#// bc lowkey i kinda liked any of the three with each other

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just what i needed | stranger things ; t.hagan

A/N ;  This uh.. it may or may not have been a true labor of love for me -as is the one I have going for Billy, tbh. I started this telling myself that I probably wouldn't ever do anything with it and then an insane lack of reader fics for this goofy freckled bastard -and a burning desire to at very least fix friendships and meddle around with what could've been (in the case of tommy and billy and friendship) and yeah.. Here we are. I go into this fully aware that literally nobody asked for this and most likely, this will not be one of the series that a lot of people read, but.. I can't just not post it. I can't.

So, if you've been looking for a short lil Tommy x reader thing, here we are, babes.Sorry it's a reader insert, this just worked for me, idk.

Pairing ; Tommy Hagan x Good girl!Fem reader

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; this one is set around the point in season 2 when Tommy and Steve have their falling out. It's written under the pretense that Carol dumps Tommy for whatever reason and there will be so much billy and tommy friendship fuckery (Despite me own personal belief that Tommy loved both Steve and Billy but also wanting to like.. let other tommy fans insert themselves into the picture anyway..) There will be no upside down + it's unholy terrors here. Just the same as allll the others, this is a teen rom com / slice of life thing so there won't be anything but the normal here.

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Warnings ; Tommy coming to a lot of huge realizations. Underage drinking (and yes, a short drive bc this is the 80's) and a no parents house party situation. Lots of sexual tension, mentions of fuck marry kill being played, a very very drunk reader and a slightly less cocky version of Tommy bc he's going through a lot here and he's getting his head around it. Huuuge potential that Billy and Tommy are more than a little OOC here. I've been dying to write them but i miiight not be the best at it.

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“I think we need a break, Tommy.”

– when she said it, the first thing he thought was that she was just bored. She wanted to fool around with other guys and she’d come crawling back. That had been almost a month ago.

And so far? 

Carol Perkins hadn’t looked back a single time.

Tommy just wasn’t sure what exactly to do with himself. With Steve preoccupied with the situation with himself, Nance and Byers, Steve wasn’t in the right frame of mind to give him any real advice and they weren't talking anyway because they'd gotten into it for those exact reasons. Billy Hargrove turned out to be the one to notice his internal struggle.

Billy had taken him aside.

“Be dressed and ready at 8. You’re goin to Tina’s party with me tonight.”

Billy’s tone indicated clearly that he wasn’t fucking around.

So with the firm order, Tommy threw together a last ditch effort Halloween costume. A red bandana rolled and tied around his forehead. A sleeveless white tank top and some old oil-stained jeans he had lying around that had clearly seen better days. To give the outfit a little more realism, he even offered himself up to mow the lawn for his old man.

Around 7:45, he found himself standing in front of the mirror in his bedroom, the plastic Bowie knife strapped to his bicep. He laughed at how ridiculous it was, the idea that a stupid Halloween party was somehow going to fix the place his head was at lately. He knew it wouldn't, obviously. The problem was that this time, he just didn't know what the fuck to do to even begin fixing at least some of the problem.

He almost called Billy to call the whole thing off but right around the time he picked up the phone downstairs in the hall to do it, the loud rumble of the Camaro driven by Billy Hargrove came roaring up the street, an abrupt halt at the curb in front of the Hagan house.

Billy laid on the horn, half out the window, yelling out to him. “Get your ass in, Hagan. C’mon, we got shit to do.”

Tommy made his way down to the Camaro and got in on the passenger side. The drive was quiet at first. But Billy shattered the silence. “Remember my talk with Harrington? I’m gonna tell you the same thing so just fuckin listen, alright? Carol’s not worth it, man. Look, she was screwing around on you over the summer. You know it, I know it because you told me a thousand times. You weren’t really that happy either and she kinda treated you like shit, Hagan.”

“Yeah,yeah.” -but it’s hard to let go of an old habit and essentially, that was the perfect description of his relationship with Carol Perkins since as far back as 7th grade. The more he thought about it lately, the harder it was to remember why he’d even liked her in the first place.

She was blunt, rude, definitely spoiled. And while he always took up for her, she never seemed willing to do the same for him. They spent nearly all their time arguing -that is when they weren’t fucking at his house or hers or in his backseat.

Steve might have been onto something when he broke away from their usual girls.

Granted, he’d picked the worst one possible to experiment breaking away with, but  the fact remained… Steve did seem more at ease now that he wasn’t just amassing himself a body count.

“There are other girls out there, man. There’s other fish in the sea.” Billy said it with a shrug as he exhaled smoke and took the last drag of his cigarette. “Tonight, you’re gonna see that. You’re gonna see I’m right.”

Tommy laughed. “Doubtful, but whatever.”

Billy rolled his eyes. For whatever reason, Tommy felt the need to elaborate. “Girls don’t date the sidekick, Hargrove. They date, well… You or Steve. Not me.” Tommy said it with absolutely none of the bitterness or the jealousy this fact made him feel, just flat. As if it were something he’d come to accept. 

“I’m gonna smash your fuckin head against a wall, idiot.” Billy rolled his eyes. “Look. You’re not just the fuckin sidekick. You’re probably one of few actual friends I’ve got here. This is for your own good, man.” Billy’s Camaro pulls to a stop behind a red Mustang fastback that Tommy’s seen around the Hawkins High parking lot a time or two but never really bothered to pay attention to. When he caught sight of the license plate, he snickered to himself and nudged Billy, nodding to it. “TOOFAST, huh?”

Billy rolled his eyes. “Please. It’s Ford. The only thing it’s too much of is a pain in the ass when it breaks down on the side of the road. Ya know,” he rubs his chin and chuckles, “The driver’s this real cute little thing. Shy as hell, man. Her brother gave her the car.”

Billy could have told him that the driver in question was the same girl that had him stopping midsentence when he popped into the class BIlly just happened to have with her, but Billy wasn't about to do that, oh no. Where was the fun in doing that?

Tommy’s brow quirked. “A girl drives that.”

“Mhm. Like a little old lady out for Sunday brunch, but she drives it.” Billy laughs from the front step of Tina’s house as he looks back at Tommy who is still admiring the car. Tommy shrugs. “Not bad.. For a Ford, I mean. It’s red.”

Inside the crowded house party, you dangled your keys in your hands while nursing a heavily spiked cup of punch and somehow, wishing it was stronger. Parties were not your thing. People -especially the viper pit known as the cool kids at Hawkins High, were even less your thing. You only tolerated Hargrove because he wasn’t fake like the rest of the ‘cool kids’. And he knew your older brother, so you kind of had to tolerate him at this point. And maybe at some point, tolerance turned to an odd sort of friendship, and that odd friendship was the reason you were even here tonight. Sneaking out to a party which was not something you'd normally do. Neither was drinking but.. It was taking the edge off.

It was Billy’s idea to talk you into coming out to this alcohol fuelled open grope fest.

But you were annoyed. It was too loud. Too cramped. Just too much.

And Billy, the asshole responsible for talking you into sneaking out tonight, well.. He was running late as usual.

“Five more minutes. If he’s not here in five more minutes, I’m out.” you say it to yourself as you slam back the contents of the red plastic cup in your hand. You make your way into the kitchen. There are a few people in there but not as many as the living room or out back where the keg is set up, waiting to be tapped.

Madonna gives way to Ballroom Blitz and you bounce around on your feet a little, grinning.

 At least this isn’t more of that shitty pop music Tina and Carol have been playing on a heavy rotation all night. At least it’s… something.

You’re swaying your hips to the music as you dance around the kitchen, opening cabinets and just being nosey overall. When your eyes light on the bottle of vodka, you raise a hand and giggle. “This oughta numb the stupidity my eyes are beholden right now.” you muse as you scramble up onto the counter and grab for the bottle.

You’ve just uncapped it and taken a huge sip when your best friend Layla wanders in and gapes. Not only are you at Tina’s stupid party, you’re drinking vodka straight from the bottle. She nods to the bottle in your hand. “Pace yourself, lightweight.”

“Oh my god, fuck off, Lay.” you laugh a little. Your eyes flit around, taking in the drunken mass of teenagers at varying stages of drink or fuck. All that’s missing is a brawl. And you laugh as soon as that thought comes because with Billy supposedly coming out tonight, that’s a very real possibility.

“Is he here?”

“Who?” you answer, taking another sip. The burn of the vodka is starting to lessen. It’s starting to go down a lot smoother now.

This probably should’ve been your warning to stop but sadly, it won’t be.

“Billy! You’re the one who’s friends with him, God knows how that one got started..” Layla has that dreamy look. The one she always gets right before she does something so stupid it’s almost incomprehensible. It usually ends with her, crying in her room -or yours, while she talks about boys being dogs and insisting they don’t want anything but sex.

“Hey!” you pout and you find yourself glancing around. Billy isn’t here. But to be fair, Billy isn’t exactly the person you’re looking for right now, either. No, the guy you’re looking for is Tommy Hagan and the fact that you can’t seem to stop yourself from searching for him in a crowd frustrates you to no end.

Layla’s still going on and on about how neat it must be to be partially in-crowd when you zone back into the present and out of your daze. You laugh hysterically because it’s just not true. 

They’re royalty -supposedly, and you’re just.. Not.

You’re the quiet one. The awkward one. The girl who doesn’t really do well with others. People always assume you’re a sweetheart -and you are, but.. This comes with the nifty little annoyance that they also feel like they can just plow right over anything you say or any boundaries you set. And if it weren’t so damned hard to just speak up, to just let yourself get good and angry like you want to sometimes, if you had the spine to stand up for yourself, they’d find out real quick that you’re not the girl to mess with.

“Oh my god, did you see who Carol is here with?” Layla finally changes the subject. At the mention of Carol Perkins, you roll your eyes. “Nope.” the p lingers as you say it. Calmly raising the bottle of vodka to your lips to take another long pull. “Don’t really care, either.”

“Ben! She’s here with Ben.”

“So?” you shrug. It did sting a little, knowing the queen bitch of Hawkins High was at Tina’s Halloween party with your latest ex, the one who dumped you because you were “too boring.” Which was bullshit, it was guy code for “won’t just crawl into my backseat willingly.”. 

But then the stray thought crept in. Tit for tat.

You are real quick to shove this out. As if Tommy Hagan, with beautiful eyes and goofy smile -and admittedly, not a working brain cell in his head, bless his heart, and those goddamn freckles and that fucking dry sense of humor.. As if Tommy Hagan would ever look twice at you.

“So? You’re not upset?”

“She can fuckin have him, honestly.” you shrug and laugh as you take another sip, “And he can take a flying fuck on a rolling donut.” your words slur just a little and at the two times you say fuck in the same sentence, Layla glances from you to the bottle in your hand and she just laughs.

“Hey… Let’s get Isla and Dot… Maybe we can play a little Kill,Fuck,Marry or somethin.. Maybe make this bullshit party at least a little fun for us, the peasants.”

You shrug.

On cue, Isla rushes in and she’s all laughter and trying to grab you both to kiss your cheeks. She absolutely reeks of alcohol and she’s probably a good two of three sheets to the wind. Dot wanders in behind her, a cup of punch raised to her lips.

“Did you see who your ex is here with? He downgraded, girl. He downgraded so bad.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head no while shrugging. “Layla already told me and honestly, I don’t fucking care. Ben can go fuck himself.”

Dot blinks. Then she sees the bottle in your hand and she giggles. “Oh.” she laughs out. “Oh… so you’re actually letting the sassy side out to play tonight, hm? This can be fun.”

“Or it’ll be a complete fucking disaster, either way. I’m here. So.. are we playin or not?” you hop up to sit on the counter. There’s a radio sitting beside you and mostly to combat the pop bullshit in the living room, you turn it on and flip through the stations until you find your preferred one. 

After a little tuning -and a giggly smack to the back of the radio, Steveie Nicks  just barely picks up and you hum along with Dreams as you work the heeled boot off of one of your feet with the other. It’s just now that Isla seems to notice your lack of a costume.

“This is a costume party. I thought you were the living embodiment of spooky, bitch?”

You shrug. And with a roll of your eyes, you brandish the stupid cat headband you’d picked up last minute at the general store in town. “I wasn’t planning on coming here but somebody insisted.” you drawl out, laughing. “And then, naturally, the asshole is late.”

Isla and Dot share a look and Layla fills them in. “Billy.”

Their eyes light up and you roll your eyes. “Oh no. Nope. Absolutely fuckin not, alright? Look. he’s my friend and all but I can tell you with absolute certainty that he is… Not lookin.”

They all pout in unison. Layla slips up onto the kitchen island to sit and Isla hops up onto the counter next to you. Dot grabs a dining chair and drags it over, turning it so the back of the chair is pushing up her tits because of course she is, she’s also wearing a low cut pirate dress.

“Okay, when we left off last weekend in Kasey’s treehouse, it was your turn.” Layla smirks at you as she makes grabby hands at the bottle of vodka. You take a few sips and grimace. The burn is dull, but every other sip or two it sneaks back around to surprise you. You can feel it working, you’re lightheaded. Lightheaded and you can’t stop laughing.

Or saying wildly inappropriate things, as you’re just about to find out.

“Okay,” Layla is glancing at you with a wicked gleam in her eyes, “Kill, Fuck Marry… Steve Harrington, Ben or…” she glances around and rubs her chin thoughtfully as her eyes settle on someone just outside the room. “Tommy Hagan.”

You scowl and flip her off, laughing.

“Oh god.. Ben’s dead. And I’m reversing the damn car to make sure he doesn’t come back. Steve is.. Out entirely because honestly, he’s so…” you rub the bridge of your nose as you try to think of a word to fit the way you feel, your eyes brightening when you come up with the perfect one, “over-rated. Yeah.. yeah, that’s the word I’m lookin for.”

“You can’t–” Isla and Dot are about to argue that you can’t place one person into two categories but Layla shushes them. You don’t notice it, you’re swinging your bare legs against the cabinet below the counter you sit atop as you stare at the red polish on your toes, but Layla nods to Tommy, who just happens to be standing right outside the kitchen with an almost comical look of shock and awe on his face, at least a little invested with this little game of hypotheticals.

After all, how can he not be? His name was mentioned.

He’s hanging around because his name is the only one left. And the realization that this means for once, he’s been chosen.. Noticed.

And the fact that it’s you, well..

The poor guy is struggling heavily inside himself right now. But he’s listening because he just needs to hear you say it. There has to be a reason.

“We’re waiting.” Layla clears her throat.

You shotgun a generous sip from the bottle in your hand and pass it to Isla when she nudges you and nods to it. You burp and then you laugh, a snort coming that makes your three friends double over.

“Wait, whoa.. Let me get this right.. You can pick between Steve Harrington and Tommy Hagan and you’re picking.. Him..” Isla wrinkles her nose as it sinks in. “Okay, I’ll bite. Why?” she hands the bottle back to you. Dot reaches for it and you lean out and nearly faceplant the damned kitchen floor in the process and you would have if Isla hadn’t grabbed you by the arm to pull you back. You’re laughing as you lean your head back against the cabinet behind you. “Y-you asked for it.”

“Well?” Layla taps her wrist and she’s barely hiding a smirk. Tommy is frozen in the doorway, watching you like a hawk. Like it’s the first time he’s ever seen you before and he’s absolutely fucking… smitten. And Layla knows he’s standing there, she could easily tell you he’s standing there but honestly, she’s figured out a long time ago that you might or might not have just the teeniest crush on the guy. And she knows you’ll never say it without a little push. And a lot of liquid courage.

“Ugh, fiiine.” you raise the bottle to your lips. When the radio at your side starts playing Careless Whisper, you glare at it and flip it off. “Ew, fuck.” you grumble.

You’re stalling, of course.

“First of all,” you speak up after things have settled down a little. “Carol Perkins was fuckin lucky to have him, okay? Lucky. All the shit he put up with outta her and he protected her and stood up for her? Marriage material, bitches. Like seriously, just ugh…. Watching him stand up to somebody for her used to get me so damn hot. He deserves better, y’know. I mean, shiiiit.. Anybody is better than Carol no tits to speak of  Perkins…” you turn the cat ears over in your hand thoughtfully. Then after a second or two, you slip it onto your head. Crooked, but of course it is.

You’re laughing again, that same dreamlike look on your own face that you were taunting Layla for when it came to Billy Hargrove earlier. You sigh. “As far as the fuck verdict. Listen, if I’m going to..” you’re hiccupping and as you do it, you frown at yourself and a hand raises to your lips as if to stop the soft sounds. You’re not a drinker, not by any stretch.

Outside the kitchen, Billy’s noticed Tommy lingering. Watching you. He smirks to himself. He’d known it the second he got to know you somehow. Tommy Hagan would absolutely eat up the whole cute and quiet little thing you normally have going on. And when he got to really know you and realized that you have this sass, this fire that you keep hidden… Oh god.

It was the whole reason he dragged Tommy out to this party. Well, that and the fact that Tommy had to come into the class you have with Billy earlier in the afternoon before he asked you to come and when Tommy walked in, Billy couldn’t help but notice the goofy little smile. Or the way you were flushed and flustered to a point where you dropped your pen at least three damn times while staring and trying to make it seem as if you weren’t.

Oh and, he’d also noticed Tommy doing his own fair bit of sharing when you weren’t looking, when you had your nose buried in the magazine you’d stashed inside your textbook while you pretended to pay attention.

This needed to happen.

So when he hears the topic being discussed, he can’t help but chuckle and nudge Tommy. “I’m gonna go make my rounds, Hagan. Kegstands later, right?”

Tommy nods.

Fixes his focus back on you. Waiting. His heart is beating so loud he can feel and hear it in his ears.

And inside the kitchen, you speak up, digging the hole for yourself even deeper when you do it.

“Have you seen his hands? Y’know what they say about a boy with big hands or big feet…” you’re especially giggly at the thought, your skin burning hot all over, but you’re only going to keep talking. Keep digging yourself down deeper into a hole you don’t even realize you’re digging yourself currently. “All I’m saying is if I’m actually going to give up my virginity, I wanna be with somebody who knows what the fuck he’s doing. I just.. Look, you three can stop fuckin lookin at me like that, “ you pout, your voice a soft and lazy drawl because the combination of the alcohol coursing your system at the moment and just the… Thought.. Of the things you’d let Tommy Hagan do to you that you’ve kept hidden all this time, well.

You’re in a daze.

“I’m not like you, damn it. I can’t just hop in a backseat and just get it over with. I kinda..” you’re fidgeting with the sleeve of the flannel shirt you were wearing over the thin little dress you’d thrown on to wear for the night, “I want it to mean something and like.. I’ve liked him forever now, oh my god. The short answer here is Tommy fucking Hagan can absolutely wreck me, alright? Just.. yes.. Yes..” 

“Wait..” Isla gazes at you. “Was he?” she trails off, shaking her head. A little stunned because for some strange reason, she’d had the feeling it was somebody else entirely. 

Dot laughs and asks quietly, “So the guy you wrote all that stuff about for creative writing. The little shorts and the poems that had the goddamn teacher so flushed she couldn’t even read it out loud like she said she planned on doing to all of us last year…” Dot swings her feet and reaches out for the bottle as The Chain comes on the radio and you start to sing along, sighing as you shrug. “Yeah. They were about him, alright? Don’t start your shit with me, damn it. I know it’s stupid and I know I’m a sap. I don’t care.” you take the bottle back from Dot, leaning out too far again and laughing about it through a wild mess of hair as it swings down in front of you, your palms flat against the countertop to catch yourself.

When you sit back up and at least make an attempt to do something with your hair and the headband, you’re still hiccupping, laughing and your hand raises to your mouth.

“She’s soooo fucking drunk right now.” Layla laughs when she says it, giving you a little grimace.

“Girl? Are you gonna be okay?” Dot asks, snickering quietly.

“Oh sweetie.” Isla winces as she thinks about the headache you’re going to have in the morning and slips an arm around your shoulders to pull you into her side, “Your hair is gonna hurt. That’s how bad your hangover is gonna be.”

Your eyes widen, you’re starting to realize that you are well beyond the level of tipsy you set out for and you are now blitzed. Blitzed as in you’re suddenly not entirely sure if you’re walking out of the party later or you’ll wind up finding some way to con your older brother’s best friend Billy to carry you.

Layla clears her throat. “I’m going for a smoke.”

“Me too.” Dot and Isla chorus. You almost say you’ll go too because shit, why not… you’re trying out the drinking and the stupid cliche house party, the sneaking out of your house bullshit that nearly got your ass broken when you underestimated exactly how much weight the trellis by your window could hold safely.

You almost go bopping right outside with your three best friends, but.. You’re not about to try to get off the counter and fall straight down to the floor and kiss the tiles.

“The floor is lava?” you question, palming your face and leaning your head back against the cabinet behind it as Layla, Dot and Isla leave the room. When the local pop station starts to dominate the airwaves and your chosen channel is nothing but a faint ghost in the background, you scowl at the radio and reach out, snatching the cord from the plug in.

Billy makes his way in. His brow raised at you. “Are you drunk right now, pint size?” he’s barely hiding laughter in the teasing accusatory tone he takes. You’re laughing to yourself and you hold a finger up to your lips. “Shhhhhhhhh!” you look around as if any second, somebody will pop out and you’ll be in trouble for drinking.

Billy plugs the radio back in but you glare at him. You shake your head. “Too loud.”

He chuckles to himself. “Why are you sitting on the counter when there are chairs, hm?”

“The floor is lava. It’s lava, Billy.”

“The floor is lava.” Billy’s trying not to howl in laughter and in effort to hold back, he’s nearly shaking.

Sweet Caroline comes on the radio and if Billy only suspected you were totally off the tits drunk before, he gets his biggest confirmation when instead of ba ba ba you find it hilarious to yell out fuck fuck fuck.

Loud. Louder than he’s ever heard you be before. And this includes all the times he was present at your place when you’ve chased your older brother down while yelling at him about eating your ice cream or leaving the toilet seat up or using your fancy conditioner because he likes the way it makes his hair soft. Billy wasn’t entirely sure you possessed the  vocal range you’ve just demonstrated until now, truth be told. And that thought has him laughing. Grinning in amusement.

Tommy is going to eat this shit right up. Guy has a bit of a protector kind of bend to him and Billy knows with no doubt that he has to go through with his plan now.

“Jesus christ.” he rubs his forehead. Then he catches sight of the bottle of vodka sitting at your side and he yanks it away. “Give me that shit! No wonder you’re fuckin drunk. How in the hell did you find vodka?”

You reach up and tap the cabinet door while snickering. “Climbed my ass up and got it, duh.” you stick out your tongue.

“I can’t right now, I fucking can’t. I’m gonna.. Let me go find you a babysitter, alright?” Billy gazes at you in concern. You’re one of the few people aside from Tommy he actually considers a friend and given that your older brother is one of the few best friends he has in this pissant little town he’s been plopped into, he feels like it’s kind of his duty to look after you.

It’s a task he’s about to relegate to Hagan’s quietly lurking ass. Because you’ve just gift wrapped yourself with a shiny red bow and suddenly, Billy Hargrove knows exactly how he’ll go about casually nudging you and Tommy Hagan together.

“Hagan! Yo! Tommy! C’mere, man!” Billy’s whistle draws Tommy out of hiding where he’d been sitting in the hallway just replaying your confession over and over again because his brain wouldn’t let him let go of it.

Tommy can’t help but laugh when he sees you, swinging bare feet off the edge of the counter and the cat ears perched on your head are crooked, sagging as if at any second they’ll just fall right off. 

“Yeah?” he finally manages to say something but he can’t stop staring at you and he hasn’t yet.

“Pint size says the floor is lava and she won’t get down, buddy.” Billy nods to your perch on the counter. Tommy drags a hand over his hair. When you hiccup a few times and you start giggling, Tommy feels a smile start to creep to his lips. It’s something he hasn’t really done a lot lately.

“The floor is lava, huh?” Tommy eyes you in concern. Swallowing hard when you’re staring right back at him. Everything you said about him comes rushing back and he tries to pull himself together. But he knows beyond all doubt that tonight only ends one way. He’s determined to get closer to you. Actually get to know you.

Because somehow, he knows that he’s fucked. If he tries to ignore what he knows it’s just going to keep popping up. And hearing you say everything you did earlier, everything he’s always wanted to hear, it’s just… He can’t just let you -or whatever this could turn into, slip through his fingers.

For as mouthy and vocal as you were when it was just you and the girls a few minutes before, you’ve clammed up again. It always happens around him and you feel like maybe it comes out as you being indifferent to him when the truth is, the way he makes you feel overwhelms you most of the time.

You manage a nod though, and Billy clears his throat. “ You’ve got this, right, Hagan?”

Tommy laughs quietly. “Yeah.”

“Awesome. I told some of the guys I’d go pick up some more alcohol. While I”m out I’ll find that one’s brother and let ‘im know he's gotta pick up his car.. Got it?” Billy is firm when he says it but Tommy agrees with no hesitation and then Billy is  gone in the blink of an eye and this leaves you in the kitchen of Tina’s parents house all alone with Tommy.

“C’mere.” Tommy steps closer. Your heart does that stupid lazy little flip. The one you always get annoyed with yourself over when it happens. Your filter is gone right now though, so when he beckons you closer, you lean in. Against him a little because you don’t trust your sense of balance and the room is spinning all around you.

“You’re not a drinker, huh?” Tommy questions.

You shake your head. Laughter bubbling out. You’re not sure what to do with your hands and he’s so fucking close to you that for some odd reason, the idea that comes first is to grab hold of the front of the dingy white tank top he’s wearing and just kind of melt against him. “Too much potato juice.” your voice is muffled and soft and Tommy barely manages to make out what you’ve said but then he spots the half empty bottle of vodka you’ve been slamming most of the night that Billy put out of your reach on the space between the top cabinets and the ceiling and he grimaces.

“Ouch. Yeah, that’ll hurt in the morning, princess.” Tommy’s staring again. First your eyes but then his gaze shifts down. Settles on your lips. They look so fucking soft. And you smell like apples and cinnamon candy, the realization comes when he finally just can’t fucking take it anymore and winds up putting his nose against the top of your head. The tension in the taller boy’s frame just kind of melts away, all the anger and the stress he’s been carrying around because Steve’s awol lately and then Carol decided to abandon ship too, it all just kind of  vanishes.

Your legs wind up around his waist and you breathe in deep. Because he smells like cologne and cigarettes, the cheap beer he’s been nursing all night and for some reason, fresh mown grass. It’s a combination that’s odd and somehow, it’s relaxing. “Oh man,” you hiccup out as you take a deep breath or two, “I-I’m g-gonna be i-in s-serious shit, for sure. Deeeep shit.”

Tommy gingerly grips your chin to make you look up at him. “Yeah?” he questions softly. “Why’s that, hm?”

Your hand goes to your mouth and you giggle. He reaches up to lower your hand and you answer, explaining that not only have you never really been a big drinker, you also snuck out of your parents house tonight to even come to this stupid party. And then Tommy realizes that when Billy tore off earlier it's because Billy had a plan in mind. You tell him that Billy conned him into coming to the stupid party in the first place.

At first, Tommy’s a little jealous. But then he thinks about the whole ‘other fish’ speech in the car on the way over. Billy’s not the most subtle. He kind of hinted around about you at one point, bringing up the fact that he caught you staring when he had to come into the class you’re in with Billy earlier in the day to get something he’d left in Billy’s Camaro.

And it hits him. Billy dragged him out to the party tonight because the shithead was going to play cupid. Or try to. And Tommy’s laughing to himself because it’s in that moment, something clicks  for him further.

Billy, a Camaro driving badass that everybody’s scared shitless to cross.. Billy actually does really consider him a friend. He’s not just a sidekick.

He’s not a sidekick and he was chosen. Noticed by a girl. You didn’t notice Billy or Steve, you noticed him. You wanted him. And Billy actually valued his friendship because Billy tended to keep a distance and not get personally involved in other people’s shit otherwise, he knew Billy Hargrove well enough at this point to know that. And yet, Tommy thinks with a genuine smile, he’s getting involved right now.

The shock of it all fades away and he locks eyes with you. “You wanna come outside with me?”

You nod quietly. “Not s’ sure I’m gonna be the best walker..” you give this cute little sheepish shrug when you say it. He laughs and shrugs too. “I gotcha.” he scoops you up to carry you out the back door and your arms wind up around his neck and you’re laughing because you can’t stop thinking about what you admitted to your friends during your little stupid game earlier.

Parts of you are tempted to just let it all slip out but the other parts of you, the parts of you that know better and know it’ll be a disaster, they override the overwhelming urge, thankfully.

You’re just kind of quiet, kind of content to take what you can get -fully aware that you’ll pretend this went further than it did later on when you’re all alone. The thought elicits a soft purr that tickles this one spot on Tommy’s neck that’s the quickest way to drive him crazy.

He has to tighten his grip because when he hears -and feels, the sound, it’s all he can do not to drop you because it goes straight to his cock. And the inner turmoil grows. Because now, he’s not only dealing with whether to sit on what he’s overheard or bring it up somehow but in addition, he’s dealing with the fact that it’s been quite a dry spell, this is the longest he’s gone without some kind of physical affection, even if it’s just a heated kiss to shut his former girlfriend the hell up.

So every little noise, every little shift your body makes against his, all of it… It’s really driving him crazy right now. He’s real riled up but… He’s determined to behave himself.

This needs time. You’re not in the shape right now and Tommy’s honestly just enjoying the night for what it’s turned into for once. He hasn’t felt this happy in a really long time.

Since 7th grade when Carol just sort of drifted into his life and Steve stood up for him with some asshole in their class who constantly tormented him about any number of things, from his teeth, to his freckles or the way he dressed back then.

He’s forgotten what it feels like and now that he’s being reminded, he just isn’t in a hurry for the feeling to end.

He digs around in the pocket of his jeans to retrieve a lighter and you’re clinging to him. “I’ve gotta be getting heavy to hold.” you gaze at him in concern and Tommy’s brow raises. “Are you kiddin me?”

“Well, I mean..” you laugh softly. “I’m not a feather, y’know.”

“You’re not a cow either, holy shit.” Tommy laughs and the laughter dies away. You don’t feel right clinging to him the way you are or making him hold you so you slip out of his arms. Tommy pouts a little to himself, the pout fading when you compromise by leaning against him. He lights his cigarette and takes a long drag. “Hey..” he nods to a lounge chair on the deck, “C’mon. Let’s get you sitting. Pretty sure everything is spinnin right now, huh?”

You giggle. Hold up your fingers and drawl that it is.

He situates himself in the lounge chair and pulls you down so that you’re sitting between his legs. You lean yourself back against him and before he can stop himself, an arm is slipping around your waist. He tells himself it’s just so your ex boyfriend will fuck off and leave you alone tonight, because he happens to be lurking outside and watching the two of you intently, 

But deep down he knows that isn’t the only reason.

You spot a cluster of stars. And you glance back at him. “I think that’s Cassiopeia.”

Tommy’s blank look prompts an explanation and about halfway through, you feel like maybe you’re boring him to death because you have to be, this isn’t gossip and that’s what he’s used to because he’s one of them, after all. You trail off and go quiet.

Tommy leans into you a little from behind. “What were you gonna say?”

You finish telling him about Cassiopeia and the way she was elevated to the sky along with Cephus and Princess Andromeda as a star but her punishment for boasting came in the form of embarrassment, she was forced to wheel around the North celestial pole and spend half her time clinging to her throne just so she doesn’t fall off.

Tommy chuckles quietly. “There’s uh.. One problem, princess. We’re probably a little too far away from the North celestial Pole for that to be Cassiopeia.” he tries not to but he winds up resting his chin on your shoulder and you laugh softly. “You’re probably right.”

The wind picks up a little and he rubs your arms. “Cold?” he asks the question with a laugh.

“Kinda. But it’s okay.” your teeth are chattering. His jacket winds up around your shoulders and despite telling himself not to do it, he winds up positioning himself even closer so that his chest is pressed completely against his back and both of his legs cage in both of yours on the side. You gulp and when you take a few deep breaths after, they all come out shaky.

You huddle into the jacket over your shoulders for warmth and all you can smell is Tommy. All the little things that make up his scent have you smiling like an idiot. And the warmth of the jacket, you make yourself laugh quietly when you have the thought that he’s an actual human furnace.

Across the patio, Ben is watching. Seething and fuming.

Furious because you barely let him touch you and yet you’re sharing a lounge chair with that idiot Tommy Hagan. Carol notices his attention’s drifted from her and when she happens to glance over to see why, she’s flooded with hurt and jealousy.

And anger because how dare him. He wasn’t supposed to get over her like this. It’s only been a few weeks.

Tommy happens to glance up just in time to catch both Ben and Carol watching you both and he tenses. Grumbles to himself about it quietly but decides right then and there that he’s not worried about either of them. If Ben wants to try something, he’ll start and finish whatever Ben attempts. 

Tommy isn’t the only one whose noticed the latest happy couple of Hawkins High as their gazes burn into the two of you.

“What the hell are no tits and no brains lookin at right now?” you mutter mostly to yourself. Maybe it’s the vodka or something else that leads you to do it, but you stare right back at Carol, sticking out your tongue as you roll your eyes. 

“Take a picture, holy shit.” you grumble and this makes Tommy laugh. Then he remembers that Carol used to tease you a lot when you were all kids. And he cringes at the mental replay because thinking about it now, it’s clear to him that she had to have been doing it because she was jealous, same as when she constantly gave Nancy hell last year when Steve started dating her.

When Tommy catches Ben glaring at him all he does is raise his middle finger. Unlike you, he’s loud. With a razor sharp tongue and sarcasm that knows no bounds. And he’s not afraid to say what’s on his mind.

“Keep lookin over here, Thompson. It’ll be your last fuckin mistake.” Tommy calls out to Ben.

“Have fun with your downgrade, Tommy.” Carol cozies up to Ben and smirks. Tommy is hurt a little, it does sting because you don’t just spend the largest part of your life with somebody and suddenly you can just turn off everything you felt at once, but.. The anger he  feels at her comment overshadows it briefly and he comes to the realization that Carol Perkins has always been this exact brand of miserable bitch.

And he’s starting to see that maybe he was getting tired of the misery and the fighting or the way that the only time they seemed to click was whenever they were making everyone around them miserable too. This leads to his final realization.

While Steve missed his point about Nancy Wheeler entirely, Steve hadn’t been wrong to say some of the shit he said to the two of them the last time they spoke. And he knows it’s gotta be tense for Billy because they were slowly starting to be friends and then the fight happened and the rift started. They’re all on the same basketball team and this rift has definitely caused chaos in the dynamic on the court.

Maybe if he was ready to cut ties and move on, maybe he needed to try. To offer some kind of olive branch to Steve, at least tell the guy he was right, that he had been an asshole.

He decides that he’ll go over to Steve’s in the morning and he’ll try to talk to him. In honor of turning over what he hopes will be a new leaf.

You decide to turn so that you’re facing Tommy and when you do, this causes you to put your legs over his thighs with your feet dangling off the chair. Tommy’s eyes catch on your lips again. He licks his lips and you swallow hard, your eyes following the way his tongue drags over his lips. 

When you blurt it out before you can stop yourself, you want to disappear, melt away through the the patio straight into another dimension never to return.

“You uh.. You have really pretty eyes.” you mumble quietly, your gaze settling on the way your bare legs top Tommy’s jean clad thighs. Tommy swallows hard and chuckles. And there’s this little rush, the slightest lazy flutter in the pit of his stomach.

“You do too.” he answers after taking another drag of the cigarette he’s nearly smoked to the butt end. He flicks the cigarette at a bucket nearby full of glass bottles, ice cream wrappers, other food wrappers and a few other cigarette butts.

Then he turns his attention back to you.

Across the way a little, Ben and Carol are both fuming about their respective losses. Carol smirks to herself as she decides that if she can’t have Tommy some little nobody like you is getting him either. She fully intends to make your life a living hell from Monday onward.

Maybe if she pushes hard enough, you’ll back off and Tommy won’t move on, leaving her behind.

And Ben agrees to go along with it simply because he’s an asshole and he genuinely can’t stand Tommy Hagan.

Billy arrives back at the party with an armload of beer that he dragged your older brother out of bed to get and you cringe when you ask, “So.. uh.. How much trouble am I in?”

“You’re good, pint size.” Billy shrugs and grins.

You raise a brow. Billy laughs. “Relax, woman. Just fucking like.. Enjoy tonight.”

You nod.

Tommy takes one of the cans for himself and gets one of the other guys on their team who’s heading back inside to see if Tina’s still got Sprite or something in the house.

“My girl’s kind of toasted, buddy.” Tommy explains to Eric with a chuckle. Eric gives him a thumbs up and glances from you back to Tommy. “Your girl, huh?” Eric chuckles again. “Sprite. Comin up, man.”

You blink a little but you don’t try to correct Tommy when he says it because deep down, you wish it was true.

Eric comes back out a minute or two later and he tosses the Sprite to Tommy. Tommy pulls the tab and hands it to you. “I don’t think you need to mix vodka with this shit, " he holds up the beer he's drinking and continues, "princess. Hangover’s already gonna be hell tomorrow, I think.”

Billy winces but he laughs. “And I’m going to come over bright and early just to be loud.”

“You, sir, are a dick.” you pout and stick your tongue out at Billy.

Billy shrugs. But he laughs. “Nah.”

You stick out your tongue at him.

Tommy chuckles quietly.

“I’m gonna talk to Harrington tomorrow. Try to clear the air, man. We’ve got that big practice game next week.”

Billy nurses the beer in his hand and nods. “Yep. We all need to be on the same page, Hagan. Guy needs to get his head in the game. So do you. But I think you’re gonna be okay… Right?”

Tommy laughs and nods in agreement.

Billy chuckles. “It’s about damn time, Hagan.” he tosses him another cold one after Tommy’s crushed the can of the one he’s just finished in his hand. “Chug, Hagan.”

Tommy laughs, but he starts to chug down the beer Billy’s just given him.

The party is coming to a quiet conclusion inside. Billy stands and stretches, giving a lazy yawn. “I think this party is dead now.”

“Totally dead.” Tommy agrees and all you do is yawn sleepily and give a thumbs up. Tommy snickers and then his gaze settles on you. Billy speaks up. “Pint size… You comin with us or what?”

“The car.” you start to speak up and remind Billy that you did drive your Mustang to the party tonight, but Billy shakes his head, shutting it down with a shrug.

“Your brother said he’d get it in the morning if there wasn’t a dependable DD to drive it. You realize you’re gonna owe him one though… Right?”

“Yeah.” you grumble about owing your brother one but you’re happy that he’s actually not going to rat you out to your mother because she’d have a small farm if she knew that you not only snuck out tonight to come in the first place, but you were also too drunk to really function for most of the night.

And the lecture you’d get, oh my god.

Tommy stands and this puts you wrapped around him. His arms caged underneath your ass and he’s holding onto you nice and tight so he doesn’t drop you. “I got the back seat, man.”

“Neither of you were gettin shotgun anyway.” Billy states, glancing from Tommy to you as he holds up the half of the case he’s got left. “Where else am I sittin my drinks, hm?”

Tommy laughs. The three of you make your way out to Billy’s Camaro and as it pulls to a stop a few houses down from your house, Tommy slips out and holds out his hand. “C’mon. I’ll help you get in.”

“Y-you don’t have to.”

“I want to though.” he insists. You can only nod and let him grab your hand and pull you out of the backseat. Then you’re being carried again, deposited on the steps by the back door.

Tommy’s hesitant to leave, so he’s lingering. Stepping closer to you as he leans in and one of his hands catches in the hair at the back of your head. Your noses bump clumsily and you both laugh. The kiss is sweet but awkward, your hand gripping the front of his shirt as you raise up onto your toes to close the distance between your mouths. When your brother finally drags himself down to open the door, he chuckles and sizes Tommy up.

As you’re about to disappear into your house, Tommy runs back up.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” he wants to kick himself because he meant to ask you if you wanted to do something the next day. Not tell you he’d see you. “Fuck.” he grumbles, annoyed with himself. “I meant to ask if you wanted to go to the Hawk with me tomorrow night. That uh.. The Terminator is playing, I think.” and again, he wants to kick himself because this is not something he’s used to at all. He laughs. “Or we can see something different.”

You giggle. Raise up to tiptoe to brush your lips against his as you place your hand against his shirt. “The Terminator is fine… Rambo.” you give him a little wink before vanishing into your parents house because you just can’t resist the urge.

Tommy grins like an idiot and as he bolts back down to Billy’s idling Camaro, he pumps his fist in victory.

Billy’s laughing as he watches Tommy race towards him. The Camaro speeds off and Billy smirks when he glances over at Tommy out of the corner of his eye as he drives away and casually repeats what he told him hours ago when they were sitting at the curb outside Tina’s party. “I told you, man. Plenty of other fish in the sea.”

Tommy chuckles. “Yeah, okay. Yeah you did.”

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TAKING A SHOWER WITH RIIZE

• PAIRING — bf!riize x fem!reader

• GENRE — established relationship, fluff, suggestive

• WORD COUNT — 610

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — just a little thought i had,, and immediately came to write it down

• TAGLIST — @starryriize , @cake1box , @babigriin , @soul-is-a-strange-kid , @riizeaus , @mxlly143 , @yeosayang , @lecheugo (welcome!) @yuniniverse • CREDIT — @starryriize for sohee and sungchan, tyy <3

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SHOTARO ☆

hes just a smiley little fella

Uses this time to talk about your day, maybe even sliding in a few pick up lines to make you laugh

Defo hugs you in the shower

Like one second youre chatting and scrubbing and then his arms are around your waist and his chin on your neck, offering you another smile

Just loves it when hes hugging you and the water is raining on yall.. just feels so much comfort ♡

EUNSEOK ☆

Two words come in mind and two only

Pretty. Girl.

Like i feel hes not that big on pet names, like hed just call you by your name or like half of it but as soon as your under the water thats all he can think of. Pretty. Girl.

Lowkey gets hard and doesnt even bother hiding it. Bc 1. How youre like right there?? And 2. He wants you to know the affect you have on him

You just like a little spicy treat 🥰 and he will eat you. But where?? In the shower.. in bed.. against the mirror.. even on the floor idk man bros kinda desperate 🤷‍♀️ ♡

SUNGCHAN ☆

Hes so cocky about it

Like he knows how much you like his muscles and hes just flexing atp.. but like gently??

Like usually hed tease you for it but when showering hes just like "oh baby, you like that? Go on, touch me baby."

And best believe hes gonna use every excuse to touch you, supposed to washing your hair but his hands magically appear at your breasts like???

And also best believe that youre not only wet from the shower.. but also him ♡

WONBIN ☆

I think this is inspired by that wonbin thought i wrote a while ago, but i feel like showering together is only when one had a long, tiring day and needs to melt with their loved one

So yeah, i feel like since wonbin has such a busy schedule, he'd just come home and drag you to the bathroom

If youre tired he will defo wash you. Like without a doubt

If hes tired he will still try to wash you, but melts when you do it instead

Im talking about looking down at you with his big doe eyes, a lazy smiling creeping on his lips as hes just so lucky to have you ♡

SEUNGHAN ☆

Will you any and every excuse in the world to get you to come with him

"But you wont accompany your lovely, cutie, handsome, prett-" "seunghan, im coming if you stop."

Feel like hes another hugger, just happy to have some warm water raining down on him and his loved one

Loves loves loves washing your hair!!

And has this little smile on his face, his eyes closed when you do it to him, hes just about to melt the cutie :((( ♡

SOHEE ☆

Okay so i wrote anton first and then realized how similar they are so just bare with me 😭✋

so yes yes suppa shy and hes looking at you like 🤤🥴

But hes more horny??? And kinda pervy??

Like noticable is hard but tries to play it off and its like how?? I can see you my boy 🤨

Please touch him. He defo wont whimper i promise <3 ♡

ANTON ☆

So so so shy and for what?

Like youve been together for a while, seen every part of each other, took showers like three times yet hes still like "dont look at me!" In a tiny voice

And although he doesnt want you to look at him, he sureee is looking at you

Bc zamn... like wowow the curves.. hes gonna drool

But gets red when you catch him ♡

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𝘐 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘔𝘺 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘕𝘦𝘢𝘵 // 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳

Summary: Dean Winchester is a hardened man. While he would love to, he can’t maintain a proper relationship due to his line of work. With how much of a sweetheart you are, Dean finds it almost impossible to keep you at an arm’s distance.

Warnings: implied age gap but it's not fully mentioned (reader is 27, Dean is 40 in this if ur curious), moderate angst, AQUAPHOBIA WARNING (almost-drowning), witches, canon-typical violence, Dean saves you hehe, fluff, lowkey grumpy x sunshine, Dean is in denial and thinks you deserve better than him, self-hatred, guilt on Dean’s part, you’re both into each other but he’s so scared of hurting you, Southern!Reader bc i said so hehehe, Dean is YEARNING

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Word Count: 1462

Dean would never consider himself soft. Sure, he was good with kids, but only because he basically had to raise Sam by himself. Those experiences in his own childhood slipped from his hands like sand in an hourglass, and that little ball of softness went right with it. 

Until one case in Louisiana, when it practically fell right into his arms. 

He and Sam had been there tracking a coven of witches in New Orleans, like something straight out of American Horror Story. Based on the news reports, the victims were all friends or family of one of the suspected witches– likely her initiation into the group, to prove she was worthy. A young girl had gotten caught in the crossfire, simply because she was roommates with one of them, and accidentally led the Winchesters right to the coven. 

He’d seen you right before they began the real hunt, having gone back to your house for a final round of questioning. Truthfully, he’d gone by to flirt his way into checking the house for any hex bags, but your witchy roommate was good about keeping it out of her living space. When he didn’t find anything, he couldn’t seem to deny your offer for a cup of coffee, while you did your best to inquire about the case. 

“Why do you think Rebecca is involved?” You asked, somewhat nervously. 

You sat across from Dean as he sat on the couch, cross-legged in a papasan chair, one hand tapping your thigh nervously and the other holding your floral patterned mug. 

“We’re just trying to rule her out as a suspect, Ma’am. As soon as we do that, the sooner we can get to figuring out what’s been happening around here.” He had reassured you. “Are you sure you haven’t been noticing any irregularities in her routine?” 

“We have each other on some tracking app, just to be safe, y’know? She tells me that she leaves her job at 7:30 every Thursday, which is a fifteen minute drive from here. Rebecca would always tell me when she should be home, just in case anything happened,” You sighed. 

Dean’s eyebrows raised as he waited patiently for you to continue. 

“About three months ago, she just kinda’ stopped doin’ it. She’s been going out a lot more than normal, with a big group of girls– met ‘em at work, she said.” “Do you know where they’ve been going?” 

“Mostly just to clubs around town. I checked one day because she hadn’t been home all night and I was worried. Her last location was some place near Lake Pontchartrain, a few miles deep into the woods. I tried finding it online, but nothing turned up. Rebecca hates being outside, she hates camping and all that stuff, so there’s no reason for her to be there.” 

“Do you happen to have an exact location?” 

Your head shook. “It’s a big area, not a lot of cell towers.” 

Dean leaned forward and took your hand, which had still been tapping against your leg. “I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me, Sweetheart.” The next night, a Thursday, Sam and Dean had tracked the coven down to some ritual spot in the middle of the forest. It didn’t take them long, considering that half a mile out, they could hear terrified cries for help. 

They found you, tied to a tree and begging for your life as the witches teased and taunted you– even the girl who you told them you considered your best friend. 

“You know, Y/N, you’re just too sweet sometimes. You even let an entire coven slip under your nose, because you couldn’t think for a second that your best friend would ever hurt you.” Rebecca sneered, kneeling in front of you and tracing the swell of your cheek with a knife.

“Please, Becca, don't hurt me, I won’t tell anyone!” You cried, tugging against the ropes that cut into your wrists. 

Dean was ready to jump out and kill her right then, but Sam’s arm across his chest kept him at bay. For now. “Don’t hurt me! Please, spare me. Killing you is the key to getting everything I’ve ever wanted! You’re the one who kept telling me to do what I wanted for once!” Dean watched as the large bonfire cast an orange glow over your terrified features, and his chest ached that he couldn’t quell that fear. It made him think back to Lisa, how much he cared for her. Only after a week, wasDean absolutely enamored with you. 

It didn’t take long for the brothers to swing into action, killing the witches with surprising ease. They were plenty in number, but their skill couldn’t rival the brothers’ experience. 

As Sam cut your ropes, Dean was chasing after Rebecca as she chanted out a string of Latin. By the time he killed her, the damage had been done and you were writhing on the forest floor, water coming out of your mouth like there was a well in your lungs. 

You collapsed into Dean’s arms, grasping at your throat as your eyes watered, chest heaving through the pain. 

“Find the fucking bag!” Dean yelled, maneuvering you on your knees, face pointed at the ground as you drowned in open air. Sam dropped to the ground, fumbling through piles of leaves and dirt to find the offending item. In the scramble, the hex bag was kicked near the fire, causing Dean to yank his gun out and shoot it, breaking the spell. 

You gasped for breath like a fish out of water as you coughed up the last of the water wheezing and panicking from the fear. “It's okay, you’re safe.” Dean comforted, holding you to his chest as your body was wracked with sobs.

“I’ve got you, Sweetheart.” 

When they were leaving town, Dean made one last stop to visit you in the hospital where you were recovering. 

“How are you feelin’, Sweetheart?” He asked, sitting next to your hospital bed. The doctors had decided to keep you for observation for a few days, citing potential damage to your lungs. 

“Like hell,” You said with a grin. “Y’all headin’ off?” 

Dean nodded. “Gotta head back home. Do you have anywhere you’re planning on going once you’re out of this dump?” 

“Not really. I don’t have any family I’m close to, so nobody to couch-surf with. I’m definitely leavin’, though. ‘M not quite sure where I’ll end up.” 

He could hear the tinge of sadness in your voice. He knew what it was like to not have a family, a place to call home. He knew it all too well. 

“Come with us.” 

The rest was history. 

Dean couldn’t help but think back to that day often. How lucky he was to have saved at least one life that day. Your life. 

He often felt dirty. You were a bright young girl, who could’ve had a great future, had you not been caught up in the mess of their lives. Not once did you ever complain, going with the flow and learning what you could to help them. You were so selfless, almost to a fault; you put up with his temper, his yelling, and when he was feeling particularly annoying. You helped clean his wounds when he was hurt, and when he was once sick, you made him tomato and rice soup, that tasted just like what Mary would make when he still held his innocence. 

Dean took his whiskey neat, while you stuck to those same girly cocktails that Sam swore he didn't like.

You were too good to be tarnished by the likes of Dean Winchester. 

Dean would always be an eternally bitter man who was constantly angry at something. He rose early due to incessant nightmares, drinking black coffee at three in the morning to stave off his near constant exhaustion. When those nightmares were about you, as they often were, nowadays, he would poke his head in your bedroom just a few doors down, his heart rate calming at how soft you looked, wrapped up in your blankets and a small light on your desk casting a warm light around the room. 

Your skin would always glow under the light, illuminating your features and the curve of your nose, how your hair fell into your face and how you would let out a wistful sigh every so often. 

You were such a stark contrast to the man who stood in your doorway almost every night. If Dean was marble, you were a flower that could be crushed under it. He was the knife, you were the sacrificial lamb. No matter what universe, Dean would ultimately be your demise, just like everyone else in his life. 

As he would gently close the door, he would take one last look at you and whisper one sentence. 

“You’re too sweet for me.”

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scouring your blog for more characterisation on lando/oscar dynamic.... the not correcting mispronunciations blew my mind wide open. do you have any other wise takes

hello anon :3 pretty sure i've mentioned all of this in some capacity b4 and much has been covered in depth by greater scholars than myself but here are some 814 charactization quirks i'm fond of ↓

oscar resignedly accepting his own attraction to lando but choosing not to act on it because well..... it is what it is. in his mind being 4 tenths off his teammate is a more immediately pressing matter than lando fake moaning from an icebath 2 feet away [clenched fists]

lando subtly looking out for oscar, especially march-may of last year because he distinctly remembers his own rookie season (see: the "it's a lot, isn't it" exchange in the melbourne unboxed, giving oscar endless opportunities to redeem himself in challenges etc). i think part of it was him not knowing how much of oscar's quietness was a factor of the explosive feeder series to f1 jump and how much is his actual personality but wanting him to feel comfortable either way. also just lando being endlessly curious about this guy who is just a guy... because oscar is lowkey a lot funnier (to lando) than the general public's flat/boring diagnosis gives him credit for

a sort of blase level of comfort and wordless communication (see: virgin radio with zak brown) and also in general communicating via just. noises (the yes/no challenge is an esp egregious example of this like why are u bleating at each other. nvm) to borrow an oscar term here: they're low-frequency! bc while lando has a tendency to match the energy of whoever he's with (vs oscar who's pretty much always the same lol) imo at their core 814 are both different flavours of introverts so when they're together it's just kinda. chill

oscar being deeply tolerant of all of lando's idiosyncrasies and even assimilating to his rhythm... eating the same pre-race meal as lando/changing his answer's to match lando's in the who's most likely to vid/listening to lando's music through their shared wall/"are you ready oscar piastri" "i'm ready lando norris"... insanity

a measurable give and take because as indulgent as oscar can be he will rib lando and give him if not a hard time certainly A Time. basically oscar having a spine... but also bending to lando's whims... it's a fine balance

rating each other as drivers...... sure oscar is a well-socialized young man who can (occasionally) pretend net competence has a lot of moving parts and lando genuinely likes a lot of people he doesn't rate (real) but when it boils down to it the fact that they both think v highly of the others' skill as drivers (oscar constantly calling lando one of the quickest guys on the grid, lando saying his recent run of form is in part due to oscar being good enough in his own right to push him, "i mean, he already is") adds a whole new layer of intrigue. bc even when they get along there's that undercurrent of caution/what's he gonna do next/etc and who kneowsss how this aspect of their relationahip is going to evolve over the next three (3!!!) years together as teammates but i for one can't wait to watch :')

they barely (if ever) touch. compelling 2 Me

#sorry if none of this makes sense i typed it on my phone half-delirious waiting for the train #landoscar #when writing fic i try not to overthink characterization choices and just go w what instinctively feels right #but imo there's merit to having it all consolidated in one place for a refresher should i need it so thank u for this ask <33 #ln4 #op81 #answered

[leclerced]

Maneater au where oscar is just like her little trophy boyfriend.

Theres an even she was invited to? Oscar is on her arm. Theres an annoying ass photoshoot at six am? Oscar is sitting there with an energy drink watching her get all her pretty pictures. She wins a race? Oscar is waiting and watching her from under/is on the podium with her.

He’d honestly just be so happy to be there for her. She can do literally no wrong in his eyes. She shunts into someone in turn one knocking both cars out because they said something bad about him? He’s instantly like “Oh baby, you did so good and im so proud of you. Lets get takeout and watch your favorite movie” and if they happen to have dirty nasty sex on the couch while the movies still playing he’d never complain.

-🥰

(lmao yeah the 😍 emoji is lowkey scary)

he’s her trophy boyfriend!!! he goes everywhere with her and you bet she’s the one dressing him for any event they go to. i can imagine lewis noticing he’s dressing well and complimenting him and he’s like haha yeah my gf dresses me! kinda sheepish because he feels silly when he tells people but she deserves all the credit. she loves doing it and he knows he looks good bc of everyones compliments, so he doesn’t really mind. then suddenly his girlfriend is besties with lewis hamilton bc they bond over fashion. the three of them go to fashion shows that lewis and his gf get invited to and he’s tagging along, mostly clueless, while they chat up designers and models and even though he’s surrounded by gorgeous people, he’s just in awe of his girlfriend and how good she looks in the vintage or custom designer. there are memes, like gigi hadid is on the runway and gf and lewis are watching gigi, but oscar’s watching his gf like she’s the one on the runway.

them getting a podium is everyone’s favorite thing bc they shower each other with champagne and its always weirdly erotic plus there’s one time they make out after she gets her first win. he pours his champagne into her mouth and momentarily forgets they’re on live tv and have a massive crowd watching them. he's taken aback by how hot she looks as she swallows the champagne and then licks her lips and he pulls her down for a kiss on their podium steps. everyone is screaming and cheering, the third person on the podium is still spraying them with champagne and it’s like a vmas best kiss. iconic.

he’s so obsessed with her she can do no wrong. and she’s so protective over him when she sees a mclaren on the side of the track she’s radioing in like “did someone hit my bf??” as if she’s gonna take them out in revenge if someone did. if someone really did, then as soon as she’s out of her car she’s seeking oscar out to make sure he’s okay, holding back her anger until she knows he’s safe. after the first time he learns to hold her in place after she hugs him because her second stop after checking on him is whoever crashed him out, to yell at them and ask them what the fuck is wrong with them. he thinks its cute how protective she is over him, but not everyone finds it so endearing. he’d calm her down and convince her to just leave with him after their media duties and she promises she won’t do anything.

but then she sees them during her interview and she’s calling them out like, “hey! did you apologize to my boyfriend yet? no? go fucking apologize!” they immediately find him and apologize and then tweet an apology publicly bc she scares them. once they’re back in their hotel room and cozied up for a movie, she’d crawl onto his lap and start telling him how glad she is that he wasn’t hurt at all, but she needs to double check and make sure the doctors didn’t miss any bruises. he thinks she’s serious until she takes his shirt off and starts kissing his chest.

#ask #maneater au #🥰 anon

[adoremexxs]

My Modern Demon Slayer Au

This is mainly with the demons but I will be covering the Hashira! Enjoy!

Warnings: major beef, fighting, mentions of smoking, od, just random headcanons ngl

The Hantengu clones are brothers in this.

The oldest is Sekido, Karaku, Aizetsu and then Urogi is the youngest. Zohakuten is the youngest out of all of them.

They all are in highschool besides Zohakuten who is in 8th grade.

Sekido and them are all juniors.

Their friend group consists of Muzan, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Gyokko, Gyutaro, Hairo (Lower Moon 2 in Rengoku’s gaiden), Kaigaku and sometimes even Yoriichi. Yoriichi hates Muzan though and is only around if Muzan is gone.

Which he usually is.

They usually don’t all hang out together.

Karaku and Douma and Urogi all hang out together.

Douma and Karaku are known as the biggest man whores in the school.

Urogi just likes hanging out with them because they drink and get high together.

Douma is in the drama club and doesn’t play any sports besides basketball.

Urogi plays basketball, soccer and wrestling.

Urogi is friends with Inosuke. They both love goofing off and raising havoc together.

Douma has been trying to date Shinobu for all of his high school years.

She hates him.

Their friend groups have major beef.

Kyojuro’s dad, Shinjuro, is the football and wrestling coach. He is basically the coach of everything there is.

Kyojuro apparently had stalker tendencies so Urogi and Karaku make fun of him.

Karaku and Mitsuri were a thing at some point but Karaku just used her basically but Mitsuri was lowkey fine with it on the downlow yk

Mitsuri ain’t complaining bc she lowkey used Karaku too but it’s whatever

Kyojuro and Tengen jumped him for it and Karaku did what he did to Sekido and broke a wine bottle over their heads (they jumped him at a party)

Kyojuro and Tengen and the Hantengu Brothers all have major beef

They all talk bad about each other

Urogi and Karaku play pranks on everyone.

Sometimes they get Gyutaro to join them.

They threw Tengen in the lake near by while he was sleeping.

Tengen is a really deep sleeper.

Also ended up almost drowning in the lake because he rolled off the mattress into the water.

Sanemi hates them all and refuses to even talk or deal with their friend group.

Giyuu and Aizetsu are besties.

They frequently hang out and Aizetsu talks shit on his annoying brothers.

Genya and Aizetsu are also friends. Urogi kinda introduced Inosuke’s friend group to them.

Kyojuro, Tengen and Sanemi weren’t happy about it because they think that “demon friend group” is a load of trash.

Kokushibo is in a band.

Yoriichi cheers him on.

Kokushibo hates it.

The guys in football are Sekido, Karaku, Kyojuro, Tengen and Akaza.

The guys in basketball are Akaza, Urogi, Gyutaro, Kokushibo, Yoriichi.

The guys in soccer are Akaza, Urogi, Aizetsu, Karaku, Sekido, Kyojuro and Tengen and Muichiro actually.

Sekido does archery as well with Susamaru and Yahaba.

Kanao and Kanae do cheerleading. So does Koyuki. Mitsuri as well.

Akaza and Koyuki are dating and they have been voted the school’s cutest couple.

Mitsuri is in the art and baking club.

Mitsuri and Karaku were a thing on the downlow.

So were Shinobu and Karaku as well.

Karaku told Douma and Douma pestered Shinobu about it.

Tengen’s three girlfriends also do cheerleading.

Karaku punched Tengen once and his girlfriends jumped in and Urogi and Sekido ain’t going to let that happen so they jumped in too, trying to pull the girls off.

Kyojuro jumped in too because that’s his bestie.

Then Aizetsu jumped in cuz hell no.

Then Sanemi jumped in.

Zohakuten has a lot of girls crushing on him because of his “bad boy” reputation.

None of them are brave enough to confess besides like one girl.

Hardcore rejected her.

Zohakuten’s hands are rated E for everyone. He has beat up girls before.

He doesn’t listen to Sekido when he explains it’s bad for him to do that.

Zohakuten never hits them unless they hit him first. He does not care who you are, if you hit him, you are getting hit back

Muzan never even hangs out with his friend group

He hates socializing

He rather stay home and read

Plus they all are stupid

He also has to take care of his adoptive son (Muzan is legit just born into high society and gets paid a ton of money to just stay away from his family hence why he started his own)

Hairo and Gyutaro hang out a lot

They listen to Daki complain about cheerleading 24/7 and how the girls all suck

And are annoying

Daki and Nezuko hate each other

Nezuko is in the baking club with Tanjiro

Zentisu joined bc of Nezuko

Zentisu is in charge of dress code

Doesn’t dress code any girls

Karaku has a really good singing voice

So does Urogi

Urogi listens to “eyes without a face” by Billy Idol a lot

Sometimes Urogi goes into these moods where he feels really spiritual for some reason

Has collected crystals

Him and Aizetsu bond over collecting crystals and rocks

Sekido took them on a family camping trip

Did not end well

Zohakuten burned down the tent

Kaigaku and Zentisu are adopted

They have a love hate relationship

Zentisu tries his hardest to bond with Kaigaku

Never works

Only sometimes

Kaigaku and Gyutaro and Daki always hang out together

Zentisu sometimes joins for Daki since they are the younger siblings

They are pretty good buddies

They shit talk their older siblings together

Kaigaku and Sekido are friends too

Only because of debate, honors society and politics

They don’t even hang out outside of school though

They are pretty good friends bc they have the same political views but sometimes argue

Sekido runs the debate team

Also hates Karaku because he is a natural genius and Sekido has to study to get to where he is now

Sekido stresses a lot so he smokes cigarettes and weed

he hides both of them

Sekido specifically smokes marlboro light special blend 100s

Sekido also drinks

He likes white claws

But LOVES whiskey

Shinobu is in the science club

She is actually really manipulative when she wants something

Hates Douma’s guts for playing Kanae

Karaku signed Sekido up to be an art model one time and it was really embarrassing for Sekido

Sekido loved how he turned out though because they made him look like a greek god

Kept one of the paintings

Zohakuten and Rui are legit inseparable

They go around the city together a lot

Gossip about their brothers and in Rui’s case, sisters

Zohakuten carries Rui’s medicine with him sometimes if he knows that they are going to the city for a long time

He kinda freaks out with Rui

He knows Rui is really sick so he tries not to overwork him but Rui is slowly getting better

Plus Rui’s parents are happy that he has made a friend

Zohakuten only lets Rui call him “Zo” or “Zozo”

Rui usually calls him “Zoha”

They be talking about all of the tea

Zohakuten and Rui were forced to be elves for christmas

it wasn’t fun

Zohakuten has opened up to Rui about all of the trauma he went through

Zohakuten is scared that Rui isn’t going to want to be his friend anymore and go be besties with Senjuro

Rui prefers Zohakuten over Senjuro

Zohakuten cried in front of Rui once

It was when he found out about Karaku’s…incident

Zohakuten has never cried in front of Rui again

Obanai hates Karaku

Because he used Mitsuri

Mitsuri doesn’t even care about it

Obanai is a bit of a controlling boyfriend

He gets jealous a lot

He’s afraid Mitsuri is going to leave him for Karaku or someone (i would leave Obanai for Karaku too tho)

Gyomei tries to reassure him that Mitsuri wouldn’t do that

It didn’t really work

Aizetsu goes to bunny cafes

He loves bunnies

And collecting crystals with Urogi

Is studying psychology

Urogi said it suited him

Aizetsu introduced Karaku to Arctic Monkeys

Karaku bought them tickets to go see them

Gyomei is a peacemaker between the friend groups

He respects all of them

Kyojuro and Tengen cause the most problems and 90% of the time it is with the brothers

Kyojuro, Tengen and Akaza are all cool with each other

They hang out all the time

Akaza has a man crush on Kyojuro

It’s really bad

#demon slayer #kny sekido #hantengu clones #karaku #kny aizetsu #kny karaku #sekido #urogi #aizetsu #demon slayer aizetsu #kimetsu kyojuro #kny kyojuro #rengoku kyojuro #kny tengen #makio uzui #hinatsuru #demon slayer makio #kny suma #suma uzui #gyomei headcanons #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer headcanons #kokushibo #yoriichi tsugikuni #demon slayer akaza #douma #demon slayer douma #kny muzan #muzan kibutsuji #zohakuten

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꩜ briizes: seunghan/wonbin/taro main dancer discourse 🤕

tldr: an ot7 account made a big thread on why seunghan is vital to riize's lineup, talents and visuals wise. they explain why his dancing is needed to balance the team but some taro/wonbin stans took it as shade towards their biases dance skills and ended up seeming lowkey ot6..

so everything started with this ot7 user posting a thread in korean about how seunghan is vital and unreplaceable within riize. they mentioned things like how his visuals and proportions blend the group properly, how he’s the mood maker and has good sense in variety and comedy contents, etc. very well written thread btw, here’s the link to read it if u havent already !

anyways, the issue started bc of the part where nomad talked about seunghan’s dance position within riize. they praised him for his flexible movements in contrast to shotaro and wonbin’s “rough street dancing and standard styles.” they also said that after watching the member’s fancams, seunghan is the member best at “using his upper body” and “highlighting the details of the choreography.”

here is the whole translated paragraph transcribed from the ss:

“Additionally, in order to widen the range of performance types that a group can handle, it is best if the specialized styles of each dance member do not overlap too much. While Shotaro and Wonbin's characteristics are rough street dancing and standard styles, respectively, Seunghan's style, in contrast, is very flexible and allows him to control the strength and weakness well. Also, by analyzing the members' fancams, we can conclude that the member in Rise who uses his upper body the best is Seunghan, and more importantly, Seunghan is the member who is the best at highlighting the details of the choreography among the members. In this way, the three dance line members are already the best combination, complementing each other's shortcomings, so if even one of them is missing, the quality of the performance will inevitably decline.”

this thread sparked a lot of seunghan praise:

now idk abt yall but after reading all these, the first thing on my mind isnt “ok but what about x member..”. this is clearly about seunghan, how he affects the performance/stage/vocal dynamic of the group, and what they lose without him. this is for seunghan and about seunghan, RELATIVE to the other members, not comparative. but some people clearly have other things in mind..

things got kinda messy from here🤕

and some people just straight up revealed they dgaf about him fr☠️

and youll never guess whats in shawty's bio..??

like hmm?? if 2+2 is 4.. how can you support an ot7 riize if you think he doesn't bring anything to the group? that hes not vital in anything? that they're doing fine w/o him? like im genuinely curious but anyways..

some people clocked how weird these reactions were but the damage has lwk already been done bc this is such a strange discourse to have at all🤕

☆ my opinion

again i just think its crazy how u can call urself ot7 when u dont believe he’s indispensable to the group? the whole point of nomad’s thread was to showcase what seunghan brought to riize, and why this ot6 body isn’t bringing out their full potential as vocal&performance artists. there are so many things to take into account here:

because one member is good at a certain aspect of a skill doesn’t make another members’ any less than..

the thread was to show seunghan’s unique differences from any other member, and highlight what the group loses by not having him. not to say “hes better at x than y member,” but to say “this is how seungan’s skill contrasts any other member and creates a better result.”

riize is a team, teams have members, members are going to have distinct styles that they execute best. shotaro is obviously the main dancer as he's very versatile and can cover a wide range of movement, but that doesn't change the fact there are details & aspects of seunghan’s dancing that he makes most noticeable, & that differ and contrast shotaro’s in a good way. those differences make them look better as a group. like yes taro is a pro dancer, but he has a more "x" style while seunghan accentuates more "y" movements, and "x" and "y" work together perfectly with the rest of the members on stage. its not about who is better, it’s about how they look together as one.

i feel like some taro/wonbin stans are referring to individual skills, which explains why they're bringing up taro's past as a dancer. individual skill is a whole different story, and again, that wasn't the purpose of the thread, it was to show what riize loses as a group by not having seunghan.

the “better at moving his upper body” part is one of those details seunghan highlights, but that comment is an opinion on nomad’s part, so ofc u can disagree with it. however the undeniable fact is that seunghan is very talented at dancing with his upper body, and whether x member is better than him or not isnt the point - it was included to show how he and only he executes it differently than others to create an enhanced look on stage. i think its funny how theres literally a part of the thread where wonbin is agreeing that seunghan has the most flexible upper body in an interview but some milkteas were still acting like nomad saying that is a snub to taro??😭

getting mad at a seunghan praise tweet for praising seunghan is odd behavior. u can of course have preferences, but to call it “discrediting” shotaro is a huge stretch. no one is downplaying shotaro’s skills as a dancer, in fact nomad’s thread is one of the only threads ive seen actually articulating and placing focus on seunghan’s dancing, so to say it was “objectively untrue” is crazy and i think we should just let hongjjangus have nice things. if u disagree, and think taro is better at something, gone ahead and make ur own thread like this user did (maybe with a less shady caption🤕) instead of creating a space for people to feel comfortable demeaning seunghan's skills comparatively to other members.

like who was speaking on him??😭😭 some people have definitely lost the plot but at least its a minority.. unrelated to these screenshots but theres srsly an epidemic of briizes who are lowkey moving ot6 but claiming its in the name of supporting riize's active members so be careful who u call oomf & stay strapped in these streets😕🙏🏽 seunghan WILL be home soon trust me ladies.. im psychic

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#briizes #riize #shotaro #wonbin #seunghan #kpoptwt

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【 book 6 thoughts ! 】

i said i'd share my thoughts, so here they are so far >:DD

part: one, two, three, four / ??

[ warning: spoilers for book 6 up until 6-16 under the cut !! ]

[ about : overblot lore drop ]

it took yuu long enough to actually TELL CROWLEY that grim was eating those rocks :')))) makes 110% sense that grim would lash out if he's been ingesting 5-overblot's-worth of purified blot

but also, i...can't believe it took twst this long to actually explain what was going on when we were fighting the overblots jsfksdfk like this whole time i've been assuming that people just. get knocked out or tired, but what they explained made so much more sense.

crowley has said that overblotting is rare. but then how come at nrc ?? there's been 5 consecutive overblots in less than a school year ?? (the twst timeline so far is from sept till around feb, bc book 5 was set during a "spring festival" iirc) the reason they don't know enough about overblots is bc they don't have enough subjects who have overblotted to research, so... i do wonder if there's something else at play here, maybe something has changed in NRC since yuu came ?

[ about : ortho lowkey scares me ]

ortho honey....wdym do we need bring back the target alive.....ofc we need grim alive sobs (the juxtaposition between his youthful n polite way of talking + the way he literally knows everything bc his brain is the internet kinda scares me a lot.)

[ about : vil's apology ]

i made a separate post to talk about this bc i started writing n it really got too long, so yes. but also. vil whipping out 50k madol like it's nothing. his acting career has really done him well.

and kalim donating it to ramshackle, my beloved. he's so nice. even while he's saying "it was sO RUN DOWN !!" as kalim was listing out the bad stuff abt ramshackle, i wonder how yuu was able to LIVE in this dump for 6 months.

[ about : ROBOTS ???? ]

HELLO ?? INTRUDERS ????? ROBOTS ?? WHAT ????? they're ignihyde blue....also the boat ? logo ? on their arms ??? what the heck does that mean ??? ok wait i can vaguely read out letters on their arm,,,styx ?? like the river styx in the greek underworld ? having a headache, are we gonna see the underworld somehow in this book ? wait, if the facility or whatever is called styx, are these robots the "charons" ? they're carrying oar-like staffs + they're trying to capture targets D and E and bring them in,,,,kinda like how charon brought souls in a boat to cross the styx river in myth. (also i was right, leona called them ferrymen >:DD)

(n they have grim. interesting that they'd ignore yuu tho, considering it was them who is the string that connects all the overblots.)

(also don't you just hate it when you win the battle, but then in canon the chars actually lost the battle. so you're just sitting there like -_-)

[ about: ob gang's capture ]

it was. very in character how each of them got captured.

vil and jamil were protecting other people (aka the freshmen, and in jamil's case, kalim) vil is really big on his responsibilities, so even though he authorized the use of magic, he still told the freshmen to stand back bc he knew they were unskilled in combat magic n that they'd get hurt bc they don't know hot to properly defend. meanwhile, jamil was probably covering any of kalim's blindspots + making sure he doesn't get hurt while looking for places where he could attack.

riddle went out with a bang, they hit him with a paralyzing beam, and he still had enough magic power to set everything on fire before they could hit him again. he also authorized everyone to fight, bc he probably believed that a group effort could take them down. as always, his sheer firepower is very impressive, the amount of magic he has and his attacking prowess is...wow.

leona....protected ruggie from harm first, saving him from glass and telling him to back off. and then he immediately scanned them to identify who they are. and of course, leona of all people, would know who they are. i think people forget, but a large reason why leona's so smart and why he skips class is bc he quite literally learned all that material when he was younger. the fact that he was the only one to recognize anti-magic plates meaning that resistance was futile and the logo from his time at the palace. (and that moment between ruggie and leona,,,,leona knows that he can trust ruggie w/ the wellbeing of savanaclaw until he returns T^T)

meanwhile azul was with idia, even though he didn't know what was happening, he got extra info from idia n ortho,,, the way azul was about to fight and idia went don't bother (bc he actually likes azul as a friend bro), and ortho went "the chances of you sustaining an injury drops by 87% if you don't struggle ^^" also. idia being concerned ? kind of ? by the ferrymen's forcefulness while coming in and taking the students is nice to see (and i KNEW it. i bet that idia's parents, or the shroud family in general, runs this Styx facility)

and they took crowley ?? crowley seems to know exactly what's going on, so i wonder why they didn't coordinate their...pick up with him beforehand (they legit destroyed so much public property + trespassed for no reason)

[ about : the plane ride ]

it's scary how they're all in a cramped dark space flying to who knows where. like how inhumane ?? they're about to take these people to do research w/ them, but clearly they don't care that they're humans, and they treat them more like convenient test subjects that have converged coincidentally in one school.

RIDDLE SLEEPING ON LEONA'S LAP IS SO FUNNY SJFDKSJFKS I CANTTTTT the way his leg was probably cramping,,,,three hours w/o moving and someone sleeping on you, he has so much patience onggg

[ about : styx ]

so...styx is an organization that does research on blot. it makes perfect sense why crowley would know they'd come knocking, since they have had 5 overblots that one school year. and the shroud family are "the watchman of the isle of woe". leona explains that they take overblotted mages there. what i don't understand is why countries can't interfere with them ?? or is it that they won't interfere with their research bc...styx' research benefits them too perhaps...?

from what leona said, they handled extreme overblot cases that regular magic marshals couldn't handle aka ones that can't un-blot anymore, so why are they coming after the ob gang ? not only were some of their overblots months ago, they've also all safely un-blotted, and transitioned back to normal life... ig my question is why them, and why now.

(it's a cool detail that the ob gang actually got help after their overblots. like it wasn't like everyone just picked up where they left off, vil mentioned medical mages and proper counseling, and that means that they were able to talk to someone about the things that troubled them.)

[ about : idia's family ]

not only do they run the jupiter conglomerate, aka the google of twisted wonderland, they might also run styx ? idia did ask the charon dudes if his mom and dad were away, ig this is what the shroud family ACTUALLY does behind the scenes of their big tech and energy business.

it also explains why idia deleted all those prospective work emails in the end of book 5,,,,bc he just knows that he won't be able to work or pursue any of his other dreams. his fate has been sealed since day 1 bc he was born a shroud, so he's probably going to end up having to take over Styx and its research in the future.

(and azul. being as on-brand as ever and saying he should've made idia in debt to him....sir, his family legit just kidnapped you, chill)

[ about : iDIA SHROUD ?? ]

HELLO. IDIA SHROUD ACTING DIRECTOR OF STYX ???? that means that his parents DO own styx, and that they're letting him run it for now while they're doing other things.... also i really hope that the ob gang don't get hurt hhhh

aaaannd i'm stopping here bc it's late, i did not realize that so much time had passed...i'm tempted to keep playing but i must sleep. n e ways yea this was just me rambling about what was happening as it happened, so i hope you...enjoyed ?? (if you did read this far)

#/trau rambles #whew book 6 has been a RIDE so far #i'm so excited to play more tomorrow :DD #book 6 spoilers #twst book 6 #chapter 6 spoilers #twst chapter 6 #idia shroud #vil schoenheit #jamil viper #riddle rosehearts #azul ashengrotto #leona kingscholar #ortho shroud #twst grim #kalim al asim #twisted wondeland

[saelterlude]

Gushing About Zhu Hanbin and Jing Yanqiao in The City of Musicals S2

The City of Musicals (S2, at least) is kinda like The Voice. 24 musical actors, 3 troupes, covering musical numbers, elimination every episode. Season 2 focuses on young/fresh talents.

I was on a Zhu Hanbin(LG musical actor) binge and got really into this show once I found out his frequent CXS counterpart, Jing Yanqiao, is there as well. Now seems like the right time to make this post since JYQ's birthday is soon (April 13th!) and everyone barely knows him so, to begin here's a cute interaction they had on weibo after what I can only assume is a Link Click rehearsal.

You can access the full episodes here. But I'm going to discuss and link each performances under the cut.

Oh yeah, before I start. I have notes of the context of some performances (not including them bcs I only researched some and not all), so if you like any of them and would like to dive deeper or just wants the context in general just ask and I'll share what I have. (That said, the 10th is Ied so I might be busy and took a while to answer)

Scouting stage (Ep.1-2)

They are sorted into groups of three and perform together as the same character.

For Forever from Dear Evan Hansen

Performed by Sun Tiecheng, Zhu Hanbin, and Wang Haoran. I love ZHB's expression in this performance, it's very innocent and hopeful but also with a hint of hurt? It fits the vibe of the song. It's a really nice, soft and hopeful performance. ZHB's expression really paid off since he got scouted into 2 troupes. Funfact, ZHB and Wang Haoran are classmates lol, they didn't know the other auditioned on this show before they got sorted together. Their third teammate felt very awkward lol.

Dans Le Noir Je Vois Rouge from Le Rouge et Le Noir

Roughly translated to "In the dark, I see red" performed by Alladin, Jing Yangqiao and Tian Ye. It's very good, dark and angry vibes. It's from a French rock musical so yea I really like it. I know I wanted to highlight JYQ but the original rap that Tian Ye (right) arranged is definitely the best part of this performance. The three of them worked really well together. Also, Jing Yanqiao was asked if he felt pressured performing with his seniors (he's still in school) and he answered yes, but most importantly he was intimidated by their heights. so cute lmao. Don't worry JYQ, you're still taller than ZHB. This is also 1 of the only 2 groups where all three performers get scouted.

Sidenote: I found the original song and I've been translating it to practice my French lol. In fact, I found a recording of the whole original musical.

Round 1 (Ep.3-4)

Each troupe prepares 2 Duo performance and 1 solo performance.

No Longer Human from No Longer Human

Performed by Sun Sankai and Zhu Hanbin. Yes, as in the Osamu Dazai novel. ZHB played Yezang (Oba Yozo) the protagonist of the novel and Sun Sankai played Osamu Dazai the author. So this is an existential conversation between author and his character. That's probably why this set design is creepy, but in a good way! An amazing duet, very powerful vocals from both of them, a very nice listen. But damn those hands are wobbly and every time I watch them climb up it, I worry if its gonna fall. Also, camerawork feels like something out of a 2nd Gen K-pop music show lol. And ZHB is barefoot for some reason... If I caught it properly it's bcs he's scared of falling off the hand? I need to double check but understandable.

Therapy from Tick, Tick..., Boom!

Performed by Jing Yangqiao and Feng Difei I couldn't find the cut version of this performance so you would have to do with the timestamped link of the full episode. This is such an adorable and fun performance. I love the cutee original phoneline choreography they have and how their voices work together. Also, JYQ and Feng Difei playing couples and going on a date bcs the coach tells them it would help their chemistry. Why are they lowkey kinda cute though. The post-performance interview of this reads like a blind date interview istg. The interview keep asking questions like what JYQ got her for her BDay and if they have made each other mad like the characters in the musical, etc.

Round 2 (Ep.5-6)

There are 2 troupe duo performances, and 2 cross-troupe trio performances.

The Other Side from The Greatest Showman

Performed by Sun Sankai and Zhu Hanbin. This one is so good, soooo good. I already liked the song before but their voices fit this song really well. Then you get to see, ZHB can dance y'all. I like how energetic this performance is, they really ran around the stage and walk across the table. Special mention to Sun Sankai who practiced that hat kicking trick to perfection, he got to a streak of 100 successes during practice. And to the bartender too, I love his expressions.

In A Crowd of Thousands from Anastasia

Performed by Jing Yangqiao and Feng Difei Yes, it's these two again, playing a couple again lol. Yes, they also went on a date again to prepare for this performance. (In fact, they're paired in a new musical "Love Myth" airing next month) Truly giving off a romantic, magical, and almost fairy tale-like feels. I love how sweet it is. The mini-them also did a good job with their performance. Fun fact about this one, JYQ played in Anastasia musical before this show and is still currently playing in Anastasia, both as Dmitri, just like he did in this performance.

It's Not Me It's You from uhh pretty sure it's an original rap based on disney villains. So it's from Disney, I guess.

Performed by Jing Yanqiao, Zhao Qianlong, and Zhou Mohan. I can't take this performance seriously, not with those outfits LMAO. JYQ as Gaston looking like Winnie the Pooh instead, I can't. That said, the rap is really good, I like the flow, I like the beat, it's great. I jusst, those outfits lmao. Even JYQ posted on his weibo how the outfit simply wasn't it. I can add the photo he took in the rb but pls just watch the performance.

Round 3 (Ep.7-8)

Each troupe prepares 2 duo performances again.

Disappear from Dear Evan Hansen

Performed by Jing Yanqiao and Zhu Hanbin. Yes, they both performed together in this one! I couldn't find the cut version again, sorry. IDK why, maybe it's copyright? For now, timestamped link. I can't explain why, I really like this performance and I really like their dynamic. Their voices also goes nice together but I know that already from watching them together in the LC musical. So yea, this is good. Though, ZHB being projected as JYQ/Evan's hallucination of Connor is kinda goofy looking. Also, so far ZHB has been kind of type-casted as the innocent boy or bright-eyed young man in need of guidance type so to see him playing a more aggressive/leading character (though not by much) is nice.

(JYQ doesn't have that problem, literally he was scouted by the troupe bcs they feel 'he's young and thus can be molded into anything'. ZHB did have to help him perfect the anxious boy act for this performance.)

Quarterfinals (Ep.9)

A trio performance from each troupe, along with a single cross-troupe performance.

Believe in Miracles from Ultraman (yes, the superhero show)

Performed by Sun Sankai, Zhu Hanbin, and Jing Yangqiao. Original skit. Both JYQ and ZHB act as students to Sun Sankai's teacher. The song sounds vaguely familiar to me, maybe that's why I like it so much. It's very fun, rock vibes. JYQ intentional voice crack in the beginning cracks me up. It's a very energetic song too, makes me want to pick up a guitar and jam along. (No, IDK how to play the guitar beyond the basics lol). It honestly looks like they were an idol group or something. (LC Idol AU anyone?)

Goodbye Cassini from Cassini

Performed by Zhao Qianlong, Zhu Hanbin, and Tian. I'll be honest, not a big fan of the skit, it is better enjoyed as just a goodbye song to a beloved space probe, but I am a huge fan of the song (Original ver. here with subbed lyrics, it a got more opera? vibe to it. both ver. are very good though.). I've been randomly humming 'Goodbye, my Cassini~' for days. I am so tempted to make a fic based on this song. Tian (the girl) really carried this performance with her angelic vocals, it's so great and heartbreaking. Her heartbreak at having to leave her friends behind and knowing full well they're never going to meet again. If you're watching this one, I highly recommend you wear your headphones. Trust me, it will cleanse your ears. And if you want to skip straight to the song? 5 minute mark.

Semifinals and Finals (Ep.10)

The semifinals are duo performances of an original musical number. The finals are a solo performance from the top 2. They are available on spotify and youtube music.

The Greatest Show from The Greatest Showman

Performed by the top 4 contestants: Zhu Hanbin, Miao Mengqing, Jing Yanqiao, and Zhou Mohan. I don't have a lot to say about this one. Really nice performance, a bonus to a great episode. Yeaay, both of our LC boys got into the top 4!

Assassin

Performed by Jing Yanqiao and Miao Mengqing To be honest, not the biggest fan but maybe that's just me not being a fan of historical drama in any form. JYQ used a fake facial hair, so that's something too I guess. That said, it's pretty nice to listen to and the dance/sword fight choreography is really cool. (Though as someone who used to do choreographed fights, I feel kinda dissapointed it's more sworddance rather than swordfight.) Miao Mengqing's voice is really powerful, just listen to her. Unfortunately JYQ was eliminated here, but he reached the top 4! I'm proud of him. He also learned the choreo and to play the uhhh (it's 1am, lookup instrument nme later) in only a week. So that's cool.

Don't Believe him

Performed by Zhu Hanbin and Zhou Mohan. This one I highly recommend. This song is an emotional banger and I've been listening to this on loop for days. The choreo and staging is good too, although there's one part that I think is a bit goofy (thankfully it's not too distracting). The fight/struggle choreo they did here have more power than Assassin so I really like it. Really cool, makes you wanna punch a bully, I love it. ZHB played a bullied kid and Zhou Mohan plays ZHB's 'perfect' dream self who wants to keep him in this dream world and away from the hurtful reality. This song (as well as Assassin) is available on spotify and yt music, but the live version is 10x better because it captures the emotion better. You can hear ZHB's desperation and sadness as well as Zhou Mohan's anger and frustration, it's great.

Lonely Mountaintop from The Devotion of Suspect X

Performed by Zhu Hanbin. It's good, I enjoy it. Though as a final song I do kinda wish he picked a song with more power? IDK. It's still good though, it's emotional, I love the build up, the set design is pretty, and the song fit his voice really well. ZHB won 2nd place with this song. Congrats on your hard work!

Miao Mengqing won first place and honestly? She deserved it, she's so good. But this post is focusing on our LC actors ZHB and JYQ so uhh. Please watch her final performance singing "I Have Nothing" here, it's so great, she's great, I love her voice so much.

Fun fact, JYQ did not vote for ZHB in the finals lol, he did it right in front of ZHB too and I'm pretty sure at that point they were already announced as cast in the LC musical. (Sorry ZHB, but I too would vote for Miao Mengqing there)

Last bonus (which I'm not gonna link) before we end this post. In the 3rd episode, around 20minutes in Zhu Hanbin and Jing Yanqiao did an advertisement for their water sponsor together and they're very awkward, it's funny to me.

#oh look #this is where my insanity takes me #pleaseee watch these #zhu hanbin #jing yanqiao #link click musical #for this post alone #im not adding any bonus clips to pt6 #of lc musical list #maybe #the city of musical #the city of musicals s2

[kikisfuneralservice]

KIM JONGHYUN BF HEADCANONS

always wanted to know what kim jonghyun is like as a boyfriend? your questions have been answered…

includes nsfw content‼️

*ALL CONTENT IS PURELY FICTIONAL AND NON-ASSOCIATIVE WITH ANY OF SHINEE OR SM ENTERTAINMENT- PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES!*

FLUFF:

the two of you make time for each other whenever you can no matter how busy you are

he prefers to stay inside a lot of the time bc he just likes being with you

he does enjoy a good party once and a while tho

ALWAYS wants to bring you to EVERYTHING

he wants to bring you to everything SO he can talk to you the whole time and it’s like?? what was the point of this again? cuz u two are just kinda in the midst of the crowd shouting and laughing at each other with drinks in your hands

drinking competitions def

he knows he won't win but he loves to drink so he’s happy LMFSDFOS

won’t force you to do things either but likes to encourage you to get out of your comfort zone every once and a while

probably was in a chess club in high school

in some niche club or some shit that he wants to rekindle the fire in so he gets you to do some random ass shit like skiing

and he knows everything about it it’s rlly strange for some reason but also embarrassing for you bc u can tell he’s alr a pro and ur just flopping around

also an avid fan of ice skating LOVES THE HOLIDAYS OH MY GOD

every year it only gets more exciting for him? and like he is, he brings you along for it

is a gift giver 

he gets you very thoughtful presents yet he never expects anything back and you try ur goddamn hardest but the only thing he wants at the end of the day is you with him

will be sitting in a chair in ikea and go, “this is the chair i’ll sit in when im eighty years old, i think”

“yeah but ur chair is better than mine”

“i live in luxury, y/n, it’s a lifestyle”

he is one of those bitches that u have to ask him not to bring home a new dog every single day

you already have like 3 of them bc he bought one from the shelter and the other 2 he found on the side of the road and begged you to take in with him

ur lowkey worried every time he asks u to pull over on the freeway bc u fear it’s another dog

(it wasn’t a dog—it was a cat tho)

so now u have 3 dogs and a cat

not that ur complaining

the honeymoon phase goes on for at least two or three years and then it goes straight to old married couple and there’s nothing in between those

also doesn’t like going to bed without solving problems first

he will quite literally stay up for four more hours if it means resolving it before going to bed angry

he just doesn’t like being angry

it doesn’t suit him anyway

teddy bear

he like holds ur face in his hands cuz he likes just gazing into ur eyes cuz he’s stupidly in love and he likes to place singular kisses on your lips so they’re not peppered but they’ll just be singular kisses maybe tries to sneak in there a little just loves holding u he loves u

giggles n touching and u both are kind of just under a blanket just in underwear or some shit and his skin is warm and soft

you love just being on him and feeling him close to u :(

same for him :(

“honey you have this mole on your back”

“jjong-“

“no it’s cute”

“it’s a birth mark?”

*grabby hands*

giggling and sliding his hands downnnnnnnnmmnnn

just laughter and giggles and moving his hands into your pants pls he knows u like it🧍

and you grab his wrists and are like :)

and he’s just :3 n kisses u like what!!

SMUT: 

u come outta the bathroom and see him sitting in bed under the blankets in all of his glory what a beautiful man and he looks up at you like :) hey

he’s just so relieved to see you at the end of the day that’s all

you practically DIVE into bed and he laughs as you practically throw your body over his 

and he’s rushing u to get under the covers before the cold monsters get you 

he likes to wrap his arms around u and kiss ur cheeks everywhere ur forehead top of ur head just peppering everywhere he’s just so happy to see u :(

likes pressing the both of your foreheads together so he can look u in the eyes and then giggle when it gets too quiet

ahh he just likes holding u in his arms even if it’s just your head on his chest just any physical contact is all he wants

when he gets touchy he always ends up kissing u,,, once,,, or twice,, and then again,,, and again- and then ur on top of him and he’s holding you firm in his arms feeling him sigh into your mouth

just loves making out honest to god he lives for you and the noises you make out of satisfaction and the lip smacking it all makes him excited

it’s getting a little too hot and heavy but he still giggles once and a while and u two kinda chuckle at each other once and a while 💀

likes holding your waist as u sit down on his lap and then down to ur ass to touch

he kinda sits up so the two of you are closer and then rolls u over so you’re under him and both of u are kind of heaving for breath but it’s ok bc he loves seeing your chest move up and down for breath and parted lips

just likes necking honestly he likes leaving hickies too just to get you riled up. nights like these where it’s easy and you can feel his lips smile on your skin

running his hands through his hair as he lifts ur arched back up to lay in his arms

and glances down to see ur small panties🙄

he’s like oh and is like ok nvm get on me rn

just wants to feel you get wet in your panties juuuuust for him

likes that satisfaction but also likes seeing u breathily moan out his name

both of ur underwear is wet tho so all’s well and ends well

just the feeling of him growing underneath you and poking at you through your clothed body

he doesn’t want u to take them off tho

so he kinda just moves them ovveerrr

and he’s like they’re just too pretty baby let me fuck you in them please

lifts you by your waist and turns you over so you’re facing the bed but your ass is up

you can look back at him and it’s so contradictory seeing literal hearts pop out of his eyes in adoration for you but something else is also popping out 

really likes just to be able to hold onto your hips 

also reverse cowboy/girl

ass! ass! ass! ass! ass!

will ask if he can smack your ass bc pls pls pls god

wants to smack them while you wear your panties he just likes seeing them jiggle bye

he just likes touching so he has his hands theyre kneading into your ass, your thighs, your tummy, your chest

is a tactile learner

a bit of a hands on guy

for my afab folks god he loves boobs tho

likes playing with them bc he knows he’ll get a reaction from you

unrelated kind of a side note

i feel like he likes the vibrating panties too. doesn’t really care for public action either he just likes having you in front of him seeing you in pleasure

just likes seeing you hold onto the bed frame as you call out his name for him to help

and he always delivers

also will grab you by your thighs bc he wants you to sit on his face

doesn’t care how much u weigh yadda yadda yadda just sit on his face so he can fuck you with his tongue and suffocate 

holds onto your thighs while doing so

likes to leave you shaking 

he likes tasting u but doesn’t always go straight to it

so he’ll leave kisses maybe on your inner thighs,,, to around you, maybe leave kisses before putting hisbtongueinnnn

HE TRAILS THE KISSES UP AND TEASES U HEHEHEH

if he’s holding you he’ll always be rubbing your back

just likes touching your skin

he’s he’s he’s so soft abt it too

like so gentle in caressing u

and he goes to grab you to tickle you💀

just laughs and runs his hands through your hair

let’s you go wash up and then come back to cuddle :/

always likes being big spoon he loves holding you 

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OK SURPRISE! this is very unexpected i am aware BUT i just realized that i hadn’t done jjong yet for these! and with that we are done with the bf headcanons! please let me know if you’d like any more future hcs, and you know i will deliver. thank you all again to those who are enjoying my content!

- anne <3

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[kamiversee]

KAMI I'M LOSIGN MY MIND HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP

oh my god. this is already better than i imagined. i'm quakin in my boots rn. i had to take SO MANY BREAKS while reading this to just calm myself down omfg KAMIIIIII

ALSO THE PHONE CALL???? I WAS SHITTING MYSELFFFFFF PLS THIS WAS SUCH A PERFECT SET UP! but wait, did Choso just assume that since Satoru called us out of the blue, that we slept with him before? or is this hinting towards Choso possibly knowing about the list and who's on it? omfg my brain is everywhere lmao i'm prob overthinking it

also the interactions they've been having since Gojo got in the house had me melting omfg. the constant back-and-forth? the piggybacking off of each other's comments? THE TAG TEAMING. THEY BETTER TAG TEAM US FOR THE NEXT TWO PARTS AAAAAA KAMI PLEEEEEEAAAAAAASE

my nosey ass wants to know wtf they were talking about when Choso locked the door on us 😭😭😭 like i know that it was most probably Choso giving Gojo his address and really confirming that he wants this BUT STILL. lowkey i feel like the sexual tension between Choso and Gojo is THICK here. i need more of it 😭

“Is it any more wrong than the things I’ve had you do before?” He whispers lowly to you, low enough for Choso to miss what he uttered.

I'M LOSING ITTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! idc if this is noncanon, i'm using this What If as my closure for TFL IDC IDC OMG

🐶nonnie was right we need that poly ending expeditiously 😭😭😭😭😭😭 i've gone full delulu omfg Kami you fucking broke me

the way Choso's so sassy and chatty omfg HELPPPPPPPPP THE WAY I FEEL LIKE HE'D BE SUCH A BRAT AND "TEACH" GOJO HOW TO MAKE US SQUIRT JUST TO MESS WITH US AAAAAA I NEED THESE MEN SO FUCKING BAD

i have no idea how you have so much self control spacing out the parts like this. my instant gratification ass would have posted EVERYTHIIIIIING. what's the total word count of all 3 parts?

-☃️

Ugh ur messages always make me giggle & smile

In chapter 52 of TFL (or whichever is titled; The Resolve) the reader asks Choso abt Gojo & planned on getting info out of Cho abt the list (kinda like how she questioned Nanami previously) but she doesn’t get to ask him about that bc Choso quickly puts two and two together and asks her if Gojo is the guy who he’s been competing with all this time.

Their convo goes unanswered tho bc Choso says what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him but deep down, he knew— hence why in this whatif he asked if Gojo used to fuck her ^.^

ALSO, I’m thinkin of doing a lil side blurb for their phone call just cause. Plus, I don’t see Choso & Gojo interacting in the manga/anime or even in people’s fanfics tht often so this is very fun for me to do honestly (:

Annnywho, gladd you’re enjoying it so far! The word count for all three parts is… long. (I haven’t written the second or third part yet but my minimum is usually 3k so expect all three parts to be at least 9k words in total or so… maybe longer tho bc I have a writing problem😭)

#kamiversee!answers #k!ans: ☃️

[shen-liqin]

I’M IN SCIENCE CLASS RN BUT I GOT AN IDEA FOR AN MXTX CROSSOVER

So I read in a meta post that it was mentioned in canon SVSSS that Airplane bro has written other stallion novels and that PIDW is just his most successful.

What if prior to writing all these stallion novels, he wrote MDZS and TGCF. It was smth he genuinely enjoyed doing but it didn’t really earn him cash bc it didn’t do well (IMPOSSIBLE I KNOW) so he kinda forgot about them. Both stories were finished though.

Bruh what if Wei Ying and Lan Zhan end up in SVSSS bc WY was messing with some talismans and ended up transporting them there. Meanwhile Xie Lian and Hua Cheng end up in SVSSS because of a mishap in Heaven.

I can already imagine Qinghua shaking when he sees these four and getting slightly emotional because they were created when he was still hopeful and somewhat naive regarding how he would get his income.

Shen Yuan is internally fanboying because as a dedicated fan critic, he also read MDZS and TGCF and greatly enjoyed it. Like yes my man is oblivious as fuck regarding romance as a whole, but he could care less about the main pairing being gay. He was only reading them for the lore.

WY and LZ are lowkey panicked but I can see WY somehow getting along well with SY because they end up bonding over being constantly wrecked by their husbands.

XL and HC are confused and kinda wary but they warm up to Bingqiu and Wangxian after a bit. Binghe prolly tries to give XL some cooking advice with HC lowkey breathing down his neck because if Binghe ends up unintentionally insulting XL then they’re definitely gunna have a problem.

Ngl I can kinda see Hua Cheng and Lan Zhan kinda doing their own thing in comfortable silence because if their mutual understanding of each other in terms of devotion. Binghe joins them from time to time when all three of their husbands hang out by themselves. Like I can imagine Lan Zhan composing a new song, Hua Cheng making a mini statue, and Binghe making everyone a meal.

Meanwhile Shen Yuan and Wei Ying end up convincing Xie Lian to do all sorts of ridiculous shit with them. If you guys are questioning why Shen Yuan would agree to any of this my answer is simple, this man may be a lofty immortal but he’s still a shut-in from the 21st century. He has a lot of semi-pent up crackhead energy.

Xie Lian is confused but he’s enjoying himself so he doesn’t question it and is just enjoying having some new friends. Wei Ying just wants to encourage the chaos.

WAIT FUCK WHAT IF WEI YING MEETS QINGHUA-

Lan Zhan and Mobei-jun are going to be drinking vinegar because if their husbands end up having a conversation then everyone is screwed.

Wei Ying is a genius, but Qinghua deadass created the mechanics of MDZS, TGCF, and PIDW. My man has a shit ton of knowledge and he’s gunna use it. Pretty sure Qinghua and Wei Ying end up doing most of the with figuring out how to send everyone back to their of worlds.

#svsss #luo binghe #shang qinghua #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #svsss luo binghe #svsss shang qinghua #svsss shen qingqiu #luo bingmei #airplane bro #airplane shooting towards the sky #mdzs wei ying #mdzs #mdzs wei wuxian #mdzs wwx #mdzs lan wangji #mdzs lan zhan #mdzs lwj #tgcf hua cheng #tgcf #tgcf xie lian #crack #lol idk what this is

[elizabethsaige]

robin buckley, certified lovergirl

robin buckley x reader head canons

a/n: bc i can't write anything longer than bullet points :)

*not my gif

i just love robin so much

your relationship is definitely the friends-to-lovers kind of relationship

it took both of you time to even realize that you two liked each other, let alone confess feelings

but everyone knew you two liked each other, it was so obvious

the tension!!!!

stealing glances at each other when the other wasn’t looking and sometimes looking for too long until the other one caught them

robin was the first to confess, but it was an accident 

she did it when she found out you were going on a date with a boy you didn’t even like

she !! was !! upset !!

“I don’t even know why you’re going out with Douchebag David anyway, he’s so mean to girls and you don’t even like him”

“well who else is there, robin? it’s not like i have any other options”

“you do though, you just don’t see them”

“right, I have Tony Marcus who still eats glue and stares at me in class, Vince Monty who i kissed in 5th grade and it tasted like pure gasoline, and Steve Harrington who has been trying to date me for years but has also been pining over Nancy since they broke up. i mean, how am i going to choose?”

“choose me then”

“what?”

she actually gets so frustrated hearing you talk about all these mediocre boys when SHES STANDING RIGHT THERE

AND SHE LIKES YOU

and she thought you just didn’t see her

but you did!! you’ve been crushing on her for months but didn’t think she’d ever like you back, let alone like girls

so you dated boys that didn’t even fit into your list of standards

u just wanted love, ok? or at least attention

oh man, was that first kiss with robin so ! good !

it was like one of those kisses that you’ve been wanting to have with someone you’ve liked for so long

it was sloppy and kind of awkward but in a really good way

robin is really shy around you when you first started dating, but not in a way where she doesn’t talk to you, but in a way where she doesn’t want to overstep and she’s all nervous around you because she’s not sure what she’s doing

but she doesn’t hide who she is around you, she just gets more anxious about it

of course she rambles and goes on her long tangents and then gets really self-conscious that she’s annoying you

needs a lot of reassurance that you actually like her and aren’t annoyed by her rambling and chaotic vibes

“are you sure i’m not annoying you? because if i am, please just tell me so i can chill out, i really don’t kn-“

“robin, i promise you’re not annoying me. please don’t think like that, i love hearing you talk”

kissing to shut her up

you actually really do love hearing her talk

she's the cutest ahhhhhh

and she's so smart??? like hello?? she knows four three languages, and the translating russian thing????

so fucking cool

makes her more attractive, but she tries to hide how smart she is

like no babe pls, you’re so hot when you know things!!!

she blushes ALL THE TIME, especially when you say anything even mildly cute or give her the slightest compliment

you’re constantly on her mind, thinking about how much she loves likes you

she thinks about how beautiful and kind you are, how you always know the right things to say and that makes her. so. fucking. soft

protective asf

anytime someone makes a mean comment about you or says anything remotely mean, she’s ready to fight

its lowkey kinda hot

she’s hesitant to touch you at first, scared that you’ll pull away

even small things, like holding your hand 

you’ll have to initiate most things at first because she’s so nervous around you

but once she’s comfortable, she can’t keep her hands off of you

like always has to be touching you in some way

she loves to hold your hand and do the thumb thing, you love it too, it calms you down

when you two go out to eat, she loves to sneak food off your plate when she thinks you’re not looking

but you always catch her :)

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley fanfics #stranger things #robin buckley x y/n #stranger things 2 #stranger things 3 #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfic #maya hawke

[bloodgutsdevilcake]

Dr Octavius x GN Reader SMUT

Gender Neutral pronouns, Anal, choking with tentacles, deep throating tentacles, lowkey temperature play, minor mentioning of exhibitionism, anal creampie, n yeeeaah this one took me a while to write and if it flops Imma be so disappointed. This is actually the longest fic I have ever written and thats why it took so long, I wanted something big. I had to do some research about Otto in order to get this right because I do like spiderman but I’m more of an xmen/xforce kinda gal. Again this was written for a friend as her valentine’s day gift which is crazy bc I’m still not done writing everything for that gift and Valentine’s day is coming up. 

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

The skies were crying, each drop of water splattering itself against the large windows of the decrepit building you carefully walked into. The paint on the brick walls were rotting off, white decayed into a tan and lightning booming in the sky highlighted every crevice the brick exposed. Lights from passing cars below you shined in the window. You were in the most comfortable clothes you owned but that left you exposed to the chill hanging in the air. Between the rain and the empty building around you, you couldn’t help but wander over to the laboratory, through the dark and arching hallways, under the torn curtains that separated the lab from the rest of your makeshift home. 

“Otto, I’m coming in.” you announced, making sure that you were clear just in case any of his experiments were unstable and dangerous for you to be around. There was no response so you walked in to find him sitting in a chair by his desk, his shirt was taken off to make it easier for him to examine the tendril connected to his being. He was so focused, you didn’t want to interrupt whatever was happening in his head. 

Instead, you made yourself a cup of coffee from the pot near his desk, and walked over to the pile of pillows in the corner to sit near him. You grabbed a blanket and sat leaning against the large window occupying the entire wall. It was hard not to steal glances towards Octavius. Him just sitting could turn heads, but it’s a different kind of attention than what he gets when he walks the streets. Not one of secrecy or alarm, but of adoration for his brilliance and beauty.

You snickered to yourself quietly, if Otto ever heard you call him beautiful you think he would scowl so hard he’d look like a pug. He often sports a glare but in this moment, where he feels alone with his thoughts, his face is calm and neutral, the antithesis of his thoughts, surely. He was always thinking, always working towards his next course of action. In the dim room, you admired the robotic arm in his hands. 

Your eyes trailed up to his back, where scars litter his expanse of skin and lead to the other three robotic arms that fused into his spine. How painful was it to have been fused with metal, both physically and mentally? He never really talked about it. You couldn’t do anything but accept that, having your fair share of sore spots. 

You looked back out of the window for a second only to look at the rain falling. Then you looked at Otto’s face, admiring the way the only lamp in the room reflected off his glasses. His short hair barely covered his forehead. Just behind his glasses, you could see his crows feet that got accentuated anytime he smiled and anytime he sneered. The downward curve of his sharp nose only accentuated his puppy dog eyes. Anytime you looked in his eyes, in his sweet, sad brown eyes, he could ask for anything and you’d give it to him undoubtedly. 

“How long are you planning on staring at me?” Otto rasped out. 

“However long you’ll let me,” you purred, “I can’t help it. You’re just so interesting.” You smiled at him, placing your elbow on your knee to get a better look at him. He scoffed at your comment causing your smile to widen. You loved to tease and he knew this well enough to be used to it. 

“What? You don’t want me to?” you pouted, playfully of course but you pulled a convincing act because as soon as Otto looked at you his face softened. A sly grin replaced your pout and he scowled at you. 

“You are trouble. What do you want? Attention?” Otto turned to you, sporting a smirk of his own.

“I’ll take it if you’re willing to give it. ” At that he stood, stretching out his arms giving you a perfect view of his chest and stomach. He walked over to you, and you didn’t miss the slight bounce in his chest. Your breath hitched when he squatted in front of you resting his hand on his knee and the other on your chin forcing you to look up at him from your lounging position. 

“You’ll take it? Are you so sure you can handle what I’m about to do to you?” Otto smirked when he felt you gulp. You were too nervous to look anywhere but his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed covering them in a shadow of danger as they pierced into your vision.

“Yes,” you gasped, “yes, please.” Your eyebrow quipped hoping it’d be enough to ask nicely. From the way his grip on your chin shifted to your jaw, you figured he was satisfied with your answer. He lifted you from your cozy spot. As soon as you got to your feet, your back was forcefully pressed against the glass drawing a gasp from you. It was so cold and a little damp with condensation. 

He lifted your thighs with his metal tendril to wrap your legs around his waist. His skin was the only warmth you could feel besides the heat growing in your groin. He rubbed against you, melting away any chill you felt. 

“You’re already begging?” Otto chuckled, gripping your jaw enough to pucker your lips. “Why don’t we put that mouth to good use? They've been wanting to fill you since you walked in.” His tentacles curl up your back, dragging their way under your sweatshirt. You could feel the chilling ridges that allow their sophisticated movement. In a blink, your clothes were ripped off. Their torn shreds falling off of you exposing yourself to Otto. Shivers spread from your spine into your ribs at the feeling of the window against your bare skin. 

The tentacles, now entangled in your limbs forcing you open for Otto’s piercing gaze, gently caress the side of your cheek, almost pleading to feel you. Slowly you opened your mouth, your tongue felt dry in the open air. Slinking towards your mouth, the tendril slowly rubbed against your lips only to enter your mouth suddenly. 

You gasped in surprise, choking slightly on the limb now encompassed in your mouth. Otto released a cruel chuckle at your slight asphyxiation. He allowed you a breath of air before entering your mouth once again. The thick metal tendrils slithered down your throat making you gag over the textured hinges. 

“You look so beautiful like this. So pathetic. So perfect. ” he smirked down at you. His hand caressed your sides gently, totally opposing the power behind the tentacle’s thrusts. You whimpered, swallowing spit and air any chance you could get. Saliva still dripped down your chin at his movement, it fell against your chest and grazed Otto’s erect cock that was already weeping precum. You couldn't tell when he took his cock out. All you could focus on was trying to breathe, and he took full advantage of that. 

He had made himself busy with sucking at your neck. He sucked hickies down your chest and started groping at your asscheeks, spreading them apart and squeezing them with his sturdy, large hands. He moved from your ass to your sex, playing with it harshly, matching the thrusts in your throat. He stroked you, forcing you to moan against his metal appendage. 

Your moans didn't escape him, though they were muffled. Your teeth were lightly scratching against his tentacle making him shiver. Otto could feel the way your throat tightened when you tried to breath and how ragged your breaths were. He could practically feel the way your heart pounded in your chest, the anticipation of him filling your hole being too much for you. He slowed down significantly, wanting your attention on him.

"What do you want?" he groaned in your ear nipping at the shell. "You want me to fuck you? Come on Darling, use your words." You couldn't speak even if you wanted to so you did the next best thing, you sobbed around him. Any semblance of words were muffled and tears were falling down your cheeks. Your face felt hot, your tongue was numb, and all you wanted was Otto to stroke you faster or to just start fucking you. 

It wasn't enough for him. He needed to hear you. He wanted to feel your puffy lips on his skin, not the vague tingling feeling of metal warming. He finally pulled his tendril out of your mouth allowing you to take your first full breath of air in a while. You gasped, your lungs burning and face hot. Your throat was scratchy and dry but your face was a harsh contrast, being soaked with snot and tears and drool. Yet when Otto looked down at you, you didn't feel judged, you felt wanted. He wanted you, needed you. 

When you could finally breathe without wheezing you gasped out, "Please, Otto. Please, I need you. Need you inside me." You wanted to hold him, to be released from his tendrils that ached against your joints and rubbed your skin raw. The hinges must have made a red, angry imprint on your arms already. He chuckled at your desperation, knowing full and well he felt the same. 

His thick cock rubbed against your hole, precum lubing your already dripping entrance. You could feel the curve of his tip split you open. He was so warm, his slick cock entered you slowly, almost painfully so. After being mouth fucked so hard your jaw grew numb, you almost came from him entering you all the way. You felt so stretched out, not full but contently stuffed. You whined at him to start moving, to start fucking you as hard as he had been before, you wanted him to be rough with you. You wanted him to manhandle you, to grab you and throw you around like a doll. He was already holding you in place, he might as well use this to his advantage. 

But no. Otto wanted to take his time with you. He would wait until you were begging for him, not that you weren’t already. He wanted you to need him so badly you cried, just so that he can wipe away those tears and fuck you until you bruise. He would of course take care of you after, and watch your pathetic form shake and shatter. 

He started a grinding pace, accentuating how much you constricted around him. You sobbed, wanting to hold onto him, hold onto anything, but he was so far away and you were no match for the strength of his tendrils. The only warmth you could feel from him was his dick grinding against your gummy walls practically teasing you. That was all you could focus on besides the cold pinching grip on your arms and thighs, curling around your legs and up your neck. 

Your throat was still burning and with every slow thrust you could feel the tentacle pressure on the column of your neck, pulsing on it over and over again. It wanted back inside you, it wanted to feel your warmth again and you could tell that Otto was holding back. His hands were shaking as they gripped your jaw gently. 

He kissed you, feverishly, and though his touch never harshened, his grip pressed into you. His chest pressed against your chest, his pace increased and he pulled his hips back and thrusted into you. You cried into the kiss. Sobs wracked your chest. You felt electrified to finally get the closeness you wanted, needed, craved. His taste was addicting, though you mainly tasted leftover metal from the titanium-steel tentacles, there was a hint of spearmint and myrrh. You tried to claw your way closer to him, digging into your own hands and pressing your chest impossibly closer. He groaned into your mouth as you clenched around him, pulling him in deeper. 

“Patience,” he chided, “tell me what you want.” You whimpered and writhed in his grasp, fighting to touch him. He tsked at you, clicking his tongue while looking down his nose at you. His thrusting stopped all together, making you cry harder.

“I won’t move until you tell me what you want.” Otto scolded. 

“Please, I need you. Go faster, please!” Your voice was still hoarse but didn’t hurt as much as before. He chuckled at you, his wolfish grin sending shivers down your spine.

“I know you can do better than that. Go on, Precious.” he was almost whispering in your ear, his breath hitting your ear, cascading warmth down your neck. Your brows furrowed into a pout, this was frustrating. You could barely talk right now, you just wanted him to make you feel good. 

“Please, Otto. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me so hard I bruise, please fuck me! ” Your voice got higher in desperation as you wiggled in his grasp. Otto nodded, satisfied by your submission.

“That’s more like it.” He growled, lifting you up with the tentacles and adjusting you so that your face and chest was pressed against the glass. Your breath fogged up the chilling glass near your face. You could only see the blurring city lights as he started fucking your ass at an unrelenting pace. You whined and gasped when your cheek pressed against the glass. 

His tendril tightened against your throat, pulling you back to meet his thrusts. The glass around your mouth fogged rhythmically. Your lungs burned. Your face was so soaked you almost slid every time you were pressed against the window. 

A haze glossed over your eyes. As much as you would like to, you couldn't focus your vision on anything. Were people able to see you, able to see your chest pressed against the glass and the way your arms contorted behind your back. Or was your form hidden behind the fog of your lustful torture. 

The burn of Otto's dick entering you over and over was cooked down by the frosted window and the freezing metal around you. Your body shook. Your voice was raspy. You couldn't think. You couldn't speak. All you knew was the feeling of Otto Octavius and his passion for you and how much he can stretch you out.

You're sex was coated in release from him playing with and fucking you. If he kept up you were sure to black out from pleasure. You only barely registered the tendril moving from your throat to your cheek. 

With your face pressed open against the glass, then tendril snaked its way into your mouth again releasing a hiss of pleasure from Otto. With your ass and mouth filled to the brim with Otto, it was natural that your sex leaked more, practically dripping onto the floor. He speared through you like a skewer through a hunk of meat. 

At some point there was little rhythm to his thrusts but from how numb your limbs were getting in the tendrils grasp that was all you could feel. You came again, constricting around Otto and his tentacle. His groans got closer together, his thrusts became sloppy and the tendril in your mouth thrusted itself so deep you were sure it could touch his dick. 

You couldn't breathe but you could feel Otto's dick twitch in you and the spread of warmth through your ass. The tendril stopped moving causing you to gag over the girth of it. He didn't pull out and didn't move his tendril. You were stuck praying for air but not being able to pull together a coherent thought if you wanted to. 

As soon as you started seeing black spots in your vision he finally pulled out of you. He looked down at you, adjusting you to face him gently. His smirk was cruel but you gained however much you could of strength to reach out for him. His hand brushed away your sweat damp hair and he kissed your forehead. His tendrils set you back down on the pile of pillows you were sitting on before. 

"You were so good." he laid next to you, holding you to his chest. "Took everything I gave you." He felt so warm as his tendril laid a blanket over the both of you. While you felt sticky and soaked, washing was the last thing on your mind and Otto's as well. When you started to feel the rumble of snores in Otto's chest you finally passed out with his scent surrounding you.

#dr oc #dr octavius #dr octopus #otto octavius #otto octavius x reader #dr octavius x reader #doc oct #doc octavius x reader #marvel smut #marvel villains #marvel villain smut #spiderman villains #doc ock #doctor octavius #doc otto #otto octavius smut #octavius smut

[webslingingslasher]

J girlie i have a new love life update for you 😭

first of all idk why I’ve pulled like three guys in a month ish? like NEVER BEFORE!! (and again gotta clarify that this is CRUMBS compared to your other anons but it’s fine)

ANYWAYS this guy who reminds me of James Potter (i don’t even know if you know who the marauders are) but yeah anyways i had this two weekend course thing so last week and this past one, and we like really hit it off??? And like it was me, another girl and then like 15 ish guys (it was a small one but yeah)

like he’s super smart and works hard and is like really pretty?????

ANYWAYS this “course” was a four day thing right? the first day we kinda just chatted and stuff, the second day he asked for my snap, so i added myself through his phone, then added him back right in front of him (he said he was nervous to ask but someone had to!! and like he wasn’t sure if i was actually gonna add him back and i caught him off guard when i added him immediately).

ANYWAYS we spent that ENTIRE afternoon like snapping back and forth and like chatting - HE KEPT COMPLIMENTING MY SMILE and I was about to like melt.

but we each had some like important tests (pretty much exam level) so we didn’t talk AS much during the week but he lost his phone for a day and when he found it he told me without me even asking!! like “sorry for the late reply, i lost my phone” (seemed genuine!!)

AND THEN this past weekend we’re still snapping and stuff (tons of flirting, irl but mainly online (im more bold 😭)) and he called me beautiful 🤭🤭🤭 (again literally crumbs in comparison but like im lowkey freaking out???) and he was so sincere about it too!! (at least it seems that way!)

and so basically when my friend picked me up today (last day of the course) she was like.. “so who’s the guy????” and i had to reply that he’s just a friend. BECAUSE I DONT KNOW! BUT THEN i meant to send this whole thing to another friend and i sent it to him by accident 😭 (that was actually so embarrassing) so i asked him what he would’ve said, and he was like “just friends.. at least FOR NOW” and i literally started giggling like a high school girl 😭😭😭 tbf i never experienced this type of thing then so yeah but anyways!

i have a really good feeling about him (esp bc in my gc w that friend who picked me up, i gave a little debrief and they’re all like happy about it ykwim???)

anyways i hope that made any sense at all 😭 im just like really excited about this whole thing and like i feel like i can tell you??? (but like if you want me to stop w this just lmk and i will!!!)

-🦋

OH ALSO i can’t remember if i put this but that class was like miserable and he said i made him look forward to going to it!!! And even that i made him enjoy it 😭 and he said he was really happy to meet me there so yeah haha

-🦋

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DSBOUVDWBO

OOMF GOT A BF!!!!! (perhaps?? update me on the king 🔫)

#🦋 anon

[maschotch]

Nah nah nah nah bc I NEED to know what hotch's deal was with fire related cases??????? HE WAS ALWAYS WAY MORE EMOTIONAL IF IT WAS A FIRE BUT THEY NEVER DID ANYTHING WITH IT SO WHATS THE DEAL WITH THAT HUH?? there were at least 3 separate episodes w/ fire plots, all pretty far apart from each other, and he had pretty much the same reaction to each of them that isn't a coincidence like you know the writers did that on purpose I just wish they gave us more info abt it. ALSO I wish the team like cared more???? BC it's pretty obvious that he gets way more antsy during these cases are you telling me no one notices????? Such a wasted opportunity for more character interactions and I'll never forgive them for constantly depriving us of this. I miss Gideon.

ok but fr?? bc it goes unmentioned by eeeeeveryone except gideon and unnoticed by eeeeeeveryone at the bau (except emily in that one ep but they still kinda hated each other so she didnt say shit and just kinda forgot about it, and derek in that other ep but only in the “im gonna act upset and blame hotch for his problems bc idk how to address my own fears/concerns/trauma when it comes to the way i care about the lowkey-suicidal kinda-father-figure bc i have problems” way) which is insane to me considering they’re all profilers?? i think it’s partly bc they unknowingly avoid profiling hotch (either out of respect or discomfort) and partly bc they’ve grown complacent taking hotch’s usual stoicism and “unmovable object” energy for granted as a permanent, impermeable pillar in their lives, almost to the point where they dehumanize him. they don’t like questioning their grounding anchor’s potential for weaknesses bc they depend on his unshakable solidity for their own emotional wellbeing. it’s much easier to intentionally overlook his humanity when they use his unflappability for their own emotional recalibration. which is fucked up for hotch? he’s really gotta play the part of the cool collected unit chief at all times. but then, he’s already used to putting his emotional problems on the back burner. ANYWAY thats just my excuse for why NO ONE FUCKING SAYS ANYTHING ABOUT IT EVER

it’s subtle—bc most interesting things ab hotch are vague at best—but he really does act different during cases involving fire. he’s on edge, distracted, less patient, snippy, or vulnerable in uncharacteristic ways. saying “i wish the writers had given us more ab hotch’s backstory” is redundant at best, but all these hints painting a picture of tragedy makes me want to know mooooore. like.. what were they thinking?? did the writers have anything specific in mind or were they content w ambiguity? it really seems like such a waste, especially when he’s clearly had an apparently very busy life. southern mom, distant younger brother, an abusive father who died in at least three different ways, coin collector, theater kid, troubled teenager, boarding school, apprehension towards fire, following his father’s footsteps and becoming a very successful lawyer, getting bored of that and joining the fbi, working as an ambassador’s security detail, working overseas, networking across a variety of positions in every place imaginable, somehow finding time for swat training and becoming a sharpshooter, joining the bau in record time, being the bau’s encyclopedia of random shit before reid comes around, carrying the responsibility of the team on his back while gideon recuperates… there’s just.. so much they offhandedly mention he’s done without ever really exploring any of it in further detail. it’s frustrating!! give my boy a proper backstory!!

anyway im rambling lol i forgot what we were fucking talking about but YEAHHHHHH HOTCH AND FIRE

#gideon supremacy!!! #nothing i love quite as much as gideon and hotch’s fucked up little relationship of mutually unrequited father-son projecting #asks