#you want your son to be you. you are already you. you hate you. there cannot be two of you.

[seumyo]

bakugou’s never been happier to do this alongside you.

The sound of Bakugou’s ringtone—specifically one for those calls—the kind that only came when villains decided to cause trouble at ungodly hours—jolted him awake on the second ring. The kind that meant neither of you were getting any more sleep.

He groaned loudly, his voice raspy from sleep. “Son of a—” He didn’t even finish the curse as he snatched his phone and squinted at the glowing screen. “What the hell is it this time?”

Beside him, you stirred, mumbling groggily as you pulled the blanket over your head. “Is it another one?” you asked sleepily, your voice muffled.

Bakugou ignored you for the moment, his phone pressed to his ear as the barking voice of the dispatcher filled the room. His brows furrowed deeper, his scowl turning deadly as he listened to the report. “Villains in the old district? At this hour? Those bastards don’t sleep or somethin’? Yeah, yeah—I got it. We’ll be there.”

He slammed the phone down on the bed, letting out a deep sigh as he scrubbed a hand down his face. “Goddamn it. I hate this stupid job.”

You let out a small laugh beneath the blanket. “Liar.”

Bakugou glared at the lump of fabric that was you—his partner. “What’d you just say?”

“You heard me,” you teased, peeking out just enough for him to see the drowsy smile on your face—which can barely be seen with the dim light of the moonlight outside the bedroom window. “You love this job, Kats. You’d combust without it.”

“Like hell I would,” he muttered, standing up and running a hand through his already messy hair. “I’m only outta bed ‘cause I don’t trust those extras not to screw up.”

“You’re up because you want to. Big difference.”

“Whatever.” Bakugou shot you a glance over his shoulder. “Hurry your ass up. Don’t got time for you to sit there all cozy like we ain’t got villains to blow up.”

You didn’t budge.

“Give me two minutes. I just need to—hey!”

Bakugou had moved without warning, stomping back to the bed and scooping you up in one fluid motion. You let out a surprised squeak as he effortlessly picked you up, blanket and all, and cradled you against his chest.

“Katsuki!” you protested, trying to wriggle free. “What are you doing?!”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, barely sparing you a glance as he carried you toward the door. “You’re slow as hell when you’re tired. This’ll save time.”

“You can’t just carry me every time we get called in!”

“Watch me.”

He stomped down the hallway, his bare feet thudding against the wooden floor, while his voice dipped into a string of curses. “Stupid villains. Stupid middle-of-the-night calls. Stupid hero work. I’m gonna blast whoever’s causing this into the next century.”

You couldn’t hold back your laughter now, your head falling back against his shoulder. “You sound like a cranky old man.”

“Keep talkin’ and I’m droppin’ you,” Bakugou threatened. “Why the hell are you laughin’? Think this is funny?”

“Very. You’re like my happy pill.”

“Yeah? And you’re heavy,” he grumbled, though the way he carried you effortlessly said otherwise.

“Excuse me?!”

A corner of Bakugou’s mouth quirked up as he looked down at you, amusement flickering in his eyes despite his perpetual scowl. “I didn’t say nothin’. Quit wastin’ time.”

You smiled against his shoulder, listening to him grumble about this whole ordeal. He sounded pissed—like the world had wronged him personally by waking you two up—but you could see the truth in his actions. His grip was steady, his movements careful as he carried you to where your hero gear was waiting. It was such a Bakugou thing to do: grumble and complain, but still take care of you without hesitation.

By the time you make it to the gear room, Bakugou carefully sets you down on your feet. You wobbled slightly from the sudden shift, and Bakugou’s hand instinctively shot out to steady you.

“Oi, don’t fall on me now.”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you murmured, rubbing your eyes before turning to grab your hero suit. “You’re way too grumpy for someone who just carried me all the way here. Admit it—you love being a hero.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth.”

“You do, though,” you teased, already halfway into your gear. “I know you do.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue, but he didn’t argue. Instead, his voice softened just enough to make you pause. “I wouldn’t do this job if it meant leavin’ you to deal with shit alone.”

You stilled, looking at him from the corner of your eye. He was standing by the doorway now, fully suited up and waiting for you, his face set in his usual determined scowl. But something about the way he looked at you, about the small, unspoken truths in his words, made your chest feel warm.

“Y’know, you’re so sweet to me at the most inconvenient times. Why can’t you say things like that when I don’t look like I’ve been ran over by a truck because I’m sleep deprived?”

“Die.”

“Is that your way of saying you love me too, Ka-tsu-ki?”

He scoffed. “Hurry up, dumbass. We’ve got work to do.”

“Ha! You didn’t deny it, so I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Shut up, you’re annonyin’.”

You smiled faintly, finishing the last of your preparations before walking over to him. “But you love me.”

“Of fucking course,” Bakugou said, opening the door and stepping out into the brisk night air. “Let’s go. Those idiots could only hold out for so long ‘cause they really had to call us in.”

You followed close behind, still smiling to yourself as you fell into step next to him. Despite his grumbles, despite the curses under his breath, Bakugou had never been happier. Because at the end of the day, no matter how ungodly the hour, you were always there—and as far as he was concerned, nothing else mattered.

Because he loves this job—especially when he’s doing it alongside you.

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[nadjasnandor]

what I don't understand is like .... they wrote the guillermo and nandor dynamic the way they did AND made both of them queer. like. nobody asked them to do ANY of that. so turning around and mocking everyone who very reasonably looked at what the writers of this show wrote and said "they are written like a couple" is just a baffling thing to do. imho

Exactly. And if you don't mind, I'm going to use your ask as an excuse to write out why I'm upset about certain things, because what you said is the root of my problem.

My disappoint doesn't come from Nandor/Guillermo not going canon in the traditional sense (at least not fully), but from the very 2010s-esque way everyone seems to be talking about fans post-finale. Basically saying they never intended Nandor & Guillermo to be anything but platonic and blaming the weird fans for wanting their pornographic whishes (🙄) to actually happen in the show, like they were not in any way responsible for creating those wishes, is insulting but, more importantly, not true. And they can't convince me otherwise because I was there, watching the whole thing unfold in real time.

I already mentioned being remotely normal about Nandor/Guillermo pre season 3 and there is a reason for that. During the first season the fandom was small. And by that I mean both Nandor/Guillermo shippers and also the people watching wwdits in general. During season 1, sometimes all you saw when going into the tags was about 5 of my gifsets in a row, for instance. Even if people watched the show, they didn't really interact with it in a fandom-y way. During the middle of s1, I complained about there not being Nandor/Guillermo fics at all and even between s1 and s2 I posted about there not being a lot. It was also this era when the first mentions of possible canon romantic feelings were brought up and it was by Harvey himself, who said he thinks Guillermo has feelings for his boss. This was, of course, only Harvey explaining how he views his character but I feel it's important because, as it's been mentioned before, Harvey came up with a lot of Guillermo's character, starting with his surname. He basically created current Guillermo. In the original pilot script, Guillermo is a 40-something, very bitter man. Quite different from our Guillermo and it's all thanks to Harvey.

But during this period, that is during s1 and s2, anything romantic between Nandor and Guillermo was purely accidental and mostly due to Kayvan and Harvey's chemistry. We all knew this, even if by s2 we did get the first articles about Nandor & Guillermo's relationship being maybe not fully platonic. By the end of season 2, the fandom has grown for sure but it was still nowhere near its current size. We also had Nandor say he treated Guillermo like a son, which was quite annoying but we at least knew where we stood with the show. Didn't stop us from shipping those two, of course, because fandoms have survived on less (Looking back, it is funny how much I hated that line when now it's just *vaguely gestures around*). It's important to note that after season 2, Jemaine left and Paul took over. And then came season 3.

There is a reason why I was so insane about the Cloak of Duplication and then Gail. The former canonized Guillermo's feelings for Nandor on screen for the first time and the latter showed that it was not just a single episode, throw away scene. Instead they continued with Guillermo being jealous of Nandor and his sexual partner. That was huge. But the fandom still hasn't blown up fully, that happened later during season 3. And I think it's important to say that because they wrote and filmed season 3 before the show blew up. They cannot say they wrote those scenes to please (or bait) fans. They weren't 'pressured' to do anything with Nandor and Guillermo. Season 3 was also when the very heavy Nandor/Guillermo promoting started. (Like the parody of The Bodyguard poster with 'Never fall in lo-', for example). Now, I don't remember if the first articles calling them the will-they-won't-they couple of the show came out during this season or later, but it was definitely past season 3. So by the end of season 3 the fandom has grown large and people were obviously very into the ship.

Now we can say shippers are pushy or annoying but fans can be annoying in general. People can be annoying lol. When your show grows big enough, annoying people you don't like are going to watch it too. (I'm sure if those annoying people are cishet men then this burden is easier to bear but I digress. I am a little bitter, after all). But at this point, fans had no reason to be pushy, we thought every sign was pointing to canon romantic Nandor/Guillermo.

At this point, the show saw how large the fandom has grown and how invested people were in Nandor/Guillermo. If that's not what they wanted, if they felt people were seeing things differently than how they intented, they could have pulled back. They had enough time between season 3 and season 4 to do that. But they didn't. Instead, they doubled down and continued to do the same for 2 more season. Even if by season 5 the latest we already had Paul saying weird things about the dynamic.

Instead it seems they decided to pull back in season 6 but by then it was too late. People were expecting them to come through on the thing they have been teasing for 3 seasons. And then they blamed the fans for not liking what they offered up instead. For wanting 'pornographic scenes'. Because it's 'not that kind of a show'. They say this about a show with an episode called The Orgy.

And even while saying all that, they didn't stop them from teasing the fans until the very last moment. Nandor's 'you know what would be cooler than being friends' is just cruel lmao. And that's why it felt more like mocking to me. Not only because of what happened in the show, but because when I watch those scenes, I can't seperate them from how the cast and crew talk about the ship and the fans in interviews. They apparently now think it's stupid and weird but will gladly tease it in the show for whatever reason? It's funny because fans are weird and kinky, I guess. Things unheard of in relation to this show.

I also don't understand Kayvan and Harvey's complete 180 turn. During the early seasons, Kayvan was not really into the idea of the ship, saying it's a bit toxic due to the power imbalance in their dynamic but he seemed to go full throttle later, even overtaking Harvey in hyping the ship up. And then in the first post-finale interview, he says that 'Nandor is never going to have sex with Guillermo', even if the show left that door open with the last scene. And then there's Harvey, who was the first to say Guillermo has feelings for his boss, who is now championing the repserentation of platonic gay male friendships on tv. In his case, I can give him the benefit of doubt, because he must have his own experiences with that and it's not my place to dismiss or doubt them. I do find the change strange and have complained about it but it's more understandable than Kayvan's. (EDIT: I didn't read this interview after the finale but it just makes things even more confusing, if I'm honest.)

I tried to be as coherent as possible and write out all my thoughts about this topic but I most likely still missed some things. I don't really like to talk about my feelings and thoughts this elaborately because I find it difficult to fully express myself but I tried my best because I felt like I was going insane.

[sirxlla]

Spending New Years with the Batboys 🎉

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Dick: Of course being the social butterfly Dick was he wanted you to both be out and about. Of course being Bruce's son he was invited to several several New Year's Eve parties. This man was a complete Hufflepuff at heart with the way that he just loved people. He had one of those little cone hats on that had the little metallic plastic pieces that would go everywhere on top, putting one ontop of your head as well. He was always wondering about the cliches and everything so of course as everyone around the room counted down... dick pretended to be focused on the countdown as he shouted as well but as soon as it hit that final moment of the new year and abruptly kissed you almost knocking you off your feet at the same time. How could someone so agile, be so clumsy at the same time?

Jason: Already halfway through the night you were drunk as a skunk. This asshole challenge you to be your pong which of course he was a thousand times better at and you had down several several cups of cheap beer. Jason practically had you hanging off of him swearing your words and flirting with him in ways that made absolutely zero sense but also telling him you had a boyfriend? He was laughing his ass off cuz he thought it was just the funniest thing ever.

Bruce: Bruce had some sorta charity gala so he got dressed up all snazzy and he'd bought you this beautiful outfit to wear. Of course his entire night was filled with him having to make speeches because of course everyone in the entire city wants to hear Bruce Wayne speak. As the time got closer to the New Year arriving and he pulled you to the side into an unoccupied area so that he could spend some time with you alone to celebrate this together. The both of you watched the fireworks together in silence standing very close to each other and just enjoying each other's presents silently. As much as you wish Bruce would talk more there was times like this where you were so happy that the both of you could enjoy them and each other without saying anything.

Tim: "No, I promise. I can 100% stay up til then!" The both of you had been up for nearly 72 hours because of crimes and such in Gotham, this man also broke his coffee machine after already having six cups and he was bouncing off the walls like a ping pong ball. The two of you didnt even make it to ten p.m. before the both of you were past out on the couch after crashing. He did pass out before you which prompted your tired self to think it was funny to draw a mustache on his face and a dick on his cheek.

Damian: Damian thought the tradition was interesting but growing up within the League, a new year was still something to celebrate. Even so it was something you did on your own and not something you made a specticle of yourself out of to do it. There were no fireworks, resolutions or large acts of love. Damian never needed a holiday to prove his love, its one of the reasons he hated Valentine's day too. He spent his New Years Eve in the cave sparring with you occasionally and secretly catching his watch. He might not have been into the holiday stuff but he knew you kinda were and he kissed you as soon as his watch turned to midnight.

(Send me prompts, if you'd like <3)

Masterlists

[bigidiotenergytm]

“Unless, of course, you apologize for my son’s pains and all his cries.”

Odysseus, cunning as he, looked up at the King of Seas with a draining fear. He felt his heart racing in his throat, clawing out to let him scream but instead, he breathed through his nose. In, and out, he needs to find his words. He needs to find a way out of this, for him and for his men.

“Lord Poseidon,” He bows his head, forcing himself to behave. To seem weak, to seem smaller and delicate, to present himself as prey when the wolf in him begs to hold his head high and be a predator

He holds his hands out in front of him, a prayer pose to the Einalic God of the sea. “Lord Poseidon, earth-moving, dark haired like the sea. Please,” He hates that word coming out of him. ‘Please’, to plead with a God is pitiful. How far the mighty fall. “I beg you, please, do not hurt my men, my people, for my mistakes. They have done no wrong in following a foolish king’s wills. They would not have acted without my word, this is not their fault.”

He takes a step forward, outstretching his hands further. “I ask that you allow me to appease you for my crimes. For our safe return, my men and I, I will give myself to you.”

Poseidon sees it.

King of Ithaca. Warrior of the Mind. The Cunning. Poseidon sees the things this Greek is trying to be. Trying to be, oh, so GREAT, and, oh, so bold— putting on yet another character of his. Playing the part. The role that Odysseus ASSUMES that the God of Seas wants. The king turns into the beggar. Spewing naivetes, spewing hopefulness. Each word from that silver-tongue DROWNS in it all. In insincerity. In the weight on his shoulders. He hides in it, that pride.

To SEEM weak. There's nothing seeming about it.

The grip around his trident tightens. Tighter, tighter, yet tighter. The man moves, only stepping closer to the three spears. The trident, moves. The cold metal etching across his tanned skin, all but too eager to sink itself into FLESH. It doesn't stop there. It doesn't stop until the middle spear presses itself right under one of Odysseus's eyes. Just deep enough to see a small trickle of man's blood caress that edge. Mouth-watering.

A prey presenting himself to a predator on a silver platter.

The God's head tilts. Black, oceanic strands blowing in Aeolus's winds. His cyan eyes narrow at Odysseus, shooting a cold within him from his gaze alone.

No. This mighty one hasn't fallen yet.

"Oh." The Sea God's head lifts. "You'll 'GIVE' me. How generous of you." Cocky, cocky King of Ithaca.

"And who are YOU," The blackness from his hair takes over his form. His weapon sinking into a pitch of the deepest ocean. "You insolent little Greek," His body shifts. The Sea growing larger as he all but CURLS around his prey. Forming behind the little king, a powerful stallion with multiple rows of sharp teeth only grinning. Closer, closer, yet closer. Until the huffs from his nostrils coats the shell of Odysseus's ear. "To believe I HAVEN'T CLAIMED YOU ALREADY?"

Odysseus of Ithaca's life only but belonged to him. "You will K͇̣͙̝̲̰̲͍̘ͅ ͉̞͔̩̱̭̫̦̻̭̯͍̞̣͇N͇̰̤͉̳͖̞̘͙̥͉̠̝̪̞͙ͅ ̝̱͇̞̣͇͍̼̤̘͇̣̖̰ͅE̲͉̭̰ ̹͓͚̲̳̺̩ͅE̖͍̰͈͇̹̲͍̝̦̲͓ͅ ̩̹̱̳͔̻̼͙̝̲̼̤̻͚L̝͙̞̤̮͇̻̼͍̻ ͈̻̠̹͎̱̣̥͎.̳̦̣̣̼̰̺"

"And your men will W̰̻͔̪̣̠̭͇͈̹̼ͅ ̝̝̭͉͓ͅA̮̱͇͓̭̪̳͎̫̥̘͙̞̳ ̬̰̯̝̼͓͇͕͎̰̞̗ͅṮ͓̱̟̭͇̟͙̗̠̝̙̗̳̭̥̙ ̣͉̰͕͖̥͙̲̰̮̱C͕̬̠͚̝͖̝̙̙̖̫̬ ͇͎̯H̦͕̞̱͉̬̗̹͇̳̬̹ ̹̫͎̩͔͔̝.͖͈̼̫̫̜̩͍̠̞"

[candy-fae]

Not to rant on a side blog but I just found out in mufasa they retconned scar and mufasa to NOT be brothers and like. That was my first hyperfixation so I am upset about this for a few reasons!!! Incoming rant.

I'm gonna call it the princess Luna effect. Scar is getting princess Luna'd and let me explain how.

Disney would never make a villain kill someone now. Maybe in the background have it be implied. Maybe IMPLY some degree of violence. But they would never put on a production of hamlet in a different font, because killing people is bad, and Disney doesn't WANT parents to be mad and not give them money. We already know this, and yes, it severely limits them giving their villains credible weight, thus struggling to make us engage in a conflict that isn't environmental. But aside from the fact that this is an OBVIOUS crab for cash and their copywrite, they've managed to try and make scar more palatable.

Hmm. Let's see. I want to be a king. I was born the spare, to my stronger, prouder older brother. I now have to wait for him to die to rule. But I can't fight him. He's too good. Oh! He has a son. GREAT. now I'll never be king. Unless the little hairball dies. Hmm. And he'd do anything for his son. I know! I'm going to kill my son by putting my nephew in danger, then when he's dead, just for SHITS AND GIGGLES- I'm gonna tell him it was his fault. I plan to kill him anyway. But I'm just such a devious asshole and don't wanna get my hands dirty, it would be easier to send him the wrong way, then send my guys on him.

And so he does. And was it jealousy, horrible and churning an corrupting that did it? Absolutely. And is it mufasas fault? Not at all. People hate you because you are loved by others and that a shitty of them. Scar is a murderer, and responsible for one of the greatest betrayals of animation.

What I'm having the issue with is- there's old canon that I'm pretty positive straight up gives them canon parents. They are blood related and surprise!! Siblings look different sometimes. Hamlet was a stage play and animation is like a mask. They drew the fucker like a snake because he is one.

And secondly- I get the feeling they did it so we could empathize with him. But he doesn't need empathizing!!! He has one purpose in the story and that IS to be horrific!! It's FUN to think about "what if the bad guy...... WASN'T the bad guy!!!"

But he is. And attempting to add more depth by retconning and making it so mufasa STOLE the throne in someway- just weakens his original betrayal. We are suppose to be horrified. We are suppose to cry when mufasa dies. I saw some people saying it's to set up love and Kiara but- kovu is stated in the lion King 2 to NOT be scars son. So the only thing I can think here is "oh. They want to make scar palatable. That's stupid."

What do you think?

"You are my blood brother I've known since I was born. But I will kill you and my nephew if it means I get what you have."

Or

"This thing was SUPPOSE to be mine and you STOLE it from me. I'm taking it back!"

Scar is no suppose to be justified. He's just suppose to be cruel. Let your bad guys be bad. I'm so sick of watering down evil. Makes the story much less about overcoming it.

[moolovesyou]

thanksgiving | angus tully x reader

a/n: watching boy meets world while writing. I USED FEMININE PRONOUNS, let me know if that's something you would prefer to be vague instead!! thanks for requesting cutie patootie!! :-] lmk if u would... like a part 2 for the dance maybe?

request: "truly adore you for carrying the angus community on your back… could you maybe write something about reader and angus not getting along (only because angus is smitten & an idiot who doesn’t know what to do about it so he gives off a completely wrong impression)?"

s: your family invites the Clotfelter's for Thanksgiving dinner, meaning you have to tolerate an entire dinner with the off-putting Angus Tully.

w: cursing, female pronouns.

wc: 1.9k

"Mom. Please. I'd rather go to Alcatraz for a semester instead of have dinner with them."

"I don't understand what's wrong with the Clotfelter's." Your mom flattened the tablecloth.

"It's not necessarily all of them I have a problem with." You mumbled.

The Clotfelter's had been a family friend ever since Stanley had been introduced into the picture. Him and your dad were best friends, which meant your family was one of the first to be introduced to the new and improved Tully's turned Clotfelter's. There were countless dinners hosted that lasted hours too long. It was constantly back and forth between houses. It could've been like any other boring family event. Tolerable. Unfortunately, their son had proven to be quite the obstacle.

You don't know why Angus Tully hated you. He practically loathed you. At least, that's what it seems like. He never said it outright, but he didn't have to. Ever since the first time he came around, it was an acrobatic endeavor to have any sort of genuine prospering conversation. You would try everything. A funny anecdote. A thought-provoking question. A joint quest to the outdoors. None of the attempts amounted to anything. He would always just kind of sit in silence. It was worse when he would talk though; always accompanied by an eyeroll and a sassy huff. He was a complete mystery.

So, you weren't exactly excited for Thanksgiving dinner with them. This was the dinner of all dinners. The one that your parents would kill you for if there was an ounce of angst in your face. There was no hope stored for you. You were better off waiting for leftovers. Nevertheless, you were stuck waiting for them on the driveway.

"Oh! That's them." Your mom chirped. She walked over to you, straightening your collar.

The three of you moved aside as the Clotfelter family parked in your driveway. You took a deep breath, stuffing your nerves down with crisp cold air. The slam of the car doors lifted your head. Your parents instantly rushed over to them, causing you to reluctantly follow.

"Y/N! How are you?" Judy embraced you in a lung-crushing hug. She carried a glass platter of god-knows what.

"Hello, YN." Stanley hugged you as well. Your parents ushered them inside.

That left you and Angus standing awkwardly.

"Um. . . Hi." You spoke sheepishly. He stared at you intensely with his lips pushed together into a fine line. You could never decipher what he was thinking. Is he staring at you because you have something in your eye or because he wants to microwave you?

"Hey." Angus muttered. His height made him loom over you. He was like a socially anxious batman. He stook his hand out. You clasped his hand in a clammy, firm handshake. It had the same formality as a business negotiation. He dropped his hand to his thigh, rubbing it against the fabric of his pants. His head turned to glance into the street because apparently it was more interesting than you.

Just then, your parents swooped in like angels and called you inside. You hurried inside, Angus trotting behind you in swift steps. The table was already set with bowls and plates of food that would have you knocked out by dessert.

The Clotfelter's sat on one side of the table, while you and your parents sat opposite to them. Angus sat across from you. He fiddled with his curls, long fingers entangling in his strands.

Before you knew it, the chatter had begun. The adults exchanged in grueling conversation topics that made you rot in boredom. You swished your mashed potatoes around on the plate.

"Y/N, how's school?" Stanley asked, making you perk your head up.

"Uh, it's alright. There's a winter dance soon, that's all the talk." You smiled shyly.

"Oh! I've heard of that. It's between both academies right, Barton and Wickline?" Judy chipped in. You nodded along in correspondence. "You must have boys lining up to take you."

Angus froze mid-chew, glancing at you quickly. His gaze was expectant. He sat up straight, squaring his shoulders.

You chuckled nervously, "Not really."

"Unbelievable. You're such a pretty girl. Isn't she, Angus?" Judy nudged Angus with her elbow.

He choked on a bite of turkey, coughing so hard his face turned red. Judy patted him on his back, concern laced on her face.

"Uh, sure. Yeah." He muttered, before shoving a bite too big of food into his mouth. His cheeks were stuffed like a squirrel. You scrunched your face in confusion.

"I think it would be good for these two to pair up for that dance. Might get her out of a book for once." Your dad joked, causing the table to erupt in chuckles and laughs. Well, except for you and Angus. Your faces were beet red at this point.

From across the table, Angus rolled his eyes. He stabbed his fork into a piece of chopped carrot. You couldn't help but be hurt. Was the idea of going out with you that repulsive to him? You narrowed your gaze at Angus. He chewed on his lips as your stare burned into his forehead.

"So, Angus. I heard about the vacation you guys are planning. Are you excited?" Your mom questioned him.

"Saint Kitts, yeah. Just glad to get some time away from school." He gave a small toothy grin, fiddling with the sleeve of his shirt.

"I think a bit of sun will do you good." You piped in, your heart beating fast. It was code talk for "I hope you burn to a crisp." Your nails dug into the skin of your palm as you clenched your fist.

He brought his hand to his pale face, his jaw slightly ajar. The parents laughed, slipping into another general bit of gossip. Angus furrowed his brows, his gaze flickering between your eyes. You scowled at him.

The rest of the dinner was forgettable. Two-thirds of the table was engaged in oblivious chatter. The other half had a blanket of tension sending the both of you into a blazing vacuum of fiery nerves.

Cutlery clicked against plates as everyone leaned farther into their seats. The food was obliterated. Not a trace left except for the struggle to breathe everyone shared.

"Y/N, Angus, could you both clean up?" One of the parents spoke up. You both instantly peeked at each other. They had all decided to abandon the table, retreating to the family room.

You had almost forgotten to breathe. It was like time froze and it was waiting for one of you to do something. As if fate yanked you both, the two of you leaned to grab a plate; fingers brushing against each other for a second. Angus flinched away. What the fuck is his problem?

You stacked a load of plates, lugging them to the kitchen. You started on washing the dishes. Angus creeped over in silence, slowly placing more plates beside you. He stood beside you, lingering. Every second he spent not doing anything, not saying anything, would turn your aggravation up one tick. You couldn't take his silence anymore.

"Why don't you like me?" You slammed the sponge into the sink, water splashing everywhere.

"W-What?" Angus stuttered, his eyes wide with fear and surprise.

"I said, Why. Don't. You. Like. Me." You stepped forward with each word, backing Angus slowly into a wall. He touched the wall with a small thud.

"Where did you get that impression?" His face was flushed. Angus was buckling under pressure. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, a dry mouth materializing.

"Oh, I don't know." You spat sarcastically. You waved your arms in the air sporadically. "You don't look at me. You don't talk to me. I mean, I thought you were just shy. It was cute at first. Now, it seems like the mere idea of going out with me is revolting."

"Woah." Angus's face morphed into a confuzzled but serious expression. He grabbed you by the wrist, lowering your arms down by your waist. Yet, he didn't release his grip. It was a featherlight grasp. His eyes held a solemn look. "I'm sorry."

That was easy. Too easy. You bit your lip, refraining from rambling and hurling accusations.

"I wish I didn't appear that way. I just get nervous. . . around you." He continued.

What? "Huh? But-. . . I don't get it? Why? You rolled your eyes and acted like a whiny bitch, no offense." You shook your head in disbelief.

He chuckled, licking his lips.

"It's okay. God, I'm such an idiot." He threw his head back, banging it against the wall softly. "I would act like a whiny bitch because every time I said something, I thought it was completely stupid. I didn't want to embarrass myself. Now, I'm realizing everything I did was stupid. . . I'm so sorry, Y/N. You're just so. . . cool and awesome and. . . attractive."

"So, you don't utterly despise me?" You whispered, the thought seemed appalling now.

"Not at all." Angus took a deep breath, smiling at your shyness. "It's. . . actually quite the opposite."

"What does that mean, wallflower?" You grinned, biting the inside of your cheek to halt your smile.

"I think it means I like you." Angus leaned close, murmuring into your ear. You could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

"You think?"

"I know."

Your breath hitched. The two of you looked at each other with smitten smiles. It would send Shakespeare into overdrive.

"Can we start over?" You said in a hushed tone.

"Sure." Angus chuckled. Without missing a beat, he turned around swiftly, before turning back around with a surprised expression. "Hello there."

"Hi." You giggled.

"I'm Angus. " He reached his hand forward.

"I'm Y/N." You connected your palms. It was much different than earlier. Your nerves had traveled and evaporated out of your skin; your body felt like it was floating away and Angus was the only thing keeping you grounded. "I heard there's a dance this winter."

"Yeah?" He breathed, a smirk on his face. His eyes were half-lidded, his stare never leaving from your face. He was making up for all the averted glances that kept him from keeping your face etched into his mind forever.

"Would you like to go to the dance with me, Angus?" You took his other hand, interlocking fingers. Angus caressed your hand with his thumb. The more you looked at him, the more he absolutely bewitched you. Every curl in his hair looped straight to your heart. His scent was something you wished they sold in bottles. How could you ever neglect this beautiful boy?

"I'd love to, Y/N." He brought your hand up to his lips, planting a small peck. All that time spent thinking he was a complete recluse, you hadn't even considered he had a romantic side to him. "Has anyone ever told you how gorgeous you are?"

"Save it for the dance, handsome." You placed your hand on his chest. His skin prickled with goosebumps at the feeling of your touch. "We got dishes to wash."

Angus flashed another toothy smile, scooching beside you and picking up another sponge. Your faces were flushed with infatuation. You never would've thought at the end of the day you would be caught blushing by the one and only Angus Tully. But here you were, and god were you thankful for it.

[aasouthteranoswife]

Claimed by the Devil

Warning(s): Abduction/Kidnapping, Non-consensual Behavior, drugs, Emotional Manipulation, Dubious Consent, P and V penetration, Power Imbalance, Coercion, Dark Themes, Physical Restraint, Cursing, Toxic Relationships, Crying, and Hitting. 

Summary: When you're abducted by Toji Fushiguro, the ruthless leader of a powerful gang, you're thrust into a dangerous game of power and control. Trapped in his world, his possessive gaze and commanding presence leave you questioning your will to resist as the lines between captivity and desire blur.

The room is dim, lit by a single swinging bulb casting shadows over cracked concrete walls. You're seated in a dusty chair, wrists bound. Your head swims from whatever drug they used, fragments of chaos flashing in your memory—the alley, the struggle, and Toji Fushiguro stepping through the smoke like a predator.

“You’re awake,” he drawls, leaning against the doorframe, his presence suffocating. His sharp eyes rake over you, making your skin prickle.

“Why am I here?” you croak, voice trembling.

Toji smirks, dark and wolfish. “Sending a message to your daddy. What better way than taking something precious?”

Your stomach sinks. This wasn’t random. It’s about power. But the possessiveness in his gaze makes it clear you’re more than just leverage.

Later, you’re taken to a locked, lavish bedroom. Exhausted, you sit on the bed, the oversized shirt slipping off your shoulder. Toji enters, his jacket gone, his shirt untucked, his presence as overwhelming as ever.

“What do you want now?” you snap, trying to sound defiant.

He leans closer, fingers brushing your chin. “You can make this easy or fight me. Either way, you’re mine.”

Your heart pounds as he leaves, locking the door. The hours blur as you test every escape route to no avail. When Toji returns, his voice drips with amusement.

“You. I thought I made that clear,” he says when you ask why he’s here.

“I’m not yours,” you whisper, trembling.

Toji crouches, his hand brushing your face. “You’ll see soon enough. This isn’t love—it’s power.”

His words linger as he stands, smirking. “Rest up. You’ll need it.” The door locks behind him, leaving you with the chilling realization that Toji Fushiguro never takes no for an answer.

The following days blur together, marked by Toji’s occasional visits and Megumi’s silent appearances. Unlike his father, Megumi keeps his distance, his gaze unreadable whenever he catches sight of you. It’s clear he doesn’t entirely approve of what’s happening, but he doesn’t interfere either.

You notice the unspoken tension between father and son. Megumi is calculating, his movements careful and deliberate. He’s watching you too, though his reasons remain unclear. You wonder if he’s a potential ally or just another shadow in this nightmare.

But with Toji, it’s different. He’s relentless, pushing boundaries, and testing your resolve. And though you hate him with every fiber of your being, a part of you begins to understand the power he wields—not just over his gang, but over everyone in his orbit. Including you.

The silence in the room is heavy when Toji enters again, his footsteps deliberate as he approaches you. His smirk is nowhere to be seen this time, replaced by a calm, calculating expression that unsettles you far more. He carries a bundle of clothes in one hand, tossing them onto the bed without ceremony.

“You’ve been here for days,” he says, his tone almost conversational. “You’re overdue for a shower.”

Your brows knit together in confusion, your eyes darting from the clothes to him. “And you care why?”

He chuckles, low and mocking. “Because I don’t want my future wife looking like a stray. Get up.”

Your hands curl into fists at his words, heat rising to your face—not just from anger, but from the way he says wife with such certainty. The way it rolls off his tongue like it’s already a fact.

When you don’t move, he steps closer, towering over you, his presence almost suffocating. “Don’t make me repeat myself, sweetheart. It won’t end well.”

Reluctantly, you rise from the bed, your body tense as you glare at him. “Turn around,” you demand, motioning to the clothes he’d brought. “I’m not changing in front of you.”

Toji’s smirk returns, sharp and teasing. “You think I haven’t already seen more than that little shirt covers?” 

His gaze drops, and a smirk tugs at his lips as his eyes linger. "You should cover up better," he remarks, his voice teasing yet laced with a possessive edge. His finger lazily points toward your chest, where your nipples press visibly against the fabric, betraying your body’s reaction to the chill—or perhaps to him.

You cross your arms instinctively, heat rushing to your face. “Stop staring,” you snap, though your voice lacks conviction.

“Can’t blame me for appreciating the view,” he replies, his tone dripping with amusement, as if he owns not only the moment but you entirely.

Your cheeks burn, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. “Turn. Around.”

To your surprise, he does, his broad back facing you as he crosses his arms over his chest. The sight of him even turned away, sends a shiver through you—a reminder of just how dangerous this man is. You quickly change into the fresh clothes, the shirt and sweatpants far more comfortable than the oversized, stained shirt you’d been wearing.

“I’m done,” you mutter, hating the vulnerability in your voice.

He turns, his gaze raking over you like he’s appraising his work. “Better. Now, come on.”

“To where?” you ask, your voice sharper now, though you follow as he leads you out of the room.

He doesn’t answer, simply guiding you down the dim hallway to another door. When he opens it, steam wafts out, and you realize it’s a bathroom—a large, lavish one, its tiles gleaming under the soft glow of the light.

“Shower,” he orders, stepping aside to let you enter.

You hesitate, your eyes narrowing. “You’re just going to stand there?”

Toji raises an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Who said I was staying outside?”

Your heart skips a beat, your body freezing at his words. “You’re joking.”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” He leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed as he watches you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. “I don’t trust you not to try something stupid. So, I’ll stay right here. Or…” He straightens, taking a deliberate step toward you. “I can join you.”

Your throat goes dry, the heat in his gaze making your pulse race. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe,” he says, his voice low, almost a purr. “But you’ll do as I say.”

With trembling hands, you step into the shower, doing your best to ignore the way his eyes linger on you as you strip off the borrowed clothes. The hot water cascades over your skin, but it does little to wash away the tension in the air. You can feel his presence even without looking, his gaze burning into your back like a physical touch.

Moments later, the sound of rustling fabric makes your stomach drop. You whip your head around just in time to see Toji shrugging out of his shirt, his scarred, muscular torso on full display.

“What are you doing?” you demand, panic rising in your chest.

He meets your eyes, unbothered by your outrage. “Like I said—if you try anything, I’ll be here to stop you.”

He steps into the shower without hesitation, the heat of his body an overwhelming presence as he crowds you against the tiled wall. The water slicks over his skin, highlighting every scar, every ripple of muscle. His proximity is suffocating, his scent—woodsy, dark, and entirely masculine—cutting through the steam.

“You don’t have to do this,” you whisper, though your voice lacks conviction. Your body betrays you, trembling not just from fear, but from the undeniable tension crackling between you.

Toji leans in, his lips hovering near your ear. “Oh, but I do. You’re mine now. Better get used to having me close, sweetheart.”

You shiver as his breath brushes your neck, and despite every fiber of your being screaming to fight him, a part of you can’t ignore the heat pooling in your stomach, the way his dominance makes your blood sing with equal parts fear and something else—something darker, something you’re not ready to name.

Toji's lips crash against yours, firm and unrelenting. You don’t push him away, though your heart races with a mix of defiance and confusion. The heat of his bare chest presses against you, his hard muscles brushing against the soft curve of your breasts, the contact sending a shiver down your spine.

His voice, low and gravelly, rumbles against your lips. “Your head’s screaming no, but your body?” His hand trails down, cupping the curve of your backside with a firm grip. “It’s begging me to keep going.”

One of his fingers grazes a sensitive spot, teasing the edge of your asshole as his other hand steadies you against the wall. You can feel the unmistakable press of his cock, hard and insistent, brushing against your core. The water streaming down your bodies does little to mask the tension crackling in the air, a dangerous line neither of you seem willing to step back from.

"Open your legs, Y/N," Toji commands, his tone low and firm, leaving no room for argument. There’s an undeniable authority in his voice that makes your pulse quicken, and against your better judgment, you obey. Slowly, you part your legs, exposing yourself to him, every inch of your naked pussy on display.

His sharp intake of breath is audible, his gaze darkening as it locks onto you. “Shit,” he mutters, his voice laced with a mixture of hunger and reverence like he’s savoring the sight before him. The intensity in his eyes sends a fresh wave of heat coursing through your body.

Before you can react, his hand moves with purpose, fingers sliding between your folds. The first contact sends a jolt of electricity through you, your body betraying you as it responds to his touch. Without hesitation, he dips two fingers into your wet core, his movements slow and deliberate, teasing you with every curl and press.

“You’re dripping for me,” he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You can’t hide how much you want this.”

Your breath hitches, your hands gripping the tiles behind you for balance as he continues, his fingers working you with an expertise that leaves you trembling. His other hand trails up, brushing against your thigh before gripping your hip, anchoring you in place as he leans in, his lips grazing your ear.

“You feel so damn good,” he groans, his voice a heady mix of praise and possession. “And I’m just getting started.”

Fuck,” is all you manage to breathe, your voice trembling as your body betrays you, yielding completely to his touch. The word barely escapes your lips before the waves of sensation crash over you, his fingers moving with relentless precision, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Toji’s smirk grows darker, satisfaction radiating from him as he watches you unravel. His grip on your hip tightens, grounding you as your legs threaten to give out beneath you. His name tumbles from your lips like a prayer, your head falling back against the cool tiles as you surrender to the pleasure coursing through you.

When your climax finally overtakes, it’s explosive, your entire body trembling as the intensity of it washes over you. Toji’s arm loops around your waist, holding you firmly against him, his strength the only thing keeping you upright as the aftershocks leave you weak and breathless.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with a possessive pride. “Falling apart in my arms.”

You cling to him, your nails digging lightly into his shoulders as you struggle to catch your breath. His lips graze your temple, a quiet promise of more to come, as his fingers finally retreat, leaving you with the lingering heat of his touch and the unmistakable knowledge that he’s far from finished with you.

You burst into tears, the frustration, humiliation, and betrayal of your own body overwhelming you. Your fists pound against Toji's chest, weak compared to his unyielding strength, your voice cracking as you sob. “I hate you! I hate you!” you scream, though your trembling body tells another story entirely.

Toji only laughs, the sound low and mocking as he catches your wrists effortlessly in one hand. “Hate me all you want, sweetheart,” he says, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Your body doesn’t lie.”

In one swift movement, he spins you around, pressing your front against the cold shower tiles. The chill bites at your skin, a sharp contrast to the heat pooling deep within you. His hands grip your hips firmly, holding you in place as he positions himself behind you.

“No,” you whisper, shaking your head, but the word comes out weak, barely audible over the pounding of the water and your own erratic breathing.

“Too late for that,” he growls, his voice rough with desire. Without hesitation, he pushes into you, sinking himself to the hilt in one hard thrust. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that steals the breath from your lungs. The sheer size of him leaves you stretched and filled in a way that makes your mind spin.

Toji groans deeply, his fingers digging into your hips as he stills for a moment, letting you adjust to him. “You feel perfect,” he murmurs against your ear, his breath hot on your neck. “Like you were made for me.”

Your forehead presses against the cold tiles, your body trembling as he begins to move, slow and deliberate at first, before his pace quickens. Each thrust drives you further into the wall,  you couldn’t take it anymore. Your body betrayed you once again, tightening uncontrollably around him as another climax ripped through you. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as the intensity of it caused your muscles to involuntarily push him out slightly. But Toji was relentless.

With a dark chuckle, he grabbed your hips and thrust back into you in one smooth, forceful motion, filling you completely again. “Oh no, sweetheart,” he growled, his voice rough and laced with possessive hunger. “You’re not getting away that easy.”

His pace quickened, each thrust harder and faster than the last, leaving you breathless. The air rushed from your lungs with every snap of his hips, your body arching instinctively to meet him despite the overwhelming sensations.

“I’m gonna fill this tight little pussy to the brim with my cum,” he groaned, his grip on your hips tightening as he drove deeper, his words a promise that sent a shiver through your entire body. “You’ll feel me for days.”

The relentless rhythm, his deep voice, and the primal intensity in his movements left you completely undone, your mind swimming as he claimed you with every powerful thrust.

relentless rhythm making it impossible to think, to breathe, to do anything but feel.

Toji's movements grew erratic, his grip on your hips tightening to the point of bruising as he drove himself into you with unrelenting force. The sound of his ragged breathing and low groans filled the steamy air, his body pressing you firmly against the cold tiles.

With one final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, holding you in place as he reached his peak. A guttural groan escaped his lips as he spilled himself inside you, the warmth of his release spreading deep within your core. The sensation sent a shiver through you, your body trembling as you felt every pulse of his release.

Toji didn’t move immediately, his broad chest pressed against your back as he caught his breath, the weight of him grounding you in the aftermath of what just happened. His fingers traced lazily over your skin, a smug chuckle escaping him as he finally spoke, his voice thick and husky.

“Now you really are mine,” he murmured, his words dripping with satisfaction and finality, leaving no doubt in your mind that this was far from over.

Tears streamed down your face as Toji slowly pulled out of you, leaving you trembling and vulnerable. The warmth of his release dripped from your core, the sensation making you shudder. Without hesitation, he reached down, his thumb brushing against folds before pushing his release back inside you.

His other hand moved to your jaw, gripping it firmly but not harshly, tilting your face toward his. His eyes, dark and piercing, locked onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. “Now,” he said, his voice steady and commanding, “tell me you’ll marry me.”

Before you could gather your thoughts, his lips crashed against yours, claiming you in a kiss that left no room for resistance. It was forceful but not cruel, a mixture of dominance and something softer, something possessive yet oddly tender. When he pulled back, his gaze softened just slightly, waiting for your response.

You swallowed hard, your voice trembling but clear as you spoke. “I’ll marry you, Toji.”

A satisfied smirk spread across his face, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he leaned in close. “Good girl,” he murmured, his tone dripping with triumph. “You won’t regret it.”

Despite the storm of emotions raging inside you, there was no denying that you were bound to him now—in more ways than one.

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[burningcheese-merchant]

I can just imagine Matar Paneer learning Telugu from her dad while Pepper Jack refused to, but hen Golden Cheese also learned Telugu and now the three of them have whole conversations in Telugu at, like, the dinner table or smth, and Pepper Jack’s like: “what are you guys talking about?!”

idk I just find that funny-

Pepper Jack would not let that stand for even a single moment lol. I don't really think he'd reject learning it in the first place tbh, doesn't seem like something he'd do; a learning opportunity plus a way to bond with his father, whom he is already desperate to understand and please because he's scared that Burning Spice doesn't like him (not true but he's a child, he doesn't understand)? He wouldn't say no to that.

But to play along with your idea: if Jack saw his parents and sister talking and enjoying each other's company in a way that he can't partake in or mimic, he'd be so upset. He'd be frustrated and kind of hurt, because A) it comes across as a way to exclude him, and B) it comes across as an attack on his intelligence in some way, and there is nothing Jack hates more than that. He tries to deny it and keep humble, but he does have a bit of an ego wrt his intelligence, and also, he's extremely curious and loves to learn/know things anyway. People communicating in a foreign language in front of him only serves to make him want to learn it himself, because he's dying to know what they're saying lol

So not only would that light a fire in Jack's heart and make him master Telugu all by his fucking self, he'd go ahead and learn a few other languages just to one-up his family. He'll say something in Telugu to his sister, then immediately switch to Tamil when he talks to his mother, then switch to Hindi with his father. All quite seamlessly. With this aura 😎🖕

(except they would all think Jack is cool as hell for doing this lol. Burning Spice especially would be SO proud of his son. And touched that he's gone the extra mile to connect with his heritage. Cue Jack's grudge immediately deflating bc it's obvious his family loves him and were never trying to hurt him in the first place, and now he feels like an asshole because he was motivated primarily by resentment during this endeavor and that's not a good reason to do anything)

It is a funny idea tho. Thank you for the thought experiment, anon :P

[fire-hose]

Christmas Colds

no warnings other than buck and eddie

being dorks

Christmas was always Christopher's favorite holiday, they'd go all out with decorations since Eddie could remember. But now that Chris was in El Paso, he thought decorating was useless, just one more thing for him to worry about. Naturally he talked to Buck about it, what did he not talk to Buck about.

Buck reacted the exact opposite of how Eddie expected. He expected Buck to get sad for a moment, since he loved seeing what Eddie and Chris did to the house.

Eddie sat on his couch, beer in hand, Buck right next to him. The TV was on, playing an old telenovela that Eddie and Chris used to watch together all the time. Chris wouldn't stop talking about it when he still lived in LA, only now did Buck have the time to sit down and watch it with Eddie.

Buck's lips pursed against his beer bottle, a frown when he finished drinking "You're seriously not going to decorate this year?" Eddie huffed, setting his beer onto the coffee table "I told you, Chris isn't here and it'll just be a hassle to put up and clean" The dirty blonde hated that. Why did Eddie have to be deprived of Christmas spirit because his son was gone? Or simply because it was a bit of a struggle to put lights and a tree up? He wasn't giving up.

The next day while Bobby made lunch for the 118 the topic of Christmas was brought up again. "I have no idea what Mara wants for Christmas this year, we already have most of Denny's gifts. Mara says it's enough that she's here and Santa doesn't need to get her anything" Hen sighed, pushing her glasses up her head to rub her face. "Sure must be lucky to not have to get your own kids Christmas gifts, Buckaroo" Chim teased. He knew that at least half the gifts for Jee-Yun came from Buck, despite his and Maddie's refusal.

"Does Chris want anything sent to him in El Paso?" The 118 turned to Eddie after Chim's question. The brunette just shrugged, to which Buck decided to butt in. "You guys know how Eddie normally goes all out for Christmas? Well he decided not to this year since Chris isn't here. How dumb is that!"

The team just stared at Buck, Hen chiming in "If my kids weren't here, I wouldn't either. It's too much stress to put it all up, then take it down and back in the attic" Bobby placed the lasagna at the table, salad in the other hand "Athena is big on Christmas so we decorate every year regardless" Buck's 'broody pout' was on his face "Not that you can this year"

Buck spent the entire shift trying to convince Eddie to decorate, saying he would help put the decorations away after Christmas, but he wouldn't budge. Without his son, Christmas wasn't the same for Eddie. Just another day with old memories.

Eddie had a 24-hour shift that Saturday, and that gave Buck enough time to decorate. Only problem was, he had the same shift. He couldn't just call off, Bobby knew Buck's fake sick voice from his real sick voice. He was dedicated. Eddie's house was getting decorated that Saturday.

The LA winters were almost never harsh, a decent mid 50° F (10° C) and the wind was never too bad. So Buck ruled out standing outside in the cold for long periods of time to get sick. His next idea was rain. But that was also ruled out, there was no chance of rain the next few days. He ran out of ideas, so now he needed an improvise.

He came up with the idea of hosing himself in the cold, then taking a cold shower, and sleeping with minimal clothes on. It was fool proof to him. Only he didn't have a hose. So he called Maddie, she had a hose, and would normally go with his bullshit ideas.

"Maddie, my favorite sister, dear Maddie" Buck spoke once she answered the phone. Her sigh could be heard through the phone "You're either high or have a horrible plan that you'll regret and blame me for allowing it" She knew him too well.

"Evan Buckley. That might just be your worst plan ever" Maddie scolded him like a mother after he told her his idea. “And our hose broke at the end of summer when Jee was playing in the yard!” Chim yelled from the background. Of course he heard. When were those two not together?

Now Buck needed a different plan, he needed to get out of work that weekend to decorate Eddie’s house.

When he got home from his shift he started a cold shower, kicking off his sweaty clothes. He stepped into the shower, the water surprising him. He took one of the fastest shower of his life, just trying to get out of the cold water. He put on boxers and walked out on his balcony. He wanted nothing more than to rush inside under a blanket but he was going to stay outside till he was dry.

After about half an hour he stepped back inside, climbing up his loft stairs and plopping down on his bed. He almost instantly fell asleep.

The next morning he was disappointed when he wasn’t coughing, sneezing and his throat wasn’t in pain. He got ready for work like he didn’t just try to do something so idiotic. Maybe it was a sign from the universe, not that Eddie believed in it, but maybe somehow he manipulated the universe so he wouldn’t have a decorated house.

Buck was getting ahead of himself, maybe he wasn’t just trying hard enough. That was it. Probably..

When he got to the station he saw Eddie in the locker room, and he decided one last shot wouldn’t kill him. He started walking but Chimney stood in front of him “No more bothering that poor man about Christmas lights and a tree. Can’t you decorate your own place” Buck already did, it’s just not the same as Eddie’s house.

Chimney wasn’t giving up, not letting Buck go to the lockers till Eddie left. Then he just went back up to make lunch with Bobby.

Buck spent the whole shift trying to ask Eddie to decorate, but Chimney was always right there and more than willing to punch Buck (as they’ve learned when Maddie ran away). So he had to go home and figure out what to do so he could get the weekend off.

When the blonde got home he kicked off his shoes, exhausted he just climbed the steps of his loft, crashing against the soft blankets Maddie bought him.

Buck didn’t remember falling asleep till he woke up with this horrible itch in his throat. He got up and drank some water, it was still dark out. He read the time on the oven, 4:19AM. He grumbled and grabbed his phone, ringing Bobby.

“Buck?”

“Sorry did I wake you and Athena?”

“Don’t worry kid, why are you calling so early”

“I’m not gonna come in for work today, I’ve got an itchy throat”

“You head back to bed Buck, someone can cover for you”

When they hung up he put the glass of water in his sink, climbing back up to his bed. The shift started at noon. He had the perfect opportunity. At the cost of his health, but a week of a few coughs and sneezes was worth it.

After Buck got more sleep than what he expected, 7am. Sunday. His body wanting to stay in the bed, but he knew he needed to get this done within these next few hours. He climbed out of his bed, dragging his feet down the steps and sliding his shoes back on. He didn’t bother changing from the clothes he was in the night before, he knew Eddie wouldn’t mind if he happened to come home early.

Buck slid on his jacket, walking out his apartment and starting his Jeep, making his way to Eddie’s house. Once he arrived he unlocked the door with his spare key, closing it and locking it behind him. He walked to the hallway and opened the attic, bringing down the Christmas decorations.

He coughed as the dust rose, covering his face with his shirt. He brought them all down to the living room. Next he had to bring down the tree.

After an hour and a half of struggling, and debating on calling Maddie to bring the 118 too many times, he got the tree down and up.

Buck thought about making garland, keyword thought. He decided to just use tinsel, he wasn’t going to miss any more sleep over this.

After almost two hours, the ornaments were up on the tree. The blonde was exhausted, starting to really regret the sick idea. Buck rummaged through boxes, finding stockings. One with an E, the other a C. He smiled as he hung them up on the fireplace.

Buck spent the last few hours just perfecting everything, wanting to do the lights last. Finally around 11, he started to unravel them. Only God knows how he could’ve gotten so badly tangled in the lights, he just sat on Eddie’s couch, admitting defeat.

When he heard the sound of Eddie’s keys unlocking the front door he panicked, just sitting on the couch, waiting to get scolded by Eddie.

When Eddie walked in, facing the Christmas decorations, he just stood there. Most definitely confused. That was till he saw Buck, tangled in the lights on his couch “Buckley, I told you I didn’t want it decorated”

He walked up to the blonde “Cap said you were sick, did you fake sick to do this?” Buck wish he did, but he decided the real thing was best “I may have purposely gotten sick” Eddie shook his head with a soft laugh, carefully unraveling the lights from Buck.

Bucks cheeks were warm, sweat slowly dripping from his forehead. Eddie wasn’t letting it go unnoticed, but his first priority was to get him out the lights.

When he finally got Buck untangled, he helped him up and to his room “Chris is gonna love the house when he sees it, but he will most definitely not love you being sick on purpose” Eddie walked to the bathroom, running cold water on a washcloth, waking back and putting it against Buck’s forehead “If I get sick you’re covering my shift”

Buck softly laughed and nodded, lying on Eddie’s bed, the blanket over him “I’ll cover your shift Eds” The brunette smiled, turning on the fan of his room.

After Eddie got himself some dinner and ate he made his way back to his room where Buck was asleep. He laid on the other side of the bed, a hesitant hand going up to Buck’s loose curls.

He pushed them back, not seeing the other man’s eyes open slowly. Eddie had a smile as he ran his fingers through Bucks hair. “Did Chris like it?” Eddie looked down and nodded “He loved it, he loves anything his Buck does. You might’ve convinced him to come back”

Buck smiled and closed his eyes again “That’s good, I worked my ass off for him” Eddies hand slightly shook, he never felt so hung up about Buck, sure he had a few thoughts about him on occasion but who didn’t? It was god damn Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley, six foot, super strong, great with kids, he was amazing.

Eddie’s hand froze, and Buck noticed, opening his eyes as he spoke “Ed-“ He was cut off by lips against his, an awkward kiss. Eddie pulled away after a second. “Shit sorry Buck, I don’t know what came over me” He pulled his face away, keeping his distance.

Till Buck pulled him back for a kiss, eyes closed with a smile. The kiss was just as awkward, but they were both just as into it. When the two finally separated for air, Eddie spoke “If I get sick I’m kicking your ass Buckley”

[talesfromawannabewriter]

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

He wanted his babies back. It wasn’t fair that they were cruelly taken from him and now the angels still refused to let him see them. No, it was more like they didn’t even know where they were. Adam: Please I beg of you let me search for my sons! A mother cannot live without their children. Adam pleaded with the angels. A young looking angel that appeared to be the high seraphim lookalike stepped forward. Emily: He’s right, if he was created to be a mother and co-create life then if we were to deny him his own children we would simply be committing cruelty. I even volunteer myself to help search for Cain and Abel

Sera: No Emily! Your place is here in Heaven. The fact of the matter is that we have no time nor resources to search for souls we don’t even know exist. Micheal: She is right.

The warrior of Heaven himself stepped forward as everyone else stepped out of his way. Bowing their heads in respect while doing so. This was the first time Adam got a good look at his mate’s brother. He definitely can see they were twins.

However, while Lucifer had a short stature and his eyes were filled with warmth when he gazed at Adam. Micheal towered over the first omega and stared down at him that chilled him to his bones.

Micheal: While it is unfortunate of your son’s passing they simply were not worthy of Heaven’s golden gates. Especially your eldest. Adam growled at the archangel

Adam: Watch yourself, that’s my son you’re talking about.

Micheal: (raises eyebrow) I would have thought your punishment would have made you submissive. Yet you still act against your nature.

Micheal grabbed onto the first man’s arm harshly and dug his nails in. Before leaning down and whispering

Micheal: I don’t care if they were your children Adam. You have done your duties and fulfillment of life and for that you earn paradise. But that doesn’t make you any more equal than the dirt that you came from. Now wipe your tears away and control yourself. You will see your other children soon. If they behave. If not then you already know their fates.

He let the omega go dropping him onto the ground as the youngest seraphim Emily rushed to his side. He turned to leave before giving his final piece.

Micheal: One last thing Adam. He glared down at the shaking man with the fury of a thousand suns. Don’t you ever in your life speak to me or anyone who is superior to you and your kind ever again. Or there will be dire consequences.

And so the warrior of Heaven left leaving behind a soul whose heart shattered once again.

—

Over the years as more souls descended in the dark pits of Hell. The population grew and with it so did Its power. Which in turn made Lucifer and Lilith more powerful and mighty. Since they were connected to Hell like no one else. Not even Cain and he was the first to descend after death.

Speaking of Cain, his life in Hell was exactly that Hell. While Lucifer was busy managing the affairs of the humans Lilith was busy tormenting him any chance she got. Regardless of the fact that she could not physically strike him or face Lucifer’s wrath she took to cutting him with something worse, her words.

She would abuse the defenseless boy, always reminding him of what he did. How his mother probably hates him for what he did to his own brother. It didn’t stop there, every little mistake or error that he made she would criticize harshly. Then of course there were all the names she called him.

Murderer

Mistake

Stain

Bastard

The last one was her personal favorite. Always reminding him that since she was the Queen around here and Lucifer chose her his mother was nothing more than a fun time that ended with him being made.

He tried to talk to his father about this but every time ended with his saying he was too busy or say he would listen only to tune him out. Was he really that unimportant to his father?

Things only got worse once Lilith started to sing to the sinners. Telling them that they were more than just demons. They were superior to the angels. He knew that she was just using them for her own gain. For what he wasn’t sure.

One thing he did know was that they were eating out the palm of her hand. It was as if she grew popular and beloved by the day. Which only served to fuel his resentment. Couldn’t they see she was nothing more than a lying back stabbing cruel demoness!? It didn’t matter though, he had no one to turn to. Not one single friend. Not even his own father.

He thought he would simply be alone for all eternity. In the castle with only an abusive step mother and absent father.

Then, as if he was being watched over, a group of angels fell from the Heavens. They were delivered into the darkness and into the royal family’s life. Especially Cain’s.

The First Anti-Christ

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

(excuse me for the long prologue)

Anti Christ, the child of the fallen one, the devil. Everyone knows of the name and what it means. However, they don’t know of WHO that child is do they? Everyone thinks that the child will make themselves known as they bring on the end of humanity. What people don’t realize is that the anti-Christ has already walked upon the Earth.

In fact he was the first to be born on the planet. You see he was one of the very first humans. The very first child and son of the mother of humanity, Adam the first omega. His name was Cain.

Now many must be wondering on how this came to be. Why did it happen. How and why did the first omega manage to give birth to the fallen one’s offspring. All will be explained here, in this story.

A long, long, long, time ago when the Earth was still young the creator of it had decided on what its final inhabitants would be. They were called humans, the very first of their kind. He made them into something special. With their names came their designations.

Lilith the first woman and alpha

Adam the first man and omega

He made the two to be companions, to watch over another as one would for a friend or as he hoped like siblings. However, his other creations had other plans. While the Lord was busy attending to his purpose of watching over the universe. The other creations, the angels went down to the humans and they told the two that they were more than just companions. They told them that they were mates and they would bring forth true humanity.

Both were confused and asked how? The angels told them that once a month Adam’s womb would welcome Lilith’s seed and instructed him for when the time came for Adam to lay on his back and to spread his legs for his mate. When they heard of this both were rather disgusted by it. They hadn’t known each other for long but they simply weren’t compatible in that way. They couldn’t even bother to be friends for they both had too many differences that often clashed with each other.

While Adam was energetic and outgoing, Lilith was reserved and careful. It would often cause arguments from the two, especially when it came to their duties. Their first duties, of naming and caring for everything in the garden. Lilith thought Adam to be immature. Adam thought Lilith to be demanding. Both seemed to think that nothing was ever good enough for each person. One thing they both could agree on is that they did not wish to be mates.

Still Adam did not wish to upset the angels and simply bowed his head and nodded submissively. They began to explain other sets of rules that both were to follow. Lilith as the alpha was to always provide and care for her omega. Adam as the omega was to always follow her way and submit to his alpha. Both were to bring children into this world.

Lilith would become the father of humanity. While Adam would become the mother of humanity.

Lilith, disgusted at the thought, disagreed wholeheartedly. She fled from the garden and away from the omega. Hoping to never set another foot in there again. She was found by someone, an angel of the Lord himself, whom she would soon call a friend and sometime after that a husband. Though she didn’t trust him at first she eventually told the angel of why she ran from paradise.

The angel was shocked and confused. Why would his siblings do that? Why would they mess with his Father’s creations that way? He wanted so badly to go up there and tell his Father of what they had done to Lilith. He knew that they would somehow find a way to pin the blame onto him.

That is why he came up with a new plan. To meet and talk to Lilith’s supposed mate. What he didn’t know at the time was that the omega was actually his true mate.

He crept into the garden, careful not to aware the elders of his presence. What awaited him in the garden was not what he expected. A true beauty, one that took his breath away. Though he had thought Lilith to be pretty. She was nothing compared to Adam.

His soft brown hair, honeyed eyes that sparkled, and tan skin that was splattered by freckles. His Lucious curves was enough to drive him insane. The angel managed to open his mouth and introduced himself. His name was Lucifer, the angel of light and God’s most favored son.

[s0fter-sin]

rewatching s1 and in ep2 w*ndigo, dean makes a joke about not bringing provisions into the woods just to pull out a bag of peanut butter m&m’s and stick with me here, it’s why the later seasons’ “goofy dean” loses me

this moment is clearly a joke but if you think about it too much, it also makes some sense; a family size bag of peanut m&m’s is calorie dense and even the high sugar is good to keep you moving which they need on an overnight hunt. it also shows how due to their upbringing, they’ve had to eat lower quality food, things they always had access to that was cheap and also in bulk

what does dean eating ghost pepper jerky then tipping water on himself exist for other than to be a cringy joke? what does smelling old chinese food, testing to see if it's still good then shaking his head with cabbage hanging out his mouth when it isn't serve? it's just to make him look stupid and contrast sam's healthy/clean diet (and superiority but that’s another conversation) which has always existed but it used to be nuanced and natural

we see dean as a child give up the food he wanted to eat so sam could eat it. (“i’m sick of spaghetti-os,” “you’re the one who wanted them,” … “i want lucky charms!” “… there’s only enough for one bowl and i haven’t had any yet!” proceeds to give them to sam, 1x18) we know he hustled and stole food to ensure sam ate. (“so, what’d he take?” “get this- peanut butter and bread.” 9x07)

we also see throughout the early seasons dean teasing sam about his salad or healthy choice while he eats some form of burger or other fast food (or notably, cheerfully eating prison food that sam won’t touch, 2x19). it's typical sibling teasing but it also shows that it isn't new for sam to eat like that and for dean to know he eats like that

sam being picky isn't just a character trait they chose for him, it's a result of how dean raised him; he raised him to like and want healthy food and be food secure enough to reject food he didn't want

but dean eats anything he is given and seeks out unhealthy - cheap, plentiful, filling - food

he is the opposite of picky to the point of it being a consistent bit; they show him multiple times eating when it's socially frowned upon to do so eg. questioning a grieving victim when they're trying to be discreet (1x14, 2x15, 2x18)

a similar moment to the chinese food is in 4x19; dean wakes up in the car while sam brushes his teeth outside and is hungry. sam says there's a sandwich in the backseat, dean smells it and recoils bc it's an old tuna sandwich. the moment is funny on its own but it also exists as a comparison of their lives to adam's; he has a loving mother, goes to school and importantly, a steady stable childhood

it’s a joke with a purpose

it also supports dean's food insecurity; he wakes up and is immediately hungry, enough to complain about it and seek out food before anything else

dean is always hungry bc he never has access to nutritionally rich foods bc he got used to using the money he earned to buy sam's more expensive food. he got used to his cheaper, denser foods and grew up with (and continues to live with) intermittent access to said foods. think of how long it takes to drive from one state to another; how many hours it can take to see another town that offers food, if you arrive at a reasonable enough time for anything to be open. also think how they can’t keep any food beyond what fits in an esky; nothing that needs defrosting, nothing can be heated up. it’s bags and jars and take out for as long as they can trust it

then they get the bunker which has its own kitchen

dean even describes himself as "nesting" when he decorates his room, something he hasn't had since he was four years old, and he uses said kitchen to cook a burger from scratch that he is proud of. he is food secure for the first time in his life and it shows in how often he cooks for both himself and sam

so these moments where they have him acting goofy regarding food are no longer character driven and only exist as a joke which is why they come across as cringy and out of character compared to similar earlier moments

a lot of my issues with dean's characterisation started when they introduced the bunker. the argument can and is made that the reason these jokes happen is bc he feels safe in the bunker, that bc he now has a home he can relax and unmask but that still doesn't feel sufficient. they crank up these sillier moments for both of them, giving them a sort of playing house comedy vibe of two roommates with completely different personalities but it doesn't feel like an authentic progression. it feels forced; an attempt at humour for humour's sake

food stopped being an informed part of their characters and their trauma and instead became flanderised; sam is the judgy vegetarian health nut and dean is his borderline slovenly carnivore counterpart

[captain-sunshine-11]

What if Kevin had gone to Wymack after Kayleigh died. What if Kayleigh figured out her time was running out but could not for the life of her (literally) figure out how or if her son would be safe. What if Kayleigh Day knew that Kevin ending up with The Ravens would be the worst outcome and had made sure that plans were in place for Kevin to go to Wymack.

What if Wymack shows up at her funeral, seeing little Kevin and can't believe how much he looks like Kayleigh in person. How much he looks like him. And only finds out that he was Kevin's chosen guardian as per her wishes when her lawyer approaches him at the will reading. What if Tetsuji and Riko tried to fight that claim but Wymack immediately jumped on that responsibility.

What if Wymack raised Kevin?

[mad-hunts]

roleplay idea: barton's trying to say this BS that he's 'good at processing grief' when your muse was a witness to the absolute rage-filled and deranged rampage that barton went on after julien was killed by the joker in which he brutally hurt all but one of his henchmen (he killed the last one because he told him he was 'crazy' and that he 'better kill him, or he was going to tell his boss that barton had been there' and he literally just snapped, went 'you know what, i think i will kill you AND also let the joker know i killed you so he knows to never come near my family again' then killed him. like HUHHH?) at the time with your muse being like this

[quietwingsinthesky]

And fundamentally the thing is that. John & Chuck raised Sam & Lucifer to turn out like them, to turn out to be more than them. But if that ever starts to happen, it gets shut down because oh, shit, that destabilizes the family power dynamics, disown, disown, disown!!!

[p2iimon]

drawing more furry fnaf art. yknow just to keep you posted. i love posting in the tags sorry these ones got away from me

[nathandrakeisabottom]

some asshole on my uncharted uquiz put “aaw I imagined all your fanfic quotes as nate and elena”

like c’mon asshole get off my page thx for ruining my day