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loverdotpng · 11 months
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Love this sprite of him..
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lazarusemma · 5 months
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Nov 6 - Cas is
Nov 11 - He’s
Nov 18 - Sam says Mia says journaling helps. Sure.
Nov 19 - Should’ve been me.
Nov 20 - Sam, if you’re reading this thing, I’ll kick your ass.
Nov 21 - Spaghetti for dinner. Cas still dead. Journaling still stupid.
Nov 24 - I should’ve said
Nov 25 - Should’ve told him.
Nov 26, Thanksgiving - Not a whole lot of thanks around here. Thanks for dying in front of me, man. Thanks for saying all that. Thanks for disappearing again before I
Nov 30 - C not back.
Dec 5 - 1 month. C gone. J quiet. S annoying.
Dec 6 - Least Sam’s alive.
Dec 8 - [drawing of Castiel, half sketched]
Dec 10 - Not much of a friggin’ artist huh.
Dec 26 - No miracle.
Dec 31 - Gonna be another year without 
2021
Jan 1, New Year’s - Midnight alone. You should be here. You should
Jan 2 - I should’ve
Jan 5 - 2 months
Feb 5 - 3 months since I should’ve fucking kissed you.
Feb 28 - If this was a leap year man I bet you’d be back tomorrow you always did shit like that surprised the hell out of me.
Mar 1 - So it goes.
Mar 2 - S thought the library here had Vonnegut. Didn’t.
Mar 5 - 4 months Went to get a library card in town.
Mar 11 - “And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.”
Mar 30 - Sam might have a hunt for us. Don’t know if
Mar 31 - Turned it down. Passed it to Jody’s crew.
Apr 1, April Fool’s - Real funny C. Joke's over. Come back already.
Apr 9 - There’s things I can’t say things I’ve never been good at saying but you gotta know
Apr 29 - He didn’t know he didn’t know he didn’t know he didn’t
May 5 - You died not knowing, you asshole. 6 months and you’re not back so I can’t tell you.
May 6 - You missed Star Wars day, you know.
May 7 - Didn’t even Han you. Well I didn't know did I.
May 8 - Did I?
May 9 - Maybe I
May 26 - “How nice — to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”
June 5 - 7
July 5 - 8
Aug 5 - 9
Aug 6 - What if you don’t
Aug 10 - You missed my birthday. S’s too. J’s.
Aug 11 - If you can hear me
Aug 12 - What would he even
Sept 5 - Nearly crashed the car today. S had to drive. Banged up my head leaning on the window in the backseat like a kid. 10
Sept 6 - Researching.
Sept 7 - Ain’t fair you missed a whole year. Gonna have a lot of catch up to play when
Sept 8 - …when we get you back.
Sept 18 - Been 12 years. You believe that, Cas? Since I came back. Since you brought me back. Guess I hoped today would be the magic bullet to getting you back. Like you’d tip your head at me and say Hello Dean. And I’d tell you how I raised you from perdition. Whatever. Just a day I guess. Universe doesn’t care it’s our anniversary
Sept 19 - Still gonna say it though. When it works.
Oct 5 - 11. It’s gonna work
Oct 31, Halloween - Never got to put you in a dumb matching costume. Next year though.
Nov 4 - Can’t sleep. Sam says time is powerful magic or some shit like that. Says an anniversary can have echoes. So we’re trying it tomorrow. God, this better work. Cas, you hear me? We’re coming for you. I’ve been praying all year and I’m hearing nothing back. I’ll tell you tomorrow. Gonna get this stuck mouth of mine to make good. It’s just the words, even on paper, they don’t—Tomorrow though, tomorrow I’m telling you everything. Promise.
Nov 5 - Today.
Nov 6 - !!! 🙂🙂🙂🙂
^ heh. check out this dork
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reidsc0nverse · 9 months
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pov: your instagram when dating spencer reid
inspired by @parkersbliss (theirs is so cute i love it go check it out)
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(y/n) "i think they make me look cool" -the biggest nerd of all time
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spencerreid1 Firstly, I'm not THAT big of a nerd. Secondly, they do and I stand by that.
-> (y/n) ofc you do baby but i can't lie to you and say i'm wrong
-> derekm Anything you say pretty boy
-> emilyprenty spencer stop typing like an english teacher
-> (y/n) @/emilyprenty AHAHAHAHAHHA
-> spencerreid1 @/(y/n) :(
paparossi are those mine???
-> (y/n) no....
-> spencerreid1 y/n did it
-> (y/n) @/spencerreid1 WTH SNITCH
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(y/n) Penelope's Halloween party got lit asf ‼️
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princesspennyg seems like i was successful in my goal of getting boy wonder drunk 😌
-> (y/n) yeah thanks for that
-> spencerreid1 That was your GOAL?!
-> princesspennyg you have a serious stick up your butt sometimes 🙄
-> (y/n) tell me about it
AaronHotchner I'm so glad Jack wasn't around to see this
-> jjareau Don't worry there was a kiddy table for the boys so he could've come 🤷🏼‍♀️
-> princesspennyg i always think ahead 😇
-> (y/n) We're all great babysitters
-> AaronHotchner Not when you're all intoxicated
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(y/n) He bought me a pair so we could match 🤭
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spencerreid1 It's only fair 🤷
-> (y/n) 🤍
derekm You guys are such dorks it's sickening
-> emilyprenty says the married man
-> (y/n) do i need to tag Sav??
-> paparossi the drama
-> derekm I take it back 🙄
emilyprenty that's cute and all but WHAT KIND OF SOCK IS HE WEARING
-> spencerreid1 They're stylish, Emily, leave me alone.
-> princesspennyg yknow i gave those to him 🥳
-> emilyprenty @/princesspennyg in that case then theyre great (i'm lying)
-> (y/n) it doesn't take a profiler to figure that out -> spencerreid1 You all suck.
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(y/n) the loml (plus spencer)
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emilyprenty i miss you sugarplum 😔
-> (y/n) @/emilyprenty i miss you more pookie bear 😪
-> spencerreid1 ???
-> jjareau how romantic
-> AaronHotchner Don't make me get PDA in here
-> spencerreid1 ⁉️⁉️⁉️
-> emilyprenty i took your bitch hoe
paparossi LOL
-> (y/n) thank you for your blessing
-> paparossi anytime
Okay that's it this is my first post sorry if it was bad lol but seriously go check out @/parkersbliss one it was so cute omg
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starrierknight · 5 months
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"Gojo fucking "oooooooooo, you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid" Satoru" ur so right but also i feel like the second u agree he just freezes. in his defense he didnt expect it to get that far 😔 he was just trying to be annoying 😔😔 i luv him
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⇢ ˗ ˏ ˋ ⋆ ✧ ・゚ 𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔
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wc— 280 cws/tags— just pure fluff
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"Oh, you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid," Satoru drawled, leaning down to be at your eye-level, his lips curved into that all too familiar grin.
You raised a brow. "Yeah, alright."
A noise caught in the back of his throat, somewhere between an indignant laugh and an amused scoff. His eyebrows shot so far up his forehead they threatened to disappear into his hairline.
"You're not supposed to say that."
You reached a hand up and cupped his jaw, urging him closer. "Oh, is that right? We workin' from a script I didn't know about?"
His tongue poked the inside of his cheek, making it bulge for a second as those pretty blue eyes of his darted around your features, finally landing on your lips. Right on cue, his fair cheeks flushed the most marvelous shade of cherry red, scorching to the touch.
"W-Well, I mean... I mean, I just, y'know, I didn't really-"
"-expect to get this far?" you chuckled, finishing the words for him.
The pad of your thumb brushed over his pink, pouty lips that begged to feel your own. His eyes shuttered closed and he let out a soft groan, puckering his lips to kiss the pad of your thumb before reluctantly pulling away. You'd wounded his pride.
"I'll so get you next time," he muttered, running a hand through his hair as he dragged his eyes away from your smug face.
You let out a triumphant laugh. "Like hell you will, dork."
"Like hell you will, dork," he mimicked in an overly high-pitched voice. "You'll kiss me eventually."
You did, in fact, kiss him eventually.
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murdrdocs · 1 year
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enemies to lovers w ethan please ☺️ w smut maybe
i've attempted to write this like 2 times so third time's the charm! SMUT 16+
There's something about Ethan Landry's face that makes you tick. Maybe it's the wounded puppy stare that he has, that mask of faux innocence. Maybe it's how his teeth are perfectly straight even though he claims that he never had braces.
It has to be just the sheer fact that his face is attached to him. The dork that just seems to always be around.
When you're hanging out with your friends, when you're walking to class, when you're in one of the dining halls, even when you're trying to use the bathroom in your apartment.
You just can't avoid him. No matter how hard you try.
Even when you're somewhere that's definitely not his scene. A Labor Day weekend frat party. AKA an excuse for college students to get together in a dirty house and party their minds away.
You weren't really in the mood for any celebrations, but you decided it's better to go out with your friends instead of staying at home tucked in bed. You hadn't even considered the possibility that Ethan would be there.
Or the possibility that Mindy would bail for her new romantic interest, Anika.
Or the possibility that Tara and Chad would be too busy doing ... whatever they're doing, leaving you and Ethan together.
And you definitely didn't consider the barely likely possibility that the frat boys would play Rihanna, which always gets you worked up, and Ethan would be the closest good looking guy in your vicinity, and your horny mind would make you push your lips against his.
But why would you consider that? That scenario seemed entirely unlikely?
You were always told that you should start thinking about all possible scenarios, no matter how unlikely, before you acted.
And maybe if you had, you wouldn't have kissed Ethan because you could have predicted that it would've led to you grabbing his hand and leading him back to your apartment.
It took longer to get there than it should have. Mostly because you and Ethan couldn't resist stopping to kiss each other. If someone asked you at just the right time tomorrow, when you were in the right mood, you would admit that kissing Ethan Landry felt better than it should have. It felt nice and right.
Eventually you do end up back at your apartment and the absence of the others is greatly appreciated whenever you can stumble into your apartment, your lips on Ethans again, and lead him to the couch.
His knees buckle and he falls to a sitting position, pulling your lips a part as he does go. You look down at him, suddenly enjoying that wounded puppy stare as it looks up at you like you just founded a new element.
You go to climb into his lap, but he stops you. "Wait," he says, his hands reaching out. You pause with one of your knees sunken into the couch cushion. "Before we go any further. I want you to know that ..." he pauses and you raise your eyebrows to tell him to continue. "That I'm a virgin."
You snort, a small smile on your lips as you continue your venture to straddle him. When you do, you rest your hands onto his shoulder and sit just a few inches away from his crotch.
"I figured as much."
He looks surprised, or maybe a little offended. "What d'you mean by that?"
"Whatever you think I meant. Look, if you wanna stop, we can. If you just wanna feel each other up, we can. If you wanna go all the way, we can. You tell me what you wanna do."
And turns out, what nerdy little Ethan wanted to do was get on his knees for you and bury his head between your thighs.
"I've always wanted to go down on someone," he reasons. You warm up just thinking about that. But you deny him.
"Not yet. We can do that next time. For now..." you trail off, pressing a kiss to his jawline as your hands slide down his abdomen. You hum happily as you feel how toned he is, and stop when you reach the button of his jeans.
"Can I suck you off? Is that a fair trade?" He's nodding so eagerly that you think he's gonna hurt himself.
You're on your knees while he unbuttons his jeans. Your manicured hand reaches for the waistband of his boxers, pulling it down far enough that his dick can spring free. It's impressive, that's for sure, and you'll admit that you're already salivating.
"Jesus, E," you mumble, your hand wrapping around the base of his dick, bringing him to your mouth.
You wrap your lips around the tip and Ethan groans. You watch him through teary eyes as you take him the best you can. You watch him as your nails dig into his thighs. You watch him as you choke around his cock.
He watches you as he throws his head back. He watches you as he holds the back of your head. He watches you as cums down your throat.
Unexpectedly, Tara watches the both of you for just a split second before she's on fire and holding in barf as she runs to her room.
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crossphine · 1 year
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❦ 𝙰 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎 ❦
❧ Pairings: Cyno, Heizou, Tighnari x Reader (GN) [separate]
❧ Summary: A chain of circumstances leads to you two being extremely, awkwardly, close ⟶ headcanons and ficlets
❧ Contents: Forced proximity, pining, a lot of blushing, fluff, a little sprinkle of tension
❧ Word count: 2.8k
❧ Author's Note: You’ll have to excuse the terrible joke I came up with for Cyno’s part 😅 it’s on brand for him, though, so–
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Cyno’s reactions, I believe, would depend on a lot of things
If he doesn’t have feelings for you, I don’t think he would mind nor react :P — if he does, then at the very least he’d get red cheeks
On the other hand, if it happens while he’s busy with something important, he would ignore it on purpose — but if it just happens, and it’s the only thing he can focus on, then oh God
Poor guy
Cyno isn’t used to proximity of this kind so he doesn’t know what to do; where to keep his gaze or his hands
He makes sure he’s not crossing any boundaries
I wouldn’t put it past him to say a joke after a while to ease the tension
The desert at night was scarily cold and if someone wasn’t careful, they could spend the entire time shivering and even get sick afterwards, so whenever you traversed the miles of sand with Cyno, you made sure to bring two blankets with you.
That was what usually happened, at the very least.
This time around, you forgot one, and you noticed while Cyno looked for a suitable place to settle down for now, to rest for a moment. The trek had been long, arduous, and tiring, and continuing whilst exhausted would do neither of you any favors.
“There,” he announced as he pointed towards a small area underneath a steady-looking rock formation. You said nothing, following him in silence as you went over your words regarding the tiny mishap.
The two of you were close friends and, alright, you did develop somewhat of a little crush on him after seeing what he was like behind the serious and intimidating aura he carried with him wherever he went. In truth, Cyno was kind of a dork, amusingly passionate about a card game and with tenths of jokes at the ready.
That didn’t mean you liked seeing him angry, though, and you had no idea how he’d react to the news.
“Uh, Cyno?” you called once you were under the rock and he turned to you, a sign for you to continue. Running a hand through your hair, you sighed.
“I forgot one of the blankets…”
“Oh,” he said simply, “alright.”
Seemingly not fazed in the slightest, he sat down after kicking at the sand.
“You can have it,” he added and his words took you a second to process. You could–? Oh, no.
With a small noise of protest, you sat down next to him and handed him the blanket.
“No way! It was my mistake, it’s only fair you have it,” you tried to protest and even nudged him with the fluffy, folded material when he made it clear he had no intention of taking it. Instead, he sighed.
“I’m able to survive without–”
“Survive, sure, but it’s more comfortable with this, isn’t it?”
You were keenly aware of his nightly strolls around the desert and, of course, being accustomed to the drastic climates of the place, but so far, he had never rejected your blankets nor had he told you not to bring one for him.
Besides, the sight of him sitting snugly wrapped in a cocoon of nothing but warmth was always a welcome one.
“… Fine, but I can’t just leave you without something to cover yourself.” Cyno took the blanket from and began unfolding it. The words were out of your mouth before you could think about them.
“We could share.”
As surprised as you were with yourself, you were more shocked to see a reaction from him—his eyes widened ever so slightly and his hands stopped for just a second.
“If… I mean, it’s all the same to me. It’s up to you.”
Oh. Well, that was a better response than what you’d expected; he wasn’t averse to the situation, at least. How often would you get an opportunity like this? Usually you didn’t have the courage to stand too close to him in fear of souring his mood in some way.
“I don’t mind,” you smiled and after his nod, helped accommodate the blanket around the two of you. Given it was made for one person, you both had to scoot over until your arms were pressed against each other.
His skin was cold, and you assumed so was yours, but warmth was quickly spreading throughout your body; it probably wasn’t only because of the cover.
You couldn’t find it in yourself to fill the silence with your usual ramblings and although Cyno tended to stay silent, he would share some things with you sometimes—new cards, recent matches, general thoughts.
Turning to look at him out of curiosity, you saw him staring straight ahead, his lips pressed into a thin line. It was hard to tell whether it was a trick of the lack of light or not, but his cheeks seemed to be a darker shade than the rest of his skin; you didn’t dwell on that for long, your focus falling on how hard he was gripping his hands. It was like he was trying his best not to move or look anywhere else but forward.
“Cyno,” you said softly, “are you–”
Okay.
You’d wanted to ask if he was okay, if he was uncomfortable, but when he faced you, any eloquence left you completely, unable to form any words. You could feel his warm breath on your lips and you swore that, for a mere moment, his nose brushed yours.
Suddenly, you felt stiflingly hot and you coughed while turning away.
“Sorry.” You ignored how his voice was shaking and simply murmured an ‘it’s alright’.
The silence that followed was worse than before, heavier than the blanket surrounding your shoulders and as suffocating as the desert heat in the middle of the day.
It felt like an eternity had passed before Cyno cleared his throat.
“Do you want to hear a joke?”
In spite of the tangible tension, you smiled. “Sure.”
“Why does the Nilotpala Lotus live in better conditions than the Kalpalata Lotus?”
“I don’t know, why?”
“Because it has two lots under its name.”
“Because it has two– oh gods,” you ran a hand down your face, stifling a laugh. “That’s so bad…”
“You’re laughing, though,” he pointed out, all and any traces of tension gone from his tone. On the contrary, it sounded like he was smiling—this was probably a boost to his ego.
“I’m not!” you tried while chuckling. Frankly, a feeble attempt.
“Liar.”
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He will definitely take advantage of the situation
To tease you, of course
Like Cyno, he’ll continue to focus on his work if it’s present, but Heizou would take a couple of seconds to get on your nerves
Who says a detective can’t multitask?
The situation is bad already and this guy only makes it worse, for you
For Heizou to be the one flustered, you’d have to push very specific buttons
You were trying to be inconspicuous and so far, it was working.
Despite Heizou’s name having some weight, people would only spare you two a glance before going on about their day. It was better, anyway, given the criminal you were tailing after.
If everything went well, then you’d catch him in the act of picking up a suitcase at an agreed location. That was all it would take to get him behind bars.
It was running smoothly, perhaps too smoothly, which was why you didn’t think it was weird that the man stopped walking all of a sudden. You weren’t given time to even process anything when there was a firm grip on your wrist that, quite literally, yanked you away.
“Wh–”
Some shuffling later and the first thing you noticed was that it was slightly hard to breathe. You would’ve panicked or struggled if the sight of Heizou hadn’t been there.
“What are you doing?!” you whisper-yelled and then tried to move with little success. You looked around and finally realized that you couldn’t breathe properly because of the very narrow alley Heizou had pulled you in and the cheeky devil being literally pressed against you didn’t help.
“Shhh…” he replied and placed a hand on your waist to stop your wiggling, though his eyes were locked on the streets. “He was about to turn around and if he saw us…”
He trailed off, but he didn’t need to finish for you to understand that you would’ve been screwed. Of course he caught that before you.
“Alright…” you relented and settled down to wait.
Except you were getting increasingly warm and Heizou’s hand was like fire on your skin despite your clothes being in the way. You gulped, clenching and unclenching your fists so you didn’t lose your composure.
Okay. You could handle this.
When Heizou turned his head to look at you and smirked a second later, you realized that you wouldn’t be able to handle this.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he whispered, the smirk not leaving his face. His smugness was very obvious in his voice, and even if it annoyed you, it also made you blush more—he noticed. “I didn’t mean to give you a fever.”
You clicked your tongue. “Shouldn’t you focus on something more important?”
“I am, but I have to say that red looks good on you,” he said, using his free hand to playfully poke your cheek. You sighed in exasperation; he always did this and it always worked, no matter how hard you tried to keep a poker face on you. He was charming, and he knew.
Revenge would be oh so delicious. To see red on his cheeks and see him spluttering. He had turned back to check on your target and you glanced to make sure the man was still within eyesight.
Gulping down your nerves and using the image of a flustered Heizou as a motivator, you hooked a finger around his choker and brought his face down. He didn’t even manage to get any words out as he just widened his eyes, without moving away. The tip of his nose touched yours for a split second and you felt his fingers twitch against your waist.
Standing on your tip-toes to meet the height his getamashi gave him, it took a second or two for his face to catch heat. You smiled at the speechless detective you had, almost literally, wrapped around your finger. The color brought out the green of his eyes and made his beauty marks more obvious; you tried not to think about how attractive he was.
“I think red looks better on you,” you whispered as you took a moment to commit this extremely rare sight to memory before turning away, for your own sake. You only managed to hear him trying to start a sentence.
“He’s moving! Let’s go,” you announced and got out of the alley with some difficulty, letting go of him on the way.
Heizou soon caught up to you and you hoped he wouldn’t try to retaliate now.
“We’re not done, by the way,” he murmured behind you and despite yourself, you grinned. Oh, sweet, sweet revenge; clearly he wasn’t used to someone responding to his teasing.
“Whatever you say, red cheeks.”
He chuckled and it wasn’t hard to imagine him shaking his head with a smile.
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Body reactions
Body. Reactions.
This man will not bring attention to the proximity, but his tail and ears are a dead giveaway
The twitching and swaying. THE TWITCHING AND SWAYING–
Tighnari seems annoyed, but that’s just his way of masking his embarrassment
Even once you’ve pulled apart, the memory will cause very slight flicks of his tail
“Tighnariiiiii.”
“...”
“Nariiii…”
“...”
“NA–”
“Shush, would you? I’m preparing your medicine.”
He only heard you whine, but he knew you were probably wiggling on the bed, too weak to try and get up; the rustling of the sheets told him as much. The mushroom you ate had done a number on you, reducing you to a rambling, delirious state. It was your first time making a mistake of that kind, and mistakes were inevitable, so Tighnari wasn’t exactly angry.
However, your behavior at the moment, drastically different to how you usually carried yourself, was somewhat exasperating (and a little amusing, but he didn’t allow that thought to linger).
“But I want huuugs…!”
“No, you don’t. That’s the poison speaking,” he said, although he knew it was a futile endeavor, and turned around with the concoction ready in his hands along with a spoon. Tighnari found you sprawled out on the bed, like you were taking up all the space possible on purpose. You were also looking at him with a pout and a frown; that only got a chuckle out of him.
“It’s not! I’m–”
“Shush. Open your mouth,” he interrupted again and fed you the medicine once you begrudgingly obeyed. He paid no mind to your greatly exaggerated grimace and put the mortar aside, and then watched you for a moment. It’d take a few minutes for it to work its way through your system and he had responsibilities to get back to, but he knew that leaving you here alone was only a recipe for disaster.
Hm. He could work on reviewing some material; he did bring his things with him, after all, and he could keep an eye on you that way. Stretching with a groan, he straightened up and was ready to head to a chair when you grabbed his wrist, keeping him rooted in place.
“Don’t go.” You were pouting again and Tighnari had to admit to himself that you looked… convincing.
“You need to rest,” he said, voice softer than before. You shook your head vehemently and tugged on his arm.
“I need hugs.”
He sighed.
“I’ll give you one lat–”
“Now!” And you pulled, throwing Tighnari off-balance and causing him to fall on top of you. Before he could even try to stand up, you wrapped an arm around his neck and another around his waist, efficiently trapping him.
With a groan, he made an attempt and your hold on him only tightened, pressing his body against yours even more. His face was basically buried in your chest and your scent of leaves and wood was invading his nostrils.
The medicine had already given you some of your strength back, apparently, and much to his chagrin.
“Let me go,” he demanded, his voice muffled by your clothes. 
“Mmmno,” you replied, sounding annoyingly satisfied with yourself. “I never get to hug you.”
“This is extremely uncomfortable and is hardly a hug.”
“I can see your tail wagging from here,” you chuckled and Tighnari groaned again, feeling his ears droop backwards out of embarrassment annoyance. Oh, so you were lucid enough for that, weren’t you?
He was tempted to resort to using his Vision to move your arms away, but then you began massaging his scalp, and the thought dissipated instantly. That… That felt good, it was relaxing and the way in which tension left his limbs was nearly tangible.
Only a few minutes.
“Next time,” he began as he turned his head to have his cheek pressed against you. He could hear your heartbeat better. Your hold loosened. “Next time just ask.”
“Mmmkay.”
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You rubbed your eyes as you woke up, disoriented and with no idea of where you were. Weren’t you in the forest for surveillance? You… You stopped for a moment to eat and everything after that was a blur.
“Good morning.”
Your head snapped to the source and found Tighnari working on something on a desk, his back to you. What was he doing here?
“Mor… Morning? Um… What happened to me? I can’t remember much.”
“Do you remember what you ate?” he asked instead and you moved a hand up to rub your forehead in an attempt to make your brain work better.
“I… I ate– Oh. Oh…”
Like a flood, memories came rushing in, from a ranger finding you to you pulling Tighnari down. Archons… Good Archons above. You forced Tighnari to cuddle with you.
“Tighnari,” you said and gulped down the lump of shame to continue. You saw his ears twitch in your direction. “I’m… I’m sorry. For, uh…”
You were unable to finish, but you didn’t miss how his tail moved, flicking upwards once before lightly swaying. Oh, gods, he was mad, wasn’t he? You weren’t sure whether not seeing his expression was a good thing or a bad one.
“It’s fine, you weren’t in the right state of mind.”
Sighing, you began playing and fiddling with your hands on your lap, trying not to think about how comfortable it’d been, despite the awkward circumstances. Not even when you heard him walk over did you look up.
“Like I said,” he ruffled your hair, “simply ask next time you need a hug.”
You buried your face in your hands with a groan.
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Episodes of X Files I would’ve written (and low key can’t believe they didn’t):
Mulder and Scully have to solve a case on a plane before it lands/crashes/blows up
FBI retreat/camping trip/holiday party where we get to see Mulder lose his mind trying to suffer through hanging out with his skeptic coworkers and Scully trying to keep his spirits up and Skinner being long-suffering (like actually go to one not talk about going to one and then getting sidetracked by a case)
Mulder and Scully lost in the woods survival episode >>>>>>> (we got a little with Detour but I would’ve gone full fledged abandoned mountain cabin shelter during a snowstorm swearing over a finicky fireplace before cuddling up together)
Avalanche (I grew up in avalanche land; this could go hand in hand with snowstorm survival episode)
Haunted/abandoned mineshaft (I can’t remember if X Files did this or if I’m thinking of Leverage or Supernatural)
Scully-Mulder combined holiday season where everyone is so fed up with Dana and Fox being obviously made for each other while they’re running around trying to juggle holidays and some work thing
Convention episode where they go undercover and Mulder dresses up as Spock (and maybe makes Scully go as Kirk okajdkaslslalkaka or maybe he’d make them go as Janeway and Chakotay 😂 or Picard and Crusher 😂😂😂)
Just realized that X Files (1993) came out before Voyager (1995) 💀 so if they went as Janeway and Chakotay it would’ve had to have been post S2 (and rights would’ve been a nightmare but whatever a girl can dream)
Parallel universe episode (let’s see Scully try to rationalize THAT)
Mulder and Scully body swap would’ve been hilarious. Imagine Mulder trying to BS an autopsy and Scully having to commit to the Spooky Mulder bit for the sake of appearances
Masquerade episode 👀 oh my god they would’ve been so HOT at a masquerade
Renaissance Faire episode!!!!!
I’m just coming up with excuses to put them in costumes at this point
Stranded on an island
Pirate episode (idk how this would logistically work maybe Mulder’s like “Scully there are ghost pirates” and Scully’s like “obviously it’s just normal pirates who are dressed up like ghost pirates”)
Cowboy/horse ranch episode (any excuse to put those two on some horses—especially Mulder) *gasp* put them on the SAME horse
Going undercover on some couples cruise/retreat (this is just me being salty they gave me undercover couple episode but didn’t give me the satisfaction of actually doing anything with it like the fics do 😭)
Give me an episode where Scully goes camping with him because he wants to go Bigfoot spotting and she’s too in love with him to turn him down and they’re in the middle of nowhere and he’s being a dork and she spends the entire time trying to figure out why she had to fall in love with him of all people (this is the episode where they confess)
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Online Matchup
Summery: Y/n thought it would be fun signing up on dating sites, just for shits and giggles. Who knew that was one of the best decisions they made, especially when they're having too much fun talking to a certain Jason Todd.
warning: swearing, unedited I think, mentions of cancer, fluff, lots of back and forth teasing
word count: 3072
a/n: I promised myself I'd post a fic today, though it's not the one I wanted, I hope you enjoy regardless.
ao3 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Inspired by this:
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September 19
You matched with Jason Todd, say hello!
Y/N So, when you say you're looking for a partner in crime Do you mean, like, rob a bank and fight batman? Or like, cozy up on the couch with the fireplace going while it's raining while we try to finish the books we bought? Cuz, I can do the second one I dont think i could fight batman or any of his kids Or even what to, you know? They’re kind of scary …. well maybe one of them i would fight I say fight but its wont be Oh man, I am so sorry about this. This is not how i wanted to tell you that i am a rambler I’m just gonna see myself out Goodday
Jason Ngl this made me laugh So who would you fight but not really?
Y/N You can’t honestly be interested in who I would fight? No way
Jason Way you seemed interesting and i want to get to know you
Y/N … okay but you need to answer my question first
Jason: Lol fair. And it would be the second one. I too wouldn’t fight batman but for different reasons
Y/N: So you're a fighter?
Jason Nope This isn’t how it works
y/n: Fine but remember, you asked for this
Jason: Okay but it’s not like you have a plan on fighting all the batmans kids so i think im safe
y/n: …….
Jason: Oh shit you do?!
y/n: I plead the fifth
Jason: You just got a little more interesting
y/n: I’m going home
Jason: Damn and here i thought i’d finally found the love of my life
y/n: No, nope Don’t say that The more you talk to me, you’ll find the real me and then want nothing to do with me
Jason: Let me be the judge of that We matched for a reason and i want to find out Don’t you?
Y/n: Aren’t you a charmer Okay fine. 20 questions?
Jason: Sure but after you tell what you would do in a fight with the batfam
y/n: I was hoping you would drop this, damn Alright, you get the honour of telling me who you want to know 
Jason: Nightwing
Y/N: Really? Okay. well first i was thinking of just flirting my way out, but he looks like he’d flirt back and i’m not the best at it to begin with, so I’d just get all flustered Bro’s an acrobat, i aint running from him. I aint running from all of them if i’m being honest. Nah for nightwing, he strikes me as a dork in some way. I’ll talk my way out of it. And if there’s something i’m good at, it’s talking.
Jason: So your plan is to talk circles around him?
Y/N: Yes Once i figure out what type of dork he is, imma talk until he gets confused and then i’ll run away Bro won’t see it coming
Jason: I should tell my brother He’s a huge nightwing fan
y/n: Nooooooooooo No one needs to know i don’t need other people to know how weird i am Especially your family I don't want my first meeting to be ‘hey, you’re that chick that’ll talk nightwing to confusion. Man that was a great laugh’
Jason: You think this will go that far?
Y/N: Honestly? No But i have hope You?
Jason: Ya Anyways, red robin?
Y/N: You skipped red hood
Jason: Saving him for last
Y/N: Fair Hes smart, can’t really talk myself out of that one nor would I flirt He is too young and not my type So i use his weakness
Jason: There’s no way you know that
Y/N: No but I know the dude doesn’t have a regular sleep schedule.
Jason: How do you know that?
Y/N: Back when I worked at a coffee shop, I took his order a few times and watched him down his coffee while it was still hot I asked him once, why? Dude said, and i kid you not ‘sleep is for the week and coffee is god’ Ngl, i laughed and gave him a free coffee just for making my day
Jason: Shit day?
Y/N: Ugh you had no idea. I had two tests that day and a term paper due but i couldn’t get it printed in time so that was late Didn’t help i woke up on the couch, and my body didn’t like that
Jason: You in school?
Y/n: Ya, only two years in but i want it to end
Jason: Not a fan?
Y/N: Eh When did we start playing 20 questions?
Jason: Right, we we suppose to play after you finished your hypotheticals
Y/N: Curses Me and my big mouth Who’s next?
Jason: We’re still on RR
Y/N: Blah right I’ll just bride him with coffee and make a run for it
Jason: The fact that that could actually work is scary Are you sure you’re not a villain?
Y/N: Nope just an engineering student who could fight god with enough coffee and no sleep Honestly, RR’s my spirit animal
Jason: Robin
Y/N: Are you nuts? I’d turn myself in and then some ain’t no way i’m coming up with a plan for him He scares me
Jason: Why?
Y/N: I watched him fight a few times The dude has enough skill and rage to fight the justice league if need be I bet he could kill too He looks like it
Jason: Okay you're not wrong But if you had to come up with a plan, what would it be?
Y/N: Cannot believe you’re making me do this Fine Little dude may have a hard exterior, but years of reading and knowing people like him, he has a soft spot and use that against him
Jason: Do you know what that is?
Y/N: … I am going to die If robin finds this, I am dying by either embarrassment or by his hands
Jason: Come on, you gotta tell me I’m at the edge of my seat here
Y/N: Fine, but if i’m going down I’m taking you with me
Jason: But we’ve only just met
Y/N: Maybe so, but I actually like you But i’m starting to doubt
Jason: Aw come on, little bird
Y/N: Damnit I happened to be walking home and watched him sit in an alley playing with cats Must have been a slow night, he was there for hours
Jason: It was the little bird wasn’t it?
Y/N: So who’s next? Spoiler? Batgirl? The signal? Red hood? Oracle? Well, I wouldn’t fight Oracle, I don’t know who they are but I know they would win so I’m going to stay clear of them No, you know what? I can tell you my answer for all three of them I’d bribe them with cookies or something. Idk if they would take it but that’s my plan. Just straight up bribery. Who could resist cookies?
Jason: That’s your answer to everything huh?
Y/n: Yup
Jason: Even with RH?
Y/n: … He’s different
Jason: How so?
Y/N: Mm, okay but your not allowed to judge Or laugh
Jason: Should I be scared?
Y/N: Depends Anyways, i have a crush on him So I would shoot my shot and if i get turned down then at least I tried
Jason: You have a crush on Red Hood? Out of everyone there is, why him?
Y/N: You’re judging! You said you wouldn’t
Jason: I didn’t say shit Now tell me why him?
Y/N: Hell if I know But have you seen him?
Jason: I have but you don’t even see his face
Y/N: That just adds to the mystic that is Red Hood I just know he’s got a good looking face underneath the mask
Jason: You really are something else
Y/N: Sorry I’m a big fan of RH And I guess I like the thought of a mystery So if you want to end this now, I understand
Jason: Who said anything about ending this?
Y/N: Don’t know, a lot of people who seem interested in me kind of leave after they find out Either they don’t want to compete with a crush that I know have zero chance at or they just don’t like red hood and being with a fan isn’t something they want
Jason: They’re stupid I ain’t leaving for that And who knows, maybe you can shoot your shot one day
Y/N: HA That’s not going to happen I freeze up when I’m near someone I like I’d probably stutter and say something embarrassing and run away No thank you
Jason: Thought it out huh
Y/N: You have no idea Anyways, 20 questions?
Jason: I did promise You can ask a couple?
Y/N: Favourite colour?
Jason: Really? After what I did to you, your going to ask something simple
Y/N: Answer the question Jason
Jason: Green
Y/N: Thank you Favourite food?
Jason: What’s with the easy questions? Give me some hard hitting personal ones
Y/N: I will in time Now, answers please
Jason: Chili dogs
Y/N: Those things are gross
Jason: Hey, they are the pinnacle of street food You just have to find the right places
Y/N: Mmkay, if you say so
Jason: Alright, gonna have to take you to one of my favourite places
Y/N: That right?
Jason: Only way to convince you Where do you go to school?
Y/N: Looking forward to it Gotham University, you?
Jason: Not yet, but trying to Kind of hard when you were declared dead for a while
Y/N: Fucking what?! Gonna need that story
Jason: Nope, gotta reach at least level 10 in friendship to unlock it
YN: Damnit
Jason: Sorry little bird
Y/N: You didn’t need to say it so casually tho Who just mentions, ‘yeah i’ve been declared dead but haven’t done anything’ into a conversation And not elaborate on it This is bullshit, sir
Jason: It has happened to people
Y/N: Yeah, but they tell people why You just Dropped a bomb like that and say, not yet Whatever, i’ll drop it
Jason: You sure? Sounds like it’ll bother you until you get the story
Y/N: Yes I’m sure Yes it will bother me But like I said, I like you and I don’t want to be pushy I’m not a pushy person
Jason: Awe does someone have a wittle crush
Y/N: No You got nothing on RH
Jason: Now that just hurts, little bird
Y/N: Don’t you have a question you need to ask?
Jason: Are you flustered? I feel like you’re flustered
Y/N: Amazing weather we’re having Despite the rain and all
Jason: Alright, I’ll stop with the teasing For now Born in Gotham?
Y/N: No I am from Metropolis, moved here for school
Jason: Any other reason?
Y/N: Yeah, Superman kept destroying my apartment building I’ve moved three times and somehow, he always finds the building I’m living in Minute I graduated high school, I moved
Jason: But why Gotham?
Y/N: Gotham intrigues me
Jason: You’re so weird
Y/N: Thank you Since you’re not in school, what do you do?
Jason: Mechanic Didn’t really want my dad’s help so I’m finding my way in life
Y/N: Not a great relationship?
Jason: You can say that So, engineering huh?
Y/N: Yup I love building and taking things apart Have since I was little
Jason: Gonna change the world?
Y/N: Imma try but can’t really do that while working at luthor corp
Jason: Please tell me your joking
Y/N: Ah, not a fan I see Can’t blame you but I am not It was one of the first places I’ve applied to and hear back right away I accepted before getting my other interviews
Jason: jumped the gun a bit 
Y/N: Yeah I did. I wished I didn’t but oh well I’ll find something better if this doesn’t work out
Jason: Why don’t you quit now?
Y/N: I am a broke college student who needs money If I quit now, I’m not sure if I find someone to take me Plus the hours working there are helping my schooling, so it’s kinda late to switch jobs
Jason: Can’t believe I’m saying this but try wanye enterprise I hear they’re good to work for
Y/n: I plan too eventually But at the moment, this is fine The hours I have now works with my school hours
Jason: How’s working there anyways?
Y/N: Not too bad I guess I’m allowed to work on my own projects as long as I work on the assigned ones The people are nice and all but it could be better
Jason: But you don’t like it there?
Y/N: I don’t like Lex Luthor and what he represents I guess
Jason: So you believe that he’s trying to take down superman?
Y/N: I’ve seen one of their fights Nothing to believe
Jason: Must of been some fight
Y/N: Mm So What did you mean, I can’t believe I’m saying this?
Jason: You can’t be weird about it
Y/N: Oh? I am intrigued
Jason: You’re making it weird
Y/N: I am not It’s not like I said you have a crush on Bruce Wayne or something That would have been weird
Jason: Is this how you felt when I teased you?
Y/N: Paybacks a bitch isn’t it?
Jason: I hate you
Y/N: Okay
Jason: I do
Y/N: You’re deflecting
Jason: Oh my god Fine He’s my dad, well adoptive dad
Y/N: Cool
Jason: That’s it? You’re not going to fawn over him being my dad? Ask me questions about what he’s like? Ask if the tabloids are true?
Y/N: Nope Tbh, I don’t care for Bruce Like, I applaud him for what he’s trying to do for Gotham and all But, seeing him on every magazine everywhere I go gets a bit tiring He’s just another dude that people are obsessed with Who cares if he’s rich Besides, I’m talking to you aren’t I? Who cares about Bruce Wayne I wanna know Jason Todd
Jason: You know? I think I may actually be in love 
Y/N: Stooooooop You can’t say things like that
Jason Why? Cuz you get flustered so easily?
Y/N And if I do?
Jason Gotta say it’s my favourite past time
Y/N So, the reason you don’t have a great relationship with Bruce Does it have anything to do with you being dead or something?
Jason Wow WOW I cannot believe you We go from what's your favourites to hard hitting questions huh? I see how it is
Y/N I told you they were coming
Jason I just didn’t think you’d use it as a deflection tactic
Y/N Yeah I want to say sorry But I’m not I’m sure you would use anything to get attention from yourself
Jason Can’t do positive attention
Y/N Eh
Jason I hear you And yes it is part of the reason why me and Bruce are not in good terms
Y/N Mm, I’m sure he’s trying
Jason In his own Bruce way yeah
Y/N Are you?
Jason I like to believe I am Why the interest?
Y/N I don’t know Maybe it’s the fact that my relationship with my dad isn’t the best
Jason You’re dad’s not Bruce Wayne’s too?
Y/N HA Then I would not be talking to you in this fashion
Jason That is true So then what?
Y/N My mom says we are too similar to each other Got the same attitude and all I believe it Growing up, it was all your useless and you’ll amount to nothing Or he’ll ignore me, and I’d prefer that over the degrading Only time he’d show his affection was if he was drunk
Jason Wow Sorry 
Y/N Yeah It’s gotten better since I moved out Now it’s there, and I’m still processing 
Jason Processing what?
Y/N Mm It’s a pretty heavy topic to get into with someone you just met
Jason Can’t be worse than me being dead for months
Y/N Months?! How many?
Jason Oh damn You are a lot easier to talk with then who I normally socialize with
Y/N I shall take that as a complement
Jason As you should And no, I will not be elaborating 
Y/N Alright fair But I will get the story
Jason Mm, I’m sure you will So? Gonna answer my question
Y/N Last year he was diagnosed with cancer Not sure what it is, but it already spread
Jason How long did the doctors give him?
Y/N He didn’t want to know Can’t blame him for 
Jason Sorry about that
Y/N Yeah
Jason You don’t sound to hurt about it
Y/N Like I said, still processing it so I don’t know how to feel With the childhood I had, I don’t know how too But I know when it comes down to it, my emotions will hit me like a truck when the day comes
Jason Well, soak up as much time as you can before you have any regrets
Y/N Trying to He is just making it impossible Whoo boy! That was a lot of emotion for one night I think I’m going to eat some ice cream and binge watch my favourite show
Jason Sounds fun, wish I could join but I promised my brothers with help
Y/N How many do you have?
Jason Do you read anything about the Wayne family?
Y/N Nope What I know about him is what is whispered between my classes and work and even then I don’t listen to them
Jason Really committed on not caring about him, huh Four brothers and three sisters
Y/N Big family
Jason Bruce likes to adopt
Y/N I can tell Anyways, have fun tonight
Jason I’ll try Would you be interested in talking some more?
Y/N I would love to
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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed, Episode 40 part one
(Masterpost) (Pinboard)  (whole thing on AO3)
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Warning! Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!
Agree to Disagree
The juniors are arguing because Sizhui said that some demonic cultivators might have good intentions. According to Jin Ling that means that Sizhui is celebrating the murders of Jin Ling's parents, or something.
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(Actor) Peixin Qi uses forehead-squinching as a primary acting tool, which would be perfectly fine if he wasn't playing a character with a red dot between his eyebrows.
He goes on to say that Wei Wuxian is the evillest of them all, way eviller than Xue Yang. Which in sheer numbers of victims, is probably a fair point. But Xue Yang was way more of a dick.
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Ouyang Zichen is all of us when he asks Jin Ling to chill the fuck out.
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Sizhui apologizes even though Jingyi is ready to throw down on his behalf. It's unclear if this helps, because Hanguang-Jun chooses this moment to arrive. He immediately defuses the situation with the power of stinkeye.
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More Than Meets the Eye
Many differences between CQL and the novel are adaptational choices - Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji's deep, early friendship; the yin iron plot, Jiang Cheng being loveable, etc. Changes like that, I normally don't point out, because adaptations are AUs, in my view, and can be enjoyed separately from their sources.
Other changes are driven by censorship, however, and in those cases I think it's fair to look to the novel and its less-censored adaptations for a peek at what's happening off camera. Particularly when there are scenes and interactions in The Untamed where the show seems to be deliberately pointing to the novel to fill in the blanks.
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This moment on the stairs is one such scene. In the show, Lan Wangji carries liquor upstairs to Wei Wuxian, and the juniors react with shock; Jingyi drops his chicken out of his mouth and Sizhui stuffs it back in there.
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They are shocked because he bought liquor, and that's the extent of their reaction.
In the Donghua, Manhua, and Novel, Lan Wangji is dragging Wei Wuxian up those stairs, having drunkenly tied him up with his headband.
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First he stops to show his prize to the juniors, who have basically the same reaction in every version of the story, including Jinygi dropping his chicken and Sizhui stuffing it back in his mouth. In the novel, however, Sizhui does that to stop Jingyi from saying anything to Lan Wangji & his captive.
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The liquor, in all versions, is a clear sign of how much Lan Wangji has mellowed since his youth. In case we need another reminder, we learn here that he let Sizhui get a tattoo on his finger.
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Every parent will tell you, you gotta pick your battles.
Returning to to the timeline in which no visible bondage is occurring, Wei Wuxian is sitting around in the room upstairs waiting for Lan Wangji. Wasn't he busy talking to Lan Xichen when Lan Wangji went into the inn to shut the kids up? How did he get upstairs before Lan Wangji? Never mind, never mind.
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Wei Wuxian goes to look out the window and Wen Ning appears, hanging off the roof like a dork, or like someone who has seen that one Spider-Man movie and is hoping for some upside-down kissing.
Wen Ning asks if Jin Ling is the kid he halfway orphaned, and Wei Wuxian says yes.
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Then he hears Lan Wangji coming, and Wen Ning falls to the ground for no reason.
Wei Wuxian urgently shoos Wen Ning away, trying to hide him from Lan Wangji.
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Wen Ning acts way too clueless for someone who spends so much time third-wheeling.
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There's no in-world reason for Wei Wuxian to hide Wen Ning; They fought side-by side in Yi City, and they were all together for A-Qing's burial. There's not a problem between him and Lan Wangji.
Once again, the novel provides the missing information. Wei Wuxian is hiding Wen Ning because Lan Wangji is hella jealous even when he's sober. Wen Ning fell to the ground because drunk Lan Wangji leapt through the window and kicked him.
In the novel, Wei Wuxian & Lan Wangji's evening ends with a game of tag that's loaded with sexual tension, followed by a kiss...followed by Lan Wangji literally knocking himself out to avoid taking advantage of Wei Wuxian.
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Lan Wangji does everything in the most extreme way possible.
In the live action, the most sexually charged part of their interaction is this positively sinful hip thrust that Wei Wuxian gives when he turns around at the window.
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If you've seen Xiao Zhan dancing, you know this is not an accident.
Unlike the novel's perpetually clueless protagonist, live-action Wei Wuxian clearly knows he's on a date right now.
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...and he's enjoying every minute of it. He's delighted that Lan Wangji has provided *good* liquor, rather than the rotgut he's able to afford himself.
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As he pours for Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji points out that both of their brothers know who WWX is at this point. Wei Wuxian isn't happy about it but he says they can't do anything. Which is...not correct.
He tries once again to get Lan Wangji to tell him how he recognized him, and Lan Wangji responds by asking him why his memory sucks so much.
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Wei Wuxian says "you try dying by falling from a great height TWICE and see how your brain likes it." That's what he should have said, anyway.
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This whole thing about his memory isn't actually important in the live action, even though it keeps being mentioned. He's forgotten the name of their song because he was delirious when he heard it; otherwise his memory seems perfectly fine.
I think this might be another instance of the live action giving a wink to novel readers in the audience, because in the novel Wei Wuxian forgot Lan Wangji's confession of love. Which, like WangXian, was presented in a cave while WWX was delirious; Lan Wangji is not great at choosing his moment.
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Anyway, this may be why Lan Wangji seems to take Wei Wuxian's memory problems personally, despite having very little in-show reason to be upset.
Lan Wangji changes the subject by asking Wei Wuxian to go to Jinlintai with him, to search for Nie Mingjue's head. Sounds like a perfect romantic getaway for a boy and his favorite necromancer.
Just as Wei Wuxian starts to ask what Zewu-Jun will think, Zewu-Jun and his cheekbones come into the room.
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He's taken time to think things over--a concept the rest of the cultivation world could stand to learn about, incidentally--and he agrees that they should investigate.
Note: the non-CQL illustrations come from the MDZS manhua, which is complete online (mangadex.org includes the uncensored extra bits), and is about halfway through being published in English by Seven Seas. It's delightful and I highly recommend it.
Bonus: Lan Wangji and Sizhui enjoying some tie-in cup noodles. (A few in-character ads are included in the Viki version of the show.)
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Shaggy and Velma
Flufftober Day 25: Costume Party
Peter Parker x f!reader
Word Count 1.0k
AN: I have officially finished writing all of my prompts for Flufftober, I'll be proofreading the last few before I post them. The problem is, I've really enjoyed all the writing I've been doing and how much everyone has liked my stories. So I want to ask for some requests that I can write after my short break! If you could send a request that would be amazing. As always, Reblogs and Feedback are really appreciated, and I'll see y'all tomorrow!
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divider credit @royallaesthetics
“I am not wearing that.” You deadpanned at Peter who was smiling toothily at you. In his hands, he held one of those awful foam costumes, a matching set. “I am not wearing a piece of foam that makes me look like jelly on toast, not to a party.” You didn’t think that gaveling a couple's costume was a bad idea you thought it might be fun but you drew the line at food.
“C’mon Babe, match with me.” He encoded his strongest pair of puppy dog eyes and aimed them right at you.
“I will match with you, just not as PB and J” you laughed. “What about Shaggy and Velma.”
“Who would be who?” He asked.
“We’ll you’re the smart one so you’ll probably be Velma and I look good in green so I’ll be shaggy.” You shrugged.
“Do they even make male Velma costumes?” Peter began scanning the store for a gender-bent version of the character. 
“Probably not but we could always go to the thrift store.” You suggested
And so you did, two hours and the thrift shops later you had your costumes for the costume party on the NYC campus that your roommate had invited you to.
Parties weren’t your thing but when you had told Peter about it, he had gotten excited. “I’ve never been to a college party, or a Halloween party, or any kind of party that wasn’t a birthday party.” So you cast aside your desire for a cozy night in with your boyfriend, watching movies in spooky pajamas and eating candy that you go from the gas station. You went costume shopping with your dork and basked in the joy that radiated from him all day.
Now, the two of you were about a block away from the party, you’d decided to walk, partially because you didn’t have a car and partially because you wanted to be able to check out other people’s costumes on the way. “Do you think people will know who we are?” Peter asked you. You looked down at yourself, wearing a short corduroy mini skirt and a green top tucked into the waistband, along with a pair of old brown dress shoes you usually saved for special and formal occasions. Then your gaze landed on Peter, you were surprised that you had found the orange turtleneck right away but it fit him well. He also wore a pair of red jeans that you had to force him into a pair of glasses that you popped the lenses out of.
“I’m sure baby, we’re killing it right now.”
“We are, aren’t we?” Peters's voice got soft and he looked at you. He placed a kiss on your temple and kept walking. 
When you arrived at the warehouse the party was at, it was obvious that most of the people there were not in college. Party crashes weren’t rare, but it did mean that Peter would need to keep a close eye on you. This many strangers in one place was bound to be trouble. You had made him promise that he wouldn’t be Spider-Man tonight, that was your condition for going to the party at all.
“I’m not going if you’re going to have to race out of there right away and leave me there.” He agreed it was fair after all, you hadn’t wanted to go, so leaving you alone wasn’t the nicest thing he could do.
So instead, he danced with you, he held you close and he laughed with you when you saw funny costumes. Multiple people complimented you on the outfits you were wearing and every time it happened you watched Peter perk up just a little bit.
As the night wore on, you got a little sloppier, not drunk. You wouldn’t get wasted when you were so keenly aware of how many people you didn’t know and how far from home you were. But you were loose and Peter wasn’t. It’s not like he didn’t have anything to drink, he just metabolized it way too fast.
By three a.m. the party still hadn’t wound down, but as Peter watched you yawn and lean on him a little more than usual he decided that it was time to go.
“Wanna go home, babe? Put in our PJs and watch a movie?” You eagerly nodded and grabbed onto his hand. 
It wasn’t easy getting you home, you seemed to trip on every little thing and had a serious case of the giggles but eventually the two of you made it back to his apartment. Peter helped you up the stairs and in past his door. When your eyes landed on his couch you groaned pleasantly and flopped down onto it. Burying your head in the throw pillows you had bought.
“C’mon babe, we gotta brush our teeth and change into PJs”
“Don’t wanna, comfortable”
“I know babe, but you’ll be mad at me tomorrow for not making you do some sort of routine.”
Even tipsy you knew that you would want to take off your makeup before you went to bed, so even though you groaned and whined the whole time, you let Peter help you take your makeup off, and brush your teeth and hair. 
Peter gently guided you into the bedroom where he pulled out the Halloween PJs you had bought for the two of you before you knew that you were going to the party. He helped you into them, his eyes never starting from your face as he did.
When all your routines were done and you were ready for bed, Peter pulled you to his side and kissed your head like he always did before you fell asleep.
“Thank you for coming with me Shaggy,” you laughed.
“You’re welcome, Velma” was your deeply sleepy response, as soon as the words left your mouth, your eyes shut and you fell asleep immediately.
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c0smoshit · 5 months
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Cuddling with ffvii boys!!
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⋆ ࣪. ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 ≫ Cloud Strife, Zack Fair, Sephiroth and Angeal Hewley
⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ fluff, fluff and more fluff, not proofread!
⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ enjoy!! :))
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Cloud
★ Obviously he had to be the first one I'll be talking about
★ Yeahh... If you want to actually touch this guy without him freaking out, you'll have to wait for him to finally give in to his desires
★ Once he's warmed up, may god save you from his wreckingly long cuddling sessions ( poor baby he's so so so touch starved )
★ He doesn't care about the position, he just wants you close, really close to him ( paying off for all the times he has dreamt about you in his arms )
★ Will probably fall asleep very soon once he's got you trapped
"Feeling better?"
A low grumble of approval made your belly vibrate. His head was laying down on your stomach as you were sat on the headboard of the bed, your legs placed by his sides as he had his arms hugging your middle part.
He hugged you as if you were about to leave the room ( which was indeed, not happening ). His eyes were closed and his breathing was serene too, taking the chance to play with his hair meanwhile.
You were both winding down from the day, his hair still a bit damp from the shower he had just taken. And god did he look cute all sleepy on your belly.
You smiled, enjoying one of the very few moments Cloud would let you see his soft side.
Zack
★ My baby 🤧
★ Where do I even start, well, should we be asking him?
★ Because the moment your arms would welcome him in a maze of softness and care, this boy would be down bad
★ Automatically would have you trapped bellow him or viceversa, he likes physical touch maybe a bit too much
★ Is also one of the very few moments where you can actually hear silence again besides him, just the sound of his breathing mixed with yours
"Zack! I'm hom-"
Not even 5 seconds after you had shouted that into what you thought was your empty living room, he was already hoisting you up in the air by your waist like the puppy that was waiting for his owner he was.
. . .
"I missed you"
"I know, I know"
You tried to shush him, but it was quite a dificult task since he had his whole body on top of you on the sofa. His arms embracing your back, almost as if he didn't care about the cramps he knew he would get, he just cared about you.
He looked at you over where his head was laying on your chest, pointing out how pretty you looked when you smiled. God he is such a dork.
Sephiroth
★ Okay so this guy is... big
★ Not a fan of hugs but god, he lives off your arms wrapped around him
★ He would carry you bride style even when you both are cuddling on the bed. Keeping you close to him by your back and knees
★ You should be proud because this guy... this guy isn't really a big fan of having company nor physical touch with them
★ Once he is alone with you, he is a whole different man
Silence fell over your cute and tidied up room, Sephiroth's best music to listen to.
Your cheek met his collarbone, he was sat on your headboard as he kept you close to him with both of his arms. One by the back of your knees and the other on your back.
His heartbeat made you almost fall asleep by it's lulling trap, and you were sure you wouldn't last any longer either way.
Quiet nights like this before sleep were your absolute favourite and you could tell by the way he spoke to you with such honey bathed words that he enjoyed it quite as good as you.
Angeal
★ GOD
★ He loves, loves, loves holding you
★ Anywhere and whenever, his arms would be around you. You're just too sweet not to be held, he thinks
★ But he also loves having your soft hands caressing his skin too, whenever you would let him lay his head down on your thighs as you caressed his forehead and hair.
★ He just loves keeping u close ;)
"G'mornin love"
Your mumbled out response was enough for his heart to melt over your weary eyes and softened voice.
Your arms were curled up in his chest, his strenght not failing him as he kept you close even when he was asleep. He wishes he could stay like this with you forever.
Curled up in his arms as the sun bathed your pretty face, the soft whines you would let as he tried to get you off the bed.
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Bonus!!
His hands felt cold at first against your belly, but soon a scorching warmth would start to envelop your guts.
His breathing was serene against your nape, your back against his front. Almost poetically implying that you trusted him, that you cared about him.
No matter how deeply he would have fallen asleep, he still would and will keep you as secure and close to his body. Under the warm covers of your bed, everything felt nicer anyways.
So when you felt his characteristic blonde locks trickling your neck, you felt at home.
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alwaysonf1 · 28 days
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wtf just happened?
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Pairing: Charles LeClerc x Hamilton!OC
Genre: Slice of Life; Fluff
Word Count: 1.8k
Warning: Mild "slander" of French speakers. Language. (Mild)
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: N/A
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“Iman.”
Nothing.
“Iman.”
More silence.
“Iman Marie!”
Ignoring the shouting was her plan, but that was when it was from just outside her room. That last one was right in her ear, making her jump and then without looking, she uses the pillow next to her to hit Logan in the head.
The man truly took annoying little brother to heart. And just like any sister she wanted to kill him. Not kill him dead, but just enough so he would leave her alone. Even in the midst of her angst she didn’t want the idiot dead, she would sadly miss him very much. 
“Ow!” he says.
“You should have left me alone,” she mumbles into her other pillow.
“No, we have plans. And you moping around like a dork isn’t going to change that. I don’t even know why since you wanted this.”
Iman pushes herself up a little and turns her head at a speed that should hurt her neck. Her eyes narrow on her friend who looks annoyed and amused as he rubs his face. Her accuracy clearly worked in her favor. However, she can’t find it in herself to be happy about that.
“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” she whines.
“Because you’re being dramatic.” Logan rolls his eyes as he says it and moves out of range for her to throw anything at him.
Not that she plans to throw anything else at him. Iman can’t find the energy to attack him for what he said. Partly because she knows it’s true, even if she does glare at him for it. 
There are few times in life she’s felt more like a big baby than now. She’s capable of handling her emotions. Lewis always made it clear that she was allowed and should always accept how she’s feeling because those feelings aren’t wrong, but that she has to temper her reactions. To be fair most of that had to do with her wanting to fight a racist or anyone who had some reach of a comment to say about him, but it wasn’t the only place he ever applied that kind of thing. He always said he knows the influence he’d have on her life and he wanted to ensure that she didn’t have to learn some of the hard parts like he did. Which she appreciated.
But goodness it didn’t help at the moment.
Charles Leclerc kissed her a little less than twenty-four hours ago. Something she’d hope would happen sooner rather than later. Something she was going to try to make happen herself because she was tired of playing whatever game it was that meant she withheld her feelings for the man. And because everyone who knew her was annoying and pestering her.
Now she’s finally experienced it, and her reaction was to play it cool in his face and then put her phone on Do Not Disturb so he couldn’t reach her to talk about it. Something she knows has happened because he’s reached out to Lewis, Logan, Alex and Lily to make sure she’s okay.
More than anything she wishes the urge to vomit stemmed from thinking that Charles wants to tell her that he regrets the kiss. That it meant nothing and that he wants to continue being friends. Or not friends at all. But she doesn’t have that voice in her head. Instead, the one she’s dealing with focuses on what comes next. There are obvious answers, but something about it is stressing her out.
Something she’s wanted for a while now lacks the joy it deserves and it’s driving her up a wall. 
She’s acting like Charles. She’s not an overthinker and yet that fucking Monégasque has her in shambles. How dare a French speaking man do this to her at all.
A pillow slams into her face and her head whips back and then forward at a speed that could probably induce whiplash. Logan is sitting on her bed with a pillow in his hands. It’s angled back like he plans to do it again, but then he sets it down.
“What the fuck, Logan?” she shouts.
“Mate, you were zoning out.”
“So, you hit me with a pillow?”
“You hit me first!”
Her hand twitches and moves toward another pillow and he reassumes the position prepared to attack her too.
“I didn’t believe you.”
“I told you.”
The voices draw her attention from her stare down with Logan to her doorway. In it stands Lewis and Sebastian. Iman is familiar with the man and feels comfortable around him, but his presence confuses her so much that the urge to throttle Logan leaves her.
“Hi Seb,” both her and Logan say.
“Hello. Did we walk into a war?” he asks.
“No.”
Lewis rolls his eyes. “Then what did we walk into?”
“Her being stupid.”
Both pillows fly without a word and it’s a flurry of them hitting each other and failing to dodge. It only lasts for what’s probably seconds and both of them have made it off the bed and onto the floor with 
“Okay, separate kids.”
Like creepy twins they go from glaring at each other to Lewis and again he rolls his eyes at them. Iman and Logan put the man through a lot, so he’s used to their brand of nonsense.
Sebastian is barely concealing a laugh as he watches all this and Iman fights not to turn her irritation on him. She’d laugh too if she was watching this mess.
Lewis claps his hands and like well trained dogs they release their pillows and sit on her bed. She’s still glaring at her brother, but she’s toned it down.
“You stop hitting her with pillows. You know how she gets.” He points to Logan.
“She started it. I was just defen…” A single look from Lewis shuts him up and Logan huffs, but nods.
“And you.” As he says it all three sets of eyes are intently on me. “Pull it together, yeah. The first few hours were fine, but this is a bit much. I won’t tell you how to feel, but you’re happy about it, he’s happy about it. Stop being a dunce and do something about it. Man is blowing up my phone.”
“Mine too,” Seb chimes in.
“You texted him first,” Lewis says.
A grin that Iman considers evil, because it’s only ever present when he’s up to no good, spreads across Sebastian's face. The man likes to be in the know and he’s fond of his former teammate, so his self-insertion isn’t surprising in the least. 
However, as quickly as that look of mischief comes, it goes. Sebastian is still smiling, but there’s a seriousness to his demeanor that makes Iman a little uneasy.
“Don’t hurt his feelings or yours.”
Then they’re both gone.
Iman is unsure of what to do or say, so she just sits there. A million thoughts bubble inside of her head, but she blocks them all out. Lingering on even one of them could lead her back to where she was minutes ago, and Lewis is right. He’s often right.
Logan exhales. “You know I just want you happy, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So be happy. You’ve been pining after the guy for a while now. He’s finally made it clear he’s ready and available. That he feels something for you, even if you don’t fully know what that is yet. Don’t play around and overthink it. You’ll kick yourself for it later. Hell, I know you’re doing it now.”
She nods but says nothing. Still doesn’t know what to say, but she does lean her head down on Logan’s shoulder. The gesture is one of the usual casual affection, but also a silent thank you. He knew what to say and she knew that before he’d even shown up at her place, thus her ignoring his pestering to begin with. Being stubborn is on brand for her. 
He pats her head and then abruptly he stands up, leaving her barely any time to adjust herself so she doesn’t fall over. The glare is back on her face, but Logan just smiles as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. 
“Now get up and get ready. We’re already running late and you’re the one who begged me to come try that new place with you.” 
She rolls her eyes, but nods.
Logan heads toward the door, but then turns around. He tosses something at her, and she flinches a little, but is calmed by her phone landing on her legs. 
“Oh, and text him back.”
Then he too is gone. Probably to raid the fridge.
Iman’s gaze doesn’t leave the phone in her lap even as a retort is on the tip of her tongue. She doesn’t hate when Logan’s right, however when she’s in a mood it can be annoying. And the addition of him, Lewis, and Sebastian Vettel, all calling her out takes it to another level.
They’re right and she wants to stop feeling like such a mess over it. All these emotions are overwhelming, and the real problem is she can’t isolate any of them so they can be tackled one by one. Hell, she can’t even get them down to pairs.
What is obvious to her is that she’s happy and hopes that a step has been taken in the right direction. That this will hopefully lead to her no longer having to deal with getting her hopes up just for another girl to show up on his arm. That phrasing makes it seem like it’s constant and he’s never been single for a second between girlfriends, but even when there are months between them it always feels like it was nothing more than a day for her.
A soft scream escapes her lips, and she falls back onto the bed. She’s overthinking again and it’s close to sending her into a spiral. The last thing she needs is that, especially when he’s part of the summer vacation group. This putting a damper on things is out of the question and she refuses to be awkward like some little kid dealing with their crush.
With a sigh she sits up, tosses the phone on the bed, and gets up. Without a second glance she walks into her bathroom and closes the door.
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Charles stares at his phone like he’s done for the past few hours. He tried to tell himself that Iman drank quite a bit the night before so she might still be recovering. Or that she wants a chill day and is away from her phone, something he’s witnessed first-hand. Hell, he’s even thrown in that maybe she’s just busy despite knowing that Williams refuses to call in their people on their days off without an emergency and both drivers have told him there hasn’t been one and that she’s fine.
Which means she’s intentionally not responding to him. And he is trying so hard not to seem desperate that the possibility of her regretting kissing him is all he can think about. Something he’s reassured himself that isn’t true. Something his brothers and friends have told him is a dumb idea to even entertain. But he can’t help but wonder if he fucked up when she won’t respond to him.
As he sits there, he tries to tell himself he needs to get ready for the early dinner he promised a group of his friends that he’d attend. But he can’t break his eyes away. Which he thinks is fucking ridiculous. That he is yet again being ridiculous.
So, he closes his eyes and takes a breath. Then without opening them he gets up from the couch and turns away from it and his phone. His eyes open and he takes a step. His phone makes a high-pitched sound and vibrates like crazy.
Like a man possessed he turns around and snatches it up. It’s unlocked before he can truly think to do it and then his eyes are glued to the message, his body sitting without him telling it to.
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Air leaves his lungs and Charles melts into his couch. His entire body relaxes, and he feels the corners of his lips inch upward, something they hadn’t done since he realized Iman was ignoring his attempts to reach out.
His friends would never let him hear the end of it if he ever admitted how much that simple greeting did for him.
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velvethopewrites · 6 months
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Happy destiel/castiel day! Here, have a drabble of warm fluffy fluff to start your week off right! September 18th, baby! (I’m a dork, especially for that angel!) 🤗🤓😇
Just Cas
“You know, I remember it like it was yesterday.”
Cas stops rinsing out his coffee cup and glances over at Dean, sure that the confusion is clear on his face.
“You walking into that barn. Changing my life. Making me doubt all the life choices that led to me being unable to tell you how smokin’ hot you were.”
Cas turns back and drops his head, smiling. He finishes the remaining few cups and turns around as he dries his hands. He takes a deep breath and leans back against the kitchen counter, making sure to keep his expression neutral. This is the same dance they do every year and Cas loves it.
“You didn’t think I was “hot”, Dean. You were scared, confused, and more than a little pissed off, as a matter of fact.”
Dean smirks as he stands up from the table, a knowing look on his face. “Okay, yeah. Fair. But later on, every time I replayed that scene in my head you only got hotter and hotter, babe.”
Dean moves forward and wraps his arms around Cas’s waist, smelling of sunshine and leather. Basically he smells like Baby after he’s given her a nice cleaning and long drive to ‘stretch her legs’. Unsurprisingly, it is also one of Cas’s favorite scents. Dean leans forward, heat and mischief in his eyes.
“We could do a reenactment today, in the bedroom, if you know what I mean. We could dig out the old trench from the back of the closet, light some sparklers and go to town.” As if to prove his point, Dean leans in even closer, bringing their bodies into contact.
Cas snorts before he can stop himself, his neutrality over the subject disappearing like the soap bubbles down the drain behind him. “Really? You want to be intimate while I’m wearing that coat and you’re…what? Holding cheap and dubious pyrotechnics behind me? Dean.”
“Hey, I’m just trying to re-capture the romantic moment we met, Cas. Nothing wrong about that. If you want, I could pretend to stab you again.”
“With a knife or with something else?” Cas deadpans, hearing his voice go deeper even as Dean’s eyes dilate in reaction.
“Hmm, we’ll leave that part open for discussion.” Dean moves in again and they’re suddenly kissing. Cas thinks how glad he is that he gets to have this. Gets to have Dean. Oh, if only his younger, angelic self could see him now…
Dean eventually breaks their kiss and waggles his eyebrows, making his handsome face look silly and playful. Yet he’s still beautiful. “Well, what do you say? Up for some hanky-panky in the middle of the day to celebrate the anniversary of your entrance into my life, O’ Angel of Mine?”
Cas bites his lip and doesn’t say anything, tilting his head for old time’s sake as though he’s debating his next move. He gently takes Dean’s hand and turns him around to lead him from the kitchen. Yes. He will take this time to be with Dean. As a present to himself. As a present to both of them.
And later, when they are both sated, naked, and still tangled in the sheets of their bed, he will tell Dean anew all the ways that he’s changed him - from that blunt, cold unfeeling angel into this, whatever he is - a flawed, no-longer-bound-with-celestial-intent being that somehow loves his simple life. Just as it is. Dean is still Dean and he is finally, just Cas. Loved and known, at last.
Tagging @fellshish and @canonblastedships @clarkenting for some reblogs, help a strange sad writer girl bestie out. 😇🥰
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bramble-berries · 9 months
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you must have known for a long time (the shape of things to come)
thank you thank you so much to everyone who has read and reblogged and commented and tagged!!!
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By a month into his duty, Eddie had fallen into a routine. In the mornings he sat outside with his coffee and his guitar or a book and watched for fires. In the afternoons he went inside to get out of the heat, but kept aware of the forest around him, looking for smoke. He’d even spotted a couple of fires, but this wasn’t as exciting an event as he’d expected. After he’d called in the alarm, he’d been calmly informed the park authorities would check it out and not much came of it. He supposed that was a good thing, what he’d been sent here to do, actually. Prevent disaster. Still, it was a little anticlimactic. 
And, of course, he talked to Steve all day. 
To his shock and horror, he found he actually enjoyed talking to Steve. Like, really loved talking to the guy. It was completely unexpected, but Steve was actually a pretty decent guy and good conversation. What he lacked in knowledge, he made up for with a charming earnestness. And the man flirted. Eddie really couldn’t tell if it was pointed or just unconscious, but he couldn’t stop himself from responding.
In the evenings, after dinner, they often played board games together, having to take each other’s word that they were being honest. Steve’s favorite was Candy Land, but Eddie’s was Battleship, and it had been Eddie’s turn to pick the game tonight. Eddie, as usual, was about to win.
“Well, looks like I’ve gotten all but one of your ships. One lonely little Destroyer. Any last words, Steve-o?” Eddie purred into the radio, grin curling his lips in anticipation. 
“I hate you and I hate this stupid game,” Steve said.
“Noted. B8!”
A long sigh from Steve. “I’m not saying it.”
“C’mon, Stevie, don’t be a sore loser now. You fought admirably, but the better captain won.”
“...You sunk my Destroyer.”
“RIP, USS Intrepid. You fought ferociously, there will be wine and women for your brave men in the afterlife.”
“You’re such a dork, man,” Steve said, and Eddie could hear the laughter in his voice.
“Ha! Rich coming from you. Don’t be ashamed I’ve bested you again. It was a fair fight. Also, seriously, you gotta stop clustering all your ships together.”
“It’s a good strategy!” Steve said.
“It’s not. It is demonstrably not a good strategy.”
“Whatever. How did you get so good at this game, anyway?” 
Eddie found his eyes involuntarily flicking to the envelope that sat, as always, on the bedside table. And as always, he pushed it to the back of his mind. “I used to play it all the time with my Uncle Wayne. We couldn’t afford cable for a while, so we played a lot of board games.”
“That’s sweet,” Steve said.
“Shut up,” Eddie groaned. 
“I’m serious! My parents never played games with me. Well, except like, mind games? Which Robin has said a few things to lead me to believe were actually kind of fucked up. Anyway, point is, it’s really sweet the way you talk about your uncle. You really love him, huh?” Steve said.
Eddie swallowed. Sniffed hard. “Yea, I do.” 
“I like the way you talk about him,” Steve said.
Eddie cleared his throat. “I…” He suddenly couldn’t stand to be still. His stomach felt like a pot of jellyfish. He stood up from the dining table and started pacing around the tiny cabin. “I like the way you talk about Robin.”
“Yea. I really love her.” Steve said. 
“You’re not…” Eddie fisted his hand in the frayed ends of his hair where they just brushed his shoulders, tugged hard. “You’re not upset she found someone?” 
Eddie could hear the smile in Steve’s voice again when he answered. “No, of course not. I mean, I’m sad she’s not here with me this summer. And I’m pretty bummed she won’t be at the apartment when I get home. We used to live together. But, if anyone in the world deserves to be happy, it’s that girl. And anyway, something good came out of it. I made a new friend! Rob’s always telling me I need to get out and meet people.”
Eddie chuckled. “Hate to break it to you, but sequestering yourself in a tower in the wilderness for five months isn’t exactly conducive to meeting people.” He didn’t ask the one question that burned in his throat. ‘Did you flirt with her? Is this what you do with friends? What is this, what does it mean to you?’
“I don’t know what several of those words mean. But I think what you’re saying is that we’re definitely friends now.”
Eddie took a deep breath, looked up to the ceiling. “Maybe. We might be friends.”
“I already told you, Radio Battleship is level three friendship clearance. You can’t deny it now.”
Eddie pulled a piece of his hair to his mouth and started chewing on the ends. It was a gross habit, he knew. Didn’t stop him from doing it. Especially since he’d stopped smoking cigarettes. “Yea, ok. We’re friends.”
“Yes!” Steve shouted, and Eddie imagined him pumping his fist in the air like he’d seen him do in gym class after winning whatever sportsball game Coach Gallagher was torturing the students with that day. He smiled despite himself.
“Ok, don’t get too excited,” Eddie said.
“Too late.”
He huffed through his nose, glanced at the digital clock. It was nearing midnight. It was as good excuse as any to bow out of this conversation, retreat like he always did when things were getting too honest, to soft. “You’re too much for 11PM, dude. I gotta go to bed.”
“Alright, grandpa. Don’t forget your medicated socks.”
“Medicated socks?” Eddie laughed.
“I don’t know what old people need, you’re the grandpa here.”
“Shut up and go to bed before you give yourself a headache,” Eddie said.
“Goodnight, Eddie.”
“Goodnight, Steve.”
Eddie put away the gameboard, but instead of climbing into bed, he stepped out onto the porch and circled around to the east side. He leaned his elbows against the railing, eyes finding the tiny yellow light in the distance that was Steve’s tower. His fingers itched for a cigarette. Without thinking, he started chewing on his thumbnail. Another gross habit he’d picked up after giving up smokes.
He watched the yellow light in the distance, trying to imagine Steve there. In his mind’s eye, Steve was still a teenager, big hair and stupid polos and smarmy little smirk. But that had been a decade ago. He’d changed since then. Eddie sure as fuck had. He wondered what Steve looked like now. He knew what he sounded like. Knew his laugh, his little self-deprecating jokes, the drop in his tone when he said something flirty. He tried to fit the voice to the image of teenage Steve in his head and just couldn’t.
Eddie’s mind moved onto wondering what Steve did in his tower. What he was doing right now. He imagined him moving around the small space, turning out lights, closing windows, tidying up. Maybe he took off his shirt to get comfortable, fluffed his pillows. Maybe he left a little light on, maybe he read before bed like Eddie often liked to do, to wind down and quieten his mind. Though more likely he did some jock shit like pushups before bed. Eddie thought about maybe asking him about it tomorrow, but couldn’t think of a way asking Steve about his nighttime routine wouldn’t be weird.
The light went off in Steve’s tower and Eddie turned to go back inside. He stood for a long moment in the doorway, letting his eyes move over his tiny living quarters. Tiny, but so full. Full of little freedoms, little things he’d taken for granted before and now that he had them back, felt precious. 
A bookshelf full of worlds to lose himself in. His guitar that he could play whenever he wanted, whenever a tune popped into his head or his hands were restless for something to do. A stove he could cook on. A desk he could write at, plan campaigns at, sketch at. A buffet of textures, smells, colors, when all he’d had for three years was cold stone under his feet and palms, the scent of metal, of institutionalized food, of sweat. The feeling, always, of an underlying wariness. Never able to fully relax, never feeling fully safe. 
It was overwhelming sometimes to him still, even after being here for a month, being out for a month. He was still surprised every morning when he woke up to warm yellow sunlight and a soft pile of blankets, to the smell of green things drifting in through the windows he always left open, to the ruffle of a morning breeze in his hair. Still caught off guard, wrong-footed from the lack of concrete walls and metal bars, the sounds of people, so many people, surrounding him on all sides, caged just like him. So close and so far away, never able to touch without inflicting pain, never able to talk without some hidden motives. 
He thought he was doing a good enough job, pretending. Pretending to be just a normal guy, a normal guy who could be a normal friend to someone like Steve. Someone who could have normal relationships. Normal feelings. Who wasn’t all twisted up and wrong inside, who wasn’t a dark stain on everyone’s life he’d ever touched. But that’s all it was. Pretending. Because at the end of the day, Steve was not meant for someone like Eddie, a liar, a coward. Steve was like a bird. Maybe he’d land briefly in Eddie’s life, flirt a little, make Eddie feel like something he wasn’t, make him feel like he could be something good, someone worth being around. But Steve was always going to fly, he was always going to be out of Eddie’s reach. 
Eddie had gotten out, but he’d never really be free from that place, free from his past. Free from who he was.
Eddie shook his head and glanced around, coming out of his thoughts. He switched off the lights and climbed into bed under the worn plaid quilt, laid on his back and stared up at the shadowed ceiling. He turned, trying to get comfortable on the oversoft mattress, his body still unaccustomed to the give under his weight, the way it cradled him. When he finally slept, he dreamed of things he could never have and would never deserve.
part 4
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babydollmarauders · 1 year
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TEENAGER IN LOVE — TREVOR ZEGRAS
trevor zegras x fem! hughes!reader
pt. 2
request: “hi! can i request something with trevor zegras with the prompts 20 and 23 please? thanks sm!! 💗”
20. “can we stay like this forever?”
23. “sleep over? please?”
summary: in which y/n reminisces on how her and Trevor started their secret relationship.
notes: i changed up prompt 23 a little bit to make it fit better, i hope that’s okay!
i was listening to Teenager in Love by Madison Beer quite a bit while writing this so…
Trevor and y/n are in an established relationship during the first little “present” scene.
reader is 20 in the present and 19 in the flashback.
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**PRESENT**
i’ve never felt comfortable on planes. it doesn’t matter where i’m sat or what i’m wearing or who i’m with, i don’t like planes. my family knows this, my friends know this, anyone who will listen to me talk knows this, my brother however, simply does not care. and now i’m stuck on the Devils charter plane, not even sat next to Jack because he’s busy sat next to Dougie, talking about some video game they both play. so i’m left beside Jesper Bratt, who’s already asleep after only being in the air for maybe half an hour.
i didn’t intend to even tag along on this road game to California, but i moved in with Jack a couple months ago and he apparently didn’t trust me to stay in New Jersey by myself, citing his reasoning as “i don’t want any chance of you having boys in this apartment.” but the joke is on him, because he’s really just providing me with a trip to see the only guy he should be remotely worried about, Trevor.
as the only girl, growing up with three brothers, they’ve always been a bit overprotective. and by a bit, i mean a lot. even Luke, who’s a year younger than me, has had his fair share of threatening guys “in the name of my safety.” all of their friends have gotten the “if you even so much as look at my sister, i’ll make sure you never see anything again” spiel, and for a good nineteen years, their friends respected that. until Jack’s best friend, Trevor, and i were left alone for a night at the lake house last summer.
**FLASHBACK**
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all the guys have left for a party down the road, they even took Luke along with them for his first party as an eighteen year old, and i’m looking forward to a quiet night of watching romcom’s on the couch with no judgment and no one complaining that “that would never happen in real life!”
decked out in one of Quinn’s oversized Canucks shirts, pajama shorts, and some fuzzy socks; i’m lounged on the couch, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket burrito. i’m just about to hit play on a movie on netflix when the front door opens and shuts and i hear footsteps getting closer to the living room. averting my gaze from the tv, i look over in time to see Trevor freeze in the doorway to the living room, and i become acutely aware of my current state of no makeup and probably looking like a dork with my blanket draped over the top of my head.
i’ve never had a problem acting normal around any of my brothers’ friends. usually, they’re all just like extended family, unwanted additional older brothers. except Trevor. when Jack first brought him home during their USNTDP days, i immediately got a schoolgirl crush. and unlike usual crushes, it’s only gotten worse with time. luckily, Quinn and Jack have never seemed to notice my awkward and shy behavior when Trevor is around, but Luke has and he’s made it his mission to send me scowls and snicker at my misfortune whenever it happens.
“oh hey.” he cocks his head in one those ‘sup’ nods and takes a glance towards the tv screen before fixing his gaze back on me.
“hey. what are you doing back already? are the others coming back too? i can go back into my room. i don’t wanna be a bother or anything.” cue the embarrassing rambles.
“nah, it’s just me. feeling kinda homesick, i don’t really wanna be at a party tonight.” he shrugs his shoulder and sits on the arm of the couch next to me. “whatcha watching?”
“oh, i was just gonna watch a romcom, but it’s fine, i can watch it in my room. you can have the tv if you want.” i have to crane my neck some to look up at him from my spot. “i can leave you alone.”
i start to stand up, still wrapped in my blanket burrito when Trevor grabs the back of the blanket and tugs me back down onto the couch. he stands and walks in front of me before taking a spot on the cushion next to me.
“so, what romcom are we watching?” he asks, kicking his legs up on the coffee table in front of us.
“you don’t have to watch it. we can watch something else, if you want.”
trevor’s only answer comes in actions, grabbing the remote from my hands and clicking play on the movie. i don’t bother to fight him anymore, allowing myself to get sucked into the movie instead.
i’m sat rigid throughout the entire movie, keeping aware of my limbs, not letting any stray too far towards the cushion beside me. and about halfway through the movie i remember how weird i must look and move the blanket onto my lap instead of wrapped around me. i can barely focus on anything other than the fact that Trevor is sitting next to me. the fact that i can smell his sandalwood cologne. that if i were to lay my hand next to me, i would almost be touching him.
once the movie ends, i expect him to put on something for himself or even just go to his room, but instead he turns to look at me.
“you okay?” he asks. my eyes widen slightly before i catch myself and revert them back to normal.
“yeah, why?” i try to sound calm, but my voice is slightly shaky, and i’m just hoping he didn’t notice.
“you seem uncomfortable. did i make you uncomfortable? did i do something?” i shake my head a little too violently for someone who’s supposed to be calm.
“no! i’m not uncomfortable! why would you think that? i’m cool.”
oh my god people who are cool do not say ‘i’m cool’, what is wrong with me? he chuckles and i can’t help the small smile that breaks out on my face at the sound.
“i was just checking.” he puts his hands up in a surrendering gesture. “we should play a game.”
“what game did you have in mind?”
“truth or dare? i don’t know, i’m just bored.”
“sure.” i have a feeling this will not end great for me, but i’m not about to let him know that.
“okay. truth or dare?” we turn and sit criss-cross on the couch, facing each other properly as i weigh my options.
“truth.” safest option. he takes a second to think about his question.
“okay, i got one. does it ever annoy you, how overprotective your brothers can be?”
“oh yeah. one hundred percent. they have all these rules for me; don’t drink unless we’re with you, no dating until you’re 30, don’t leave the house unless you tell us where you’re going, don’t crush on any of our friends. it’s overwhelming sometimes. and i can never stick up for myself because they’re so quick to hurt whoever hurts me, which is nice, yes, but it’s definitely taken a toll on how i present myself. it’s made me shy and my friends say i can be a crybaby sometimes because i’ve never had to handle problems on my own. like, don’t get me wrong, i’m grateful for my brothers, they’re always there for me, but sometimes it’s just too much. ya know?”
he nods, genuinely seeming interested in what i had to say, and my heart flutters.
“i can’t say i understand because i’m the older brother in my family, but i can imagine it can be difficult sometimes.”
“anyways, truth or dare?” he ponders his options before choosing dare. “i dare you to text the guys and tell them you just watched a romcom. and you CAN’T say it was with me.”
he groans and lets his head drop back for a few seconds before pulling his phone out of his pocket and typing for a minute. turning the screen so i can see what he just wrote, he lets me press the send button.
To: Jack-Attack, Huggy Bear, Moosey Hughes
just watched this great romcom on netflix called Set It Up. you guys should watch it. 10/10
i let my own head drop back in laughter and let out an ugly cackle.
“truth or dare? you evil little witch” his mocking insult rolls straight off my back when i see the smile on his face.
“truth again.” i shrug when he raises an eyebrow at my safe choice.
“have you ever broken any of your brothers rules?” my mind short circuits. there’s only one rule i’ve broken, and that’s by liking him. do i admit that? or do i just say no? technically, he didn’t say i have to say which rule i’ve broken, so-
“yes. but you can’t tell them that i have! it has to be our secret! they’d pester me to no end until they found out which one i broke!”
“okay, our secret. promise.” he holds his pinky out, waiting for me to link it with my own. a pinky swear. how adorable. fuck. i bring my own hand up, linking my pinky with his before breaking away and setting my hand back in my lap.
“truth or dare?” i ask.
“truth.” i take a few seconds to think of a question. how is this harder to think of than coming up with a dare?
“what’s your favorite part about the off season?” it’s a relatively boring question, but the first one i thought of.
“oh that’s easy. coming here. i love spending time with you guys.” more heart flutters, i may need to get that checked out. “truth or dare?”
“don’t kill me; truth.” i joke and he laughs again.
“i should’ve expected that, shouldn’t i? alright, if you wanna keep doing truth, i’m just gonna dig deeper and deeper until you tell me your darkest secret, y/n. which rule did you break?” my stomach drops. can i forfeit? can i plead the fifth? is that a thing that you can do in truth or dare? i wouldn’t know, this is my first time playing. i think i’m just gonna have to say it. it’s not like he’ll ever know it’s him.
“you can’t tell them! remember that!” i remind him before admitting- “having a crush on one of their friends.”
his jaw drops and he lets out a completely fake gasp.
“that is not what i was expecting. i expected you to say the drinking rule or the telling them where you go rule. how scandalous, y/n! a forbidden romance!” his jokes make me feel slightly better, at least he’s not judging me.
“yeah, yeah! it’s not like i’m dating the guy.” i defend myself. “truth or dare, Zegras?”
“dare, i’m feeling adventurous.”
“i dare you to go in Jacks room and steal my book back for me. he took it away from me because he said reading was boring and this trip isn’t allowed to be boring.” he bursts out in laughter, barely able to form words for a few minutes before he speaks again.
“oh you’ve got me doing your dirty work for you! i respect it!” he leaps up from the couch and within a couple minutes he’s back on the couch, my book in his hand. he tosses it on my lap and throws a wink my way. “one book for the lady.”
“my sanity thanks you. i can’t start another book until i’ve finished this one and it was killing me slowly.”
“truth or dare? although, i don’t know why i bother asking at this point.” i roll my eyes at his sarcasm and decide to throw him a curveball. mostly for myself though because i have a feeling i know what his next question would be if i pick truth.
“dare.” he grins, and for a second i regret my choice.
“i dare you to tell me which friend you were or are crushing on. c’mon, i can keep your secret.” he asked it anyways. what the hell. i don’t think you can do that. can you do that?
“that’s basically a truth! i picked dare! that’s cheating!”
“it is not!” now it’s his turn to defend himself. “i DARED you to tell me! i promise i won’t judge you, or laugh, or tell your brothers!”
oh god, i’m gonna have to tell him, aren’t i? i mean, i could always just say one of the other guys. i could say Alex, he’s always been the sweetest to me, so i’m sure Trevor would believe it. but then he might say something. it’s not that i wouldn’t trust him to keep it a secret if i say someone else, but Trevor has a big mouth, and sometimes he talks without thinking. he could slip up. so it’s smarter not to lie, to avoid any trouble or confusion. so i close my eyes and count to ten before i say it. here goes nothing.
“you.” i still don’t open my eyes. too afraid of his reaction. but now he’s quiet and i don’t like the silence. oh god, is he disgusted? is he trying trying to figure out how to let me down gently? “don’t get weird. you don’t have to say anything. you can just forget you heard that. pretend you didn’t hear any-“
i’m cut off by his mouth crashing down onto mine. i freeze, overthinking everything, before eventually melting into the kiss. moving my lips against his. it’s slow and sweet, and not at all the reaction i was expecting from him. we pull apart and i allow my eyes to flutter back open, watching his face as he slowly breathes in and out. he catches my eye and a wide grin spreads across his face.
“i’ve wanted to do that since high school.” his hands grip my hips and i let him pull me onto his lap, straddling him. butterflies are flying around in my stomach and my heart is pounding against my chest, but i let my body relax into his.
“really?”
“yeah.” he confirms, leaning his forehead against my own. “the first time Jack had me over to your house, he gave this whole lecture about how you were off limits. and i thought ‘no problem.’ but then i saw you, and i got to know you, and it turned out to be a big problem. you’re so beautiful, and then you turned to be this sweet, funny, amazing girl. and god, i could not get you out of my head. i still can’t.”
this time it’s my turn to plant a kiss on his lips, this one a chaste peck. i slouch down and lay my head on his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“can we stay like this forever?” i ask, but before he can answer, his phone buzzes on the cushion beside us, and he picks it up and curses.
“Jack just texted to say they’ll be home soon. he said Cole is wasted and they need to put him to bed.” i pull back and nod my head, moving to get off him. but he wraps his arms around my middle and holds us chest-to-chest. “do you want me to tell him you’re asleep? you can come in my room. we can just cuddle, nothing else necessary. but i just got you, and now i just wanna hold you.”
i smile and nod again, silently saying a thank you to whatever higher entity above granted me such luck as to have him like me back.
“yeah, i’d like that.” we get off the couch and make our way to his room, remembering to turn the tv off on our way out of the living room. he opens the door to his room and allows me to enter first before he comes in.
“you can go ahead and lay down, i’m just gonna change into some sweats first.” he walks over to his opened suitcase on the floor and pulls out a pair of grey sweatpants and a t-shirt before leaving the room, going into the bathroom across the hall. i do as he says and lay down on his bed, on my side facing the door.
it’s not but a moment after he gets back into the room and shuts the door, that we hear the front door of the house open and shut, followed by multiple pairs of footsteps and some mumbling.
“jesus Cole, you could help me out here and actually move your feet.” i can hear Quinn say as he passes by Trevor’s door, i’m assuming helping Cole to his room. Trevor snickers and comes over to the bed, clicking off the lamp before laying down behind me and putting his arm around my middle, pulling me close against him. after about 15 minutes i can feel his breath start to even out, and i look over my shoulder to see his eyes fluttering open and shut, obviously having trouble staying awake.
“you can go to sleep, Trev. i’ll go to my room once i know they’re all in theirs.” i whisper.
“no. sleep over here? please? i wanna hold you tonight.” his voice is soft and low so we don’t get caught, but also laced with sleepiness. i shake my head.
“what if one of them finds us in the morning? you know how my brothers will react.” at my words, he pulls his phone out of his sweatpants pocket and taps a few times before leaning over me and plugging it in on the nightstand.
“there. i set an alarm for 7am. you know the guys won’t even wake up before 10, so that gives us plenty of time for you to go back to your room before they can catch us.” i sigh and snuggle back into him.
“alright. i’ll sleep in here.” he plants a kiss on an exposed spot between my neck and shoulder and i can feel his smile on my skin.
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jimothystu · 9 months
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Instagram AU: One of the Boys Part 1
Summary: YN is best friends with Trevor and by proxy has become "one of the boys" with him, the Hughes brothers, and Cole Pairings: Reader & Jack Hughes, Reader & Trevor Zegras, Reader & Quinn Hughes, Reader & Luke Hughes, and Reader & Cole Caufield Notes: I’m starting a little series! Haven’t decided who the reader ends up with yet so lmk if you have any preference! Also may write actual fics for this if there’s interest 🫶 All pics from Pinterest - credit to owners! Tag list:(join here or lmk if you want to be tagged in this series specifically) **[I messed up the form at first and forgot to have a place for urls and someone filled it out but since there was no url idk who it was 😭 I'm sorry!! If you filled out my form and were not tagged in this pls redo it!] @sammiejane22 @jackhues
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yourusername: I love these dorks. Thanks for letting me crash guys weekend!
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jackhughes: which one of you fuckers took that last pic
⇢ _quinnhughes: Wasn’t me
⇢ lhughes_06: Nah man not me
⇢ jackhughes: @/trevorzegras I SWEAR TO GOD
⇢ trevorzegras: 👀
⇢ yourusername: 😂 Thanks Z!!
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_quinnhughes: Feel free to crash guys weekend any time 😌
⇢ yourusername: You’re only saying that because I made pancakes
⇢ _quinnhughes: No…
⇢ lhughes_06: No we definitely like your company… and food…
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trevorzegras: I won twister for anyone who cares
⇢ _quinnhughes: No one cares
⇢ yourusername: I care! 🙋‍♀️
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lhughes_06: Kay but who do you love the most?
⇢ yourusername: I plead the fifth
⇢ fan1: We all know it’s Z!
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fan3: OMG JACK AND YN DOING FACEMASKS TOGETHER PLEASE THATS SO CUTE
- fan10: I ship it!!!!
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Trevorzegras: This is the love I get
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_quinnhughes: Cuz no one invited you
⇢ trevorzegras: YN invited me
⇢ _quinnhughes: @/yourusername why
⇢ yourusername: He said he’d buy me ice cream
jackhughes: 😂
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lhughes_06: Wow that’s the love I get from Jack too
⇢ trevorzegras: Twinning 👯‍♂️
yourusername: Lol love you Z
⇢ trevorzegras: Yeah yeah 🙄
colecaufield: Brutal
⇢ trevorzegras: Truly the worst 😔
fan6: Omg first the face masks now this??
⇢ fan8: Sibling behaviour omg
⇢ fan3: Or couple behaviour 👀
⇢ fan6: Nah they’re clearly just friends
⇢ fan2: Idk some of the pics look a bit sus
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yourusername: “This is the love I get”
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colecaufield: Got him 😂
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trevorzegras: You’re literally also flipping me off
⇢ yourusername: 🤷‍♀️
lhughes_06: Lol did you banish her to the backseat or sth
⇢ trevorzegras: Nah Jack called shotgun
⇢ yourusername: He cheated though!! Covered my mouth before I could say anything
⇢ lhughes_06: 😂
⇢ jackhughes: All's fair in love war and car rides
_quinnhughes: Get wrecked
⇢ trevorzegras: Why do you hate me
⇢ _quinnhughes: 🤷‍♂️
⇢ yourusername: He secretly loves you Z. Told me when we were drunk at the lake house
⇢ trevorzegras: OH???
⇢ _quinnhughes: @/yourusername I TOLD YOU THAT IN CONFIDENCE
⇢ yourusername: 😇
fan2: They’re so cute 😭
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