#why am i literal trash about this damn book and movie

[silentcedars]

I've been thinking a lot about the irony of Anne Rice, who was well known for her dislike of fanfiction, signing her most famous book over to a network that shamelessly turned it into their own dreadful, racialized, tumblr-tier fanfiction so soon after her death. I wonder if she knew what they were doing to her book? It's a perfect example of Hollywood using wearing a soulless skin suit of someone else's work not only to profit but to push progressive woke ideology. Nothing about this version of IWtV has anything whatsoever to do with the book besides a few names and New Orleans. They changed the plot and characters to the point of being almost unrecognizable, and they even felt the need to change the mechanics of how these particular vampires existed for no reason??? The creators even had the gall to say their version was truer to the story than the 1994 film, which Mrs. Rice herself was involved in making. It just seems disrespectful to do her dirty like they did. The Queen of the Damned movie looks faithful to its book by comparison...and that movie is undisputed hot garbage!

Tumblr will probably think I'm a bigot for thinking this show is trash, but I actually think it's trash because I am a stickler for Canon and would adapt any book literally word for word if I had my way, and this show couldn't be further from the canon if it tried.

I really loved the IWtV book when I was in high school and I've read it a couple times since, so I was quite disappointed but not surprised to see this wonderful gothic fantasy story into a politicized, debauched shitshow that the book, despite being a vampire story, never seemed to be. It's truly a show that was not made for fans if the book, especially ones who have enjoyed it for literally decades. I see why this show would appeal to Tumblr. I remember there were people here making jokes about being able to make fanfiction again as soon as they'd heard that she died, not to mention there's a general predilection here for tossing canon out the window whenever it gets in the way...I saw the trailer for The Witching Hour, another of Mrs. Rice's books I enjoyed, and I'm afraid that that's going to get a similar treatment...

[complete-idiot-in-love]

Once Upon a Witchlight: Episode 42! (SPOILERS AHEAD!!)

Still love these goofy bitches :3

Twig being dead is so sad, Alexa play Despacito

My S/I would definitely be on the floor sobbing or sobbing into Torbek bc they'd feel so bad for not doing more to protect Twig

NO, DO NOT GIVE TWIG WITCHLIGHT KREMY. ONE IT WOULD DEFINITELY HURT TORBEK AND TWO WE DON'T NEED A ZOMTWIG WITH A MURDEROUS DOUBLE PERSONALITY

If the scene wasn't so sad, I'm sure Kremy would be plundering the bronze toad for its money, bronze frog would be EMPTIED fr fr

I wonder what the rubix cube Frost got does (I don't care what Nikki says, it's a rubix cube to me)

I find it extremely sus that Twig died in the room with “Child sized coffins" in it, like was she always meant to die and the party just got too attached or what?

Torbek apologizing for not fighting good enough WHEN HE LITERALLY ALMOST DIED is so sad, leave my favorite pathetic cat man alone >:(

TORBEKS WOUNDS LOOKING WORSE BECAUSE HE TRIED USING HIS WITCHLIGHT. ANDY I'M GOING TO HURT YOU /J, LEAVE MY BESTIE ALONE (T-T)

“I just wanna bring her back, not for me but for you" The " Ironic” husbands strike again, love my dad's so much

Gideon telling Torbek to his face that he doesn't care if he dies is so funny for some reason but also I WOULD CARE GIDEON, I WOULD CARE SO MUCH!

THE DRAWING LABELED “MY FAMILY" WHY NIKKI? WHYYYYYYYY??? (T-T)

Torbek with Mr. Moony the puppet is so funny, him puppeteering it is very appreciated during these sad moments

When they talk about their dice rolls in their characters voices all i can imagine is the actual characters being forced to roll dice for their actions

OH FUCK, BAVLORNA CAUGHT US STEALING HER SHIT :O

"Please don't make Hootsie an orphan" "WATTA DO, MRS. BLIGHTSTRAW?" Two types of people fr fr

Gideon is so damn angry about Twig dying

They are all so dumb but i love these goofy bitches

Bavlorna is so gross, we love a manic pixie dream girl! /j

"OH HELL YEAH, COOKIES!" -My S/I (9 intelligence frfr)

"You would make a great coat!" OH HELL NAH, BAVLORNA IS DYING IF SHE MESSES WITH MY HOMIE TORBEK

BEEZLEBERRY COOKIES YESSS

What is it with the hags and acting like grandmas? "Granny Nightshade"? "Mommy Lorna"?

Torbek drinking trash water and Frost getting hairballs XD

Torbek definitely does single white guy cooking, bro will eat anything fr fr

Torbek's animal impressions are spot on /j

"YOU WANT ME TO USE HER MOUTH LIKE A DAMN NUTCRACKER?" - Gideon calmly asked /j

Husband fight, couples therapy imminent

If Bavlorna was good and not batshit crazy, she'd definitely be someone who I could see adopting Torbek or my S/I.

SCABATHA >:( /THREATENINGLY

Big-brimmed hat darkling mommy /j

YOOOO NAT 20 FOR GRICKO ON INSIGHT, LESSS GOOOOO

Oh fuck, accidental murder????

MORE COOKIES FOR TORBEK AND I POGGG, Besties share a sweet tooth

Earl grey tea and beezleberry cookies sound so good right now fr fr

Torbek please don't make a deal with Bavlorna

OH FUCK, ACCIDENTAL MURDER!!!

Gideon spinning his cup counterclockwise in anger is going to kill the party

KREMY IS DEFINITELY GOING TO KILL THE PARTY BY MENTIONING THE BOOK

"We don't talk about the fourth sister" I SWEAR TO THE GODS IF IT'S ZYBILNA I AM GOING TO SCREAM FR FR

It's so sus that the FROG hag doesn't own the FROG bag of holding, i don't think Bavlorna is telling the truth

TASHA? LIKE TASHA'S HIDEOUS LAUGHTER?? OMFG MY S/I HAS THAT SPELLS!!

Fribblefrabble grizzlegrazzle comeback :D love it when they callback to previous jokes!

Gricko... That was a robot of Tasha, not the actual lady

Receiving your older sister's taxidermied corpse as a gift is so morbid what da hell Bavlorna

"You're clearly the good sister" KREMY SHE JUST SAID SHE WAS GONNA TAXIDERMY A CORPSE AND GIVE IT AS A GIFT

TWIG IS BACK!!! YESSSSS

OH FUCK SHE'S BLIND NOW, THE BLUE ROSES BLINDED HER

Is... Is she blind?? Bro idk

"She's rigt behind me isn't she" moment from every movie ever /j

Sea cucumber Robert rectangle pants returns!!

Once Upon a Witchlight's catchphrase is "From a certain point of view"

"Torbek, have another cookie" WHY DOES SHE HAVE TO BE EVIL, I WANT A NICE COOKIE GRANDMA SO BADLY (I may do something with her in my S/I's backstory)

FROST NOOOO, DON'T FLIRT WITH BAVLORNA

"Torbek has sticky fingers" YEAH I WONDER WHY, "ALLEGED" PUBLIC MASTERBAITER

PIERRE IS SO SAD AS A NPC, BRO GOT HIS FACE OBLITERATED AND IS NOW GONNA BE A SLAVE TO BAVLORNA

Gricko x Bloodytoes ship is sailing so hard this episode (Grickotoes? Bloodygrin?)

Torbek just absolutely not understanding Frost's telepathy is so good

LET MY BOY ENJOY HIS COOKIES FROST, HE DESERVES NICE THINGS

"Bodaicous T is saying no!" I love that nickname so much and am so glad it came back

"You're gonna be filled with regret if you make this deal" "BUT MAKING DEALS IS FUN!" MY ALLIGATOR DAD EVERYONE, DUMBASSNESS RUNS IN THE FAMILY I GUESS

Torbek has my same love for sweets, this is why he's my bestie

Twig is so cool, i will literally kill her insecurities

NOOOOO, NO MORE FROG LICKIN??? (T-T)

TWIG TOADSPRING? HER FULL NAME??

WE ARE A BIG FAMILY YESSSSSS!!!

Gideon always forget Torbek and it's so funny!!! Huge ass bugbear and he's always forgot about

"Smells like shit, TORBEK!" OMFG DYING

"Not only can't I smell but I also can't SHI-" TWIG NOOOOO

BLOODYTOES X GRICKO IS 100% BUILT ON VIOLENCE, GIRLBOSS AND HER MALEWIFE FR FR

Pierre is so fucked

"Are there any burritos here?" FROST OMFG

Bloodytoes being so unbelievably unhelpful is so funny

Torbek is always hungry and I headcanon it's because of the witchlight

When will Frost meet his beloved swam boat again /j

Please still have pigtunia!!! I love that pig!!!

STOP TRYING TO KILL THE WILDLIFE KREMY

NOOOO JEREMY!!!

NAT 20 FROM TWIG TO KILL JEREMY OMFG

"No one would marry that FUCK, HES A MEAN OL BASTARD!" Reanimated Twig is a badass

STUFFED PIGTUNIA OMG SO CUTE!!!!

SOMEONE FINISHED THIS MODULE IN 5 SESSIONS???? HOW???

We love Snail no. 2 in this house

Killing Pierre at this point is a gift to him

Pierre killing montage with Gricko on a popsicle Sugar high

"We can go to Wendy's" "WENDY'S NUTS!" My S/I and Gricko would definitely collab on deez nuts jokes bc of Gricko's curse

WE GOT THE INN AT THE END OF THE ROAD BACK, YESSSSS

SUN AND MOON COUPLE, MR. MOONY?? (Also my favorite ship type)

WE'RE ALL MUSHROOM PEOPLE NOW AND LEVEL 5 YESSSSSSSS

[dontmockmyawkwardness]

Me and some Inkheart rambles.....

So, if you know me, like really know me (*cough cough* @daisyishedwig) then you know how much I love Inkheart. These past few weekends, I’ve had to travel 8-14 hours for rugby matches. On these bus rides, one of my favorite things to do is read & watch Inkheart. And the more I do, the more thoughts I have.

I have watched this damn movie waaaaay too many times. Probably at least 20 times. I’m awful. I remember the first time I saw it, it was just my mom and I and another couple sitting in one of the side theaters at my hometown movie theater. The movie wasn’t a blockbuster and it wasn’t completely true to the book, but that’s okay! As far as guilty pleasures go, this movie is one of the most pleasurable.

There are many things I enjoy about the movie and also many things that bother. Right now, I want to talk about the casting, which is a mix of both.

Casting I liked:

Meggie - Okay, I have the biggest crush on Eliza Bennett. I think she is the prettiest person ever and is so cute and pretty and sweet and funny. I love her as Meggie and honestly cannot picture the character any other way now. Love love love.

Mo - Brendan Fraiser is the perfect Mo. Literally who I pictured as Mo when I was reading. Also, the older I get, the more fascinated I become with Mo as a character. 

Dustfinger - Once again can’t picture anyone besides Paul Bettany in the role anymore. He stole the show.

Cockerell - Surprising, but I think he was the best Black Jacket, the most villainous one that is, in the movie. Exactly how I pictured him when reading the book.

Mixed Feelings

Capricorn - I still don’t know how this movie attracted some really big names. Like seriously, Andy Serkis?!?! I didn’t like how the movie made the character a bit more cartoonish than whole-heartedly evil, but Serkis does a really good job at playing up the threatening nature of Capricorn. He looks evil also, which, you know, is scary. It does bother me a little how much shorter he is compared to Mo.

Elinor - freaking Helen Mirren was in this cast! How? HOW? Honestly, I think Helen Mirren looked like the perfect Elinor. I think I just really dislike the character of Elinor a lot. They made her way too cartoonish in the movie. Just way over the top.

Farid - I don’t feel any particular way toward this casting. I’m glad they didn’t cast someone too old for the role though. Overall, Rafi Gavron has grown on me over the course of my re-watches. 

Darius - Eh, not many thoughts. They changed from book-Darius, who was suppossed to be small and skinny and skittish. But John Thomson as Darius, thought not physically similar, does capture the essence of the character.

Casting I did NOT like

Basta - I freaking hate Jamie Foreman as Basta. He doesn’t look intimidating or threatening or look like he should be taken seriously at all. The mustache, the slicked back hair, all of it is awful. He’s short and rotund and not at all like the tall, lean yet muscular Basta that seemed so life like when reading the book. Hate hate hate movie-Basta.

Flatnose - Such a freaking cartoon in the movie. Like, I understand that the character is literally named ‘Flatnose’, but they didn’t have to make him a complete and utter doof in the movie. A freaking doof. I hate it. I’m sorry, Steve Speirs, but they ruined that character in the movie.

Fenoglio - Once again, it’s more of the character I hate, but Jim Broadbent did play up the cartoonishness of the character. Plus in the book, he’s supposed to be older and skinny and more frail.

Okay, there, my thoughts on the casting and characters in the movie. Glad I finally wrote this all out. 

[moemoemammon]

I just found ur blog and read thru some of ur stuff and im in love !! Ur writing is nice to read, and always gives a nice picture of the situation

If its aight, could u do some headcannons for the demon bros Finding out mc goes real hard on housekeeping ? Im talking fast and good cleaning, does chores without problems, propably even cleans after them (totally doesnt mother them in anyway), all without complaint, mc just cares

Housekeeper MC!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

The fact that he didn't have to shove a mop and bucket into your hands like the evil stepmother has him like 👀👀

Out of every person he's met, you and Barb are the only ones that actually enjoy cleaning? And now he's wondering if you've been influenced by him in some way because got damn are those floors sparkling-

Ever since you've arrived, the house has been immaculate. But as much as he enjoys that, he worries that you aren't leaving enough chores for his brothers to do.

They're gonna be lazy at this rate, especially if you keep cleaning up after them like that. He's planning to sit you down and have a good talk about how you should rest a bit, and- D...did you polish his desk????

"MC... as grateful as I am to you, I thought I asked you to rest? You don't have to clean every little thing in this house. You're here as our guest, and more, so I won't have you behaving like a maid. But if you're that interested in keeping your hands busy, you may feel free to maintain my desktop. It looks as good as new, thanks to you."

Mammon

Oh, so you're one of THOSE types, huh? The goody goodies that like to make everything clean and sparkly, huh?? Well don't expect him to help ya!

Was an asshole at first. Made messes to see if you'd clean them, tried to dump his chores on you, etc. But now that you've stolen his heart? Yeah, he wants you to sit down.

You're messing up your hands with all that time spent scrubbing crevices and dusting ugly old paintings, when you could be spending time with him!

Tch, that's it! If it's chores that're keeping you from looking his way, he'll just finish them before you can do anything! Checkmate!

"You're always scrubbin' somethin'! Let my brothers take care of the messes, while YOU sit down and watch this movie with me! Ain't no point in watchin' it by myself, so I ain't takin' no for an answer!" "Huh?? Waddya mean 'when was the last time I vacuumed'??"

Levi

Oi oi oi...! What do you think you're doing with that feather duster?! You don't think you've got the right to approach his figures with it, do you?! WRONG!

But you quickly discover how ticklish Levi is, and he squirms out of your way while watching in horror as you... delicately handle every figure? And dust them from top to bottom, without so much as an accessory out of place..?

Wait... are you seriously okay with picking up all that trash?? S-some of it's sticky from all the junk food, and- Gah! Don't go messing around in his closet!!!

Yeahhh Levi doesn't let you clean his room lmao. It's way too stimulating to watch you carefully touch every surface in his room... I-it's like you're heaven everything with your presence, and...

"S-so yeah! The only things you're allowed to clean are the figures and the outside of Henry's tank! Nothing else, got it?! Anything more and I seriously won't be able to handle it...I won't even be able to sit still in my own room......." 👉👈

Satan

Satan found it funny how willing you were to take up every little chore there was to be done in the house and he's got to admit, reading is much more enjoyable in a tidy environment.

But what he REALLY wants to know is how you managed to dust off every single book in the house, his room included, without him?? Knowing?? And you've done every shelf as well, cleaned out the cobwebs behind it, and even repaired that little tear in the upholstery of his favorite arm chair????

Has also deduced that you're probably the maid character in the books that knows everything. Actually, you're a lot like Barbatos. What secrets are you hiding human 🔫

Just kidding. But yeah, when you insist on dusting his room, he follows you around the room and watches you. You know, just in case you fall or something falls on you! No other reason.

"As much as I like having you here all to myself, it makes me feel bad watching you do that by yourself. Why don't you we clean together? We'll get it done twice as fast, and when we're finished, I'd like to read a book to you. You remind me of a certain character from a murder mystery novel I've started."

Asmo

Eeehhh?!?!? You've seriously managed to organize both his endless skin care product collection, and his ENTIRE wardrobe?!? You're amazing...!

And you don't stop there. You were more than happy to clean his tub for him and everything, and you know how hard it is to get oil off the side of a tub, right? You're a lifesaver!

Asmo casually pawns off his chores too you. Oh, he just did his nails! Can you do the dishes? Ah, he just bought this outfit. Can you take out the trash? He's about to go out with his friends to a party, so be a dear and take care of the common bathroom for him?

Lucifer scolds the shit out of him every time he catches him doing that. You're welcome. But don't think Asmo won't repay you! He'll give you so much love, you'll be drowning in it! Figuratively or literally, depending on your preferences-

"Fufufu... if you wanted my attention, you should've just told me! You didn't have to go tidying up my shoe collection, but I'm happy you did~! If you keep spoiling me like this, I might not be able to keep my hands off of you! Unless... that's what you wanted?"

Beel

Things tend to get pretty messy with Beel around, with the trail of crumbs he always leaves in his wake, and how he manages to get every surface he touches sticky. But you must be a miracle worker...

You're like a living roomba, and his ravenous appetite is no match against your cleaning skills! You seem to predict when the food bits will fall, and it's thanks to you that he can eat without a care in the world!

It's actually kind of scary, though. He'll drop a bite of his sandwich and move down to retrieve it to eat, and... it's gone. Poof. Into the ether of the garbage can...

You can still rest once in a while though, you know? Beel offers to help you with the cleaning, and he's more than happy to let you climb up his shoulders to reach those high places. It makes him happy to know he can lend a hand.

"MC, I already cleaned over here so you don't have to do it. I cleaned there, too. That means you don't have anything else to do, so why don't you have a lunch break with me? It's not good to work so hard all the time."

Belphie

Belphie's one for the more observant brothers, so your clean freak habits didn't go unnoticed. He didn't know if you were obsessed with cleaning, or if you genuinely enjoyed it, but at least you were doing it without a fuss?

And man did you do a good job. Everywhere you cleaned was left with the lingering smell of vanilla and lavender, and... you know, the smell is making him sleepy.

Every pillow his head touches seems especially fluffy, too! When he found out you made a regular habit of washing and fluffing them, and they smell amazing... He feels like he's laying on a cloud...

He won't admit it genuinely, but he really does love what you're doing with the place. It makes him feel a little fuzzy inside when he finds his pillow on his bed, freshly laundered and soft to the touch. He clings to it extra tight those nights.

"You know if you keep this up, I might prefer the pillows to your lap. Ah, but don't worry, I don't really mean it. There's no way a pillow could replace you, no matter how good it smells. I think."

[wickedlyqueer]

Is there anything that you actually like about the Wicked movie? I’m thrilled Erivo has played a queer lead before and I can see the movie leaning into the queer aspect of the books (let’s face it, the stage musical totally dropped the ball on that). And I’d much rather have twice the Wicked onscreen, so I’m down for two movies.

oh damn have i been that negative about the wicked movie? Anon, I call the book and musical trash fires and garbage all day long. :') The movies are and will not be exempt. I expect things I'll fucking hate (like I do in the books and musical) but will still find so much to love.

I'm at the point where I see Wicked (in all its adaptations) as a big sandbox I get to play around in and build my own things. it's what I've done for years and will continue to do once the movie(s) come out. But to your question:

Things I'm Looking Forward To In The Wicked Movies:

I, too, am excited about Cynthia Erivo. Not only has she played a queer lead before, a quick wiki search tells me she actually identifies as queer and bisexual. A bisexual queen portraying a bisexual icon? Let's go!

Ariana Grande. Yes, I know, quite the controversial opinion, but I'm willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. Most criticism I've seen is that they think Ariana is just gonna play... Ariana Grande in the movie. Not Glinda. And it speaks to how much and how well of a Personality™ she has crafted over the years. Like, did you know her hair is naturally curly? She deliberately does not wear it in public, because that's a very personal and private thing. Always opting for the stylized high ponytail instead. Why am I bringing this up? Because unless you know Ariana Grande personally, all you know about her, is a public image. Remind you of someone? Right. Glinda. If she can tap into that part of herself, the public vs. private self, and use that to portray Gilnda. Hot damn are we gonna get a juicy second act!

("but she's not a full soprano!! and whistle notes don't count! >:(") she has a four octaves range and is literally one of the most popular and talented singers of our time. stop pretending your local fav and classically musical trained actress with no screen experience whatsoever would be able to do a better job.

("but when she performed at A Very Wicked Halloween she wasn't all that good!") Yeah, that came to my mind too, but I did a bit of a google and it turns out she nearly dropped out of the performance due to anxiety from a recent break-up, but also, oh you know, the goddamn Manchester Arena bombing, that killed 23 people, injured over a 1000 and left so many with PTSD and trauma, including Ariana. Just. Imagine singing. Doing your job. And as people leave your concert. They get killed and injured. Yeah, you know what? She gets a pass for not being "at her best" when it seems a lot of personal shit was happening at the time.

Which brings me to my final point about Ariana: she loves Wicked. I've said it in the first ever post I made after the casting announcement and I'll say it again: Ariana Grande doesn't need to go up for acting roles. She's at the top of her game career wise. If anything, doing a bad job as Glinda could leave a dent. So she wouldn't have gone up for the role, if she didn't want to fully commit to it. In my google search I also found out she's currently not working on new music so she can focus on Glinda. So. Literally pushing away the most successful part of her career to do a goddamn movie. That's commitment. She won't half-ass this. She's committed to the role. And I wish both her and Cynthia the best and that they can fully embody those meaty roles.

In that same vein, I'm quite happy to see Ariana and Cynthia bonding prior to shooting. I don't have much fate that the movies will strengthen the queer subtext (we can always hope, but i prefer not to set myself up for disappointment) but they very much understand that Glinda and Elphaba's relationship are at the core of the show. If I got some delicious subtext to chew on, I'm good.

The director Jon M. Chu gives me hope as well! I haven't seen his whole filmography but it seems he had several directing gigs and is used to mixing it with musical elements. I have seen Crazy Rich Asians (albeit a few years ago) but I remember it being campy but also heartfelt at the right moments and being able to switch between the two. Hey. That's similar to Wicked's tone! Honestly, watch Crazy Rich Asians and see how much it vibes with Wicked's tone of voice. I think you'd be surprised and pretty hopeful he can pull that balance off with Wicked too!

I obviously can't speak much about the actual movies, the plot, the storytelling, the cinematography, the acting, the costumes, the set design, the singing, and... pretty much everything that makes a movie. And I'm not really into speculating on the movie. I'll wait until the final product is here and pick and choice from there what I like. Getting new content for a fandom that hasn't really gotten anything new since at least a decade, is exciting on its own!

Bringing me to the one thing I unequivocally look forward to the most:

The movies will draw in new fans! Listen, I love tiny fandoms. I love our tiny fandom. But it's also, at times, a bit of a wasteland. Even if the movies become everything we fear, so many people will (re)discover Wicked!

And even if all of us elderly fans will be grumpy and mad that the movie isn't our 2D animated dream version we've all collectively embraced as the Better Movie... a real movie can never beat the fantasy version perfectly tailored to all the wishes in your own head. But that's where the fandom part kicks in. We can have our own fun!

So yeah, I'm exciting to all the people who will become curious about Wicked once the movies come out. Yes, even the people who only watch the movie bc Ariana is in it. Yes, even if they don't ship the ship I ship. Yes, even if I hate the movies with my entire being but they absolutely love it.

A bit of fresh perspective can really revive this fandom, but we have to let it. And I for one, cannot wait to see the new perspectives the movies and new fans will bring to us!

[frostedfaves]

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Pairing: dark!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha takes you on a date and decides how the night will end.

Warnings: dark themes, stalking, digital hacking, drugging, sexual content (all consensual!!!)

A/N: this is the closest thing I’ve ever written to smut so I hope it didn’t turn out to be complete trash! I’d like to try going further in the future but I’m just doing what fits for the story for now! anyway, can’t wait to hear your thoughts!

Previous part

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Natasha could barely sleep that night, the images of you swimming through her mind constantly. She’d stared at the pictures in her phone long enough to memorize every inch of you left uncovered. How she wished to be the one to undress you at night, maybe with your wrists tied together above your head or your ankles forced to separate with a bar between them. The possibilities were endless.

She took a cold shower the next morning after waking up in a sweat because of you, and she knew she had to see you again. Not through a window but in person, face to face. She already missed holding a finger to the pulse point in your wrist, feeling the pace quicken as you lost yourself in her intense gaze. It was thrilling.

Your shift today ended at 6, which is why Natasha strolled into the bookstore just after 5:45. She began feigning interest in a shelf of biographies until she heard your kind voice again, and god, could she come undone at the sound of it.

“You’re back.”

She closed the book she was flipping through with a smile, turning to you, and what a sight you were. Your light t-shirt clung to your torso and was tucked inside of dark pants that loosely covered your waist and legs, hugging your ankles. Your hands were tucked in the pockets, and she wondered what was the easiest way to pull them into hers instead.

“I am.” The book closed with a sharp snap as she stepped closer to you. “I was hoping you were here.”

“Why didn’t you look for me then?”

“Got a little nervous.” She shrugs and you find it endearing.

“You hide it well.” Your hands leave your pocket as she gives you the book. “So what can I do for you, Natasha?”

You noticed her eyes widened slightly when her name left your lips, and you wondered whether or not that was a good reaction. The smirk that followed answered your silent question.

“Call me crazy, but I wondered if you’d have dinner with me. Nothing fancy, just want to get to know a kind soul such as yourself a little deeper.”

“Well, I’m very honored that an Avenger is interested in a boring civilian like me.” You offer her a teasing grin and she laughs in response.

“You know who I am, then.”

“A face like yours isn’t easy to forget.” You step around her to place the book back on the shelf, trying not to focus on the warmth that radiates from her body in such close contact. “I just need to clock out and grab my purse from my locker, and then I’ll be ready for dinner.”

“I’ll be outside,” she promised, watching you until the doors to the back hid you from sight before heading out of the bookstore. She listened carefully for your footsteps as she set up the program on the new cellphone, giving you a smile when you appeared that told nothing of what she was doing.

“Ready when you are.”

Natasha held out her arm to you, unable to contain her grin when you looped yours through the space she left and rested your other hand on her incredibly toned bicep. The warmth of your forearm against hers and your palm through her sleeve made her long for more, but she decided not to rush, knowing she had all the time in the world. As far as she was concerned, you weren’t going anywhere.

You arrived at a quiet restaurant in the middle of casual and fancy, seated at a table in the corner per Natasha’s request. The reasoning given to you was her desire to have eyes on the entire room because “you can never be too careful”, but the phone in her lap told a different story. She was an expert at holding your gaze or keeping your attention while the device downloaded your information, tucking it away in her pocket when finished.

It was halfway through dinner when Natasha found herself wanting to touch you more than the high school hand holding you’d done so far. She noticed a bit of pasta sauce that dribbled onto the corner of your mouth and before you could react, it was swiped away onto the pad of her thumb that was now positioned in front of your lips.

“Open,” she commanded, gleefully watching you obey her with wide and innocent eyes. A shiver went down her spine when your warm tongue cleaned her thumb, smirking as she slowly pulled away from your lips with a pop. And then she was back to her own meal as if nothing happened, while you were left squirming in your seat.

“Would you like to come to my place for wine?” you finally get out when your heart stops making its home in your throat.

“I would love that.”

-

The two of you walked hand in hand to your apartment in a comfortable silence, a bubbly feeling spreading through you every time that damn thumb swiped over your knuckles. You turned on the living room light as you entered, locking the door behind her and offering apologies for a mess that didn’t exist.

“Stop worrying, printsessa. You have a lovely home.”

The bubbles returned at the sound of the Russian nickname. “I’m glad you like it. Have a seat on the couch while I run to the bathroom, and then I’ll pour the wine for us.”

Natasha waited a few seconds after you closed the door before sprinting down the hall to where she could only assume your bedroom was. A bug was placed in your bedside lamp, a camera hidden in the plant on your dresser and your window was unlocked. By the time you stepped out with an empty bladder and clean hands, her back was against the armrest of the couch.

“Do you prefer white or red?”

“Whatever you’re having.”

She followed you to the kitchen, resting her elbows on the island that separated tile from carpet as she watched you place two glasses in front of her. You poured the deep red liquid with a smile, and as you returned the bottle to the fridge, she unscrewed the tiny vial from her necklace and emptied it into one glass. She claimed the other one as you faced her, clinking it to yours and moving to the couch.

“You know, I’ve answered your questions all night but I would love to know more about you,” you told her after a long sip, and she smiled at you over the transparent rim of her drink.

“Anything in particular?”

“Just...something that the media hasn’t broadcasted anywhere. Like, how do you manage not to fall into a deep depression with everything that you deal with as an Avenger?”

“It’s the little things.” She leans forward a bit, her fingertips resting on your knee. “The team and I do pretty normal things when we’re not on missions. Movie nights, eating meals together, being honest with each other when we feel down and doing whatever we can to improve our moods. It helps to have a good support system with these things, or in my case, a best friend that’s a literal ball of sunshine. I’m very lucky to have people like them in my life.”

“I think they’re very lucky to have you, too.” 

A few gulps of the bitter liquid gave you the courage you needed to close the gap and press your lips to hers, and part of you wasn’t surprised at how easily she was able to slip her tongue in your mouth seconds later. A low groan spilled from her lips past yours, and it vibrated within the deepest parts of you as you wrapped an arm around her neck, the other joining after your nearly empty glass was taken away. 

Her hands held onto your waist, squeezing harder as the kiss deepened, and she used the tight grip to guide your back toward the couch cushions. Your fingers slid into her hair when her mouth separated from yours to trail wet kisses down your jaw to the base of your neck, her warm breath leaving goosebumps on your sensitive skin. You slid a hand down to your jeans, about to unbutton them when she let go of one of your hips to stop you.

“Patience, printsessa,” she mumbled into the space between your neck and shoulder. “We have time.”

She pulled herself into a sitting position and you followed, embarrassed when a yawn unexpectedly pushed out of you. 

“I’m sorry.” You chuckled shyly. “I don’t know where that came from.”

“It’s okay. You got up pretty early, yeah?” You nodded. “I figured. Let me just take your number and then I’ll get out of your hair. I can always come back tomorrow.”

She winked as she handed you the phone that wasn’t an exact copy of yours, and you made sure to include your address in the contact you created. When you handed it back, Natasha erased your name and replaced it with your newly given nickname.

She left your apartment after a much more innocent kiss at the door, immediately taking the alley back to your fire escape when she was sure there were no witnesses. A smile shaped her lips as she watched you stumble tiredly through your nightly routine, eventually collapsing on the bed and falling unconscious before you could pull the blanket over your exposed legs.

Once you were asleep for a few minutes, she popped the screen off and set it to the side as she raised the window and climbed in.

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Crisis Averted

Summary: Shit hits the fan after Dean finds out that Reader and Sam have slept together. Crisis is averted once Reader has a chat with Dean about it.

TW/CW: Platonic!Reader x Sam & Dean Winchester. References to Sam and Reader sleeping together.

Requested?: Yes! A lovely Anon said, “Hi! Idk if you’re doing requests BUTTT if you are, I was wondering if you could do like a platonic one where you and the boys hunt together and have become like family but dean finds out through the Supernatural books/the internet or whatever that you and Sam hooked up the very first night you guys met.”

Word Count: 1,468

A/N: So I have a lot of Anons that request and I was just thinking maybe I should give you all a cool special name or something (any other followers could also be called by said name if that’s a thing that you all would like). Why was the first thing to pop into my head Tonics??? Like then we’d be Gin and Tonics.... Idk thoughts? As for this imagine, I kind of feel like it’s a little off for some reason but I hope you all enjoy the reader anyway. Love to all!

Your POV     I sleepily shuffle to the kitchen and pour myself a cup of coffee. I take a sip before yawning and stretching on my way to join the boys. I plop down into one of the chairs at the table and drop my head onto its surface as Sam chuckles, “Wow, I think that’s a record, 2pm is the earliest I’ve ever seen you get up the morning after returning from a hunt.”  

    I look up to glare at him as Dean grumbles something under his breath but all I caught from it was, “You would know.” Shrugging, I pull one of the various lore books spread across the tablet closer to me and open it up. We’re currently working on tracking down a demon who Crowley wants dead. The damn thing is literally off the radar so were looking for a new way of tracking it. Why the boys decided to do this for Crowley, I don’t know but it’s time consuming nonetheless. If it weren’t for the three of us being on the brink of insanity from being cooped up in the bunker we wouldn’t have gone on the aforementioned hunt. I flip through a few pages of the old, musty book before sighing, “I need food before I can try to focus on any of this.”

    “There’s not much left in the fridge,” Sam responds.

    I weigh the options for a moment before deciding, “I’m gonna run to the store and pick up food on the way back. Text me want you want, will you?” Sam nods but Dean doesn’t bother acknowledging anything as I get up and head to my room to change out of my pajamas. I have tendency to wander around the bunker in my pajamas if I know we shouldn’t be going anywhere that day. Sometimes it’s a bad idea though because it leads me to curling up in an armchair and falling asleep when I should be studying lore. Once I’ve thrown on the usual unofficial hunters' uniform i.e. a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, a flannel, a leather jacket, and some boots, I head to back through the bunker and to the garage. Knowing it’s not advisable to get groceries while riding my motorcycle, I opt to take my 1967 Camaro instead.

    Climbing into my car, I immediately grab a Metallica CD and pop it in before cranking the car. I notice that my gas gauge is rather low and make a mental note to stop for gas while I’m out as well. It feels nice to be back in my own Baby after riding with Sam and Dean for so long on cases. I got this car when I was sixteen and it has been a great companion ever since. If it weren’t for this car, I probably wouldn’t have met Sam and Dean. It caught their attention outside Harvelle’s and we’ve been best friends ever since. Those boys have become the only family that I have left. I pull up to the gas station and get out to fill her up, of course being met with the usual stares of awe at my car. I ignore them and go about my business before getting back in to head for the store.

    Before I leave, I pat the dash lovingly and check my phone to realize that I haven’t gotten a text from the boys yet. I tap on Sam’s contact and then wait as it rings. He answers rather promptly and sounds rather annoyed, “Hey, sorry I got side tracked. I’ll send you the list in a minute.” In the background I hear a door slam before Sam yells, “Fine, be that way but at least text (Y/n) your order.”

    “Is everything alright?” I ask furrowing my eyebrows.

    On the other end of the line, Sam sighs, “He found out about our thing and now he’s being pissy.”

    I look over my shoulder at the backseat, I had kind of forgotten about that as we agreed to never talk about it, “I’ll talk to him when I get back.”

    “Good luck,” Sam responds, “I’ll see you when you get here. Be safe.”

    “Will do,” I reply before hanging up. I put the car in drive and head for the grocery store hearing a couple of dings from my phone as I do. Once I pull into a parking spot at the store, I check my phone to find two messages, the one from Sam reads:

         Thanks for going to the store and everything. I don’t know where you’re going for food but I just want some salad stuff from the store if you could. Thanks again.

    Dean’s is a little stiffer:

          burger and fries

    Oh yeah, he’s definitely upset. I begin to wonder how he even found out as I get out my car and head into the store. I gather up some pretty basic items and even grab a few steaks as they’re on sale. I manage to fill the shopping cart with groceries by the time I decide I should head for the checkout line. A short while later, I am loading groceries into my car before returning the cart to a rack and then heading towards home. I make sure to stop by Dean’s favorite burger joint in town and pick up food for me and him on the way.

    When I pull into the garage, Sam is waiting to help unload groceries but Dean is nowhere in sight. Together, we silently make several trips to carry the groceries to the kitchen and then put everything away as well. Once we’ve finished, Sam sets to work making himself a salad so I grab mine and Dean’s food and head towards his room. I knock softly on the door, “I have your food. You and I need to talk.”

    I hear some shuffling before Dean opens the door, “Damn right we do.” I offer his bag of food to him and he snatches it before making his way over to sit on the bed. I join him and let it stay quiet for a few moments as we both pull our food out of our bags and begin eating.

    After a few bites of my burger, I speak up, “So, how did you find out?”

    “Fucking Becky of all people, (Y/n). My brother and best friend banged the first night they met but no they didn’t fess up. I found out through Becky and some freaking creepy ass books,” he answers.

    “Well, that explains why she’s never liked me. I’m guessing she let it slip the other day?” I muse.

    “Yeah, she referred to you as the ‘reason Sam won’t ever like me’,” he mumbles through a bite of burger.

    “That’s definitely not what’s keeping him from finding an interest in her. Especially considering it was a one-time thing that we agreed to never talk about.”

    “You guys could’ve at least told me,” he grumbles.

    “You’re telling me that you would’ve been cool if Sam and I were just like, ‘Oh hey Dean, we just banged in the back of (Y/n)’s car,’?” He’s doesn’t answer and instead seems to be rather fascinated by his fries. I sigh, “I suppose that’s what it is though. You’re hurt that we would keep something from you. Look Dean, I’m sorry that we didn’t tell you. It’s just not exactly something that can come up in casual conversation.”

    Dean takes a deep breath, “I forgive you. I would very much be okay with continuing the ‘don’t ever mention it again,’ tactic. Definitely not an image I need in my head.”

    I shake my head and laugh, “So why exactly did you blow up on Sam about it?”

    “Because when I confronted him about him hiding something from me, he lied to me about it and said he wasn’t hiding anything. You admitted to it,” he answers.

    I nod, “Gotcha. In that case,” I get up and make my way over to the door to yell, “Sammy, get your ass in here!”

    I return to the bed to gather my food and trash and when Sam arrives in the doorway, I point at Dean, “Make up. I’ll be in my room when you two are on good terms with each other again. We can have a movie night or something.” With this, I leave them both avoiding eye contact with each other and make my way to my bedroom. It takes a while but finally, Sam and Dean appear at my open door with popcorn and a movie. I pat the bed on either side of me and they join me after putting the movie in. Things feel like they’re back to normal as we laugh our asses off at our favorite movie and stuff popcorn in our faces.

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The loneliest time of the year || Part two

Part 2 of 4

Summary: With a broken heart and the fear of having failed as a father, Frankie returns to his parents house for Christmas. What is supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year feels quite lonely. Though when an old friend shows up unexpectedly with her young son in tow, Frankie’s Christmas seems to gain a little more happiness. Can they help each other fight the ghosts of their pasts and overcome their fears ?

A/N: This is part of my 12 days of Christmas / Advent special. Likes, reblogs, comments are all much appreciated.

[additional note: I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.]

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: Four messed up pies

By the morning of December 9th a heavy blanket of snow rests upon the world like a tick coat of marshmallow fluff. 

A restlessness surges through Frankie as he turns from his left to his right to his back then repeats the process all over again. He kicks away the blankets then pulls them back. Sleep doesn’t come easy these days. In fact sleep hasn’t come easy in a while. It’s a price you have to pay for leading the life he leads, has led. For doing the job he did. You see things, bad things, and they stay with you. Not always but in the quiet moments they creep back into your mind and all you can do is stare and hope they fade again soon. Fill your brain with other things. Occupy your mind.

It’s moments like these that his fingers are twitching and his body is aching for release. For something to numb his mind. Help him forget. 

There aren’t a lot of things that Frankie is proud of. In fact he can count them on one hand. One of them is his ability to fly. He's a damn good pilot … most of the time. (He is when someone doesn’t force him to navigate an overloaded plane across the Andes). He’s proud of Rosie. Despite his flaws and shortcomings he managed to create something so utterly perfect, that’s something to be proud of. And the. There’s the little coin in the pocket of his jacket. The one he fumbles with whenever he’s anxious or stressed. It’s gold and smooth and it proudly displays a big number 10 in the middle of a triangle on the front of the coin.

10 months. That’s a proud achievement. 

It could be more. It should be more! He really tried but after coming home from Colombia, one man less than they went in, after his girlfriend broke up with him and took Rosie with her. After everything. He needed the psi to stop. Just for one goddamn minute. He felt immediate regret wash over him when he woke up the next morning. Called Pope. Entered a 12 step program.

10 months and he feels better. He likes himself more now. But in those 10 months the voices have gotten louder, the images clearer, his heart feels heavier. 

With sleep being so far out of reach, he kicks off the blanket and drags his body out of bed. The smell of coffee hits his nose as soon as he steps out of his room, it drifts from the kitchen all the way up the stairs. 

His parents are sitting by the kitchen counter, mom holding onto a big steaming mug of coffee while his dad is deeply invested in the morning. Paper, glasses perched low on his nose. This is home, it sends him straight back to his childhood. If only, he thinks, if only he could provide this sense of warmth and domesticity for his own child. 

A knock on the front door shakes him from his thoughts. As he swings it open, a sharp sting of cold winter air whips at him, nips at his nose, his ears and his bare feet.

“Frankie hey, oh sorry did I wake you?”

(Y/N) is once again bundled up in layers of cozy clothes, keeping her warm and sheltered from the harsh weather. She looks cute. Absolutely fucking adorable. But in that moment, he doesn’t really notice that. Doesn’t notice Leo standing behind her either. His entire attention rests on the steaming pie she holds in her hands. 

“You made a pie?”

“She made 4.” Leo speaks up, his voice dripping with irritation and annoyance. 

“Thanks for throwing me under the bus, dude!”

Frankie regards the exchange with a fond smile pulling at the corners of his lips. There’s something so distinctly familiar in the way she interacts with her son, so unapologetically her. The way she’s always been. But now grown up entirely. A mother. 

“Why did you make 4 pies?” He asks, eyebrows raised in amusement.

“Well I didn’t plan on making 4. The first one I mistook salt for sugar so you can imagine how it tasted. The second one I put way too much sugar in, might’ve been trying to compensate for my mistake with the first one but yeah that one did end up in the trash as well. The third … well I got pretty invested in an episode of unsolved mysteries and forgot it was in the oven so it turned out um — “

“Black. It was burned to a crisp.” Leo chimes up again, this time more amused than annoyed by his mother’s baking escapades.

“Yeah. It burned. But number 4 is looking pretty good.”

She looks up at Frankie with a smile so radiant it rivals the sun reflecting on the snowy ground. Pride shines in her eyes as she holds the pie towards him.

“Did you make me a pie?”

“Not exactly. It’s mostly for your folks. They agreed to watch this one while I got shopping for his Christmas presents.” (Y/N) explains, her tumb motioning towards the little boy over her shoulder. “This is a thank you to them for being literal angels. “

“Oh man you wouldn’t be saying that if you had to live with them growing up. I can’t tell you how many times dad unplugged my console while I was in the middle of a game.”

It’s a joke, of course it is. He really lucked out in the parents department and he’s not too proud or too shy to admit it. Maybe, he thinks, the good parent gene might’ve skipped a generation with him. His ex will surely agree with that statement. 

“Hey uh — you mind having some company while shopping ?”

“You wanna go shopping for toys?”

“I need to get some presents for my daughter.”

“Oh that’s right, you have a kid too. “

He doesn’t blame her for not remembering. He doesn’t strike people as the father type. And really, he hasn’t seen his little one in quite some time.doesn’t see her during the entire Christmas time. Is he really much of a father anyway?

“Sure yeah! I’d love some company.”

Maybe, Frankie thinks, this will help him drown out the voice. Those that tell him bad thoughts, whisper mean things. Maybe it will help him filter out the images. The blood. The suffering.

Frankie was never overly fond of the extreme commercialization of what should be a peaceful family holiday. But maybe this year he is,a little bit at least. Because those bright colors, the loud noises, the crowds, the ads assaulting you from every corner, that all will help drown out the dark. At least for a moment. 

“Alright lemme just get changed real quick.”

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: Five days a week

“What the fuck is this?”

“It’s uh … it’s a … a game?”

“A game where you have to catch a piece of … poop.”

A wave of laughter tumbles from (Y/N)’s lips as Frankie holds up the brightly colored box, proudly displaying a drawing of a smiling turd. 

“It’s so dumb. And that says a lot coming from me, I can appreciate a good fart joke. But this is …. this is just dumb. “

“ It's what the kids these days want. I guess …”

“Would you buy this for Leo?”

“Absolutely not,” (Y/N) replies before taking the box from his hand and placing it back on the shelf between several more games of a similar kind. “But he wouldn’t like it anyway. Leo likes books and animals and fantasy movies. He’s so smart sometimes I wonder where he got it from.”

“You kidding me?” Frankie exclaims, “you’re so smart and if I remember correctly, you always carried around books when you were younger.”

(Y/N) just shrugs at his words though Frankie can’t make out a faint blush of red dusting her cheeks. “Leo is such an easy kid, always has been. Sometimes I wonder if that’s really the way he is or if he just tries to be that way because of me. Because he knows that I have to do all the parenting by myself and he feels he’s responsible for helping me along.”

“Don’t be silly. You’re doing good with him. Least you know what to get him for Christmas, what he cares about, what he’s interested in.”

His heart feels so heavy. His words seem to weigh down on his tongue like a stack of bricks. To admit your own failures to yourself is one thing, to admit them to someone else is quite another story.

“What do you mean ?”

“I — I have no idea what to get for Rosie. I don’t even know when I’ll see her next. She stays with her mom 5 days a week. I only get her on the weekends and even then her mom often finds a reason not to let her stay. Special occasions? I don’t get to spend those with her. Bet she doesn’t even recognize me anymore next time. She’s just a baby …”

This can’t be happening. He’s not going to start crying in the middle of a Toys R Us like a hyperactive toddler on a temper tantrum. Not in front of a beautiful girl who has been nothing but kind to him. This can’t be happening.

(Y/N)’s hand settles on his arm with a gentle touch. Almost as if she’s afraid he’ll break any minute now. And honestly, he might.

“Tell me about Rosie. I know she means the world to you and that’s all that matters Frankie. You’re trying. You’re trying so hard and I’m sure there’s lots about her that you know that no one else does. She’s your baby too. So tell me about her and we’ll figure out what to get her.”

And so they sit down on a swing set, one that’s definitely not meant for adults to sit on and have deep discussions, and Frankie starts talking. Once he starts it’s like a cork has been popped. It pours out of him, all of his pride and admiration and love for Rosie. All that has been brewing for so long now bubbles over. 

“... and she, she loves cuddling onto my chest and just listens to me. She doesn’t understand a word but she looks at me with her big beautiful eyes and it feels like I’m telling her all the biggest secrets of the universe the way she looks at me. Sometimes I sing and she — she falls asleep immediately.”

“That’s adorable.”

“Nah I think it's because my rendition of Eric Clapton is just real bad and boring.”

Their laughter is quiet, almost as if they are afraid of breaking the spell of this moment. Sometimes you find yourself at your most vulnerable during the big moments of your life and sometimes you do in the middle of a Toys R Us, sitting on a swingest that just barely holds your weight while a plastic giraffe looks over your shoulder and Kacey Musgrave’s rendition of “I’ll be home for Christmas” plays over the same overhead speakers that have been installed there in 1983.

“I just don’t want to disappoint her.”

 He’s already disappointing himself and that hurts bad enough.

“Frankie, let me be honest with you. She’s a baby, she’s not gonna care what you get for her. This is more about you than her. Whatever you get she’s gonna like it. Babies are easy to please, gets harder the older they get. We’ll find something cute for her but um … I think you should call her.”

“She’s a baby, she doesn’t have a phone yet.”

“ Really? I had Leo on a newborn data plan the second he popped out.”

Frankie raises his eyebrow in confusion.

“I was joking you dingus. Of course you’re gonna call her mom. There’s this thing, I don’t know if you’ve heard about it, it’s called FaceTime. You can actually see ther person on the other side. “ 

“ Very funny. I know what facetime is … “ 

“ Then call them. You said it yourself, the little one doesn’t understand a word of what you’re saying but that doesn’t matter. You’re there. You’re showing interest and taking initiative. It shows you care. And I think seeing her might be good for you too, even if it’s not in person.” 

“ You know, that sounds like a pretty good plan. “ 

“ Yeah? “ she asks him, a hopeful glimmer in her eyes, in her voice, in her entire being.

“ Yeah. “ 

“ Alright! Now let’s go find some presents for the little princess. May I suggest a cellphone? “ 

This time her laughter isn’t quite. It’s loud and radiant and the way her own joke amuses herself, is so goddamn endearing to Frankie. 

“ Ah shut up. “ he replies though his voice too is dipped in amusement as he throws his arm around her shoulders and they walk down the shiny linoleum floor, past dolls and teddy bears and Star Wars action figures.

And it feels right. Like the fit together perfectly. Like puzzle pieces slotting into place. 

And that feeling is damn scary.

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: Six-hour flights.

The floor of (Y/N)’s living room is covered in wrapping paper. Reds and greens and silvers and golds hide what once was a nice dark cherry wood floor. There are bows and ribbons and gift tags in all shapes and sizes and colors. 

“ Looks like Santa’s workshop in here, “ Frankie exclaims as he drops down on the floor next to her. All the presents they’ve purchased, neatly lined up in front of them, ready to be wrapped. Though to be fair, Frankie is quite sure he’s not gonna do a lot of wrapping himself. Sometimes you gotta admit defeat. And he ain’t too proud to admit that he is a horrible, horrible wrapper. 

“ Yeah, I know I’m making a big fuss over things like this. Wrapping and the tree and stuff like that. I just — I don’t know it just makes me happy when I see that my actions put a smile on the faces of the people I love. “ 

“ Oh I wasn't judging. It’s sweet. “ 

For a while they stay in comfortable silence. Just them and the radio playing old Christmas songs. (Y/N)’s hands do quick work on the presents, Santa’s elves would be jealous. 

It’s the first time in a long time, that silence doesn’t make him feel uncomfortable. That it doesn’t open up the gates for the voices to grow louder and the bad images to consume his head. No, this silence feels comfortable. It’s soft and warm. It’s tinted in golds and reds. 

Maybe, he thinks, maybe seeking the company of someone who exudes joy and warmth does him good. Someone who knows him but not the bad. Never the bad. The faults, yes, the fears even, but not the blood that stains his hands or the vices he so desperately tries to fight.

“ What was the best Christmas present you ever got? “ (Y/N) speaks up as she glides a pair of scissors along the ribbon turning it into shiny curls. 

“ Millennium Falcon playset.” 

“ You and a million other little boys. “ 

“True. What can I say, I was easily pleased. What was yours ?”

(Y/N) thinks for a moment before a wistful smile settles on her face. 

“My bubblegum pink roller skates.”

“Oh, I remember those!”

And he did. Squeaky pink roller skates with 4 pastel blue wheels and glittery silver laces.

“I remember the following summer all you did was skate up and down the street.  “

“Yeeeah but that wasn’t entirely because of the skates.”

Frankie combs his hair from his face, he really needs to get it cut, and looks at her in confusion. “Huh?”

Another chuckle falls from (Y/N) ‘s lips. “I can’t believe you didn’t notice.”

“ Notice what?”

“That I had the biggest crush on you.”

Frankie is grateful for the fact that he’s not taking a sip of his drink right then, it surely would’ve ended in a spit-take. He was a nerdy kid, a nerdy teenager too. Kinda shy, a little lost. He wasn’t usually the boy that girls fancied.

“Me? You had a crush on me? “

It doesn’t make sense, not really. She was the one that was fascinating and exciting. Though he didn’t think of her that way when they were kids, he knew she was beautiful even back then. He hadn’t been interested in her romantically because she was a few years younger but that didn’t meanie didn’t realize the magic she held.

“Yes, you. You were cool, Frankie. You were older and you knew stuff about cars and planes and you could name every Star Wars spaceship and you had a skateboard. “

“I was a horrible skater.”

“Sure but it wasn’t so much about the skating as it was about the aesthetic. You were cool and you still are cool”

Frankie shrugs his shoulder nonchalantly. She thought he was cool, still does. No one ever thought he was cool. He isn’t a smooth talker like Pope and even he himself can admit that look wise he isn’t even playing in the same league as Will and Benny. But if (Y/N) thinks he’s cool that must mean something. Right ?

“You were the one traveling all over the world with your dad and you thought I was cool?”

She sets down the scissors, let’s her hands rest on her lap. There’s a sense of nervousness exuding from her now. Like the words she wants to speak are resting on the tip of her tongue and yet they are so difficult to speak.

“Maybe that was part of it too. I never had a real home. Nothing stable at least. Except for my grandparents’ house. This was home and you were, you are, forever entwined with my idea of home. Sometimes I missed this place so much that I’d sit in my room and my little brain would think of all the fun adventures we could go on if only I was old enough to hop on a 6 hour flight by myself. I’d ask grandma about you every time I called and she always told me what trouble you got into.”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yeah and that only made you more exciting in my eyes. Then she’d offer to let me speak to you but I was too chicken shit to do it. Thought you might look right through my facade and realize how into you I was.”

“I was so oblivious, I can assure you I wouldn’t have noticed.”

“Well … it’s too late now.”

“I guess so. Just — next time you fall in love with me let me know, alright.”

Her laugh rings through the room like bells, like songs, like whispers of a childhood magic long forgotten.

“That only sounds fair. It’s a deal.”

“Good, now …. would you mind wrapping my gifts for Rosie?”

“Nope, but in return would you come see Leo’s play with me next week? My dad can’t come and I think Leo would like to have some more people there that support him. And he seems to think you’re cool so …”

“Huh guess if you both think so it must be true.”

“Don’t let it get to your head.”

“Of course I’ll come. “

She smiles and it sends a weird flicker through him. Like fire, like electricity. 

“ Now let me teach you how to curl the ribbon properly.”

[something-tofightfor]

Also 😂😂 I feel like the kid ask demands the following

OC: I want a baby

Din: oh my gosh. Steal one [thats what happened you can't tell me it didnt!!!]

OC: I want a baby

Billy: billy russo has left the chat

OC: babe?!

OC: I want a baby

Ezra: a baby baby?

OC: the alive kind

Ezra: a human baby or a small furry whiskered baby

OC: either or (I have never seen this movie. I got 5 minutes in and then riddle with guilt about all the things I Should be doing )

OC: I want a baby

Benjamin: i'm baby

OC: I want a baby

Jack: I'm gonna veto that /yeehaw OR

Jack: when the time is right

OC: I want to have a baby

Logan: we have to finish game of thrones

OC: seriously

Logan: do I sound like I'm kidding

OC: I want a baby

Javier: good for tax returns (I have also never seen this show asjdhdks)

OC: I want a baby

Caspian: I want us to go to sleep at a normal time. Guess neither of those are happening

OC: I want a baby

Ryan: we only have like $12 combined

These are all in good fun 😘 not meant to offend anyone who actually does want kids. Just... everyone knows we like, like 67% of this list bc these people are human trash fires. Who are absolutely not stable enough to raise small humans. Babies are great at derailing life 😂 or plots, but kids don't fix things. That said I DO appreciate so much how you and a lot of other writers have made it like, word of god that Logan loved Emily so much and that everyone stays true to "grumpy solitary traveler adopts a chaos child" as sort of Din's whole schtick

UNDER A CUT BECAUSE LENGTH:

Real talk, the "i want a baby" text trend always makes me laugh. I didn't send one to my BF, and instead told him out loud one day, and his response was "I want an Amazing Fantasy 15, which costs less than a kid" and then proceeded to tell me that if I was serious it wouldn't be with him. (AF 15 is the first ever appearance of spider man and it's roughly a $200,000 book in GOOD condition, and a half million in GREAT condition) But as for the guys:

Din's is half correct; he wouldn't want you to steal a child, because then people would be after you, but I could see him telling you to keep an eye out for one in need. Billy peacing out ASAP and going no contact ... 10000000% accurate Ezra having a pet makes me feel all mushy inside because I feel like giving that man ANY sort of domesticity is such a good outcome for him. (i can't say much else if you haven't seen it, because I don't want to spoil the movie - but if you get a chance please watch!) Benjamin ... just wants to be loved and I feel like he wouldn't want toshare right away and if you saw my most recent post... he needs just as much care as a kid sometimes, so... you are not incorrect.

Jack i can hear him saying that he vetoes the idea. That's very Jack. I think he would have made a good dad - but I also think it would have changed him a LOT as a person, and I'm not sure that as a Statresman, it's the right time ... so the second half checks out, too. Logan ... oof. Yeah, that's about right, too. I can't see him wanting to share anyone he finally chooses to love like that; I truly think that he enjoys his lifestyle too much - and if he DID have a kid, he wouldn't want to have a nanny care for it - so he would HAVE to change. I DO though, think that his fears of being like Jim are totally unfounded, and that he could be a really good dad ... but it's not on his list of priorities. Javi and his tax returns, ahahaha. He seems like the type of that would have waited until the last possible second to fill out his returns. and all other important paperwork - but DAMN if he would use an advantage like that. I don't think he would have wanted to risk having a baby in Colombia - but he'd be just a little more open to it when his life calmed down slightly. I don't think that was ever in the cards for him - and there's SO LITTLE actual information available about the real Javi that it's hard to tell... but during the time of Narcos? Definitely not a good idea for him. Caspain ... poor man just wants to sleep after dealing with King Stuff all day, and I am right there with him. Ryan ... my version of Ryan and reader have considerably more than $12, but I still don't know about introducing a kid. Definitely not while he was traveling, because we see what happens to Cowboy and Ginny... and how miserable it made Cowboy. I agree with you about the trash fires. Wholeheartedly. I also think that they mean well most of the time (With the exception of Billy.) Raising children isn't easy, and I think that that's why so many of them in canon did not HAVE kids of their own (I know Caspian has one later) and instead focused on found family. You're right again when you say kids don't fix things, and it's not fair to use them to TRY to fix things or change someone. Logan being the Best Uncle Ever for Emily - and literally DOTING on her whenever he could SHOULD HAVE BEEN canon. I'm thankful, too, that so many writers decided that was the case, and are running wild with it. Her main male influence seems to have been William, which is a GD mess and a half... and I want to change that indefinitely. And as for Din and Grogu? Chaos child is the way I will address him from now on so thank you for that. And that grumpy man smiles ALL THE TIME under that helmet at Grogu, and you cannot convince me otherwise.

[combat-wombatus]

I’m cb so really, no preferences, just as long as they’re hot 😎 for age range, I wouldn’t mind them being a student, villain, or hero tbh just pls not shiggy 😭 i like to do stuff in my free time like idk watch tv, I also have a slighttt addiction to shopping, and sometimes I’ll read a book. I also spend like 90% of my time playing with my dogs so idk if that’s useful information but I’m giving it to you. Picking three music people is hard cus I listen to to everything but at the moment I fw GIVĒON, jhené aiko, and zayn 😌 I listen to a lot of rnb if you couldn’t already notice but yeah, that’s my shit. Favorite color is definitely red but you probably already knew that, the other two would be white and black. I love food so I’ll eat just about anything but if I had to pick my top three, it would be tacos, sushi, and anything italian oh and my lovely chicken Caesar salad. Bruhhh literally everything and everyone annoys me but some of my biggest pet peeves are when people talk over me like bro stfu and wait your damn turn. I also hate when people chew disgustingly loud, it makes me wanna resort to violence 😃 I also cannot stand ignorant people or liars, to me they’re the worst type of people so yeah that really bugs me. I kinda come across as v intimidating in person and that’s because I am :) I love arguing and never back down from a challenge but I can also be a big clown when I feel like it. I’m pretty sarcastic but I’ll be soft with someone if I really like them but that’s like really rare. I’m a Scorpio so like, sometimes scary and intimidating but very loyal and passionate. My ideal first date would be at an amusement park cus I’m not trynna sit in the movie theater with a stranger for an hour and a half, I wanna have fun and move around. I don’t have a particular style, I can go from a typical tomboy to an absolute whore but on average, I give off skater vibes despite not being able to skate. And that’s it so thanks for doing matchups, I guess - @blazedbakugou

hehehe cb...

i match you up with...

kirishima eijiro

ok so GUYS kiri would be able to handle your sarcasm x100000, don’t even question it. his fave color is red too :p and he’d be the best person to go shopping with (or worst depending on how you look at it)...every time you try something on, he’d tell you how beautiful you looked and you’d be tempted to buy it >.< so i guess your wallet’s gonna have to get ready cause...yeah you’re not leaving without like 5 new outfits okay

a smol drabble

“I’m dizzy.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have eaten that much before we went on that ride?”

“Shut up.” 

“I mean I get it, tacos are delicious, but...”

“Spit it out.”

“Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea eating 5 of them before we went on a roller coaster?” He voiced tentatively.

“Are you calling me dumb?” 

“No! No, not at all!” He waved his hands around nervously. “Just...there’s a trash can there, if you need it?” He pointed towards a steel bin on the side of the walkway.

“Why would I need a-” You quickly swallowed your next words as a new wave of nausea overtook you. Scurrying over to the receptacle, you bent over and retched.

“Fuck.” 

“Here,” he handed you a tissue. Begrudgingly, you took it and wiped your mouth.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Of course!” He gave you a bright thumbs-up. “Anytime!”

“Why the fuck are you always so cheerful?”

He grinned at you, his sharp teeth contrasting with the chipper expression on his face. “It’s easier to be happy. Being sad all the time just makes you sadder. And when I’m happy, I make others happy, which makes me happy!”

“You’re a fucking weirdo.”

“I guess I am. Do you not want to go out with me anymore?” He looked slightly deflated.

You scoffed. “Why the fuck would you ask me that? Of course I’m still gonna go out with you, you dummy.”

“Great!”

a lil moodboard

fire engine red: kirishima eijiro

[ificanthaveu]

Coffee in a Snowstorm || Shawn Mendes

Description: You and Shawn get stuck in a blizzard on your way home at the end of the semester, forcing you to stay at a hotel. And. There. Was. Only. One. BED.

A/N: I’ve always wanted to write a “there was only one bed” fic so merry Christmas to ME and merry Christmas to all of you! but this one’s cute and shit so enjoy :)

Word Count: 2.6k

12 Days of Ficmas

“If you’re not out here in five minutes, I’m leaving without you,” Shawn said right after you picked up the phone.

“I just got out of my final thirty minutes ago. Simmer down,” you retaliated as you held the phone between your shoulder and your ear all while collecting your bags by your door.

“I’m trying to get home by 7:00, so I can see the guys,” Shawn said drastically through the phone. 

“We’ll be home for almost a month, pretty sure you’ll see them plenty of times,” you scoffed. 

“But I want to see them tonight.”

“And I want to be able to pack without you yelling at me through the phone,” you said before promptly hanging up. 

You tucked your phone in your pocket and somehow gathered your multiple bags into your arms and made your way down the stairs. 

Shawn stood leaning against his car, sunglasses perched on his nose and chin buried in his winter coat. 

“Took you long enough,” he mumbled as you walked past him to throw your stuff into the back seat. 

“One of us had a final this morning. One of us didn’t,” you said as you crossed your arms across your chest. 

He mocked your gesture, popping his hip out like you were. 

“Let’s go. We’re getting coffee first,” he said as he turned around and made his way to the driver seat. 

“Sounds perfect to me,” you said as you got comfortable in the passenger seat, connecting your phone to Shawn’s Bluetooth before he could.

“Hey!” He said defensively as you started playing your music through the speakers. 

“You snooze you lose,” you sing-singed as you bopped your head to your playlist.

“It’s my car,” he reminded you.

“And you’re still too slow,” you said with a smile. 

Shawn pulled into the drive-through and ordered both your usual coffees before pulling up to the window. 

“Your turn to pay,” he said as he held his hand out.

“I paid last time.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did.”

“No, you -“

Shawn was cut off as the girl at the window said, “That’ll be $8.45.”

Shawn grumbled to himself as he pulled out his wallet and handed the girl his card before turning around and glaring at you. 

“Write this down, that I paid for coffee this time, so you are paying on the way home,” he said as he handed you your coffee.

“Mhm, ok,” you mumbled as you took a sip. 

“I’m so sick of you,” he mumbled back.

“Aren’t you just so lucky?” You said as you turned to face him as he pulled onto the highway. “You get to be my neighbor at home and at school.”

“I ask God why I got so unlucky every day,” he said as he shot you a cheesy smile. 

It started to snow lightly as you continued to talk about your exams and what you were going to do once you got home. 

Shawn stopped talking as the snow started falling heavier. 

“I thought it wasn’t supposed to get heavy until midnight?” He asked with hesitation in his voice. 

“Let me check,” you said as you checked the forecast on your phone and your stomach dropped. 

“It shifted. We’re going to be in the worst of it in approximately fifteen minutes,” you said slowly. 

As if on cue, the snow started falling heavier, making it harder to see past two feet in front of you. 

“What the hell do I do? Does it end soon? Should I keep going?” He rambled as he gripped the steering wheel tighter and focused ahead of him.

“Shawn, the worst of the storm is literally moving with us. We have to pull over,” you said as you continued looking at the forecast. “There’s an exit in a half a mile.”

“And what do we do after that? Sit in my car?” He asked. 

“I’ll try to find a hotel,” you said as you looked up what city you were in to find if there were any rooms open. 

You dialed the first number you found and talked to the receptionist, trying to find whatever room available. 

“They have a room. Turn left after the exit,” you said as you looked up the directions. 

“Are we going to have to stay overnight?” He groaned as he hit his head on the back of his seat. 

“I think that’s going to be the safest bet,” you said. “Right here.”

Shawn pulled into the parking lot, and the two of you sprinted to the front door with your bags held tight to your chest. 

You paused to take a breath as you got just past the doors before walking to the front desk. 

“Hi, I just called and had a room held for [Y/L/N],” you said with a smile as you tapped your credit card patiently on the counter. 

“Yes, I have a single room on the fourth floor left,” she said, returning your smile. 

“Do you have any doubles?” You said. 

“I’m sorry, we’re all booked for doubles,” she responded. “This is our last room left.”

You sighed and rubbed your forehead before turning around to see Shawn reading pamphlets by the door. 

“I guess that’ll work,” you mumbled as you handed her your card. 

She handed it back to you shortly after with room keys and other papers. 

You walked over to Shawn and handed him a key. 

“Room 417. Single,” you said flatly. 

“You’re joking,” you said in the same tone. 

“I really wish I was,” you said as you started walking towards the elevator.

Shawn followed after you, narrowly making it into the elevator. 

“There were no doubles?” He asked. 

“If there was, do you think we’d be on our way to a single?” You said with a sarcastic smile. 

“I can’t wait to be home,” he said as he walked out the elevator once it opened. 

You followed behind him, looking at every room number until you find the last one on the end. Shawn opened the door and you followed him inside. You’re met with one bed and a chair in the corner. 

“Not even a freaking couch,” you grumbled as you set your bag down. 

Shawn plopped down on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

“What time is it?” He asked after a moment.

“6:00,” you said as you sat down on the edge of the bed. 

“Do they have room service?” He asked, still looking at the ceiling. 

“Yep,” you said as you grabbed the menu off the small table. “Pizza? Pepperoni?”

“Perfect.”

You picked up the phone and ordered the pizza before laying down next to Shawn, staring at the ceiling as he was. 

“If we go to bed early, we can wake up at 5:00 and get home before 9:00,” you said quietly. 

“That’s so early,” he moaned. 

“Do you want to get home or not?” You said as you turned towards him. 

“What about 6:00? Be home by 10:00?” He proposed as he turned towards you as well.

“5:30?”

“Nope, not budging from 6:00.”

“You really can’t agree with me on anything, huh?” Shawn said as he narrowed his eyes at you. 

“Um, we just agreed on pepperoni pizza,” you pointed out. 

“That does not count.”

“I think it does,” you said with a smirk.

With that, you stood up and rummaged through your bag to find pajamas to change into. You made your way into the bathroom and changed into your flannel pajama pants and a sweatshirt. You took out your contacts and wiped off your makeup, putting your glasses on before going back out into the room.

The pizza was there, and Shawn was sprawled out on the bed, eating a slice. 

You laid down next to him and grabbed a slice as well, turning towards what he put on the small TV. 

“What is this?” You mumbled. 

“A Christmas Story,” he responded before turning to you. “Have you never seen it?”

“Bits and pieces when it comes on TV,” you said. 

“Embarrassing. It’s the best Christmas movie of all time.”

“Well, clearly it’s not since I’ve never seen it.”

“If you would shut up and watch the movie, you’ll see why I’m right,” he said. 

You took his cue and fell silent as you watched the movie. 

The movie ended, and Shawn turned off the TV, throwing the pizza box into the trash. 

“Christmas Vacation is better,” you said simply. 

“You have no taste,” he said as he laid back down on the bed. 

“Better taste than you, buddy,” you responded. 

You both got underneath the covers, facing the ceiling once again, both of you staying as far away from each as you could. 

“We use to have sleepovers all the time. Remember?” Shawn reminded you as he turned towards you. 

You followed suit and turned towards him before saying, “Yeah, of course, I remember. You always snored. Which is why I am dreading this arrangement.”

“I did not snore,” he defended himself. 

“Yeah, tell yourself that when I have to wake you up in the middle of the night to stop it,” you said, burying your head farther into the pillow.

“Tired?” He whispered. 

“Extremely. I haven’t slept all week because of these damn finals,” you mumbled. 

“Sleep,” he said as he closed his eyes. 

You closed yours as well and dozed off. 

You awoke with a gasp as you shook, Shawn’s arm tightening around your waist. 

“You’re fine, it’s just a dream. You’re ok,” he whispered frantically as you buried your head into his chest. 

You tried to calm your breathing as you bunched his shirt in your fist. 

“You’re ok,” he said softly as he ran his fingers through your hair. “I’m here.”

“I’m ok,” you finally responded as you sat up and buried your head in your hands. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” he said from behind you. 

“No, talk about something else,” you said quickly. 

“Um…ok. Where are you going for Christmas?” He stumbled over his words. 

“My grandparents. Next question.”

“What did you get your mom for Christmas?”

“A necklace. Next.”

“If you had to choose between having to live with me or having to live with Brian, who would you choose?”

That got a laugh out of you as you turned towards him. 

“You,” you said softly. “I’m used to the snoring.”

Shawn smiled at you, looking away for a moment. 

“If you could describe yourself as a song, what would it be?”

“That’s too hard,” you said with your nose scrunched. 

“That’s the point,” he responded. 

You thought about it for a moment and turned to stare at the ceiling. 

“Daylight by Taylor Swift,” you said with calmness in your voice and a steady breath. 

“Good choice,” he said. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah,” you said as you laid down. 

Silence fell between the two of you as you just stared at each other.

“What’s your biggest fear?” Shawn asked after a moment.

“Needles.”

“No, bigger than that. Something not physical.”

You thought for a moment before saying, “Losing everyone I love.”

“Am I on that list?” he asked.

“Of course.”

“But is that a recent thing because of what I just did?” he wondered.

“No,” you paused. “You’ve always been there. Since the moment I met you.”

Shawn went silent as he looked at you while you looked out the window past him, watching the snow continue to fall. 

He snapped you out of your trance when he lightly touched your arm. 

“Go back to sleep,” he said softly. 

“I don’t think I can,” you replied just as quiet as you pulled the covers up to your nose, peering at Shawn over the top. 

Without hesitation, Shawn pulled the covers back and opened his arms up. You slid into his side and rested your head on his chest while he wrapped his arm around your waist. 

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. 

“Thank you.”

“Anytime,” he whispered as he watched your eyes slip shut. 

He continued to watch you as your breathing evened out. He carefully ran his hand up and down your back, lulling you to sleep. 

Shawn felt his heart rate speed up as he felt something he hadn’t felt before in his chest. 

He continued to run his hand up and down your back, trying to get his heart to calm down.

“It’s always been you,” he whispered before falling asleep.

Your alarm going off at 5:30 startled you both awake. You buried your face in his chest and groaned as Shawn reached over to turn off the ringing. 

“Why is it 5:30? I thought we agreed on 6:00,” he said as he leaned his head against yours. 

“You agreed on 6:00. I did not,” you said as you kept your eyes closed. 

You could feel him laugh as he gripped your shoulder and pulled you tighter against him. 

“Five more minutes,” he whispered. 

“Nope,” you said as you patted his chest and sat up. 

Before you could sit up all the way, Shawn tugged you back down to the bed. Your head hit the pillow with a giggle as Shawn hovered over you. 

“You couldn’t give me five damn minutes?” He said with that smile. 

“Well now you’re clearly more awake, so let’s get ready and hit the road, yeah?” You said as you tilted your head to the side. 

“Yeah, fine, let’s go,” he groaned as he stood up and trudged towards the bathroom. 

You threw your stuff in your bag and changed while Shawn got ready in the bathroom. 

Within fifteen minutes, the two of you were ready and walking down to the lobby to check out. 

Shawn threw his arm around your shoulder as you walked out to the car, and that was the first time you realized how different this all was. 

You threw your bags in the back seat and climbed into the front, connecting your phone to the car before Shawn could. 

When he realized, he didn’t say anything. He simply rolled his eyes and let it go. 

Shawn rested his hand on the center council, palm facing up, and you laced your fingers through his without a second thought. 

You could see him smile out of the corner of your eye as you stared out the window. 

Shawn pulled into the nearest coffee shop and ordered your usual. 

You handed him your credit card without a word, and he handed it to the barista before handing it back to you with a smile. 

The ride home was slippery but much better than the night before. Shawn stayed focused on the road as the two of you talked about anything and everything. 

A few hours later and Shawn pulled into your driveway. He got out of the car and opened the back door, handing you your bags. 

Shawn walked to your front door with you, his hands buried in his pockets and your backpack on his shoulder. 

You faced him, and he handed your bag to you before you set it on the ground. 

“Thanks for the ride, Shawn.”

“Anytime,” he said softly, his eyes flickering to your lips. 

Before he could hesitate a second longer, you wrapped your arms his neck and pressed your lips against his. 

He smiled into it and pulled you closer by your hips, taking advantage of this feeling he had never felt before.

You pulled away after a moment before Shawn pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“You coming to my parents’ Christmas party?” He mumbled against your head. 

“Of course,” you whispered back. 

“See you tonight then?” He said as he leaned back with a smile. 

You hummed in response before pressing a quick kiss to his lips and picking your bags up. 

“Can you remember something for me?” You asked. 

“Anything.”

“It’s your turn to pay for coffee.”

AND FICMAS IS OFFICIALLY OVER (and I'm officially on hiatus)

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[neriad13]

Favorite Media of 2020!

There was a large swathe of this year during which I was unable to concentrate on reading (as there probably was for a lot of other typically-frequent readers), so, as a result, I ended up listening to way more podcasts and watching way more TV shows. Not a bad thing, but boy did I read way less books than usual. 

However, for the first time in a while, the amount of fiction I read was about equal with the amount of nonfiction I read. Last year’s reading resolution was to read more fiction, so...success??

I did read a lot of phenomenal fiction when I had the energy to do so this year.

Books - Fiction

The Martian - Andy Weir

This book is the hardest of the hard sci fi I think I’ve ever read. Every single aspect of it is minutely researched and calculated. The author literally wrote equations to write this book. The science is insanely impressive and yet...it never loses its sense of humor or humanity in the mix. In fact, they’re the thing that drives the entire story.

Warlock Holmes - G. S. Denning

Way early in the year I was strolling down the fantasy aisle at the library, when this cover caught my eye. I took one look at it, went “oh, this looks silly” and...proceeded to devour the entire series in a matter of weeks. 

It is very silly. Especially when it’s pointing out something that was silly in the original. There’s something so satisfying about Watson immediately answering Holmes with the correct number of steps in their flat when he’s trying to make his point about how most people don’t pay attention to things like that.

World War Z - Max Brooks

Every single scenario in here could easily support an entire book. A park ranger whose job it is to contain the yearly zombie spring thaw? HECK YES. I’d read tens of thousands of words about that. A Chinese admiral who defaults, steals the government’s premier submarine, loads it up with the families of his underlings and takes to the sea for years to live in the maritime economy that has sprung up in a world where everyone is trying to escape the shore? That could be an entire movie on its own. 

Every chapter was more creative than the last and as a huge worldbuilding fan, this book was so, so fun.

An Unkindness of Ghosts - Rivers Solomon

In which a queer, neurodivergent protagonist solves a mystery on a spaceship which is a microcosm of antebellum era politics! This had a beautiful, mysterious, wonder-inducing writing style and it was a joy to peer into the wildly differing minds of every single character.

Books - Nonfiction

Underland - Robert MacFarlane

In every chapter, the author visits a different hole. Basically.

It’s an exploration of caves, catacombs, mines, nuclear waste facilities and the hidden underbelly of every forest. It was fascinating. And fundamentally changed how I look at time.

Rejected Princesses - Jason Porath

After years of having enjoyed the web entries, I finally got my hands on the first book and was not disappointed. 

There are the more entertaining entries, of course and the art is as charming as always, but what struck me the most were the more difficult stories. The deeper you go into this book, the more horrific it gets. The author does not hold back on the indignities suffered by the historical figures he writes about. It’s terrible...but also very, very illuminating.

The Gift of Fear - Gavin De Becker

This book - while maintaining all the essential information in it - could be pared down to one sentence in a sea of blank pages and that sentence would be: trust your instincts. End of story.

But in a world where instincts are either customarily suppressed or going haywire, it’s not quite that easy, which is why I’m glad there is more to the book.

I picked it up thinking “ha ha, betcha can’t help a person with anxiety who fears all the time already” and...what it actually ended up doing was giving me the tools to differentiate between real fear and unfounded fear. And did help with the anxiety quite a bit.

Fanfiction

Watch Over Me - cakeisatruth

A Bioshock fic from the point of view of a little sister who is learning how to trust and be an ordinary child again. Dark and sweet. An excellent combo.

All That is Visible - Ultima_Thule

An exploration of a minor character in a well researched historical context? That’s my jam! How did they know?? A Tron fic about what it’s like to be a female programmer in the 70s.

Graphic Novels

The Adventure Zone - McElroys + Carey Pietsch

Yesssssssss! It was a running-to-the-library type event whenever my library got a new volume in. The jokes are so good, the art is so lively and the ways in which they added the details that the podcast couldn’t necessarily get across is *mwah*

Trail of Blood - Shuuzou Oshimi

Hoooooooly shit, the art style of this one!! It’s beautifully detailed and expressive, sure, but the real draw for me was how it changes with the emotional state of the main character. There’s this sequence in which he’s consumed with anxiety at school and all of his classmates become blurry and unfocused, until they can’t be recognized as humans at all, that particularly sticks with me.

It’s a horror story about a kid who witnesses his loving mother push his cousin off a cliff for seemingly no reason and is then obligated by her to keep the secret, which is eating him from the inside out. It’s so good, guys, please read it.

Level Up - Gene Lien Yang/Thien Pham

A story about a kid who is haunted by his late father’s desire for him to become a gastroenterologist. It’s funny and touching and the ending gave me what I can only describe as a feeling of exhilaration. Y’know that feeling when something unexpected but not out of left field, perfectly in tune with the narrative arc and gut bustingly funny happens, all in the same panel? That one.

Film

Searching

This is a fairly standard thriller about a dad trying to find out what happened to his missing daughter. It’s also found footage...but not in the usual way, which was what made it so compelling to me. It’s told through the dad’s phone calls, google searches, social media interactions, news footage, security cameras and webcams. It was such a cool way to tell a story.

Train to Busan

There’s a lot that’s already been said about this movie and I don’t think there’s much more I can meaningfully add to that. Suffice to say that ya gotta take care of each other if you’re going to survive a zombie apocalypse!!

TV Series

My Brother’s Husband

As close to a perfect adaptation as a person can get (barring the entire conversation in English which was...oof). I was so happy when they took it a step further and showed Kana and Yaichi actually getting to meet Mike’s family.

Zumbo’s Just Desserts

I watched a lot of baking shows this year. Like...a lot. They were my much-needed comfort viewing for the year and this one was my favorite, even over The Great British Baking Show (which I LOVE). Why? Because the pastry chef for whom it’s named makes such bizarre and wonderful desserts and fosters an environment in which the competitors do the same. I’ve never seen anything like a lot of the desserts that make an appearance on this show. Every single episode was an awesome surprise and so help me, this show had better get a third season.

She-ra and the Princesses of Power

There’s also a lot that’s been said about this one, so I won’t say much more. Suffice to say: DAMN. That’s how you do an 80s toy tie-in cartoon remake.

Infinity Train

This show’s premise is probably the most unique I’ve seen in recent years. Its balance of comedy, horror and existential dread is also *mwah* I also love how much it trusts the viewer to figure things out on their own.

Primal

A late entry sliding in before the year ends! I finally got to watch the second half of the first season last weekend and it was EXCELLENT. The pacing, the brutal fight scenes, the adorable dinosaur antics, the animation, the quiet moments - *mwah-mwah-mwah-mwah-mwah*

The most emotional moment for me was the part in which the protagonists watch, with sorrow, as the rabid dinosaur who’s been trying to kill them all night dies an excruciating death.

Also it sets up a fascinating new plotline right before ending in a cliffhanger!! Another one for the ‘had better get a next season’ list.

Games

Night in the Woods

This is one that’s been on my to play list for a few years and I was so glad I finally got my hands on it. It’s like...The Millennial Experience (TM), the game. I felt so seen, playing it. The character writing was fantastic.

Prey

I don’t know why I put off finishing this for so long. I guess I wasn’t in the right alien killing headspace for a while?? Anyway, the setting is gorgeous, the alien biology is weird and cool, the ethics are delightfully murky and the interconnectedness of the station was really cool, especially in the OH SHIT moments at the end. 

Podcasts

The Adventure Zone

I tried to narrow this down to one favorite arc, but found that I couldn’t do it. I love Balance for its comedy and creative energy. I love Amnesty for its drama and acting. I am loving Graduation for the depth of its world and the way in which the real story behind everything that’s happened is slowly unfurling. It’s a good podcast all around.  

The Magnus Archives

Who obsessively listened to every single season while playing Minecraft in about a month? Surely not me, nooooo. Of course not.

There’s also been a lot said on this one, so I’ll keep it brief. I’ve seen things in here that I haven’t really seen elsewhere in horror. My particular favorites were the creepy psychiatric hospital in which the horror comes not from the patients, but from the denial of the doctor to believe them about their mental illnesses and every single thing related to the Anthropocene. The one with the Amazonian village made out of trash - CHILLS.

[parkersharthook]

Cheers (Drink To That)

Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers friendship (Bucky Barnes x female!reader)

warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions of past drugging, just guys being dudes

2.2k+ words

MODERN AU where Bucky and Steve play truth or drink (x)

“have any friend of yours said that I was dumb? Like in your life.”

Bucky said as he laughed softly, “So many of them.”

~.~

“Hi I’m Steve”

“And I’m Bucky, and we’re best friends. Basically brothers but not legally.”

“or biologically” Steve chimed in

[Welcome to Truth or Drink. Who’s going first?]

Steve sat up straighter and flexed slightly, “I’m better looking so I’ll go first.” Bucky scoffed and rolled his eyes but let Steve continue anyways, “If someone offered you one million to never talk to me again would you take it?”

Bucky thumbed an empty shot glass as answered, “I mean I want to say no because you are my best friend but that is a lot of money”

Steve nodded and he set the piece of paper to the side, “you should take it, that’s a shit ton of money. That’s like your livelihood. Plus I could still talk to y/n so win-win.”

Bucky laughed and nodded, “then yeah I probably would take it.” He drew a card, “Have you ever had a crush on someone that I’ve been with?”

“Well yeah probably most of them.” Steve answered with ease causing Bucky to do a double take.

Bucky laughed as his eyes widened, “what?”

Steve nodded, “despite your tendency to date crazy girls, they have always been super attractive.”

“what about y/n?” Bucky questioned

“oh yeah”

Bucky’s mouth fell open incredulously, “are you kidding me? My fiancé?!”

Steve rolled his eyes, “duh, she’s hot. We actually went out on a date before I introduced you guys.”

“Oh she did tell me this.” Bucky relented

[Could we have come context please?]

Steve smiled to the camera, “I took his now fiancé, when I first met her, on a date and we both just thought we were better off as friends and then the two of them met and hit it off so yeah…”

Bucky worried his bottom lip, “but it wasn’t a serious date right?”

Steve shrugged, “well I mean it was a date. I took her to dinner and paid so yeah it was a date but it wasn’t like anything happened.”

“I mean you still kind of hit on y/n still…” Bucky said teasingly with only a slight undertone of salt.

Steve rolled his eyes again, “jokingly…”

Bucky straightened up, “okay whatever”

“Oh relax Buck you know I would never do anything to come between you guys. You guys are made for each other.” Bucky smiled at Steve as Steve took another card, “do you remember when I lost my virginity and how did you know?”

“remember it? Not to the exact instance. But I know you lost it in high school and told me after it happened… right?”

Steve nodded, “yeah that sounds about right.”

Bucky drew the next one, “is there something that happened between us that we should talk about now?

Steve fiddled with his fingers, “umm…. not that I now of? I feel like we’re pretty open and honest with each other.”

Bucky agreed, “yeah I think if anything came up we would’ve dealt with it at the time”

“yeah probably. I mean, unless there is something you would like to tell me.” Bucky shook his head with a short laugh. Steve continued to a new card, “Who is the smarter friend?”

Bucky’s smile widened, “Are we talking street smarts or book smarts. Because honestly me in both categories probably?

Steve scoffed, “Oh come on, not at all. Just because you’re a space nerd doesn’t mean you’re smarter than me”

Bucky threw his hands up, “I’m a fucking lawyer bro.”

“so? I’ve won any and all fights we’ve been in. Both physical and verbal.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, “any verbal fights we’ve had that you’ve won are only because I let you won. Plus you win any physical fights only because you’re big not because you know how to throw a punch.” Steve narrowed his eyes at Bucky as he held his hands up in defense, “I’m not calling you dumb I’m just saying that I’ve made smarter decisions in most aspects of our life.”

“fine whatever” Steve exaggerated, throwing the card to the side.

Bucky laughed, “no need to be salty.” Another card drawn. “Name my favorite sex position.”

Steve shrugged, “I don’t know man… probably whatever y/n likes best.”

Bucky rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time, “okay but like imagine outside of y/n—"

“hard to do.” Steve interrupted.

Bucky laughed, “yeah that’s kinda hard to separate us but try. What’s my favorite sex position?”

Steve sighed, “I don’t know man probably doggy. You’ve always liked a good ass.”

Bucky laughed, “who doesn’t though. But yeah, you’re right.”

Steve pulled the next card, “I dare you to call my ex and tell her how you really feel.”

Bucky shook his head immediately, “no.”

Steve snickered, “why not?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes at Steve, “because your exes are crazy and most of them know where I live because I haven’t moved in a while so absolutely not.”

Another large laugh came from Steve, “fine whatever. Pussy. Take a drink if you’re not gonna call them.”

Bucky held his hands up, “I’m thinking of my future.” He poured himself a shot and knocked it back easily before reaching for another card, “How many sexual partners have you had? Be honest.”

Steve mentally counted for a moment, “15…? I honestly don’t know man. Do you think if y/n knew your number she’d be mad”

Bucky shook his head, “she knows my number. Dude we literally tell each other everything, I don’t think there’s something out there that she doesn’t know already.”

“that’s kinda cute actually.” Steve reached for a new card, “what’s the worst fight we ever had?”

Bucky knew instantly. “The one sophomore year of college right around spring break. That was really bad.”

Steve grimaced and nodded, “oh yeah that definitely was our worst one.”

[can you tell us what happened?]

Bucky leveled his head for a moment, “I’m not actually sure if we can… it involves a lot of other people. But it ended with us like beating the shit out of each other so it definitely took a turn for the worst.”

“that’s an understatement.” Steve mumbled as he pulled another one, “which one of us is the most successful? Oh wait I think it was your turn to ask the question.”

Bucky shrugged, “it doesn’t matter.” He thought for a moment, “I think we’re pretty even. I definitely got more success like earlier on in life but at our stage right now… we’re pretty damn even.”

“I mean you make more money.” Steve countered lightly.

Bucky nodded slightly and ran a finger over his lip in thought, “yeah… but we both have a stable job, a good relationship, we’re happy with what we do and where we are in life. We’re doing good for ourselves man. Go us.”

Steve laughed and held his hand up for a high five, “hell yeah we are.” Bucky reached across the table and smacked his hand. The two laughed as Bucky pulled a new card

“Share the most mortifying memory you have of me.” Bucky said with a grimace.

Steve sighed, “I’ll answer this but I haven’t had anything to drink man. Let’s take 2 shots.”

Bucky laughed, “I am so unbelievably down.” The two knocked back four shots of alcohol before Steve went back to the question.

“I mean you once stumbled into our dorm room at maybe… 5 am still ‘drunk’ and you were only wearing your boxers and a pair of crocs that weren’t yours. And I was trying to get you into bed and you literally passed out and I was so scared I didn’t know what to do.”

Bucky winced, “was that the night I was accidentally drugged?”

Steve nodded solemnly, “yeah…”

[seriously?]

Bucky nodded, “this guy at a party tried to drug a girl’s drink but I ended up accidentally taking her drink instead of my own so I got drugged. I made it back to our dorms -- thank god -- and then Steve had to deal with that.”

Steve sighed, “yeah that was terrifying. I called the RA explaining what happened and he got mad as us because he just assumed Bucky was shitfaced. And then like thirty minutes after he passed out, he woke up but was still acting like he was drunk. So our other roommate and I ended up having to take you to the hospital. I feel like I just knew something was wrong.”

“I feel like I’ve said thank you for that but… thanks man.” Steve nodded. Bucky continued, “Honestly, I’m just happy it didn’t happen to the girl. Because like even though it was scary, I ended up okay and I don’t want to know what the other possible outcome of that night was…”

Steve shivered, “anyways… moving on. Finish this line with me, I’m most scared of…”

Bucky smiled, “mind control.”

[what?]

Bucky laughed, “oh yeah this tall and muscly dude over here is scared of mind control.”

Steve shuddered, “that shit freaks me out. Like all that stuff in movies… bleh. Imagine like having no control over your actions and just doing what other people tell you to do. That sounds horrible.”

Bucky sniggered, “you know that isn’t real, right?”

Steve rolled his eyes, “technically yes but we also have no idea that something like that isn’t out in the world right now. I’ve heard of plenty of things like brainwashing and stuff.

Bucky shook his head, “not quite mind control but whatever. Next question: have you ever disliked someone I dated?”

Steve pulled his lips between his teeth for a moment, “I’m gonna take a shot.”

Bucky laughed, “I mean I know who you didn’t like. No one liked her.”

“I’m gonna take a shot” Steve repeated.

Bucky’s eyes widened, “was it not just Dot? were there more girls you didn’t like?”

Steve shrugged, “I’m just gonna take a shot.” He knocked back the drink eaisly

Bucky shook his head with a slight annoyance, “dick.”

Steve wiped his mouth, “I mean in comparison to y/n they’re all trash and I hate all of them.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, “I mean me too but that wasn’t the question!”

Steve raised his hands in defense, gesturing towards the empty shot glass. “hey, I took the shot!” He quickly grabbed a new card to further the game along, “If you had to eat one part of my body, what would it be?”

Bucky sighed, really confused and slightly disturbed by this question. “I don’t know…?” He drawled. “Like a finger or toe? Nothing too big or important.”

Steve laughed and gave him a smile, “you know… I appreciate that.”

Bucky grabbed the next card, “alright. Oh man… I don’t want to ask this. Can I take a shot instead of ask it?”

[2 shots]

Bucky pointed to the man off camera, “I will take that deal”

Steve smirked, “what was it?” He reached over to grab the card and skim it quickly. He snorted slightly, “smart choice.”

“okay my turn.” Steve read the new one, “have you ever caught me masturbating or having sex?”

Bucky shook his head, “not masturbating. I think I heard you and Sharon one time.”

Steve furrowed his brows, confused. “me and Sharon never…”

Bucky’s eyes widened in a surprised shock, “what? Really? Oh then I heard you and someone but never liked walked in on which is honestly surprising because we lived together for like 5 years and through college.” Steve nodded in agreement.

“if I killed somebody would you help me cover up the body?”

Steve didn’t even hesitate, “for sure! I don’t know how good I would be at helping but I’d help.”

Bucky smiled and pumped a fist, “that’s friendship right there! Though I might ask Natasha over you.”

Steve agreed, “yeah that’s a smart choice. I’d probably get us caught.”

Steve read the card quickly and shook his head in exasperation, “let’s take another shot before this question.” He gulped back the shot with a slight grimace, “what would it take for us to have sex?”

Bucky grimaced, “I’m gonna take another shot after that question.” He studied Steve for a second, “I mean not much look at him.” That caused everyone behind the camera to laugh. Bucky continued with a smile, “No I’m joking, it would take a lot. I mean first, we’d both have to be single so that would already be a hard obstacle. Then probably like a solid amount of money.”

Steve raised his brow, “really? Like how much?”

Bucky shrugged, “I don’t know… enough to pay for most things that I’ll need for the rest of my life.”

“okay so like an absurd amount.”

Bucky nodded aggressively, “yeah…” Bucky groaned as he read the next card, “sit on my lap and stare into my eyes intimately or take a shot.”

“okay so here’s the thing.” Steve started to explain, “I would do that really easily but I also just really don’t want to right now? You know?” Steve continued on despite the agreement from Bucky, “Like if I was a tad drunker than I probably would but we’re both dating someone and-”

Bucky laughed, “just take the shot. Pour me one too.”

Steve pulled the next question, “do you love me. If yes, say it or take a shot.”

Bucky smiled, “of course I love you, you’re my best friend.”

Steve smiled back at him, “aww thanks man. I love you too!”

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #350

“let’s play a love game, play a love game  /  do you want love, or you want fame?  /  are you in the game?”

Who was your first good kiss with? Jason. Would you kiss this person again? I know I fucking would and I hate it more than I could possibly express. Name something that is on your bedroom wall? Lots of artwork, mostly of meerkats. What accessory do you want in your bedroom? I need another desk to put stuff on. If you could paint your walls any color what would it be? Something pastel. Maybe like, peach. Soft and warm and would really bring light to the room. What does your phone case look like? It's just this boring purple one that came with the phone. What do you take the most pictures of? My camera roll says my pets, hahaha. What is the point of Twitter for you? Liking Mark's shit lmao. What does your planner look like? I don’t have one. If you get into an argument what is it usually about? My anxiety, I think. What are you always in the mood for? Ummm probably a car ride where I can control the music in the passenger seat. It is very, very rare I'll turn that opportunity down. What’s the last emergency you dealt with? I don't really know; I'm thankfully not in these situations very much, especially when you're cooped up at home. I probably haven't been actually engaged in an emergency since I had to call 911 for my mom before she found out about her cancer. She was basically immobile from agony in her abdomen. Do you have a son? I'm perfectly happy without a son, or kids period. Are you married? No. Have you ever worn a suit? I haven't. Have you ever had to call 911? Twice for Mom. How many keys are on your key-ring? Just one for the house. What’s the last thing you created? An RP post would count as art creation, I'd say. Who are your closest friends? Sara, Girt, and uh... Well, they might be it as far as friends I consider truly close to me. I have a few other people I consider good friends, but we're just not like... on that "close" level, you know? Lisa is maybe another, and Lyndsey perhaps, both WoW friends. Are you ready to have a family? I hate that "have a family" tends to mean get married and have kids, which I'm guessing is what you're implying. If that's the case, no, given I don't want kids and am not fit to get married right now. I'm not even with anyone. I'm content right now with just living with my mom and my two pets, who are children well enough to me. Have you ever taken a DNA test? No. Do you have a family cemetery? No. Would you say you have a high sex drive or not so much? *shrugs* I think it's pretty normal. How do you feel about swallowing pills? What do you mean how do I "feel" about it? I just do it if I need to. What animal is the scariest in your opinion? Some kind of bug, probably. Giant centipedes creep me the fuck out, for one, and I've heard their bite is incredibly painful. I've also always been very afraid of Australia's funnel web spiders since watching some show on Animal Planet when I was younger; I think it scarred me for life, aha. And let's not forget the murder hornets. No thnx, rather die. :') Have you ever questioned your sanity? Way more than once, my friend. How do you feel about people wearing fur coats? Are you for or against it? I am VIOLENTLY against it unless it is for survival in extreme climates and you don't have access to other material. That aside, there is NO way you could possibly convince me that it's okay to wear the fur of something once living on yourself for ~fashion~. What’s the worst thing a friend has either done or said to you? Let's not go here. What’s fake about you? Like extensions, fake nails, botox etc. Nothing. If you got the chance, would you audition for a reality show? No. Have you ever gotten into a Facebook fight? Haha, yeah. Favorite flavor of jelly bean? Probably watermelon or strawberry. I'm not a massive jellybean fan. Do you use Tinder? If yes, have you ever met up with someone you matched? I've never tried it, no. What book/movie has made you cry the hardest? Either The Notebook or Titanic. Something you feared as a kid but don’t anymore? Thunderstorms. What’s your skincare routine? I don't really have one. Just wash it with water in the shower and then use a washcloth when I feel the need. Would you rather have a snake or a tarantula as a pet? I want both, but I prefer snakes. What is something you are NOT looking forward to? I both am and am not looking forward to my second Covid vaccine because it's notoriously worse than the first; the only bright side to it is that after the potential side effects blow over, I'm job hunting. What do you usually do right when you wake up? Check the time on my phone. Would you rather eat your pizza cold or hot? Hot, but I like both. Who taught you how to swim? Dad, I think? Can you do push-ups? No. Do you like Doritos? Yesssss. Who is the closest friend that you live by? I don't know. Have you ever banged your head against something? I've had two concussions before, so, y'know. Have you ever jumped on a trampoline? Yeah, I loved that as a kid. Do you like watching scary movies? Yeah. Has anyone ever told you that you have a big butt? No, considering I have like no ass, rip. Has one of your friends ever tried to "hook you up?" Ugh, yes. Do you prefer landmarks or street names when being given directions? Landmarks, by a mile. Although, I'm super bad with directions, so it probably wouldn't really matter much. Do you read the prologues in the beginnings of books? Yeah, you got to. Does your house have more than one fireplace? No. What was your favourite gym class moment? The one and only thing I liked about gym as a kid was when you took one of those rainbow tarps and made like, an air bubble underneath to make this awesome dome everyone sat in. Ya missed out if you didn't do that. Do you think that ocean boardwalks are fun? Yeah. Do you dread when people ask you to sign their yearbooks? Not at all; I was always flattered, knowing they cared enough to want mine. Apple Jacks: yay or nay? I looove those. Do you have a favorite Scooby-Doo movie? Haha yeah, I think it's the second one? Such iconic scenes. It's the one with the Mary Jane girl that Shaggy liked... oh, jokes that went over your head as a kid. Who were your last 3 Facebook messages from and what do they say? I'm too lazy to list the convos themselves, but the people involved are my friends Chelsea and Ian, as well as a friend's mother. Do you turn your phone off at night when you go to sleep? No. It's always on vibrate, and I just turn the brightness way down. What is the sexual orientation of the last person you talked to? She's straight. What’s your favourite hairstyle on the opposite sex? Don't you fucking dare laugh, emo hair is A++. Has anyone ever played a prank on you? What happened? Not a big one, no. Do you like the Silent Hill movies? Do I?! I love the first one (though for a while I wasn't very happy they swapped the lead role from Harry to his wife), and while the second is literal trash story-wise and it's ALL over the damn place, I still enjoy it with just how much I adore SH as a whole. What movie scared you the most out of any other movies? The Rite, because the concept of being raped and impregnated by a demon is fucking horrifying to me. Have you ever wanted to be on American Idol? When was this? Nah. Name 5 things you don’t believe in. 1.) "Everything happens for a reason;" 2.) karma; 3.) destiny/fate; 4.) psychics, fortune tellers, all that; and 5.) luck, at least in the sense of someone having set "good" or "bad" luck. If you could have any friend that you’ve lost back, who would you pick? Probably Megan. If you have pets, who normally puts food and water in their dish? Me for both of them. Do you organize the pictures on your computer into different folders or are they all just under “My Pictures”? I have folders. Do you think if someone is in a relationship, that it is acceptable to have sleepovers with other people of their preferred sex? Eh, nah, that feels a bit far to me. I am very firmly for friends still being able to hang out even if they're each other's preferred gender, but a sleepover sounds a bit too intimate, even without sharing a bed. Would you shoot a gun if given the chance? If you’ve shot a gun before, how many different types of guns have you shot? No. I'm very intimidated by guns and nearly shook when I merely handed a friend his (not for anything bad, he just carried it with him when he goes out), and I've got noooo plans of holding one again unless my life depends on it. Do you feel uncomfortable sharing things like artwork or poetry you’ve written? Is it because you don’t think it’s good enough to show off or because it’s too personal? You. Have. Zero. Idea. It's for both reasons, and it's far more severe in person. Online, I actually don't mind much, oddly enough... I can't quite pin down why. Do you have any siblings you absolutely despise? Why do you despise them? No. Do knives scare you? Is it from watching scary movies? Knives scare me like five times more than guns. Scary movies have nothing to do with it, though. They're just so sharp and the idea of being stabbed by one is terrifying. As someone with a history of self-mutilation too (not with knives, but I've thought about it and once planned to slit my throat with one, but Mom stopped me), they just make me incredibly uncomfortable to the point I can barely hold a "real" knife to just slice food. Have you ever climbed a chain-link fence? Many times. What is your LEAST favorite Disney animated movie? That I've seen, uhhhhh... I don't know man, there are way too many Disney movies lmao. Who was the last person’s house you went to besides your own? My sister's. On YouTube, who are two people you find hilarious? I'm just counting GameGrumps as one, and then you can't forget Shane Dawson, regardless of the controversy. He probably made me laugh more than any other YouTuber. Do you shave your pits? Yeah. Do you know anyone who has been on life support, and survived? I don't think so. Besides the USA, what is your favorite country? I'm not nearly informed enough about foreign countries' politics and laws and mannerisms to have a favorite. Would you rather go to Europe or Asia? Europe. Would you rather go to Africa or Australia? Africa. Would you rather go to Mexico or Canada? Canada. Do you think emo/scene hair is attractive? I love emo and scene hair, don't @ me, it's cute as fuck. Have you ever seen a ghost orb picture? Lots, actually, at one of my old houses that I totally know was haunted. Do you think abortion should be illegal? NO. You would NOT end abortions. You would end SAFE abortions. Do any of your pets have strange habits? Explain? Venus, my ball python, is extremely odd with food to the point I sometimes worry about her, but she's always been this way and is healthy, so I guess it's nothing really worth fretting over. Anyway, when I place her rat in her terrarium, she gets excited first and will pretty much frantically examine her surroundings, like slithering around everywhere, and even when she has clearly found the rat (she'll even prod it with her snout), she usually won't immediately eat. She just like... sits there and has to continue to verify for ten minutes that it's food. I know it's thawed perfectly, btw. So anyway, THAT'S weird... As for Roman, dear god, that cat's just weird, lmao. Especially in the morning, he's very hyper and will bolt around the house sometimes, he "plays" with nothing all the time, he "meerkat"s at nothing that I can nothing, etc. etc. etc. He's a weirdo lol. Have you ever told an extremely inappropriate joke? Oh god, I said something really inapprops once when my friend Chelsea startled me. I won't be repeating it lmao. Who in life have you felt the strongest need to protect? Sara, I think. Who have you most feared in your life? My dad. He doesn't scare me anymore, but he did. What was the quickest friendship you ever made? Oh idk. What is the worst word anyone ever used to describe you? "Martyr." And not the kind that dies for their beliefs. It hurt me so badly to know someone thought of me that way, and I'll probably never let it go. If you have any pets, were they adopted from the humane society? No. Roman is one of the billion kittens born to the cats my sister's in-laws have, and Venus is from a ball python breeding business in Florida called The Gourmet Rodent (they sell f/t rodents too, obvs) Do you like home design, like picking out paint colors and furniture? Not really. My grandmother though, whew, that was her calling for sure. Have you seen any of the old James Bond movies? Nope. List all of your features that you have ever gotten compliments on: My hair, my eyes, my tattoos, my hands, I think my nose, my dimples, my smile, and my boobs lmao. Have you ever been in a hot air balloon? And if not, would you ever want to go in one? I haven't. I think it'd be kinda cool, but they seem too easy to fall out of, and I'm afraid of heights. I'd probably go in one if given the opportunity. Do you have any stains on your shirt currently? No, but there are two small rips. It's just an old tank top. Do you listen to local bands? No. Not that I'm opposed, I just don't know of any I really enjoy. Do you watch YouTube videos often? Many, many daily. Do your parents fight? Do they even talk at all? They're divorced; they used to fight a lot when they were together. Now they only talk if they have reason to. Have you ever watched a movie that's in a complete different language, so you had to read sub-titles? No. Do people with yellow teeth disgust you? Dude, fuck off, no. My teeth are kinda yellow, and I'm extremely self-conscious about it, so seriously fuck this question. You never know for sure why someone's teeth may seem yellowish. Do you drink alcohol on New Year’s Eve? Usually a drink or two. Do you wear rings? I always have two on, yeah. Are you hungry right now? No, I literally just ate a breakfast bowl. Have you ever tried smoking a cigarette? No; I haven't the slightest interest in doing so.

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(a/n: lmaoo i am deffo teen wolf trash rn! i think i’m especially trash for the hale pack? bc here’s a cuddling with boyd hc! i’m not gonna be stopped, i promise. also boyd deserved better and still to this day i refuse to believe that he died. - admin kat 🌙❣)

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Cuddling with Boyd Headcanons:

° hands down the big spoon 110% of the time. have you seen him? boii is tall and them arms? he’s so the big spoon, fight me on it.

° like his stature? he’s totally swallowing you in his hold.

° boyd loves to idly play with your fingers while you cuddle, it’s calming for him and gives himself something to focus on.

° all the forehead kisses galore!

° he grins into your hair and neck all the time, which makes you grin silly yourself.

° “why’re you smiling so damn much?”

° “because of you.”

° “me?”

° “isn’t that just what i said?”

° you’ve tried to be the big spoon before, but boyd just laughs at you, you can’t even put your arms around his waist properly. but he let’s you try to be the big spoon bc he knows it’ll hurt your feelings if he doesn’t let you.

° he totally get’s a dead arm every time you guys cuddle. you use his bicep as a pillow, he’s dedicated and will usually not move, but there’re rare - not so rare actually - occasions where he’ll flex the muscles in his arms and startle you awake. it makes him laugh. without a single word, he’ll pull his arm out from under your head and let you lay on his chest instead.

° he totally cuddles you without a shirt on. sometimes you cuddle him without a shirt on also. neither of you complain.

° boyd has this natural calm energy about him and whenever you’re with him, especially when you’re cuddling with him, his energy just rubs off on you. he always calms you down when you’re upset, angry, etc.

° he totally tickles you when you cuddle, pretending to bite your neck as you squirm in his grasp.

° after a fight has happened in beacon hills, he’ll come to you and cuddle you into his chest. he holds you extra tight bc he’s so protective of you. he’d be so hurt if anything were to happen to you.

° idk why i think this but on full moons you guys cuddle. you’re his anchor. just having you there, your presence, sight, scent, etc. just keeps him from turning. he’s so grateful for the fact that you have that affect on him. he never stops breathing the words “thank you” across your skin.

° he totally lets his hands wander when you guys kiss when you’re cuddling. you never ever seem to stop him so those times the cuddling leads to friskier activities.

° boyd is always comfortable around you, he’s always been that way from the beginning, even though he’s been a loner for most of his life and never really had many friends or dating experience. he swears you guys are soulmates of some sort.

° you guys will always tell funny stories from when you were younger with one another when you’re cuddling, and you laugh like  a  l o t !

° but you know what? even boyd feels vulnerable. especially when he feels a lot of guilt about his younger sister. he buries his face in your chest and wraps his arms around your waist. you hold him on days like that, so tightly that you tell him it’s you taking away his sadness. he pulls a soft smile when you say that.

° “what’re you doing? you know i can’t breathe, right?”

° “i’m just taking away your sadness.”

° “you know i love you, right?”

° “right.”

° he always tells you how beautiful/handsome you are when you’re cuddling along with how lucky he is to have you. you really take this mans breath away.

° he’s usually late to his training with derek because he’s cuddling with you. isaac rips into him about it, which is usually when boyd loses a bit of his cool, eyes glowing amber bc if lahey utters one more sexual innuendo he swears to god he’ll smash that boys head into the wall. erica and cora join in on teasing boyd too!

° when you both are watching movies at his house, you’re laying in between his legs, your back against his chest. he’s got his hands linked in yours and he swears he loves those moments the most. he get’s embarrassed when his grandpa starts teasing you guys, calling you love birds and all.

° boyd falls asleep 100% of the time, which doesn’t really bother you. it only becomes a problem when you’re the one having to wake him up otherwise he’ll be late for training sessions or pack meetings. he pretends to stay asleep for longer just to mess with you.

° he’ll totally sneak up on you from behind, wrap his arms around your waist, lift you up in the air and throw you over his shoulder before gently flopping onto his bed with you on his chest. there’s a sigh of relief that emits from him then and you can’t help but giggle every time he does it.

° you nuzzle your face into his chest all the time, especially when you’re extremely comfy.

° tangled legs are a must. if not, boyd throws his legs over yours instantly. it’s the only way he ever get’s comfortable.

° serious deep talks ensue when you cuddle with boyd. he’s an open book with you because he trusts you with his life. he hopes you feel the same for him. he never pressures you to talk about anything you don’t want to. he’s game for lighthearted talks too.

° plays with your hair constantly, even when he falls asleep. it’s just natural for him to do it. so there’s never any chance for you to nudge or beg for him to keep playing with your hair.

° “you’re literally my rock, you know that?”

° “you’re a big cheesy doofus.”

° “thanks, i appreciate that.”

° “i mean it with the mushiest of intents!”

° “sure, sure.”

° naked cuddling happens a lot bc why the hell not!

° you always trace the muscles of his arms or the veins and he shivers in delight, it really soothes him.

° he lays his head in your lap all the time, keeps his eyes closed and nuzzles into your belly only for you to start lovingly stroke the skin on his neck and back. he  m e l t s  when you do that!

° you guys totally kiss each others knuckles when you cuddle, it’s a habit now. but the cutest of habits.

° you guys always having music playing in the background when you’re cuddling and his fingers tap along to the beat on your skin softly. it’s usually really chilled out music playing, like slowed down versions of songs.

° also boyd’s an amazing singer? he’ll sing you to sleep when you’re cuddling. this is usually saved for when you’ve had a bad day though. he always puts you out with his voice, it’s velvety but also kinda husky and just so- so damn beautiful!

° sometimes you guys play fight and it just naturally leads to boyd wrapping his arms around you tightly, but not enough to hurt you or constrict your breathing in anyway. he says he won’t let go unless you tap out. you never do tap out, so he eventually loosens his grip and kisses the crown of your head.

° you’re both obsessed with listening to the others heartbeats. you guys always fall asleep with one of your guys’s heads on the others chest. boyd’s grandpa has walked in on you guys and started laughing, which wakes you both up and makes you flustered.

° doesn’t really cuddle with you around other people, like the pack. he will at his house when his gramps is around though. it’ll take him awhile to get comfortable enough to start cuddling you in front of his packmates.

° will rest his stinky feet on your lap and tell you to massage them. you pull a grossed out face before he laughs and pulls you on top of him to cuddle you bc honestly, he was just messing with you anyway.

° if you have a stuffed animal, you’ve totally woken up during cuddle sessions to witness boyd cuddling it. you took a picture and threatened to use it as black mail. but it’s okay bc he’s got tons of embarrassing pictures of you too so two can play at that game.

° boyd randomly presses his forehead against yours. sometimes he’ll say sweet things and other times you’ll open your eyes and he’s pulling a dumb face or says some of the weirdest things ever.

° “remind me again why i love you?”

° “because i’m genuinely the best boyfriend ever?”

° you guys have some of the most spontaneous cuddles ever.

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Bad For You 5/28

Pairing: Howie Stark x Reader

Warning: Fuckboy manners. Violence. Reader gets cheated on. Language. Lies. Flirting. Cattiness. Arguing. A few slaps. Sassiness. Slutty boys. Frat Boy bullshit.

A/N: College AU. For my sister, cause I finally gave in. Haha.

Posting: Tuesday. Thursday. Saturday.

“You don’t know me like that.” “Mmm bet I do, baby girl. You want a bad boy who will be good for only you. I’m that guy. Like I want a good girl who’s bad for only me. That’s you, baby girl.”

Howie Stark made one hell of an impression. It started off with mistaken identity. A hand on your ass, your hand across his cheek. What should have pissed him off, set him off differently. Howie Stark is enticed by you and you are so fucked. Bad boy, never afraid of a fight, such a smooth talker, womanizer, and always on your mind. It just wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right, you have a boyfriend. Howie’s making everything’s a little blurry. You’re a little cynical and bad boys just aren’t your type. Or could that change with a flash of Howie’s crooked grin?

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She slips into the seat across from him. Slipping out of her rain jacket, shaking out her hair. His eyes move over her greedily, it’d been two days since he saw her last. When she called him Tempest and walked away. 

She wore ripped skinny jeans, and a loose long sleeve shirt with a wide neckline. Simple as fuck and yet damn she looked too good. She pulls out her book, notebook and the assignment.

“Ready?” She looks up at him.

“Always.” He flashes a grin at her. She rolls her eyes and carries on.

“So part of it, we have to explain our views on the story.” She nods, reading off the paper. “That’s easy. You’re a moron and it’s trash.” She shrugs.

“Ouch.” Howie grins. “Are you having a bad afternoon? Just mean right off the bat.” He chuckles.

“Come on Howie.” She laughs.

Holy fuck, that sound. He grins at her. The sound of his name, her laugh, god damn.

“It’s literally a story about a bunch of guys fighting for power and revenge, with a side note of bullshit fuck boy lust.” Her head tips softly, sending her hair over her shoulder.

“Why’s it bullshit fuck boy love?” He folds his arms over his chest, leaning back in his chair.

“Seriously? They lock eyes and are what in love? It doesn’t work like that.” She rolls her eyes. 

“You sure about that?” He smirks. “Love at first sight can happen. Maybe even ass grab.” He chuckles.

“Leave my ass out of this.” She points a finger at him, but she can’t resist the smile forming on her lips. “Love doesn’t work like that. It takes work, and dedication, real passion, and knowing the fucking persons name!” Her voice gets loud towards the end. He laughs, leaning forward putting a hand over her mouth as she laughs.

“Damn girl, you’re loud.” He looks around, chuckling. Licking his lips he looks back at her. His hand over her mouth, she pops a shoulder, he could feel the smirk on her lips against his hand. “You going to be quiet?” He asks, lifting a brow, grinning. She rolls her eyes in a sassy manner, before she nods. “Going to get us into trouble, baby girl.” He shakes his head, settling into his seat.

“What, the Screw Crew doesn’t like trouble?” She snorts, pulling out a bottle of water from her bag. “That’s not what I’ve heard.” She quips before taking a drink.

“You asking about us? Or just me?” He wonders with a smirk, picking up his energy drink.

“Now why would I go inflate that ego of yours?” She smirks. “So am I putting down you’re a moron and the stories trash?” She grins.

“I’ll argue you with you, but you have to keep quiet or we’re not going to get far with my hand over your mouth.” He smirks shrugging. 

Her mouth opens for a moment, but closes, pressing her lips together. She gives her attention to the assignment sheet in front of her. Clearly deciding to not respond with whatever came to mind.

“Shall we argue then?” She lifts a brow, leaning in on her elbows on the table. God damn, she is something else. He grins at her.

“My turn baby girl.” He leans in, his arms folded on the table top. She rolls her eyes, but color rushes to her cheeks. “It’s a classic. Revenge, power, betrayal, and love. It’s the classic of every movie and book.” He points out. “War and power, how can that be trash?” He lifts a brow.

“It’s a bunch of guys having a dick contest.” She shakes her head. He drops his head, chuckling.

“I think this is the most someone has said dick in front of me.” Looking up at her again.

“Really?” She lifts a brow. “I would assume that crew of yours would constantly be talking about dick.” She smirks.

“If you want to talk about my dick, you’re going to have to try harder.” He retorts.

“Christ.” She drops her head, her hand slips into her hair. “Moving on to the next question.” She looks back at the paper. 

“You better not write it’s trash.” He points at her.

“I’m not.” She smirks. “Just that you think it’s a bullshit, cliché, classic.” She snorts.

“Hey, give me that. No you clearly can’t be trusted with the answers.” He takes the sheet of paper and her pen.

“Someone has control issues.” She comments, smirking. His eyes slip up to her from the paper he’s writing on. He just winks at her, instead of answering.

They’re three questions in, when her phone sitting on the table begins to buzz. Over and over. He lifts his brow looking down at her phone. She sighs, flipping it over, checking the screen. She shifts, flipping it back over without answering. She tucks her hair behind her ear, chewing the inside of her cheek.

“Something wrong?” He asks.

“Just, ah. Harry.” She shrugs.

“He doesn’t know you’re here.” He nods, picking up what she wasn’t saying.

“I don’t need to tell him. He’s not my father, it’s not like I’m doing anything wrong.” She shrugs, looking annoyed.

“But he’s not happy.” He nods.

“Someone sent him photos of us.” She sighs.

“Really?” He grins.

She smirks, picking up her phone. She unlocks it and opens the texts, turning it around for him to see. Indeed three photos. One with his hand over her mouth, grinning at her. The other both of them are laughing, and the third one she’s got that bottom lip of hers trapped between her teeth and he’s got a smug grin on his mouth.

“Damn who knew we’d be such a topic.” He chuckles, she locks the phone and shoves it into her bag.

“Well Screw Crew is high topic of gossip.” She laughs.

“Come on.” He closes his book, putting the papers into his bag as well.

“Where?” She laughs.

“Let’s really give them something to talk about.” He grins, pulling on his leather jacket. 

She hesitates for a moment, but hurries into her jacket and shoves her things into her bag. He stands putting out his hand for hers. She looks from him to his hand, dropping her hand in his. He pulls her up and together they hurry down the stairs and across the main lobby of the library, and out the doors into the rain.

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