#ash i swear youre so fucking bi

[vvanessaives]

i was tagged by @indorilnerevarine and @denerims to take this quiz and by @florbelles @risingsh0t​ @arklay​ to do this quiz too for some of my ocs so i practically decided to put both together into a single post. thank you so much to everyone!! <3

tagging: feeling a little self conscious of tagging people so whoever wants to do any of these two or both just go ahead and say i tagged you!!

— OCS AS GREEK GODS

HECATE

double, double toil and trouble. yeah you don't really get much facetime in the myths but you're literally the god of magic and dogs so stay winning. mysterious goth energy, does she really do complete dark rituals or is that just her vibe. no one knows and you're not telling

HERMES

you literally were born and then invented mischeif. like you were a newborn and you immidiately inbented theivery and then lying. go you. you are the living embodiment of chaotic neutral. Yes people are so annoyed by you sometimes, but you are so unbelievably charming that you get away with everything. who doesn't love a charming rogue

ARTEMIS

i mean this in the kindest way possible, you give off huge autistic lesbian vibes. oh you're living in the isolated wilderness? hmm. only with women? yes uh huh. if we're following myths as metaphors you have literal trans egg cracking energy so doubly good for you.

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— OCS CORE

SILENT ADMISSIONIN

tarot, the fool is numbered 0 – the number of unlimited potential. as the protagonist, he is ever present and therefore needs no number as well as no introduction. the world revolves around you in ways that i can't begin to describe, though you'd shrug it off if i were to begin to explain. i need you to know that time is running out. if you want to get this done, you need to start now. sloth is your greatest enemy in this world, and you can only run so far from the opposition when you start with such a disadvantage. keep your head high, yeah? the kid you were is still in there somewhere. you need to show him that it was worth it.

CAUTERIZING RAGE

the house has burned around you, and you’re the only one left standing. is it gratifying to be the survivor? fear and anger are weapons in your capable hands, used only to serve your agenda of fighting back when deemed necessary. you're a powerful person, built from the ashes of your despair and your family's mistakes. with time, you'll bloom into someone softer, like the full blossoms that grow each spring and wither away with the leaves in fall. they won't disappear if you take your eyes off of them. you're enough.

ANIMAL INTUITION

loyalty is the saint you pray to. if you ever were stabbed in the back by your beloved, you'd probably apologize. to your enemies, you're fierce. to your allies, even fiercer. you cultivate a thick inner circle built on promises and devotion, fit only for the best of the best. it's impossible for most to even begin to dissect the type of person you are, owing to your unbreakable emotional walls and confusing philosophies. dream careers? body guard, movie star, unwitting pawn. don't let people get the best of that loyalty.

FRACTURED GLASS

no amount of orchestrated class is ever going to hide the fact that you’re doomed to be alone. you’re a puppet, you’re a weapon, but most importantly? you’re a fraud. your facade isn’t malicious, but that doesn’t change a thing. everything in your life is in your control now, and you chose to let yourself become stiff and distant. you’re guilty of everything you blame yourself for, and your misfortune is the fault of nobody but yourself. your selfish nature forges you into a man-made monster, so quick to blame and so desperate to escape consequence. i hope that you can become someone you’re proud of soon.

#tag games #in my scared to tag people sunday era jfkdf still tho really just say i tagged you and do any of these i'm sending a kiss to all my mutuals #now that i said that allow me to (screams cries sobs falls to the ground dies) i'm normal about all of these results #about the gods quiz: violante being hecate jfdk WE STAY WINNING MY BEAUTIFUL GOTH LADY. same goes for ruven he just fucks up everything and #i love that for him + selene being artemis i mean...her build is literally archer so when i got that result i was ohhh :0 still she's a #bi legend and the isolated wilderness fits for the first part of her story since then she just..well goes insane but in a funny way i guess #THE OC CORE TOOK ME TF OUT INSTEAD. vesper..the fool..the protagonist...looks directly into the camera: yea that's 77 starting point #when fenix's result went 'built from the ashes of your despair and your family's mistakes' yea i cried <33 and the 'you'll bloom into #someone softer' YEA MY MAN!! THAT'S WHAT YOU'VE GONE THROUGH!! CAN'T BELIEVE THIS SHIT!! THIS QUIZ WAS #READING MY MIND I SWEAR. and to end this brainrot in shame as there are two h/otd ocs there..yea i won't talk too much but ari's downfall is #her own loyalty and vhanya's selfish nature.....SO TRUEEEEE. desperate to escape consequences? SO TRUEEEEEEEEEEE #i'll die now and let the Thoughts consume me #oc: violante #oc: ruven #oc: selene #oc: vesper #oc: fenix #oc: arianne #oc: visenyra

[warriorbookworm]

(I swear Ill get to your ask as soon as I can goddamn FOCUS—) for the fanfic asks, "Solace" and BTS

OHHH FUCK I had a long long response to this and it went. I am so sorry. Also I was gonna answer this 3 days ago but then my internet went out and then I tried to do it yesterday but yk what happened.

I'm also too done to type it out again, but I still will, because, Ash, I love you.

So uhhh, in the original answer, I talked about the 7th chapter, that addresses the way Leo was welcomed by camp. And how I didn't like the fact that "I hit you because I am worried about you" was played as a joke multiple times in the books. Because creating Will's family(where literally everyone including the cat is bi) is fun in a self-indulgent way, doing the Leo thing is important and fun in a "this is something deeply fucked up and I'm passionate about doing the work it takes to correct it" way.

I can actually get where rr was coming from, as most camper's family situations were like that and they would simply be doing what they know, but it's still not funny. and I wanted to address this.

I also wanted to pepper in the fact that Nico is thinking about will in the back of his mind constantly. Even if like. He does not want to acknowledge that yet. I find that quite sweet, and even thinking about Will, even if he's denying it, is a hugeee step for Nico right now.

The next one is like Nico and Leo dynamic, which I wanna expand upon. So Nico was a messenger, right, and I'd also like to think that he was asked to keep an eye on the ship as well. So he did visit, and formed this sort of not exactly friendly, banter. And for both of them, but esp leo who's struggling with what people have said to him, it creates a safe space where the insults don't exactly mean anything but they're not taken aback and overrracting to the kindness. Ofc they both don't know this.

So yeah, that's rlly all I can provide atm.

[pirate-and-soldier]

evan: the stars are beautiful tonight

destin: yeah

evan: yknow who else is beautiful

destin: *scowls* youre going to say ash arent you

evan: i— what?? no??

ALTERNATIVELY

ash: the stars are beautiful tonight

jenna: yeah

ash: yknow who else is beautiful?

jenna: *blushes* who

ash: evan

*far, far away*

destin: yknow i suddenly have the impulse to kill ash

evan, patting his shoulder and not looking up from his book: have fun

destin, taking out a knife: oh i will

#cinda williams chima #shattered realms #seven realms #desvan #destin karn #evan strangward #ash sul'han #adrian sul’han #jenna bandelow #ash i swear youre so fucking bi #who did have a crush on first #evan or jenna #cuz it seems to me that it was evan #better watch out ash destins coming for your kneecaps #if he cant do it personally then he’ll send out a bunch of bloodsucking priests to do it #thatll teach him

[whatamidoingwithmylifeman]

Funny OC vs OC intro dialogues part1

IT IS FINALLY DONE! AFTER WEEKS OF FUCKING AROUND, I GOT IT DONE!

HERE ARE THE OC VS OC FUNNY DIALOGUES I PROMISED YA'LL

Ombra and Gizem belong to @theelderhazelnut Wuhe belongs to @shadonut Lady Xuna belongs to @bisexualjohnnycage Senna belongs to @solari-needs-therapy (IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO FIND OUT WHO'S OC SHE WAS, THANK YOU @ninibear3000 FOR HELPING ME WITH THAT) Sienna belongs to @loverofthewindgod Doktor and Mesmer belong to @yuvon Tora belongs to @tora-lotus Billie belongs to @maddenedroses and, Nozomi, Michiko, Klaudia, Reiki, Fuyuka, Melantha, Phantos, and Ash all belong to me.

ENJOY! (tw/cw: possible nsfw implications between Mesmer and Nozomi)

Ombra vs Nozomi

Ombra: I have come to see the tall lady.

Nozomi: Are you talking about my mom?

Ombra: … yes-

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Nozomi: Alright young Metalhead, listen up-

Ombra: But I’m 33...

Nozomi: And I’m ageless, so listen up!

Ombra vs Michiko

Ombra: Let’s play a game!

Michiko: Ok what are we playing? Mahjong? Mancala? Pai gow?

Ombra: I… what?

---

Michiko: Hey! Wanna play another game?

Ombra: Can we please play a normal game!

Michiko: What do you mean? Those are normal games.

Gizem vs Klaudia

Gizem: What happened to your eye?

Klaudia: The same thing that’ll happen to your face if you ask that question again.

Gizem: Ok then. Nevermind.

---

Klaudia: Hey! What are you pronouns

Gizem: They/them.

Klaudia: Thanks. I wanted to roast you, but didn’t wanna get your pronouns wrong.

Gizem vs Reiki

Gizem: What type of fire do you wield?

Reiki: Soul-fire. Why?

Gizem: Great, please burn my soul.

---

Reiki: On a scale of 1-10, what are your gender vibes?

Gizem: -1000

Reiki: SAME!

Wuhe vs Nozomi

Wuhe: I swear I wasn’t slacking off in Earthrealm again.

Nozomi: Mhm. Tell me, how was karaoke?

Wuhe: Oh it was- Hey wait a minute!

---

Nozomi: Where are you going?

Wuhe: Uh, out.

Nozomi: Take me with you. Please!

Lady Xuna Vs Fuyuka

Lady Xuna: How tall are you?

Fuyuka: Naturally 8’3. But I can change my height.

Lady Xuna: And I thought I was tall.

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Fuyuka: You remind me a lot of my daughter.

Lady Xuna: How so?

Fuyuka: A natural mother type, and a serious force to be reckoned with.

Senna vs Reiki

Senna: Can you please stop suggesting we burn our enemies.

Reiki: No no. I said let me burn your enemies.

Senna: NO!

---

Reiki: My black soul-burning flames are still on the table

Senna: Please stop

Reiki: I don’t know, roasted Shao Kahn sounds really good right now

Sienna vs Melantha

Sienna: You’re a war and nature goddess?

Melantha: And a death goddess too

Sienna: How do you do it?

--- Melantha: Wanna join me on the battlefield?

Sienna: Mmm, I was thinking maybe in the flower fields

Melantha: If you’re able to endure it, I can show you mama’s garden in the Netherrealm.

Doktor vs Reiki

Doktor: There is so much I can teach you.

Reiki: And there is so much I don’t care to hear from you.

Doktor: Reiki, please.

---

Reiki: About your offer of mentorship-

Doktor: Have you come to accept it?!

Reiki: ….MAYBE!

Mesmer vs Nozomi

Mesmer: You look like a sweet raspberry shortcake.~

Nozomi: I’m only 5’3!

Mesmer: And I’m only in the mood for sweets.~

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Nozomi: I’m about to pull a move from my dad here.

Mesmer: Oh?

Nozomi: You’re a pretty tall lady. Emphasis on the pretty.

Tora vs Phantos

Tora: You’re a stinky fish

Phantos: Cute. But I don’t play kitty.

Tora: I’ll bite you fish boy!

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Phantos: Well well well, look what the cat dragged in.

Tora: I‘ll drag you back into that muddy bog trap of a home, you outdated, toxic ass, patchwork, reject of nature.

Phantos: Someone needs their claws clipped!

Billie vs Ash

Billie: So what’s your dad like?

Ash: As Kano as he can be.

Billie: Beautiful

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Ash: You’re cis and Bi

Billie: You’re trans and gay

Ash: Together we are the best of odd friends.

I know they aren't as funny as I planned, but I do hope ya'll like em.

and please do not be afraid to make requests for having your oc interact with mine

@that-one-snake-art @calcium1790 @suga-catt @ninibear3000 @starneko123 @earthrealmclown @rainbowfatality @ghastlyrider @subzerossnowflake @sketchingdead @irrelevant-subjects

you can have multiple ocs interact with multiples of mine. Just give me their bio or a link to where their bio is set up at.

#hazelnut's ocs ombra and gizem #shadonut's oc wuhe #blossom's oc lady xuna #solari's oc senna #loverofthewindgod's oc sienna #yuvon's ocs doktor and mesmer #lotus's oc tora #madds's oc billie #mk oc nozomi #mk oc michiko #mk oc klaudia #mk oc reiki #mk oc fuyuka #mk oc melantha #mk oc phantos #mk oc ash #mk intro dialogue #oc vs oc

[seulbby]

until forever falls apart

╰┈➤ in which y/n has to figure out life without harry, and harry has never felt this way before.

╰┈➤ part two to someone you loved

⧖ harry styles x fem!reader

⧖ warnings: swearing angst, toxicity, reader is bi and if you have a problem with that: cry abt it i couldn't care less :), talks of anxiety (if that bothers you read something else i have written or request something!)

⧖ a/n: if you want, listen to the following songs while reading: me and my husband by mitski, as the world caves in by matt maltese, moral of the story by ashe! thank you!

masterlist

•°. *࿐

4 days after the breakup

y/n and harry. the perfect couple. that's what people pictured when they heard their names. they were seen as the perfect couple by everyone. it was a reality, until it wasn't.

every couple has their fair share of fights. it's unhealthy if you bottle anything up. y/n and harry didn't argue often, every once in a while. when harry was being to narcissistic or when y/n put her career first. it was perfectly fine. until harry had enough y/n guessed.

y/n had no idea what lead to the downfall of their relationship. they had been together for so long. y/n planned out their life together. growing old together. starting a family wasn't in the stars for y/n, she didn't not like kids, but couldn't see herself being a mom. that was the only thing that was stopping her from literally getting on one knee and proposing to harry on their third date. he's always wanted kids.

y/n thinks that this might be a blessing in disguise. they won't that unfathomable talk, "it's not you, it's me". she wouldn't be able to bear it.

as she was lost in thought, she heard a knock at the door. y/n was confused. after the fight/breakup with harry she got on a flight to new york and was staying at her apartment there, and no one knew she was here besides her mom. when she looked through the peephole she was sort of relieved, sort of not. she didn't want to see anyone, but if she had to she was glad it was her best friend.

when y/n opened the door, lily walked. lily has been her best friend since she was little. their moms were best friends forever also, so it was in the cards for them. she likes having lily by her side because she knows how the whole 'celebrity' thing works, being an actress and johnny depp and vanessa paradis' child.

so yes, y/n is getting better she supposes.

•°. *࿐

harry was having the time of his life. he can finally be with this mistress out in the open like he's always wanted. he keeps getting questioned on where y/n is and what happened to their relationship. which he has been ignoring. along with his friends calls wondering what also happened with the relationship.

harry has always been a private guy, so his fans, y/n's fans, and the media were confused on why he was being so open with his new relationship.

he was having the time of his life being free, or so he thought. after 4 or so days after the break up, he started to feel alone. yes, he had his mistress, fallon was it? but harry has never felt so alone sitting in his room in the house they shared. he knows it’s his fault. of course it is. he drove her away without a second thought because he wanted to sleep with other people. and he got the chance, it didn’t feel right to him. no one was better for him then y/n. now he realizes it. and now he doesn’t even know where she is and how he would fix this. 

•°. *࿐

2 months later

y/n was feeling good. she’s back to work and is filming her new marvel disney+ series, nyx, about the greek goddess of the night. she’s back with hanging out with her friends again, and she’s done a few photoshoots for some campaigns and magazines. some say she’s doing the best she ever has been. 

she hasn’t. y/n is missing something. she can feel her heart beating out of her chest and can feel her fingers get shaky. she also is religiously redecorating her new york apartment, something she does to cope with these new found things that are happening to her. 

so after a night of redecorating her living room because she got a new throw pillow, she sees someone is calling her. it’s an unknown number. 

she picks up, “hello this is y/n. who’s this?”. shes used to getting calls from random numbers, from getting callbacks to prank calls. so this is nothing new. “y/n? it’s- it’s harry lovie” thats when she can literally feel her heart trying to get out of her chest. 

“harry? why are calling me it’s 2 in the morning” well, it is for her, its eleven for him. 

“are you in new york? it’s eleven here.” that’s when she knew she fucked up. she didn’t want harry to know where she was, incase he wanted to plead his case (which was highly unlikely) or so she thought. 

“im working on a project here. again why are you calling?” she knows she’s being mean, but he cheated in her so. karma. 

 “i wanted to talk. i know it’s late for you so i'll let you go” y/n wants to badly to hang up. to act like he never called, but that void in her chest is filling so she continues on with the call. 

“okay, talk then” she wants to see what he has to say.

“okay fuck. i miss you. and i know this might sound utter bullshit. but i do. not like i ever have. i can’t do certain things because we used to do them together. i still can’t even sleep on your side of the fucking bed. that makes me sound like a pathetic idiot but it doesn’t matter. i’m sorry. i hurt you in the worst way, and i will hate myself everyday for it. i need you like i never needed you before. this is probably the hardest thing i’ve ever had to so because i hate saying i am wrong. but if it means getting to wakeup with you, and see you everyday that it’s worth it” after harry was finished with spiel. y/n is shocked. this wasn’t exactly what she was expecting. 

she’s silent for a moment. “lovie, are you there?” harry asks. of course im still fucking here she thinks. 

“i don’t know what you want me to say” y/n, in the first time in her entire life, it rendered speechless. “you cheat on me, tell me you no longer love me, and then call me two months later saying you miss me? your making no sense” 

“i know lovie. i’ve been trying to figure out a way to say it the best i could but i got tired of waiting.” y/n is tired. she’s so tired and wants to go to bed until january.

“i have to go.” and with that she hangs up. 

#harry styles angst #harry styles x you #Harry Styles #harry styles x y/n #oneshot #harry styles one shot #angst #fluff #fanfiction

[theuntamednarrator]

Thank you @mika--82​ for the question! I’m sorry it took so long but since I really enjoyed plotting out my Cangse Sanren lives au, and I think a lot about the women in The Untamed who didn't get to see their children grow up, strap in for round two of TB Revives the Mothers of the Untamed. This week's episode: Save Mama Lan by killing Lan Qiren \^.^/

(Many thanks to @drwcn​ for letting me borrow her hc names for Mama Lan (Qui Baiti) and Papa Lan (Lan Cenrong). You can read more about them on her blog here and here.)

(Warning for an unsuccessful suicide attempt)

QBT has been isolated in the Jingshi for a decade. She only sees her sons once a month, she isn’t allowed her sword, and her spiritual power is kept sealed

But LWJ inherited his stubbornness from his mum and she's determined to escape, one way or another

LQR is walking by the Jingshi when he feels a massive surge of energy and breaks his first ever Discipline (no running in Cloud Recesses)

He wrenches the Jingshi door open and sees an array that wouldn't look out of place two decades in the future in an alternate universe in a dingy shed behind Mo Manor

LQR breaks his second Discipline in as many minutes (do not make excessive noise) when he screams for his brother before he grabs QBT and drags her out of the array

LQR didn't have time to think, let alone study what the effects of that might be, all he knew was that it was killing her, and that her death would kill the brother he loves more than anything else

The backlash strikes him and he keels over

QBT gathers him up, sobbing and asking why he did it, she wanted to die, why did you do it Lan-er-gongzi? what were you thinking? Your brother loves you

LQR meets his brother’s eyes as he appears over her shoulder, the terrified disciples flanking him a white blur

He smiles and says I know

Curtains on LQR

(alternatively, we can just kill JGS again because ngl that was real satisfying the first time around)

Now the Elders are in a pickle because this may have been an accident but QBT has now been responsible for the deaths of an Elder and Second Young Master Lan

It's decided that the only option is exile

QBT is forbidden from setting foot in Cloud Recesses and the territories of Gusu Lan for ten year and forbidden from speaking to any Lan disciple during that time

She bows, accepts back the plain sword she had yielded when she came through the gates to be married, and is gone before the dawn. LCR watches her leave and then goes to wake their sons

Now, QBT was a wandering cultivator long before she was Lan-furen and actually really enjoys returning to life on the road

I wandered once! I can do it again!

Five years later she meets XXC battling a ferocious demon snake and together they defeat it

QBT definitely doesn’t feel her heart beat a little faster at the youthful face, white robes, and elegant jade-and-silver sword

She answers XXC's graceful bow with one of her own and the two spend a week clearing out the fierce nests of demons on the mountain

The next time their wandering brings them together she is introduced to my good friend Song Lan and hides her smile in her sleeve

Meanwhile in Cloud Recesses without LQR to pick up the slack LCR is forced to step out of seclusion and actually run his sect and parent his children

He does a very good job

QBT has to fight back proud tears every time she hears Twin Jades of Lan spoken of with awe

Ten years to the day of her exile QBT is grinning as she climbs the long flights of stairs towards the gates of Cloud Recesses

Part of that might be the entertaining company she walks with

A young man clutching two bottles of Emperor's Smile and talking so fast she’s only half listening while she tries to figure out if he’s actually taken a breath since introducing himself

Talking at breakneck speed of the young master who had been so strict with him at the gates, aiya Auntie! He was so cold! you should have seen his stony face

QBT only grins harder as WWX climbs the wall, is challenged, and blades flash over tiles (it might bring back fond memories of her own youth)

She slips over the wall while they are distracted and once WWX is silenced she reaches out her hand

You handle your sword beautifully, may I?

LWJ can't even say why - it's too dark to see her face and the voice is roughened after 10 years on the road - but he hands Bichen over without a second thought

She sighs as she runs a finger over the blade and the steel glows, lighting up her face (solely because I think glowy Bichen is very sexy and we should have had more of it in the drama honestly)

Bichen suits you better than it ever suited me, ZhanZhan 

LWJ is emoting all over the place (so embarrassing)

(luckily his back is to WWX because if baby disaster bi WWX saw that smile he would've died on the spot)

WWX of course is still a troublemaking rule breaker and LWJ is still charged with overseeing his punishment

QBT and LXC are united in their LWJ should make friends agenda and LXC inherited his sense of humour and delight for teasing LWJ from QBT

Between the two of them LWJ soon has more friends than he knows what to do with

QBT and LXC co-captain the good ship Wangxian

Of course plot stuff still happens including accidental-marriage-before-a-Quest-Ghost

XXC and SL meet them in Yueyang and when LWJ introduces himself they're thrilled because hey we know your mum! she’s real cool!

They don't trust the clans and they might've heard of NMJ but they know Qui-jiejie and they trust her and so they decide XY will go to Cloud Recesses for judgement

N-wow the twin jades are really deserving of their reputations-HS insists on a Qinghe representative going too

oh me? no no Wei-xiong this has been quite enough adventure for me. Meng Yao you'll go won't you? Dage trusts you and Lan-gongzi admired your *delicate cough* capability *innocent smile*

my.blush.com/embarrassed/yearning agrees

QBT is delighted to see XXC and SL again and happily introduces them to her elder son

SL and LXC almost immediately get into a heated debate over ahistorical fantasy chinese philosophy and/or politics and are instantly bonded

QBT may or may not have instigated said debate with a well-timed quote from a well-known (re: divisive) text

Basically QBT shares my get LXC more friends agenda

SL is, again, the first person (apart from LXC and his parents) to laugh at LWJ's jokes

WWX still refuses to believe this actually happened (the joke and SL laughing) (XXC swears it’s true)

XY is locked in the back hills and eventually a) dies trying to use his hidden piece of the yin iron to break the seals OR b) is rehabilitated by the power of bunnies and become an outer disciple (reader's choice!)

XXC and SL accompany WWX and JC part of the way to Lotus Pier

Cloud Recesses is attacked, QBT and LCR send LXC and MY away with the sacred texts, MY promising he knows somewhere safe to hide

LWJ refuses to leave his parents. The losses are not as bad as in canon, the Wen are beaten back, but LCR and LWJ are both injured

No Good Very Bad Summer Camp with World's Worst Head Counselor WC

No Good Very Bad Turtle Cave of Love

WWX wakes post-rescue with LWJ still there

(Because his parents are holding Cloud Recesses and he knows LXC is safe so he doesn't need to rush off)

JZX, JC, LWJ, and WWX spend a day planning before they split up

(this is hilarious and JC says "fuck" not less than 219 times)

(WWX only almost punches JZX and it only happens twice honestly people should be grateful! he was so restrained!!)

They all return home, LWJ promising to bring reinforcements from Cloud Recesses to Lotus Pier (because it's the most obvious next target. no other reason. just. strategically it makes sense)

WQ sends WN to Lotus Pier to warn WWX when WZL's forces are on their way

When the Wen attack, they're met with a prepared force of 1) YZY and the Jiang Disciples 2) QBT, LWJ, and a contingent of Lan Disciples AND 3) JC and WWX and a gaggle of archers (seriously why tf show the Jiang being so good and then only give us two archery fight scene moments and it’s heart breaking sixth young master jiang dying and some rando ouyang disciple shooting WWX?)

Things get a little hairy but between YZY and QBT they defeat WZL and the rest of the Wen quickly surrender

JFM and JYL arrive just as the battle is ending, escorted by Madam Jin, JZX, LQY, and all the Jin Disciples who were at Cloud Recesses

(WWX: MianMian you came you must have been so worried about me! LQY, ignoring him: Lan-er-gongzi are you okay? WWX: ah Lan Zhan you MianMian really likes you! that’s lucky! LWJ, screaming internally: mn)

(JGS was furious when JZX announced he was joining the campaign but what could he possibly say in front of his battle ready wife without looking like the utter coward of a wet biscuit he is)

Once again WWX is left with a screaming sword, too much curiosity, and too much time on his hands (due to his adopted family being not-dead)

But worse he has now also access to a woman who created an array powerful enough to kill even with her spiritual power sealed

Poor WRH doesn't stand a chance, even without MY spying for the Sunshot Campaign

After the battle QBT&LCR and YZY&JFM shut JGS's bullshit power grab down real quick and JGS sulks like the baby he is (probably in a brothel) while Madam Jin and JZX take over Lanling Jin

JZX hears about MY and the way he helped LXC and NMJ sends a letter of support and JZX is already quite jealous of all these sibling bonds and welcomes Ziyao with open arms

(All of which goes slightly to waste when JZY marries out to the Lan clan slightly less than a year later but hey, at least it's a good alliance.)

WQ takes over the Wen Clan but tears down Nightless City and relocates the capital to Dafan

(WQ: have you been to Nightless City? It’s built on an active volcano. Do you know how bad sulfur ash is for open wounds? Do you know what medical herbs grow in lava slurry? None is the answer. My family are all fucking morons)

(WQ: Not you a-Ning you’re a delight and we’re thrilled you’re here)

Rumour has it a certain immortal was so impressed with the stories of the medical techniques of Dafan Wen that she paid WQ a visit

(Disciples are so reckless after all! One never knows when one might need to be capable of transplanting vital organs!)

Each year WWX and LWJ spend 3 months at Gusu, 3 months at Lotus Pier, and 6 months wandering with XXC and SL

They get "fake married" no less than four times in three years (for the investigation xiongzhang! absolutely no other reason shishu! no other reason at all!) before LXC, MY, XXC, and SL get fed up and barricade them in their room until they talk to each other dammit

(LXC is very grateful MY has gotten so handy with the silencing talismans because the 'conversation' gets uncomfortably loud real quick)

Side note to say Clarity works very well to avert a qi deviation when it's not being actively corrupted, thanks very much, and NMJ lives many, many, many years which would be entirely happy if only NHS would pick up his saber once in a while

He would tell NHS this if he could ever find him

Happy ending!³

#³unless you are a hardcore lqr fan #in which case i invite you to ignore the first few paragraphs #assume that qbt got banished for unrelated reasons #and hc that jgs died instead #also i nearly included a few paragraphs #where qbt finds and buries cssr & wcz #and an alt paragraph where she saves them both #but cut them because it was getting too long #AND i was super tempted by an lxc-dies-to-save-nmj which i've 75% plotted #which I have affectionately titled 'lan whumpji' #but then i decided it was nicer to save another mother #because they really get shafted in canon #theuntamednarrative #mika--82 #madam lan #lan qiren #wangxian #xiyao #tw suicide attempt

[evendeadlmthehero]

The Five Year Promise: The Aftermath (7/10)

Summary: Y/N Stark, a 20 year old, makes a promise with Peter, a 16 year old, that if five years pass, and they still haven’t found love, they’d go on their first date. Then the snap happens. Y/N is gone. Peter isn’t.

Warning: angst, mentions of drugs and alcohol, NSFW, swearing

A/N: this is my interpretation of how Peter will be if this had happened to him. Also, I hope you guys like this shitty edit I did of 2023 Peter 😂😂😂

The Five Year Promise Masterlist

During Avengers: Endgame (2023)

Five Years Later

Peter heard nothing but murmurs in Spanish and the sound of money being counted. He stood up in the roof and watched from the window, listening in with his Spider-Hearing. The night was humid, and Peter almost regretted wearing the Black coat around his noir suit.

He wore a beanie over his head with two holes near where his eyes were and a hat on top. His beard prickled against the material of the beanie. He watched as someone rolled in with a carriage filled with what he assumed was cocaine.

‘They don’t deserve to live,’ Peter thought, as he watched the men laugh, smoking illicit substances. He looked around to see if anyone else was around. When he made sure the coast was clear, he webbed himself over to the men, who got up from the sudden sound.

The men looked over to Peter, their face filling up with fear. They knew him. They heard the rumours. The man who killed others without mercy. The ‘Baba Yaga’ they called him, the man who came out of the night to kill. The man who donned a black coat and a hat. They all knew him too well.

The men then shakingly pulled out their gun ready to shoot him before Peter webbed them up. They were now stuck on the wall, fearing for their life. One of the men even let out a tear as Peter chuckled at them, taking a gun out from underneath his coat.

“P-please. I- I do this for them- the drugs- it’s- money has been hard lately-“ one of the man stuttered as Peter twirled the gun around his fingers, circling around the men as he watched them beg for their life. “Please, no, I have a family and a lover.”

Peter stalked over to them slowly, like a lion and its prey. The man begun shaking violently as the infamous man he had heard about walked over to him, pointing to cool metal towards his head. Peter had tilted his head, as he spoke the next words menacingly.

“So did I.”

Multiple bangs were heard before all the bodies of men hung from the web. The web was turning red as blood seeped from their bodies and towards Peter’s feet. He then wiped the gun with the pocket square in his coat before chucking it near the men’s feet. Lifting up the collar of his coat, Peter walked out of the cartel and into the streets of Mexico, deseperate to find a bar and drink himself to oblivion.

He takes off his mask and buttons up his coat to hide his suit, before lighting up a cigarette and placing it between his lips. Walking inside the bar, he orders 3 pints of beer, drinking it like it was water. Peter liked the way it tasted. How it made him feel. How it made him forget everything. He would be lying if he said he didn’t have a drinking problem. How could he not? Five years ago, he had lost everything. He then looked over at the watch you had given him.

2 hours, 32 mins and 5 secs.

He let out a scoff, before drinking another pint of beer, the bartender looking at him like he was crazy. Peter thought he used to be so naive, so naive to think you guys would actually go on a date. But now, he wasn’t naive. He knew how harsh the world was. And in a harsh world, you have to stand your ground.

Peter looks around until he spots a girl who smirks at him and gives him a little wave before giggling. He had noticed how she had the same colour hair as you, same colour eyes. She looked somewhat like you. But you were unique, you were too beautiful to have a doppelgänger. But the girl looked like a cousin maybe.

Peter smirked, and took another swig of the beer before placing it down. He then gave the bartender the money before walking over to the girl. He then threw his cigarette on the floor, stepping on it before nodding to the girl to follow him.

This happened everyday for Peter. It was an endless cycle. You were gone, May was gone, Ned was gone and he had cut ties with all the Avengers, including Tony who had desperately tried to stay in contact with him.

Everyday, Peter would go out murdering people who he thought didn’t deserve to live. Who he thought were villains and deserved to die in the decimation. Then he went up to the bar, drank till he saw the stars, then took the girl that resembled you the most to a motel.

The girl giggled as Peter walked her up the stairs of the motel. Peter was emotionless, as he pushed her against the wall, kissing her with no remorse. He then picked her up and chucked her on the bed before he sat down on the chair near the bed, unbuckling his pants.

“Suck,” he commanded in his now gruff and deep voice. The girl giggles, crawling over to him and placing her mouth around his member. Peter sharply inhaled as he held her hair into a ponytail, watching her go down on him.

She was teasing him, and that frustrated the man. So he grabbed her head and forced her down his cock, making her gag. The girl obliged and continued moving up and down his member. Before he could cum, he moved her head to the side and chucked her onto the bed.

He placed a condom on whilst the girl let out a cringey giggle, making Peter frustrated at her supposedly ‘dumb girl’ persona. “Shut the fuck up and be quiet.”

The girl went quiet but still smiled, looking like she was having the time of her life. Peter pushed her back before he thrusted into the girl with all his power, making the girl scream. Peter kept going, too drunk to think about anything. He looked over to the girl and for a secound he saw you. He saw your eyes looking back at him.

“Y/N,” he moaned, too drunk to care or understand what was going on. The girl also didn’t respond to the name, enjoying it too much to let him stop. He then looked over to his watch.

24 minutes and 43 secound.

After all was done, he kicked the girl out, not bothering to find out her name. He then grabbed a bottle a beer from the fridge and opened it. He looked around the dump that was his motel for the night and sighed, lying back on his bed.

Peter had given up on school, on university and on the ‘simple life’. He didn’t want neither of that. Because if you or Ned didn’t get to experience that, why should he?

He then looked at his watch that ticked away slowly on his wrist. One that you gave him and he couldn’t find himself to throw away.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

The watch beeped. Peter stared at it, his jaw clenched. The sound from the watch was like a little taunt, like it was reminding him of what could’ve been. He bit his bottom lip before picking up the bottle of beer and chucking it against the wall as it shattered against the wall. He then picked up the chair, also chucking it against the wall and breaking in half.

“Fuck!” Peter yelled, punching the wall with his fist. His knuckles bled but he kept going. “I was fucking close! I was so fucking close!”

Peter put his hands on his hips, looking at the mess he created around him, the numerous bottles of beers around him, the knives and guns he had bought and a random female’s bra near his bed.

“I was so fucking close,” Peter whispered, his tongue against the inside of his cheek as tiredness finally caught up to him.

-

Tony let out a sigh, standing in the middle of the lab that you used to work in. Today, it was supposed to be your 26th birthday. So every year, since you were gone, Tony would go in the lab and just look around. He had demanded the Avengers not to touch anything. To leave everything as it was the moment you guys left.

There was the birthday hat on the table from your 21st birthday. A bunch of multicoloured pens around left lying around the table. Everything was as you left it, not an speck out of place.

Tony walked over to the chair, scared to sit on it. He didn’t want to move it. He didn’t want to move anything. But it was time. Pepper told him it was time, as her and Morgan stood near the door watching him. Tony shook his head before sitting on the chair. “Come here Morgan.”

Morgan ran over to him, sitting on his lap. Tony then proceeded to play with her hair, brushing his fingers along it. “This is where your big sister used to sit and make cool things.”

“When do I get to meet her daddy?” Morgan pleaded for maybe to thousandth time these couple of years, desperate to meet her older sister that her father wouldn’t stop talking about.

“She- she’s busy right now,” Tony’s face faltered for a secound, his eyes meeting Pepper’s. She gave him an encouraging smile, telling him that he was doing well. Because for the past five years, Tony had it hard. But thankfully for him, he had Pepper. She helped him see a psychiatrist. She helped him out of bed and eat food. Made him find a purpose again.

“Okay,” Morgan spoke, her head falling in disappointment. She then looked over the table, opening a draw from a table.

“Morgan no!” Tony yelled at her, not wanting her to open or move anything. He got Morgan off her lap, who ran to her mother, crying. “You can’t just touch things that aren’t yours, okay!”

Tony was livid, but stopped when he heard the sniffles of Morgan who was clinging on to the legs of her mother. Pepper gave Tony a smile before moving down to Morgan. “Hey Morg, how about we give Daddy some alone time yeah? He’s just cranky because someone ate the last Poptart.”

“W’okay,” Morgan mumbled as her bottom lip trembled, following her mother out of the room. Tony then sighed, angry at himself for making her upset, playing with the necklace that contained your ashes. He brushed his hair back before his eyes met the eyes of a red-headed women.

“Hey,” Natasha spoke, walking around before sitting on the table where you used to work, careful not to move anything. Tony nodded at her, biting the inside of his cheek. “How are you doing?”

“Well shit, but everyone keeps telling me to move on, that it’s been five years so,” Tony trailed off, not meeting Romanoff’s eyes. “So I came here, deciding its time to you know, open things up and actually put this room to use- but I guess I can’t do that yet.”

“No one’s telling you to move on Tony. You lost your daughter. Truth is, you will never move on,” Natasha spoke, carefully watching her friend of now 13 years let out a tear. She had never seen her friend cry, so this was new to her. “I don’t think I’ll ever move on either. But Tony, Y/N would have wanted us to go on with our lives, put it to good use, even if it’s small stuff like using this room again. Because if we don’t make good use of our lives, then Thanos should’ve killed all of us.”

Tony sniffed, quickly wiping his eye before other tears fell down. “Every time I look at Morgan, I see Y/N staring back at me. And every time Morgan speaks, I feel like it’s Y/N talking back at me. Like when Morgan tells me she loves me, it’s like Y/N is out there, saying those words. I-I just wish Y/N would have met her.”

“Yeah, me too,” Natasha nodded, grabbing his hand. Tony’s eyes wandered around the room before looking at the draw that Morgan opened, his eyes squinting. His hand moved away from Natasha’s as he moved closer to a paper that had your writing in their, grabbing it to read it.

He read the calculations that you had drew, standing up from his seat. Natasha also stood up, now curious. “What’s wrong?”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, look alive,” Tony spoke, as a holographic computer came out. He then started playing around, adding numbers and equations, trying to figure out what you had written.

“Tony, what’s going on?” Natasha had asked, as she watched a concentrated Tony typing away rapidly on the screen, before the screen said ‘loading’.

“Y/N was trying to figure out why her suit healed her. It was pure accident, happened out of the blue when she was messing around with Quantum and nanotech, b-but this equation- I think she was testing to see if her suit was-“ he stopped when the words ‘SUCCESS” appeared. Tony fell back in his seat as his hand covered his mouth. His whole body was shaking as his heart started beating rapidly. “She- she didn’t know.“

He went quiet, unable to speak. Natasha shook her head, unable to understand what the equation was and why there was a circular-shaped machine now displayed on the screen. “She didn’t know what Tony?”

“That she discovered time travel.”

-

Peter washed the blood from his hands, the water turning a light pink before going down the sink. He turned off the tap, shaking his hands before drying them with a towel. He then took his suit off, chucking them in the washer. He then looked at himself in the mirror, the various tattoos and scars scattered around his body. His whole left and right arm was covered and so was his chest.

Peter wasn’t the scrawny kid he used to believe he was. No. He had bulked up completely. His whole appearance had changed too. He didn’t even shave his beared, leaving it to grow for a month or two before giving it a trim.

He sighed, walking over to the fridge of his new Motel in Cuba and grabbing a beer from the fridge, ready to drink himself to unconsciousness again. He had a tough day and needed to unwind.

Peter had taken down a sex trafficking ring here in Cuba, slaughtering all the men who were involved. One of them had been harder to kill, as he was enhanced. Turned out they were prepared, just in case the Baba Yaga came around just like he did to all criminals. He had received a few cuts and bruises but eventually had stabbed him multiple times, getting blood on his hands, clothes and even droplets near his face.

He cracked open the beer, ready to drink it before his hairs in his arm stood up, telling him someone was in the room. He put down the drink quietly, his hands moving slowly to grab the gun that he hid under the coffee table.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” He heard a familiar voice speak. He let out a scoff, shaking his head as his hand fell away from the gun and instead reached the now lukewarm beer on his coffee table.

“After five fucking years, the great Tony Stark decides to pay me a visit.”

“You didn’t make it easy,” Tony spoke, walking over to sit on the couch in front of him. It was now that Peter realised Tony had aged, white hairs prominent in his beard and and hair. Tony too was taken back by Peter’s new appearance. He almost didn’t recognise him. “You never answered my calls, emails-“

“Let’s cut the bullshit Tony, if you’d actually wanted to find me you would’ve done it ages ago,” Peter spat out, chugging the beer in one go. He then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“So I guess you’re not calling ‘Mr Stark’ anymore. Does that mean I don’t call you Spider-Man anymore, oh great Baba Yaga,” Tony replied back, as Peter’s face faltered for a secound before going back to his emotionless facade. “Yeah, didn’t think I’d know about that did you? Going around, killing people Pete that’s not you, you can’t just decide who lives or not.”

“He did,” Peter spoke back, rage in his eyes as he thought about the Titan. “He took away my Aunt, my best friend and the one girl I fell in love with.”

Tony’s face dropped when he heard that both his Aunt and best friend were gone. He didn’t know. “Peter, why didn’t you tell me?”

“It doesn’t matter now does it,” Peter spoke, clasping his hands together as he moved forward. “I did what I did to get through life and you did what you did. You’re free to leave if you have cleared your conscious by checking up on after all this time. Want to donate to me too? Since you do that to all your worries in life?”

“Peter you need help. You can’t just be murdering people who you think deserve to die and drink yourself to oblivion,” Tony urged him, trying to speak some sense into him. He then saw a female’s underwear near his bed, shaking his head at him. “And sleep with god knows how many women. Peter just- just come with us. We can get you help.”

“No, you can’t do that now. You’re late. Five years too late. I’m not the same Peter you think I am,” Peter spat out, before standing up and pointing towards the door. “Now if you’re done pretending to care, I really do strongly advise you leave.”

“Peter, there is one more thing I need to tell you,” Tony spoke, letting out a sigh as his face turned into one of seriousness. “But you need to sit down for this.”

Peter let out a scoff, before sitting down on the couch. He then looked at Tony like if this wasn’t important, that he was ready to kick him out.

“Y/N the suit she created, she thought it was a regenerating suit,” Tony begun, shaking his head as he stood up. Peter’s face scrunched up in anger and anguish at the mention of your name. “But that’s thing! It wasn’t!”

“Are you seriously here to talk to me about fucking suits?”

“No! Listen!” Tony interrupted him, as he paced around the room, waving his arms around. “It wasn’t a regeneration suit! I mean- it kinda was but that’s not the point! The suit didn’t heal wounds, it took it back in time to the point when she first put on the suit when she wasn’t wounded! She- she wrote this equation but before she tested it out, she was gone!”

“What are you talking about Tony?” Peter spoke, now too standing up. Tony was talking too fast and too much that it all sounded like a blur in his head.

“It means Y/N discovered Time Travel unintentionally,” Tony spoke, breathing in and out heavily from walking around the room too much. “And I didn’t know what to do until Scott Lang brought Pym Particles. Pete- it means we can travel back in time, before Thanos had the stones. Before he destroyed them. We can get everyone back Pete.”

Peter stood their in shock, not knowing what to do. He then let out a sigh, trying to hold back tears from welling in his eyes. He had been trying to forget what had happened, he had no hope left. And now Tony came in her and told him they had a chance. “Get out.”

“Pete-“

“I said get the fuck out!” Peter yelled furiously, his whole body shaking. Tony stood still, not moving an inch. He wasn’t going to leave Peter alone again, not this time.

“Peter, I know this is a tough subject for you,” Tony begun, slowly walking over to the Parker boy. “It’s a tough subject for me as well. I lost a daughter and I also lost you. But we owe it to everyone to try. Even if it’s now or in the next ten years, if there’s a little glimmer of chance, we have to take it. For Ned, May and especially for her.”

“You can’t do this. You can’t- you can’t just come here after five fucking years and tell me you’re gonna solve things! That everything is alright!” Peter spoke, his hands still shaking from the subject of the great titan. “You guys did that last time. You tried to kill him and it didn’t do anything because he had already got rid of the stones. Please- just leave me alone.”

“No,” Tony shook his head, looking Peter directly in the eyes. “I did that five years ago and look what happened to you. I’m not doing that again.”

Peter shook his head as he clenched his fists. Tony had wanted him to come back and fight, but he wasn’t the same person as he was before. “You don’t need me to do this.”

“What makes you think we don’t?”

“I’ve changed,” Peter mumbled, sitting back on his couch and playing with his hand, a habit he had when he was nervous or guilty. “I’ve killed. I use women. I’m an alcoholic, a smoker- fuck Tony sometimes I even use the drugs from the drug dealers that I kill.”

“Peter, you’re not the only one that’s changed,” Tony spoke, walking over to sit next to the Parker kid. “Thor has a drinking problem too. Clint, he was out murdering people who he thought didn’t deserve to live. I had a drinking problem too when my parents died. And I would’ve had a drinking problem if Pepper was around. No one judges you Pete. We’ve all done things we regret.”

“Even if we want to bring everyone back,” Peter looked down on the floor, shame for what he has become slowly creeping up at the mention of you and the face of his old mentor right in front of him. He didn’t realise what he had done was wrong until the past caught up to him. “She- she wouldn’t want me back. She told me to live my life, to find love and to look after you. She made me promise her. I’ve let her down. No one would look at me the same.”

“You had to do what you’ve done to get by. She’d understand,” Tony spoke, walking over to sit next to him on the couch. “Now we have to do what we got to do to bring them back. So are you in or not?”

Peter looked at Tony, at his old mentor, his once father figure. He then thought about you, his aunt and Ned. He’d do anything to get you guys back, even if it meant dying. It didn’t matter if you wouldn’t want him anymore because of what he’s become. Because he just wanted to hear your voice again. See you again.

“I’m in.”

-

It was night time at the Stark Cabin. Peter and Tony stood in the lab, as Tony was playing with the computer. He was looking at all the suits he had made for Peter, before coming across the Iron-Spider suit. He then pressed start, making nanoparticles move before forming the suit.

When it had been completed, Tony picked it up and handed it over to Peter. He gently picked it up, a weird feeling consuming his body. He hadn’t been Spider-Man for almost 4 years now. He had gone as Baba Yaga, wearing a black suit. It had been a while since he wore a red and blue suit.

“I don’t know about this,” Peter spoke, as he tried to put on the ironsuit. It moulded in his body, nanotech surrounding his body. He forgot the feeling of the cool metal, always used to the fabrics of cotton and leather of his noir suit that he’d been wearing for eternity.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Peter held his breath as flashbacks started to play in his mind. He gulped, seeing flashes of planet Titan, you and that eventful day.

“It hurts so much,” you sobbed as Peter held you before you fell on the floor. He watched as dust particles formed and reformed on your hands. It was like life was continuously being ripped and reformed from your body.

Peter wasn’t listening to what you were saying when you spoke to your father. He was only thinking about you. How he promised he wouldn’t let you die, but there you were, dying in his arms again. Then you had whispered his name and all his attention had been on you.

He remembered pleading you, no, begging you not to turn off your suit. That it was the only thing giving you life. But you were in too much pain. And it was only getting worse and worse. So, you told F.R.I.D.A.Y to turn it off and Peter had to watch your body collapse like a horror movie.

Peter shook his head, trying to get rid of the images in his head. He started breathing in and out heavily, his face getting hot and his heart beating rapidly. He looked at Tony whilst grabbing his own chest. “I-I can’t do this. I can’t, I’m sorry.”

“Peter, you can, okay?” Tony spoke, walking over to him, before grabbing his shoulder. “You just need to take a breath and remind yourself about what you’re doing and why.”

“I can’t okay! I was slowly moving on and then you put this suit on me and I saw her face staring right back at me!” Peter yelled, clenching his jaw before scratching his beard. “It was a mistake, I shouldn’t have come here.”

“But you did!” Tony replied back, as he put down the pencil he’d been using to tap on the holographic computer. “It means you want to do it. You want to bring everyone back.”

“I can’t if I’m going to have a panic attack every time I put on this suit-“

“Daddy!” A scream interrupted him as a girl ran towards Tony and hugged his legs. Tony then looked away from Peter, bringing his attention to his daughter. “Mommy told me to say goodnight.”

Peter started at her, unable to believe that Tony had another child. What made it also more shocking is her resemblance to you. It was like a miniature you was walking around and for a minute there, he couldn’t breath properly. This had also managed to stop his panic attack.

“Goodnight pumpkin,” Tony spoke, picking her up to kiss her head. Morgan then faced Peter, looking at him curiously. She looked at the various tattoos that was sprawled around his neck but couldn’t see the rest that was covered by his suit. He also had a beard so Morgan knew he was ‘old’.

“Daddy who’s that?”

Peter kept looking at her, unable to get his eyes off her. Her eyes had eyelashes that gave her a cat eye look, just like you had. She had also the same dimples and nose. The only difference was the fact that Morgan had Tony’s coloured eyes, which you didn’t, you got from your mother. “She- she looks like Y/N.”

Tony stayed quiet, knowing this had sparked something in Peter. Maybe all Peter needed was a reminder, a little kickstart, to get his head back in the game. Sure, five years was hell for Peter. But if there was something that was consistent about Peter no matter what happened in his life, it was his consistent urgency to fight.

“You know Y/N!” Morgan jumped out of her father’s grip and ran over to Peter, looking up at him excitedly. “Is she here!”

Peter smiled at her, looking at Tony before giving him a nod, telling him he was ready. He was ready to get his Aunt, Ned and you back. He was ready to give life another go. And if you didn’t give him a secound chance, it would be alright. As long you were back.

“She will be soon.”

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[mw-draws]

Fugitive of the Judoon rewatch time babey

oh no

"don't lie to us" oof

"the master" OOF

13 taking with the master's theme playing over >>>>>>>>>

:(((((((

"why? why not with us?"

"cause you ask too many questions!" jesus doc

"Judoon?" "you just saying that to shut us up?" fuck sake Graham skhskjs

"Judoon platoon. near the moon" her dedication to this joke is fucking sending me. I love her.

most inspiring quote of the episode "BO"

oh no, the wee old lady

rip blanket I guess

"language - human" I mean, okay

oof, rip

let Graham eat his cake, mans just wanna eat.

one day, Graham O'brien will get a chance to eat

"look at you and your platoon of Judoon near the.... that lagoon" well done

"more of a canal" yaz, let her try

"that article is overwritten by local earth law... 12" good try

"we can sort this, woman to woman" you what

AHHH

"HAHA, MISSED ME, RIGHT?" YES I HAVE JACK, IT'S BEEN 10 LONG, LONG YEARS. I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH

love how graham's immediate reaction to getting kissed by Jack was "have we met?" bi Graham rights

Graham O'Bien

kshdkdhd Jack talking about Ibiza 13

got, Gat is hot

how much do you wanna bet she's an AU version of the Corsair?

Ryan and Jack? I ship it

"like biological cloaking" you'd think she'd maybe connect the dots

"you received a message just before you changed into Jackie Chan" KJKKDHDJDHIDHD 13 IS ON A ROLL

nanogenes, hell yeah

bring back Jack PLEASE

he's just returned, I know, BUT HE JUST FUCKS OFF AGAIN

the fact that 13 and Jack don't actually meet is a crime against the universe and must be rectified

"to defeat them, the alliance sent this thing back through time, across space" what, what thing, Jack, what thing? you can't JUST LEAVE WHAT THING? WHO'S THE ALLIANCE?! JACK, DON'T GO

God, Jodie looks so hot in this car. what is it with her being in cars and looking amazing?

I get Broadchurch vibes from 13 on that lighthouse

"those are Danny's trainers!"

DUDE THE BREAK GLASS THING HAS GALLIFREYAN WRITING ON IT

I swear, theres a few motifs from This Is Gallifrey when Ruth becomes the Doctor and I ADORE IT

I'm still as confused as 13 at this point WTFFFF

"all rainbows and trousers that don't reach" she really called 13 out for being a walking pride flag skhdkdj

"trust me, I'd remember, especially if I had that shirt" POP OFF BITCH LSHDKDH

13 acting as if she knows any fashion,, bitch, who you fooling?

she's got to be an AU doctor, it doesn't make any sense otherwise

this Gat lady and 13 should bang

skhdkdhd

oh no 13,stop being sad please oh fuck

"so you're only serving at the glory of Ash and bone" HOLY SHIT

"BUT YOU KNEW SHE WOULD" ooof, angry!13, yes please

hnhgg angry 13

nooo, 13's so sad, I can't deal with this.

STOP THIS

OH GOD SHE'S SO BROKEN SOMEONE HUG HER OR I'LL FUCKING DO IT

"ha.. that's Jack..." PLEASE

ohhh I'm not ready for the cyberman ep

either Bill will get mentioned or she'll be forgotten about and I really don't want the latter

chibs, the Doctor wouldn't forget Bill just like that

"Ryan... I've lived for thousands of years, so long I've lost count. I've had so many faces, how long have you been here? you don't know me, not even a little bit" JESUS, 13 REALLY ISN'T FEELING IT

when will we get 13 saying that's she's killed thousands, if not millions of people

omg, let 13 shoot someone PLEASE

nah, but I'm really loving this new insight to the fam. 13's been nothing but rude to them and it's understandable, she's been through so much shit, but deserting your fam to mope over your dead planet and snapping at them ain't it chief. PLEASE, get some help. get a hug, something, please.

"oi, don't talk to Ryan like that!" fukcing go off yaz

this is the conflict I've been needing yeeeaaassss

Jodie Whittaker fucking kills it every time. she's so fucking good as the Doctor, I love her so much.

"nEED SOME HELP OVER HEEeEeeRReEEe!" I'm sorry but that fucking kills me everytime ldhxldhxkdh

anyway, this ep was amazing, 9/10

so far me it's been

Spyfall Pt 1 - 9/10

Spyfall Pt 2 - 8/10

Orphan 55 - 7.5/10

Nikola Tesla's Night of Terror - 8.5/10

Fugitive of the Judoon - 9/10

every episode just slaps in one way or another, this series is so good. absolutely God tier

#long post #sorry lmao #it's just so good #I would have never have thought that Ruth was the Doctor #she just gives off AU doctor vibes #like #I don't see her as a regular incarnation #because the way Gat words it #they're going back to Gallifrey #but then that would mean travelling in time on a ship that doesn't travel in time #so this must be an AU Gallifrey that they're talking abiug #*about #one that hasn't experienced the time war #doctor who #13th doctor #jodie whittaker #captain jack #john barrowman #dw series 12 #fugitive of the judoon #dw spoilers #doctor who spoilers

[calpalirwin]

Phone Screens

Summary: Online relationships don’t make the feelings any less real

A/N: Wanted to try my hand at a dialogue heavy piece. Let me know how I did.

Content: Friends to lovers? I dunno.

Word Count: 3.3k

And away, and away we go!

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drumming_heartbeats: Hey…

jetblackrose: Hi!

drumming_heartbeats: Saw your post about how you met Ashton. That musta been cool, yeah?

jetblackrose: Oh, it was hella cool! I was like super fuckin nervous and he was so chill about it. Honestly probably shouldn’t have fangirled as hard as I did lol. 

drumming_heartbeats: Lol, why do you say that?

jetblackrose: I’ve only been a fan for like less than a year lol. I know people have been a fan for years and still haven’t gotten the chance to meet him, or any of the other members so yeah. Feel like I haven’t done my time yet or something. It’s stupid.

drumming_heartbeats: Nah, that’s not stupid. That’s actually really cool. Your picture with him is fucking adorable btw.

jetblackrose: Aw thanks, lovely! How’d you become a 5sos fan? Assuming you are one?

drumming_heartbeats: Lol! My friend got me into them. But yeah, been a fan for awhile. I’m Tom btw. 

jetblackrose: Ooo a boy fan! Sick! Nice to meet ya Tom. I’m Gen. 

drumming_heartbeats: Shocking I know, but us guy fans do exist, lol. So I take it from the looks of your blog Ash is your favorite?

jetblackrose: I mean… I love them all equally for different reasons. But yeah, Ash is my fav. Something about that cheeky lil grin he does. And he’s so… I dunno, more mindful than the rest? Like they’re all dorks, don’t get me wrong. But he also gives off an old soul vibe I really connect with too if that makes sense. 

jetblackrose: Lol, sorry for rambling. 

drumming_heartbeats: Nah, it’s cute. And I totally get it. He definitely does seem to have that wisdom that comes from going through some heavy shit. 

jetblackrose: Rightfully so. I mean, he seems pretty open about the shit he’s gone through. And the fact that it’s only seemed to make him a kinder person is part of why I love him so much. 

drumming_heartbeats: Yeah. Like it’s very easy to let the demons win and give into the bitterness of it all. But he seems like a happy dude, so good for him. 

jetblackrose: Good for him indeed! Like all I want in life is for that man to be happy. Like, we all deserve that, but him especially. God, that sounds dumb doesn’t it? That I can feel so attached to someone I maybe talked to for like 5 minutes. Like I know realistically he will probably never recall our encounter or think twice about it. But that doesn’t mean I can’t wish him happiness all the same I suppose. Sorry… rambling again. 

drumming_heartbeats: Nah, that’s not dumb at all. If anything I think it shows how caring of a person you are. Which the world could use a lot more of.

jetblackrose: Lol, thanks! You’re sweet to think that. But it’s definitely dumb lol. 

drumming_heartbeats: Not even the slightest. Fuck, I’m about to pass out. Talk later?

jetblackrose: You know where to find me. Night-o!

~~~

jetblackrose: Hey, Tom?

drumming_heartbeats: Yeah?

jetblackrose: Probably a dumb question but where do you live? I feel like I keep you up hella late. 

drumming_heartbeats: I live in LA.

jetblackrose: Shit, no way?!

drumming_heartbeats: Yeah, lol. I mean, I travel a lot for work but yeah. LA’s home. 

jetblackrose: Oh that’s awesome! Are you traveling now?

drumming_heartbeats: Nah, I’m home for the time being. Resting up. Gonna be a busy year.

jetblackrose: Yeah? Hopefully good busy.

drumming_heartbeats: Oh, yeah. It’s always good busy. Hey, did you see the new stuff 5sos put up?

jetblackrose: Yes! Holy shit! Are they TRYING to kill their fans or what?!

drumming_heartbeats: Lmao right? Like fuck, bruh…

jetblackrose: More like fuck me please, lmao! Quick question! And you don’t have to answer if this is way too personal. But are you gay?

drumming_heartbeats: No? I mean, I don’t have a fragile male ego. I can freely admit that men are handsome. But I’m not like… I dunno. If anything I’d probably say I’m bi. I just… labels are confusing.

jetblackrose: Yeah, I feel you on that. Like I just love who I love. I don’t feel the need to explain it much beyond that.

drumming_heartbeats: Exactly! I mean, but I’ve only ever had female partners so… the assumption is straight I suppose.

jetblackrose: I’ve only had male partners. Well, I’ve kissed girls. But I’ve only ever dated dudes.

drumming_heartbeats: Oh, I bet your bf loves that, huh?

jetblackrose: I wouldn’t know. I frequently had my attraction to women from the dudes I date so I don’t get the creeps.

drumming_heartbeats: So no bf…?

jetblackrose: Lol, that’s what you get out of that? You’re such a dude! But nope. No bf.

drumming_heartbeats: Damn, that sucks.

jetblackrose: Why do you have a gf?

drumming_heartbeats: No. I did. But we broke up like a few months ago.

jetblackrose: Aw, sorry to hear that.

drumming_heartbeats: Lol, I think you’re the first person to say that. Normally people are sorry to hear I’m IN a relationship, not out of one.

jetblackrose: Wtf? That’s so dumb, lol. You’re my friend, Tom. I want you to be happy.

drumming_heartbeats: Aw, I’m your friend?

jetblackrose: Yes…? I mean, we’ve talked all day every day for like what? A month? I swear I talk more with you than my real life friends lol.

drumming_heartbeats: Aw, that’s so cute! You’re my friend too, btw. If that wasn’t obvious. I really like talking with you.

jetblackrose: I really like talking with you too! Like, I know it’s probably really stupid to say, but I never really got how people can become friends online. Like how can you feel connected to someone you never actually met, you know? But talking with you, I get it. I’m glad you messaged me.

drumming_heartbeats: Aw, Gen baby, you’re gonna make me blush! That’s so fuckin’ cute. I’m glad I messaged you too. You feel more real to me than the friends I actually see lol.

jetblackrose: Looks like we’re both gonna make the other blush… Dude! Honestly, I think it’s because we can only talk. Like, we can’t actually see each other, so we have to rely on these messages. And it’s a lot easier for me to not be shy when I message someone. Because I can delete what sounds stupid!

drumming_heartbeats: Lmao! Nothing you say could ever be stupid.

jetblackrose: You say that now… Trust me though, in person I’m a fuckin nervous idiot. Like I talk too fast or not at all.

drumming_heartbeats: I bet you’re fuckin cute in person.

jetblackrose: Lmao, are you hitting on me?

drumming_heartbeats: Too much?

jetblackrose: Nah, lol. I don’t scare easy. I just bet you’re way cuter.

drumming_heartbeats: Not even! Have you SEEN your face?

jetblackrose: You mean this face? *picture*

drumming_heartbeats: Damn, baby!

jetblackrose: Fuck… is it really dumb of me to like you calling me “baby” so much?

drumming_heartbeats: I mean… I don’t think so? Like, I would hope it doesn’t bother you.

jetblackrose: No, it doesn’t bother me. I like it.

drumming_heartbeats: Cool! Cuz I like calling you that.

~~~

drumming_heartbeats: Is this your king? *picture*

jetblackrose: My brain literally went “oh daddy”... I DON”T EVEN HAVE A DADDY KINK! Ashton Irwin is going to be the death of me, watch. On my tombstone it’ll read “Gen. Killed by Ash’s hotness”

drumming_heartbeats: Omg lol!

jetblackrose: Too dramatic?

drumming_heartbeats: I mean…? Maybe?

jetblackrose: Maybe? Nah. What would be dramatic would be me saying how badly I want those arms of his wrapped around me. Like cuddling me. Choking me. I don’t even care. But those hands? I needs them on me!

drumming_heartbeats: You’re right. That would be dramatic lol.

jetblackrose: Like fuck… I bet those are the most restless set of hands. Like he’s a drummer. So like he’s probably constantly moving his fingers. Is it too much to ask that he moves those fingers across my skin? Like… bruh…

drumming_heartbeats: Omg, I love you dude.

jetblackrose: You what…?

drumming_heartbeats: Shit… I mean like… uh…

jetblackrose: Tom, relax. I love you too.

drumming_heartbeats: Shit, for real?

jetblackrose: Yeah. And… that kinda scares me? Like I don’t actually know you. I mean, I know you. We’ve talked every day for the past 3 months. But… I didn’t think I could ever feel this strongly for someone I’ve never physically met. Like, granted, it’s a very strong friendship love. But, I… I dunno if I should admit this… fuck it. I think I could actually love you. Like in a romantic way. Hell, I think I already do.

drumming_heartbeats: Omg, you’re the fuckin cutest!

jetblackrose: I promise I’m not lol. I just… fuck dude, I dunno. I just love you, alright? And it fuckin blows my mind that we live in the same area basically and haven’t met. Because I really wanna fuckin meet you. But also not. Cuz like I don’t want to ruin this. And that’s such a fuckin cop out response. But like I am genuinely terrified that if we met you won’t like what you see.

drumming_heartbeats: Why wouldn’t I like what I see?

jetblackrose: Because I can send you a message without stuttering like a damn fool. I can stare at my phone until I find the perfect way to phrase things. I can’t do that in person. In person I’ll probably just stare blankly at you and make weird sounds.

drumming_heartbeats: I would still love you, Gen. I’m not much better. I’m probably worse lmao.

jetblackrose: You’re sweet to say that. But I’m a very what you see if what you get type. I’m either hyper, loud, and obnoxious or I’m closed off and shy. I fluctuate from wanting to go on all the adventures to wanting to stay curled up in bed all day. It’s why I end up with failed relationships. No one can handle the wild mood swings. Which is fine. I get it. It sucks. But I get wanting a partner who can navigate middle ground.

drumming_heartbeats: Well all those guys are idiots because that sounds fuckin perfect to me. Like I’m a busy guy. And as much as I’m down for adventures, I’m also down to just do fuckin nothing. Like just being with the girl is good enough, you get me? An adventure can be as easy as building a fort and watching movies all day.

jetblackrose: YES! Like fuck, that’s all I want. Someone who gets it. Someone like you.

drumming_heartbeats: Good thing you have me then.

jetblackrose: Good fuckin thing indeed! God, I’m so glad you messaged me.

drumming_heartbeats: Me too.

~~~

jetblackrose: Fuck, I’m so stressed!

drumming_heartbeats: Aw, what’s wrong baby?

jetblackrose: Just lack of motivation. Like I need a mental health day. Only there’s too much to do that I can’t actually do that. Like if I could pause time, that’d be fuckin great.

drumming_heartbeats: Aw, sorry baby.

jetblackrose: It’s my own dumb fault. I know I have to get stuff done and I just… feel so uninspired I guess? Like I don’t want to do work. I want to do things that bring me joy.

drumming_heartbeats: Like Ashton lmao?

jetblackrose: Haha, very funny. But yes. And no. Like fuck I just wanna talk with you all day and bingewatch tv shows.

drumming_heartbeats: Yeah, I get that. But you’ll get through this. You’re strong. Love you, baby.

jetblackrose: Aw! I love you too, baby! Fuck, I can’t wait for my vacation in a few weeks.

drumming_heartbeats: Going anywhere or just like a good chunk of time off from responsibilities?

jetblackrose: Just a good chunk of time off. If I go anywhere it’ll probably just be around here. See some friends. Maybe go to the beach to get some use of the new swimsuit I bought.

drumming_heartbeats: I’m your friend. Can you see me?

jetblackrose: You wanna see me? You want to experience all this awkward in real time? Are you feeling okay?

drumming_heartbeats: I’m serious lol. Why not? We’ve been friends for how long now?

jetblackrose: Like 6 months? Holy shit.

drumming_heartbeats: So is that a yes? Can we meet?

jetblackrose: I thought you’re traveling for work?

drumming_heartbeats: My job is sending me off in spurts lol. Like I’m actually coming home this week. And then I’ll be home for like a month.

jetblackrose: And you want to see me on your time off?

drumming_heartbeats: Why not? Don’t you want to meet me?

jetblackrose: Of course I want to meet you Tom! I love you, you goof. But I’m nervous.

drumming_heartbeats: Lol, why?

jetblackrose: Because I love you this much with having never seen your face or heard your voice. I don’t want to see you and then have to say goodbye. If I get the chance to actually be in your arms, I’m not gonna want to leave.

drumming_heartbeats: Lol, good. Cuz I don’t think I’ll let you go.

jetblackrose: Okay, seriously, I could not love you more. Like are you trying to make me a flustered idiot?

drumming_heartbeats: Is it working lol?

jetblackrose: Yes! Okay, can I ask you a question?

drumming_heartbeats: You can ask me anything.

jetblackrose: Would… fuck I dunno why I’m so nervous asking you this… It’s no secret that we clearly care for each other. It’s also no secret that we love each other. But… is this all in my head? Am I confessing all these feelings and you don’t actually feel the same way in return?

drumming_heartbeats: Gen, baby, I’m serious. I… I want to meet you because I think we can be more than this. More than what we are here through these messages. Not that I don’t love our conversations. Not that I don’t want to stop having them. Because I love talking with you. I wouldn’t trade this relationship we’ve built for anything. But I want to keep building it. And I want to meet you to do that. If you don’t want the same, that’s fine. But that’s where I’m at.

jetblackrose: No. I want to meet you too. I’m just scared.

drumming_heartbeats: Don’t be scared. I love you, Gen.

jetblackrose: I love you too, Tom.

~~~

Gen sat in her car, frowning. Seven months of talking and she was finally about to see Tom. They had agreed on going to the beach as they both felt relaxed by water. But she was nervous all the same. Not only was she seeing her best online friend she had admitted to having a massive crush on, he was also going to see a lot of her skin, as she couldn’t exactly hide under jeans and hoodies at the beach. Not that she wanted to hide from Tom. She was just scared. She flipped down the visor and checked herself over in the small mirror. Then, she took a deep breath to steady herself and got out of the car.

She walked along the pier, the ocean breeze stirring her hair and bringing forth a calm steadiness within her. She leaned her arms on the wooden banister and waited. Her nerves had caused her to arrive a half hour early.

The water swirling around beneath her was hypnotizing. She wasn’t aware of time passing until a voice was calling out, “Gen?” followed by a small tap on her shoulder.

She turned, a smile on her face, nervous flutters in her stomach. As her eyes scanned up at her friend, her mouth dropped open.

The man giggled, a dimple indenting his cheek. “Surprise?”

Her eyes flashed behind her sunglasses and then her hands were shoving his chest. “YOU LIAR!” she shouted at him, her voice shrill.

“Whoa,” he said, grabbing her hands as she continued to push him. “Hey, I didn’t lie!”

“Yes you did! You said your name was Tom!” She ripped her hands out of his grasp, her skin lighting up in memorization at his touch.

“Clever, eh?” he smirked.

“Clever?! Lying to me was clever?!”

“I didn’t lie!”

“You lied about who you were, Tom! What else did you lie about?!”

“Just my name. I promise. And you don’t have to keep calling me Tom.”

Her voice shot down to a barely audible whisper as she told him in a horrified tone, “If I don’t call you Tom, then this becomes real. Really real. And then I’m the lunatic who just shoved my favorite drummer from my favorite band while screaming that he was a liar. And… STOP SMIRKING, ASHTON!”

Ashton held up his hands defensively and took a step backwards. “Alright, alright! I’m sorry, okay?”

“Sorry about what? Sorry you lied to me? Or sorry I’m mad about it?”

“Sorry you’re mad about it. I had to lie.”

“No. No, you really didn’t.”

“Yes, I did.”

“BULLSHIT!”

“Do you see how you’re acting right now?! This is why I lied! Can you imagine if we had done this over messages?”

“I wouldn’t have believed you.”

“Exactly.”

“Your friend got you into 5sos… fucking… UGH!”

“Yeah, that was pretty clever wasn’t it?”

“I cannot FUCKING BELIEVE YOU!”

“Well, will you let me explain then?”

“Please. Wordsmith your way outta this one. Be my guest.”

“Okay,” he huffed, pushing his back hair out of his face. “I liked you the night of the party. When we actually met.”

“Oh, my God… my life is a fan fic…” Gen interrupted, eyes wide as her brain played catch up, still not believing this was actually real.

“I have to be careful, okay. It’s not that I wanted to lie to you about who I was. Not that I was. Everything I told you was real. My feelings are real.”

“Jesus, I said so many fuckin’ things to you. So. Many! I said you gave me a daddy kink! I said I wanted you to choke me! I said those things to someone I thought was a friend!”

“I am your friend!”

“No! You’re ASHTON FUCKIN’ IRWIN! And I’m… Gen,” she admitted, sadly. “I’m right where I was seven months ago. Meeting my idol and trying not to read too much into it. Only it’s worse. Because you’re aware of things I never would have told you had I known you were actually you. Please excuse me while I go die in a hole. Matter of fact, I’m just…” She walked towards the edge of the pier, placing her hands on the banister and pretended to lift herself up.

“Stop that,” Ashton scolded with a chuckle, pulling her off the railing and into his arms.

She froze, her body going rigid. “Let go of me.”

“No. I said if I got you in my arms I wouldn’t let go. And you said you wouldn’t want to leave. Now who’s the liar?”

“It’s still you by a fuckin’ mile!”

He let go but only to spin her around before his hands were gripping her shoulders. “I’m sorry if I upset you by keeping my identity a secret. I get if that changes things for you. But it doesn’t for me. I still feel the same way I felt towards you today that I did yesterday. And I’ll still feel the same way about you tomorrow and for the rest of my life.”

“Y-you do?” she asked, her eyes wide in disbelief.

“Yes. Maybe I went about this the wrong way. Maybe I should’ve asked for your number that night instead of waiting for the picture of us to surface so I could find you that way. Maybe I shouldn’t have hidden my identity. But I did what I thought was best. I don’t like being vulnerable. I don’t like putting myself out there. So I protected myself the best way I knew how. You still got the real me, though.”

She stared up at him. As much as she wanted to be mad at him, she couldn’t. He was still her online best friend, and she was still in love with him.

“Look,” he kept talking. “Maybe we walk off this pier and never speak again. Or, maybe you trust me and yourself. Maybe we make it. Maybe we don’t. But either way, neither one of us is walking off this pier the same person we were before.”

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[incarnateirony]

If we're looking to puzzles in past seasons, how about Zach's installation of false memories / fake selves in S+D in It's a Terrible Life? How much of it is Zach (or the show) just fucking around for fun? And how can anyone after watching it think Dean is heterosexual, or that the show thinks he is? I'd love to see analysis of all the parallel universes, false futures etc together that looks at what those eps are doing, from What Is and Should Never Be to French Mistake to The Trap

I imagine this is a followup to the time travel ask (x) which I will link here too, because it’s still important, even if this example itself is not time travel. I actually went into the OP and edited in a segment saying honestly, Time Travel takes more Universal Power than Created Spaces, from what I’ve witnessed in Supernatural.

I’m actually going to avoid the “Dean het/bi” argument here for once because, while I do espouse that Dean is now canonically bi via a series of low visibility text, the most textual nail being driven in during Last Call, I generally give that old era I just don’t see the same kind of genuine queer coding. The few episodes they crop up in tend to be Edlund’s and they were an entire universe away from modern Bobo+ episodes in delivery, and I’m just... going to go “nahhh, if you use that as part of what you see by all means, but I’m not about to dive into that with any kind of intent here.”

I did also during my edit point out some stuff in the Trap:  That is to say though, that according to this model, there IS still a future out there written somewhere that Dean had to bury Cas in a Malak Box, got overwhelmed by depression, literally gave up, turned into a monster and killed everyone he loved with Sam until he too died. But Not This Sam, Not This Dean.

But to go into the one of false memories and fake selves, we actually go closer to my Thought Boxes experiment. (x) 

Unlike The End and Edlund, we lack any kind of creative commentary or even text in the script itself to vaguely IMPLY this was an actual alternate timeline. But all timelines happen within Thought Boxes (see link) that have time installed (as opposed to many heavens being delineated/not having the Swiss Watch installed like Chuck’s worlds, but Chuck isn’t the only one that can perceive of an order.)

This is where things get a little warpy for people: stop thinking of angels as their vessels for a minute. Does Cas properly own his now, is it his own body, yes. But beyond Cas, or even before Cas had his living period(s) (which is actually a great deal of why he’s so thoroughly invested in the human perspective compared to his peers), I need people to realize that “wavelengths of intent” thing is important as fuck.

The faces we see are vessels to interact in a timeline with. They are functionaries, even if some proverbially hit a button like Anael. They are designed to pull out tasks within a universal structure, and also have lesser powers (by scale of their general grade/type) reflective of the divine that created that one. But just like Michael couldn’t actually snap his fingers and nuke them all in Dean’s Thought Box, I gesture at for example Dark Side Of The Moon where while Zachariah mocked them, he actually couldn’t pull out ubermoves on them, and couldn’t find them when they disappeared into Ash’s Thought Box. Because in here, we’re all just mental projections. And in here, we’re all the same. So you can’t. Don’t play God’s game, make him play yours. 

We also find out that God had wiped Sam and Dean’s death memories in heaven before, not too unlike Castiel did Lisa and the kid later. Memory manipulation is nothing new.

This seems like a bizarre aside to approach little things like It’s A Terrible Life in, but it’s actually key to nail in. Also, I don’t know how many of you have watched Agents of Shield, but this may help people: When uploaded to the Framework from Aiva’s system rather than an independent one, people completely had their memories messed up. This all actually applies a similar idea. And yet really, think of this as uploading to different worlds. When the Immortal Human Soul, which is timeless, is Uploaded to Earth, they also don’t know anything about their Immortal Past. Now, put a Thought Box inside a Thought Box. Be that Dean thinking he really did own a bar, or Sam thinking he’s a phone center operator, the uploaded individual to the Thought Box does not necessarily retain all they should know, even if things eat at them as right or wrong in the scale of it all until they unlock their true nature.

It’s A Terrible Life is not too different: from MichaelDean’s headbar, from Castiel’s zoned out reality with Lucifer, or whatever else. It is an alternate created space the souls have been packed into, resetting what they know despite what they Know. It too is a venture--if less immediately visibly philosophical--about the (re)discovery of the self. 

Now, in It’s A Terrible Life, respectively Zachariah was God (despite actually working on behalf of god Outside of the Terrible Life Thought Box). He designed the entire system and story and rules and regulations for them to play in, a thought box, and one he could directly intervene in, unlike in The End. Power flowed back to Zachariah in this box.

ADLER stands up and presses two fingers to DEAN's forehead. Everything goes from saturated color to dim. DEAN looks around at the office and himself.

DEAN What the hell? Why am I wearing a tie? My God, am I hungry.

And he directly influenced how their bodies reacted, such as the fact that Dean somehow felt fine eating rabbit food rofl.

DEAN Gross. No thank you. So, what? I'm just hallucinating all this? Is that it?

ZACHARIAH Not at all. Real place, real haunting. Just plunked you in the middle without the benefit of your memories.

One might argue this infers that it is a real place *on this earth*, on which neither side actually has receipts as much as “conclusion majority jumps to.” -- In the very least, Zachariah directly impacted the body-cage and its memories and function. But also for Sam and Dean to have been enrolled there, he would have had to do it to an infinite chain of people in their path that wouldn’t notice the new chief of marketing and everybody on the floor knowing Sam and all the weird influences in those people’s lives too. Which again is why I point up to how CENTRAL this Thought Box idea actually is to Supernatural, and how very much Zachariah’s “real place” is just as likely, with all other functions we’ve seen, just like any other Real Place that the characters call Not Real. It isn’t real to Them. Because it’s not their lives and their stories. It doesn’t have their people.  

It’s somewhere in an infinite ocean of thought boxes, possibly one created by Zachariah himself since he is literally positioned as a CEO there. Which is... honestly, if you get past the mental hiccup of thinking outside the (thought) box, a far easier resolution to this entire scenario than Zachariah butterfly effecting half the planet just to troll Sam and Dean. And even if he DID do that, there Is the reminder of wavelengths of celestial intent, and how easily Chuck reset the planet’s state of knowing, but Zachariah as a general angel (kerubim by his description of himself) and not God Himself would have limits in that authority, so making a divergent box makes far more sense.

This was when use of Matrix and Baudrillard and whatever else was fairly young in the show, though, so while I can’t swear that was 100% the intent when it was *made* (and again, unlike The End, we have no creative commentary on this that I’ve found), as Dark Side of the Moon came a season later and evoked it, Carver deployed it a few times, and now Dabb Era quite centrally hovers around it, in the very least modern canon and all its evolutions would easily lead to this result.

[ajokeformur-ray]

Lay all your love on me // Joker x Reader // soft comfort for you.

This is the twin piece to Beacon of Hope; I wrote it once again for @rebs-doom​ in the hopes that this will also comfort her. I’m so happy that Arthur’s one helped you! 

Summary: Joker isn’t happy. You’re not okay, and he can’t have that. So he does the only thing he knows how to do - he questions you closely enough that he shatters your already crumbling walls and vows to pick up the pieces with you.

TW; same as Arthur’s one - reader and Joker smoking, swearing, suicidal ideation, dissociation, angst and fluff. Heavy feelings are described here so if this may affect you, then please either read with care or skip this one.

Word count: 1, 373.

Joker leaned against the open bedroom door, his arms folded over his chest and his index finger tapping erratically against his red blazer. You hadn’t noticed him yet. Though you had a preference for lying on the floor over lying on the sofa or the bed, tonight you were doing just that; you were curled up in bed on Joker’s side, a cigarette between your lips and a book in the other hand. The radio played quietly and every now and then would you hum along.

Joker knew that your heart wasn’t in it, though. 

You were just doing what you could to stay distracted from the demons inside your head.

“I make that,” Joker squinted up at the ceiling, mentally tallying up how many cigarettes you had smoked today. Fuck, but your lungs hurt. You felt like you shouldn’t have been smoking this much today but the other part of you really just didn’t care. So you would die young. Fuck it. “Twenty nine cigarettes. You gonna stop at that one?”

“Probably not.” You exhaled as you spoke, your voice a sigh. 

Joker pushed away from the door frame after a tense moment of just staring at you, his eyes seeing far more than you would have thought. To an outsider, he looked like he was curious. In reality, though, he was able to look right into you and see everything that you were trying so hard to hide. He took his time in closing the door, resting his forehead against the cool wood for a moment as he fought himself for some composure. He hated seeing you in so much pain. He turned to you, then, his dyed green strands seeming brighter in the natural light of the room, and said, “Game’s up, sweetheart. You gonna tell me what’s going on in that complex little mind of yours?”

“Nope.” You popped the ‘p’, still staring off into space. Joker was a red blur in your vision and you blinked, caring little for how cold you could be coming across. You had seen each other in worse states, anyway.

Joker narrowed his green oceans. “And why is that?”

Your bottom lip quivered a little and you bit down on it. “Because I’m hanging on by a thread. And I can’t - “ You closed your eyes against the sting of tears and took another deep drag. As you exhaled, a single tear slipped down your cheek, and that was all Joker needed.

In an instant was your cigarette, almost burned down to the filter, plucked unceremoniously from your hand. Joker took a long, deep drag, finishing it off, and he stubbed it out on the bedside table, drawing a smiley face with the smouldering ashes. He made it to the other side of the bed in the same instant, his eyes bloodshot from how hard he was trying not to cry. Your pain had always been his pain; you were so in love with each other, so close mentally and physically, that any emotion either of you felt was felt just as strongly by the other. Laying on each other’s side of the bed, you were reminded of all the intimate conversations that occurred in this room, of all the times you had held one another after a nightmare or all the times you had brought each other to a toe curling orgasm after a long day. Images of your lives together  so far flashed through your mind and as Joker reached out a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, a broken cry ripped its way out of your throat as your walls finally, finally came crumbling down.

As you began to cry, to really cry, Joker couldn’t help feeling a small amount of pride. He had been the one to break down your walls; sure, it hadn’t taken a sledge hammer but he had had to chip away at you, piece by piece, glance by glance, and now he could see you in your rawest, most vulnerable state. He was so proud of you. His own tears slipped down his painted cheeks, the blue triangles dripping down his face and creating an expression on his face that matched your own. The wide painted smile so greatly contrasted with the tears that you felt, even in your state, that it perfectly encapsulated your Arthur; he laughed when he wanted to cry, he cried when he wanted to laugh; he was so often at odds with himself but now... oh, but now was he free from all that had been holding him down, holding him back. Was it really so bad that he had stepped into himself and gotten comfortable? You didn’t think so.

“I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. I’m so scared that everything is just a joke, that you’re gonna get sick of me and you’re gonna leave. You’re all I have. I don’t want to be alone.”

Facing you as he was, Joker couldn’t stop the tears pouring down his face. They fell hot and fast but he ignored his own tears in favour of wiping yours away. “Everything I do is for you,” he murmured, “to keep you safe and happy. You have been by my side through all of it and that kind of loyalty is something I will never forget. Don’t you see how loved you are?”

You reached out, blinking quickly. The edges of your consciousness flickered back into view and it was with a sudden mental jolt that the room seemed brighter, the sheets under your body suddenly felt warmer and life came flooding back into you as Joker drew you out of your dissociation without even trying. It was unprecedented the effect he had on you. “Please don’t leave me. Please.” As you shifted forward to seek physical comfort did he also move, recognising the signs that you had come back into yourself after days of dissociating and functioning on auto pilot; and your bodies collided together, Joker shoving a leg between yours to anchor you to him. He pulled you so close into his front that not even a sheet of paper could have gotten between your bodies, and as you wrapped your arms around his middle did his hands cup your face. Joker angled your head upwards so that he could kiss all over your face, his lips so soft and gentle against your face that it only made you cry harder as you clutched at his red suit. You were wrinkling it but you didn’t, couldn’t care. Not when he was being so tender and gentle with you. He was so Arthur in moments like this that you were forcibly reminded that they were one and the same person and that Joker was who Arthur had always been. The man you so dearly loved and cherished had always been right beside you.

“I would burn this world to the ground if anyone dared to try and take you from me.” His words, so violent, were at odds with the soft lilt of his voice, the way his bloodshot eyes were looking at you with so much love, the way his lips were kissing away the physical signs of your pain, the way his leg between yours was keeping you attached to him. “You’re all I have.”

You smiled, tears slowing their descent as you gazed at Joker. Gods, but he was beautiful. “You save my life every day.”

Joker’s eyes hardened. His jaw set. His nostrils flared exactly once and his soothing hold on your face tightened minutely. “The next time you feel this way, tell me. I want to be here for you. You’re never alone because you have me.” He tightened his grip on your face just a little more, dipping his head so he could kiss you fully on your lips, his mouth commanding yours. You gave in, sunk into his comforting weight, fell into his touch and allowed Joker to love you just as he always had and always would. 

A promise was made on this night and Joker would hold you to it. He wouldn’t accept anything less than all of you, just as you had accepted all of him.

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[planetsam]

Malex fic where Alex has a thigh holster. I haven’t been able to get it out of my head since I saw it on roswellnmprompts. Also I need something not depressing after this ep.

Eventually, the grief lessens its chokehold.

Michael almost wants to snatch it back as it does. He wants to crawl into the hole that he’s hidden in, wants to wrap himself back in the barbed love. He doesn’t want to get better. Not really. Not if it means losing another part of himself that says he had a family. A mom. He clutches at it with all of his good fingers but it slips away. The acceptance settles over him and eventually he has to shuffle out. He doesn’t have to but he doesn’t have much of a choice. It’s lonely in the hole. No matter how much wine and science Isobel and Liz bring to him. Baby steps eventually find him on Alex’s couch, tossing the ball for his beagle as he gets ready for some super secret operation Michael isn’t a part of.

“I can’t believe you’re making me stay at home,” he snaps, “your dog is self sufficient.”

“We’ve been over this,” Alex says, “your recovery is more important,” he comes around the corner, “you don’t have to like it.”

“Good,” Michael snaps, “quit glaring at me. Isn’t one of you supposed to be doing puppy eyes?”

He looks over at Alex and nearly gives himself whiplash. It’s dark out so naturally Alex is in black cargos and a black turtleneck. He looks like some kind of 1940s spy. Michael remembers those old black and white movies one of his foster families used to put on. But his hair is spikey and not slicked back and it’s kind of fucking with him. Alex doesn’t notice as he threads his belt and does up, of all things, a thigh holster. Michael feels his mouth go dry. It’s not like sex has been much of a priority and a grief filled quickie—he didn’t want that with Alex. Not anymore. Alex rests his leg on the couch and adjusts the straps that wrap around his thigh. Unfairly high on it if Michael’s being honest.

“Earth to Michael. Are you paying attention?” Alex questions.

“Antar to Alex, reading you loud and clear,” Michael says, a little more sarcastically than he intends. Alex gives him a look, “what?” He says, “alien can’t space out?”

Alex does that thing where he rolls his eyes and makes that scoff Michael hasn’t heard him make in a long ass time. He drops his leg and bends to the dogs level. Michael watches, admittedly a little at his form but also at how smoothly he moves. He missed that somewhere in his grief. Alex barely favors his missing leg side. The beagle whines and rolls and he shifts his weight to get at her stomach. He glances over at him and Michael can’t stop the faint smile that comes on his lips.

“You look good,” he says. Alex glares, “i’m not trying to get to go on your super secret mission!”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously,” Michael says.

Alex straightens with the same ease and it’s super not fair. He walks over and stands in front of Michael who now wishes he hadn’t undone all his work on the spaceship so he could fly himself into the sun. Alex looks at him hard for a moment, then relaxes fractionally. He glances down at his wristwatch and Michael narrowly avoids a beagle jumping on a sensitive part of his anatomy.

“I have to—“

“Yeah yeah,” Michael says.

“I’ll be back in a few hours,” he continues.

“Oh joy,” Michael says.

“There’s a lot of cold water in the showe—hey!” The pillow wacks him seemingly of its own accord, “i’m going. Both of you behave.”

“Only til you get back!” Michael shouts as Alex leaves.

He attempts to distract himself. Alex ran off but like on a regular mission. He’ll be back. He plays with the dog and takes her on an extra long walk which has her loving him even more. He does not take a cold shower but he may poke in the bedroom just to make sure if things happen they’re ready. He’s aimlessly flicking through the channels and cementing his reign as the dog’s favorite human when the lock turns. Alex steps in and Michael gives him a once over for any major injuries. Aside from some dark smudges on his face though, he looks fine. Good. Damn good.

“You save the world?” He asks.

Alex hesitates only a moment, looking at him like he’s trying to decipher something. Concentration has always looked adorable on him and Michael scrubs across his face before pushing himself up and walking over.

“I don’t want to rush this?” Alex says and it comes out as more of a question. Michael grips his arm, like he did in the desert and Alex lets out the same kind of shuddering breath, “Michael—“

Michael kisses him.

It’s like a rocket goes off and they can’t get deep enough. He pushes Alex against the door as Alex hauls him closer by his shirt. Michael braces himself with an arm against the door and Alex gets his hands under his shirt. Michael makes a noise he’s not sure he has since they were touch starved teenagers. Alex grinds down on the leg he gets between his and Michael thinks he might be losing his mind.

“Bed—bedroom,” Alex stutters out as Michael works on his neck, thumbing down his turtleneck, “Michael. The dog—“ Michael swears and glances at the beagle who looks apprehensive.

“Don’t worry. Daddy’s fine,” he says, enjoying the distressed noise Alex makes as he lets his head fall back against the door, “bedroom it is. You stay,” he adds and flicks the remote to animal planet.

He drags Alex or maybe Alex drags him but the second they’re in, Michael grabs his turtleneck and pulls it off, throwing it aside before his own shirt follows it.  They kiss again and for the first time when Michael’s fingers skim the marks on his body, the desire to grab his shirt is only fleeting. He presses into Michael instead. They stand there kissing for a long time. Too long. Eventually Michael pushes him back onto the bed and Alex pulls him down no top of him. Michael pins his hips and presses against him and Alex feels like he’d cut his other leg off for friction. He rocks his head back, panting for air as Michael leans over him, some of the ash on his nose from Alex’s face.

“You’ve got—“ he reaches up and wipes the smudge off, pausing only long enough to realize how fucking badly he needs this, “my stuff’s in the drawer,” he says.

“Got it already,” Michael tells him, a smugness in his tone that makes Alex try to get his hips up even though Michael’s got a hand on his pelvis.

Michael undoes the holster and Alex’s pants and tugs them off his hips. The prosthetic was replaced months ago with one that’s a dark grey and impossibly sleek. Michael imagines he’s not supposed to find it as hot as he does. But he strokes it and Alex full on whines before rocking his head back again. His own hand fumbles down his thigh but Michael grabs it and kisses his knuckles before undoing his leg and pulling it off. Like he’s watched Alex do a million times. When he gets close enough Alex pulls him by his belt loops and opens up his pants, shoving them and his underwear down in one go. There’s something nice about seeing Alex as desperate as he feels. But nothing’s as nice as when Alex wraps his hand around him and Michael lets his head fall against Alex’s shoulder.

“Fuck,” he swears, forgetting how good Alex is, “fuck, okay, okay—“

He grabs the supplies and then it’s all curses and sensations and sounds. Michael’s never been, but the rawness of this must be what flying is like. He’s so used to looking over his shoulder or going as quick as he can with Alex that the fact there’s two doors between them and the rest of the world lets him go as slow as he can. Which isn’t very since it’s been months and while he’s not upset they waited, his body is definitely on board with fucking Alex like this. And in several other ways until they’re both collapsed on the bed half on top of each other, gasping in the silence of the room.

“Wow,” Alex gets out finally and Michael experiences pride for the first time in a very very long time, “what the hell brought that on.”

“Bulitt,” Michael says, “old action movie one of my foster families would watch. Steve McQueen was wearing a black turtleneck.”

Alex looks over at him.

“You figured out you were bi watching a Steve McQueen movie?” Michael nods. Alex is silent for a moment, “I’ve got a shoulder holster.”

#michael guerin #alex manes #malex #michael x alex #roswell new mexico #roswell nm fanfic #prompts #malex fic

[lovehugsandcandy]

Junk and Ash

A/N: @bi-outta-cordonia, your post about Colt’s cactus broke my heart and this came out. Thank you (?) for the angst. I am also still working on requests but wasn’t getting anywhere until this came out. Sorry.

Pairing: Colt-focused (Colt x MC, if you look), ROD

Length: 761 words

Rating: PG-13 (Swearing)

Summary: Colt returns to the garage one last time.

Tags:  @deimosensblog @alegria1580  @choicesarehard @thefarrari @client-327 @moonlit-girl-wonder @going-down-downtown@soniadotalves@jolietmaraud @hazah@flowerpowell@poeticscolt@brightpinkpeppercorn @zaira-oh-zaira @powdesiree0816 @umiumichan

This is stupid. Colt knows this is stupid. You never want to make the obvious play and this is nothing if not obvious.

He looks up and down the street, again. Dark. Still. Other than a car backfiring four minutes ago, he’s heard nothing, seen no one, for the last 11 minutes.

He told himself he would wait 15 but the standing, the waiting…not his strength. He knows, God he knows how dumb this is but he’ll be quick. Just a quick look around and then out, gone before The Brotherhood shows up.

With one last look, a quick dart of his head, he pushes himself off the wall, out of the darkness, and crosses the street, ducking under the caution tape and crossing into the soot and debris. It still smells like smoke here, faint but enough to burn his lungs, evoke the memories of that awful night. 

He shakes his head. He can’t think; he has to move. The concrete floor has soot everywhere, outlines of footsteps still visible, even in the dark. It’s creepy, the walls almost entirely gone, some piles of bricks rising from the exterior. The fire wasn’t hot enough to burn the metal, so most of the tool boxes are still standing. He runs his hand over a lift; though the metal is there, the electronics have undoubtedly been destroyed. It’s all junk now. All of it. Ruined, useless, lost junk. Him included.

Further back, into the one place he knows he needs to go, the one place he wonders if he can bear. Past the skeletons of cars and debris, back as far as he can go, bricks barely standing, he walks into his dad’s office.

He needs to sit, needs a minute, he would sit, but there’s no chair, barely anything left here. Anything wood is long gone, the chairs, table, top of the desk. All the papers are ash; he picks up a pile to watch it fall through his fingers. The memories here, fuck, the memories. Far too few, not enough time spent with his dad. He feels a flare of anger at all that he missed while he was away, all the time the crew had with him, the time Logan got with him. He makes a fist, knuckles white. He can’t think about that now. He has to move.

He starts looking; there’s not much here, but he needs to look, to search. The filing cabinets were open so all the papers are gone. A few keys in the bottom of a drawer, useless now. The safe, stuck in the corner, relatively untouched, but he knows what’s in there. He doesn’t need any of it; there’s no MPC anymore.

The last place is the desk. The top was destroyed, burnt up, covering everything in a thin layer of ash; it’s easy to peer over the top and just start looking, inside. There’s not much there, ash, ash, and more ash, feeling around in the dark when he stops. His hand has hit something, irregular shape, a piece of plastic? How? He pulls it out and examines; it’s pitch black inside but he needs no light to know what this is. 

Pop kept this?

This stupid piece of shit? He looks, squinting into the darkness, at the stupid sombrero hat, the mustache on the cactus. He chuckled, blinking hard, trying and failing to keep his eyes dry. Of all the things he could keep, this? This was Colt’s first dash ornament, from his first car, before he because obsessed with the bike and it’s roar and it’s siren call of freedom. He hadn’t seen the cactus in years, didn’t know or care where it ended up, but his pop?

He flicked it with a finger, watching the stupid plant shake in his hand. He almost put it back, in the hollows of the desk, when he paused, considering. He didn’t need it on his bike but maybe, someone with a car? Someone with a car might want it, someone with a pink import and a colorful sleeve, someone who made him feel like it wasn’t just him against the world.

He shoved it in his pocket, quickly. He knew his time was up. With one last look around, one last check for something, anything else of his dad, he snuck out, slinking through the street, back to the shadows, pausing at the corner for one last look. One last tear. Then, off into the night, before The Brotherhood could catch him, before the memories overtook him. Time to move.

#playchoices fanfic #colt kaneko #colt x mc #choices rod

[professionally-unprofessional]

I LOVED your headphones post for Bakugou x reader!!!! If you have the time, could you make a sequel for when truth or dare happens and what may happen afterwards?????? Your writing is great and I'm hella enjoying it. Have a wonderful day/night!

Bakugou x Reader - Headphones Pt.2

I’m mighty glad that my writing is enjoyable and that you like it. Thanks for requesting. I’m sorry it’s taken so long for me to get around to. I enjoyed writing this part and I hope it’s okay! When you should be studying for finals but you just want to chill and write for MHA

Read part 1 here!

Oh, and there’s slight swearing here. What can I say?

You’d enjoyed resting on Bakugou. He was soft and warm like a giant hot water bottle or those plush toys that were microwavable so you could heat them up. Yeah. That was it. As promised the game of truth and dare had come up and Bakugou had been forced to stay. Mina had found an empty glass cola bottle and everyone sat around in a circle. There was quiet music in the background that’d been put on so it wasn’t silent in the meanwhile.

“Okay, so whoever goes gets to spin the bottle and choose the dare for the person it lands on.” She declared cheerily. No complaints came up. It was an unspoken rule that if someone couldn’t think of a truth or dare, then they’d be given suggestions.  You were still on the sofa, on Bakugou. However, at realising the game was starting, you sat up and slid off the couch to sit leaning against it. At your call for him to join too, your pillow let out his trademark ‘tch’ and slid down to sit beside you.

There were a couple of fun rounds to start with. Mina also declared that the penalty for chickening out either meant drinking a concoction of whatever they could find in the kitchen. Now that was a scary thought.

Mina spun the bottle to see who was going to start and it landed on Kirishima who in turn spun it around and got Mina who cheered. When the red-head came up empty with any dare ideas, someone remembered that Mina enjoyed dancing and the suggestion came up to see if she could twerk. Indeed she could. And well.

Sitting back down after bowing with a grin, she spun the bottle and landed on Jiro who they ended up playing music from Kaminari’s phone on. How on earth that worked was anyone’s guess.

A couple more rounds went over. You sort of zoned out to check your phone and when you looked back up, it was because Mina and Kaminari had jumped up and gone over to the kitchen and had begun to brew a concoction. “Keep playing!” Mina called while opening the fridge to see what nasty thing they could make Iida drink.

Iida spun and it landed on Midoriya. Naturally, Iida didn’t have any good dares. Bakugou was throwing out a demeaning comment or two but eventually, it was Jiro who came up with one. “How about you get out your notes on someone from our class and show us.” This got the class curious and the boy was soon pressured into revealing one of his treasured notebooks. He was forced to read out his notes on Bakugou to which the blond grumbled and called it creepy before looking at the notes on Uraraka and Momo since it seemed some of the boys thought that the plain kid might not be so innocent but there was nothing that would’ve interested Mineta on those pages and thus he retained his reputation as a bit of a cinnamon bun.

However, as the fates would have it, he ended up with his spin landing on Bakugou to which the blond obviously found personal offence in and yelled at the green-haired kid. Mina popped back with a grin and halted the choosing of Bakugou’s fate to give Iida their nasty drink.

It was green and goopy and thick. The list of ingredients was too long to list and too gruesome to think about. It stank too. With cheers from the class, Iida downed a quarter of the glass and looked as though he was going to vomit. Using his quirk, he dashed off to the sink and got himself some water to rid the taste with. Poor, poor Iida. That’s the fate he got for refusing to do anything inappropriate or demeaning.

However, now Mina and Kaminari were back and in the circle along with Kirishima. Bakugou swore that he was going to murder Kirishima if he let slip the fact that the blond had confessed to having a very slight crush on you some time ago. He did not need this.

There was a suspicious amount of whispering and giggling from the Bakusquad before Sero looked up and grinned. “Well, apparently we’re starting out tame, so have a girl sit on your lap for the rest of the duration of the game without exploding them.”

“You get to choose who!” Mina put in at the last moment as well. Damn them! They were going to make him choose you. He was debating just how bad the concoction was before you sighed and plonked yourself down on him to which he had to stop himself from screaming and going red.

You didn’t look amused, but you rolled your eyes. “Well, who else is going to deal with being so close to your explosive ass?” You huffed and shifted slightly on him to get comfortable. The Bakusquad was giggling like cartoon hyenas and the rest of the class seemed to be shocked. Whether it was because you’d actually sat on him or because he hadn’t exploded was a mystery to you. Or perhaps it was because he’d gone red despite his best efforts not to.

You suddenly realised that now the gazes had turned expectant. Ah, the bottle. It was just out of arms-reach and you mentally slapped yourself. You were sat on Bakugou so he obviously couldn’t reach it, meaning you’d have to.

You had to move forward, making yourself uncomfortable again to spin it.

The bottle was spun and once again, you had to settle down so that you didn’t have to be super uncomfortable for the rest of the game. However, just as you were getting comfy, two hands went to your waist and stopped you deftly. You huffed and sat still, getting the hint.

What you didn’t know was that part of the reason he’d gone red and why he’d stopped you wasn’t just from the sheer embarrassment or irritation. It was actually because the feeling of your ass rubbing against his front was far too uncomfortable and it was making him extraordinarily fidgety, trying to focus on anything else but the feeling of you sat on him. Those damn extras. He’d be sure to give them a piece of his mind later, providing he made it through this game without internally dying.

So the game continued uneventfully, there were a couple of truths, revealing a couple of crushes and things like that. There were some slightly less inappropriate truths, followed up with some games of fuck, marry, kill. Some of the answers were surprising, some weren’t. Everyone laughed when Bakugou had to choose what to do with Midoriya, Todoroki and Mineta. When he spluttered and couldn’t answer, you sniggered and he told you to shut up and without thinking, asked you what you’d do. Answering flawlessly, killing off Mineta and doing as you pleased with the other two, you gave him a triumphant look and dared him to give a steady answer.

What a mistake. He was crushing on you and even if it was a game, the mere thought of one of his rivals screwing you and the other marrying you was enough to severely piss him off. He answered sheerly out of anger and everyone could indeed tell that he’d done it without thought. As laughs erupted, you too chuckled at the idea and he growled at everyone, shoving you off him to spin the bottle for him. The trouble was, now that you were sat on him, you were both taking the penalties. Although admittedly that round had been aimed at Bakugou as Sero had been the one to land on the both of you and had said it was for Bakugou, not you.

However, it seemed that Mina had noticed how agitated Bakugou had become and was to do something about it. After a couple more rounds of mindless truths and ‘would you rather’ games, it was back to the both of you. Before you had a chance to say anything, Bakugou declared that you were both to do a dare. He was not having someone throw Midoriya into a fuck, marry, kill scenario for the fourth time. Why did everyone always put him as one of the options?

You huffed but knew you’d have to go along with it. It was actually Todoroki who’d spun on you after being asked to heat up a hot water bottle for Mina. She was making the most of her opportunities after all. Denki had been dared to buy her whatever food she wanted as long as it was within reason for the next two weeks. He’d agreed since he knew what was in that nasty looking glass on the side and he was not prepared to drink any of it.

It was the bi-coloured boy who’d spun on you so you weren’t too worried. This was Todoroki after all, so how bad could he be. He paused to think of something to make you two do. He’d been struggling to come up with anything outrageous all morning. It wasn’t like Kirishima hadn’t noticed his best friend’s predicament though. Kiri smiled and called out “Well, why don’t you two love-birds kiss already? You’ve been arguing like an old married couple a bit already this evening.” Mina instantly jumped to agree. And thus peer pressure meant that Todoroki nodded at their proposal and gave you that dare.

You knew Kirishima was referring to when you’d been given the options of Midoriya, Todoroki and Bakugou for screwing, marrying or killing. Purely and utterly to wind the ash blonde behind you up, you’d said you’d kill him and did as you pleased with your other options. He’d yelled at you and you’d just grinned at him in response and made sly remarks. When it was proposed to you again because everyone knew you were just winding him up, you said you’d screw him. Marriage was a little much and you didn’t want him getting any ideas that you’d just throw yourself at his feet. His ego was big enough already and you had no idea how seriously he’d be taking all of this.

He’d promptly gone red much to the amusement of everyone else.

Midoriya was miffed that everyone seemed to be finding making fun of Bakugou amusing - usually everyone made fun of him. At least in before UA, anyway.

So now, here you were, slightly flustered at the proposal for you and Bakugou to kiss with the rest of 1-A watching. The girls were giggling as were the Bakusquad along with whispering among themselves. Of course they would be. You’d gathered from the Bakusquad’s reactions that they obviously thought that Bakugou liked you or something. Why else would they be acting like shipping-crazy schoolgirls?

As for the rest of the girls, you were well aware that they’d picked up on the slight hints in your body language around him and a couple of other things. This is what you got for trying to be nice and offering him an earphone.

You were debating taking the drink before curiosity got the better of you. What would it be like to kiss the fieriest personality in your class? He growled and was having an internal conflict. Okay, so maybe he wanted to kiss you. He’d never admit that, but maybe he did. However, this was not the scenario he ever thought it’d be in.

That was a lie.

From the second Mina and Kirishima had seen the two of you on the sofa together as you had been with truth or dare on the horizon, he knew this might be a potential outcome.

Bakugou Katsuki was no idiot, he knew what teenagers were like.

Especially Mina, Sero, Kirishima and Kaminari.

You shifted to face him and sighed, having finally managed to shove down your blush, even though you were still internally flustered. Better not let him see that.

However, you’d found a loophole. You quickly whipped around and kissed his cheek. “There, that was a kiss, moving along swiftly,” You grumbled, trying to hold down your internal screaming as you spun the bottle quickly.

“No way!” Mina exclaimed. She wasn’t going to let you get away with that! She stopped the bottle and pointed an accusing finger at you. “The dare was for both of you and a kiss involves both people! Suck it up and do it properly or you can drink the whole mix!”

Now that was a serious threat. You sighed. Damn her. You moved so that you could comfortably look up at Bakugou. “Well, let’s get this over wi-”

You were cut off since he’d grabbed your face and quickly pushed his lips to yours. It was rushed; it wasn’t neat and it was certainly quite rough. However, it was gone before you knew what’d even happened and as you were trying to compute that you’d just been kissed by your crush, he’d reached past you and spun the bottle so aggressively that Midoriya had to move back so that the edge didn’t collide with his knee.

Bakugou was flustered once again by his own action but that was that. It was done. There was a moment of silence in shock before everyone burst out in cheers, laughing and only then did you realise that at least three of your classmates had whipped their phones out and taken photos.

“Oh my gosh, what’re we going to name the ship!?” Mina cried and instantly, the game was long forgotten as the Bakusquad and the girls jumped at fussing over your new ‘ship’ and the details. The others looked on and smiled at the others’ joy and cheerful chatter.

Bakugou had thrown you off his lap to which you’d sharply retorted that you hadn’t done anything and that it was his fault.  At once, he’d stormed off, his ears red and burning while everyone else laughed. They’d expected no less.

They were not going to let this go anytime soon and you knew it.

Your suspicions were confirmed when you hear Mina yell. “Alright, I declare us the (Ship Name) Shipping Squad! Let’s make this ship sail.” There were a number of cheers in agreement and laughter.

Oh boy…

#katsuki bakugou #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #my hero academa x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader #oneshot

[ifiwantmagicinmylife]

About the Shannara finale & season in general

This is gonna be long so…

First of all, i wanna be very clear. I’m not trying to spread hate for the show. I love this show. i would never say anything hateful cause i appreciate how this show is and how it wants to be, and i don’t want it to be cancelled due to negativity. I’ve just been frustrated about it…at least lets say since the finale, and I’m writing this to try to get it out of my system.

First of all, I’m a wilretria shipper. since day 1 Eretria&Wil have been my babies. so I’m sure you can see where some of my frustration comes from.

Second. From day one my favourite characters have been Eretria, Allanon and Ander (see why my frustration?)

Eretria: I love Ivana. when she won the Goya award i clapped like crazy. And then turned our Eretria was awesume. Anything anyone would want to be. Strong, an amazing fighter, brave, loyal….and as we also learn, kind and even sweet.

Allanon: i love Manu since i don’t know when, so him being the druid guy…i knew it was gonna be badass. and then it was. and i couldn’t love Allanon more.

Ander: the cool friendly uncle. helping niece to run the race, going to get her at the party like “omg girl you look stunning, that’s ma niece” and then talking relationships with her. I JUST LOVED HIM. and then he also made impossiblefor me to focus on tragic moments. i don’t tag him “the ‘dat ass’ elf” for no reason…

Well, so far you can see season 2 has not given me happiness in this matter. 1 became ashes and the other a waterfall (sort of)

What frustrates me about these is, well..the books. I still haven’t read them, cause i was waiting for the end of the season, but i read a couple of things, from which i got that Ander&Allanon probs both died on the 3rd book. Ok, i can deal with that but...I can’t? cause I thought this season was filling a gap between book 2 and 3. but that’s ok i guess. follow the book way too early.

But what gets me about this is that then I can think or say, “ok, so i guess then they will also follow the book for Eretria and Wil, right? I mean…cmon. It doesn’t seem like that for now, but you know, that’s what a season 3 would be for”, but then people say “oh cmon, the tv show doesn’t have to follow the book, stop with the books”. But the thing is, season 1 was very much like the book from what I’ve heard. I remember reading in the Nerdist website they said they wanted to keep it very similar to the book, that they only made Eretria have more depth and do something more than FALL IN LOVE WITH WIL AND FOLLOW HIM AROUND (sorry, dunno why that capbloq itself…oh wait, i do) So, they are gonna follow and even make happen ahead of time things that happen in the book, but others..neeeh. ok, that frustrates me.

And one other thing, since i’m talking about my ship. I feel wilretria shippers have been mostly completely silent this season. I don’t think we have created any drama regarding Lyria. We just kept getting blows and letting that relationship happen without saying a thing. Because we fear if we say anything we will be called “homophobic”, get hate and things like that. And it is frustrating cause we aren’t voicing ourselves because we aren’t dicks, and we are letting everyone enjoy their ship, but this may ruin any chance of our ship happening if they think we don’t care. And we are seeing it getting even harder with the Mareth thing. So i want you to understand, i don’t care if Eretria has a gf, she is bi so she can have all the gfs she wants. But shutting out Wil completly as a possibility cause yes...no. I love Wil and Eretria even since before i watched the show. I do care, so much.

Now about season 2 in general:

PROS

Garet Jax or “jarjar gax” how i like to call him for funsies. total badass. I wished we could have know what was his past entirely cause it seemed interesting, dammit.

Mareth: She was cute and sassy, a magic user in a different way we had seen, which was cool! and then, related to Allanon, which is great considering we also know nothing about Allanon, or Mareth’s mom. So nice, she could be anything and take us anywhere

And on that note, something I’ve always appreciated about this show, from Tilton, to Allanon, to the gardener, to the background actors, to the rovers & elf hunters...this world really seems like a real post-apocaliptic world cause there’s people from all etnicities. these season some more in leads. good show

This stupid season made me love Wil. That lil bitch annoyed me so much. But he is too cute. And we saw him in his lows and in his highs. using the magic unwisely, hugging the hell out of Eretria when it turned out she wasn’t dead (this poor kid, i swear to god. a whole year thinking he lost Amberle and Eretria; the latest being his fault for leaving her behind). Also he made his peace with Allanon awww. And to be honest I love his death scene. It mirrored Amberle’s and now all our 3 heroes have died to save everyone (let’s not forget ma rover bleeding herself out, ok?) And thank whomever must be thanked, he isn’t dead. You can’t die when i start to love you, a-hole. tho that’s what this show does to me.

Eretria: We got to see where she comes from, what will be her challenges and how her loyalty to her friends is stronger and bigger than anyone could ever have thought. Also she was badass as always.

Ander. I mean, Ander is everything. anything with Ander was the best scene ever. dat ass. best king ever. bless. he also said Eretria is family and at this point I dunno if i want Eretria to marry Wil or him cause honestly “yes, i remember when i met your mom...i fell for her instantly. i mean, she kicked me in the face and let me unconcious, but..” is a great “meetcute” Also the threw that traitor down the waterfall omg my king is so fucking badass.

Allanon: i mean...pfft it’s allanon. everything about him is a pro, duh. Giving him a family and showing him caring for Wil was nice too. he is not a heartless guy. he loves all this crazy kids.

Bandon, Riga, Warlock lord: god, you bunch of asshoooles. i hate you all so muuuuch. Good bad guys :) The warlock lord became my hero when he de-headed Riga. you deserve it biiitch omgggg for Andeeeer. Then the Bandon thing...i mean...poor Bandon, but bitch, you had everyone occupied and Riga killed Ander. Then my new hero warlock lord killed that ship traitor Allanon (i was like that’s what you get! but then he was cursed and became ashes....and i was like, ok a bit too much) and then he did the other thing and i was disappointed on my new hero. i was all “i was rooting for youu” They all where awesume at being bad. is awesume having such great baddies

I can’t believe i almost forgot her

Ambertree: or Amberle, as you prefer. I really didn’t want her to be back for the sake of my ship. but I also did start crying when i saw her in the trailer. So i guess i love her too. And seeing her was so nice. I missed the elf princess. but stay as a tree please Amberle. (ps, also wtf amberle you too with the Mareth thing, i take it back, i hate everyone on this show)

CONS

Ander: Can you please explain to me what the hell has this poor thing done to deserve this shit? His brother dies. he becomes this depressed drinking ball of an elf and loses his gf. years later his dad, his bro, half of his goddamn castle, his ex he still loves die. ALL DIE. His niece becomes a tree. And he has to be king. Also Eretria kicked him in the face (i kind of ship it) And then we get to season 2 and the girl he is with s murdered (....i wasn’t on board of this anyway cause god Catania, you effed the Bandon inprisonment, didn’t ya. but if Ander my love was happy. but no. and then he gets murdered trying to save this girl (Eretria i’m never going to forgive you for being up to tell her to get up and run, but not to throw a knife and save my elf husband). and so the story of Ander ends. Being throw down the traitors waterfall, where no one can recover his body and give him the royal funeral he deserves. I will forever be bitter about this, i kid you not. #longlivetheking

Allanon: Again, my babies cant catch a break. He is trying to stop Bandon, turns out he has a daughter with his loved one and we don’t get to see them become dad and daughter. I had already accepted he was gonna die because i read someone saying “after what happens in book 3″ And then he drops that “you and mareth are ma ship” bomb. my brain: “oh you asshole how dare you to compare them with you and Pyria. You can die now, byeeeee” (i’m evil, i know).

Eretria: I feel this season didn’t do much for her. I guess she did all the development she could do in season 1. But i feel they mistreated her a lot. I get she has a girlfriend, or so, cause at some point she had broken up with her i think...but i feel the way they made her interact with Wil was just weird. The little times they interacted. that was annoying. (those two have so much chemistry they have to keep ‘em apart or we all would be arranging their wedding by the “welcome back, shorttips”) Eretria has always been in love with Wil, let’s be honest. We all saw her face the day Wil said “there is no us” or when she saw him kissing Amberle. We all know without Amberle in the picture things would be very different. Does no one really remember he was up for it the same day he met Eretria? and then some days after in the palace room? (also let me point out Eretria does love will cause to rob some stones she could have giving him an “Ander” and leave. but she didn’t. she stayed, and said would never call him shortips again). So this two at the very least had the hots for each other to begin with. Also let me remind you how Wil cried when Eretria died. He used the stones for something else than killing a demon for the first time to save her (if that doesn’t scream love, soulmates, endgame or whatever, i dunno what does) And this season, tho they have kept giving us sweet moments of the two, where we shippers kept our hopes high (the tree girl was gone, this was out moment), and we hoped to see THEM FALL IN LOVE AND GET TOGETHER (since its a space between books, you know)... and that’s why the complete anulation of this ship is so painful for some of us. We felt Amberle was some sort of puppy teenage love, and Eretria would be the true love woman for Wil....but no. anyway...a Shannara and a child of the Apocalypse. Good magic & (bad/good) magic. ancient kings blood, ancient humans blood. like honestly.

Wil: I’m not gonna blame the poor kid for being an emo and be mad at the world, cause his life went to shit last epi of last season (if not all season in general). And i honestly developed love for him this season. BUT...this thing about him and Mareth...I feel it came out of nowhere. They were just friends and then one day she makes eyes to him and he makes eyes to her? there wasn’t even a big thing where i could say, where there they realized they love each other...and out of nowhere they are the biggest love story eveeer. im sorry, no. i can’t. I get everyone loves them, but i...no. (again, i guess is the wilretria shipper in me who sees more past and more development in the relationship and that this was happening too quickly out of nowhere) (Also the pre-death kiss, that was i guess so romantic and adfghjklñ....kinda ruined the scene for me. like “oh ffs, die already, Wil!”*narrow*” was a thing that happened in my brain)

Others: I dont think I have much complains about the others. One of the only ones is Lyria’s storyline. i feel like the only thing i saw her do was mope and cry? and that one time she stood up to her mom, planned a wedding with Ander and once held a sword (which i feel they really exploded to make her look badass)...i feel like they made this character to be the love interest, and im sorry for it cause it could have been so much more. Also that “don’t wanna be a princess I’m running away but yas i wanna be queen” thing...does it even make sense for the person we were introduced to? also it was the fact that I had to buy into her love story with Eretria. When i saw in the trailer she was gonna have a gf i was like, oh no...more difficulties for my ship, but hey yes, let’s see what happened here. But then...i didn’t know anything about them? when did they meet? how long have they been dating? “where you go, i go”...where does that come from? how did i know what Lyria’s mom told Eretria about her saying that to everyone wasn’t true? Maybe my ship blinds me, but i feel this relationships started as if i started season 1 with will and Amberle frickfracking and then she becoming a tree and I’m supposed to be super sad, but i can’t I don’t know if it makes sense since i shipped Pyria and Allanon since moment 1 but that’s probably my “omg star crossed lovers, him staying young while she grows old, not seeing each other in 30 years shdfadlgfhañsla” loser heart Mareth: I was here for the magic kids friendship until it stopped being a friendship. now she is ruining my life. and i don’t appreciate it.

((me being annoying: also the blingbling palace was too much for me, omg did i miss Arborlon))

Ok, I think that is all. I know it seems like I didn’t like this season, but omg, i loved it. it was so intense all the time, and so many awesume fights, and some great new characters. Is just that I had hopes for my ship just to see them sinking more and more. at this point I’m Artax and my ship is more a submarine.

I can’t wait to see what they do in season 3 (and probably cry and hate everyone cause my ship sinks), but this show is too good to end forever in a “to be continued”. I want my babies back

and please show, stop getting people i love into #crispinskorner

#me watches tv #the shannara chronicles

[jongdaeslut]

hamartia

series: meet your maker (2/?)

pairing: jongdae/jaejoong

rating: explicit

warnings: dubcon, forced homosexuality, jaej being sweet when he should just be an asshole

summary: jongdae goes through with a dare and ends up with a dick in his ass rip jongdae

notes: this is supposed to be uncomfortable to read. it is for me. fixed up some from the ao3 version, so i’ll have to go back and cross-post the better version THERE at some point. enjoy the blatant use of italics i guess

baekhyun and chanyeol successfully drag jongdae to his first frat party almost a full month after the blowjob incident.

“what’s the point of joining a frat if you don’t take advantage of it?” baekhyun had questioned him.

“they’re fun!” chanyeol had told him.

“minseok will be happy if you come,” baekhyun had said, and chanyeol had nodded in agreement.

and so, a few hours after jongdae had let himself be talked into a potential run in with kim jaejoong, jongdae’s stuck in an adolescent game of truth or dare with a few of his brothers. the king of creeps himself watches them with mild interest from his seat in the corner of the room, drink in one hand and cigarette in the other.

jongdae pretends he's not there.

(he’d come up to them when they’d arrived, greeting them all warmly, but as baekhyun and chanyeol walked away, he’d closed in on jongdae. “it’s good to see you again,” he had told jongdae under his breath, voice low, so that only jongdae could hear him. jongdae had promptly booked it to the alcohol.)

and now it’s baekhyun’s turn, and much to his delight, jongdae’s his victim. “truth or dare?” he asks, lips turned up into a grin.

“dare,” jongdae tells him, not only because he’s not a little bitch, but also because baekhyun is notoriously invasive and jongdae has something to hide.

as expected, baekhyun’s face falls in disappointment. “damn it. i dare you to…” baekhyun hesitates, momentum gone when he realizes he doesn’t have any ideas. “shit, um… give me a minute.”

“dare him to sleep with me,” jaejoong pipes up, grinning. there’s a twinkle in his eye that makes it seem like a joke, but jongdae has a sneaking suspicion that he’s dead serious.

“don’t you think that’s too much?” he objects, and jaejoong cocks his head and looks at him as if to say i disagree.

baekhyun blinks. “no, yeah, yeah!” he giggles drunkenly. “sleep with jaejoong! i dare you!”

for a moment, jongdae is dumbfounded, but within a few seconds, his shock has turned to anger. “baekhyun, what the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“that’s what you get for calling me a slut just because i’m bi!” baekhyun cheers, words slurred. “a dick up your ass, bitch!”

“i already told you, that’s not what i fucking meant!” jongdae bites out. “i’m not having sex with jaejoong!”

“then pass,” baekhyun sniffs. “coward,” he says, pretending like he’s trying to be quiet, but he knows it’s loud enough for jongdae to hear.

“i’m not a fucking coward,” jongdae says, suddenly indignant. “you know i’m not.”

“i don’t know that anymore,” baekhyun says, “considering you’re too scared to fuck jaejoong.”

“i’m not scared to fuck him. i just don’t fucking want to.”

“then do it!” baekhyun says. “fuck him!”

he’s clearly trying to egg him on, but jongdae’s pride is pricked, and his first instinct is to protect it. “fine! i fucking will, then!”

baekhyun looks smug, and the reality of his mistake quickly comes crashing down around him.

“shit. shit.” he turns on his heel and storms into the kitchen, making a point not to look back at his petty asshole of an (ex) best friend or meet the eyes of his trashy senior brother.

he pours a cup half full of vodka, fills the rest of it with the first bottle of whatever that he gets his hands on (which turns out to be sprite - not something he would have gone for, but not the worst option, either), and gulps it down despite the blatant refusal of the soda to even try to challenge the alcohol sharing its cup.

he shouldn’t have fallen for baekhyun’s bluff. baekhyun knew how to get on his nerves, knew how to get him to react, and jongdae wasn’t fucking drunk enough that he didn’t know better than to sink to baekhyun’s level.

“fucking idiot,” he mutters to himself.

“you or him?” a voice asks as an arm wraps around his waist, thumb immediately playing with the waistband of his jeans, and jongdae tenses instantly. “i almost didn’t think he’d go for it,” jaejoong says conversationally, ashing his cigarette onto the kitchen floor’s deteriorating linoleum. “but i guess he wanted to piss you off, huh?”

“do i really have to deal with you right this fucking second,” jongdae groans.

“don’t be mean,” says jaejoong. jongdae can’t see his face, and he’s glad for it, because he suspects jaejoong might be pouting. “i’m here to offer you a better deal than what you got.”

“there’s no way you’re letting me get out of sleeping with you,” jongdae says shortly, “so i don’t know what you think you have that’s going to interest me.”

jaejoong chuckles. “you’re right about that. but you can either take my dick in your asshole, or you can stick your dick in mine.”

oh. that does get jongdae’s attention. “you’re serious?”

“sure i am. your friend didn’t specify whether you had to give it or take it until after he made the dare, so i think there’s some leeway here.” jaejoong leans in, lips almost brushing jongdae’s ear. “i’m gonna give you a chance, babe.”

jongdae stays still, not wanting to waste his only out in this situation. “what’s the chance?”

“let’s make a bet,” says jaejoong. he lets go of jongdae and reaches for his abandoned cup. “what were you having?”

“what’s the bet?” jongdae asks.

“all business, i see.” jaejoong digs through the bottles on the table until he sees something he likes, then pours it in. “i’ll tell you what, you can even pick. try for something you think you’ll win, i don’t care.” he grabs another bottle, and examines the label before putting it back down. “i’ll have more chances to get you in bed, anyway.”

a faint feeling of nausea hits jongdae, and he scans the room desperately, eyes finally settling on baekhyun’s new best friend, unbalanced even while standing still, drink sloshing out of his cup with his messy, animated gestures. “there,” he says, “chanyeol.”

jaejoong turns around and follows jongdae’s gaze. “who?”

“that tall, skinny guy. with the big ears.”

“ohh, him.” jaejoong nods in recognition. “he looks like he could fall over at any second. so what’re we betting on, how fast he passes out?”

“no, we’re betting on whether or not he pukes first,” jongdae tells him. “i think he will.”

“then i guess i have to say he won’t, don’t i?” says jaejoong, and they stand together and watch to see chanyeol’s next move.

every story jongdae’s heard from baekhyun says that chanyeol has a weak stomach, so when chanyeol passes out on the couch first, it’s a devastating shock. jongdae swallows, his throat dry. “guess he learned how to drink.”

“guess so,” says jaejoong. he passes jongdae’s cup back over to him. “this is for you. seems like you need it. i’ll take you home in a bit - i think things are close to winding down anyway.” he leans down to an open cooler and grabs out one of his favorite shitty beers, then leers at jongdae. “see you then, babe.”

“right,” jongdae says blankly. “see you.”

he takes a sip of the drink. he thinks it’s probably good, but for some reason he can’t taste it.

they’re barely through the door before jongdae asks if he can have a drink.

“sure, take your pick. clean glasses are on the dish rack.” jaejoong leans against the wall, watching as jongdae grabs a shot glass. “although i’d rather you were sober,” admits jaejoong, crossing his arms. “i want you to remember your first time with me.”

“such a romantic,” jongdae mutters. if this were any other situation or any other person, he might feel the same, but he’s completely sure he doesn’t want to retain a single memory of what’s about to go down. his solution is to grab the nearest bottle of liquor and pour it into the shot glass, not bothering to check the label. he tilts his head back and the glass with it, quickly swallowing down its contents.

it’s whiskey, it’s too strong, and it’s exactly what he needs, so he pours another shot and takes that too.

“you done?” jaejoong asks. “or are you just planning to drink my alcohol and pass out on the couch?”

“just wait one fucking second.” he pours one last shot - rule of three, he thinks, third time’s the charm - whatever bullshit phrase that gives him an excuse to down one more drink, he’ll take. So he finishes that shot too, and slams the glass down on the counter with more force than would ever be necessary. “alright. i’m done.” he pauses. “hold on a second. we’re not fucking on that couch, right? because if we are, i swear to fuck -”

“we’re not fucking on the couch,” jaejoong interrupts him. “but i did clean it. i told you i’d do it before the next time you came over, remember?”

“yeah, i remember.” he squints at jaejoong, as if staring at him intently could reveal the man’s true intentions. “did you fucking plan for this?”

jaejoong shrugs. “if you call waiting for an opportunity and taking it once it comes planning, then sure.”

“you’re a fucking scumbag,” he tells jaejoong.

jaejoong doesn’t seem particularly bothered by the insult. “i get that a lot. come on.” he secures jongdae with an arm around his waist and begins leading him through the living room. “let’s get you in bed.”

jongdae keeps step with him obediently, if not totally willingly, because damned if he’s gonna let baekhyun’s dare get the better of him. he’s less interested in upholding the terms of the bet with jaejoong, but the sleazeball is muscular enough to overpower him easily, and jongdae thinks he wouldn’t really have a choice in the matter even if he tried to argue.

so he doesn’t - just lets jaejoong sit him down on the bed, grip his chin firmly and lift it gently (as if he gives a shit - what a laugh), and take him in for a moment.

“you’re such a cute little twink,” jaejoong says. there’s something strangely akin to affection in his voice, and it feels wrong. jongdae wants to argue, tell him to shut the fuck up, i’m not gay, and i’m certainly not a twink, but jaejoong’s lips are already on his own, so he’s silenced even before he gets the chance to voice his complaints.

he tastes like cigarettes soaked in some unholy mix of vodka and tequila. it’s fucking nasty, and jongdae recoils, pulling out of jaejoong’s grip in the process. “your breath is disgusting.”

for the first time, jaejoong looks ruffled by his words. “that’s fucking rude.”

“yeah? well, don’t smoke, then. better yet, don’t kiss me. then you won’t have to hear me bitch about it.”

“shut the fuck up,” jaejoong growls, but his mouth retreats to jongdae’s neck anyway. he bites down on the flesh, and instinctively, uncontrollably, jongdae’s head lolls to the side, giving jaejoong better access.

jongdae needs jaejoong to know that this isn’t some sort of submission, though, that this is just his fucking weak spot (although that’s bad enough to admit), so he says, “don’t leave a mark.” it shouldn’t need to be said since jongdae doesn’t belong to jaejoong in any way, shape, or form, but jaejoong doesn’t seem to give a shit about any of that, so he figures he’d better take the precaution.

the sound of displeasure jaejoong makes vibrating softly against his neck is all the confirmation jongdae needs that he’d been about to ignore a boundary that jongdae shouldn’t have had to set in the first place. the victory feels sweet, so jongdae lets his eyes fall shut as jaejoong makes his way down his neck, teeth grabbing his skin, mouth sucking it firmly.

and then jaejoong pulls away, leaving the wet flesh where his mouth had been to go cold. jongdae opens his eyes to see what jaejoong’s doing instead, which turns out to be taking off his shirt.

“you can leave that on,” jongdae tells him, then pauses. “please feel free to leave that on,” he amends.

“nah, i’m good.” jaejoong tosses his shirt somewhere on the floor, then reaches down and grabs the hem of jongdae’s own, clearly intending to remove it.

“i want this on,” jongdae says, hands now at jaejoong’s, attempting to pry white fabric out of strong fingers.

“well, i want to see you,” jaejoong counters. his free hand comes up to push jongdae’s arms away (jongdae lets out a yelp of shock at the show of force, which is fucking embarrassing), giving him the opportunity to swiftly pull jongdae’s shirt over his head.

jongdae immediately crosses his arms in an attempt to cover himself, bitter over his exposure. “happy?”

“you’re such a prude,” jaejoong says fondly. “now take off your pants.”

“you do it, if you’re so fucking eager to see me naked,” jongdae snaps at him.

it’s petty and spiteful and clearly another huge mistake, because jaejoong looks pretty damn pleased by the suggestion.

“alright,” he agrees.

“wait, don’t -” jongdae attempts to backpedal, but jaejoong unzips his pants in a flash and shoves him down on the bed.

“lift your hips,” he tells him.

“i can -” jongdae tries to protest, but jaejoong interrupts him before he can even get the words out.

“lift them,” he repeats. jaejoong’s voice is firmer this time, eyes boring into jongdae, and he wants jaejoong to stop looking at him like that, stop looking at him at all -

so he does what he doesn’t want to do and obeys, feeling meek and pathetic as he does.

it pays off, at least, because jaejoong’s line of vision moves down to his crotch as he hooks his thumbs into jongdae’s underwear and curls his fingers into his jeans, pulling both them down past his ass, his knees, and finally freeing them from around his feet.

jongdae’s only half hard from the work jaejoong had done on his neck, but jaejoong’s gaze is appreciative regardless. he wraps his hand around jongdae’s cock and strokes it, working it to full hardness.

“you don’t need to do that. i don’t need to get off,” jongdae tells him, but doesn’t reach down to stop him, knowing that jaejoong would just knock his hand away.

“it’s more fun if you do,” says jaejoong. “besides, i’m not the type of asshole who just leaves his partners hanging… but that’s something you already knew.”

jongdae lets out a grunt of reluctant acknowledgement, because to be fair, jaejoong isn’t that kind of asshole. he’s a different, worse kind, but jongdae’s not going to split hairs about it with his dick on the line.

when jaejoong’s finally satisfied with jongdae’s erection, he releases his grip and looks jongdae up and down, lips curved in a self-satisfied smile. “you look so fucking good like this, baby.”

jongdae feels like gagging. “please go back to babe,” he says. “or, better yet, call me by my actual name. it may surprise you, but i have one.”

“i know that, jongdae.” jaejoong says it, tone a little snide, just to rub it in that he really does know. jongdae hates how it sounds from jaejoong's mouth, and he resists shuddering. “but right now,” jaejoong continues, grabbing a nearly empty bottle of lube from his nightstand, “you belong to me, and i’m gonna call you whatever the fuck i want.”

“i fucking hate you,” says jongdae.

“come on, babe, don’t be mad at me. your friend was the one who dared you to take my dick up your ass,” jaejoong points out. “i was nice. i gave you an opportunity to fuck me instead. we made a bet, and you lost it fair and square, so stop fucking complaining. now get on your hands and knees. i need to finger you, so let's make this easy.”

being on his hands and knees means that he won’t have to look at jaejoong’s awful, handsome face, so jongdae does rolls over and does it without a fuss. “you’d better not just stick your dick in there like it’s nothing.”

“i’m not going to hurt you,” jaejoong says. he sounds exasperated, and for a second, jongdae feels pleased.

but then jaejoong is applying the lube to his asshole. it’s wet and it’s cold, and jongdae hisses at the sensation.

three shots were not enough for this, jongdae now realizes. he’s not drunk like he wanted to be, barely even tipsy anymore, and now the sleaziest bastard he’s ever met in is life is seconds away from shoving his fingers into a hole jongdae only ever wanted shit to come out of.

and then, without any verbal warning, jaejoong’s slowly pushing a slick finger into his asshole. it shouldn’t be surprising but it is, and jongdae jerks away from the invasive feeling.

“stay still,” jaejoong tells him, grabbing his hips with his free hand. “i’m gonna make this good for you, i promise.”

“fuck you.”

“we can think about that next time.” jaejoong’s finger is all the way in now, and it feels fucking wrong. jongdae wants to pull away again, and jaejoong seems to notice because he leans forward and kisses the back of jongdae’s neck in an effort to sooth him. “i know it feels weird right now, but it’ll get better soon. just relax.”

jongdae doesn’t think it will, especially not if jaejoong acts like that (the feigned sweetness makes his blood boil), so he tries to rush the process. “add another.”

“alright,” says jaejoong, and jongdae feels pressure on the rim of his anus. that pressure quickly gives way to a painful stretch as jaejoong pushes the next finger inside of him, and jongdae inhales sharply. “don’t worry. we’ll take it slow.”

“fucking hurts,” jongdae grumbles.

“i know,” jaejoong says sympathetically. jongdae feels jaejoong pulls his fingers out and to his relief the pain recedes, but jaejoong’s fingers are quickly back inside of him with fresh lube. “there. that should be better.”

it’s not comfortable, but it doesn’t feel as bad as it did before, so jongdae lets jaejoong work his fingers in deeper with a wince as his only complaint.

“just one more.” jaejoong’s voice is strained with want, and jongdae can somehow feel disgust in his very bones. he lets go of jongdae’s waist, instead wrapping his hand back around his cock, finger teasing the head. “let’s get you used to these, and then just one more until i can be inside of you properly, fuck.”

in the end, jaejoong is right. it does get better, but it’s thanks to jaejoong’s hand twisting around his cock, not time spent having fingers up his asshole. still, jongdae gets used to it, and after some time jaejoong’s able to gently fuck him with his fingers. so jaejoong lets go of his cock and picks the bottle of lube back up from the sheets, again removing his fingers from jongdae’s hole in order to prep him for the next addition.

jongdae can’t stop himself from whining at the loss, and he feels himself flush to his ears.

“cute,” jaejoong says, chuckling lightly.

“fuck you,” jongdae says again in retort.

the process repeats itself, with jaejoong opening him up slowly, carefully, until he can move his fingers steadily in and out of jongdae. it feels like forever but then all of a sudden they’re gone, and jongdae hears jaejoong exhale shakily and the soft clink of his belt buckle as it comes undone.

“you’re gonna look so fucking hot on my dick, jongdae,” jaejoong rasps, and jongdae wishes he hadn’t asked him to use his name. he can feel the head of jaejoong’s cock pushing at his hole, and while it can’t possibly be more than he’s already taken, but his heart beats hard in his chest anyway. jaejoong pushes inside of him, and dirty, lube covered hand takes its place with its mate on jongdae’s hips. “god, your tight little asshole feels so fucking good,” he groans out.

jaejoong’s careful preparation had allowed for a smooth entrance, and even though it’s a tight heat inside of jongdae’s asshole, it’s nothing he can’t handle. his first thrust is slow and deep, and jongdae’s arms feel weak at the sensation of too much, so he drops down to his elbows to steady himself.

“you’re such a sweet little slut for me, babe,” croons jaejoong, nudging jongdae’s legs further open with his knees. “i wish you could see yourself like this. so fucking pretty and perfect on my cock.” he’s fucking jongdae properly now, thrusting firm and deep, and jongdae lets out a pathetic hiccupy moan that jaejoong seems to adore. “you even sound great like this. do you like my cock that much, sweetheart? your first time, and you’re still such a fucking whore for me. you’re even fucking back on my cock, you know that?”

jongdae doesn’t like jaejoong’s dick and he doesn’t like what jaejoong’s saying (most of all, he doesn’t like jaejoong), but he knows he's not being lied to. jaejoong knows what he’s doing, and the slick feeling of his cock moving in his hole actually does feel nice inside of him, even against the stream of dirty words falling from jaejoong’s tongue.

he squeezes his eyes shut and fucks back - consciously, now, wrapped up not just in wanting this to be over but the pleasure of what’s happening, too.

jaejoong’s thrusts start to lose their rhythm, become hard and staccato as they penetrate jongdae beneath him. his hand makes its way back to jongdae’s dick, intent on making jongdae come undone with him. it’s the one that was in jongdae’s asshole, so it’s foul as hell, but the lube lets his hand slide over jongdae’s cock with expert ease. “cum on my cock, baby.”

it's disgusting request, but it’s not long until jongdae’s body forces him to obey anyway. he spills into jaejoong’s hand with a wail, and jaejoong groans as he quickly follows suit, slowly pulling out as he makes his way through his orgasm. jongdae thinks he feels something warm and wet follow his cock out. he hopes he’s imagining it.

jaejoong lets out a satisfied sigh. “you did great, babe. let me clean you up so we can go to bed, okay?”

jongdae scowls at him. “i can clean myself up just fine.”

“no, let hyung take care of you,” jaejoong urges. “you’re going to be unsteady after that.” he offers jongdae his hand, but jongdae ignores it, pushes himself off the bed and walks towards the door. his legs are shaky, though, and he knows jaejoong can see it, so he doesn’t flinch when an arm wraps around his waist (he does, however, flinch when he feels jaejoong’s semen drip down his legs. the fucking psycho really came inside of him).

in the bathroom, jaejoong cleans the excess lube from his asshole and the cum from his legs (“although i’d love to leave it,” he murmurs, much to jongdae’s thoroughly expressed revulsion). jongdae’s more stable on the way back but jaejoong keeps his arm wrapped around him anyway as he leads him back to his room. “sleep over. i’ll take you back to your dorm tomorrow morning after breakfast.”

“no breakfast, and i’ll get myself home, thanks.” he digs for his boxers and pulls them on, but his shirt is nowhere to be found.

“so you’ll sleep over.” jaejoong sounds pleased.

“i’m tired,” says jongdae. “and you’re just gonna make me do it anyway, so whatever. shit, where the fuck is my shirt?”

“just wear this.” jaejoong pulls a t-shirt from a drawer and tosses it to jongdae, whose face is twisted in considerable displeasure. “i’m not spending ten minutes wandering around my room looking for your shirt, and neither are you.”

jongdae looks down at the shirt in disdain.

“lights are going off, so it’s that or nothing. just put it on and get in bed.”

“i’m sleeping on the couch,” jongdae tells him, voice muffled by the fabric over his face. it’s big on him. “i’ve had enough of you for one night. and for forever.”

“don’t be like that,” jaejoong chides, flicking the lights off and pulling jongdae back towards the bed. “you can be the little spoon. it’ll be nice.”

jongdae tries to squirm away, but jaejoong wraps his arms tightly around jongdae’s small waist. “fuck you,” he says for the third time that night, this time muttered under his breath.

“like i said, we’ll see,” jaejoong murmurs back, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. jongdae cringes away from him, but jaejoong pulls him back in. “nighty night, babe.”

jongdae doesn’t respond, just closes his eyes and tries to fall asleep, trying to convince himself that he’s alone back in his dorm, and not here in jaejoong’s arms.

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