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twilightknight17 · 4 months

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So, P3R.

This is an interesting experience for me, because, remember, I’ve never actually played 3 or 4. Just 5s and Qs. I was an anime person. So I know what I’m getting into, but not all the details.

And so far, it’s fascinating. Where I stopped, it’s April 20-something, the world is not ending (yet), and Minato is both having and not having a time.

First of all, the game opens with a warning about the heavy themes of suicide, among other things. Which I do think is appropriate. What happened with Shiho in P5 is horrible, but it was one event, with a mostly-positive outcome in the end. Shiho was okay, she got better. Suicide is a much more... prominent? theme in this story, and I know that can be too much for people.

Anyway.

It’s strange seeing this translated differently after so long of knowing “You will be given one year. Go forth without falter, with your heart as your guide.” God, I’ve been in this fandom for approaching eight years. When did that happen.

Always delightful to see how unconcerned Minato is with everything, even though they sort of imply later that he’s never experienced this before. I like to assume he’s lived most of his life with his own localized Dark Hour and has either never been out at midnight or just slept through it, so maybe he’s used to the green, but you’d think the coffins would raise some eyebrows at least.

Hello, baby boy. I dunno if it counts as choosing this fate of mine own free will if I don’t actually know what’s going on yet.

...I wonder if we ever get an answer about why he’s playing errand boy for Igor?

Ms. Toriumi mentions that Minato has lived in lots of different places, which definitely gives me the vibe of being passed around orphanages and foster families and distant relatives. He’s had a decade to internalize that he has nothing and no one.

It’s also hilarious to note how differently the opening of this is from P5, just from the perspective of like… Everyone is awkward, but well-meaning, and the primary rumor running around is about how you walked to school with Yukari and how there MUST be something between you. Like, random classmate, I have been in Iwatodai for MAYBE 9 hours and most of that was sleeping. We are not “close”.

But no one thinks I’m going to stab them! :D Sorry, Akira.

Also, I met the Female Student:

Walking around Gekkoukan is an experience, because I knew it was like a super-fancy private school, but it’s fucking enormous. Observatory? Indoor pool? MASSIVE entryway? Fancy courtyards?? All of it.

Time to leave school and go wander the town. The strip mall is mostly restaurants, which is cool. And I found something interesting in the back alley.

Red Hawk, huh? I gotta come back here, even though I don’t know how to play mahjong.

Weird having only 3 social stats to worry about, but I’m not gonna complain. Less burgers to scarf down to talk to one random adult. :P

Also weird that the command room has cameras in SEES’s bedrooms? Or just Minato’s, but like… Ikutsuki. Stop explaining the Dark Hour to two people who already know what’s going on and stop being a creeper watching me sleep.

After a blissful two days of school, the first full moon arrives, and Akihiko, darling dumbass, leads the magician directly back to the dorm.

The new Dark Hour screen is really cool.

And the Magician is awful. Like gloom hands if they were carrying knives. So, awful.

This entire cutscene is so pretty, though. Orpheus is beautiful, and then the part where he immediately gets shredded by Thanatos clawing out of him while he screams... The screenshots don’t do it justice. Orpheus explodes and then Thanatos kills the Magician in like ten seconds flat.

I love them.

That’s my future husband, Akihiko. Shush.

So Minato apparently passed out for a WEEK, and in the meantime, I checked out the trophy list. I dunno how to nurse a cat back to health yet, but there’s a trophy for it, and by god I will obtain it.

Yukari then proceeded to dump her entire backstory the instant Minato woke up. Which… at least she acknowledged that that was weird.

Ikutsuki wants to talk, to explain about the Dark Hour and ask us to join SEES, and I have to question Minato’s observational skills, because like…

Mina. Sweetheart. Beloved. You were just unconscious for a week after fighting a monster with a concept that ripped itself out of the manifestation of your soul. Extra hour is nothing.

But we’re part of SEES now! Meeting adjourned.

...sir, even if you weren’t you, I’d still want to punch you.

Anyway, tomorrow is Sunday. Time to go to bed and hopefully tomorrow I can explore Paulownia Mall. I wanna see how close it looks to what I was picturing.

...Minatooooo. I know the end is coming and you’re a sleepy mess, but come on. ALL DAY?

Whatever. Tartarus Time.

This teleporter makes me think of the teleporter in Xibalba/Ameno Torifune, and then I remember that the Kirijo Group broke off from SEBEC and probably took some of the blueprints and they’re probably manifesting in a similar way as the one in the ship.

OR I’m just looking for stuff to blowtorch. XDDD

Tartarus is really interesting, and I like it so far. It really does emphasize that the Thieves knew absolutely fuck-all about what was going on all the time, though. Mitsuru and Akihiko know what they’re doing. They’ve got a weapon supplier. They know how to fight. They know how to navigate. They’re explaining everything they know so far, and SEES is coordinated and functional.

Even Morgana was guessing on a lot of stuff. The Thieves were making it up as they went.

No wonder my Akira and Mitsuru are constantly butting heads. :P

After Tartarus, I went to sing karaoke by myself so I can be brave enough to go in Club Escapade, worked a shift at Chagall Cafe, and went to the Velvet Room to play with fusion.

...I mean yeah because Minato is the first Fool Wild Card, but Tatsuya is right there, canonically doing NG+.

It’s so weird to have Igor commenting on my menuing and prompting me for choices and like… doing his job. I’m so used to P5, it’s hysterical. But like… I’m glad he’s here. And the menu is nice.

Why are these arcade games $10-$15????????

Anyway, where I stopped, apparently I gotta go join the track team or something. I can’t picture Minato in organized sports, but whatever. XD I’m already flailing my way through my first social link, Kenji. I’m completely helpless. The realization that I don’t know this person, don’t know how he wants me to act, and also that he’s weird as heck was like getting smacked upside the head.

He’s going to ask out a teacher or something. Godspeed, my dude, but also like… why.

Actually, don’t tell me. I’m gonna go join the track team.

#Li plays P3Re #here we goooooooo

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incorrect-sonic-the-hedgehog · 1 year

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NOW TO ELABORATE ON SHIPS

Sonadow:

Basically a highkey dumbass x lowkey dumbass.

Shadow pretty much visits Sonic once every six or seven episodes and they catch up in a sweet romantic way.

As of the current setting in my AU, they've been dating for six months.

Oplaze:

Lesbian group moms™.

Got married after three days of knowing each other and have been married for six years.

Silver's parents.

Opal's the fun mom - Blaze's the safe mom.

Knuxouge:

The token heteros™.

Knuckles is the only one Rouge doesn't bother trying to look presentable for and he's the only one who's seen her with her hair down and no makeup.

Rouge was his flying buddy one (1) time. That's when they discovered Knuckles is terrified of heights.

Stickamy:

Princess x Commoner?

I can't explain them immersively.

Just...

Lesbians.

Closest comparison is Tara and Darcy, I guess.

Tailsmo:

Obviously, they have to make long-distance work, but it all turns out fine in the end.

The only couple that I am certain will get married in the future.

Scilver:

(I don't know their ship name, I am so sorry)

Scourge is a ✨simp✨

"NOTICE ME, SENPAI!"

"I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU!!"

Opal and Blaze have to beat Scourge back with a stick.

I'm serious; Scourge is literally out here putting together fireworks shows and Silver is fucking terrified.

It all came down to Silver setting some boundaries that could not be crossed. Scourge seems to be able to live with that.

Scourge also gave Silver a whistle pitched at a frequency only the former can hear, since Scourge is always on the run and (sadly) can't remain in one place with Silver for too long.

Silver tries to only use it in emergencies, but he's started abusing his whistle privileges really fast... Not that Scourge minds, though

Mouthless Husbands:

Reformed evil overlord husbands

Gay hermits that live alone in the mountains

I WILL NEVER GET OVER THAT ESKIMO KISS THING OKAY

THEY HAVE EACH OTHER AND THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS

Okay I won't waste your time anymore, bye.

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baisleyarts · 3 years

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Okay my dumbass at it again with a new au~

(be warned, a buncha word vomit coming)

So! In this au Valka hasn't been taken away, but Stoick died at the hands of pirates when he was sailing back from the great gathering of chieftains when Hiccup was a baby. Valka suspects foul play and it's confirmed when, during Berk's panic at being without a chief and the uproar on who should take his place since hiccup was firstly a runt and not of age, they were raided by rival tribes. Valka did the best she could to fight, but it was no use, with their tribe outnumbered and her son at risk, she gathered her people to the boats and sailed from their homeland at the dead of night. The Hairy Hooligans escaped with less than half of the tribe.

With no tribe she could trust, Valka took what's left of her tribe far far away, to the near outskirts of the archipelago, where no one could find them. The Hairy Hooligans mourned their lost home as they tried to rebuild their tribe. Valka was determined to strengthen her tribe, if not for vengeance for her late husband, then for her son's future. She was determined to make him chief, just as Stoick always believed he would. But first, she'll build the foundations.

She helped the tribe rebuild, laboured with her tribesmen in ploughing the fields and hauled lumber for their homes. It took years for the wounds to heal. Eventually, she brought up her plan to try and live in peace with the dragons and was met with outrage. With their tribe so few in numbers, why should they try and live with the beasts that could one day turned their backs on them and eat their children?

While Valka fought that uphill battle, she was also teaching Hiccup the ways of chiefdom. Hiccup's mind was sharpened, his wit was honed and cunning was nurtured. While the tribe scrutinized his gangly and thin frame Valka made sure they knew his intelligence was incomparable, he would one day lead their tribe to greatness as they once were. Hiccup was born with the knee-buckling weight of the tribes' expectation on his shoulders.

And he delivered.

Just a year short of adulthood, he had befriended and rode on the back of the most fearsome dragon in the archipelago. He rode the beast and fought a leviathan, saving the tribe and dragons from the oppressive rule of the Red Death. He fulfilled his mother's dream of the tribe and dragons living in harmony.

The following years after, he became the first Viking in years to venture from the island with the gang. He came back with faithful allies, the Defenders of the Wing from the west, the Bog-Burglars in their neighbouring east, and the Wing-Maidens from the south, that would help the tribe flourish. He then took the mantle of chief at 18, the youngest in the history of Haddock chiefdom. Berk thrived under his leadership for years

Then, one day, an armada came to their shores.

On the other end of the Archipelago, the Berserker Tribe came on hard times. Though the tribe known for their fierce warriors and battle prowess, they were plagued with misfortunes. They were surrounded by hostile tribes, with the threat of the Outcast tribe keeping them on their toes, and then there were the dragons that attacked their fishermen and circled their seas like vultures. To add salt to the wounds, their chief had disappeared- abandoning his tribe.

Dagur took the mantle of chief, brutally and bloody to show his tribe his strength and right to lead them. He sent his sister out on a quest to bring back something- anything- to help their tribe, while he did his best to defend Berserker Isle. By the sixth month, Heather disappeared without a trace. During that time, Dagur was grief-stricken thinking his sister was dead and had thrown himself into strengthening his armada and making a name for himself. He became known as Dagur the Deranged, and he made sure that name was uttered with fear.

After nearly two years, Heather came back. And she brought back with her a dragon and a name.

Viggo Grimborn.

After a tearful reunion, she told him about the man, the answer to their problems. So they sailed to the elusive Viggo Grimborn and made an agreement. Viggo would take care of the dragons and his enemy tribes in exchange for access to his armada. With no other choice, Dagur agreed.

It didn't take long for the Outcasts to abandon their island and their seas to be free of dragons. Their people were happy, rations became a thing of the past as their food became plentiful- for the first time in a long time, Dagur could breathe.

Then, Viggo summoned them. The air became stifling.

He gave them a mission. Rumours of a tribe of dragon riders reached the ears of the Dragon Hunter chief, and their famed leader, riding the unholy offspring of lightning and death, a Night Fury. He gave them the order of finding the tribe, to earn their trust and be his man on the inside.

Dagur brought his armada and set sail. After nearly a year of searching, following leads after leads, dead ends after dead ends, he finally found the mysterious tribe of dragon riders. He was met with suspicion and hostility among the tribe, but their chief was... well, to put it bluntly, a weirdo.

Hiccup's friends would agree with that assessment, but the tribe's chief would digress. He'd more likely describe it as smitten, complete with a long sigh and a silly love-sick smile on his face. You see, the years of adventure and daring missions left Hiccup yearning. At twenty-three, Hiccup wanted to step into that next stage in life with that special someone (Astrid knocked him in the head after he shared that to her in the cheesiest way possible).

And blessed be the gods for they delivered.

Hiccup's eyes were first drawn to his hair, a shock of bright hair that was stark amongst his army of men. Then, it was his muscles ('of course it was' Astrid would say with a roll of her eyes), by the gods those arms.

And so, Hiccup began his mission to woo the Berserker chief.

For the Hooligan tribe, they had front row seats to their chief's disastrous and embarrassing display of flirting. His attempts to compliment the foreign chief was unintentionally backhanded and clumsy. It was truly pathetic. Still, Hiccup was smitten, and he was determined to share his life with him (before the season's change if he had his way- he always dreamed of a winter wedding).

But Valka was on guard. She smiled indulgently at Hiccup's love-sick tales and daydreams, but she knew not to trust them. She knew of the Berserker tribe- Oswald was a face she knew among those who slew her tribesmen that day. He held her eyes as he stabbed her husband's father through his heart. She remembered those eyes. The same eyes that the Berserker chief and his sister carried. Her years of hard work will not be undone. Most of all, she will not let him break her son's heart.

Dagur saw the Haddock matriarch's distrustful stares and knew he had his work cut out for him. But would not fail. He cannot.

His tribe's lives were on the line.

#art #httyd #rtte #how to train your dragon #dagcup #dagur the deranged #hiccup horrendous haddock lll #au #cw: long post #good god this shit long #but pining hiccup is a fav #along with disaster flirty hiccup #he just wants that family life yanno #smitten au

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lady-literature · 4 years

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Accidental Crime Boss Marinette

Okay so,, I have this AU in my head, right? (not surprised) and I’m lacking any real direction for it (still not surprised) but it basically goes like this:

Marinette moves to Gotham.

She’s drawn there for whatever reason and the kwami are saying something about balance and being a Guardian and her sacred duty and something but Marinette isn’t really listening. She’s too busy trying to find a shop front where she can open a bakery without having to worry about getting mugged every time she steps outside.

Chloé comes with her, obviously, because they’re friends and Chloé has a business degree she puts to good use actually running Mari’s bakery and online boutique while Mari gets to bake and fuck around basically. Adrien, Luka and Kagami are not there, but that’s mostly because they travel too much to settle down and keeping an empty apartment in Gotham is just asking for trouble.

Kagami is a world-renowned fencer and Luka travels the world for his music company. Not touring, but soaking up cultures and ways of life so he can make soundtracks to movies and tv shows. Providing the background and life to a film is more his style than touring the world ala his father, Jagged Stone.

Adrien is having the time of his life being Kagami’s trophy husband. He has no pressing responsibilities he doesn’t take on for himself and he gets to fuck with the world’s elite with little to no consequences. He spends most of his days donating far too much money to charities and orphanages and then causing minor scandals that land him on the cover of magazines.

He has much the same kind of ‘dumbass with a heart of gold’ persona to the media as Bruce Wayne does, only without the playboy bits.

(There is a wall in the back of the bakery, where Chloé and Mari carefully cut out and frame every headline and ridiculous picture Adrien has. He is very much delighted when he learns about his ‘wall of fame’.)

Anyway, Marinette finds herself with a bakery not overly far from crime alley, much to Chloé’s chagrin.

(“What do you mean it ‘just felt right’?! I swear to kwami, DC, you’re going to get us robbed and sold into slavery.”)

They do not get sold into salvery.

In fact, despite their less than stellar choice of locale, they do pretty well for themselves. The only problems they have (according to Chloé) is the army of children Marinette accidentally attracted.

When asked, Marinette tells everyone that it was an accident. Meanwhile, Chloé, standing behind her, will shake her head and insist there was literally never any other option for them the moment that first kid came in looking to nab some cash and a few pastries.

Mari lives by the phrases, ‘kindness breeds more kindness’ and ‘do unto others’ and all that other nice person shit. Chloé just lets Mari pseudo-adopt her strays and makes sure that they don’t steal anything too important in the time it takes her to gain their loyalty.

The kwami stay staunchly out of any arguments involving the kids (and eventually the homeless all along their street and every working girl in a five-block radius). They do so with a special brand of amusement that never means good things for either of them. (After all, the last time the kwami looked that amused, they moved to Gotham.)

The first kid is named Serrure, as Marinette comes to learn over the next month after he returns again and again, getting closer and closer like a feral cat. Other kids come during that time, all of them too small and too thin and too guarded for Mari's tastes. She wants to wrap them all up and tuck them into bed but she can’t. She has to be patient, has to be gentle. These kids are just as likely to bite her hand as they are to accept help.

Serrure becomes an almost permanent fixture at the bakery after that first month. Mari’s not quite sure what she did to get through to him, but she did, she supposes. He can’t be much older than eleven and looks nine, but after getting settled, she and Chloé discover this little slip of a boy is just as mischievous as Trixx and has all the dramatics of their favorite black cat.

The kwami, when talking about him, only refer to Serrure as Loki, even after Marinette scolds them for it. She eventually gives up trying to correct them, it’s not like Serrure talks to them anyway(yet)((that she knows of)).

There’s an apartment above the bakery, which is where Chloé and Mari and all her strays that grow to trust her enough live. It’s three bedrooms, and at first, Mari just buys as many bunk beds as she can fit into the spare room and calls it a day. The kids feel safe in her home, which isn’t too surprising. Everyone thinks the bakery feels safe, feels like home or comfort or whatever else eases their minds.

And Marinette should hopes so. She certainly put enough time and effort and magic and energy into the wards around this place for that to happen. To protect her and the children and all her strays that no one else will help.

But, she eventually amasses too many kids to fit into the one room. Chloé throws a fit about having to share with Mari again—“I had enough of that in university thank you very much”—but she relinquishes easily enough.

Mari buys more bunk beds, and Serrure has taken to sneaking into her room to curl up in her bed anyway, and sometimes the smaller kids who have nightmares will come in and pile on as well.

(There are only a few that Chloé will allow to do the same with her. It is considered a high honor and breeds a playful kind of jealousy that Chloé finds amusing. Mari scolds her for pitting the kids against each other.)

That only lasts them another two months.

“This is getting ridiculous,” Chloé tells her one day before the kids wake up. Mari is at the stove, cooking and baking for a small army while Chloé balances the books. “There’s not enough room for us all, DC, and the only reason someone hasn’t come barrelling down on us about the abundance of children is by the grace of your absurd amount of luck.”

“Well I can’t just kick them out, Queenie! What do you want from me?”

“Either we need to buy more real estate in this city—which I’d rather not do—or you open up the grimoire and start building pocket dimensions. I know you can. I’ve read the chapter.”

Marinette looks at her. “That is such a bad idea.”

They do the idea.

And then Mari adds about a thousand more wards to the bakery, carved into the wood and counter and anything that’s a permanent fixture. Doorways become particularly ward heavy, what with them being the entrances and exits to the hidden realms and children’s’ rooms.

The apartment above the bakery isn’t quite infinite but it gets pretty damn close some days.

This also means, of course, that all the kids definitely know about magic now. Some of them—Serrure—have known about it for a while she knows, but it’s different now. The kwami followed her around most of the time and she doesn’t keep them trapped in the Miracle Box like Fu did, but now that the kids know, they don’t bother staying hidden.

The children, at least, love them and the kwami adore them with all the ferocity a god can give. After Chloé gets over her ‘ew children’ phase, she throws herself into their education (on top of actually running the businesses Mari keeps, mind you). She has the help of the kwami, who act as personal tutors to the children, and it’s not long before the kids start to joke about her being the Principal.

(Some tried to call her Warden, but that joke didn’t last long.)

Marinette has also been telling the kids bedtime stories ever since this started. Old stories of the Guardian and Chosens who fought back the darkness, she shares all she knows of the Orders history with these kids and it’s not until Wayzz points it out to her does she realize what she’s doing.

“Ladybugs are known for renewal. It is no surprise that you are rebuilding what was lost.”

Rebuilding the Order using children was certainly not her intention but, well. She supposes there’s no place safer for her kids than what is shaping up to be the new Miracle Temple. It’s the only haven where they can learn to harness their Gifts and powers, it’s the only place where they can be surrounded by others like them without being thrust into superhero-dom.

Context: about a month into this whole circus, Marinette had realized there was a significant—almost all of them really—amount of metas and Gifted in her little hoard of strays. Which is… odd. Especially with how few metas there are in Gotham.

She had asked the kwami about it, and they have that amused look again. “You are their guardian.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re their guardian. True, you are the Guardian of us, of the ancient ways, but you are a guardian at your soul too. You protect what is yours, and they are yours whether you realise it or not. The children can sense that, so they flock to you.”

And, huh. She supposes that makes sense but that’s also really kind of strange and weird and she doesn't want to think about that anymore actually.

So things are… fine, Marinette supposes. The bakery is doing well, and she has about two dozen-plus helpers running around underfoot to help tend to the customers or run to the store or help in the back with the baking. And every kid of hers has new clothes, their street things thrown out for being too ragged and replaced with something fresh made by Marinette’s own hands.

She embroiders little fairy wings into the clothes normally, because that’s what her cloaked wards look like most times and the kids like it and its technically the logo for the bakery and there’s a million reasons she does it.

It is, perhaps, her first mistake.

(“It was certainly not your first,” Chloé will snark one dayin the future.)

Because now Marinette has an army of magical children learning to wield their powers and not fear them and they’re all wearing what can be considered her insignia and uh oh, it looks a lot like Mari is some sort of up and coming mob boss who uses kids and prostitutes and the homeless as runners. People on the street start calling her the Pixie, start referring to Chloé—her second in all things just as Chat had been her equal—as Wasp, as Yellowjacket, as the Unseelie.

(They cannot seem to pick a name for her, but Pixie is all but engraved in stone. Mari is not sure who coined it, and she doesn't think she wants to know.)

The first time the whole situation is brought to her attention, she punches the idiot who dared even imply such a thing so hard she knocks him out.

Because look. The kids are hers right? And she watches out for the people near her, makes sure the working girls are treated as well as they can be and offers the homeless extra food and a dry place to wait out the storm. She offers her hand and gives them all a place to rest, to eat, to exist without expectations or consequences.

She does that because she’s kind, because it hurts her to see people in need, to see them suffer, not because she’s hoping to gain something from it.

The fact that most of them repay her in gossip or information or bend her ear about the newest goings on in the corrupt elite or filthy underworld is strange, yes, but it’s nice to know what’s going on in the city, she supposes. And one time, Kathy, who works on the corner of Brookes and Gilmore, warned her of a drug raid that saved her an unnecessary trip to the police station so it’s not like it doesn't have it’s uses.

But mostly, Mari doesn't really think about all the information that’s unintentionally or otherwise passed onto her. She remembers it all, because it’s rude not to listen when people talk to her, but nothing comes of normally.

Not until Serrure—now twelve and well versed in the magic of illusions and glamors and knows almost as much about this city as her or the Bats—bursts into the bakery one day and grabs Mari away from the front counter right in the middle of a customer ordering. She should, perhaps, be a little angry at that but Tony, one of the older boys and just shy of sixteen, steps into her place almost immediately, so.

And then Serrure speaks and everything is pushed aside in favour of the next words to fall from his lips.

“Someone took Sophie,” he says and she nearly sees red.

After Serrure, Sophie has been here the longest. She is the youngest of them all, only seven, but oh so clever and kind and while she looks nothing like her, everyone calls her Mini-Mari. If Serrure is her beloved first son, Sophie is her treasured daughter.

She’s out the door in the next moment, storming her way to their base. She has Sophie and a handful of extra kids back by sunset, a little frightened, but no worse for wear. She doesn’t make a big deal out of it, besides making sure that the idiots who dared cross her never do so again, but word gets out.

Soon, her kids and teens and adults begin giving her more than just information, they begin giving her problems. Ones she’s meant to fix because she’s Pixie. She’s safety, she’s protection, she’s the one the people start to turn to for help.

And enter stage left, one Jason Todd who’s all snark and charm and smiles wrapped up in a nice leather bow and tall enough that Mari likely could climb him like a tree. If that was something she wanted, she guesses.

(She wants. She just won’t admit.)

He becomes a regular at the bakery and befriends most of her kids.

Mari’s wary when he first takes an interest in them. They’ve been hurt and a lot of them are still adjusting to being safe and it doesn't matter that this man is hot enough to burn, if he steps even a toe out of line with her kids she’ll make him wish he was never even born.

But, she stops worrying eventually. The kwami like him well enough, but seem to think something’s odd about him—but its Gotham, who isn’t strange?—and both Serrure and Sophie take to him like ducks to water and they’re both good judges of character.

There’s a certain intuition they both have that reminds Marinette just a bit too much about herself and pure magic. Not for the first time does she wonder if they got such strong magic from their parents or if it cropped up in them randomly, fostered by fortune and chance and the magic that’s so deeply seeped into the bones of her bakery it’ll be here long after she’s gone.

And, okay, so she was a little right to be wary because Jason was mostly there to investigate her. Far too many people respect her and are loyal to her and she has a veritable orphanage in her pocket and also Harley and Ivy like her and it just- it doesn’t look good right?

But Jason’s a good detective and it doesn't take him long at all to see that Mari is just as sweet and kind and loving as she appears to be. Not long after that, Red Hood declares Pixie and all of hers, under his protection. She, of course, is more than capable of taking care of her and hers, and the underworld knows this, has seen it, but he does it anyway.

The news, of course, gets back to Mari and she is… confused. Why would the Red Hood do something like that? She’s heard talk of him being sweet on kids, but to claim her? They’ve never even met.

Bonus points for Jason being there when she’s told about it. He kind of raises his eyebrow at her because, huh, that was fast, and then spends the next few minutes talking up the Red Hood to her much to her utter bafflement.

He actually keeps doing that too, talking up the Red Hood. Mari thinks he has a crush on the man for the longest time because of it. Until he reveals he is Red Hood, then she just wants to punch his stupidly handsome face for being such an idiot.

Shit happens from there and things go down and the two spend a couple of months dancing around each other and intentionally and unintentionally ruling the criminal underworld and at one point Marinette definitely punches Bruce and Batman in the face—separately, much to Jason’s unending joy—and she also definitely adopts Duke/Signal as well because that poor boy needs to know he’s not alone.

And it’s just them being domestic and badass and lowkey raising an army of children and falling in love while the kwami and the kids and Chloé are all in the background just yelling at them to get together already!

Which, they do. Eventually. After all the secrets come out and Jason knows about the magic and Order and meets Mari’s other friends, ie Kagami, Luka and Adrien who are all intimidating for wildly different reasons. And Mari finds out that Jason died and came back (which earns him the nickname firebird btw) and that he was a Robin once upon a time but is now Red Hood and oh my kwami it all makes sense now.

Jason confesses like three times via classic Victorian romance novel quotes because he’s a fucking literature nerd but it’s not until he basically spells it out for Mari does she really understand. it’s all very sweet and heartwarming and then the pair duck into one of the empty pocket dimensions they have lying around and aren’t seen for three days.

(No one really goes to look for them tbh)

Chloé definitely teases them about early honeymoons and things but besides the two being even more ridiculously lovey-dovey than usual, life goes back to normal. Or as normal as it gets for them.

And they all live happily ever after the end.

#maribat #jasonette #my typewriter #batfam #crime boss mari #miraculous ladybug #dc #mlb x dc #i was possessed by the need to write this all down #i have so many random ass moments from this au #just scenes taht barely fit together #zero coherency #let me know if yall want that ig #?

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Signing Up For Some Gay-Shit

Janie has professor Hale, who won’t shut up about his husband. She herself is trying to find the nerve to ask out Amishi, who is friends with a clumsy student named Stiles. Somehow, those overlap.

On AO3.

Ships: Sterek and lesbian OCs

Warnings: none

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Professor Hale is one of the most popular teachers on campus. He is smart, friendly, serious and incredibly handsome. His classes are continuously full with people, who signed on for his looks and are passing due to his teaching.

However, Professor Hale is most famous for getting distracted from his own study program – which he sticks to religiously – when asked about his husband.

Janie signed up after recommendation of her brother, who told her Professor Hale is a good teacher ‘despite the gay-shit.’ Seeing that Janie is also a bit of gay-shit herself, something her brother doesn’t know, she signed up immediately. Getting hope for the future as a queer person as well as a good lecturer, hell yeah.

But she hadn’t expected it to be quite so much.

The words ‘my husband’ have been spoken so many times, not even three weeks into the semester, that she can still hear them when she goes to bed. She also knows so much about this mystery man that she almost starts to question if she’s straight with how convincing Professor Hale is about his strong points.

She still learns so much about mythic history, but every lecture is peppered with comments like: “My husband and I once went to an Aztec temple. It was quite the adventure, if you want to call it that, perhaps nightmare is more apt,” or, “Don’t get my husband started on folklore based mythologies.”

Professor Hale never mentions his husband’s name, but outside of that, everything seems to be fair game to tell the class about.

Many people there have noted about how cute it is among each other and most study sessions Janie has attended are more gossip gatherings to try and piece together what sort of person this infamous husband is.

The current main theories are that he is 1) incredibly smart and probably sophisticated, another professor maybe one in history or religions as well, one that is more private. 2) a charismatic and smart – because the amounts of times professor Hale has called his husband smart is too many – actor or famous person, which is why they keep it on the down-low.

Janie thinks it’s ridiculous to theorize about their professor’s relationship, but it’s better than hearing the poetry about his eyes. She gets it on an aesthetic level, but sometimes she’s more concerned about her classmates, honestly.

Today they’re in the middle of the lecture when a phone starts to ring. All immediately look around, because everyone knows that professor Hale does not allow phones in class, only to whip their head around in surprise when they hear professor Hale pick up with: “What’s happening? Are you all okay?”

“Yes, of course I’m opening with that, you fucking dumbass,” professor Hale hisses into the phone as a reply to whoever just called. “You never call during my lectures, of course I’m going to think something is wrong.”

A beat, then an eyeroll. “Yes, I am in a lecture. So, fill me in.”

“No, you’re not hanging up after you called me just because I’m in a lecture. You’re explaining right now. Or I’m leaving them here and coming to you. Don’t think I won’t be able to find you if I need to.”

After a moment, professor Hale leans against his desk with a smug: “Good,” as he settles in to listen.

Janie’s eyebrows shoot up to her forehead. That’s not exactly a conversation she has ever had with anyone. She has never picked up the phone expecting the other person to be hurt or in trouble and a new spark of curiosity goes through her as she watches her professor.

As the person on the other side talks professor Hale’s face goes through a slew of emotions. The smug expression melts away for concern, before he frowns in confusion, finally ending on an exasperated yet fond look.

When he finally hangs up, it’s with a soft: “Good to hear, I’m glad. See you tonight. Love you.”

Those words cause a ripple of noise to go through the students assembled in the lecture hall as they all suddenly realize that the person who had called was professor Hale’s husband himself.

Professor Hale looks up at all of them at that point, like he had forgotten about the hall of 200 students, who have been watching his every move since the start of the semester in hopes of gathering the credit they need.

“Is everything alright, professor Hale?” Amishi asks, breaking through the chatter with the genuine kindness and concern Janie loves about her. Not that she has ever scrounged up the courage to talk to her yet.

It seems professor Hale also knows she is a good person, because he smiles kindly at her and assures them all: “Everything is fine. Apologies for that. My husband and friends have a habit of getting themselves in trouble, but no need to bail them out today.”

The last part is said like he’s joking, but there is still a small pause, before people laugh. He is a bit too casual about it and Janie can feel old theories being discarded and new ones being cooked up all around her.

Picking up on the vibe shifting in the room, professor Hales clears his throat, before moving on with his lecture.

That week, Janie gets into study group with Amishi. Nervously she sits besides the other girl, tucking her hair behind her ear as she softly says: “Hi, uhm, Janie. We share mythic history, I, uh, I could use some help with the whole folklore bit and you always seem to take good notes.”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” she shuffles to the side to make room for Janie. “Come sit. I’m Amishi.”

“Nice to meet you,” Janie says, as if she hasn’t long since gotten the name and major from a friend before now. “I do history, so this course is adding to cultural understanding and stuff. Why are you taking it?”

“I do criminology,” she smiles. “I might want to go into behavior or cult murders. This is for me to get a bit of a background on everything.”

“That’s so cool,” Janie gushes a bit, happy to see Amishi duck her head slightly, pleased grin on her face.

Then they delve into the coursework, Janie mentally fistpumping at the easy camaraderie with the other girl. After a while they’re properly distracted from the work again, talking about their own courses and gossip going around.

“I think professor Hale’s husband must be law, or secret service or something,” Amishi declares. “I mean, why else would he pick up like that. Or be available in his own classes – which he hates – unless he doesn’t want to miss a call from his lover, near peril each day.”

Janie snorts: “That’s a bit dramatic, but I suppose. However, professor Hale always says how clumsy he is, don’t think that’s good in combat.”

“True,” Amishi gives in, before saying, “God, I have the clumsiest guy in my courses, it’s hilarious. First day he tripped over his own feet and spilled his coffee all over himself, then moments later he spat his water everywhere.”

“Quite a feat,” Janie giggles.

“Yeah,” Amishi agrees, encouraged by her reaction. “Last week he was late and full on sprinted against the closed door, while the other was open. He still has a bruise on his jaw, poor kid. But I wouldn’t trust Stiles with a gun, not for a second.”

“What kind of name is Stiles?” Janie can’t help, but ask.

“I don’t know, but he chose it himself,” Amishi shrugs. “Apparently he has a Polish name, knew he was being called on when the professor started to hesitate, I can relate to that.”

“Yeah…” Janie nods. “Does he at least have style to go with the name?”

“No, not at all,” Amishi laughs and they’re off talking again.

The next lecture of professor Hale Janie sits next to Amishi, trying to ignore the fact that the professor had quirked his brow at her, before giving her a knowing look. Her blush in response has probably given her away, but Amishi didn’t notice, so the slow wooing plan is still in motion.

Though wooing plans have to be put on hold for professor Hale’s lecture. Janie likes his lectures, so she takes her notes, even if they’re not color coded and neat like Amishi’s.

It’s nice, kind of peaceful.

A few lectures later that changes. Professor Hale is late and he is never later. So when they’re all seated and he’s not there, murmurs start to go through the crowd. Someone is just yelling that they’re allowed to leave after fifteen minutes when professor Hale bursts through the door, suspiciously not out of breath for someone who has obviously been running.

“I’m sorry guys,” professor Hale says as he starts setting up. “There was a bit of a hiccup this morning.”

He looks suitably disheveled. His hair is not in its perfect shape, mused on one side, which he is trying to tame as he taps on his laptop to set up his powerpoint. However, something else catches Janie’s attention and before she’s aware she has exclaimed: “Is that blood on your shirt?”

Professor Hale looks a bit startled at her words, but she is more focused on the dark splotches on the gray shirt. Why the hell is he late?!? Secret service is suddenly not so crazy.

“Oh, uhm,” professor Hale looks at his shirt, before looking a bit sheepish and apologetic as he says: “Sorry for that, my husband tripped this morning, had a horrible nosebleed.” No one sees how he nearly laughs at that, a memory of cousin Miguel coming to the surface. “It’s why I’m late.”

“Is he alright?” Amishi asks.

“He’s fine, thank god,” professor Hale answers, genuinely. “His clumsiness makes more appearances than I’d like, honestly. I worry when he’s not in sight. Always seems to get himself in trouble. All his brainpower goes into his smarts, not his movement.” Okay, maybe not secret service.

That earns the professor some coos, from those who find his worried protectiveness adorable, before he manages to start his lecture. He gets them back on track pretty well, despite the jerky start.

Once the lecture is done, Janie packs up, walking out with Amishi discussing when to hang out to compare notes, something Janie hopes to turn into a date one of these days. But before she can scrounge up the courage, they’re nearly bowled over by a loud blur.

“Oh my god, I am so so sorry, I did not see you there. Like, I was going and suddenly you were there, which is not an excuse, so sorry. Truly, sorry- Oh, hey Amishi,” the blur rambles as Janie blinks until a lanky young man comes into view.

“Hey Stiles,” Amishi sighs fondly as she allows the other to help her up.

Then Amishi helps Janie up as she reconciles the young man in front of her with the klutz from her courses Amishi told her about. She can definitely see the clumsy and the lack of fashion with the horridly clashing flannel and shirt combo he’s wearing.

“Hey, again, I’m so sorry,” Stiles says, wincing. He has a bruise on his face and a cut on his hand, which he probably got in another incident like this.

“It’s alright,” Janie smiles awkwardly at him. “We’re fine.”

“Thank god, won’t be a good look, going around mowing down my fellow students,” Stiles grins. “I’m Stiles Stilinski by the way.”

“Janie, Janie Paulson,” Janie replies, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you,” Stiles grins. “Amishi told me about you. Said you were chill.”

“She did?” Janie can’t help but ask.

Amishi elbows Stiles, who swiftly changes topics before Janie can pry further. “You’re talking the mythic history course? That’s awesome! I wanted to take it too, but my friends convinced me it was a bad idea.”

“Why would it be a bad idea?” Amishi asks

“Oh, I have an overactive imagination,” Stiles tells them brightly. “I would probably start seeing that stuff everywhere once I get into it.”

None of them hear professor Hale snort in the empty classroom behind them. While Amishi deadpans: “You literally look at crime scene photos all day.”

“It’s different,” Stiles shrugs. “Anyway, I was on my way before I so graciously bowled you two lovely ladies over, so I’m going to leave you two to it. It was nice meeting you, Janie!”

“Yeah, you too,” Janie manages to call after him, before he disappears with more movement and some curses. She turns to Amishi and raises a brow.

Amishi says: “Well, that was Stiles.”

“Interesting character. Seems nice,” Janie grins.

“He is when he’s not being a fucking idiot,” Amishi tells her. “Come on, lets do coffee and discuss all of this, because I’m never keeping these names straight.”

“Hell yeah,” Janie follows after her, because this sounds close to a coffee date and with Stiles’ words, she might actually have a chance.

They get their coffee at the local coffee shop that they both love. It has these dark green walls and plants everywhere, giving it the perfect study vibes. Janie treats herself to a brownie, while Amishi decides to get a cookie.

At first they actually focus on their work, but Amishi is better with the names than she led Janie to believe and it’s fresh enough on their mind that revising isn’t really useful. Neither of them comments on that, however, instead letting their conversation drift along.

“How did you hear about professor Hale’s class?” Amishi asks, conversationally.

“Oh, my brother said he as good despite the gay-shit and seeing that I am gay-shit myself, I decided I had to check it out,” Janie shrugs, casually, while scanning Amishi’s face at the fact that she weaved that into conversation.

Amishi has never shown distaste surrounding professor Hale being married to a man, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. So when she says: “You’re gay?” in a surprised voice, Janie takes the plunge and hopes that’s a good reaction as she nods: “Yeah, bigass lesbian, that’s me.”

“Thank god!” Amishi says. “Sorry, that’s a weird reaction. I’m bi, but haven’t met many other queer students that I’ve clicked with, except Stiles. But Stiles has this whole intimidating friend group, so that never went anywhere.”

Okay, score! She has a chance. Janie grins and salutes: “Happy to be of service.”

“You’re an idiot,” Amishi tells her, pushing her over, though she is smiling and that’s enough for Janie, who stares at her for a moment. Amishi becomes a bit shy as she asks: “What?”

“Oh, uhm,” Janie realizes she has been staring. “You have something on your cheek. Wait, I got it,” she reaches out and softly wipes it away, never really breaking eye contact.

“Thanks,” Amishi says softly, looking down at her notes. She clears her throat: “So, names.”

They return to the work and Janie tries to decide if that was a moment, or just a friend thing as she steals glances at Amishi’s beautiful, dark and concentrated eyes.

She hasn’t figured it out when the next lecture rolls around and hasn’t had the chance to talk with Amishi again that week. A bit unsure, she slides into the seat next to her, relieved when she smiles at her.

Professor Hale then starts his lecture, however at some point he stops and says: “Do you guys mind if I eat real quick? I didn’t have time for breakfast this morning and my husband will skin me if I didn’t eat the food he packed me.”

That earns him some chuckles as everyone assures him it’s fine.

He then pulls out an honest to god paper bag, like they’re in some sort of movie. Pulling out the food, causes a pink paper to flutter to the ground. When he picks it up, Janie can clearly see it’s heart-shaped and whatever it says, makes professor Hale flush bright red in a way that Janie hadn’t known he could do.

“What do you think it says?” she whispers to Amishi.

“Probably how he can’t wait to be eaten like that sandwich,” Amishi jokes softly as professor Hale chokes on his food. Amishi comments: “I’m glad my skin doesn’t show blushing like that, damn.”

Janie inspects her own pale arms and grimaces, muttering: “Lucky.”

“Ahw, come on, can’t be that bad,” Amishi says. “Now your freckles show. It’s cute.”

And there goes Janie, flushing like an idiot as she says in a strangled voice: “Shut up.” Proceeding to nearly die as Amishi giggles at her.

In that time, professor Hale has quickly wolfed down his food and is resuming his lecture, the tips of his ears still red.

No one there can ever know the note read: I’m always safe with you, sourwolf, but you can’t protect me without proper nutrients. Let me take care of you like you care for me. I love you, Der-bear! ~Your lovely husband, if I do say so myself ;p

It’s so simple and so Stiles and Derek just loves him so much that he couldn’t help, but blushing at his sweet words. The words of his students, however, did not help, so now he is still teaching, slightly mortified over how soft words did more to him than anything explicit ever could.

Janie meanwhile, can’t meet Amishi’s eyes, taking her notes with a blush still painting her cheeks. It felt like a moment there and Amishi’s voice. God, her voice. No, focus! But her lips…

Yeah, it isn’t the most productive class for her.

Afterwards, she has calmed her fluttering heart enough to talk again and is chatting with Amishi, who says: “I’m going to a study group with a few people from criminology this Thursday. We have one hell class that only Stiles seems to get, but it’s mostly fun. It’s at Stacy’s Diner, you should come too.”

“Sure, sounds fun,” Janie says, then spots her brother yelling her name. She rolls her eyes and nods at them. “Sorry, an idiot is calling. I’ll see you there?”

“Alright! It starts at five,” Amishi tells her, before Janie takes off.

She eats lunch with her brother, mentally planning an outfit for a fucking study group of all things as she tries to convince herself that she should just make a move.

Thursday rolls around and Janie has put on her gayest nice outfit she can find. She doesn’t know if she’s more nervous about the people she doesn’t know, or about being around Amishi in this new context.

About the new people, she shouldn’t have worried, because when she arrives, the guy she recognizes as Stiles calls out: “Janie, hi! Sorry about running you over that one time. Promise I won’t do that again.”

To which another jeers: “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Stilinski.” Before turning to Janie and saying: “He has unintentionally hit everyone here at least once. Welcome to the club. I’m Cillian.”

“Janie,” she introduces herself as the others do the same.

Amishi is luckily there to pull her next to herself, before forcing her to order the strawberry milkshake, since it is the best every, apparently. Janie isn’t complaining, especially when she steals a sip, a bit of her lipstick remaining on the straw.

They’re working on police procedure in their courses right now and all have become constricted in the administration. Except Stiles, who proudly says: “My dad is the sheriff back home. Police procedure is my bitch.”

He gets a lot of eyerolls, but no one counters him and Janie gets a look at the smart side that Amishi told her about as he coaches everyone through the different forms. He is still animated, arms flying around as he talks, but he reworks his rambling way of talking to clear instructions.

Janie doesn’t get much of her own work done, but she doesn’t mind. She’s pretty up to date on her work and it’s much more fun to participate with the others, being even more clueless than them.

The group has just decided to take a break to eat some food, when a phone rings. Stiles is in the middle pushing a bunch of curly fries into his mouth as he dives for the phone, picking up: “Hey, sourwolf.”

He quickly chews to reply: “Yes, I’m eating let me live. I have that study group, remember? I was going to be nice and bestow my knowledge on the masses.”

That earns him some protests, which he ignores in favor of listening to whoever is on the line.

Janie sends Amishi a curious look, who explains: “His boyfriend. Won’t tell us much about him, which is highly frustrating, but he’s pretty whipped.”

She nods in reply, just as Stiles bemusedly exclaims: “Oh my god, are you for real! You need to learn to say no to Scott’s puppy dog eyes, this is ridiculous.” A beat. “Yes, you can hand the phone to him.”

There is a wait as the phone gets handed to this Scott person before Stiles says: “Scott, buddy, my man, my hombre. I know you want all the candy and shit for movie night, but you’re all going to get sick if you eat that much. Just listen to me and Derek.”

“No, I don’t care that you’re Mr. Leader-man,” Stiles sighs fondly at whatever is said. “Teeth are still dead matter, that isn’t just going to heal like that. And all of you hate the dentist, so do us all a favor and get a normal amount of snacks. Alright, dumbass?”

It appears that Scott gives in, because soon Stiles is grinning: “Good, now hand me back to my beloved Der-bear. I need my grumpy fix, before I get back to my courses.”

When he talks again, his voice is obviously different than when talking to Scott. It can only be described as filled with love, as he says: “Hi! Take care of them all, you hear me. And have fun, those grumpy eyebrows deserve a break every once in a while.”

He chuckles at whatever Derek says. Then smugly goes: “I am a delight and you love me.”

“Of course I love you too,” he smiles, practically melting as he says it. “I’ll see you tonight. And I expect cuddles. Bye, bye!”

After that it’s over.

Stiles looks back at all of them, seemingly not caring at all about the fact that they’re blatantly eavesdropping. “Sorry about that.” He doesn’t sound sorry in the slightest.

“So, how’s the boyfriend,” Cillain asks, leaning in like they’re gossiping.

Without blinking Stiles pushes his face away as he informs them: “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“I honestly don’t know why you keep saying that,” Amishi says. “You live together and share everything. How are you not dating? Can you hear yourself when you talk to him? Are you that oblivious?”

He raises a brow and says: “I’m not the oblivious one between us.” Somehow, making Janie feel like she’s being addressed.

“Whatever you say,” Amishi shrugs.

“Come on, man. You can’t keep doing the mysterious thing forever,” Cillian begs, before they can move on from the topic. “Why are you so set on being secretive about it when you obviously love bragging about it?”

“One, that is none of your business. Two, it’s because what we discussed about it,” Stiles says. “Now, lets get back to this. If we work quickly, I can catch the tail end of movie night. Hopefully before they’ve finished all the snacks.”

“How are you not dating again?” Cillian mutters, though he does drop it, before they get back to work.

Once everyone gets it, Stiles is out of there. He says a quick goodbye to all of them, before climbing out of the booth, tripping over himself.

“So, what’s the situation there?” Janie asks when he’s gone.

“He and this Derek guy live together and he’s obviously head over heels for him. By the sound of it, they’re as good as married, but Stiles insists he’s not his boyfriend,” Amishi explains.

“We know little to nothing about him and it’s so frustrating, because whoever he is, he has zero online presence,” Cillian complains. “We study criminology, we like mysteries. But this is getting too much.”

“That did sound like a relationship,” Janie agrees tentatively.

She is met with more agreement and a few groans, before the study group slowly dissolves with more and more people leaving until it’s just Janie and Amishi. For a moment, Janie thinks about confessing, remembering Stiles’ words about Amishi being the oblivious one, but instead she says: “I had fun. Thanks for inviting me.”

“Yeah, no problem,” Amishi replies. “Walk to the dorms together?”

“Sure.”

Soon the semester is drawing to a close and Janie knows that in a bit she and Amishi won’t be sharing a course anymore. That doesn’t mean they won’t see each other anymore, but if she doesn’t make a move they might grow apart. She knows all this, but it’s still too scary and she just needs another push, just something to make her believe it can work out.

She gets that push two lectures later. Professor Hale is in the middle of his lecture when the door bursts open as a whirlwind of motion comes in.

Everyone’s head whips to the noise. Usually when someone is late, they’ll try to subtly side in, but not this person. This person is loudly interrupting professor Hale’s class, mouth already running, before he’s close to the teacher.

“I’m so sorry about this, sourwolf. I swear I’m making it up to you, but this is incredibly important and I have no other choice,” the person says.

It’s only when Amishi whispers: “What the actual fuck,” in a heartfelt voice that Janie realizes the person is Stiles. Like study group, Amishi’s course mate, clumsy smart, Stiles.

“My beautiful and hard working loving girl broke down and I have that internship interview today, which I’m running late for, because Isaac had forgotten his scarf and came to get it, so I really, really need the keys to the Camaro if I wanna have a chance at making it,” Stiles explains.

And professor Hale, who hates being interrupted, drops his lecture to dig through his bag while Stiles bounces on his toes. As he searches, he says: “Isaac has a key, he could get in. You didn’t have to wait for him.”

“I know, but he sounded a bit upset over the phone, so I wanted to make sure he was okay,” Stiles replies.

“Is he alright?” professor Hale asks, before pulling out the car key out with a triumphant noise.

“Yeah, he had just finished his book. Who gave him one with a sad ending anyway?” Stiles tells him, before taking the keys. “Thanks so much, you’re my hero.”

“Probably Lydia,” professor Hale says, before pushing Stiles towards the door. “Now go kick ass in your interview.”

“I always do,” Stiles tells him, turning to plant a kiss on their professor’s cheek. “But a kiss for luck can’t hurt.”

“You’re an idiot,” professor Hale rolls his eyes, but obligingly kisses Stiles’ cheek. “Now go. You were running late, remember.”

“Ah, fuck,” Stiles exclaims, checking his watch, before sprinting away. “I love you, Der-bear. Don’t be a sourwolf. And eat vegetables for lunch!”

“Just go, Stiles,” professor Hale yells, exasperated yet so overtly fond. “And I love you too.” Then Stiles is gone and it’s just professor Hale and the students. He claps in his hands. “Sorry about that, guys. Now, where were we.”

“Is he really going to move on like nothing happened?” Janie questions out loud, only realizing how hard she said that when it pierces through the quiet.

“I can’t believe I never connected the dots,” Amishi exclaims. “Clumsy Stiles, who insists he isn’t dating Derek. Professor D. Hale. And we ran into him outside. How could I not have noticed. He’s married!”

Professor Hale blushes, especially when Janie’s comment gets more support and more people start saying things like Amishi. He quiets them down again. “I get it, it’s all very interesting, but I can assure you that nothing about my husband will be on the exam.”

“Could have fooled me with how much he talks about him,” Janie jokes to Amishi quietly, this time, though professor Hale flushes more.

“Look, I know you’re all curious, but there’s a reason we don’t tell people who we’re with on campus, so I’m going to continue with my lecture,” professor Hale says. “He’s worth it all and I don’t need rumors floating around when I would give my life for him. Alright.”

It is silent in the lecture hall. Everyone there can feel how much professor Hale means it all. He takes their silence as a yes and starts his lecture again.

Janie thinks about it. Professor Hale married to a student. It’s a big risk, especially when being gay as well. A lot of people can use it against them. It can be a danger.

‘He’s worth it all’

In their every interaction Janie has witnessed, unknowingly or not, she felt how much the two mean to each other. It’s beautiful how they found each other and Janie wants something like that for herself as well. But she won’t unless she takes a risk first.

She glances at Amishi, who just happens to meet her eye. Or maybe- maybe she’s been looking just like Janie has.

Professor Hale is still talking in the background, but Janie can’t focus on anything but Amishi in that moment. Slowly she reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind Amishi’s ear, before smiling: “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“What?” Amishi squeaks, ducking her head.

Normally professor Hale is very strict about talking in class, but he doesn’t cut Janie off as she tells Amishi: “You’re breathtaking. I- uhm, I would love to take you to dinner sometime, if you’d like that?”

“Oh,” the shocked ‘O’ on Amishi’s face very kissable, though Janie restrains herself. It’s not really a huge hardship when it turns into a blinding smile: “I’d love to.”

Janie smiles back, before focusing back on the lecture, though not before linking hands with Amishi, refusing to let go the entire time.

Yeah, some risks are worth it and she is so glad for signing up for some gay-shit.

A/N:

I have always wanted to write one of these fics, like every year without fail I go down a rabbit hole and this time I am finally free of my cringe phase and doing whatever the fuck I want, so Teen Wolf fic in 2022 baby

Btw, ngl, the lesbian subplot took over my brain bc I am a bigass lesbian, rip to Sterek fans, we’re in this now (though there was a tie in! Go me, writing my actual fic lmao)

#RR writing #the lesbians distracted me #but that's beside the point #OCs #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #stiles x derek #derek hale #sterek #college student! Stiles #professor!Derek Hale #teen wolf fanfiction #outsiders pov

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i-need-air · 3 years

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After seeing your marriage hc’s I’d like to request hc’s of Hawks, Aizawa, Bakugo, and Shinsou reacting to their wife’s water breaking prematurely and at random. Mainly like everyone’s at a party and having a good time and suddenly someone’s like “Y/N, did you spill something?” Y/N:*doesn’t have a drink on her so she’s confused until she looks down and realizes what happened* OH-

💀💀💀💀 ok but all these guys' babies coming out whenever they foken want is a headcanon by itself, like we all know they'd be like their fathers coming and going whenever they feel like and that kills me akjdksjsj this ask made me laugh so hard but omg i felt the embarrassment when writing, send help I—

Hawks:

× your due date was approaching quickly and Hawks was so attentive it hurt

× you had to insist to go out with you friends because bird-brain was getting very worried/protective

× you finally came to an agreement: lowkey party at your house BUT you're not moving a finger

× like you could; Keigo would jump up and grab anything for you and for everyone else

× the good thing is that you ordered takeout and your friends brought goodies, much like Hawks himself so you just sat and talked with everyone while he looked at you with stars in his eyes

× everyone was talking about your future baby and just celebrating the new life about to come around and I swear, this man's feathers puffed proudly every single time

× you had such a great time, enjoying the laughter and good energy you were surrounded by when you got thirsty

× Keigo was in the kitchen, his feathers bringing some sweets for everyone in the living room so you got up [ struggled to ] and headed towards his direction

× Mirko was the one that pointed it out as she was assigned the duty to follow you around [ while she made fun of Keigo for being a mama hen but ok ]

× "Hey, [Y/N], did you drop something on you...?"

× you couldn't even see bc of your belly but you definitely heard a crash in the kitchen and some rushed steps

× as fast as humanly possible, your husband was by your side wide eyed

× "What happened?" he asked trying to be casual but his eyes roamed over you until they landed under your feet...

× "I didn't drop anything, I just wanted some water—"

× "You should have told me, birdie. Wait... Where did you get the water then?"

× "I didn't...?"

× everyone kinda stared confused until one of your friends started panicking because the heroes there were just confused???

× "Wait, you broke waters!"

× "oh, right" you mutter while honey colored eyes stare at you in shock

× how did you both forget about that? you talked about it some days ago, like—

× Panic! Hidden by a casual attitude

× meanwhile now you're embarrassed because what the hell, mini-bird?

× he orders his feathers to clean around but fails miserably while trying to grab clothes for your hospital stay

× your friends have to calm him down as they offered to help clean up and you're just embarrassed because c'mon, man

× i swear, this man does it in a rush anyway and asks everyone to keep calm [ 🙄 ] while he takes his little angel to the hospital

× car ride? lmfao have fun flying, this is an eMeRgEnCy [ trust me, you're always safe with him, no doubt of that ]

× you try to open your mouth but he's just reassuring you; "You're doing amazing, angel."; "Just a little longer and we're there!"; meanwhile you haven't fucking changed your wet clothes and were getting annoyed

× bursts into the hospital like he owns it

× guess who's sent back home and told to come back when the contraptions get stronger? mhm.

× you almost smack him bc he literally gave you no time to talk once you're back at home

× he's a dumb bird but he's your dumb bird 💕

× [ your friends stayed to clean up the dishes just to easen your burden so you find them there when you come back. they had a great time laughing at your husband before they left you with the promise they'll visit asap at the hospital ]

× honestly he's normally very calm and calculating but this time around the nervousness of being a father got to him, so please forgive him

Aizawa Shouta:

× the most chill of them all and that's very reassuring for someone who is pregnant

× you've promised him you'd take things easy and not force yourself to do much

× and even if you wanted to, honestly you couldn't

× but he's been such an amazing person to you, made you lunches, gave you back massages, did all the tough tasks around the house 🥺 so when he forgot his lunch at home, rare of him, you wanted to surprise him, completely forgetting the school had one of the best chef in the world;;;

× your body was screaming for some fresh air too so you decided to go towards U.A.

× it wasn't a long walk, really, since he had to be close to the school anyway

× so when you arrived at mid-day the first person to greet you was principal Nezu and trust me, he was so excited to see you after so long!

× he accompanied you to the teachers' room where they had all their desks already knowing he would be there shortly

× you greet All Might, which beamed to see you and started a small conversation

× the bell rang, indicated class finished and lunchbreak starter which made you excited to know you'll see your husband shortly

× and you knew he was approaching when a loud voice could be heard on the hallways

× the door opened, Shouta and Yamada walking in, the blond talking excitedly until it stopped

× "[Y/N], so good to see you!" He screamed

× Shouta's eyes snapped towards you in surprise and he walked to you in a faster pace than before

× he ignored everyone else as he scolded you "Didn't we agree you'd take it easy?"

× "Well, good to see you too" 😒😤

× a quick banter takes over you two as you hugged Hizashi and handled your husband his lunch

× "You should sit down" Nezu suggested and you started to feel the ache of walking, so you moved towards one of the chairs with Aizawa's help

× "Seriously, you're more stubborn than my students" he'd mutter, nudging your shoulder slightly, all through a smile

× but before you could reach the chair you felt it, the water running from between your legs;;;

× you gripped his hand harshly and Hizashi screamed

× "What tHe HeLL diD I STEP ON?!???"

× the mf was following you two suggesting to eat lunch together and?????

× ok, so everyone freezes until Nezu clears his throat;;;

× "I'll call Chiyo, you two wait right here!" he escapes, All Might somehow on his toes

× you turn your head towards Aizawa horrified about to suggest cleaning the mess up before getting ready to leave when...

× "WAIT, I STEPPED ON BABY JUICE!?"

× Recovery Girl came around but was pleased to know both of you were prepared for this moment, although she did have to wake Hizashi up, since he fainted; Shouta, being the big boy he is, cleaned the floor without making a big deal out of it

× at the end of the day all you could do was smile before realizing what's about to come; your baby will be surrounded by amazing people and it's all that mattered

Bakugou Katsuki:

× this guy prepares in secret; don't question all the baby books you find sneaked around the house like it's not your damned home too but whatever;;;

× Bakugou is very protective over you, he also takes charge of everything, which makes you feel bad bc you seriously feel like you can't do anything anymore

× it happened at the Bakugou household [ your in laws excitedly invited you over the phone but also suggested that they could drop by if you weren't in conditions to go there ]

× you put your foot down and said you would, knowing it would freak your husband out and guess what? it did

× but you really wanted to go out, you felt extremely bored and babied at home and were in need of social interactions

× "I swear I married the most stubborn dumbass ever—" he'd mutter as he drove you both there

× dinner was amazing, as always, and Mitsuki was making it even better by telling you funny stories from Katsuki's childhood, earning scoffs from him

× the normal arguments started and you were gently escorted by Masaru to the living room, both ignoring the banter happening by the dining table

× he joked around with you when you felt a kick saying he can definitely tell who the kid will take from, as if your baby wanted to participate in the argument too

× anyway you stopped mid-track saying you wanted to go to the bathroom; you really felt like going all of a sudden

× when you started heading towards there [ Katsuki chiming in asking if you need help, wtf ], you knew

× i mean, everyone knew;; your water broke, but want to know what else broke too? hell. hell broke loose

× "What are you staring at?! Go help [Y/N]!"

× "I know, old hag!" He rushed to you as Mitsuki went to grab some cleaning supplies

× you're apologizing profusely but you're brushed off instantly

× "No big deal, [Y/N], everything will be okay" Masaru, bless him, was by your side as his son went to grab the bag he has prepared in secret from the car

× you ended up going all together to the hospital as contraptions increased

× Katsuki was on your side reciting word by word what's going to happen, remembering the parenting books by memory; it was making you roll your eyes at them because yes, you knew;

× "Did you fucking tell her to push?" Mitsuki screamed

× "I—! SHUT THE TELL UP!" he screamed back then turned to you, telling you to breathe to just freeze in place

× both shut up as you glared at them;

× it seems the new Bakugou member really wanted to take part of the argument for before 💀

Hitoshi Shinsou:

× life was finally settling between you two

× his career, even if it was focused underground, was rocketing up, he was married to an amazing person and you were having a beautiful baby together? Shinsou was a happy man

× you both talked about how to deal when time comes and everything was settled, you even had a suitcase ready for the hospital stay

× he was so attentive 🥺

× anyway your friends suggested to see you before the big day comes and you agreed it had to be now because as your due day approached, you wanted to be home

× so you went to a small restaurant near your house to meet Izuku, Uraraka and Denki, as the days before you met your families and other friends

× Ochako got you an insane amount of gifts, Izuku was reading about parenthood idk why 💀 and Denki was just patting Shinsou's back congratulating him again and again

× you had a great time to say at least

× you snorted at Denki when he touched your belly and got a kick in response

× "Just like his father, ready to put you in place" Uraraka smiled, patting the blond on the back whike Shinsou grabbed your hand with a smirk

× but you froze in place as you smiled back because you felt it

× and dripping water could be heard

× did you just—?

× Shinsou caught on instantly on your discomfort and talked even before you could

× "What's wrong?" while you looked down, which his gaze followed

× Ok, this man is gonna stop functioning for a second, it is what it is

× meanwhile you're mortified because YOU'RE IN A RESTAURANT, YOU'RE REGULARS HERE AND YOU FUCKING BROKE WATERS HERE

× you got up in a rush yet he's faster

× everyone catches up and they all start to be frantic [ specially poor Denki ]

× the old lady that owns the restaurant comes by and has to be the one to calm the group while you apologize profusely

× she shushes you saying she's had four children, she understands completely

× Shinsou offers to help clean up, so do you, Izuku is startled in a corner being comforted by the brunette and Denki... he's fucking calling an ambulance—?????? Good thing your husband grabbed his phone before he started talking...

× but at the end you're both reassured everything is taken care of as long as you promise to bring the bundle of sunshine around the restaurant as soon as possible

× you're definitely not crying;;;

× anyway he just takes you home and helps you start taking note of the contraptions while getting everything ready to go

× honestly you were scared and so was he, but he stood by your side all the time whispering how amazing you're doing

× the restaurant owners greeted you like you were family afterwards so it's all water under the bridge— k I'll leave 💀

#aizawa shouta x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #keigo takami x reader #hawks x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #noire writes #bnha headcanons #bakugou x reader

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peach-pops · 4 years

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Can i have a hc where the reader is kageyama's big sister who is a 2nd year student went to them while their practicing just to ask or give something to kageyama and then nishinoya starts having a crush on her?? I need some nishinoya content 🥺👉👈

THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE UGH SO CUTE! THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST!

Nishinoya Crushing on Kageyama’s Older Sister HC

LISTEN the Karasuno boys definitely use lunchtime to practice instead of eat. I mean come on, you just expect them to sit down quietly and eat their food? I THINK NOT?

It’s become a daily ritual for the boys to practice during lunch but sometimes, most of the time, they wouldn’t eat because they’re so focused on playing

This annoyed you because you spent so much time in the morning making lunch for your younger brother Kageyama and every day when he got home, you could clearly see that he wasn’t eating.

“ Tobio, if you don’t start eating lunch I will go down to that gym and force-feed you in front of all of your little friends.”

“ They’re not my friends.”

LIAR

This only made you more mad because damn it, you couldn’t just NOT pack his lunch and let him starve so of course you had to go to the gym during lunch to catch him in the act and chew him out

Noya was minding his own business taking a water break as him and Tanaka watched Kageyama yell at Hinata for what seemed to be the 6th time in the last five minutes when he noticed you peeking into the gym

Already this boy had totally fell out of love with Kiyoko because holy crap you were the most beautiful girl in the entire world

Even more beautiful than those girls in his magazines that he hides underneath his mattress

He nudged Tanaka in the side harshly as he whispered loudly,” Who is that? And why does she look so familiar? SHIT she’s coming this way quick! Is my hair okay?”

You practically stomped over with your arms crossed as you shouted across the gym, making Kageyama flinch

“ Tobio! Put that volleyball down or so help me!”

“ Y/N? Oh god please don’t-”

Noya’s first reaction was “ oh shit crazy girlfriend alert” and his heart kind of sank because damn, he didn’t know Kageyama had that much game with girls

You grabbed him by the ear as he winced and bent down more in pain. It didn’t matter how strong Kageyama was, nothing could get him out of you gripping his ear, something you had learned from your mom. All he could do was stand there while you yelled at him

“ I pack your lunch for you everyday, every single day Tobio! And you hardly ever eat it! You are the most wasteful boy in the entire world!”

“ I-I’m sorry Y/N, but nationals are coming up and we need to practice-”

“ Dumbass!Does it look like I care? Now go sit down and eat your lunch before I sell you to the black market!”

You know damn well Hinata flinched too because dumbass was practically his second name

“ Hey! Mom said to stop saying that- oWWw!”

???Did this dude just say mom??? As in mother???

Tanaka and Noya looked between you and Kageyama and collectively let out an “ oooohhhhh” because the resemblance was suddenly uncanny, of course the two of you were siblings

You even had the third years attention because how was it possible that there were essentially two Kageyamas? But one was obviously way prettier

Listen, Noya lovesssss strong ass women, especially ones that can boss him around and we all know that he has no shame in flirting with girls. But he didn’t want to approach you without talking to Kageyama first because after all, he couldn’t just confess his love with your brother standing a few feet away

You looked around the gym and your attention fell upon Noya, who suddenly felt scared and a bit turned on like “ is she gonna yell at me now?”

Your whole demeanor changed as you smiled sweetly and walked over to Noya, who you had recognized in a few of your classes

“ Hi there, you’re in a few of my classes right? What’s your name?”

His head just goes “YOUR FUTURE HUSBAND GAHHH”

“ N-Nishinoya!” He felt like his tongue was too big for his mouth and Tanaka was malfunctioning next to him because they could smell your perfume THEY’RE SO WEIRD IDK

“ Nishinoya-san, can you do me a huge favor?”

“ Anythingforyoubeatiful!”

“ Can you pleaseeeee make sure Tobio eats his lunch?” You asked sweetly as you pulled out your phone and handed it to Noya who’s hands were shaking,” and if he leaves anything behind, even a grain of rice, text me and let me know so I can come straight over here.”

Noya malfunctions as he stares back at your phone and back at you because

holyshitagirljustaskedforhisnumberthishasneverhappenedbeforeonlyinhisdreams

Tanaka nudges him out of your spell and his headass puts “ Noya-Senpai” as his contact name cause now he is feeling BOLD

You smile down at the phone and thank him sweetly before you leave the gym, walking straight past Kageyama who was on the sidelines eating his lunch

Once you left, Noya practically slid over to where Kageyama was sitting and sat directly in front of him

“ Kageyama, how do you feel about having me as your brother in law?”

“ Wha-You like my sister? Seriously?” Kageyama asked as he rubbed his sore ear,” she’s mean as hell.”

“ So are you but people still like you. Also, you shouldn’t talk badly about your beautiful sister like that. Also also, less talking and more eating. I have to let her know that you’re eating at lunch now.”

So for the next couple of weeks, Noya would text you to keep you updated that he was doing his duty and you honestly always looked forward to getting his texts because that meant you could talk to him more

You were both developing feelings for each other and Kageyama was creeped out to say the least

I’m sure if the birth order was reversed, he would be way more protective but it was just SO WEIRD seeing Noya gush all day during practice and go on and on about his sister and then go home to see you gush about Noya

GAH so this is just a bonus but imagine you finally show up to the big shiratorizawa game and when they win, you run over to the team but your brain malfunctions because you don’t know who to hug first

Like all three of you are just staring at each other like ummmm “ what the hell we gon do now?”

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imperiuswrecked · 3 years

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As far as how the resurrection of Wanda is going, I feel like nothing really encapsulates the peak dumbass energy of the council then the fact that none of them stopped to consider how Billy, her son, future Sorcerer Supreme, and husband to the man in charge of both the Kree and the Skrulls is going to react to their decision to not resurrect his mom.

Not to mention all the other powerhouses in the universe that we already see not being okay with the decision, but hey we got rid Wanda the Pretender. Never mind the fact that we have a dude on this council who actively used to torture mutants, who needs logic when we have grudges!

Also, sidenote, looking at Akihiro helping with the investigation, is he not aware that Gabby died yet? One of the most important people in his life went missing after saying that they would be at the party, but teamwork is priority now, I guess?

I just really hate Krakoa and I really hate how my favorite characters are being handled, and how fucked everyone's priorities and moral are.

Agreed, I feel one of the worst things about this era and also event comics is how creators push ooc actions on characters and expect us to be happy with it. Like everyone has been acting not themselves since it started and I thought we were going to get a big reveal that surprise! It's all Krakoa being a bad place but nope that whole plot was shot to hell now that Hickman is leaving.

I don't know enough of Daken but my mutuals tell me and from what I've read of X-Factor he has been not written as his usual trash self who only has room for his sisters in his heart. I feel he should be upset about Gabby of course but like comics is always weird with using multiple characters in short time frames bc what happens in one doesn't match what's going on in the other. There used to be people at Marvel who knew what was going on in the greater timeline to make sure things lined up which is how the older comics would be more in sync but these days its whatever.

I feel like some characters would totally be on the side of bringing Wanda back but again they are being written ooc for the sake of plot. Like everything in this furthers Charles's narrative and not the x-men as a whole which is very annoying.

I honestly can't wait for Billy to show up, I want him to fight the x-men, lol.

#krakoa (derogatory)#xmen #billy kaplan #daken #imp answers

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lovelyirony · 4 years

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@rhodee for you

When Tony had gotten back from Siberia, he hadn’t been able to see anyone for a long time.

But people had been to see him.

He wasn’t expecting Rhodey to come and see him for a variety of medically-related reasons, but he was hoping for an email or a phone call, at least a message about Tony being a “dumbass.”

And then he asked Pepper how Rhodey was doing, and she tenses up.

Pepper has never been a good liar to Tony, not since they got drunk together for the first time and she told him every single tell she had for lying. They could never hide from each other after that.

“He’s...knocked out, still.”

Tony raises his eyebrows.

“So, he’s not knocked out, something happened to him.”

“Tony, he...he doesn’t remember.”

“What, the fall? I wish I couldn’t remember that either, but I’m betting that that’s not what you’re talking about.”

“He doesn’t remember any of us. He doesn’t remember anything except for his freshman year of college. All of this information is...overwhelming for him.”

Tony freezes.

He and Rhodey didn’t live together freshman year. Hell, they didn’t even know each other freshman year. They became sort-of-friends near the beginning of sophomore year, and that meant...

Oh god.

Rhodey wouldn’t remember three important things:

1.) He’s bisexual.

2.) He’s an accomplished man who has achieved much in his lifetime and has grown comfortable with himself with years of help.

3.) He married Tony. They’re married.

For a long time, Rhodey didn’t really want to admit that he liked guys. It wasn’t something he ever talked about, nothing he ever wanted to discuss. He didn’t mind that Tony had an attraction to men, but he always seemed to put himself at a distance when Tony brought someone over for dinner or a study session.

Rhodey didn’t want to come to terms with it at first. He was very adamant that he would marry a nice girl and settle down, and Tony hadn’t contested it, hadn’t challenged him on it. That could have very well been the situation.

It wasn’t until the end of sophomore year--into the summer, actually--that Rhodey even wanted to tempt to talk about what attraction would even mean for him.

They had gotten together senior year, and Tony has a picture framed in their bedroom of Tony dipping Rhodey into a kiss (and dropping him after the picture was taken) after graduation.

“They had to take off his wedding ring for the surgery, but I wasn’t sure what to tell him. The doctors said to avoid bringing up any information that would surprise them, and I remember that you talked about it once...”

“Yeah,” Tony says thickly, his chest hurting from more than just a frisbee-toss gone wrong. “Okay. Yeah. Let’s, uh...let’s just transfer him over to the headquarters. I’ll just...I’ll figure something out.”

He can’t tell Rhodey he has a husband. He can’t. The reaction alone would be terrible, if he’s knowing what he knows.

So he doesn’t.

Tony welcomes Rhodey into the compound after taking down every single romantic photo, briefing everyone who still lived there that Rhodey had lost his memory, and praying to whoever would listen that Rhodey didn’t find out until he was comfortable with it.

“I don’t go by Rhodey,” was the first thing off of his lips. Not a hello, not a smile. “I go by Jim.”

“Right,” Tony says, smiling in that flashy way that Rhodey usually told him to stop, because it creeped him out because he knew what that smile was actually all about. “Jim. Nice to see you back.”

“I wish I could say the same, but I’m not exactly sure I remember you. Your face looks really familiar, though.”

“Well, that’s what nearly twenty-five years of knowledge can do to somebody,” Tony says quickly. “Let me show you to your room. Sorry about the lack of decorations, we didn’t really want to overwhelm you with anything.”

“I’m fine,” Rhodey says, clearly annoyed. “It’s just weird knowing that I’m way fucking older and apparently I graduated college and managed to make something of myself and I can’t remember any of it.”

“I can’t say I understand, but I can say that it sucks,” Tony says. “But, lucky for you, I kept some of your stuff.”

“A friend kept my stuff?” Rhodey asks. “Why?”

“Because I’m annoying and you pretend like you hate me, when I am the best thing that happened to you,” Tony says, smiling.

He then turns when he can see Rhodey’s--Jim’s--expression turn sour.

“Ah, anyway,” Tony says hurriedly. “You just...keep stuff sometimes.”

(He’s not going to mention that it’s because they shared an apartment. Or a house. Or a room. Or, on occasion, a bank account.)

“Dinner is gonna be at seven, feel free to come down,” Tony says, smile wearing thin.

Jim doesn’t come down.

Or he did, but he came down early.

Because he doesn’t want anything to do with Tony.

“It’ll just take time,” Pepper tells Tony over the phone. “Give him some space.”

So Tony does.

But it’s hard giving your amnesiac husband space when you’ve never done it before, not really.

Tony has always been around Rhodey, always been invading and crawling into his space, and Rhodey really only complained when Tony’s hands would sneak around his chest when the nights were dark and cold.

Now they’re at a distance, and Tony doesn’t know how to bring up any facts about their life.

So far, all Jim’s been doing is catching up on history.

“We fought Captain America?” he asks, gaping at the article about finding Captain Rogers in an iceberg. “Why?”

“He likes putting his foot in his mouth a lot.” Tony says. “And both sides have been notoriously bad at keeping their cool.”

“Oh. So we just...I fought him? Because I’m just friends with you?”

“Yeah,” Tony says, quite uncomfortable with the insertion of the word “just” in that sentence.

“...weird.”

“The future’s crazy, honey-bear.”

Jim looks up.

“Why do you call me that?”

“Call you what?”

“Honey-bear. It’s weird.”

“Inside joke we have,” Tony says, chest tightening. “We thought those couples that have the lovey-dovey nicknames were ridiculous.”

“Oh. Gross.”

“Yeah, it is,” Tony says. “But kinda funny. One time you called me ‘sugar-tits’.”

Jim laughs at that one.

“Oh god, that’s...rough. What else did I call you?”

Baby. Honey. Love of my life. Darling.

“Uh...” Tony says, pretending to think. “I think love-muffin was also an option.”

Jim throws back his head and laughs.

“How did we...how did we become friends?”

“Well, it all started with a dining hall and you trying to steal an entire painting without getting caught, and my valiant rescue...”

“Why do I get the feeling that that’s not true?”

“Because it isn’t,” Tony grins. “Just making sure your bullshit-detector is working again. It is. We met because we weren’t supposed to be roommates but they fucked up and the rooms filled up, so you dealt with me as best you could.”

“Oh,” Jim says. “What do we do for fun?”

Go on date nights. Talk about how stupid we were as kids. Debate who asked out who. Cook together.

“Uh, we used to...shoot hoops.”

“You don’t seem like a basketball kinda guy,” Jim says.

“Oh believe me, I wasn’t,” Tony responds with a laugh, “but you were, and you always liked kicking my ass on the court.”

“Good to know that I can still probably do that,” Jim says, smug and self-satisfied. “Hey, where did Pepper go?”

“Oh, she’s busy with a contract this week, what do you need?”

Jim puts his hand on the back of his neck in that nervous habit he always got (that Tony only knew about because every single time he would walk into the room after he realized he liked him in that way, Rhodey would do that).

“Um, just want to ask her something. About my life.”

And Tony can’t breathe.

He doesn’t know and that’s...that’s everything.

“She’ll be back for dinner,” Tony says. “In the mean time, I’ll be in the lab working on some stuff, feel free to do whatever.”

“Thanks, man.”

Pepper stares at Jim, who for so long has been one of her best friends and is now asking if he had anyone who he was involved with romantically.

“You...what?”

“Did I have a girlfriend or anything?” Jim asks. “Because, um, it’s going to kind of suck if I didn’t.”

“You had a girlfriend sophomore year,” she answers carefully. “That lasted for about three months or something. You’d have to ask Tony more about it, he knows more about you than I do.”

“And you said we’re...friends? We didn’t date?”

“Yeah, we are friends, no we didn’t date,” Pepper says. “We get lunch on Thursdays if you’re in town.”

“I’m in the army, right?”

“About to retire, too,” Pepper says with a grin. “You were really happy, you were planning on taking Tony on a trip.”

“I was?” Jim asks, frowning. “We’re...that close?”

“Well yeah, you’re-” Pepper pauses for a moment. “You’re best friends. You always like spending time with Tony.”

“Oh,” Jim says. “Okay.”

He knows that they’re lying to him. He gets why: if he learns too much, it could cause some sort of damage. And according to Friday, “Colonel Platypus” (whatever the fuck that means) keeps his personal life intensely private.

He doesn’t know why he’s done that. Why he’s kept everything so private. It’s not because of his military status, he thinks. Unless, of course, they put him on all sorts of secret projects. That could definitely be a thing.

Tony keeps almost calling him Rhodey. It’s a weird nickname. He doesn’t know why he apparently loves it. It sounds...stupid. Weird. Jim works just fine.

Pepper also said they were just friends. And she sounds like she means it. And Tony says they’re just friends, but he doesn’t sound like he means it.

But that doesn’t mean...?

No. Of course not. There would be pictures and rings and all of that sappy, gross shit that comes with weddings.

...would there be?

“Hey Friday?” he asks.

“Yes, Colonel Rhodes?”

“Um. Is gay marriage legal?”

“Yes, Colonel Rhodes, it is. Would you like further articles about the decision?”

“Uh...sure. I guess.”

He keeps reading articles (with reading glasses) and learns a lot about what’s been going on.

He’s just interested, obviously. In current events.

It’s a week later when he asks Tony about it.

“So...did you remember the whole legalization of gay marriage thing?” he asks Tony, who pauses at his coffee. “I, um. Read an article where they said you were bi, so I wasn’t sure if you-”

“No, I am,” Tony says. “I remember it really well. I celebrated well that day.”

he grinned as he looked at Rhodey, and swore to rent out the entire metropolitan museum of art, just for him. he would do anything for him, anything at all-

Jim looks at him.

“What did you do to celebrate?”

“Well, there were quite a lot of people at gay bars. We danced. I drank a glass of champagne. And then we danced again.”

“Someone was with me?”

“You were,” Tony says. “You were here when it happened, and it was...it was a good day for us.”

“I’m not gay though,” Jim says with a frown.

“Doesn’t mean that you can’t celebrate,” Tony says, eyes holding something in them that makes him look like he might cry. “Some people’s triumph can be a momentous occasion.”

It can the occasion where your marriage is finally recognized everywhere. It’s where you get the iconic photo of mashing cake in your partner’s face, and all of the guests are grinning and you’re happy, and--

Tony shakes himself out of that train of thought.

“Yeah, I guess,” Jim says. “Just...please tell me that you didn’t get any embarrassing pictures.”

“Oh I did,” Tony replies, grinning maniacally. “Would you like to see yourself in a feather boa or a flamingo floatie?”

“Oh my god,” Jim moans, throwing his hands to the dinner table. “No...”

“You looked a dream, gorgeous,” Tony teases. “And I have the pictures to prove it. I’ll get them out another time, I promised Dum-E that I’d help him pick up his mess.”

“Who is he?”

Tony grins.

“He’s our baby, metaphorically speaking. We built him on a half-drunk, half-dare kind of situation,” Tony says. “He’s a disaster.”

Jim thinks about it for a moment. “Can I...can I meet him?”

Dum-E hasn’t seen his dad in forever. He’s wheeling around Rhodey, beeping and nearly running over his feet.

“Great, your return has pushed back any build-up coordination training we did,” Tony scolds, although his tone doesn’t sound serious at all. “Dum-E, your father and I agreed to help clean, although methinks that Jim will be a great surveyor for us.”

“What’d you spill?” Jim asks.

“Couple of glass stuff,” Tony says. “He’s been really into stained glass recently, I think he was trying to make his own.”

“He can think?”

“Yeah,” Tony says. “His coding, by the way, was like sixty percent you. That’s why he’s so damned stubborn and also why he puts motor oil into smoothies, genius.”

“Hey, that most definitely was you,” Jim says. “You didn’t grocery shop that day, so I was weak and malnourished.”

Tony stills.

“You...remember that?”

Jim pauses for a moment.

“You...you were supposed to go grocery shopping and I made a list,” he says, smiling fondly. “And you didn’t take the list because you said you had an eidetic memory, but you still forgot the lemons, so I don’t believe you.”

Tony throws back his head and laughs.

“Glad to have a memory for you, Rho-Jim. You want a glass of water or anything?”

“Water sounds fine.”

Jim watches as Tony works around Dum-E, obviously used to his quirks and mannerisms as he banters and threatens with nothing backing up that threat.

He smiles as he wheels himself over, grabbing a dust pan on his way over.

“Figured we’ll need this,” he offers. Tony accepts it with a smile.

“Thanks Jim.”

“You can-you can call me Rhodey. If you want.”

Tony looks at him for a moment.

“But is that what you want?”

Jim pauses.

“Yes. For now.”

“Okay,” Tony says, smiling. He’s not showing how fucking happy he is, how ready he is to leap for the moon and bring stardust down on his way home. “Thank you.”

Jim nods.

“I think I’m gonna turn in for the night.”

“Have a goodnight, Jim. Let me know if you need anything.”

He lies awake in bed that night.

“Hey, Friday?”

“Yes, Boss?”

“I...I’m not being told everything, am I?”

“Information can potentially be triggering to the current state you are in, Colonel Rhodes.”

“Are you being paid to say that?”

“I don’t get paid,” Friday says. “Although if I did, I would not want to take the money.”

“So I am missing something,” Rhodey says. “I just...I don’t know what.”

“It will come with time, Colonel Rhodes.”

“And if it doesn’t? If I have to relive life all over again?” He asks, growing agitated. “If my memory doesn’t come back, Friday...I’m not sure they’ll ever tell me anything.”

“It is already a good sign that you remembered Dum-E. He was missing you quite terribly.”

“Can I...can you show me a picture of me with him?”

“Sure thing, Boss.”

Rhodey has a sharp intake of breath.

Right there.

Right on his left hand.

A wedding ring.

And then he looks at Tony, Tony who is looking fondly as Rhodey and Dum-E are reenacting some stupid thing, and there’s a-

A ring.

On the left hand.

That wasn’t there before.

Shit.

#i'm going to post this on ao3 too #but hehe :) there is no resolve to this :)#rhodeytony #ironhusbands #rhodey #tony stark #also yeah :) the jim and rhodey dichotomy :)#pepper potts #you get no solution from this (for now)#tony is. suffering.#and rhodey? oh my dearest darling he's suffering but in a whole other way

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aka-a-shii · 4 years

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Double Surprise || Kuroo T.

Kuroo x F!Reader

genre: fluff; crack

warnings: light swearing

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KUROO!!!!!

Kuroo was so ecstatic when you broke the news to him during your 2nd trimester. he can’t definitely utter a word just as how surprised and happy he was and all he could do was hug you tight and peppered your face with butterfly kisses.

he was so surprised that he thought of an idea. why not surprise everybody close to the both of you as well? and that led you to what situation you are now, in front of both of your families.

no one really knew except you and Kuroo that you were having twins until you gave birth. which totally surprised both of your families. they were so shocked when they entered your hospital room seeing you with both babies in your arms. your mom bursts out of tears when she saw her grandsons while your dad just patted Kuroo’s back giving him a knowing “you-did-a-great-job” look, proud of his son-in-law. Kuroo’s older sister’s reaction was way more predictable than you thought, she just whacked Kuroo’s head for keeping it a secret from her and you couldn’t stop laughing at them.

the next victims of his were his closest friends. Kenma almost dropped the baby when Kuroo introduced the other twin and he gave him a scowling look like he was so betrayed by his friend.

“what the hell? you almost dropped my son!” Kuroo exclaimed.

“fuck you! you almost gave me a heart attack!” Kenma retorted as he handed you the other baby. “do the others know???” he asked.

“not yet” you replied. “Tetsu is planning to drop the bomb when we get home this weekend. everyone’s gonna be there... so...” you giggled. “i can’t wait to see their reactions.”

the next were Akaashi and Tsukishima. the moment they entered the room, both of their jaws dropped in unison.

“twins?” Akaashi asked as he looked over Kuroo who was grinning from ear to ear.

“yep! surprised aren’t yah?” Kuroo then took one of the twins from you and cradled him in his arms.

“oh! you brought Naoki with you?” you asked Tsukki as your gaze landed on the baby carrier in front of him. the baby boy was sleeping peacefully against Tsukishima’s chest while sucking his tiny thumb.

“yeah... my wife is at work and i’m on my day off today so i brought him. also to meet his future playmate.” he paused. “but i didn’t expect that he’ll be meeting two instead.”

you let out a laugh as the two visitors took seats on the couch.

“how’s your wife doing?” you turned to Akaashi. “i heard she was having a hard time because of pregnancy.” your face was laced with concern

“she’s alright.” Akaashi smiled. “but i guess her morning sickness is kinda inevitable. i might request my boss to allow me to work from home so i could be there for her.”

“that’s excellent! you’ll also have more time with her and your soon-to-be-born child” Kuroo butted in.

Akaashi turned to him, “so? does Bokuto-san knows about this?”

Kuroo flashed his chesire grin and he shook his head. “nope! he’s on a honeymoon right now. and not a word to him. got that Akaashi?” he gave Akaashi a stern look

Tsukishima scoffed. “i could already imagine his face the moment you drop him the news.”

Kuroo just laughed it out. “imma try video calling him this weekend and we’ll see. oh be there too, okay?”

Later that weekend, your house was bustling with people, a few friends were there to congratulate the both of you. the whole Nekoma team was also there.

Kuroo was definitely a prankster to the core and you knew it by heart, so you had expected that he would pull such prank to his former teammates. they were all gathered in the living room as Kuroo put his prank into action and suggested to take a group photo. you volunteered to take their photo. Kuroo took a seat at the center of the couch as he hold one of the twins.

“okay! ready! 1. 2. 3.”

click

Kuroo then handed his son to Yaku, who was beside him as he secretly made his way to get the other twin from the nursery. you were trying so hard not to laugh as you imagined the team’s reactions. they were busy ogling over the baby when Kuroo came back with the other.

“now that we had took a photo with Toshiaki, why don’t we take a photo with his twin, Yoshiaki?” Kuroo announced as he placed the other twin into Yamamoto’s arms.

everybody’s eyes went wide as they gasped in surprise. and Kuroo can’t help but laugh at his teammates’ reactions. you were laughing yourself while recording them.

“you dumbass!” Yaku sneered.

“KUROO-SAN??????!!!!!! Y/N-SAN?????!!!!! YOU HAD TWINS???????!!!!!” Lev couldn’t believe it himself.

Yamamoto was still dumbfounded as he look back and forth to Toshiaki and Yoshiaki who was in his arms.

Kai just smiled at the both of you and Kenma was at the corner cackling. “now i am not the only one.” he said as he wiped the tears from laughing.

Later that evening, you video called Bokuto . “HAAAAAAAAAAAA????? KUROO!!!! BROOOOOOOO WHY DID YOU DO THIS????????? HMP!!!!!!” Bokuto was all pouty when Kuroo showed your sons to him.

“AND I WAS THE LAST ONE TO KNOW ABOUT THIS???????? WAIT I WAS REALLY THE LAST ONE?????? AKAASHI DIDN’T SAY A WORD TOO!!!!!!” he was rambling about how unfait Kuroo was for not telling him sooner.

“Tetsu told Akaashi not to say a word to you, so we won’t spoil the surprise. were you surprised. Bo?” you giggled.

“OF COURSE!!!! DAMN MAYBE WE SHOULD MAKE TWINS TOO! “Bokuto turned to his wife beside him

his wife just smacked his head and apologized to you but you didn’t mind at all.

“KUROO!! YOU HAVEN’T WON YET!”

“oya? are you challenging me?” Kuroo smirked. “then get on with it.”

“I AM.” Bokuto stood up from the screen, annoyed, stomping towards the bedroom grumbling profanities as he told his wife to shut the lap top off.

the three of you laughed at it as his wife apologized for her husband’s antics as she bid you goodbye and ended the call.

you were standing by the crib, watching your little angels sleep peacefully, you can’t help but plant soft kisses onto each of their forehead, when you felt your husband’s arms wrapped around your waist. he rested his chin onto your shoulder as you gently caressed the back of his head.

“they totally got their looks from you, Tetsu” Kuroo just hummed in response and tighten his hold onto you.

“did we really made them?” you asked while you stared lovingly at your sons.

“hell yeah we did.”

Taglist: @whootwhoot @tsvvkki @mirikusashes @justapotterhead @curiouslilbeast @saku-kun @chesley-cant-deal @clara-geekhime @michelepiekenma @raineedayze @kellesvt @lollypop-lam @kyomihann @doodleniella @akasuns

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yiqiie · 4 years

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wangxian fic rec list pt.2

you can find part one here!

as usual, this will be kept under a keep reading so it doesn’t clog up the dashboard. i actually reblogged my original post and added to it then accidentally deleted it but i have a crap ton more recommendations anyway! there’s a lot of angst in this list because apparently i love putting my heart through a meat grinder

there are some heavy fics included this time, but i really wanted to include some that explored the issue of mental health and recovery, especially in these difficult times, so make sure you look out for the TW if those fics aren’t your cup of tea

since tumblr’s new update prevents posts with links from appearing in the tags, i would really appreciate if people could reblog so anyone who needs a fic rec can see this!

notion summary page: here (i only put my favourites in this tumblr list, so if you would like even more recommendations, please read the notion summary for basically all of my bookmarks on ao3)

something to make your heart ache

tempo rubato by @spodumene

angst, fluff, smut, multi-chaptered, modern au

guys when i say this fic changed my life i really mean it i think i binged it all within a single night and luckily the last chapter came out the next day and i literally was beside myself with excitement; it is heartbreaking and so beautifully written, i keep going back to read it again and again it’s just THAT good

complementarity by @besanii

angst, fluff, multi-chaptered, cql au

i’ve always been a fan of beth’s works (if anyone wants to screech with me about her shattered mirror’s fic I AM HERE) but this was so much angst i literally felt my heart cave in on itself like it was actually painful holy shit she is such a compelling writer and this is one of my favourites even though it HURTS ME

and here comes the summertime by ribena

angst, fluff, multi-chaptered, modern au

LWJ PLS USE YOUR WORDS FOR ONCE this is peak lwj being a dumbass guys i really can’t with this boy but this is such a cute fic of wangxian falling in love and you can really see how they genuinely go from being two people who have no chance of being anything to SOULMATES

总有一天; a place to hide (can’t find one near) by yiqie

angst, trauma, modern au, trigger warning: suicide

this fic rec is gonna kick off some of our heavier recs for the list; yiqie is definitely one of my favourite ao3 writers and i am really excited for the next update of this fic, it deals with some really important mental health topics and it doesn’t shy away from the reality of how scary things can be. i’ve personally been thinking a lot more about mental health in general during my time in isolation and it’s gotten me to reflect more on my own wellbeing as well. this is beautifully written, and obviously it’s not going to encapsulate everyone’s personal experience but i think it’s a great step in recognising that mental health is real and something we should be looking out for

there’s no promised goodbye here by @yuisakii

angst, fluff, trauma, modern au, trigger warning: mental health

i saw this fic on twt and i thought it was gonna be a short cute wholesome fic about wangxian being broken up but not really bc wwx is dumb BUT this turned out to be so much more and i’m so appreciative; it portrays not a perfect relationship but one that is under the works and one that will undoubtedly require much more work in the future but it’s reality and it’s true and i think that makes it beautiful, there are discussions of mental health and how that affects relationships and how people learn to put themselves back together again with love and support and i think that’s the best part of this fic

take yourself home by ribena

angst, fluff, trauma, multi-chaptered, modern au, trigger warning: suicidal ideation

this was a surprising fic i didn’t expect it to be as heavy as it was but it was beautifully handled and it’s so important to me to see mental health depicted in different ways; everyone deals with their problems in a different way and someone is struggling could seem objectively like they’re doing okay and i think it’s great that there’s a fic that recognises that, this also gives a little spotlight on the things that people use to try and cope with their wellbeing, it could be the smallest thing but a lot of the time that’s all it takes

some things go forward by everythingispoetry

angst, fluff, trauma, multi-chaptered, modern au, trigger warning: medical recovery

this is a little lighter but i think this is one of the most important; the journey to recovery from any medical condition isn’t something to be taken lightly and i think this fic deals with almost everything that it will encapsulate, it’s a beautiful story that deals with the ups and downs of medical recovery and how you really need to learn to forgive yourself for maybe not being able to do everything you previously wanted to, it’s a hopeful story which is also so important because there is always hope for you no matter what

something to soothe your heart

you’ve ruined my life (by not being mine) by @nothing-but-color

fluff, light angst, smut, multi-chaptered, modern au

guys this fic is so beautiful omfg it’s so CUTE and i think it really nails some of the characterisation it really sets up their relationship so well and it delves into some other issues of wangxian’s parents being uh not great parents lmfao but it’s just cute and wholesome and wangxian discovering the joy of being in a relationship

this river runs to you by sundiscus

fluff, light angst, yearning, modern au

DRAGONS AND MAGIC GUYS HOLY SHIT this was a fic i just sat down and binged in like probably an hour and it’s SO GOOD, the plot, the characterisation, the amount of thought and care that went into developing this was so good and it’s beautiful guys truly a wonderful fic

heliotrope (eternal love) by avenqelic

fluff, light angst, modern au

flowers and their meanings need i say more???? this was so wholesome and wwx is such a dumbass but we love him for it and there’s so much yearning and pining in this it’s almost angst but it’s not bc there’s so much SOFT content in this we love it

lay us down (we’re in love) by mme_anxious

fluff, modern au

guys this is just a short wholesome cute fic to soothe your heart from all the angst i’ve put in this list IT’S PERFECT domestic wangxian will always trump everything as much as i love putting my heart through the works and this is just pEAK wangxian content

it’s you, it was always you by myung

fluff, light angst, cql au

guys wwx is such a dumbass but he’s a bby and we love him and this was such cute wholesome barely there angst content AND THE PINING wangxian are so dumb but we love them for it this was just something to truly soothe my heart as the heading suggests so yes pls read this after all the angst

with absolute splendour by @veliseraptor

fluff, light angst, yunmeng bros, cql au

THIS IS THE FIC I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN WAITING FOR guys jc being an angry grape wanting to plan shijie’s and wwx’s wedding is genuinely the content i have always wanted and i’m always so sad that there’s like barely any of it but this fic captures it PERFECTLY and it’s the yunmeng reconciliation i have been praying for

the dragon’s bride by jaws_3

fluff, light angst, light smut, beauty and the beast au

lwj bby you need to learn to use your words bc then THIS HAPPENS but guys this was such a cool take on beauty and the beast au and it’s pretty spectacular wangxian are DOMESTIC HUSBANDS before they are even husbands but the writing was breathtakingly good so yes pls read this

anyway, here’s wuji by @kakikaeru

fluff, light angst, post-cql, focus on lan jingyi

okay this is more background wangxian BUT THIS FIC IS SO GOOD, the next one in the series (focussing on jin ling) is also spectacular so pls read them both, but guys LAN JINGYI BEST BOY and he’s in love omfg wangxian being overprotective adorable husbands looking after all their children is just what we LIVE for

something to make you laugh

i get religion real quick 'cause you're looking so divine by so_shyy

fluff, humour, modern au

guys wangxian being a chaotic mess but wwx being even more of a pining dumbass bc of hospital drugs is PERFECT i have probably read every single version of the cliche ‘husband waking up stoned after surgery’ but guys it’s so much wholesome content and amazing in every single way

life, drama and action by akai__hana

fluff, social media, modern au

whenever i have an angsty fic that makes my heart go eek i reach for this fic bc it’s a reminder that WANGXIAN IS HAPPILY MARRIED WITH A SUN THANK YOU and they are living their best lives as husbands in every life so this is just so cute short and wholesome we LIVE for this content

besieged by @ariaste

fluff, light smut, humour, post-cql

another fic for reaffirmation that wangxian are being overprotective husbands and our bby a-yuan is not really a baby anymore and it’s just so DOMESTIC and such good content and we really love every single reminder that wangxian are just happy and together and they’re SOULMATES okay

worth the entire universe and more by @xiellian

fluff, humour, modern au

this was fcking hilarious guys i read it right after one of my angsts and it’s just SO WHOLESOME wwx you’re so dumb we love you so much but you’re truly dumb also lwj bby pls use your words this was such a cute concept and just a pinch of domestic wangxian i needed in my day

a quest (for kisses) by @xiellian

fluff, humour, post-cql

ANOTHER DOMESTIC WANGXIAN FIC guys i can literally picture this happening bc wangxian are insufferable and are hellbent on letting the whole entire world know they are IN LOVE and that they ARE SOULMATES and we forgive them bc they ARE

#mai's fic rec list!#the untamed #fytheuntamed #mdzsnet #chen qing ling #wangxian fics #wangxian #mo dao zu shi #pls reblog if you can!#the notion page honestly looks so much prettier lmfao

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gallavichy · 3 years

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So I have a thought about the steam room and orgy scenes this episode that is, I think, a slightly different take than either of the extremes out there (Gallavich would never! And Shut up, it’s totally fine).

My general take is that they decided on whatever they did this ep TOGETHER. So they’re being safe, sane, and consensual. I also think that the steam room and the party gays are both isolated situations that don’t suggest ANY sort of future problems or infidelity.

But narratively speaking, I think it’s also worth looking at how the world of Shameless codes these things. Yes, this is hard to do because of serious issues with homophobia and racism in the writing, general inconsistency in the writing, screwing with the show Bible when when necessary (or not 😡), and retconning whenever the fuck they want, BUT, there is the realm of the world if this show, and it’s worth looking at.

- This show does not define true love, lasting love, and meaningful love as something built on fidelity and monogamy. I’m not saying that it promotes polyamory, but I am suggesting that we have been presented with couples whom we are supposed to believe love each other deeply...and very few of them have had perfectly closed relationships. And this is not just for gay couples! Think about Helene and her husband, Kev and V in their throuple, etc. so WE might see airtight monogamy as something we want, but the show has almost never presented us with that as an option.

- The shameless piece of Shameless means that the writers will often if not always subvert the fandom’s desire for sweetness and romance if/when something sexy and scandalous can happen. It’s not always infidelity, but it’s often something we wouldn’t want for the couples we like. Kev and V acting out master and slave stuff on the internet?? V’s MOM?? Lip being monumentally stupid in all of his relationships? Lip lying to Tami constantly this season? Steve being married when he shows up after S1? Most of Gallavich seasons 1-5?

- The show is about family and survival and loyalty (not romantic loyalty, necessarily, but the I-can-count-on-you-no-matter-what loyalty). What we’ve been shown in s10 and 11 with Gallavich is that they ARE these things for one another. They are family, lovers, AND friends. While I think the show fucks up in a lot of ways, I think it’s been clear about this.

Okay, and then lastly - they lived happily ever after is a hard claim to stomach if a couple hasn’t been shown to face the hard questions when the show concludes. Showing us that they can go to the steam room or an orgy and end the night together singing Gaga and Ariana in the gross Gallagher bathroom is the reassurance we need that their marriage will survive all the random stupid shit that might come their way. It’s also important to note that even though he’s a dumbass, Ian is better at relationships than all his other siblings. Seriously. Except maybe Liam!

all great points here! ♥️

i really don’t want to talk too much about this because i’m not one to engage in conversations about ~controversial aspects of episodes as i have genuine troubles with articulating big thoughts to the point that it stresses me out. however! i do just want to mention a few things and preface it by saying that my general thought is that people are allowed to feel however they want about this--particularly the fans who’ve been around since the beginning and who feel like this is a less-than-desirable turn of events after the degree to which they’ve followed this relationship. i get it.

but i also want to say that while i understand some of the extremes to the interpretation of this, i also think it’s important to note (and may make others feel better?) that what’s happening between them is not polyamory and does not suggest romantic or physical disloyalty with permission. i’m reading it as a kink, more than anything. they’re each other’s one and only. but just like adding toys to their bedroom activities, they’re open to adding a guy or two to the scenario whenever they have the desire and opportunity, which i don’t imagine will be frequently, just as i don’t imagine they get out the ballgag more than a couple times a month, if that. i just can’t make myself view this in any way as them being open to sex with other people. they’re clearly jealous. their “who knows what might happen...” is enough to get mickey to agree to making gay friends with ian and ian to agree to stay for the dinner party. they absolutely don’t want their husband to have sex with other people in any capacity that isn’t a scenario in which they’re like, together in a steam room with two other guys or taking part in an orgy in which, let’s be honest, they probably made out with each other while receiving blowjobs or while they side-by-side topped other men. it’s a partnered activity and just a fun new way to enjoy sex and the physical bodily pleasures with the man they love.

to address your ask (sorry for basically hijacking it lol), i do agree that the show certainly doesn’t seem to present to us many instances of strict, as you say, “airtight monogamy.” but unlike the other examples--helene and her husband, the throuple thing--ian and mickey’s situation doesn’t even feel like that. idk. i guess i just tend to view this as them occasionally having adventurous sex that, no matter if there are other guys in the mix during the act, is always about them in the end and is ultimately still sex with each other. i think they’d go mental if they were to like, split up and each pick up a guy to take to two different locations. they’re way too possessive and jealous for that. to your second point, i do think they tend to subvert our desires when it comes to characters’ sex lives--mostly as evidenced by the kinkiness discovered this season--but yeah, idk, this whole scenario in 11x07 was sweet as hell to me. they love each other so much and that, to me, was palpable, regardless of how many guys were in the equation.

i feel like this doesn’t address your ask at all and was, instead, me just going on tangent after tangent, but again, i tend to do this and it’s why i suck at responding to very thoughtful asks like yours. ♥️♥️♥️ anyway, you’ve made great points here and i absolutely agree with them as valid commentary on the show, i just personally don’t fit ian and mickey’s sex life into that based on how i view their arrangement in the first place.

#<33333 #likelife19 #ask gray

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msmarvelouswinchester · 4 years

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Stranger

I Know You

Summary - After that evening, the freckled face of that man was engraved in your memory. You hoped that you would meet him again and you do but not all meetings are pleasant - some reveal the dark secrets of life.

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader

Warning - Fluff, Angst (a lot of angst), swearing, 18+ SMUT, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it people)

Square filled - Showering together (implied) ( @spndeanbingo )

Word Count - 2.5k

A/N - This is the second part of the series Stranger (my brain hates oneshots). Prepare for the slow burn people.

The dividers are by @talesmaniac89 and the banner is by me.

A/N - This is the first time I have ever written smut. I have tried my best lol. Also thanks to @bucky--barnes because her fic Innuendos helped me a lot to write the smut part. There are certain parts in the smut that irked me a little while writing so I decided not to include those but maybe in the future I can write about those (I'm very new to this whole thing).

Okay enough of nervous rambling, just go ahead and read it!

“This is the last time I'm warning you! Step away from the cake,” you yelled making your husband jump and drop the piece of the cake, “what did you do?”

“You shoufn’t haf yellt,” he spoke with his mouth full.

“Get. Out. Now,” you seethed as you examined the destroyed piece.

“I like it when you get all bossy,” he goes to grab your waist but you successfully dodge his hands. “Y/N,” he pouted.

“Those eyes won't work on me Mister,” you raised your eyebrow, “and I need to clean up the kitchen because your dumbass acted like a child.”

“I didn't.” He grumbled.

“Leave the kitchen now. Go check on your demon spawn,” you said.

“Hey, he's half yours.” He argued.

“He got all your bad qualities,” you smirked. Dean stared up at you with his green eyes and said, “maybe our baby girl will get your bad qualities,” he caressed your still flat stomach.

“How do you know it's a girl?”

“Father's instinct,” he said.

“That's called mother instinct-”

“So fathers can't have instinct?” He grinned.

“That's not what I meant, you fool,” you said.

“Uh-huh,” he smirked, “So you think-”

“Mommy, Daddy,” Jaxon, your three year old came running into the kitchen with Scooby hot on his heels.

“What's up kiddo?” Dean turned and picked up the little boy in his arms. Scooby whined and nuzzled his face into Dean's legs, trying to get his attention. “You're not forgotten, buddy,” he started to pet the German Shepherd.

“Cake,” Jaxcon said and hid his face in the crook of his father's neck.

“Bad qualities,” you threw a look at him and saw him shrugging.

“We have to wait for Grandma and Grandpa to arrive sweetie, then you can eat it,” you said.

“Okay,” he pouted.

“Come on Y/N, give him one piece,” Dean said.

“Don't encourage our son. If he gets a sugar rush, you have to deal with him,” you shook your head at your husband.

“Scout’s honour,” he grinned, as you cut up a piece of the cake.

Dean put the little boy down into a chair, when he started wriggling in his arms. Jaxcon immediately dug into the sugar factory as soon as you handed him the plate. You walked out of the room to check on the other preparations, as Dean kept a close eye on the boy, his hands occasionally petting the dog and scratching his ears.

Life was good. After that night at the bar, you had met Dean again. You were having a bad day - you had just handed the resignation letter to your pervert boss and walked out of your office, when you had bumped into him on the streets.

“I feel like you are my guardian angel who just pops up whenever I have a bad day,” you had laughed.

“Maybe it's a sign from the universe for us to be together,” he had said, a big grin plastered on his face, “let me take you out on a dinner. You won't have another bad day.”

You had agreed and one thing led to another and here you were now married to him with a child and another one on the way, organising a family gathering to celebrate the thirtieth anniversary of your parents.

“Hey babe, I think your parents are here,” Dean called out from the kitchen.

“Yeah got it,” you shouted back.

“Hey Mom, Dad, happy anniversary,” you greeted as you opened the door.

“Thanks sweetie,” your Dad leaned into giving a peck on your cheek.

“Mr and Mrs. L/N,” Dean greeted, “thirty years huh? Happy Anniversary. Come on in. Your daughter has made some delicious food items.”

“Dean,” you chided but couldn't stop the smile that was threatening to spread over your face.

“Soon you will be celebrating your thirtieth anniversary. Time flies when you are with the right person,” your Dad said and you knew your Dad was right.

So yeah, life was good.

“It looks like a freaking djinn,” Dean said, clutching the steering wheel tightly as he drove back to your town. He gritted his teeth in anticipation, as he focused on the road ahead.

“Dean you need to slow down or else we'll be dead even before we reach the town,” Sam frowned, “maybe it's a Djinn, but I am sure that Y/N/N’s absolutely safe.”

The older hunter's jaw ticked as he tried to put a brake on his racing thoughts - why did he always have to think of the worst?

After another hour of driving, Dean pulled up his car in front of a house. Jumping out of it, he jogged up the stairs and knocked on the door waiting for a reply.

“Dean stop! Maybe she is at work,” Sam intervened before his brother kicked down the door.

“No. She is in a huge ass danger. I can feel it Sammy,” Dean said, gripping his brother's shoulder tightly.

“You need to focus, Dean. I don't think you freaking out will help us at all. We need to treat this as any other case,” Sam said, “maybe Y/N’s safe after all.”

Nodding his head, Dean went back to his car, Sam following closely. They drove over to the nearest motel. Within a few minutes, they had switched to their fed suits and started going over the case and the alibi of the witness.

“Man with tattoos appeared out of nowhere. Bingo!” Dean exclaimed, “I told it seemed like a case of the tattooed suckers.”

The Winchesters started working rapidly - from interviewing the witness to finding out the locations of abandoned warehouses and buildings in the town.

“Uh….Dean. I think this might be the location where the Djinn is tak-”

Sam’s words were interrupted by the shrill ringtone of Dean’s phone.

“Agent Shaw speaking,” Dean said, “another missing report?....Name?” Sam saw his brother's eyes widened with fear and anger, as he continued to speak with the person over the phone.

“Thanks for letting us know,” He said and disconnected the call.

“There has been another report filed, another person has gone missing. Her name is Y/N L/N,” Dean breathed out, “I am gonna kill every one of those sons of bitches.”

“Mhm,” you groaned, as you were woken up from your deep slumber to your husband peppering kisses all over your face.

You opened your eyes to see him staring at you with his forest green ones. Pulling you close, he captured your lips in a sensual kiss. You moaned into his mouth as his teeth slightly grazed your lip. Without letting go of your lips, his hands started to work on the buttons of the flannel which actually belonged to Dean, unbuttoning it successfully and you laid there in just your panties.

“De-” you whimpered as he started to leave a trail of kisses down your bare body. His calloused hands massaged your breasts, his sinful mouth started to suck at the sweet spot on your neck, eliciting a sweet moan from your mouth.

“That's gonna leave a mark. Gonna let the world know you're mine,” he growled into your ears, his voice making you shiver with anticipation. As his fingers worked on your already hardened nipples, his mouth slowly moved south.

Spreading your legs apart, you felt his hot breath at your clothed, wet core. “N-need you,” you breathed as you felt him starting to kiss your inner thighs.

“Mhm, so fucking wet already,” he mumbled, as he swiftly ripped off your damp panties.

“Dean, p-please,” you whined.

“Please what?” He gave you a cocky grin, his fingers brushing past your sensitive clit.

“Either fuck me or put your magic fingers to use,” you pouted which immediately turned into a gasp as he put a finger inside you. He started to pump at a slow pace. Your back arched in ecstasy as he picked up the pace. He put another finger, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the bedsheet tightly. He curled his fingers inside you and kept pumping at a quick pace, brushing your g-spot over and over again.

“F-fuck,” you moaned, as your hand left the bedsheet, to tug at Dean’s hair, entangling your fingers with the short, soft strands, making him groan.

“De, g-gonna c-co-” you whimpered.

“Then let it go, sweetheart,” he rasped and that's all it took as your body shook with pleasure, you came hard on his fingers. Dean moved up to you as you panted, your mind and body in a euphoric state. He pecked your lips lightly as you tugged at his boxer’s band but he lightly swatted your hands away, “so impatient.” You noticed the sizable bulge in his boxers. He grunted, throwing his head back in pleasure as you palmed his cock through the soft material of his boxers.

He pulled down his boxers, his hardened length sprung free. You took his cock in your hand, giving it a few strokes.

“Nuh-uh,” he groaned pushing your hands away. “I won't last long i-if you do that a-and I wanna be inside you.” You let go of him, giving into his plea.

He kissed you once again as he lined himself in front of your entrance. “Fuck,” you gasped, your eyes fluttering close as he pushed himself inside you.

“Shit sweetheart,” he groaned, “not gonna last long.”

“Mhm,” you moaned, failing to form any coherent sentence, “m-move.” Dean obliged, slowly pulling out of you till only his tip was inside you. He kept thrusting into you, “s-shit, baby.” You jerked your hip forward, trying to meet his pace. He quickened his pace as he roughly kissed you. He continued to ram into you, his cock brushing your g-spot every time, making you moan out loud. His hands travelled all over your body. He let out a breathy moan as the coil in your stomach tightened.

“Gonna c-come,” you whimpered, your pussy clenching around him.

“Let go baby,” his thrusts became a little sloppy, as Dean inched towards his climax. Your hands gripped tightly onto his biceps, as his fingers entangled with your hair.

“Fuck Dean!” You cried out as the coil inside you snapped and you felt yourself coming undone, “fuck!”

Dean thrusted into you a few more times before he let out a guttural moan, his seed spilling inside you, coating your walls. He dropped his head onto your shoulder, his face hiding in the crook of your neck as he collapsed on top of you. Panting, Dean pulled out of you, as he rolled to the other side of the bed. You both laid in bed, as you pulled the covers up to cover your modesty.

“Morning,” you smiled.

“Morning,” he whispered, pecking your cheeks, “I'm gonna go and get a shower. Join me.”

“No funny business. You have work and you are already running late,” you warned, “and the kiddos are up.”

“Scouts honour,” he said as he walked into the bathroom in all his naked glory. You removed the covers and climbed out of the bed to go to the bathroom.

“Y/N,” you stopped in your tracks as you heard a voice calling your name.

“Dean? Did you call me?”

“Nope.” Your husband replied from the bathroom. You shrugged off the feeling and went into the bathroom, joining your husband. Needless to say, you guys didn't make it out of the bathroom in time.

“We already have a ten months old and a five year old. Don't you think you should tame your libido?” You said, while feeding your daughter.

“I can't keep it in my pants with you walking around me,” Dean said, “sooner or later, I will put another baby in you.”

“Daddy!” Jaxcon exclaimed as Dean leaned in to kiss you.

“What?” He groaned making you chuckle.

“I will be late for school! Hurry!” The son urged.

“Who gets so excited for school? He is a nerd like you!” Dean said and walked over to his son not before he had kissed you. “Take one to know one. Go or your boss will kick you out!”

Ava, your ten months old, babbled as she waved at her father. “Oh look, your baby girl says bye,” you said, catching your husband's attention.

“Bye Ava,” Dean waved back as he followed your son out of the door. This was your daily morning routine.

“Y/N, sweetheart, wake up,” you heard the voice again but no one was in the house anymore except your daughter who could hardly form complete words.

“Who is it?” You called out in the empty house.

“Y/N, sweetheart wake up,” Dean said to your unconscious figure lying on the ground. Exhausted, injured, Dean desperately tried to wake you up. Tears pricked at his eyes, as guilt ridden thoughts made their way into his mind. Two lifeless bodies of the djinns laid on the ground beside you.

“Sammy, she's not waking up,” he said, his voice cracking.

“Let's take her back to the bunker. I already gave her the antidote. If she doesn't wake up, maybe we can look through the archives of the British Men Of Letters,” Sam grunted as he stood up. They both were beaten up but none of them suffered any life threatening injuries. Dean picked you up in bridal style, as he made his way towards his car. Sam joined you and Dean after he was done burning the bodies.

The drive back to the bunker was tense. Sam was in the driver's seat as Dean was in the backseat with your head resting peacefully in his lap. He caressed your face, removing a few loose strands of hair, as he waited for you to wake up with bated breath.

“What if the antidote doesn't work?” Dean asked, worry evident on his face.

“You remember what happened with Charlie?” Sam asked, “we have to use African Dream Root to wake her up. We have to invade her dreams.”

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wormstacheangel · 3 years

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What are the best episodes with Castiel to watch?

Hello! Sorry, this took me a while to answer but here you go! If I miss some it’s cause I don’t remember anything or I was just Bleh about it.

Castiel Epiosdes

4x01 ICONIC

4x16 ICONIC

4x20 Jimmy is important to Cas and I love him.

4x22 ICONIC Greenroom. Cas picks a side aka Dean.

5x03 Cas and Dean being friends! Gay panic is real my friends.

5x04 THE END. “It's the end, baby. “

5x13 “Sam is my friend.”

5x14 Cupid (He made a cameo video it was cute) and Cas eating raw meat off the floor.

5x16 “You son of a bitch! I believed in-” OWW

5x17 Drunk Cas.

5x18 At this point he’s just done with everything. So he just carves, YES CARVES, an angel banishing sigil into his own chest. He does not hesitate.

Season 6 is good for Cas because the whole time he’s apart of a civil war and is just a terrible liar.

6x06 I am trying not to make this list about Destiel but the scene where Cas pours Dean’s drink.

6x10 Pizza Man.

6x19 Baby in a trenchcoat aka leader of the heaven rebellion but sure Dean. He’s just cute.

6x20 ICONIC

6x21& 22 Both show that Cas is slowly realizing that he is not in control.

7x01 The whole episode is wild but Cas just going to heaven and saying I’m Daddy now really takes the cake. (not the actual words he used.)

7x02 Cas’s death #3?

7x17 MISHA -- OH um, I mean CAS to the rescue lol

7x21 His cute little laugh! Honey!Cas has my heart and soul. Bonus Destiel: “ When Castiel first laid a hand on you in Hell, he was lost!” RIP Hester Queen

7x23 “Cursed or not.” Also his little smile when he asks for the plan ahh!

aka all episodes in s7 with Cas in it is worth watching.

Okay, I’ll try to control myself now but watch all of s8 cause its beautiful.

8x02 We see Dean’s POV to the purgatory portal scene. Also, hear Cas’s reason for leaving Dean.

8x07 We see Cas’s POV of the purgatory pov scene. Also, learn how Cas escapes purgatory.

8x08 “I’m gonna be a hunter.” He’s so CUTE!

8x10 Cas needs a hug. Please.

8x17 ICONIC. “what broke the connection?” AHH

8x21 Badass Castiel

8x22 & 23 Castiel wants to do good. He wants to help but he just puts his trust in the wrong people. It hurts me so much. Look he’s just a small child and he is dealing with a lot right now.

Season 9 Cas looks good. Like fanservice time father of two!

9x01 First look at human Cas!

9x03 I can’t watch this ending again. It’ll make me spiral. But it’s a good human Cas and destiel episode. Also, fuck April. She gross.

9x06 ICONIC BLESSED jilted lover.

9x09 He looks good.

9x10 “I prefer the word trusting. Less dumb. Less ass.” They are both dumbasses.

9x11 Sam & Cas chaotic vibes

9x14 Cas storyline with the angels starts or at least makes it more clear idk

9x18 Gabriel! Also, “Damn it, Dean!” and Cas accepts his role as a leader. The angels are dumb.

9x22 Sam & Cas dream team lol Also, Cas picks Dean over heaven again.

9x23 “--and for what again? Oh, that's right -- to save Dean Winchester. That was your goal, right? I mean, you draped yourself in the flag of heaven, but ultimately, it was all about saving one human, right? Well, guess what. He's dead, too.”

10x01 Cas draped across the bed like a victorian lady waiting for her husband to come back from the war

10x03 You know that scene where he’s lying on the floor bloody and dying and the Crowley saves him. And then Cas glows and heals with grace and he’s glaring up at Crowley? You know that scene. Yeah. Bonus: I’m gay and bloody Hannah is also hot. Small tip: Ignore the creepy/gross Hannah and Cas set up the writers are trying to do. They are siblings.

10x09 Claire! That’s his daughter!

10x10 Claire and Cas make me cry.

10x14 Deleted scene of “Maybe he’s your boyfriend.”

10x17 Sam & Cas! They are best friends, you guys!

10x18 Charlie and Cas meet! AND THEY ARE ALL HAPPY AND I CRY

10x20 Claire! Cas get’s her a birthday present, grumpy cat stuffy, and she keeps it! And I cry. And she saves him. And she cares about him.

okay 10x21 cause of Charlie and Cas but also fuck this episode. Charlie deserved better.

10x22 ICONIC gosh damn it. I-

10x23 Just for backstory for Cas in s11. Our poor boy can't catch a break.

I worked on this for two hours now Nonny and I don’t even care. I miss Cas.

Season 11 hurts my damn soul because of Cas. I won’t include Casifer, though it was A LOT of fun to watch him.

11x01 “Dean, did it work?” I wanna hold this poor sad madly in love man.

11x02 I can’t handle the torture. He looks so sad.

11x03 Bless you director, Jensen Ross Ackles.

11x04 Okay, not a lot of Cas but I love this episode.

11x06 They don’t talk about his trauma but they show us a little when he tries to leave the bunker. And I cried. Once again. Let. Me. Hold. Him.

11x10 Ambriel glad you are dead cause you were SO rude. Also, Amara girly, queen, I love you but apologize. Stop being mean to Castiel.

11x22 Cas get’s to talk and that’s nice

11x23 “I can go with you.” Sir, you just came back from being possessed by THEE satan and now you are ready to die by your future husband's side. You need therapy.

Okay, I stopped watching live after season 11 because of the way they treated Cas so these next seasons I binged watched ( a couple of times) but wasn’t apart of the fandom so it feels like I didn’t fully grasp them. But here we go!

12x01 Cas meets his mother-in-law. Also the little, “Dean!” when he hugs him.

12x02 Cas and Mick :)

12x03 Agent Beyonce and Zee lol Cas and Crowley and should have had a sitcom

12x08 Cas gets a text (angel radio) that he’s gonna be a Dad and it looks like when Alice had a vision of the Volturi in Breaking Dawn Part 2 lol

12x09 Let me hug Cas! He’s sad over his family being gone. Also, Mary, I love you but I don’t forgive anybody for being mean to Cas. All the Winchesters are on thin fucking ice with me.

12x10 ICONIC destiel. Cas in a female vessel.

12x12 ICONIC “I love you. I love all of you.”

12x19 Worried husband Dean. Excited soon-to-be father Cas.

12x23 Cas dies (again) from child birth.

Watch the first few episodes of season 13 for the famous widower arc cause wtf they gave us THAT. Also, I don’t care for the other world storyline so I pushed that out of my head.

13x04 Cas annoying a cosmic entity. Fun fact! I dislike the trenchcoat cause it looked so stiff and the color was off idk didn’t look great but Cas looked beautiful when he looks up at the sun! Ah!

13x05 IT’S NOT TOO LATE TO START ALL OVER AGAIN

13x06 ICONIC BROKEBACKNATURAL Also, Jack and Cas meet and I cried damn it. “I missed you.” That’s his son!

13x07 Cas doesn’t put anybody or anything above his baby boy

13x12 Cas has the dumbest husband but at least Cas stabs lucifer. Bet Misha felt good

13x14 Badass Cas. He’s a top. lol

13x16 ICONIC Cas looks...great. Like, watch it. I would do anything for cartoon!cas

13x19Just cause Cas faced someone who tortured him and it’s made to seem like he should get over it and it pisses me off. But Naomi is so cool so idk I like her but would fight her

13x22 Otherworld Cas is there and Cas just kills himself. He needs therapy.

13x23 Cas’s face when Dean says yes. Also, family hunting trip yay

14x01 Dadstiel! Also, Cas looks good.

14x03 Dadstiel.

14x07 Dadstiel. “Losing a son feels different.” And I cry.

14x08 “because I love you Jack. And Sam and Dean--they love you.” THEY DO LOVE HIM AHHHH! Also, Empty deal is made as an excuse for the writers to do something with Cas later.

I just realized season 14 is just Cas trying desperately to keep his family together. He’s trying to take care of them and he has the right words to say to everyone but not much happens besides him wanting to be a family man.

14x14 gay on gay violence lol Also another family hunting trip!

14x15 Fav episode! I just love Sam & Cas’s dumb chaotic energy in this ahaha! They are best friends damn it!

14x18 Cas is trying desperately to keep his family together and he feels responsible for Mary

14x19 Cas should have been allowed to kick Sam and Dean’s dumb flat asses for locking his baby boy in a box.

14x20 AHHH

Divorce arc! All of s15 is great! Except you know...19&20 but we ignore that in this house.

15x03 ICONIC but I will never watch it again

15x06 dude, they really be broken up. Cas kicks ass by himself and he’s fishing and he’s so cute.

15x09 ICONIC Let him talk, Castiel!

15x11 Cas is THEE best Dad and let’s Jack eat hearts

15x13 Just for the family.

15x15 :(

15x17 Cas working to keep his baby boy

15x18 :( I mean at least he’s out but :(

Okay, this took me all day and I had fun! Nobody is gonna read it but who cares cause I just spent my day thinking of Cas when I had a pretty shit day so thanks, Nonnie!

#answering the q's #castiel #cas #episode rec #? idk #but here you go!#Anonymous

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kaitycole · 4 years

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Tacenda: [noun] things better left unsaid

Summary: The Aoba Joshai boys head to their old manager’s wedding, only concern is that she’s also the ex-girlfriend of former setter, Oikawa Tooru.

Warnings: ANGSTY. Mentions of drinking.

Pairing: Oikawa x Reader (past tense)

Word Count: 2135

A/N: This was inspired by Lil Dicky’s Molly. I recommend watching the video or at least listening to the song! Some of the opening dialogue is from the video as well.

** The last two lines are lyrics from the song**

“I just can’t believe you’re actually going.” Matsukawa says, shifting slightly in his seat.

“I was invited.” Oikawa lifts up his collar and drapes his tie around his neck.

“Yeah, but she probably didn’t expect you to show.” Hanamaki shrugs, “I mean it would’ve been pretty awkward for all of us to get one and you not too.”

Oikawa doesn’t reply, he stares at himself in the mirror for a while trying to steady his hands. Or maybe it was his heart he wanted to calm, it was almost beating out of his chest.

“Have you seen her today?” Matsukawa asks, prompting a scold from Iwaizumi who hadn’t spoken the whole time.

“You cool? You good?” Hanamaki seeing Oikawa’s hands shake from a small distance away.

“It’s gonna be a pretty intense moment; her walking down the aisle.” Iwaizumi finally speaks, making eye contact with his friend’s reflection.

“You see, he’s already fumbling with his tie!” Hanamaki jokes, causing a small smirk from Matsukawa.

Oikawa sighs, it was his fourth attempt to tie the damned thing and he was contemplating just not wearing one. “I think I’m executing it just fine, thank you,” he finally pulls the wide end of the tie to tighten it before flipping down his collar.

“He’s in his head.” Matsukawa says as Hanamaki’s words overlap them, “Are you gonna vomit?”

Oikawa rolls his eyes, “I’m so happy to have such a supportive group of friends.”

“You good though? You’re not gonna cry?” Iwaizumi looks at his friend again, making direct eye contact this time as he turns around to face the group.

“You’re an insufferable group of people.”

“Seriously though, we can leave anytime.” Matsukawa says.

“Can you just tie your ties and act like adults so we can get there on time?” The smile on his face doesn’t reach his eyes, Iwaizumi knowing he wasn’t as okay as he tried to appear.

“Alright, you heard him. Five minutes and I’m leaving.” Iwaizumi says, leaving the room to get the car ready.

* * Hanamaki and Matsukawa are arguing over the radio as Iwaizumi threatens to pull over and make them walk the rest of the way to the church. But Oikawa doesn’t hear anything, he’s been absentmindedly scrolling through old pictures of the two of you. It’s been five years since you all graduated from Aoba Joshai and three since your break-up, but he just couldn’t delete your pictures.

Maybe it’s because a piece of him thought that you’d be back together by now; starting the clock back to where you left off before he had left for Argentina. Over the last few months, he found himself looking at the photos more often than he had in the last few years. Tears prick the bottom of his eyes before he blinks them away.

Matsukawa glances over, a straight lipped smile on his face before looking in the rearview mirror at Iwaizumi, shaking his head. Iwaizumi matches Matsukawa’s expression, almost as if silently agreeing that neither understood why Oikawa was putting himself through this.

* * When they arrive, they all head into the chapel, but not before Hanamaki cracks a joke about whether or not Oikawa could actually walk into a church. They all sit together close to the front, Oikawa standing right at the edge; right where you’ll walk passed him.

Once the bridal march begins to play, everyone stands up. Hanamaki and Matsukawa glance back, but Oikawa keeps forward; waiting until you walk by to look at you. His hands are still shaking, his palms feel clammy as he can almost imagine your footsteps getting closer.

He’s instantly hit with the familiar scent of your perfume; a mix of peony and vanilla. Closing his eyes, he relives the first time he ever met you.

Oikawa hadn’t noticed you sitting on the bleachers until the coach ended practice ten minutes early, motioning for you to join the team. He couldn’t place you at all, looking at Iwaizumi who just shrugged.

“This is the new club manager. I expect everyone to welcome her.”

You smiled, “Hi, I’m Y/N, I’m a second year and just transferred here. I look forward to working with everyone.”

One by one, the team introduced themselves to you before heading off to the locker room to change and leave. Oikawa was the last one.

“I’m Oik—” He started but you interrupted him.

“Oikawa Tooru, the one with the fan club, right?” He turned about ten shades of red, trying to find the words. “Uh, well, uhm…” You laughed, “I ran into them outside. They seem lovely.”

He stared at you, it was as if all the words he’d ever learned had disappeared.

“I should get going. See ya tomorrow.” You turned with a wave, leaving Oikawa speechless as you exited the gym.

“…let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”

Oikawa is brought out of his memories; his three friends holding their breaths as they look at him. Hanamaki and Matsukawa had secretly placed bets on whether or not Oikawa would speak up. His shoulders drop as he lets out a sigh, seeing the look on your face as you look at your future husband. Matsukawa won the bet.

He didn’t make it a point to remember his name, all he really knew was that you had met him on your way home. You had both walked into a store you had never been in before to grab something random, neither of you could remember what it was now and the rest was history.

It wasn’t until about a year or so ago that while out with Matsukawa, Hanamaki and Iwaizumi that it was brought to Oikawa’s attention you were engaged. That’s when Matsukawa mentioned his job along with other things; he and Hanamaki were still in regular contact with you.

Oikawa hates to admit it, but you look incredibly happy and relaxed with your fiancé. You had a similar look when you and him had gotten together, but it wasn’t to that caliber. Maybe one day Oikawa would say that was the first time he realized soulmates were a thing, that someone can be happy with you but truly happy with someone else, but that day wasn’t going to be today.

He looks down when you are told to kiss your new husband and hand-in-hand walk down the aisle, leaving the sanctuary. Iwaizumi nudges Oikawa, who shakes his head before following the crowd to the reception area.

“We don’t have to stay, ya know?” Matsukawa says.

“I’m fine, Mattsun.” Oikawa smirks.

“Seriously though, she won’t even notice. Everyone’s gonna be trying to talk to her anyways.” Hanamaki shrugs.

“Makki, we are staying.” He pushes Iwaizumi who is in front of him, “Let’s find our seats.”

* * Luckily the four of them are at the same table, along with a few other people they don’t know. After exchanges names and pleasantries, Oikawa makes a beeline to the bar; a double scotch. Before he can pick it up, Iwaizumi picks it up and takes a sip.

“Iwa-chan!”

“I don’t understand why you’re punishing yourself like this.” He takes another sip as Oikawa orders another one.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He turns, leaning his back against the bar; facing the dance floor.

Iwaizumi just shakes his head, “Dumbass.”

Oikawa doesn’t rebuttal because he knows his best friend is right. He is punishing himself, if he had been able to stop putting you second to volleyball, maybe it’d have been him up there with you. Or if he could’ve walked away from his dream, not that you would’ve let him. That’s what one of your last fights was about; he told you that since you wouldn’t move to Argentina then he’d just come back to you.

But you couldn’t let him do that, you couldn’t let him give up something that was a bigger part of him than you were. So, you were selfish, you said things that cut deep in that fight, but you didn’t break up for another few months after that. Oikawa selflessly saying that he understood where you were coming from and that he wanted you to be happy, even if that meant without him.

Though standing there now, seeing you and your new husband laughing as your meal was served, makes his stomach twist.

* * Oikawa glances around the dance floor currently filled with people trying to dance. His eyes stop when he sees Hanamaki and Matsukawa talking to you. The three of you looking just like you had back in high school. Your face lit up, jumping up excitedly a little when Mattsun told you something; you start eagerly looking around until your eyes meet his. You quickly wave him over to you, the two Seijoh alumni wave goodbye at you as Oikawa walks over.

“You made it!” You beam your bright smile at him.

He feels his chest tighten. Being this close to you made him realize just how stupid it was for him to come. You look breathtaking as you always did, but right now you almost glow. Your dress compliments you, hugging you in just the right places. He felt guilty thinking of how beautiful you look while you wore a wedding dress.

“I wouldn’t miss it.” He smiles back, but it was one that Iwaizumi would immediately know isn’t sincere. The type of smile one uses to mask the pain they really feel.

You reach up, grabbing his hands but stop before you can say anything.

“Sweetie, your great aunt would like to see you before she leaves.”

“Of course,” you smile up at him, “Oh, this is Oikawa Tooru. He’s the setter for Club Atlético San Juan.”

“Nice to meet you.” He turns back to you, “We really should go, honey.”

“Uhm, well, okay. Don’t leave before we talk more, Tooru.” You smile as you walk away, your hand effortlessly slipping into your husband hand as you pass through the surrounding guests.

If he was a balloon he would’ve deflated because the way your eyes lit up when you saw him knocked the air right out of his lungs. It hurts, no hurt isn’t heavy enough to express the pain in his chest. The way breathing stings as though he’s breathing in icy air or how his mouth feels as dry as cotton.

Then it dawns on him that he has no reason why he’s actually here. He tried to convince himself that it would rude not to show up since you took the time to send him an invitation, but that isn’t true. Tried to say that you being happy, even without him would be enough for him, but it wasn’t because he still loves you.

What was that worth? In reality no one stopped a wedding to declare their love for the bride or groom. He wasn’t any different because the look on your face as you looked at the man in front of you, told him that he couldn’t mess that up. He couldn’t tell you that he wants you back or that he still thinks about you. Because if he had to choose which of you got to be happy, he’d pick you every time.

* * Iwaizumi is out getting the car while Matsukawa attempts to hold a drunken Hanamaki up as he talks him to the car. The reception is winding down so Oikawa scans one last time, hoping to get one final look at you. Call it closure. He doesn’t see you so he just turns to leave, hoping to leave whatever feelings he had for you at the chapel door.

“Oikawa!”

He doesn’t turn around, continuing his trip to Iwaizumi’s car.

“Tooru!”

His eyes squeeze shut, he knows exactly who it is before he sees you. As much as it hurt, he couldn’t just ignore you, after all the bride always gets what she wants on her wedding day.

“Y/N.” He smiles softly.

“You weren’t just gonna leave without saying goodbye, were you?”

He rubs the back of his neck, nervously. “I looked but couldn’t find you.”

“Oh.” You push your hands down your stomach, straightening out the imaginary wrinkles, “I’m really glad you got to come.”

“Yeah. Me too. You look gorgeous.”

You look away, slightly embarrassed at his worlds. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

He looks at the ground, the easy banter between you was harder to maintain when all he wants is to beg for you to come back. “I should get going. Makki drank enough for the lot of us.”

“Oh, of course.” You smile, “See ya around.”

“Yeah. See ya around.” He turns walking off, throwing back a final glance as you head back inside.

'Cause even when I can't say "Love you"

I love you

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