#yes i know i complain about this a lot but it is a hill i will die on

[ishikawayukis]

not everything needs to be a romance even if you think there are romantic undertones like please if you want a romance that badly go watch a romantic show

[iwannascreameurekaa]

"if it's okay for poc to be cast as originally white characters then why can't we cast white people for poc characters"

Great question I have a wonderful answer for you

to start this is about a post I saw about Leah playing Annabeth Chase in the Percy Jackson show. Someone in the comment section was complaining about it and saying that they think a white person should be casted for Hazel if there's ever a live action heros of Olympus. This person claimed that if race has no meaning when casting a black perosn for Annabeth, then why would it matter for Hazel?

here's where this person is so incredibly wrong that it confuses me on what their brain is used for if not to make a complete thought. Hazels race was one of the most important things about her backstory

Hazel was a woc in there 1940s she went to a school for colored children. She legit experienced segregation. The whole reason that she had a connection to Leo is because she went to school with his grandfather sammy and the only reason she knew sammy was because of that school for colored children. Just that is enough to tell her that yes her race does in fact have a meaning and isn't something you should change

then the person in the comment section started talking about Frank.. then Leo and then piper. Basically they ranted on and on about any poc character

Let's start with Leo now. I'm bringing back the hazel point because again the only reason that he and Hazel had a funky connection at the beginning of moa is because of that school for colored children. Leo's Hispanic heritage is also important when concerning how his life with his mother was up till he died. One of the reasons he ran away from his aunts house was because she was religious and constantly called him the devil.

what about Frank? Well his Chinese heritage connected him to Poseidon which made him related to Percy which isn't massively important but you know it's a plot point so I see no point in getting rid of it

and piper? One of the first things we find out about piper is that she is bullied for being cherokee. The FIRST thing we see of piper interacting with characters besides Jason and Leo is her experiencing racism. It is insane that some people think that's just a thing that could be thrown away. Her Cherokee heritage also relates to her main character development in the trials of Apollo and lots of her "wisdom" is old cherokee stories her grandpa would tell her

and tell me one fucking moment in the series where Percy or Jason's race was important. Other than them being Greek/roman because they're all Greek and Roman so shut up

oh but since everyone's complaining about Annabeth being black in the show that must mean that her being white in the books is SOOOOO important

... it's not. In fact she's literally 1000x tanner than most of y'all depict her in the "canon" fanart so... yeah. And those of y'all saying "what about her being blonde that's her main character thing blah blah blah" I'm sorry is this the 2000s??? Blondes being dumb is a horribly outdated stereotype that is only ever used in a joking manner now back when the lightning thief was written in was a thing used against blonde women but now it isn't.

You know a certain group that is targeted and deemed dumb because of how they look? People of color, specifying black women.

Annabeth Chase being black is probably one of the best casting decisions ever, and I say this knowing that race wasn't the main thing when casting. Leah is the perfect person to play Annabeth and I will die on that hill. She has the script determination and the emotional range that makes her the perfect candidate for Annabeth.

If Annabeth Chase were real she would love Leah and she would hate you all for saying Leah isn't her.

Rant ended. Get your heads out of your asses before you say more racist shit.

[seat-safety-switch]

"Woo! Fall break!" screamed the co-eds, who then put bulky layers of sweaters and coats on.

Yes indeed, it was the glorious fall break, where students come home from their classes and start thinking about potpourri mixes. Where I live is a college town, and around this time of year, it empties out pretty damn fast. My commute immediately improves. Since I'm no longer having to drive around unicyclists, solar-powered hippie cars, or expensive Mercedes that have shit their cylinder liners onto the tarmac, I can even sleep in.

When I was younger, I used to be a real big asshole about fall break. I would go around complaining about how it was inferior to spring break, and how there was no need to have a break so close after starting classes. One night, I was confronted in my dreams by three ghosts, but that story is boring and I've told it at parties enough times to have worn out the fundamentals. Long story short, I will never take fall break for granted again, and I also learned a lot about how fast a porta-potty can slide down an icy hill.

Not everything is great about the holiday, though. The stores have converted their entire inventory into "pumpkin spice" variants of the same product. It was fun for a year or two, but now it's just infuriating having to dig through stacks of pumpkin spice non-milk milk in order to get to the old stuff that's left way in the back of the shelves.

By far, though, the worst part is the cult. You know, that group of hooded folks with twisted daggers who revere the harvest. They get downright mopey, after they realize (just like every year, Carl) that they sacrificed a bunch of college kids to the crops in exchange for a sub-one-percent boost in apple production, absolute tops. Agriculture just does not work that way, and it's hard to get together with your kooky murder friends when there's two feet of snow in the cornfields.

[unfortunate17]

Do you have any 🌶️ Wilmon headcanons?

Yes I do, but again nothing super specific!!

Also I know that this topic tends to piss people off, so if you’re sensitive about it, this is your warning not to proceed 🫵

At the core of Wilmon’s sexual dynamic, is the way they make each other feel (obv Saf 🙄).

I think Wille is one of the few people on the planet that Simon feels entirely safe with, so he tends to expose his most unguarded, vulnerable self with him. Like Simon’s not the clingiest person on a day to day basis, but in bed he just wants to be held and taken care of and loved. I’ll die on the hill that Simon has a praise kink. He also trusts Wille completely to give him exactly what he wants. He for sure likes getting manhandled/tossed around if the number of times Wille just casually lifts him means anything 🙂‍↕️ And honestly, as he should, Simon knows he has a man he can trust and would do anything for him and he’s going to make full use of him.

On the other hand, I think Wille’s a lot more unsure about a lot of things in his day to day life - his place in the world, who he is, what he wants, etc., but seeing Simon melt in his arms inspires a sort of quiet confidence in him. It’s not an accident that he’s “in charge” in most of the intimate scenes we see in canon -> seeing Simon happy, being secure in their relationship and feelings, makes Wille feel good about himself, like he’s doing something right. I know he’s smug about how he has a normally collected & self assured Simon speechless and stuttering even though Simon always rolls his eyes at him for it 😭

TBH the only time Wille is hesitant/unsure in bed is when him & Simon are fighting or if he doesn’t feel secure in their love. Sex is definitely a comfort thing for both of them too, even when they’re fighting, and half the time Wille knows an argument is over bc Simon just crawls into his lap.

If we’re talking nitty gritty specifics:

- As I’ve stated, Simon’s clingier in bed

- I can’t even make anything up about their fave position bc it is so obviously Simon riding Wille 😭 ty for this knowledge Lisa it keeps me up at night 🤝

- They’re phone sex enthusiasts and Simon is a lot better at it than Wille (Wille can’t always see him properly when they do this so he gets hung up on that sometimes), but Wille is getting better!! And Simon’s obsessed with him so it’s not too much of an issue

- Wille likes to LOOK 👀. Simon on the other hand likes to hear Wille talk in his ear when they’re doing it bc Wille has a way of making even the cutest things sound downright filthy 🤗

- Simon’s obsessed with Wille’s hair

- Overall I think they’re relatively vanilla, but I can see overstimulation being a thing that Simon is super into, and Wille’s def not gonna complain about making Simon come over & over again 🤷‍♀️

[mxltifxnd0m]

hotter than fire  ࿔ s. stilinski

summary: a heat wave has hit beacon hills and the pack spends a day at lydia's pool

pairings: stiles stilinski x reader, stiles stilinski x fem! reader

word count: 2.7K

warnings: no use of y/n, fluff, kissing/making out, one mention of sex

a/n: RAHH this fic took a little longer than anticipated bc writers block is a bitch and i had to rewrite the beginning bc i hated it :) but the title is a lyric from west coast by lana del rey!

please be sure to comment and reblog! it helps out a lot and i love seeing your thoughts on the fic!!

𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

The cool July night air brought little reprieve to your sticky skin as you sat on the edge of Lydia's pool, staring into the illuminated pool. You snuck out of the dark living room as the rest of the pack was watching a random movie that Lydia had on DVD, wanting to take a breather to yourself. As much as you loved hanging out with your friends, you wanted a little time to yourself since today was a little overstimulating. Living in the middle of Northern California wasn't any fun when a heat wave struck. 

The humidity made everything feel damp and made you want to crawl out of your skin. All you wanted to do was cease to exist when one of the worst heat waves hit Beacon Hills. Each time you went outside, it was like stepping into one of the circles of hell, and your only saving grace was the A/C that was on blast in your house. 

The last thing you wanted to deal with after the shitshow that was Beacon Hills' problem with the supernatural was the heat. But as fate would have it, the A/C in your house had broken in the morning. Your parents were on a business trip, so you were left home alone with no working A/C, and the only thing that was keeping you cool was the tile flooring of your kitchen and cold showers. 

Then Lydia, being your savior, invited everyone to a pool day. You had to ask if you could stay over with her for a few days until your parents came back and got someone to fix the A/C. Lydia asked her mom, and thankfully, she said yes. So when you arrived at her house, you had a duffle bag in one hand and some drinks in the other for the pool day. Since you were the first one at Lydia's house, you helped her get set up, like helping prep the snacks and making sure the inflatables that Lydia had in storage were blown up. 

The pack eventually showed up, and that's when the fun began for the six of you (Liam was busy, so he couldn't come to the pool day). You spent most of the day in and out of the water, but most of the time, you were in the cool water since you couldn't bear the heat. You had to force yourself to look away from Stiles at times because your eyes would always find him and study the freckles that covered the length of his back and some of his chest. Then, you would always catch Lydia giving you a knowing look and a sly smile as she sunbathed on one of the lounge chairs outside of the pool. But at different points in the day, you could have sworn you could feel a burning stare on you, but you never caught the culprit. 

As the sun fell, you guys eventually got out of the pool and rinsed off, either in the outdoor shower that Lydia had or in the bathrooms inside. You decided to take an actual shower since you couldn't stand the feel of chlorine lingering in your hair. Once you were done, you padded downstairs in some old boxers of your dad's and a plain blue baby tee that you would wear to sleep. You (heard) found the pack in the living room, crowded around the pizzas that you would later find out that Lydia's mom had ordered for the six of you.

The living room was filled with lively chatter as you guys ate, talking about the upcoming school year and complaining about the heat. A poll was going around about what movie you guys would watch as you finished the pizza. Once the movie was picked, you figured that popcorn wasn't going to be made by itself, so you volunteered to make it. As you got up, Stiles stood up along with you, and he sat across from you. 

You looked at him with a raised brow. 

He shrugged. "I figured you'll need help carrying the bags back." Stiles said as he wiped his hands on the back of his thighs. 

The creaking of the door that led to the backyard broke you out of your thoughts as you raised your head, resting on your knees from staring at the water, and turned your head to see Stiles sticking his head out of the door. His whiskey-colored eyes met yours as he made his way out of the house. You gave him a half smile, feeling your heartbeat pick up as he smiled back at you. 

You were grateful that he wasn't a werewolf or had enhanced hearing. You took in Stiles as he made his way over to you. He was wearing a red shirt and some black joggers he had changed into after the pool, and his hair was flat and sticking to his forehead since there wasn't any product in it. 

You untucked your knees from your chest and put your feet in the water. The cool water felt refreshing on your skin, the water coming up to your mid-calf. Stiles came to sit next to you, leaving only but a foot of space between the two of you, and he rolled his joggers to mirror you, putting his feet in the water. 

"Hi." Stiles greeted you as he turned to face you. 

You smiled at him as you looked at him. "Hey." 

He pursed his lips as he looked around for a brief moment and looked back at you. 

"So, uh. Nice weather we're having right?" 

You chuckled at his awkwardness. "Yeah, it is. If you minus the humidity, it's pretty alright." You said while nodding at him. 

A silence settled between you and Stiles. You leaned back on your hands as you let your head fall backward and looked up at the stars. They were out tonight, and they were scattered throughout the sky. Some weren't bright, and a few looked like they were planes, but the bright ones, they looked like they were twinkling. 

You let out a contented sigh. "The sky is pretty tonight." 

"Yeah," You heard Stiles clear his throat. "It is." He all but whispered, but you still heard him, even over the chirping of the crickets nearby. 

You felt the familiar burning stare you had felt earlier today as you swam, and you pulled your eyes away from the sky to find Stiles looking at you intently. As your eyes met his, Stiles seemed to snap out of his daze and averted his eyes back toward the water. You smirked to yourself as you sat back up. 

Suddenly, confidence filled your veins when you shuffled to sit closer to Stiles, your shoulders brushing against each other as you leaned forward and tried to catch Stiles's gaze, but it seemed that he was avoiding your eyes. You saw a faint red hue against his sun-kissed cheeks, his moles and freckles scattered throughout his face and neck as the glow from the pool light that illuminated his features. 

"Stiles." You called out to him. 

He looked at you slowly, his eyes timid as he licked his bottom lip nervously. Your eyes flickered down to his lips at his actions before they quickly snapped back to his eyes. 

"Were you staring at me instead of the sky?" You couldn't help but say with a teasing smirk dancing on your lips. 

You can see Stiles get visibly more flustered, the faint blush on his cheeks now spreading to his ears and neck. 

"Wh-what? Pff no." Stiles tried to deny it, but he wasn't convinced of himself either. 

You couldn't help but giggle and lean towards him. "If it makes you feel better, I liked that you were looking at me." 

Stiles's eyes widened slightly as he looked at you in disbelief. "Really?" He asked dumbly. 

"Mhm." You bit your bottom lip as you tried to contain the wide grin that threatened to appear on your face as you nodded at him. You noticed his eyes were blown out as they flitted down your lips before meeting your eyes. 

"Do you want to kiss me Stiles?" You asked boldly. 

It seemed that your question short-circuited him. "Huh?" Was the only thing he could respond with.

You huffed out a laugh through your nose. "I asked you if you wanted to kiss me." You said as you leaned even more toward him. At this point, your noses were touching, and your lips threatened to brush against his. 

You saw Stiles swallow thickly before nodding.

"Words, Stiles. I need words." You whispered. 

"I want to kiss you so badly." Stiles let the words fall out of his mouth, not even bothering to filter his words. 

You smirked as you brushed your lips against his before pulling back slightly. "You're gonna have to catch me first." You said before pulling back entirely from him and getting up from your place on the edge of the pool, the water sloshing around from the sudden movement. 

You laughed at the dumbfounded look on his face as you started to run through Lydia's big backyard. It seemed that the water lapping at Stiles's leg and your laugh broke him out of his stupor, and he immediately jumped into action. He quickly got up from his position and saw that you were on the opposite side of the pool from him, with a grin on your face. 

Stiles couldn't help but start smiling at your infectious smile and darted to the right, trying to get to you as fast as he could. You swiftly went in the opposite direction; now, this was the start of the cat-and-mouse game between the two of you. You ran in circles around the pool a couple of times, hiding behind the pillars that surrounded the pool if Stiles managed to get on the same side you were on, but you were slowly getting tired, so you decided when you were on the shorter end of the pool, you ran towards the doors. 

But before you could even make it to the steps of the awning that led to the doors of the backyard, you had forgotten that Stiles was taller than you and had a longer stride, so you squealed when you felt him grab your waist from behind and hoisted you in the air in his arms. He spun you guys around, Stiles and your joyous laughter filling the quiet night with a certain warmth and affection that could be only found in lovestruck teens. 

Stiles eventually stopped spinning and set you down, your back facing the pool as you guys were near the edge of it. His grip on you wasn't tight, but his hands never fell from your hips as you spun around and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. The both of you had identical breathless smiles on your faces as Stiles rested his forehead against yours. One of your hands moved to rest on the nape of his neck and played with the short hairs there as you stared at Stiles. 

His usual whiskey-colored eyes were blown out, and he only saw a sliver of his eye color. 

"I caught you." Stiles said as he calmed down, his chest heaving slightly. 

You smiled. "You did."

"Can I kiss you?" Stiles asked with a whisper. 

Instead of responding, you tilted your head and placed your lips on his. The kiss was hesitant, testing the waters as you felt the softness of Stiles's lips. It was short, but it still filled your veins with warmth as he pulled back from it. You opened your eyes, a soft smile on your lips. Stiles's eyes were filled with desire and something else, but you couldn't tell because he had all but slammed his lips against yours, pulling you into a passionate kiss. 

Stiles pulled you closer to him as one of his hands began to move and rest on your waist, the other moving higher to cup your cheek as he swiped at your bottom lip with his tongue. You couldn't help but let a soft noise leave the back of your throat as you tasted the salt and butter from the popcorn he was eating earlier as his tongue explored your mouth. You unconsciously tugged at Stiles's hair, making him groan loudly, sending a vibration through you and down to your core, feeling the warmth beginning to grow in your belly. 

Neither of you noticed, but Stiles was pushing the two of you backward, and before you knew it, the cold water of the pool enveloped the two of you. The two of you broke away from each other and quickly swam to the surface of the pool. Once you wiped the water from your eyes, you looked at Stiles with wide eyes before you started to chuckle. Then your chuckle turned into a full-blown laughing fit. Then you heard Stiles begin to join you in your hysterical laughter. 

Once you calmed down, you swam a short distance towards Stiles and wrapped your arms around his shoulders once again. He grabbed your waist before his hands slid down to your thighs and maneuvered you to wrap your legs around his waist. 

Both of you were still smiling widely at each other. You leaned down slightly to place your lips on Stiles's again. The change in scenery didn't stop you at all from kissing Stiles. You knew once you had kissed Stiles, it would be impossible to stop. You guys traded kisses ranging from passionate to slow ones as Stiles waded in the water. You guys lost yourselves in each other, time ceasing to exist as you ran your hands through Stiles's wet hair and Stiles's hands gripping your thighs firmly. 

Eventually, when you broke away for air, a slight breeze blew through the air, and a shiver racked your body. 

Stiles frowned. "We should probably get out before someone catches us making out in Lydia's pool." He joked slightly as he started to move you guys to the shallow end. 

"Too late!" You heard Lydia's voice echo throughout the backyard. 

The two of you both jumped, and your heads snapped to see Lydia standing a little ways away from the pool with her arms crossed and a smug smile on her face. You quickly escaped from Stiles's grip as the two of you got out of the pool. You both looked at her sheepishly. 

Lydia tossed you two spare towels that were on the lounge chair nearby. "Glad you two finally figured it out. But if you're staying over Stiles, keep the noise to a minimum please." She said before heading back inside. 

You saw out of the corner of your eye that Stiles rolled his eyes at Lydia but began drying off. You couldn't help but let out a little chuckle, making his head jerk towards you. 

"Something funny?" Stiles asked as he dried his hair with the towel. 

"Nope." You said as you toweled off as best as you could. 

Stiles wrapped his towel around his neck and took a step towards you. At this point, you weren't dripping wet, but your clothes still clung to you. His eyes roamed up and down your body, as he used his index finger to make you look at him. You could see the lust fill his eyes, and you placed a hand on his chest before he could take another step. 

"Down, boy." You said jokingly. "We'll have time for that later, besides I don't want to have sex in Lydia's house of all places." 

Stiles started to sputter. "Wh-what! What makes you think I wanted to have sex with you? No! I meant I do, but like-" 

You quickly silenced his ramblings with a quick kiss before pulling back. "I got it Stiles. Again, we'll have time for that later." You said before sending him a reassuring smile. 

Stiles nodded sharply. "Right, right. It'll happen. Wait. Does that mean that we're together now?" 

An amused chuckle left your lips. "Yeah, I hope so." 

"Then we are." Stiles said with a goofy smile on his face, clearly elated at the notion of the two of you being together. 

"Okay then boyfriend, let's get inside because I'm in desperate need of changing out of these wet clothes." 

"Okay, let's go girlfriend." 

[keelt9]

MARIGOLD

Masterlist

“This is nuts!” Collin isn’t able to stay in his seat, and the players haven't even come out yet.

“Collin, you’re freaking me out.” He bluffs as lays back and crosses his arm over his chest.

“Am I the one who wants to come one hour before the game starts?” He raised his eyebrows looking at me. “Mom and dad aren't even here.”

“Well, well, well, I didn't hear you complain.” Collin laughs and his throat, trying to fake seriousness. 

“Becau…” I cover his mouth when I see Bengals players coming out through the tunnel across the stadium.

The Bengals fans who came clapped and shouted the name of the player they’ll want to see or can see but it was until Joe came with his classic black clothes that I felt a buzz all over my body.

I grabbed Collin's arm in excitement. “Y/N! Calm down, you will tear apart my jacket.”

I let his arm. “Sorry, sorry, just, this is nuts, right?” Collin smiles and nods.

During all the warm ups I was lost, that I didn’t even notice when our parents arrived. My eyes are glued to the cute QB across the field; when it finally over I see Joe waits a little bit looking across the field where I told him our dad bought the tickets. 

I don’t know if he could see me with the stadium starting to fill but I couldn't avoid feeling shy.

“So the worst fear of a father reached me.” I heard dad. “My daughter is over the hill for a football player.”

This time I turn around seeing my family laughing as I cover my face sitting down. 

My heart split in two all the game as much I cheered the niners, in every play and touchdown I couldn’t avoid, do the same every time Joe does the same, and move my eyes to the other side of the field every time he visibly goes down on the ground.

Still the victory stayed at home, with a missed kick from McPearson.

As we went back home I texted Joe after seeing his press conference ended. 

>I win!

He replied with a photo of  a red napkin on the floor. 

>I’ll call for a review.

“With that smile I guess you’re going back to Cincinnati, right?” Mom asked, looking for the rearview mirror.

Collin pushes my feet softly as he smirks. “Yes, but I’ll go because Lilian arrived Wednesday morning, ok?”

At the unison all answer with the same. “Yeah, of course.”

Well, I arrived Monday afternoon; for sure the cold of Cincinnati is something that is at the end if I would ever make a list of my favorite things here.

The florist’s is in perfect condition, bouquets all over the place, our usual customers register their usual purchase and Gael and the new girl, Sara working along in harmony.

Lilian enters through the door Wednesday morning tanned but with a smile side to side of her face. 

“I’m here!” I run to hug her causing almost both of us tripp but Jason is behind her ready to grab us. “I miss you so much.”

“You didn’t even see her that frequently.” Gael complains and I understand why Lilian said it is like living with Collin.

Without stopping hugging me Lilian takes out a coin from her pocket and tosses it to him.

“But hey! You’re covered in glitter this early?” I point to the other window where the Christmas tree is in progress. 

A lot of Christmas ornaments are all over the floor, bouquets of flowers are placed together and the flowers that arrived a few minutes earlier are still next to the door.

“Do you need help?” Jason asks while walking in the florist’s observing three boxes, he knows Lilian has plenty of them for Christmas.

“That would be amazing.” Gael gave him the big ribbon that every year hangs on the main entrance. 

Two big boxes appear from the backroom, leaving Lilian and Jason intrigued. 

“Where do you need these?” The voice of Joe made Jason drop the ribbon and Lilian looks at Gael who’s walking to take the boxes.

“Do you…Where…How…Why?!” Lilian couldn't even formulate a complete question.

“I told you about this!” Jason laughs, grabbing the ribbon and going to help Gael to see what's inside the boxes.

“You said you had a date!” I scrunch my nose. “You didn’t mention I will find Joe Burrow here!”

Joe laughs seeing Jason who just raises his shoulders. “He’s paying his bet.”

Lilian opens her eyes and looks at Joe. “Omg, you lost a bet with her?” Joe nods. “You never bet with her, she had the luck of hell.”

I fake an indignation expression, as Lilian takes a deep breath. 

“What do you lose?” She asked, it’s clear that Lilian feels totally comfortable around Joe. 

“Decorate Christmas trees.” Joe sees me with a soft smile. 

“Decorate?” Lilian narrows her eyes.

“You haven’t seen his Christmas tree? They are gorgeous.” While he stayed in San Francisco, Joe showed me a few pictures of the Christmas tree he decorated in the past few years, they're beautiful.

So I bet with him, if he wins, he will get the kiss and if I win, he will decorate two Christmas trees.

“Two?” Joe and I nodded. “Ok, one here, the other…”

“I wanted it to be in my home but his team could kill me if I take him one day.” Joe scoffs. “Besides, it's lucky he agreed, I heard he likes to glue to the building when they are in season.”

“Steal a QB1, that would be hilarious.” Lilian laughs as she sighs. “Well, what can we do to help you, Joe?”

Joe spent his night decorating a tree in the florist's, giving us instruction as we moved around the place. This day the florist was closed earlier, by 10 pm, Christmas lights were all over the place, a huge tree with golden and red ornaments was standing next to the window, it definitely started to feel like Christmas.

“This is so weird.” Lilian said tired as we sat in the middle of the florist having dinner. “We’re out two almost three months and my spoiled customer is having dates with my best friend; now we've reached the point where he’s comfy sitting eating the most random dinner with us.”

“Dates?” Gael asked innocently as Jason gave him a little jostle.

“Dates are different for boyfriend and girlfriend, kid.” Lilian chuckles.

I almost choked with my noodles. “Can we skip this conversion please?” 

Even Joe is smiling, his face and ears are red and he’s biting his lip, this is the kind of thing we’re a little bit far away from.

Jason is our savior. “Are you planning to stay all weekend?”

“I have an invitation for a game.” I take a sip of my bottle.

“We.” Gael sat straight proud. “We four have a game. Joe invited us to the game against Miami.” 

Lilian opens her eyes to Joe. “If you want and can come, of course.” 

“We don’t have tickets.” Jason said, making Gael shake his head.

“That’s the best part.” He makes the sound of drums in his legs. “Joe invited us to his box!”

“What?” Lilian is clearly impressed for the ways she blinks quickly.

“That’s the last question word you missed!” I chuckle, winning a push of her feet on my leg. 

“I mean, you won’t get tickets at this time of the seasons and my box is a little bit too  big.” Joe can be really playful when he wants.

“A little bit?” I asked, making Joe laugh.

“A little bit.”

Lilian stretched her back as she put her plate on the floor. “We came to another universe, love.” Jason smiley giving her a kiss on her head.

I spent the days working telling Lilian the updates with Gael about the few changes and arrangements we have been doing; by the night Joe passed by inviting me to a small walk or dinner in his house.

This Saturday isn’t different, he’s been in a long and exhaustive training, they playoffs are clenched still they know if things are like it seems the other teams could give them a surprise if they get overconfident.

“I’ll better go.” I watch the hour on my phone. “It’s late and you must be fresh  tomorrow.” 

I stand as Joe goes with me to the door, I always call for an Uber when we are outside stealing minutes with him, this time he covers with his hand my phone, making me look at him.

“Do you actually have to go?” I chuckle, grabbing his hand. “I mean this is huge…”

“You always said you aren't a friendly person on game day and you don't want to make me feel bad.” He said that more than one time, still I didn't know if that's more for him or for me.

Joe smiles as he clicks his tongue. “And you said I would never do that, I probably just be quieter.” 

The cold weather makes me shiver. “Joe it's ok, I'll see you tomorrow night after the game ends, right?”

“Or you could see me earlier in the morning?” The irony of the situation is so funny.

“Are you complaining about something you said you don't want I witnessed but now you said you mostly don’t want me to go?” Joe laughs. 

“We could have said that.” I raise my eyebrows hitting softly in his arm.

“Yeah, we could have said that.” I see my phone one more time we're been here a couple of minutes and I feel I could turn on stalactite any minute.

I shake my head. “I'll take the guest room.”

As I entered the house one more time, the big smile of Joe slowly turned, realizing I'll stay but not fully with him.

“Guest room?”

Lilian almost had a heart attack when I called her to tell her the news. It's just been a couple of days since she can assimilate unexpected changes. Still, she’s dealing as calmly as she can.

I follow my own words after Joe borrows me a couple of clothes so I can sleep. I'll walk to the guest room, where I spent most of the night, until I feel the bed sink, my cellphone mark, 5:15 am.

Joe surrounds me with his arm. “You’re sleeping in the guest room, you can’t complain so much.”

“I mean, alone.” Joe giggles but rests his head next to mine.

“Shh, I have to get up earlier.” I laughed but my eyelids felt so heavy, so I just closed my eyes a second later.

I got up before he did, practically making acrobatics for leaving the bed without him waking up. Joe told me he has a specific routine for a game day and I don’t want to mess up anything.

I picked up my things and left him a small note in the kitchen.

>See you at night ♥️ I had a wonderful night.

Lilian kept staring at me as we had breakfast. “What?”

“Nothing.” Jason sits next to her giggling. “Just… you’re not sleeping where your parents think you are, dating a football player, coming early in the morning with that smile on your face.”

I shake my head. “We go back in time, or what? We're back in middle school.”

Jason laughs this time serving more coffee. “You never did something like this in middle school?”

“Jason, I was a bear in hibernation all my school time, I mean I have one or three dates, but it was because this girl needed a friend for a friend of the guy.” Lilian nods proudly looking at Jason.

In the middle school I never bother for find a guy or date I was fully concentrate in getting good grades and learning all I could for entered to the University I wanted, Lilian from the other hand is so beautiful that she even had to effort in getting a date.

“I saw the photos, you've been way too pretty since then.” Jason flattered me, making my face burn, winning a small approbation kiss of Lilian. “Guys tend to be frightened of intelligence.”

“She was a little bit cranky at that time too.” Lilian smirks remembering how I used to lock her every test we had.

I take the last bite of my pancake with a smile. “For sure.”

We picked up Gael at 4 pm. He's so happy that a few months ago he was joking about getting a pass to Joe’s Burrow box, now he’s about to be in that box.

The sensation is different even just getting inside of the big hallways that takes you to the box of the QB, of course getting in the box is out of this world.

You can easily see the field having all the comfort you can even imagine, nice seats, food all the time and a big T.V at each side.

I sent a picture to Joe about me in his box, actually not expecting any replay but he did it a few minutes later. He’s in the stadium, I saw the post in the social accounts, probably getting ready for the warm ups.

>Bets on?

A smirk on my face appears so quickly, feeling a butterfly on my stomach. >I’m way too far, next time. 

The time between warm ups and the beginning of the game for me usually lasts an eternity. This time passed in a blink, by the time the game began I was so excited that even Lilian and Geal were teasing me about it.

The first half wasn't as we expected, the difference is one touchdown and a field goal in favor of Miami; the team has been neutralized in the red zone and Joe has been hit more times than the last week.

“They come back from this, don’t worry.” Gael said, extending his hand with his popcorns. “Besides, he won’t let his girl witness a loss.” 

I scrunch my nose. “He didn’t tell you.” I narrowed my eyes, seeing he shrugged his shoulders.

“Desperate times need desperate measures.” The kid wink at me.

The third quarter it was like the Bengals got a bust in the locker room, a wonderful interception for BJ gave them the touchdown they needed and the first series ended in a touchdown too, then just a field goal, but by the last quarter all were with our hands grabbing the seats tight.

The Bengals are down for 3 points with 00:34 on the clock and no time outs in the 23 yard.

You can see through Joe's helmet big eyes open and biting his lip before saying what could be the last call of the day.

I grab Lilina's hands and she does the same as both of us anxious for the result.

Joe has trouble in the pocket so he needs to get out searching for someone in the red zone but what it seems a lose game, Tee appears in the red zone totally alone; Joe just had time to throw the ball before he goes down.

In the screen the words “TOUCHDOWN” lights one with the clock in 00:23, Bengals win the game.

All the stands erupt in screams and cheers, we hug each other as we scream.

“I TOLD YOU!” Gael said, lifting me from the ground.

In the conference Joe praised the resilience and mentality of his team; the way he smiles tells you so much about how proud of his team is. 

I waited for 1 hour until Joe finally came out.

“Here you are.” Joe smiles one bag on his hand and his backpack over his shoulder.

As he approached my hands that were on my back came to the front with a big bouquet of marigolds, that resembles wonderful.

“You.” Joe relaxes his shoulder as he hugs me, taking the bouquet of my hands. “This is what the fifth you are giving me?”

The times I've been in his house I notice he placed bouquets of flowers in a specific zone of his house which he takes care of carefully for more than one week.

“I start to believe all your visits to the florit’s could have a second intention.” I teasing him as we split. 

“How could you say that?” He’s leaning for giving me a kiss when I see coming out of the building Ja’Marr and BJ looking each other with a funny expression.

“Aye!” Ja’Marr said as Joe split. “What a scene.”

“Such a cute girl for this boy.” BJ smiles and extends his hand. “Time to greet us properly, BJ.”

I take his hand, and recognize the first time I met him he was the first one to talk to me. 

“Y/N.” He smiles and nods.

“How the hell did you get her Joey?” Joe scoffs and smirks.

Ja’Marr laughed and couldn't avoid teasing him. “No, no, no, they're dating, my boy isn't making any question, still.” 

I see Joe giggling with a red face pushing softly to his best friend.

“She has a style, see the number of her jersey.” Joe turns around to see my jersey over my hoodie.

A huge number 1 on my chest, on my defense, it was the only one in the store, the jersey with number 9 was out of stock.

“It was this or 80, you choose.” I claimed, seeing how Joe's forehead has many wrinkles. 

BJ and Ja'Marr laughs. “We love her.”

Joe scoffs seeing me. “Yeah, I can see why.” He kissed my forehead, making my face burn as I covered my eyes, unable to hold those tender eyes on me.

[stonedstargazer666]

Waking up with the eepy boys

Green title you know what that means!!! More stoned headcannons!! This one took a little bit, a few days and a lot of weed also trying to learn how to format stuff. so bear with me. Slight (IMO) NSFW

So waking up with the boys, do they wake up before you, with you, or after? What do they do? Well, let's take a peek at what my mind thinks they do. As I said before slight NSFW, but nothing overly explicit, working up to that. As Always writing under the pic.

word count: 997

Top divider by @frenchkisstheabyss Bottom divider by @reveriesources

Vessel: Vessel usually wakes up before you, he likes to be able to watch you for a little bit. He can’t help himself, you just look so peaceful. Can and has stayed up all night just to watch you sleep. But these early mornings are his favorite, the way your hair seems to almost glow in the early morning light. The light blush that dusts your cheeks, giving you an almost innocent look. The way you have yourself tucked into his chest, his arm wrapped around your waist pulling you closer. You fit perfectly against him, perfect little spoon. He loves the way your hair feels against his face, and the smell of your shampoo and conditioner. Most importantly he loves the way you feel, this is the only time he gets to touch you without you complaining about it tickling. He loves putting his hands up your shirt, feeling your stomach. Feeling how the muscles twitch under his feather light touches, it makes him smile. It really does,and  he always hides his face in your neck. Which is about the time you start waking up, because his touches start tickling. But he makes up for waking you up with kisses, and breakfast in bed. If you’re still salty after, well Vessel has no qualms with quietly getting in between your legs and pleasing the attitude outta you. 

II: II rarely wakes up before you, but when he does. He soaks it up. He loves seeing you wearing his boxers, and one of his shirts. Your hair all wild from sleep, he thinks it’s the cutest and funniest thing he’s ever seen. Usually by the time he wakes up, your hair is tamed and you are put together. He just lays on his side, watching you. Watching how your eyelids flutter, how your lips part slightly as you shift. Your soft snores are the sweetest sound, he loves waking up to them. It’s like your almost purring, so content in his arms. He is totally into laying there until you wake up, the man will not move. He loves it when you turn over onto your side, facing him. That way he can study your features more easily. The way your hair falls into your face, if he wasn’t already in bed. His knees would be weak, you just look so sweet. He can’t help but to brush the hair out of the way, he wants to see the moment you wake up. When you do wake up, seeing your sleep glazed eyes looking up at him. Wide and innocent, it sends his mind straight to the gutter. He definitely can’t help rolling you onto your back, and hovering over you. The tired moans that escape you while he kisses and mouths at your throat, perfection. Absolutely drives him wild, he’ll keep up with kissing your neck until you’re begging. Who is he to say no to you, and you can shower together afterwards it’s a win win in his book.

III: III is kinda like II, rarely wakes up before you. But he does do it more than II. He can’t keep his hands off of your sleeping form, he’s constantly touching you. He’ll sit up, with his back against the wall. (Cause my man sleeps with his mattress and box spring on the ground with no bed frame. Yes, I will die on this hill) Pulls you in his lap, and just holds you. He loves the way your skin feels against his, the way you seem to mold yourself to him mesmerizes him. Being able to graze over scars you’ve gotten growing up, being reckless. Neither of you wear shirts to bed, that was agreed upon when you started staying the night with him. III loves the skin to skin contact, it’s his favorite part of waking up early. But he can’t help but to run his fingers up and down your sides, he really does try to be patient until you wake up on your own. But there’s only so much he can think of, before he starts to really focus on your body weight against him. How warm you are, how every little soft sigh sets his blood aflame with desire. He will growl into your ear, if that doesn’t wake you. He smothers you in open mouth kisses anywhere he can reach, leaving light marks in his wake. He thinks that you just look so pretty all marked up, when you do finally wake up. He’s on top of you, already sliding your shorts off. 

IV: IV is a man of habit, he wakes up before you no matter what. Unless you pull an all nighter, in which case you’ll get lectured by him. He wakes up at 5:30 am without fail, gets his workout in, shower, then back into bed to cuddle you and read. He loves the way you seem to know when to curl into him, your head resting on his stomach as he finger combs your hair. If your position allows it, he will take the time to brush out your hair. Just because your asleep doesn’t mean he can’t pamper the hell outta you. He will usually read for an hour, before putting the bookmark in it’s place and setting the book aside. He uses a very tasteful nude of you as his bookmark, that he shamelessly had printed out just for that reason. IV loves how pliable you are for him, of course he won’t do anything unless given explicit permission for you. But he just can’t stop himself from pulling you closer, and gently nipping at the soft spot behind your ear. Reveling in the soft sighs, and breathy gasps you let out uninhibited in your sleep. When you do start waking up, he’s kissing you slowly. He’ll get you riled up, then go and make breakfast. It’s more fun to tease you throughout the day, and claim what’s his later anyway. 

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[paingoes]

Destroyer - Bottle Episode

(Masterlist)

multiple whumpers. hot day. everyone’s mad.

this is like. vintage destroyer. gang's all here. i got nostalgic writing this.

not a lot happens in this one i kinda just wanted to play around some w the original cast because i thought it'd be fun. and it was.

(Content: living weapon whumpee, royal whumper, multiple whumpers, carewhumper, casual whump, dehumanization, drug mention, manhandling, slapping, guns, joke about animal death, minor temperature whump)

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Delta squinted into the morning sun. He already felt like he was baking. The length and color of his hair did not help, trapping the heat all down his back. He wasn’t built for this kind of weather; it dried his skin out. They’d been waiting since well before sunrise.

“Quit glaring.” Martino tugged roughly at the fin of his ear.

He hadn’t even said anything.

“Why? He’s right. This is bullshit,” Paris interjected, seizing any opportunity to complain. He readjusted the water bottle against his temple, his other hand still messing with the radio’s dials. “They had three months to fix the warning system — it only would’ve taken a day. I don’t know why the fuck I’m rewarding their bad behavior by coming out here. Should’ve just let them hang. Not my problem.”

He wasn’t faring much better in the heat. The uniform he wore was too regal, too thick for the climate. The sweat against his pale skin made him look sickly.

“Who still fights cavalry?” Simon mused. 

“I know.” Paris gave an exasperated sigh. “I don’t even know why we have the units. I’m going to disband them soon, it’s just…I mean, I don’t think they can be trained to do anything else.”

“What are you going to do with the horses?” Delta asked quietly.

“Glue,” Paris said. 

Delta couldn’t tell if he was serious. 

He made the C’mere gesture with his hand. Delta stood up from where he’d been sitting cross-legged by Simon’s lawn chair. He knelt down on the grass beside the prince. 

Paris wound the cable around his palm.

It’d been an accident discovery. Something in his body’s chemistry made the signal grow louder and clearer. All he needed to do was get close to it, but it worked better if he was directly connected to the circuit. It didn’t require any conscious effort on his part. It mostly just made him feel tingly.

“That is not the intended use case,” Martino said with bitter disapproval.

“Ask me if I give a fuck.”

Dr.Martino tapped the side of his nose in warning. Paris reflexively wiped at his own. He always fell for it.

“Oh, like you’re any better.” Paris snapped when no powder came off onto his sleeve. “Good luck with the opioid settlement, prick.”

Delta smirked at that. Paris noticed — and seemed mildly gratified by it.

From up on the hill, there should have been no better line-of-sight for the signal. But only static came through, audible even when the headset was off. Paris kept playing with the settings, getting visibly frustrated when they only produced different shades of meaningless noise.

“Did you fix the SWR?” Simon said.

“No, the ratio’s fine. It’s the RFI. Nothing’s getting through with all the aerial traffic.” Paris shook his head.

“I bet it’s the SWR. You probably connected the meter wrong. Let me see it.” Simon stood up from the chair. 

“No.” He pulled the wires closer to himself.

“Just let me see.” Simon adjusted the antenna.

“I know what I’m doing,” Paris insisted.

“Then why isn’t it working, Your Highness?”

They were both wrong. Annoyed, Delta quickly readjusted the dials before they could stop him.

“Get off.” Paris shoved him back with a totally unnecessary amount of force, especially considering he was already off. He just caught himself on his free hand.

“Oh, did that work?” Simon asked curiously, releasing the antenna.

Paris put the headset back on. He didn’t answer, which meant yes. He glared at Delta, who was already gazing at the ground as if nothing had happened, careful not to look too smug about it.

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An hour had passed. The enemy had yet to reveal itself. There was nothing else to do but rehearse. Delta glanced in between the map and terrain it represented, paying careful attention to the grid he was to superimpose onto it. He targeted each position as they instructed.

“B9.”

Delta put out the warning light to B9.

“A4.”

Delta put out the warning light to A4.

“E6.”

Delta put out the warning light to C6.

“I said E6.” Martin yanked Delta’s hair sharply, forcing him to look further east. He hissed softly.

“You know you can talk to him without hurting him, right? He can hear. You’re not even giving him a chance to obey.” Simon’s voice had a rare edge to it as he leaned forward in his seat.

“It’s correctional.” Martino pulled his hair tighter, just to prove a point. “He’s used to it. I don’t think I need you telling me how to do my job. We were doing just fine without you.”

His hand was still in his hair. Delta adjusted himself in its grasp, trying to take the pressure off. It was not successful. 

“He’s actually shown a lot of improvement under me, so I don’t know what point you’re trying to make.” Simon crossed his arms.

The hand was still in his hair. 

“No. No. That’s just because you changed the metric. Don’t think I didn’t catch that. You don’t get to manipulate the data and say you fixed it. I’m onto you.”

“All date is manipulated,” Simon insisted, “It just depends on how. I wouldn’t have even needed to fix the metrics if your colleague could keep her records straight. Those were inconsistent across the board.”

“Let’s not speak ill of the dead, shall we?”

“I’m not speaking ill of the dead, I’m speaking ill of you.”

The hand was still in his hair.

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The enemy still had yet to appear by midday, though the murmurs said they were close. Delta could almost feel the soldiers’ restlessness mounting on the ground below. But up on the hill, he was far removed from it. He still saw nothing over the horizon. He paged through the yellowed fantasy novel he’d nabbed from the base camp. He heard Paris well before he saw him, cursing incoherently to nobody but himself. He put the book down.

“Delta.” The string of expletives concluded abruptly with his name. Delta looked up.

The prince knelt down onto the grass beside him. He watched intently as Paris leaned over the map, studying it. With a thin black marker, he drew a small “X” onto a spot just along the river.

“Can you reach here?”

The target was about a mile outside of the agreed upon radius. The scale of the map made the distance seem trivial. It wasn’t. Delta hesitated.

“Paris-“ Dr.Martino began to object.

“Shut the fuck up. I didn’t ask you. I asked him.” 

Delta considered it. He turned his head and started to whisper something to Simon. Paris snapped his fingers in front of his face impatiently.

“Answer me.”

“I’m thinking.” Delta’s voice got sharp.

Paris slapped him in the face. Delta winced. He took a deep breath before he looked back up.

“No. I can’t do it.” Delta glared.

Paris slapped him again, harder this time. It actually stung a lot.

“Your Highness, he can only work within a certain range. It’s not reasonable for-“

“I don’t care about the range, you don’t fucking talk to me like that.” 

Delta was breathing heavily. They both were.

“Let’s take a break, huh?” Simon suggested.

“Mm. Yeah. Perfect.” Paris stormed off.

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Delta looked over the remains of the battlefield, studying the patchwork of scorch marks he had left upon it. It had been relatively mild, as far as the operations went. He hadn’t passed out even once. The planet had a very traditional style of fighting — there’d been no need for any excessive shows of power. The enemy numbers were shorter than the signs had indicated; the sensors were more broken than they thought. It was all too easily won. The morning’s events seemed even more trivial because of that. 

Delta was tired. The breeze felt nice after burning in the sun for hours. He could feel the tension draining out of him. His head always cleared up as it got closer to nighttime.

Paris had disappeared just as soon as the actual fighting had begun, slipping back into command. Dr.Martino had disappeared just as soon as the fighting was over, very happy to retire after a whole day of it. He was too old for that kind of heat to begin with. It verged on elder abuse.

Only Simon remained with him up on the hill. The sun was setting. It cast long shadows over the hills and bathed all the rest in golden light.

“Can I stay up here for a little?” Delta asked shyly as he noticed Simon packing up to leave.

Simon glanced back at base camp, clearly a bit concerned by the request. Delta really wasn’t meant to be unaccompanied.

“…You promise not to wander off?” He asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“Alright. Come find me when you’re ready.” Simon squeezed his shoulder.

Delta nodded gratefully. He listened as the footsteps faded. He leaned back against the tree, watching the sky darken.

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“So you actually glow in the dark?”

Paris appeared up on the hill. The fight seemed to have left him by nightfall as well. Delta figured he was more tempered by the victory than the weather, though.

Delta was surrounded by a soft blue aura. He took a minute to examine it, as if noticing it for the first time. Only his eyes glowed, really. And he couldn’t see those. 

He didn’t know what kind of response that comment would warrant. His instinct said zero.

Paris shifted his arm. He was carrying a stupid amount of equipment on him. Several bags worth of weapons and machinery. They made a metallic sound from within. He seemed distracted by it.

“You knocked the numbers station offline, by the way."

“Sorry,” Delta said numbly.

“Forgiven. Anyway, ship’s leaving. Come on.”

Delta stood up. Paris slid one of the rifles off his shoulder and passed it over to him. The gun was awkward, but not heavy. Delta toted it, pulling his long hair off to the side so it wouldn’t get caught in the mechanism. He took the other bag Paris handed him. He heard something clicking around inside of it. 

It had been about thirty hours since he had last slept. For a second, he swore he heard the bag nicker.

…………

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[batsyforyou]

Cuddles with Glorfindel

Paiaring: Glorfindel x Reader

Warning: Super self indulgent 

Author’s Note: It's more like how I’d cuddle with Glorfindel to be honest. I already headcanon him as a big cuddler so yeah. 

Usually involves being squished and dragged into bed by him though who’d complain? Definitely not me. 

Absolutely lives, laughs and loves to cuddle. 

It's his bread, butter and jam. 

Will cuddle you anywhere by pulling you into his arms with a kiss

He won’t cuddle in a place thats public though because he is a lord and has to follow certain rules 

However, if no one is around, than he could care less

Loves burying his face into the crook of your neck 

Though most of the time y’all are pulling on each other trying to get closer to the other 

You pull on his arm and try to wiggle back into him 

Not at all satisfied no matter how close he is 

He could be right on top of you crushing you with his weight and he’d still not be close enough 

He is literally that comfortable and the comfort that he gives off is to die for.

As I already mentioned in my Sleep Headcanons for Glorfindel 

He runs really warm and will cuddle you even if the both of you are sweating enough to be gross. Straight doesn't care, lol. 

And in the Sleep Headcanons I also mentioned that he’d cuddle anyway you want 

Though he will make you know what you're asking for before he crawls on top of you and such.

The best weighted blanket in the history of existence 

Will give you as many kisses as you want 

And when he’s the big spoon he kisses the back of your neck and blows air into you ear just to be annoying 

Also, I headcanon that as obsessed as humans are with elven ears Glorfindel is equally as obsessed and curious about human ears 

In fact, I’d say a lot of my elves are obsessed and curious about basic human things 

Freckles? Wrinkles? Round tipped ears? Yes, yes and yes. 

So he’d nip at your ear if your not paying enough attention to him

Though if you give him a big enough kiss he’ll knock it off 

And cuddle into you peacefully

Overall I’d die happy if I got Glorfindel cuddles 

He’s a 10/10 and I’d die on this hill 

Aggressively

Masterlist

[midnightmayhem13]

that's how you get the girl

a/n: kate won the poll so here's a lil smt for her! hope i did the lil archer justice and enjoy!🩶

summary: kate doesn't know how or when to make a move on you, maria nd nat are tired of her awkward flirting!

kate bishop x reader; maria hills x natasha romanoff

mentions of clint! no warnings js wlw fluffiness flash of angst(?)🩶

You and kate first met when you were training with nat and she with clint. so naturally, with both of ur mentors being best friends you two met. since you guys were also offered rooms in the compound you guys saw eachother constantly. clint and nat also wanted you two to get along bc eventually you two would be partners like they were.

in all honesty it was hard to not be friends. you two passed each while you were headed to the gym with nat and when kate was headed to the shooting range with clint. the black haired girl found herself excited for these little moments in both of ur busy schedules. she started getting flustered when you would smile at her briefly and wave at her with ur fingers, whispering a little "hi katie", or when nat and clint were out of town and you two would hang out and get pizza together.

you two became best friends sooner than clint and nat expected but they're weren't ones to complain. as you two got closer to the team you hung out with them more often and even went to starks parties. kate wasn't so excited about that part thinking it would be like her moms galas, but oh was she wrong. first you were there and shit did you look absolutely stunning everything but also the vibe was a whole lot more chill. people didn't care about being formal more just being themselves and having fun

due to this you two found out the maria hills was dating nat! they were the cutest couple ever. you never rlly expected anything bc the kept it professional at work. but they didn't care about you two knowing they were in love and they loved it. the couple found themselves forming a soft spot for you two. being reminded of them being young and falling in love. and being the best agents shield had to offer, they noticed the feelings both of you had for the other. but neither saying anything.

nat would hang out with you at tony's parties to help calm you down and maria started talking to kate, complimenting her work bc maria knew everything duh.

"so you and the archer huh" nat winked at you "woah ms rominoff she's just my friend, plus you told me to be friends w her" she scoffed slightly blushing "it's nat remember and don't act like you don't look at her the way you do honey. plus that girl has heart eyes for you, she follows you like a puppy" "don't be ridiculous nat" you said with a frown, walking away bc sam had called you over . it hurt nats heart knowing that you didn't notice kate's infatuation with you.

on the other side of the room was a fluster kate and a maria trying to hype her up. "y/n's pretty isn't she kate" "yea she's absolutely beautiful" kate sighs maria cackles at kate's daze. kate notices this and immediately gets embarrassed "uhm oh not like that well yes bc she is beautiful not that she isn't but not in that way" "kate stop pretending, it's cute" maria says as she shakes her head. kate's mind was racing. was her crush that noticiable? well ofc she liked you who wouldn't but she didn't have the guts to ask you out, you were way out of her league. " i just, i don't know how" "i can tell. it's getting painfully awkward watching you try to flirt" "ok whatever hill" "hey women up, you're gonna ask her out you here me?" maria challenges

that was a month ago. maria and nat has been helping kate work up the courage and not be so awkward around you. and honestly you fell harder for her, she finally asked you on a date and you hoped she'd confess but she never did leaving you thinking she js wanted to hang out. kate js couldn't get the words out her mouth bc ur beauty had stunned her. although one on of tonys parties, when all the guests left and only the team was there laughing and drinking, you and kate were right next to eachother. and across from you was everyone's favorite couple. you had already been fiddling with kate's hand and she didn't really know what to do.

maria watched kate's struggle as she was trying to make a movie but didn't know how. as this went on for a couple of minutes, watching kate try to find a way to put her arm around you. kate finally caught maria gaze, jumping in her spot a little causing you to turn to kate and giving you a sweet smile. when u turned back to what ever steve was saying, kate turned back to maria to give her a 'wtf what do u want' face. maria just giggled to herself. pointing at kate aggressively and putting an arm around natasha, as to say 'see'. but kate couldn't bring herself to do it as she nodded no fast. but maria being stubborn nodded yes. this went on for a while, no one paying attention luckily. finally kate js did it. fast. both raven haired girls waiting for ur reaction.

you simply scooted closer to her and put your head on her shoulder. kate melted as she watched you with loving eyes. since this moment, kate's confidence boosted

since then the next month was filled with cute dates compliments and cheek kisses. then for the third time at tony's party was when she made the most important move of all. you two decided to be matching as it was a pre-valentine's day party, and you two went as a date. as usual you two went to talk to different people parting ways for a bit, kate went to her new mom at this point updating her on everything. when she's admiring you when maria's talking abt something she didn't rlly pay attention to, she notices your mood switch.

maria notices kate get serious rather than have that dreamy look on her face. suddenly you walk out onto the roof looking as if u we're about to cry. before kate follows you she notices your bitch ass ex with the person they cheated on you with. how tf did they make it here? maria pats kates shoulder "go get her tiger"

kate zooms away throwing ur ex a dirty look in the process. she finds you on the rooftop balcony hugging ur self while trying to wipe the tears away. "y/n..." you turn around trying to act as if nothing was wrong "hi katie" you say, not without ur voice cracking, you can't help it anymore as you burst into tears. kate immediately pulls you in by ur waist hugging you passionately. a few minutes pass and you two are swaying and whispering sweet nothings to each. when kate opens her eyes she met with a cheering nat and maria through the window. she immediately blushes and nods in question. they keep making kissy hands and maria pulls nat in to emphasize their point.

kate breaths in and pulls away. your cheeks are bright red. your eyes are filled with noticiable love. kate lifts your chin and your breath hitches. "can i kiss you?" "mhm~" you respond nervously with a small grin on ur face. as kates lips touch yours you swear you hear fire works. you two giggle and pull apart "tuesday at 7?" "of course katie" you giggle knowing what's going to happen. you two interlock hands and walk away happy as can be. kate turns to maria and nat mouthing a 'thank you'

the next morning when you and kate walk out your room after not wanting to leave eachothers side last night. when kate's staring at you while you make coffee and talk to nat. maria comes up from behind her and slaps her back, " see, that's how you get the girl" she winks. kate smiles and turns back to you. continuing to admire her girl.

a/n sorry that was ass😵‍💫 first time writings not js headcanons lmao but i love kate and i had to think of a prompt on the spot hope you found a little bit of it enjoyable🩶

[rom-e-o]

So in the spirit of the soon-to-be Christmas season, I was rereading 'Begin Again' and got to the part where Orin's in jail and all that and like-

What do you think Orin's haunt was like? How do you think the Christmas Ghosts + Marley would speak to a man like him? I know Present would probably a lot less jovial with him-

Oh my gosh, you're re-reading "Begin Again"? For the holiday season? That makes me so, so happy. ;;

(I'm currently working on their wedding in-universe, so that is just lovely extra inspo. And Marley would be making an appearance, haha.) Ah, yes. Orin's haunting.

The spirits would be far less kind to him, as would Marley. Past and Marley would be equally brutal. Marley, for all his faults, was not an Orin. Marley might be condemned, but Orin?

Past, taking Connie's form in wax and using her voice, glares daggers at him as they watch the memories. If Scrooge got ping-ponged through dimensions with some whimsy and regret, Orin gets an exclusive trip to his very own Silent Hill with her.

Trigger warnings for abuse, su*cide attempts, SA, violence, drugs, alcohol.

PAST:

They go over everything:

The day Orin's sister, Juliet, left home and told nobody. ("She didn't leave an address for you to write her at. Interesting.")

The day Orin lied on his paperwork to get out of the slums close to Arthur DoGoode, then sees his daughter for the first time. ("Did you know all along what you planned? I wonder.")

The wedding night, when he first hit her and forced her into acts. Then the honeymoon in Switzerland, where he forced himself and friends/colleagues on her. Some paid good money too. This part goes on for hours, hearing her screams and sees her thrashing and tears from a whole new angle as man after man descends upon her. ("That's when she started drinking, because it helped her black out, and took away the pain. No powders yet. Those came later, after you broke her bones. And her dreams for love.")

The Christmas he locked her on the balcony and left her to freeze. ("You said she was sleepwalking. The idiot police believed you, but did your neighbors? Did Connie's mother?")

The Christmas he locked her in a closet when she objected to him swindling with complex financial contracts. ("She was in there the whole holiday. Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Alone in the dark. Thirsty. Trapped.")

The night Connie slit her wrists in the bathtub, and Orin saved her, complaining about all the blood. ("Theresea locked you out of the hospital room. She knew. And Arthur ... did you know he brought a pistol to meet you? He really thought about it, but I bet you never noticed. Too busy feeling invincible. Besides, the idea of dying in prison away from his wife and daughter is what stopped him, not any mercy for you.")

The day of Arthur's funeral. It's a huge event, with hundreds of people gathered. ("More than you'll ever have at yours. You keep checking your watch. You were bored, Spiegler? Or thinking about what you'll ask Connie to make for dinner? ... You know, Arthur never forgive himself for introducing you two.")

The Christmas he shoved her down the stairs of the Astor House, breaking both her legs. He waits fifteen minutes before getting help. She cried for help the whole time. "O-Orin, h-help ..."/"Stop talking! J-Just shut up! I need to think."/"If I don't ... I love you ... Orin."/"Stop talking! Are you deaf? You idiot!" ("You didn't want people to find out. You'd become too bold.")

The trip to the hospital, and the discovery there. ("It was always convenient. You didn't bed her often, but when you did, you weren't careful. Any time she needed a doctor's treatment, you paid them off to ... check. And when it was true, they did their duty before she ever woke up. You thought she didn't know. It's her body. She knew. She would have probably agreed, you know. Any spawn of yours shouldn't exist")

Then, finally, the day she says goodbye. Withdraws money, sneaks out, and throws her wedding ring in the ocean before hiding away in the basement of the boat. ("Does it infuriate you, Spiegler? That she outsmarted you? It shouldn't. She was always smarter than you. With money. With people. Her biggest mistake was actually falling in love with you.")

There is no whimsy in looking at his Past. There are no happy memories. No good times. It's just mistake after mistake. And seeing it all before him ... it makes Orin panic. He never thought he'd have to pay. And Past taking Connie's form, glaring at him as he world literally fractures apart? Reality crashes into him.

PRESENT:

Present? There's no jolly song-and-dance. Orin arrives in his chamber, and finds Present standing amidst towers of food and sweets. But ... all the dishes are wrong.

It's all the foods Orin used to ask Connie to make regularly. Eels in aspic. Tournedos de volaille. Pots of rarebit and bread. Peanut brittle. And it's all rotting.

"You have immaculate timing," Present would tell Orin, his voice booming. "I can not take you anywhere this night - it is New Year's Day, and I am bound to Christmastime in my travels. But the veil is thin. I can show you what happened ... mere days ago."

And Orin sees Constance and Ebenezer. At first, his anger returns. The bitch, he thinks. Then ... he keeps watching. There is no casualness to their movements. Nothing steamy or sexual (well, not in that moment). They don't act like two people having an affair. In fact, it's ... tender, what he sees. Loving.

The couple is standing before a roaring hearth in the otherwise dark mansion, their bodies bathed in firelight. Mr. Scrooge's mansion, Orin notes, with all the tacky yuletide decor. With a saunter that's almost bashful, Ebenezer crosses the room and overturns his hand to her in welcome. Slowly, she accepts it, drifting closer in foolish hope. Then, he leans down and brings their lips together. It's not a frantic brush of contact, but rather, it smolders like a lit ember. Tilting her head slightly, she welcomes the new angle. One strong arm cradles her shoulders while another is slung low around her waist, steadying both of them. He dips her backward, allowing gravity to help deepen their kiss. When they part for air, he grins at her sheepishly. He looks so young, almost boyish, with his blushing cheeks and sparkling eyes. Orin notes that he looks ... besotted. In love. “Merry Christmas, Constance,” he whispers. “I … hope you made some better memories of the holiday this evening.” So, she'd told him. Constance nods. Just as he was about to drift away, she grabs his shoulders to stop him. Not wanting to leave him emotionally abandoned, her lifts her hands to cup his face. She moves so slowly, offering plenty of time for him to move away. He never does. With her fingertips skimming his sideburns, she leans in and kisses the side of his aquiline nose. “Merry Christmas, Ebenezer,” she says. “And, um, yes. I would say I most certainly did.”

He also catches a glimpse of New York. His coworkers. They don't mention him.

The next thing he sees is fire. Endless, hot flames, before the final ghost appears.

YET-TO-COME:

Yet-To-Come would treat him with the same indifference. After all, no matter your status or wealth, death plays no favorites.

He is shown two futures. The first is right after he brings Connie back to New York from London. She doesn't go easily, but he prevails. She's his wife, after all. There's nothing she can do. She knows that.

She fights him at the docks, and finally, in a blaze of fury, he pushes her one last time. She flies off the bridge and crashed into the Hudson, where she drowns and dies. Dead, by his hands, finally.

When Ebenezer arrives in port the next day to find the memorial to her, his pained scream is enough to shake the heavens.

Then the scene changes. The second future. It flickers to Orin's funeral. Not a soul is in attendance.

MARLEY:

For Marley, it's personal. Think about it - he dies, yet finds a way to come back with Three Spirits to make sure his only friend/partner doesn't share the same horrible fate as him. This work provides him with no benefit. No salvation, no do-overs, nothing. The only benefit is saving his partner from the same eternal damnation as him.

An Marley sees Scrooge change. He sees Scrooge become a giving philanthropist. With his help, the "Festive Fund for the Poor" grows too big for tip boxes to contain. He's present for the birth of Harry and Hela's child (specifically, he keeps his nephew from pacing a hole in the floor while she pushes) - he sees his family legacy continue, and sees him holding their baby. He's turned everything around, and in such a short time. Marley is even okay with Cratchit's name replacing his on the doors. They needed new signage anyway, he thinks fondly. Something newer and more in-fashion.

Then, he sees Scrooge find this sad, frail, and frankly kind of pathetic woman in the streets. ("Look at her dress, poor thing. Old boy better buy her something nice.") Interesting, he thinks. He sees them fall in love, and quickly. He saw how he acted with Isabel, and even then, he wasn't so besotted. Plus, she's a perfect clerk, and rounds out the counting house team splendidly.

When he sees Ebenezer embracing happiness and the promise of romance anew with this woman, it feels like they've finally come full-circle. He's going to be okay, Marley thinks. That fills him with all the happiness he could hope toy have in his afterlife.

Then this corrupt, New York businessman barges in and tries to undo everything. To rip it all away. To undo an entire year of growth.

Absolutely not.

"Orin Spiegler, the Spirits and I have only intervened with individuals like you on Christmas. To right wrongs and to help others, as we can. However, your past and future are so vile .... you are the only exception thus far. Our end goal for these lost mortals is usually redemption. However, in your case ... our only hope is change. To cut to the bone to foster regret. Pray that is the worst of it."

Then ... Orin wakes up. Honestly, he contemplates hanging himself in the cell, but what will that do?

Moved by Past and Marley's actions, he asks for the constable. He confesses to everything, but asks for a pen and paper.

He has two letters to write before he goes.

[darcydarlingdabbles]

Karlach Carrying Astarion - Drabble

//Cause I see this a lot and I luuuuv it.//

Fluffy, but I could ship it.

- Yes, Astarion is absolutely a drama queen when it comes to long journeys. Especially climbing. He’s a complainer, he makes his minor inconveniences everyone else’s problem, and somehow he has the energy to monologue but not get up the damn hill.

- Everyone is irritated, other than Wyll who is happy to quip with the foppy vampire. Shadowheart tells Astarion to shut up, which just eggs him on. Lae’zel might threaten to close his mouth for him—actually she doesn’t, because that would shut him up. The rest of the party just climbs up without him. 

- Karlach is a simple gal with a simple solution. She takes the pretty little perfectly composed vampire—and tosses him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. And continues right up the hill. 

- Astarion reacts like a cat who doesn’t want to be picked up, but he can verbalize his sass. He might even say he’ll bite her, to which Karlach says something like don’t threaten me with a good time, Fangs. 

- Of course, he still lets her climb the cliff for him. 

- But as soon as they’re at the top, he squirms free and goes to tell Karlach off. The audacity of her. 

-But the thing is, if anyone knows how to give a tongue lashing, it’s Astarion—and he isn’t even trying. Because it’s Karlach. And Karlach looks about as a repentant as a Great Dane scolded by a Corgi.

- He huffs that it’s indignant for him to have his arse in the air like that. “Oh, that it then? Just want more flair, pretty boy?” Karlach says brightly, sweeping open her arms with a little bow. Before promptly scooping Astarion up bridal style. 

- There’s a moment of hesitation, on both their ends. Karlach wondering if he’s alright this. Astarion steeling himself against the feeling—because he can’t bare to enjoy the warmth of her touch if it’s going to be ripped away. 

- But when neither balks, Karlach takes a step. And Astarion makes himself comfortable as they catch up to the rest of the party. Daring anyone to say anything untoward with his blood-red gaze. 

-Apparently vampires can indeed blush. 

[anavatazes]

Learn to be a Texas Southern, From Austin.

Ok. First of all, I love you all. I truly do. I adore my fan fic writers, especially if you write my Joel crack... um, stories. *cough* The man keeps me in a bear hug and refuses to let go. Not that I am complaining ;).

BUT, for the LOVE of all that is holy and good and Joel, STOP using any American TV show or movie for reference to how things are in Texas as far as the food, the way they talk, the way the weather is, how and what a BBQ is, and I swear if I see another one with snow...

Like I said, I love you all. Yes, fan fiction is fantasy. You can write what you want. How you want. That's what is so great and wonderful about it. Get creative, get wild. Go crazy! But don't sit there and act like you do your research and are an accurate little miss that can do no wrong. Nuh-uh. I will find a slew of little old ladies that will Bless Your Hearts from here to Oblivion if you call Ribs with BBQ sauce proper BBQ in Texas. Believe you me. Every State in the Union has their own form of BBQ, and in the Southern States, it's a fucking religion akin to College Football and Jesus.

American TV and movies are pretty generic when it comes to the accuracy of our own culture and will take great liberties when trying to pass off one area for another. This includes accents, ways people speak, and how the areas they are in truly are. I touched on this briefly when I went over the whole Bless Your Heart phrase and how it does not mean what you think it means and it can get pretty offensive quick. American TV likes to go for the shock value, and the drama more than it likes to go for the accuracy and really doesn't care who it offends in the process. And older shows, like Dallas, Southerners don't talk like that anymore. Except maybe a few left in Kentucky... Maybe. Watch play-throughs of the games if you want a feel for how Joel speaks. Especially the first one. Stay away from the second one if you are trying to avoid season 2 spoilers for the show.

No Outbreak!/Pre-Outbreak!Joel will spend Saturday mornings with Sarah hiking. And there are next to no hills (unless man-made) in Austin. It's all flatland. No mountains. A few rivers, and Lake Travis isn't far away. A lot of trails all around Austin from 1999 to 2013, depending on when you wanted to have Outbreak Day if you wanted it at all. They'd probably go to one of a trillion restaurants in Austin for lunch, depending on their taste. It is canon that Joel can't cook. Tommy, Ellie, AND Sarah all bring it up in Pt. 1 and Pt. 2, if you know where to look. I would say one of their favorite places would be Home Slice for some great pizza. Or maybe even Torchies for a wide variety of tasty Tex-Mex food. Maybe even pick up some Brisket (Texas BBQ) to take home to get ready for an afternoon spent watching the University of Texas football game on the TV, if we're in August to January. Honestly, May through the beginning of October, they probably aren't doing too much hiking. The temperature of 100° plus (in Fahrenheit) is all the rage at this time. And you might have high humidity one day, with non-stop thunderstorms that might seem like a hurricane, and can spawn a tornado, but really isn't a hurricane. Then the next day, be the dryest heat that you've ever experienced in your life. Though, from what I've heard, the latter rarely happens now. More humid days are common now.

Texas BBQ.

If you are ever in the Southern United States, do yourself a favor, and just do not call anything related to the grill BBQ, ok. You will be better off and have a nicer visit, and life overall. If you like to live dangerously, go ahead and call the grill a BBQ. Call a cookout a BBQ. Go ahead. I'll wait. I'll have the tissues ready and waiting for the passive-aggressive politeness from the ladies and the open hostility from the not-so-gentlemen. You have a Cookout, or you Grill out. A BBQ is a way of life and means something different in each state (and will start a war in North Carolina because they are so special, they have two kinds of BBQ). Most everyone in (at least the South) can agree that BBQ food is some sort of slow cooked meat. In Texas, almost 99% of the population agrees it's Brisket, and the rest are wrong. (That's another Southern thing, they are right, and everyone else is just wrong. Drives me nuts when they use it in an argument). Now, they will have different ways of preparing it, and they will have fights over it (have witnessed several), but they all agree on Brisket.

Being close to the Mexican border and Texas' history as a part of Mexico once upon a time means that there is a heavy Mexican influence in Austin. As much as Texas likes to claim to be white bread, it really isn't. From the food to the people to the names of streets, cities, etc, there is a heavy Mexican influence. The idea that, somewhere, that Joel and Tommy have Latino blood is not far-fetched. Especially on the show. At the very least they would have a basic understanding of Spanish. That is being from Austin, regardless if they share any Mexican heritage or not.

Politeness and the True Southern Gentlemen.

I hate to break it to you, but there is no such thing as the great Southern Politeness and Hospitality. In fact, if a guy comes up to me and says he's a True Southern Gentleman, I'm running the other way. That "Gentleman" is 9/10 times a walking sexual assault case. This is not to say there are no nic+e and polite people in the South, but it is no different from any other place in the US. But, I will tell you, from the upper middle class on up, they can be some of the most passive-aggressive mother fuckers you will ever meet. From the Mid-Middle Class on down, the more hospitable they will be, and they fit the stereotype the upper class has somehow gotten. It's a mess.

Religion

Not everyone in the South is Christian, or devout, but will say a phrase that will make you think they are. I touched on this in my Bless Your Heart post. As God as my Witness, Good Lord Willin', Christ Almighty, and others are common phrases you will hear in the South. It DOES NOT mean the speaker is religious by any means. Trust me.

That's all I have for now. I could go on, as there is more. And please remember, fan fiction is fantasy, it's creative. Write what you want. This is just to help out those who are looking for more accuracy. And as it has been a while since Austin for me, and you are from Texas, and more specifically Austin, and you wish to add more info, and/or correct anything, feel free, please. There are a lot of differences among the Southern States, and it can be a pain to keep it all straight. So I have no problem in receiving help to keep in all in line :).

[saiyuki-chainsmokers]

💚Hakkai x Gojyo fanfictions recommendations!❤️

Just Say Yes by EzraTheBlue

Gojyo has a question. Or two.

First and Third by EzraTheBlue

Hakkai is celebrating, but Gojyo's not sure why.

Belling the Kappa by EzraTheBlue

Hakkai wants things sometimes. At present, to put limiters on Gojyo and not to tell him that he needs them.

Simple Joys by opalmatrix

Gojyo's learning that the right company makes even the mundane joyful.

Careful by Kispexi2

Sanzo gives Gojyo some unexpected advice leading to some interesting consequences.

Bodies in Motion by AbsoluteNegation

Sometimes you have to stop seeing to start perceiving.

Unconditional by summerbutterfly

Hakkai is self-conscious about his looks, but to Gojyo, he'll always be hot

Once in a Blue by EzraTheBlue

Post-Burial Arc. Gojyo claims he gets a weird fever after hanging around youkai sometimes. Hakkai tries to tend to him, only to find out that he might be feeling the heat, too.

Nine-Tenths by theskywasblue

Hakkai is possessive

Hold On by andmydog

Hakkai uses sex to remind Gojyo he's not to run off again - set after the defeat of Kami-sama.

How Fortunate the Man with None by Rroselavy

Coming to terms with abandonment is not Gojyo's strong suit.

Vulnerability by stirlingrequiem

Hakkai wishes he could have absolute faith in Gojyo this time, just like he always has before. Gojyo has always been his rock, someone he can depend on without fail, but when the time comes for him to repay everything Gojyo’s done for him, will he have the strength for it?

Ante Up by Tru

It’s become another bet between them, and Hakkai has raised the stakes thinking Gojyo won’t call.

Tease by Marks

The new youkai mark licks across the back of Gojyo’s throat the same way Hakkai wants to. Is he jealous of the thing that might make Gojyo lose his mind? Well, maybe.

The Doctor by EzraTheBlue

Prompt fill: Gojyo - "I know you love me and all but stop threatening the doctor"

Flowers and Poetry by EzraTheBlue

Hakkai complains that Gojyo isn't putting enough effort into being romantic. Gojyo takes it to heart.

Impulse by devera

An enemy spell goes right, eventually.

Terminal Diagnosis (NOT a death fic) by Despina

Booze, poker, and women just can't hold Gojyo's interest like they used to and his old way of life seems to be dying. He knows why, but before he can accept it, he needs to work through a few issues.

Written on the Skin by emungere, louise_lux

Gojyo gets Hakkai's vines tattooed on him. Hakkai notices.

Killing Ourselves to Live by Rose Argent (roseargent)

Gojyo and Hakkai are drawn into trouble far bigger than they expected. When everything goes wrong, at least one thing goes surprisingly right.

Appreciation by Anna_Fiona

Hakkai and Gojyo spend an evening together and Hakkai realizes his lover has earned some well deserved appreciation.

Dwelling in This Place by kansouame

Gojyo and Hakkai do a little breaking and entering.

Twisting Desire by Despina

Youkai!Hakkai/Gojyo: semi-noncon, vine!sex, heat of the moment, adrenaline, post-fight - Gojyo had harbored fantasies, but he wasn't sure if he was ready for this.

Hearts Afire by Despina

Hakkai struggles emotionally with what Gojyo means to him in light of their previous tryst. Gojyo has had enough of Hakkai’s angst. Follow up to Twisting Desire.

Penultimate by RoAnshi

A serious injury received while fighting youkai reminds Gojyo of another painful incident from his past. Warnings for depictions of child abuse and canon based incest implications. Nongraphic 58.

Over The Moon by EzraTheBlue

Gojyo had a lot of dreams. Most of them died when his daughter was born.

He thought.

Type H by Kirathaune

Gojyo suddenly develops a "type" - could it be for ...brunettes with green eyes?

Demons Dreaming by Briarwolf (Tru)

Gojyo has never really been the type to have pleasant dreams, but he comes to find that maybe it's just that the good ones don't come while he's asleep.

Down from the Red Hills by opalmatrix

When a limiter-less Hakkai chases some fleeing youkai into the hills and doesn't return, Gojyo goes after him. The journey back is much longer than he ever expected.

Pose by Ukoku2012

Walking back in, Gojyo was greeted with a sight that would have made a classical painter weep and scramble for their supplies: Hakkai half stretched out on his front, arms draped across the pillow with his head nestled between them. The lines of his back practically begged the eye to follow them down to where his ass was slipping out from the covers that were tangled around his legs. "Oh, we are not getting out of bed today," Gojyo growled, almost sprinting across the room.

Then Hakkai opened his one visible eye and Gojyo staggered from the disorienting wave of deja vu.

Flash in the Pan by theskywasblue

Gojyo hates washing dishes

Accidental Innocence by Crescentium

Hakkai and Gojyo have lived together for quite some time without actually living together, as it were. It does not mean they have not thought about it. There are accidents, and then there are accidents, and Gojyo might say "Bullshit."

Akin to Admiration or, Hakkai is a Jealous Bastard by tropicsbear

Shān had never been turned down by a man before. Ever. She wasn’t about to let this one get away.

Fire at Midnight by opalmatrix

Their adventuring days were over and that was just fine with Gojyo. Or so he thought.

Fanning the Spark by opalmatrix

A day of play in the fresh snow turns into something serious — and eventually, something else entirely.

Until Something by jedishampoo

After their bout with the Seiten Taisei, Hakkai and Gojyo move into a new kind of relationship.

Keeping Up Appearances by AbsoluteNegation

Two years after the end of the Journey, Gojyo and Hakkai might just be the two people they know least actively involved in getting the two of them together.

Care and Keeping of Your Kappa by EzraTheBlue

What if Gojyo is reverted to a more feral nature under the influence of the Minus Wave? Hakkai must draw on whatever resources he has to maintain his favorite kappa's health and well-being in order to keep him sane until a solution is found. Minor spoilers for recent chapters.

found a place to rest my head by Nakimochiku

"Do you ever feel like something's missing?"

"Something? Like what?"

(Or, the Happy Ending AU where Gojyo and Hakkai get jobs, get married, and adopt children)

There Needs No Ghost by Daegaer

Sanzo has a job for Gojyo and Hakkai. Unfortunately Hakkai has left Gojyo to his own devices, and has gone ghost hunting for some peace and quiet.

A Question of Trust by Sharpeslass

It's Gojyo's birthday, but he's not the only one in for some surprises.

Lauds by Nakimochiku

Hakkai's god is of the body, so he worships him with his body.

Wherever I Find Myself by louise_lux

"This place is a dump," Gojyo said, looking around.

He wasn't wrong. The unmistakable smell of mould curled through the rooms. The floorboards creaked and groaned under every step. The kitchen had been ransacked. Every pot and pan and plate—some of them still containing dried crusts of what had once presumably been food—had been pulled from the tables and cupboards and onto the floor. Clothes were flung about the bedroom; they lay collapsed on the rotting rugs like dead bodies, all covered in dust.

The owner, Mr Chan, stood next to Hakkai. He had a sooty black mole on his bald head. It wasn't a youkai mark. "The last people left in a hurry. I couldn't find any one to rent during the—bad time." He darted his gaze away from Hakkai and fixed it on the mess on the floor.

"It'll take a lot of cleaning," Hakkai said. "I like it."

Proving It by aeternum_vale

As the journey draws near the end, Hakkai and Gojyo finally feel they are different people willing to say what they need to.

The Sinews of the Heart by theskywasblue

Hakkai always assumed he would be the one to go mad.

The World Through a Monocle by Nadare

When one discussion between a pair of friends crosses a line, would you embrace that new change or disregard it? Vague spoilers for Saiyuki Gaiden.

1001 by macavitykitsune

A death sends Hakkai down the path of déja vu and a thousand deaths, but the ending might not be the same.

Negative Movement by Sylvia

Gojyo's been feeling kinda off for a couple days or so. Turns out it's not the flu.

A Momentary Lapse of Reason by Rroselavy

Hakkai does a bad, bad thing. Can Gojyo forgive him?

The Best Medicine by theskywasblue

Hakkai helps Gojyo trade pain for pleasure.

Jealous of Your Cigarette by TJ_Dragonblade

Gojyo's smoking inspires Hakkai

Simple Pleasures by theskywasblue

Sha Gojyo is a simple man.

The Bottom Line by opalmatrix

Gojyo needs some new jeans. Hakkai's going to make sure they get their money's worth.

Proof by emungere

Gojyo/Hakkai, knifeplay or whipping – Hakkai begging reluctant Gojyo to tie him down and hurt him.

One of Those Things by scribblemoose

Playing Doctor by TJ_Dragonblade

Healer Hakkai and Gojyo with a minor wound...

You Can Bend, or You Can Break by Viridian5

Waking up after his youkai fight with Seiten Taisei after Goku’s nearly fatal shooting, Hakkai asks Gojyo for some information and makes some conclusions.

Bound by ehvul_butterfly (summerbutterfly)

Gojyo/Hakkai: bondage - Perhaps it was a bit extreme, but he was tired of Gojyo whoring around without even noticing him.

Need by Sylvia

Sha Gojyo isn't what anyone needs, really. Or is he?

Distant Relations by Sylvia

"Well, well," the water-imp said, a distinct hint of condescension in his tone. "What a surprise."

Rest in Pieces, or What a rescue Ent(r)ails by AbsoluteNegation

One take on what might have happened in the immediate aftermath of Hakkai's daring rescue of Gojyo in the Burial arc. A bit of romance, a touch of humour, and a lot of blood.

Tenacious by Lady_Ganesh

Things don't always go easily on the journey back home.

Other Nights Than This by theskywasblue

Gojyo wonders about the past.

Reflections by Kirathaune

A much-needed haircut gives Gojyo an opportunity to discover something about himself... and Hakkai, too. Minor spoilers for Blast Volume 3.

Déjà Vu by AluraGayle

Even with his limiters in place, Hakkai still battles for control. Sometimes, he can slip.

Home from the Sea, Home from the Hill by emungere

Hakkai is weird.

This, Gojyo feels, is something that people tend to forget. Even Sanzo seems to take Hakkai at face value more often than not, and Hakkai's face always shows the same value. Gojyo knows better.

The Lesson by Lady_Ganesh

Gojyo and Hakkai spend some time in the classroom.

Take the Chill Out by theskywasblue

Gojyo still remembers long winters when he shivered relentlessly, wore every piece of clothing he owned, and smoked to stay warm - felt like that was the only thing there was to do - but these days his joints ache in the deep winter; he’d rather be warm than look like a tough guy.

💚Hakkai x Gojyo❤️x🖤Tenpou x Kenren💜

As it is in heaven by chibi_zoe

The actions of Earth are merely a reflection of the actions in Heaven.

Red Wine Celebration by GloriousGoblinQueen

Kenren gets Tenpou something special for his birthday. A little over 500 years later, something similar occurs.

🖤Tenpou x Kenren💜

Beauty by Lady_Ganesh

The Field Marshal watches his General.

Echoes of a Red Chamber Dream by summerbutterfly

Away from the pressures of Heaven, Tenpou dreams.

The Courtship of Tenpou Gensui by MistressRenet

Kenren knows exactly what he wants. Tenpou resists, for a while.

on your knees, general by antikytheras

Kenren accidentally proposes.

No Me Without You by opalmatrix

When Kenren is seriously injured, Tenpou comes face to face with his feelings about "that person."

The Nature of the Rose by opalmatrix

Sometimes, explanations are helpful. This is not one of those times.

Just like this, forever by ItsAiryBro

Kenren has needs, and Tenpou loves to satisfy them

The Pencil Is Mightier by HelenaHandbasket

"Oftentimes, one can gain the upper hand by simply encouraging the opponent's body to continue in the direction it is naturally inclined to go."

I'm 10 years late, guys, but I'm ready to be a part of this fandom!

[mask131]

In the spirit of fairness, I will talk about one of the bad points of Helluva Boss. Because yes, Helluva Boss does have flaws and problems (not that I complain a lot about them because IT'S A FRIGGIN FREE SHOW - and for someone who is crushed by the economical inflation the concept of "free" is very important), and because, while I do consider that the hater-community of Helluva Boss has started a slippage into "let's cut ourselves from reality" that might end up one day in another Silent Hill Circumcision incident ; I also do consider that among the fans of Helluva Boss there are clearly people who are too immature for the show. Not immature as in "Haha, poop joke", I am speaking of immature as in emotion-wise immature, and also can't split reality from fiction.

... Now that I say this, the problem of confusing reality and fiction IS actually the flaw of both extremes and the reasons things go bad. Anyway.

Today I want to speak about the "Octavia is a cockblocker" moment. Now if you don't know, a LOT of fans got pissed off at Brandon Rogers in a recent interview because he explained his profound disdain of the character of Octavia. He told the interviewer in all honesty that he had told Vivienne Medranno about how he believed the show would have been better with Octavia removed - but the point that really set in flame some of the immature fans is when he described Octavia as simply being a "cock-blocker" when looking at her from the point of view of Blitzo's story. (Because that's another thing people seem to forget, but to be fair the show itself seems to forget it sometimes - this show is(was) meant Blitzo's story. It is called "Helluva Boss" and Blitzo is the Helluva Boss, and on the very first thumbnail it was just Blitzo's face and nobdoy else)

But enough digression. Many people got VERY angry at Brandon Rogers for saying this and called him many things including a "disgusting man" or "garbage" for "calling a 17 years old a cockblocker".

... Already if you are a sane and logical person you notice the first big red flag. Octavia is not a real person. To say that Octavia being called a cock-blocker is a disgusting move because "she is 17" is treating her as if she was a real person. And we have already enough problems with people NOT defending actual real-life minors of flesh and blood, without having delusional people starting to defend fictional characters which are just bits of pixel moving on a screen. Mind you, I do understand where this feeling comes from - because we all remember the DISASTER of the Instagram accounts, and the very reason why they were closed, so of course there is this specific trauma that can be triggered...

But it doesn't remove important facts. Such as how Octavia is a fictional character, or how Brandon Rogers isn't just a voice actor for Helluva Boss, but also one of its writers, and thus he literaly can have the opinion he wants on the characters he works on. I can write a five-year old character in one of my story and still call him, when asked about it, a "little fucker" because I hate him. The real question isn't hether or not I can call him that - it is about whether or not it is justified to call him that. This is a VERY important nuance that a lot of people do not seem to get: creators and writers have the right to call and treat their character however their want, but what is important is what their judgement of said character reveals.

And so let's return to Octavia. Is she a cock-blocker?

Now the question isn't really that either. The thing a lot of people do not get with Brandon Rogers' interviews, mostly because a huge part of the audience of Helluva Boss is NOT aware or familiar with mister Rogers' long, long, LOOONNGG history of Youtube creation (he was doing videos long before some of the HB fans were even BORN) is that he is literaly the "offensive, crude, not for children" Youtube man, who made it a style, persona and trademark of ending a sketch by drinking a cup of cum or shouting swear words in the middle of supermarkets. That, plus as he explains very clearly in the interview, he identifies a lot with Blitzo's character and it does influence his judgement as he considers the story from the point of view of the character he is writing about and for.

All of that being said, "cock-blocker" does mean more than just "cock-blocker": what is being told here is that Octavia only "serves" as a character in relation to Stolas and Blitzo's relationship, and Rogers did very clearly say that all Octavia was doing all the time was "crying for her daddy". Putting aside the poetic words used - it did made me think about Octavia as a character, and... when you think of Octavia from a creator's point of view, she is right.

Putting aside the choice of ~ poetic ~ words, Octavia does indeed suffer from a specific character-writing problem. In fact I myself didn't like very much Octavia ever since her introduction, but I couldn't quite put my finger on why as she seemed like a complete character who didn't do anything specific to annoy me - but Rogers' comment on her role in the show being just a "crying cock-block" made me realize the truth. The reason I dislike Octavia, and what Brandon Rogers was actually conveying through his words, is that she is a "lamp-character".

Octavia only exists as an extension of Stolas' plotline and in relationship to him. She is only important and impactful for Stolas' subplots and little world within the Helluva Boss universe, and she doesn't really impact others around her. Sure, she does have a deeper interaction with Loona... But notice how it is more about Loona interacting with Octavia and influencing her than Octavia actually influencing Loona in any way. The only two episodes Octavia was in, are all about depicting her in light of her relationship with Stolas, and she only ever impacts or interacts with him. Sure, IMPS is dragged along - but more as a secondary consequence, and always by Stolas not so much Octavia herself. Stella doesn't suffer from this problem because, unlike Octavia, she DOES interact and impact the Helluva Boss universe outside of Stolas' character bubble - by being the boss of Striker, thus having her involved in a whole other side of the world.

However Octavia is so walled in and isolated into Stolas' subplot that she fails badly at the "lamp-test". I don't recall the exact name of this test, but it is simply about "Can this character be replaced by a lamp, and will it change anything?" It was originally designed specifically for the writing of female characters - which makes it even more fitting because Helluva Boss does have a problem with female characters.

LooLoo Land: Octavia can be replaced by a lamp and the plot won't change. Stolas has to bring his lamp to the park for whatever reason (maybe he wants to repair it), but in the process he uses this trip as an excuse to have the IMPS, and at the end he almost loses his lamp and someones tries to steal it away from him, but he gets it back and all is fine.

Sure there are emotional scenes and some character interactions - but plot wise, Octavia herself is not important, as she is a narrative tool and plot excuse.

Same thing with the Hollywood episode. Replace the plot with "Stolas loses his lamp, that gets sent to the human world, and he must get it back" - and the episode STILL WORKS.

While some might be offended by Brandon Rogers' comment of Octavia being just a living cock-blocker for the Stolas-Blito relationship that should be removed to make the show better ; he is actually conveyed in his usual offensive way a truth. Octavia only exists as an extension of Stolas' character, feelings and dilema. All she does is cry about missing her father, and so far the two episodes she was in literaly repeat the same plot and dynamic of "Sad girl, gets away, father returns, they bond again". She does not impact the plot in such a meaningful way that she is NEEDED, she can literaly be replaced by a lamp and the narrative wouldn't move, she does not interact meaningfully with any character outside of her father (and yes, the show not exploring Stella's relationship with her daughter is another big hole caused by the unbalance and poor thoughts put into Octavia's character)... Octavia literaly only exists to cry and make Stolas feel bad, and that's it.

Mind you, this post might age badly when the show returns post-October, because we have been teased (and spoiled by the cursed leakers, damned be their souls) of Octavia actually FINALLY having an impactful role that will change the narrative in future episode, so thanks the devils for that! But until then... so far Octavia literaly is a lamp-character that has no real use outside of starting a plot that is not about her, and making Stolas more depressed. Stella is a much more interested, needed and well-written character than Octavia - and yet Stella is far less complex or compelling, and much more superficial than Octavia's character is.

And it is quite a flaw when your one-sided, flat-character of a villain is more essential to your plot than the character you want an audience to feel involved with.

[dekusleftsock]

How shocked and how dramatic do you think the broader scope of mha consumers will be when toga doesn’t actually die? How they’re jumping the gun into thinking that she’s dead just due to a blood transfusion?

Imma be honest I am living in a bit of an echo chamber rn, there’s not all that much I really KNOW about their reactions.

For all I know, I feel like it’ll be an average Tuesday yk, kinda like when bakugou wasn’t ACTUALLY dead and people weren’t freaking out over it.

I have this like, image in my head sometimes. Ochako, Izuku, Katsuki, and Toga are standing on a hill in silence with a sunset background. There’s nothing said, no words spoken, but it’s always what I imagine the ending to this series. Do I think or want what I imagine to happen? Not really. I want toga and ochako to get a kiss, or at the very least I want bkdk to kiss bc it IS a slowburn.

But unfortunately what I’m personally most scared of is if izu//ocha just never become a thing and… bkdk + tgck are just implied. Because it’s not what I think will create genuine change. What will create change is a confirmation of one or both of them that, yes, these two same sex characters are lovers. And there’s no argument you can make, or theory you can write, or hc that can make this be anything than what it is: True queer representation.

Do I think toga not being dead will create uproar? Maybe some. Maybe in the distant annoying fans on Twitter who complain about “the 30 year old white women who like bkdk”, but do they really matter? They’re a loud minority sure, but most of them are just fucking wannabe edgelords that like making people angry or uneasy. They like a show, a reaction. That’s it. That’s all they ever want.

But what I want though? I want shonen jump’s merch to take a spike in sales for mha, I want people across the world confused and disoriented that this random anime has been trending for weeks on Twitter, I want tumblr to break itself and your dash to be filled with nothing but the fact that mha’s joke ships fucking won. Bkdk’s are REALLY easy to make fun of. A lot of them are teenagers, a lot of them are lgbt, and there’s a lot of them in general. They’re everywhere. Just like how in my state we call New Yorkers the “roaches of the east coast”, mha fans are kind of the roaches of anime fandoms. It would affect everyone, even people who could give less of a fuck about the manga.

(I mean that in the best way possible btw, I love that we’re everywhere and I can be connected to so many different types of people just bc mha is so big. WE THE ROACHES BABYYYYY)

What I mean by all of this is that, I want mha to be a silly footnote in queer history. There’s very few shows that get the opportunity to even be decently popular, much less as popular as mha. In my mind, mha has a chance to say “fuck you” to all of the misogynistic and homophobic people in the world personally. They came into mha to get a battle shonen, and they leave with the first large shonen manga with not one, but two queer love stories.

That doesn’t happen often, or ever. Horikoshi has the ability to make a name for himself as someone who mattered, or someone who became another cog in the machine. Thats what I think will truly create a reaction.