But you were incredibly supportive, as a friend, of course

He really liked it so, you tried to ignore the shouting at three am, and the loud anthems at night

Sure you’d give him hell in the morning, but why kill his fun?

March started great, as it was his birthday.

You got him a glittery lighter as a gag, but it was the perfect gift for a broke-ass college student

Then a certain pandemic came a-knockin’ on y’all’s door

It was a hard hit on both of you.

An executive decision was made that you two would stay put, but being away from your families was incredibly tough.

That spring was the birth of The SMP.

It brought him so much joy, which in turn made you happier.

The rest of the school year was a blur of zooms and test

Nick nearly killed you on multiple occasions when you made fun of the fact that he was learning computer science over the computer or made him help you figure out what the fuck zoom was since it was tangentially related to his major

“SAP HELP ME YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS ITS YOUR FUCKING MAJOR!!!”

“NO, IT’S- AHHHHHHHHH”

Yall got more than a handful of noise complaints shhhh

That summer was fill was spent trying to fill the time in weird ways

Note to self, he can’t cook (which you learned the hard way)

Yall spent so much time trying to cook and bake, then sweating off the calories working out with The Fitness Marshall lmao

As sucky as the situation was, that summer was so incredibly fun for the both of you, and truthfully the only arguments were about what music to blast

“Y/n I swear if I listen to Cosmicandy one more time I will drown you.”

“Well if I hear American Idiot one more time someone’s knee caps are getting harvested.”

(that argument was settled with Elton John.)

When school started up again that fall, something shifted

After a year of actual friendship, you guys were no longer just friends, and the tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife

You had watched every single one of his streams since day one, but within 2 seconds of his Love or Host, you felt the need to hurl for some peculiar reason

It was bizarre because there was no way you could ever like him, of course not.

Within the apartment, you guys suddenly got a lot more touchy, but only because it was getting cold with winter and all that jazz.

It wasn’t because yall were secretly in love, what is this, a romcom?

The number of times you guys woke up on the couch, definitely not cuddling was too many to count

You started sitting in his room while he streamed, definitely not watching him with heart eyes because of how excited he got

He always had a pot of coffee full and a 6-pack of monster in the fridge since he knew you ran on spite and caffeine, and definitely not so that he could spend more time with you in the early hours of the morning.

The laundry started getting all mixed around, resulting in just sharing any sweats, hoodies, or socks.

The same thing went for food.

No longer was anything labeled with a name, if it was in the fridge, it was fair game (unless there was a post-it because come on, yall weren’t monsters)

But no, y’all were just roommates, not dating, lets make that clear.

Feelings? We don’t know her.

This entire time, his friends have had to hear about you rip.

But they got front row seats to your relationship development

“OMG my roommate is the worst she ate all of the frozen strawberries”

“Y/n kidnapped Storm all day while she studied and I thought I lost the fucking cat asjvdk”

“I had to run down and talk to the landlord because we dropped a pot of pasta sauce all over the carpet and couldn’t get the damn stain out.”

“She is so nice in preparation for a family dinner zoom, she ran out to the local Filipino food place and pick stuff up.”

“Sorry I’m late I overslept and didn’t want to wake up Y/n.”

They weren’t stupid, and could clearly see how whipped he was.

Dream and Geroge teased him about it constantly.

“Woah, calm down Sap, you should probably tell her you love her before you propose.”

“Yeah Dream’s right, it’s kinda weird that you’re living together before ever dating.”

He always flushed and denied it with a shake of his head.

He wasn’t into you, are they crazy?

Quackity and Karl messed with him in more unorthodox ways

There are a solid number of clips where they are fake crying over how he’s cheating on them, and even more tweets to match

It only got worse when you met them accidentally.

He was chatting post-stream on a video channel with George, Dream, Karl, and Quackity, and just his luck, you came into his room.

Like of all the times you could walk in, it was the time he was with his five closest friends but I digress

“Yo I got some extra tips yesterday so I picked up some extra Red Bull if you want to do one of your weird all-nighter streams.”

“Y/n I’m on channel.”

“Oh shit sorry my b. Catch.”

All the guys heard was a thud and a groan from Sapnap as the six-pack hit him in the chest.

Dream was the one to recognize your name.

“WAIT IS THAT Y/N I WANT TO MEET THEM!”

You could hear Dream’s voice through his headphones

“Sap… who is that?”

“No one. I’ll be out in a sec to help with dinner.”

You could hear a British voice come through.

“Oh so we are no one now, huh.”

Another voice piped through.

“Common... ¿Qué intentas ocultar?”

You cut in.

“Your headset it shit my guy. I can hear everything. I’m down to talk to them.”

He let out a groan.

“Fine. But you’re gonna have to do the dishes tonight.”

“Deal. Now move.”

“What? No.”

“Fine bitch.”

You collapsed onto his lap, plucking the headphones off of him.

“Hello, Sapnap’s friends. I am Y/n. A pleasure to meet y’all. Can you hear me?”

You heard a series of laughs through the headset, and a voice came through.

“Yes, we can see you too. I’m Karl, it’s so nice to finally meet his girlfriend.”

A blush rose on both of your faces, and another voice came through.

“Yeah, we’ve heard lots about you. Plus we can’t see your face in that picture Sap sent us. I’m Quackity”

That remark stopped your embarrassment in its tracks.

“What the fuck? How do you guys know me? I’m not even his girlfriend? And what picture?”

Sapnap grabbed your arm to calm you down as another voice cut in, but his one you recognized as his friend Dream.

“Hey, it’s okay. He just talks about you a bit, and the picture I believe was of you holding like three cats with like a red bull can on your head.”

“Jesus fucking christ why do they have that photo??”

He looked guilty but chuckled.

“Because that photo is a damn masterpiece.”

Karl’s voice came back in with a giggled.

“Soooo, Y/n we’d love to hear about you. Specifically anything funny or embarrassing that you have learned by living with him.”

Sapnap let out a groan from behind you as you went off.

“WELL lemme tell y’all, he has no cooking knowledge, well I mean, now he does, but one time, about a year ago, I had I been keeping a pot of water boiling for about an hour, soft boiling eggs, cooing noodles, blanching bok choy, etc. but this fucking genius is like ‘oH tHe HaNdLe Is StIcKiNg OuT. LeMmE mOvE iT wItH mY bArE hAnD.’ Needless to say, he burnt the crap outta his hand and kept the bag of frozen blueberries on it for the entire night. It took me like a solid five seconds to actually help him because I was laughing.”

By the time you had finished that story, you had seen Nick roll his eyes like 5 five times while the rest of the guys were wheezing.

“Yeah, well remember the time you were trying to imitate Rapunzel after we had watched it over Zoom with my sister, and you swung the edge of the frying pan into our head and got a nasty bump on it? At least I moved quick enough to put some ice on it.”

“Ice? It was the damn leftover Slushy that I had been freezing.”

“True, but you got to drink it after, so it was a win-win situation.”

“Sap, I had a bump the size of a golfball coming off of my temple. There was no winning.”

“Fine, you’re just making me sound like such a shit roommate.”

“No that’s not true, you do all of the talking to the landlord, and you at least tried to muffle the noise when you stream.”

“I guess that’s true, but you do like 80% of the cleaning.”

“Yeah but only because you’re working. Plus in the past 6 months, you’ve made coffee every morning, AND made sure I was taking my meds.”

“Those things aren’t that hard and I do it to make sure you don’t die because I lo- care about you.”

“What?”

“What?”

You heard Dream’s wheeze laugh and remembered that you guys were still on call.

“Smooth.”

You both went red, and Sap moved his arm around you to leave the channel.

The next few moments were complete torture, the two of you just sitting in silence.

You were wondering if he meant what he was about to say and he was scared that you had heard it.

He was the one to break the silence. (mind you you’re still sitting on his lap lmao)

“I’m sorry about that.”

You weren’t sure how to respond. Should you ask him if he meant it? Because that wouldn’t be that bad. Or just pretend it never happened. Nah that’d be hella awkward. Or-

“I love you too.”

“You what?”

Wow, okay your brain is being a little bitch rn, but fuck it. Balls to the walls baby.

“I love you, and I have for a while now. I just want you to know.”

You finally looked him in the eye, and he was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Thank god. I love you, and nearly fucking told you for the first time in front of my friends accidentally. Damn, I’m smooth.”

You laughed and he smiled wider.

“Can I kiss you?”

After a quick nod he swooped in and holy hell his lips felt great. His arm wound around your waist and your hands made their way to his jaw as he pulled you closer to him.

The only thing playing in your mind was “and they were roommates”

[writingtoforgetreality]

The Moment I Knew (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Request: hi! i LOVE ur writing and i’m not sure if requests are open, but i’ll shoot anyways. Could you do a dean x fem!reader where she gets hurt really bad on a hunt and tries to hide it from dean because she thinks he’ll make fun of her or think she’s weak?(enemies to lovers idea ig) and he finds out because she faints in his arms or something and he’s just like so mad at himself for not noticing and he’s really worried about her during the healing process and she’s confused cause she thought he hated her and AH i’m sorry it’s so specific i’m just in a mood🥺❤️ (by @rxvxr), [Supernatural-Masterlist]

Summary: A seemingly easy werewolf hunt got out of hand & left you injured. In order to avoid Dean getting angry at you, you hid your wound from him. It was not as bad as it looked, right?

Words: 1,975

Warnings: language, a little bit of angst, injury, blood, fluff

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“You’re not coming on this hunt.” Dean stood his ground. Your frustrated groan showed him that you were not giving up that easily.

“Yeah, I am.” you crossed your arms over your chest. He turned around & walked closer to you. His face was way too close but you would not step back.

“You can’t handle this.” he spat out with venom in his voice.

“I’ll be fine, Dean.”

“You’re annoying, do you know that?” he threw his head back in frustration.

“Likewise.” you joked.

“Dude, let her come with us.” Sam joined your conversation, seemingly done with his older brother. “She’s skilled enough. Besides, three people are better than one.”

“Thank you very much, Sam.” your smile only grew wilder when you saw Dean rolling his eyes. Maybe you had not been in this business as long as they had been. But you knew that you were good enough to tag along on a werewolf hunt. After all, you had learned from the best. Sam, you meant. Of course. Dean? Meh, he was alright. But he hated you so you hated him. It was as easy as that.

The hunt was harder than you thought it would be. Werewolves were not that strong usually. But you kind of did not expect three of them to be there. Which left one monster for each of you. How you ended up with the strongest one of them all? You were not quite sure but that asshole landed a few pretty good hits on you. Blocking out everything around you, you hoped the brothers were luckier than you. Right when you wanted to shoot one of your silver bullets, its claws hit you right at your stomach. You groaned at the sting but you were too shocked to really feel the pain just yet. A look down was enough to realize that you had been hit pretty bad. As far as you could tell, there was a lot of blood coming out of you. An awful lot of blood. But if you stopped focusing now then your cause of death would be a werewolf. You needed to focus. Your vision started blurring slightly. A loud gunshot made you flinch. Eyes widened at the now dead werewolf in front of you. Turning around to check for another possible threat, you were only met with a very pissed off Dean. He did not even acknowledge you. Instinctively, you closed your jacket to avoid his disappointed stare. Your wound was not that bad, you would manage just fine. You could deal with your injury back in the bunker.

“So much for you can handle it, huh?” Dean mocked you. Usually, you always had a comeback. Not right now, it seemed. The adrenaline from the hunt had disappeared completely & the only thing you felt was the burning sensation that was caused by your wound. Dean raised his eyebrows when you stayed quiet.

“Dean, let her be. We didn’t expect three of them.” Sam argued.

“Yeah & we handled them just fine. She could’ve gotten herself hurt.” Dean eyed you up & down, shaking his head shortly.

“But I’m fine, Dean.” your voice was more quiet. Something both brothers were not used to from you.

“Great. Then I won’t feel bad when I tell you that this was incredibly stupid. I told you to not come along but no…No, you said you were skilled enough. Skilled enough? That was worse than what an amateur would do, (Y/N). You wanna get yourself killed or what?” his voice raised & your eyes trained on the ground, too embarrassed to look into his green ones anymore. Not even Sam tried to argue with him. He simply went ahead & left Dean & you standing alone.

“I’m sorry.” it was almost inaudible but he heard you clearly due to the calm night in the woods.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, (Y/N).” he scoffed. You waited a few seconds if he had to say anything else. When you were sure that he was done, you wanted to follow Sam back to the Impala. The first step you took brought you dizziness. The second one made dark spots appear. Dean noticed you wavering & when you did not answer after asking if your were okay, he made his way over to you. Right when he reached you, your body was met with darkness. For a second, Dean panicked. But when he felt one of his hands sticky with whatever liquid, he breathed out a quiet “Fuck”. He opened your jacket & saw the three long & deep gashes adorning your stomach. Wasting no time, he picked you up bridal style & ran over to the Impala where Sam was already waiting. All the while, Dean whispered sweet nothings to you. You did not hear it but he needed to say them. More for himself, really.

“What happened?” Sam was just as shocked as his older brother.

“She did get hurt.” the man carrying you explained. “Come on, Sammy. You drive.” he handed Sam the key & got in the backseat with you. Carefully as to not hurt you any more. Putting more pressure on your wound, he hated himself for lashing out at you like that. He simply did not want you to get hurt. Hence why he suggested you staying behind. Well, it was not really suggesting. It was more like forcing you & then, when you did not agree with him, being mad at you. If only you knew why he was acting that way towards you. Tonight, the one thing he did not want to happen happened. You got hurt. Not because you were not strong enough. Dean knew your abilities were similar to theirs. No, you got hurt because he left you out of his sight. Usually, whenever the three of you went on a hunt together, he made sure to keep you close by. Not that he ever admitted it. Sam had picked up on that & teased him like crazy. You, on the other hand, seemed completely oblivious to it all. After all, you hated him, right? Having to look at you like this, it broke his heart. Mainly because Dean blamed himself. If he paid more attention, he could have avoided all of this. After waking up, you would hate him even more & he would not even blame you. He was the one who yelled at you. But wait a second. Why the hell did you tell him that you were fine, when in reality, you were in pain? Your injury was not really a minor one. He instructed Sam to go faster. The sooner you all made it back to the bunker, the better.

Your entire body was on fire when you opened your eyes. Your attempt to sit up was cut short when you felt pain shooting through you. Wincing audibly, you looked down. Only then did you remember what happened. The werewolf hunt. One of them sliced you open with its claws. Dean yelled at you & then? What happened then? You could not recall it. All you knew was that you were back in your own bed in the bunker. The door opened & your head snapped up. Eyebrows furrowed when Dean entered. You expected Sam but Dean? You thought he was pissed off still. If you were honest, it was kind of your fault. If you had told them that you were hurt right away then you probably would not be in this situation.

“Hey.” he whispered even though there was no need to.

“Hi.” you matched his tone, unsure if you were about to experience another scolding from him. Dean walked over to the bed & sat down, careful not to touch you.

“How are you feeling?” he did not look at you which confused you even more.

“Um…Well, I’ll live.” you chuckled uncomfortably.

“Why didn’t you tell me that one of them hurt you?” his eyes locked onto yours & your mouth opened & closed a few times. What could you possibly tell him?

“Didn’t think it was that bad.” that was what you ended up with. A lie.

“Hmm, I don’t believe you. Why didn’t you say anything?” he repeated. Sighing loudly, you thought you would say the truth. It did not matter anyway.

“I didn’t want you to look at me like I’m weak or pathetic.” you looked down at your hands that fiddled in your lap.

“Why would I do that?” he was confused now.

“Well.” you glanced at him again. “You kinda told me to stay behind & I said I’d be fine. Look where that brought me. And I know you sorta hate me so…” you trailed off.

“I don’t hate you.” he wasted no time with his response. You stared at him questioningly & he knew he had to explain himself. “I don’t hate you, (Y/N). I’ve been an asshole, I know that.” you interrupted him briefly.

“Self-reflective, I see.” you teased playfully.

“What I wanna say…I just don’t wanna see you get hurt. And last night showed me that all of this can be over way too soon. I guess I was scared of losing you.” he admitted, watching you closely for your reaction. You were shocked at his statement.

“It takes a lot more to get rid of me, Dean.” you smiled warmly at him. Usually, you would have teased him but he was so serious in this moment, you did not want to ruin it.

“You’re one of the best hunters I know. It could’ve happened to all of us, this werewolf. Man…” he put his face in one of his hands, then chuckled. “I’m really bad at this feelings crap.” you laughed & shook your head at him.

“You’re getting better.”

The following weeks were different. The way Dean acted towards you was foreign to you. The teasing did not stop but you two shared another thing now. Though you had yet to figure out what exactly that was. Dean went out of his way to care for you which, if you were honest, was because of your wound taking an awful lot of time to fully heal. You spent a lot of days in pain that not even pills could numb. Sam was teasing the two & for the first time, you could actually tell that he was. Apparently, you were way too focused on Dean’s “hatred” towards you that you did not notice the younger brother’s teasing. The atmosphere in the bunker was not as tense anymore. The three of you lived comfortably together. Sometimes, you had to stop & think about your journey with Dean. It was actually the plot of a Disney movie. Two people had hated each other (at least they thought they had) until one of them got hurt & the other was scared of losing them. After that, their relationship changed into something way deeper, way more understanding.

“(Y/N)?” Dean entered the kitchen where you were currently sitting with a cup of coffee in your hand. You hummed for him to continue. “You’re still annoying as shit. You know that, right?” you broke out in laughter, Dean joined in a second later. Motioning for the cup you set up for him, he walked over & sat down next to you.

“Hate to break it to you but I won’t change.” you smirked at him.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.” he pressed a soft kiss on top of your head & threw one of his arms around your shoulders to pull you closer to his body. Your eyes closed in content. This was where you were supposed to be. In Dean’s arms. And it took you both long enough that you could not live without each other. At least you had each other now. Finally.

Published (04/27/2021) by Cathy

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