#but even the fact that they got him to cooperate is impressive and that is the thing i've been struggling to express

[justatypicalwizard]

A scrap from your book

Bakugo x reader, aged up, college! au, quirks don't matter, no warnings, just heartwarming

Roommate Bakugo who is forced to share a room with you for about three months due to unexpected construction works in the college apartment he occupied. The whole Bakusquad was moved to random rooms. To make it worse they were all shared ones. You agreed to take in a male occupant.

Roommate Bakugo who tries to spend as much time outside of the cramped college room as possible. He feels like he's kinda invading your privacy as well as just finding the whole situation uneasy.

Roommate Bakugo who has to complete a bunch of assignments but the library is packed in the late afternoon hours, the air thick with gossip, stress, sweat and annoyance. Bakugo finally wandered off to the dorm room to find some peace for his work.

Roommate Bakugo who spotts you always turn off your lamp and tune down the brightness on your laptop when he tells you he's going to sleep.

"You don't have to do that." He grunts, already wrapped up in heavy covers.

"I don't mind, you do the same." Because he does.

Roommate Bakugo who walks on you watching a film he loves. At first he just circles the small room mindlessly, more interested in the unwrapping dialogue between his two favourite characters than the laundry he's picking up.

"You wanna watch?" You ask, pausing the movie.

"No. I was going to do my laundry."

"I can wait, I can buy some snacks in the meantime, I was looking for an excuse to do it anyway."

So the two of you ended up finishing the film together, sitting on your bed.

Roommate Bakugo who talks to you more, geting used to the situation faster than he thought he would. You both sit by your desks working on the boring college stuff. He spotted you were trying hard, not slacking around and keeping most of your deadlines. Even if he didn't want to admitt it, he was impressed. Not that he didn't do the same, it's just rare to find a person who actually cares.

Roommate Bakugo who didn't know how to phrase a sentence. He was working on a piece of paper for the last two hours after an intense day of workout and his brain refused to cooperate anymore.

"Can I ask you for a favour?" Your face appeared from behind your laptop screen.

"Depends on what is it."

"I finished a short essay and I wanted to ask if you could read it and tell me if it makes sense."

Might as well take a break to refresh his mind. Bakugo read through the text and came to the conclusion that you were a good writer. A very good writer in fact.

"How would you say that in other words?" He asked after you were happy with your work, your laptop tossed aside as you lay on your bed scrolling through your phone.

You skipped to him, read through the sentence and gave him a paraphrase, one that he wouldn't think of himself.

"Thanks."

Roommate Bakugo who was eying you book collection for some time. You had a bunch. When he asked the two of you started talking and in went on and on and on. Finally, you stood up on your bed, the sheets dipping in where you stretched out to reach the highest shelve. Picking out a book you handed it to him.

"My favourite."

So he started to read it.

Roommate Bakugo who got a text from you that you wouldn't be back in the dorms for the night. After a shower he laid down in his bed, shirtless, with your book in hand. It was definitely worth it and he was way past the half already. Suddednly the doors opened only to reveal you, eying him up and down.

"The fuck you doing here?" Suddenly Bakugo felt a tad bit embarassed about his bare chest and lose sweatpants.

"My friend cancelled, sorry, you have someone over?" A small sly grin appeared on yoru lips.

"Jeez no, I'm just half naked."

"I don't mind." You shrugged, throwing your bag on the bed.

And what was that supposed to mean?

Nevermind. Bakugo wanted to get back to the story when he spotted something horrific. His hand gripped a nice chunk of the page, torn out of the book. He must have done it when you startled him with the grand entrance. It was readable as he only torn the cream white but it still looked nasty.

"Shit, I'm sorry." He didn't even look at you, opting on eying the damage, embarassement creaping up his cheeks for destroying someone's else belonging. One of yoru favourite belongings.

You came over, looked at the book and started to laugh.

"What's so fucking funny?" From embarassed Bakugo quickly merged into defensive.

"You look as if you killed my grandma. It's just a book." You saw that it didn't make him feel better, in fact the frown in his brows deepened. "I like my books being used. Lets treat it as a memory of you reading it. Give me the torn piece, please." Your hand reached out and he put the scrap into your open palm.

You skribbled something down on it using a pen fished out of your drawer. When you gave it back to him, the paper read 'Don't stress so much, dummy.'

"You can keep it." A smile brightened your face as you turned around to do other things.

Roommate Bakugo who would never admitt to anyone that he kept that scrap in the back of his phonecase at all times.

Roommate Bakugo who would never admitt to anyone that it took you roughly two months to steal his rock-like heart away.

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[fbfh]

rodrick x hyperfeminine reader hcs 2

wc: 1.7k

genre: mutual pining, minor angst

pairing: rodrick x hyperfeminine!reader

warnings: houseparty, madison and heather aren't very good friends, one brief mention of alcohol/underage drinking but no one is obviously drunk, Brent keeps flirting with you and can't take a hint but it's annoying and inconvenient at most, minor miscommunication, sad roddy at the end

summary: after getting all dolled up for your party (which is really just an excuse to see rodrick and his band play) you spend the whole night not getting to do the one thing you want to do - see Rodrick.

song rec: teenage dirtbag - wheatus, and I imagine them playing put your money on me - the struts, basket case - green day, and of course, diper overlode - loded diper at the party

a/n: the long awaited part 2 is here!! and yes there will be a part 3 that takes place at prom lol

tags at the bottom (tagging all the people who asked for part 2 as well lol)

You’ve spent all week planning your party

Now it’s finally friday after school, and Heather and Madison are at your place, taking on the monumental task of deciding what you’re going to wear

You decide on the new pair of heels you got as your inspiration piece

They’re baby pink and strappy, with a butterfly shape made of little diamonds on the front

You’ve been absolutely obsessed with them, and the party seems like the perfect opportunity to break them in

You dig around in your closet, pulling a few of your other pink dresses

It’s not much of a contest when you see them laid out, and you choose the light pink satin one to go with your shoes

You listen to Heather and Madison gossip while you dig through your jewelry and nail polish, finding some coordinating accessories and your next mani pedi color

“Which earrings?” You ask them, holding up two pairs. 

“That one.” They say in unison, pointing to the one on your left

You were leaning toward that pair anyway, so you’re glad they agree

After finalizing some details and going over what they’re going to wear, all your party outfits are planned

Heather and Madison leave to get dressed, promising to be back within the hour so you can all help each other with hair and makeup

You’ve  practically become their personal beauty guru since you became friends

You always know just what to do to make their makeup look flawless and their hair cooperate when it’s being stubborn

You’re a big ball of nerves while you get the last details set up

Snacks are laid out, drinks are set up

Now all you need is the people

And more importantly

The band

As people show up, Heather drags you around to socialize

You swear, she must make you say hi to every single person there

If you were a little more cynical, you might pick up on the fact that Heather is trying to keep you away from Rodrick

Rodrick, who you’ve been thinking about non stop since you first saw him

You spend the whole time looking around for him and his band 

You think you see him across the room once, but it’s a girl with a dark brown pixie cut

It’s hard to tell in this lighting, and you’re glad you caught it before you made a really awkward mistake

You’re sure it would have been a funny anecdote that lead to you being friends after

On your way back, you get stopped by Brad

He insists on pulling you aside to talk, which Heather and Madison encourage

But right now all you want is to find Rodrick

And all Rodrick wants is to find you

They’re almost warmed up and ready for their set

And GOD he’s never been more excited for a gig

He’s so ready to go all out

To impress you

And to avoid all Justin Bieber songs to prevent another Heather’s sweet 16 incident

He fidgets with his drumsticks and looks around again

He still doesn’t see you

Which sucks, because he’s been thinking about this exact moment non stop since loded diper got this dream of a gig

He’s been making the boys practice way more than normal

Much to his parent’s dismay (even though they’re starting to sound pretty good)

To avoid another Heather Hills sweet 16 situation

But more importantly, to impress you

When Rodrick fell asleep every night this week, he had a variation of the same dream

Playing at this party, rocking the house so hard people talk about it for years afterwards, and getting to see you

You’re so beautiful, standing dead center at the front of the crowd, looking up at him the whole time

They barely finish their set when you weave your way through the band, and walk right up to him

His heart is pounding as you start praising him, telling him how good he was, how you want to be his little rockstar’s girlfriend

He usually gets so excited he wakes himself up after that

And now

It’s finally happening

His literal dreams are coming true

His band got a great gig

And he gets to play for you

This is probably the biggest opportunity since battle of the bands 

The guys know how much he’s been looking forward to this

It’s all he’s been talking about

He really thinks that if everything goes perfect, he might be able to shoot his shot with you

He just has to focus

Focus on playing a perfect gig, focus on figuring out how to woo you

Once they’re all warmed up and hyped up, they start their set

You can hear the band starting to tune up from the other room, and try for what feels like the millionth time to slip away from Brent

You’ve had to turn him down more times than you can count, and he still can’t take a goddamn hint

“I really have to go check on my friends…” you trail off, finally slipping into the crowd

You manage to find Madison, who signals to Heather, and soon all three of you are hiding in the bathroom

You catch your breath for a little while, touching up your makeup while Heather checks herself out and fluffs her hair

Madison sits nearby, texting someone

After a little while, you sigh, figuring you should all get back

Heather and Madison share a look while you straighten out your necklace 

Heather walks to the door with Madison right behind her

She pokes her head out of the door, then closes it quickly

“Brent is right down the hall,” she says, turning back to you as Madison nods, “we should wait in here a little longer

It feels like you wait in the bathroom forever while Heather occasionally sending Madison out to check

After a little while you hear faint music

Your stomach drops

You can’t miss the band, the whole point of throwing this party was getting to see Rodrick and loded diper play 

“Did they start already?” you ask, walking toward the door

Heather grabs your arm before you can open it, telling you Brent is still right outside, and sends Madison to go check if the band started yet

Madison comes back a minute later

“They’re still warming up,” she says, sharing a look with Heather

A little while later, the music gets louder and you don’t want to risk missing their show

You leave the bathroom before Heather and Madison can stop you 

You’re met with loud rock music reverberating through the house

Definitely not just warming up

You try to get to the other room where they’re playing so you don’t miss the rest of their set

Before you get very far, Brent catches your eye and cuts through the crowd

He follows you around and keeps trying to pull you aside to flirt and talk and get you to go out with him 

You manage to get to the doorway of the room they’re playing when he pins you against the wall

He’s going on and on about how you’d be perfect together, you’d be lucky to get with him, everyone at school wants him

But all you can think about is how great the band sounds

They’re like a perfect blend of all the best pop punk and rock groups you’ve ever heard

Right off the bat, you pick out influences from green day, my chemical romance, and metallica 

You’re really fucking impressed

You didn’t expect them to be this good, and you didn’t have low expectations to begin with

You just wish you could get away from Brent to really get to see the rest of their set before it’s over

When the song ends, you hear Rodricks voice and stretch up to try and see him as he leans into the mic

“Thank you, we are Loded Diper! Fuck authority!” he looks over at Chris, then leans back into the mic “And the patriarchy!” 

Your stomach sinks as you realize you missed most of their show, but you still cheer louder than anyone else in the room

Rodrick lets out a little puff of air when Chris taps his shoulder, getting his attention

“Uh, listen man…” Chris starts, but Rodrick doesn’t hear what he says after that

He looks over to where Chris is gesturing, and his heart sinks

Brent has you pinned against the wall across the room, and you two are looking awfully cozy together

“Shit…” Rodrick says

Once again, he looks like an idiot for thinking he has a chance with you

“C’mon, let’s get out of here,” Ben says, signaling to Ward to help them bring their stuff back out to the van

They wrap it up and leave quickly, and Ward, Ben, and Chris try to figure out how to help their heartbroken drummer 

You spend the rest of the party looking for Rodrick

You hope he stuck around, you really want to tell him how great he was

When the alcohol runs out and the party’s over, Madison and Heather sleep over, helping you clean up 

Technically Heather makes Madison help you clean up

All they can talk about is prom coming up, but your mind is still on Rodrick

And how you didn’t get to see him

You wish you could have told him how amazing he was

Even if he’s not into you like you’re really, really into him

You just want him to know that you could listen to his music all day and never get tired of it

“...coordinating dates, and-” Heather says, turning to you suddenly, “you’re going to help us pick out dresses, right?” 

You nod, flashing her a smile and hoping to disguise your disappointment at how the night went

“Yeah,” you answer as she goes on about finding you all dates

But you know that if you can’t go to prom with Rodrick, you won’t want to go at all

You just hope by some miracle you’ll get to dance with him, at least once

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[beatificwrites]

TYPICAL DATE NIGHT WITH HOBIE ★

an: a lil sumn sumn with hobie

gender-neutral!reader & no use of y/n

content: cheesy bc i say so, some silly cuteness, heated make-out sesh

You heard continuous light taps coming from your bedroom window. You recognized the sounds as pebbles being thrown and instantly, you knew it was him. Glee began to overflow your entire being as you hurriedly bookmarked the page you were on and dropped the book you were reading.

You practically jumped off your bed and rushed over to open your window. Your eyes drifted downward and landed on Hobie’s figure that was currently in a humanly-impossible position against your apartment’s brick wall. His feet seemed glued to the wall while he balanced himself vertically off of it.

He was always random with the stunts he’d pull since he disliked consistency and loved finding different ways to surprise you. You playfully rolled your eyes at him in disbelief, not being able to fully grasp the fact that your boyfriend was quite literally defying gravity; a perk of being spiderpunk.

“Hey, babe, got somethin’ I wanna play for you!” he shouted.

You watched as he effortlessly whipped out his guitar from behind as if he wasn’t 40 feet off the ground.

“shoot!” you shouted back.

With zero hesitation, Hobie powerfully struck the chords once before playing an impressive guitar riff, just for you. His gifted fingers ran up and down the chords, allowing the guitar to produce the electrifying, melodic sound you loved so much. He was nothing short of a virtuoso, so cool, you thought.

“What’d you think?” Hobie asked, not needing your approval, though he’d appreciate it very much.

“It was awesome!! I loved it, baby.” you gushed with clasped hands.

“Good.” was all he said, then he shot a web at the edge of your window to yank himself up and kiss your lips.

The soft embrace of his lips was all you needed to feel warm and at peace again. Life outside of your relationship was tiring and hectic, but the precious moments you shared with him calmed the storm.

“Come in!” you beckoned, after pulling away.

“Ma pleasure.” he said before tucking his guitar behind him and climbing in through your window.

“So, I got a couple of movie ideas…we down for rom-coms or slashers tonight?” you asked as grabbed the dvds.

“I think we exhausted all the slasher films known to man, love. I could go for some ‘13 going on 30’ right about now.” he threw himself on your bed.

Your mouth slightly fell agape, “I can’t believe you just said that.”

“What? A man can’t switch it up every now and then?” his brows furrowed.

“He can, but every time I put on ‘13 going on 30’ you fall asleep half way through!” you lightly smacked his side as you laid down next to him.

“I’m not the same person I was last week, hell, I ain’t even the same man I was two seconds ago! I’m a changed man.” he shrugged his shoulders.

“Oh, cut the crap! You do not wanna watch it with me.” you claimed incredulously.

“Like I said, I’m a changed man.” he told you in a half-serious manner.

“You’re so stupid.” you rolled your eyes again, then you both laughed it off.

“No, but I do wanna see it with you, babe. I can’t handle another modern horror film, it’s all just uncalled for gore and porn; no substance whatsoever. It’s bollucks.” he shook his head disapprovingly.

“I’m sayinggg!” you agreed, remembering how dreadful the last horror flick you saw was.

“Wait, before we watch, can we make pizza like last time?” he asked hopefully.

“Sure, why not?” you got up and tossed the slasher dvds to the side and placed ‘13 going on 30’ next to the dvd station.

Hobie hated ordering pizza. Not because he was too shy to order, that’s why apps exist. Moreover, he hated ordering pizza because the anarchist in him preferred baking pizza at home instead of supporting the cooperate companies that prepared the same pizza.

He’d physically cringe and his face would contort into disgust whenever you’d suggest delivery instead because you were too lazy to bake. “I’ll do it by myself then!” he’d groan.

That is how the first three hours of your date night with Hobie is spent; attempting to bake spidey shaped pizzas with the clash playing in the background, throwing sauce at each other’s faces, eating said pizzas while watching 13 going on 30, teasing Hobie for shredding a tear at the wedding scene, Hobie teasing you for sobbing after that scene, you two cuddling at the end while being wrapped up in your largest blanket, and you rewarding him a kiss because finishing rom-coms with him gives you the best feeling ever. It’s the rom-com glow.

You’ll usually suggest another film or perhaps a show to binge watch, and you two immerse yourselves in that for about another three hours. Sweet whispers are exchanged from time to time and Hobie’s dispersed kisses across your neck make a feature.

“You’re really cute when you look all focused.” he said out of the blue.

You hadn’t realized he had been admiring your face for a while now, or that his focus was shifting elsewhere.

“This is reality tv! There’s lots of drama to keep up with.” you reasoned without turning to look at him.

“Look at me.” he simply said.

“Amanda’s just about to find out her husband’s having an affair!” you quickly tapped him, trying not to lose concentration from the screen. Without warning, the show was suddenly muted.

“Hey, why’d you-

“Com’ere.” he gently grabbed your chin and hushed you with his lips.

You kissed him back, then pulled away asking, “what?”

“I don’ know. Just felt a huge urge to kiss you.” he admitted as his mouth curved into a smile.

“Oh. Well, I have no problem Mr. suspense-ruiner, as long as you continue to do it.” you cupped his face, forgot all about the tv and brought him in for another smooch.

He rubbed one hand on your hip. You two were laying side by side, but his slow, gentle touch made you want to change that.

The hand rubbing on your hip made its way up to your shoulders and down again, in yet another slow, teasing manner. He caressed the side of your body, then let his hand slide dangerously down onto your rump. He gave it soft squeeze and you hummed; his touch aroused the growing swarm of excitement in your abdomen.

You swung a leg over his torso and he was able to smooth his hand over your thigh. He’d run his hand up and down, his gentle caressing becoming a bit more firm. The feel of your bodies pressing against each other made this moment all the more enticing. Neither of you could get enough. With every hum or whimper you’d allow to escape, Hobie could feel himself twitch.

You extended your hand and lightly rubbed his shoulder. After a moment, your hand dropped to his bicep and began to grope the defined muscle. Eventually, you had to pull away to catch your breath and you both would only chuckle while looking at each other.

Hobie kept his hands on you as you took the initiative to straddle his waist. His hands shifted to your hips and he gave you a reassuring look before saying, “Absolutely no pressure, love. We go as far as your comfortable with.”

You appreciated how he reassured you every time to ensure that you were comfortable. He made you feel seen and at ease. Definitely one of the most refreshing parts of your companionship with him.

“Mhm, of course.” you nodded.

“I love you, sweetheart.” he professed with hooded eyes.

“I love you too.”

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© beatificwrites

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[phoenixyfriend]

Totally the Real Jango

Have another time-travel concept:

Clones go back in time. Run into some Mandos, most probably the Haat'ade. Subsequently LIE THEIR ASSES OFF. Specifically:

Sheer, bald-faced lying that they are are Jango himself from the future, relying on the pronounced age but identical DNA to sell it.

Any questions of fact that they get wrong regarding current and recent status with the Fetts or with Jaster get explained away with 'it was decades ago,' because they look like they're fifty, and this Jango is Twelve or something.

@jebiknights offered:

I can't decide if baby Jango would be really impressed with "older him" or extremely "unimpressed." Also potential hilarity for Jango to be POSITIVE that the person couldn't possibly be him but DNA checks out and all the adults are like "nah Jango is just being a brat."

…technically this only works if there's one clone, unless the second clone is Boba or Omega, or both, posing as Themselves but selling the clone-is-actually-Jango gambit for reasons.

In my mind it's one of the clones that got scarred up enough that if one of Jango's childhood scars is missing, it's explained away with 'well half that leg is synthskin grafts anyway, so who the fuck knows when the small scar got replaced with a Big scar.'

Which is. Most of the clones that survived that long.

So much of the ploy is reliant on Boba feeding information to whichever clone this is (Wolffe or Rex, probably) about his dad in order to sell the bit, but like. IDK why he'd even be cooperating. Just that he is. For the bit. And some scheming.

Boba's already an adult if the clone in question looks fifty or sixty, which means Jango is following him and Omega around with stars in his eyes. Jango thinks future him is scary, but future kids are badass, so he's gotta figure out what kinda cool bounty hunter he can be, even if the future sounds like hell in a handbasket.

But the IMPORTANT PART is that Boba is uncomfortable as hell due to. uh. lying to his dad. and also the fact that bb Jango does not know, at all, how complex all the feelings that he and Omega and the older clone hold towards dead future Jango are.

Jaster is kind of happy/excited to see them all, but the fake future Jango is... not very friendly or familiar with him? Which he's upset by until Boba says "you died when he was fourteen, so um. I never even got to meet you? And I guess he doesn't know how to feel about it" which is a great way to lie with the truth.

I don't want Boba to be too old, but the age difference needs to make sense with how old they look. Early twenties for Boba would be mid-forties for the other clone?

And stress added a bit.

And they can drop the odd joke about how Jango 'aged well' and looks younger than he is.

(If the time-traveller clone is Rex, they are definitely being stalked by a former Jedi who is really weirdly fond of staking out in trees.)

By the time the double aging actually shows, they'll have hopefully come clean and/or skipped town (whatever their actual goal is).

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[quickandsilvers]

I have been thinking,,, non stop about that Peter Maximoff music ask,,, and like

Another song that popped into my head that apocalypse era Peter would use in such a scenario? Rod Stewart, "Do Ya Think I’m Sexy?"

Like,,, I'm sorry, are we gonna pretend that it's NOT a song he'd fuck to?

ALSO Dark Phoenix Peter! Another song that I think fits his vibe! Alice Cooper, "Poison". Like, it's just... it's got the edge, the sexy bass, the desperation, the... everything.

Hhhh,,,, I need this speedy silver himbo so much,,,, 😔😔😔

(Also the "bunny humping" description made me laugh, ngl...)

ROD STWART?! 100 PERCENT AGREED, ANON! ITS NOT AN OPINION ANYMORE, IT’S DOWNRIGHT THE TRUTH!!!

Alice Cooper is definitely a go-to for bedroom times with quickie, esp ‘You and Me’🧎‍♀️💕💖

Alright, here’s some songs i think would be playing whilst Peter x reader are getting it on:

-Hotel California- Eagles (maybe this is just a fantasy for me but… let’s dwell on it, ‘kay?)

-Kiss from a Rose- Seal (can you imagine singing along to the chorus whilst being drilled against a wall? HOH MAMA)

-Layla- Derek & The Dominos (a given. Someone suggested this before and it’s the nothing but the truth)

-Money For Nothing- Dire Straits (need I give an explanation? maybe a little too groovy for seggsy times with our speedster though…)

-Whole Lotta Love- Led Zeppelin (had to fan myself from the mere thought of this one,, goddamn)

-Stargazer- Rainbow (He’s totes gonna try and fuck you to the beat. And with the tempo of this song? Hoh’ boy, get ready to explain to Charles why you need him to lend you his spare wheelchair for a week)

-Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’ - Journey (i think the name says enough)

-White Wedding - Pt. 1- Billy Idol (This SCREAMS dark phoenix peter)

-Hungry Like the Wolf- Duran Duran (honestly? I might as well add the entire Duran Duran discography to this mixtape. He probably plays this especially when eating you out and makes a lame joke about the song title before devouring you)

-Wham Bam Shang-A-Lang- Silver (you probably both belt this to eachother, maybe even pausing your fooling around just to have a little groove💕💕oh boy does this make my heart flutter)

-(I Just) Died In Your Arms- Cutting Crew (Peter added this thinking he was the romantic of the century. Like “babe, whaddaya mean it’s corny?”)

-Emotion Detector- Rush (thank you Geddy Lee for creating the song of the millennium🧎‍♀️)

-I Want to Know What Love Is- Foreigner (a classic. a staple for love songs in the 80s, dare i miss it out?? Also again, a very dark phoenix peter song)

-Sugar Walls- Sheena Easton (Peter only really added this to get a laugh out of you. He’s insistent on the fact that you taste sweeter than a twinkie..i wonder what walls he’s referring to, hm?)

-Slide It In- Whitesnake (c’mon now, what did you really expect,,, from a goof with the humour of a twelve year-old boy no less?)

-Flesh For Fantasy- Billy Idol (thank you our lord and saviour Billy Idol for the contributions to this mixtape, you never fail us)

Honourable mention:

-Carless Whisper- George Michael (Just like he did with The Cutting Crew, Peter added this under the impression he was the epitome of romantic. The deadpan/unimpressed look you gave him said otherwise. That was the first and last time Peter took seductive song suggestions from Deadpool.. why did he even ask??)

#totes not writing a fic on this (i am) #someone tranqualize me im taking these ideas and running with them #peter maximoff #quicksilver #evan peters #xmen #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff fluff #peter maximoff smut #xmen peter maximoff #evan peters masterlist #evan peters headcannons #evan peters x reader #evan peters characters #quicksilver smut

[mishy-mashy]

A bit of a toss to the wind, but what if Shinomori is related to Bruce? Probably not gonna happen but

They have:

Straight nose bridges

Thick necks

Same ears

Spiky yet fluffy hair that's still somewhat cooperative

Both their eyes are flat on top with small/single eyelids, and a bit of a tired or intimidating feel about their eyes

Small pupils (sanpaku eyes)

Mouths that naturally frown the same way

Similar chins and jawlines

Long legs

Both are weirdly, VERY tall, and intimidating on first impressions

Both are cautious individuals that rebel against society in their own way: Bruce by fighting directly, and Shinomori by ducking out

The fact Bruce knew where to find him and gave the Factor to some guy he met in the forest, and being as level-headed as Bruce, there had to be a deeper reason for his choice (unless it's just desperation and Shinomori's the most level-headed existence after Bruce dealt with Kudo's experimenting) beyond simply "Shinomori's a good choice"

Because Bruce was not one of the "as they laid down to die, it was passed to an unfortunate soul" vestiges, he had time and passed it on his own terms. There's also some degree of trust when every user passes on the Factor, and Bruce had space to choose his next person.

Shinomori and Bruce are level-headed and self-sacrificial without thinking. (Technically this applies to a LOT of characters, but-)

Shinomori pushed everyone behind him and got snatched by AFO so no one would be stolen, even though he hid from the guy his whole life. No hesitation at all in this.

Look at how there's multiple "whams", he didn't just push one person. Even Kudo's legs are blurred, his arms are raised, and he looks mid-air, despite being on his feet earlier. Like he was thrown back. Banjo and Nana's mouths are open in shock, and you can tell by their bodies' positions they weren't running (except maybe Bruce).

They all look like they were pushed. En got shoved in the middle of his back, and his blur even lines up with Shinomori's hand, Yoichi got thrown back, and Nana doesn't look like she was running, but that she was being tripped from Shinomori.

Banjo panicked and the first thing he did was yell the news to Midoriya. AFO surprised them, but Shinomori did too.

Like I mentioned in my [Shinomori is cute] post,

"His sense of self-preservation is probably heightened by the nature of his Quirk to keep him out of danger too."

And he still put everyone else before him. Even when he was caught, all he said was along the lines of "I leave the Ninth to you!".

Meanwhile, Bruce was willing to go against AFO in a closed space, back when AFO was at his peak and just killed Yoichi. He wasn't thinking either, he just took a stance. And Fa Jin was not as strong as we see Midoriya use it back then. Meanwhile, this is AFO at his strongest point.

Are both very "Do or Die". And both have died in the Do. (Protecting OFA, when alive and dead; passing it on, cultivating on their turns, giving up their Factors to damage AFO and protect OFA in their own ways [being taken, forceful transfer], etc)

Like Bruce, Shinomori communicates. He's eloquent, and explains a lot for Midoriya to understand about OFA's mechanics.

He explained how OFA couldn't be wielded by naturally Quirked people.

He explained his own life story to elaborate and add reasoning and consequence.

He introduced himself and asked Midoriya questions so he could participate and further his understanding about OFA.

When Midoriya was clearly hurt and tired in his running around alone, Shinomori calls him out with "Ninth, your injuries aren't fully healed yet". He remained and watched him go as Midoriya pushed them all away. And Shinomori could tell their Quirks were only giving Midoriya the power he needs to accomplish his goals. He didn't keep this knowledge from the other users, saying it immediately.

Though he's also a bit roundabout in communication like Bruce

"One For All cannot be wielded by a normal person." meaning normal, Quirked people

"This too, is destiny." *is immediately contrasted by Banjo saying it's timing*

"Do you know how I died?" *knows the answer is no. answers himself* "I died of old age."

"I'll get straight to the point." *has to correct himself before he starts to go on for too long*

Maybe just because they're both tall and have muscles, but. Shoulder blades and biceps. (Oh boy, two things most humans have)

If they're related, it just gives more reason to why Bruce can put up with Kudo; he's dealt with Shinomori and his weirdness

#originally part of the [SHINOMORI IS CUTE] post but this was getting long and i needed pictures #they had resemblances so i thought this #a theory thats probably not gonna happen tho if we wanna give each vestige their own identity #apart from each other. like tayutai en and shimura nana. they could be related but they also have different last names #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #my hero academia #spoilers #hikage shinomori #bruce #image limit so im rbing this with some cute pics i wanna add

[soul-controller]

The Birthday Wish

This story was written a few years ago as a special birthday gift for @bizzhideaway​, but I decided to post it publicly just in time to celebrate another birthday of his. 

As Bryce arrived home from a belated birthday celebration with some friends, the 5’11” man was understandably confused by the large birthday cake sitting on his front doorstep. While he certainly didn’t mind getting any late birthday gifts, Bryce was unsure who could have been responsible for the cake. He had just spent the evening out with his entire friend group, so the identity behind the mysterious cake only confused the man further. 

But as he grabbed the cake and unlocked his door, he soon found some relief in a small envelope taped to the side of the box. Upon setting the cake down on his counter, the recently turned 37-year-old was quick to snatch the envelope and pull out the card within it. “Here’s to a life-changing birthday Bryce! Make sure that you make a wish, you never know if it could come true… ;)” the card read, signed off with the name Nate, which caused Bryce to finally connect some dots. For days now, his online friend Nate had vowed to send him a birthday gift, but given his friend’s scatterbrained mind, Bryce hadn’t really expected anything to come from his friend given the fact that he had lived on the other side of the country. But while Bryce thought it was sweet that his online friend had found the time to send him a gift, he found himself now having more questions rather than answers, with the main one being in regards to how Nate was able to find out Bryce’s address. 

While he was certainly planning on asking all of his questions to his friend as soon as he got back onto his computer, there was a perfectly good cake demanding his attention and he was not willing to wait a second longer! So as he quickly flicked on the TV in his living room and switched the channel to ESPN to catch up on the highlights of the day, the man searched around his kitchen for a lighter. Giving a smile to himself after finding one, the man finally began to light the numbered candles as he watched the game highlights and tried to figure out his perfect wish. 

To Bryce’s both relief and joy, the TV revealed that one of his favorite teams (the Los Angeles Rams) had an impressive game, beating the New York Giants by an incredibly wide margin. Although there were many hunks in the NFL, Bryce constantly found himself impressed by (and jealous of) all of the hotness in the Rams locker room. Not only did the team have some of the man’s biggest athletic crushes, such as Cooper Kupp and Aaron Donald, but the team was led by his favorite head coach Sean McVay. 

While there were some clear differences between himself and Sean, Bryce loved most of all the fact that he was now the same age as his favorite coach. At 37 years old, Sean was in peak physical form while leading the Rams to be a strong contender in the NFC West division. Sure, all of the money and the respect he inherited from the position was admirable and something Bryce longed for himself, but none of that compared to the man’s impressive body. 

With a strong nose and stubble that seemed to be permanently stuck in a 5 o’clock shadow, Sean had an impressive visage that was often the cause of many fantasies that Bryce had after watching the coach’s press conferences and interviews. But not only was the man’s face impressive as his entire body was well-maintained as well. His abs remained quite prominent on his aged frame and even his pectorals and biceps seemed incredibly youthful on Sean’s body. With a physique like that, it was no wonder that the man was able to get an equally gorgeous Ukrainian fiancé! 

Thinking about all of Sean’s hunky features along with his general attraction towards Aaron and Cooper, Bryce quickly knew what he wanted his wish to be. While he had spent most of his other birthday wishes on serious things like wishing to have a vacation away from work and going on a great hike, Bryce figured he could at least make one joke wish for his own enjoyment. He knew that none of the wishes would come true anyway, so why would it matter if he spent this one on something impossible? With his mind made up, Bryce finally began to state his wish aloud. “I wish I was a part of the Los Angeles Rams,” the man said, closing his eyes as he took a big inhale of air. After waiting a few seconds, the man finally began to exhale and let the warm air blow out his candles so he could finally eat some cake and relax on the couch. 

However, as soon as Bryce exhaled, an ear-splitting mix of loud voices began to permeate through the man’s residence. Opening his eyes to figure out what was going on, the man’s face went agape as he suddenly found himself surrounded by men either completely shirtless or clad in football gear. In his shock, the man understandably looked around the room to try and figure out where he was and how he got there. But as he saw the Rams logo and the various jerseys of the players popping up in his vision, Bryce soon began to realize that the impossible had occurred: his dream had come true! 

Looking down to check out the reasoning behind the weight settled on his forearms, Bryce was greeted to the sight of a large cake celebrating the team’s win against the Giants. Luckily before he could drop it due to the pure shock of the situation, the cake was quickly plucked from his arms by some assistant coaches so they could cut some pieces and feed the hungry and rowdy hunks. Still in a pure state of disbelief, Bryce took the opportunity to move towards the corner of the locker room so he could try to wrap his head around what was going on. 

As he looked down and caught sight of his arms, it was immediately clear to the man that he wasn’t in his real body. There was a tightness and an inner power coursing through his body that he could immediately identify any time he did something as simple as scratching his upper arms or any other nervous tic he had. Due to this understanding, Bryce then decided to try to deduce the person whose body he is currently inhabiting. So, one-by-one, the transformed man began to do a mental roll call of who he saw in front of him to narrow down the roster. 

Continuing to stare as a mob of people flooded the middle of the locker room to pick up some cake, Bryce narrowed his eyes as he scanned the room for any familiar faces. He saw the Rams quarterback Matthew Stafford making small talk with the burly hunk Aaron Donald, which had actually made him feel a bit bummed about not being in his impressively buff body. But even through the sadness, just the sight of the man was enough to elicit a physical response in Bryce’s new body as his dick began to rise and press against the fabric of the pants he was now wearing. Scanning through the crowd further, he finally noticed Cooper Kupp’s blond hair standing out against the sea of blue and yellow helmets of players eager to get cake. With so many potential candidates slimmed down to next to no one in the roster, Bryce was able to quickly figure out who he was now: he was in the body of Sean McVay. 

As if on cue, Cooper approached Bryce before saying a simple “Here you go Coach” and handing him a plate of cake with a smile on his face. It was insane to think that he was now just fully in control of McVay’s body, especially since it was someone who he had thirsted over for so many years and someone who clearly had the respect of the team’s star wide receiver. After thanking the blond-haired hunk, the new head coach awkwardly made his way out of the populated locker room and towards the office connected to it. Upon pulling the door of Sean’s office shut and closing the blinds, Bryce began to try to wrap his head around the situation once more. 

Pacing around the room in a hectic mental state, Bryce tried to understand how this was possible. All he did was make a wish on that cake from Nate… the cake that had a card telling him to make sure he made a wish! Was it possible that his friend somehow had caused this? If it really happened, what exactly did Nate do to him? Was this just a simple body swap or did Bryce just fully become Sean McVay to the point where his original identity was removed from this universe? If it was a real body swap though, Bryce couldn’t help but wonder how the real Sean was dealing with being in his body… 

Stopping while being deep in thought, Bryce soon found his attention shifting as he caught sight of a mirror hanging on the wall of Sean’s office. Moving towards it and leaning in, Bryce was understandably excited and turned on by what he saw since it only confirmed what he had already known: he was truly Sean McVay! With glee, he ran his thicker and wider hands along his face as he studied and marveled the new features he possessed. As he flashed a smile and chuckled to himself, Bryce was clearly impressed by the pure white set of teeth that were now being shown off. While he certainly loved his old body, he couldn’t deny that being Sean was an absolute dream come true! 

Feeling eager to check himself out further, Bryce peeled himself out of the coach’s blue Rams shirt and stared in amazement at his impressive new physique. For years, he had tried to get a physique similar to what Sean possessed, but no matter how hard he worked out or dieted, Bryce found himself unable to gain the same type of meaty pecs and defined abdominals that were proudly displayed on Sean’s body. As he cupped the muscles that were his new biceps and smirked at just how strong he now was, his new manhood was clearly enjoying the show as well and eager for him to give it some form of release. “Fuck, you’re one sexy hunk,” Bryce purred, his new somewhat raspy voice clearly furthering the throbbing in the man’s dick. 

But as he moved towards the window and peeked through the blinds, he couldn’t help but allow himself to start thirsting over these players he had crushed on. Aaron was now shirtless and walking around the somewhat-emptying locker room, showing off that wide and strong physique of his. While Cooper clearly wasn’t as built and defined as Aaron, the sight of his perky ass and strong quad muscles was still quite enough to get the new head coach riled up and eager to experiment with the players. Although he knew that Sean was engaged to a woman, Bryce was absolutely willing to risk it all to get some more alone time with his favorite players. Maybe he could get them to stay back after everyone else leaves and they could continue the post-game celebration in the team sauna… 

“Hey coach, the press is waiting for you!” a disembodied voice says, interrupting Bryce from his kinky train of thought. 

Turning to the side to stare at the smaller assistant coach, Bryce was understandably flustered and unsure of how to explain why the head coach was suddenly shirtless and staring through the blinds of his office. “Thanks, I’ll head out there soon…” Bryce awkwardly said, which was enough to get the assistant coach to leave so Bryce could figure out what to do. While the previous incidents of thinking about what to do had caused intense mental quandaries, this time was quite simple for the man. There was only one thing for him to do now: be Sean McVay. While he didn’t know if the change was permanent or not, Bryce wasn’t willing to waste any more time overthinking about what’s going to happen. He was going to live in the moment and be Sean McVay both physically and mentally. So, with a pep in his step, the man quickly pulled on his t-shirt while staring into the mirror one last time (at least for the next hour or so until he could better check himself out). 

Admiring himself was quite the vain thing to do, but as Bryce flexed and watched his biceps strain against the fabric of his sleeves and his pectorals proudly jut out from his chest, he couldn’t blame himself for such vanity! He was an absolute hunk in every way, and as a result, he was willing to let all of his previous reservations fall to the wayside and embrace his new identity. As Sean McVay, he was going to put in intense amounts of effort to help train these players to be the best they could be. There was an inner drive building up in the man, so much so that he was now beginning to think about just how great it would be to add a Super Bowl ring to his jewelry collection. Hell, with such an impressive ring like that on his fingers, he may have a reason to repaint his nails to be a lighter shade of blue to match the team’s colors next season. With the clarity of being a hunky coach, Bryce knew that there was nothing wrong with being proud of his team and showcasing his admiration for the team in any way he wanted (even if it could be viewed as “feminine”). He was in the body of one of the manliest men he’d ever seen, so he knew that he could easily get away with anything given his impressive build and intimidating appearance. 

With a wide grin permanently spread across his gorgeous face, the new Sean McVay made his way out of the office and allowed the other coaches to lead the way towards the post-game press conference. He certainly had a lot to brag about now, and due to this, he was eternally grateful for the new life he had been gifted from his friend.

#male transformation #body swap #athlete

[ruified]

the long awaited review of storm bringer

sorry this took me so long to do i had some stuff happening

THIS ONE WILL BE LONG SO GET READY!!

Bang!

A hollow blast echoed through the street.

Chuuya stood stock-still as numerous bloodlike streams slid down his head-from multicolored party streamers.

"Happy one-year Port Mafia anniversary, Chuuya!" The pool hall rang with the five men's cheerful shouts. Chuuya looked around the room with an annoyed glare.

"..What is wrong with you people?"

first of all i love the flags dearly, i always have ever since i saw the stageplay but the ln really just sealed the deal for me <3

of course, getting attached was a BAD IDEA but anyway

"Now I get it!" His voice was unnecessarily loud. "You thought you could pull a fast one on me, showin' me this so I'd get all weepy and apologize! That's what's goin' on, isn't it?!"

"Hmm? No, actually, we—"

now here we have chuuya not believing the gift from the flags he received was genuine and it makes me wonder how more distrustful he had become since joining the pm :(

Up until a few minutes ago, there were six people in the room... but now there were seven.

"No need to clap," said the seventh man.

I LOVED ADAMS ENTRANCE SO MUCH MORE IN THE LN ITS SO FUNNY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH he’s so silly guys live laugh love adam frankenstein

"Chuuya, you cannot defeat Verlaine alone, which is why I was sent here. He is no ordinary assassin. Paul Verlaine is the king of assassins—and your elder brother."

now i just find it interesting that despite not biologically being related, adam still refers to paul as chuuya’s brother

i always thought paul was simply a self proclaimed brother but adam’s wording suggests otherwise

"Yeah, this is my problem," began Chuuya, standing in front of the closed door. "But if something like this happened to one of you guys, I don't think I could just ignore it. I'd try to help whether you liked it or not; I bet the rest of you'd feel the same way. So, detective, spit it out and tell them, too, or I'm not gonna cooperate."

The group stared at him, wide-eyed and impressed.

"Hey, did you guys hear that?" asked Piano Man.

"I did," Iceman said with a nod.

"I forgot to turn on my tape recorder." Lippmann gave a faint smirk.

"Tsk. On second thought, I'm just gonna handle this on my own."

"No way, man! No take-backs! I'm not letting you out that door."

this was so cute guys, i love the moment of vulnerability and the way they tease him like older brothers

It was Dazai's dark figure. Chuuya tried calling out to him, straining his voice, until he finally regained consciousness.

He was lying in front of that pool hall: Old World. He was no longer focused on Dazai but the inside of the hall. The undeniable stench of blood filled the air.

it’s the fact that he knew to bring him to old world which on the one hand is sweet but the other hand it’s… suspicious

"I'm gonna save you! Hold on!"

It was evident that there was no saving him, even without getting closer for a better look. His abdomen was torn open, exposing his ribcage.

"I'm sorry, Chuuya... He got me. I can't see... I can't even feel my legs anymore," Albatross gurgled in a whisper. His eyes were no longer seeing the world of the living. His legs were crushed from the knees down as well.

"But I saved Doc. I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him out of the attack's way," said Albatross. "Everyone else is dead.

And I'm gonna die, too. But Doc... He needs your help..."

Albatross's right hand was clutching onto Doc's collar like a treasure he held dear. Doc's eyes were closed as if he were sleep-ing, and he didn't have a scratch on his body—his upper body, that is. There was nothing left of Doc from the waist down.

"…"

Chuuya groaned and clenched his jaw tight. He had to consciously fight the urge to scream.

"All right," Chuuya replied evenly, keeping his emotions at bay.

"I'll take care of Doc. He's gonna be okay thanks to you. You always were amazing like that. You should be proud."

albatross’ death actually made me ill so i’m sharing it with you all now

"Yeah, it's true." His voice rang of bitterness. It sounded as if he would have rather died than admit it. "But I can't get in touch with him. Whatever. Hope he's dead in a ditch somewhere."

"I see." I, however, believed that we would be in trouble if we lost an ideal player for the mission. "Can you trust this individual?"

"Trust him? No way," Master Chuuya spat. "He's a real piece of shit. Got a twisted personality to go with it, too. He's the kind of guy who'd try to sell water to someone who was drowning. What makes him even scarier, though, is that he'd actually pull it off. He's sharp in a bad kind of way. But we won't be able to beat Verlaine without him."

i love the way he describes dazai it’s so funny

Those who knew Dazai didn't dare come near his home-not even his Port Mafia subordinates-and not because of how eerie the area was. Rather, nobody knew how Dazai would react when someone invaded his private space. Perhaps he would tear off their limbs and kill them, or perhaps he would welcome them with open arms and a cup of tea. Nobody could understand how Dazai worked.

what a goofy fella

"Charming place you have here, Dazai," came a lighthearted voice. "What frightens you so much that you choose to live in such a dreary place? Real estate tax?"

verlaine says this… we’re supposed to be scared of this guy? BRO IS GOOFY

"Gimme your pen."

"Be my guest."

After grabbing the pen that was handed to him, Chuuya effortlessly scrawled something within the signature column at the bottom of the document. When the detective leaned forward to check the signature, he was met with the following words:

Eat shit.

Chuuya then tossed the pen on the desk, wrapped his arms behind his head, leaned back in his chair, and put his feet up.

he’s such an ass i love him so much

"I see." A self-deprecating smirk played on his lips. "But, detective..."

Chuuya's eyes had clouded over, shrouded in darkness.

"…you should probably save your sympathy for a fellow human."

he was already questioning his humanity despite not having been to the lab yet and it hurts so bad guys :(

"Chuuya's not with you? Good grief. He's even late to important events like this." Verlaine's tone was casual and carefree, even. "I bet he would show up late to a first date, too. You know, as his brother, I worry about him. Sigh..."

verlaine doing shit like this again

"He—Chuuya—was wearing a military uniform I think he stole from somewhere. He was a huge mess. His face and hair were filthy. He wasn't wearing shoes, either," Shirase continued, voice quavering. "We—the Sheep's original members—thought he was some orphan living on the streets. He spoke to us first.

"What's that square thing?' is what he said."

Shirase looked down at the ground as if he was desperately trying to remember every detail that happened that day.

"I had no idea what he was talking about... I thought he was just weird. That's when he said, 'Tell me what that square thing is in your hand. Right now.'"

Shirase lifted his gaze and idly stared into the distance.

"I was holding a slice of bread."

A deep silence reigned over the corridor, eerily so, especially after the destruction that preceded it. Verlaine quietly listened to the story.

"When I told him it was bread, he asked, 'Can you eat it?' Then when I went 'Yeah' and tore off a piece and ate it to show him, he did the last thing I was expecting him to do. He fainted, like he was out of batteries. It wasn't until I went over to check up on him that I noticed how skinny he was. He looked half dead. The others were weirded out and didn't want anything to do with him, but I gave him bread and some water. After convincing the group, I took him with me to the Sheep hideout in the sewers."

chuuya nakahara you are sickening

"Hey, don't look so worried! It'll be fine! I was the brains of the Sheep, and you're gonna have me on your side now, so there's nothing to worry about! I'll help you find the next target in no time!"

My arithmetic operator indicated it was highly probable Shirase was not the brains of anything but simply was useless in every other regard. I immediately shut down the operation. I did not want to know the truth.

I LOVE ADAM SO MUCH HES SO FUNNY

Master Chuuya watched Shirase flail his arms about for a full ten seconds before deeply sighing.

"What are you lookin' at me like that for?!" Shirase demanded.

"Nothing... If I told ya, it'd just make things worse," Master Chuuya said before averting his gaze.

they’re so childish too i love them

"Sigh... Somebody call a wahmbulance for this guy, seriously."

chuuya making fun of shirase again

Verlaine stood in mute amazement for a few moments before nodding as if he had figured out what was going on. "Now I get it. I finally see how you two did it."

Master Chuuya and Dazai stood side by side. There was something surprisingly perfect about it.

Two young men with completely different personalities...

they’re so meant for each other guys it’s crazy

"You messed with the wrong guy, Verlaine," Dazai said with a faint smirk. "I know exactly how to deal with someone who can manipulate gravity. Day in and day out, I've spent every waking and sleeping moment think about how I can annoy Chuuya."

he’s literally obsessed with him

After staring in mute amazement for a brief moment, his lips eased into a smile.

"Show-off."

It was an annoyed yet relieved smile. He then promptly began giving orders into the radio.

"Everyone, prepare for battle. Chuuya is heading toward the target."

why is he as a man amazed by another man

"Incredible," a dumbfounded Dazai muttered as he watched from the top of the gas tank. "So this is the power of Arahabaki."

like he literally is so captivated by chuuya throughout this entire scene, every time they mention dazai it’s like “he watched in absolute awe” or something

"So that's Arahabaki's—that's Chuuya's true form," Dazai muttered feverishly as he stared up from the surface.

he’s so down bad

After limply floating in the air for a few sec-onds, the wings on Chuuya's back vanished, and he slowly began to fall.

Until Dazai caught him.

…

"Sleep well, Chuuya." Dazai faintly smiled at him. "I forgot to bring a pen with me, so I won't draw on your face this time. You're welcome."

down terrible

"Wish you were me, huh? A future king needs a big city to set up base, after all!" Shirase gloated. "I learned something from all this. The mechanical detective that died, the king of assassins— they were incredible. I couldn't believe people like them actually existed. The world really is a big place! That's why I'm gonna use the gemstones I stole from the research facility to set up a base in London! The next time you see me, I'm gonna be the king of an organization even bigger than the Port Mafia. I'll make sure to keep a position open for you, Chuuya."

guys shirase is such an idiot i love him so much

“the world really is a big place!” like no shit sherlock you’re just figuring this out?

"Would you like to hear an android joke, Master Chuuya?" Chuuya stood in utter disbelief, mouth agape in astonishment.

He eventually took in a deep breath—possibly the deepest he'd ever taken. Then all of a sudden, he cracked a smile...

"Ha-ha-ha!"

...and laughed.

CHUUYA CARES ABOUT ADAM AND I SNIFF SNIFFLE EUGHHH

"I'm sorry, Rimbaud," he said in almost a whisper as he clenched his jaw. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't treat you like the friend you were. I'm sorry I couldn't thank you for the present you gave me on my birthday. And now that you're no longer here... Now I'm just so terribly sad."

Verlaine's voice trembled as he lifted his head to the heavens and closed his eyes. He kept still. For the longest time, he remained there facing the night sky.

RIMLAINE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

He had no interest in the outside world. There was nobody he wanted to kill or see. The only person he missed was Rimbaud, but he was gone.

THEY MAKE ME ILL

guys i love rimlaine so much they’re so important to me

anyways those were my quotes hehe hope you enjoyed uhhh GO READ STORMBRINGER ITS PHENOMENAL

#ෆ┊¡ notes from val #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd dazai #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #dazai osamu #bsd stormbringer #rimlaine #paul verlaine #arthur rimbaud #skk #soukouku

[honeycomb-fics]

🎅 Dabi Home for Christmas 🎄

Dabi x Reader

Crack, Christmas and your boyfriend flirting with your mom

Summary: You bring your boyfriend, Dabi, home to meet your parent's for the first time on Christmas

(This is a repost from my old old old blog from like 2018)

“Babe, I still don’t think this is a good idea”, Your crispy boyfriend said to you as he tugged at the sleeves of the sweater you had picked out for him, clearly irritated.

“It’s too late to back out now, I already told my entire family that you’re coming” You replied honestly. It was about time that your family met Dabi. You had been seeing each other for almost a year now, and you were quite sick of your relatives pestering you about when you would finally meet someone or offering to introducing you to the “their friend’s son” or even the occasional “nice boy they met at the grocery store”.

Sure you had your reservations on how your family would react to your boyfriend, but if the two of you were in it for the long haul, it was a necessary step. Aside from your outward appearances, Dabi and you were already a strange match. He was a villain, living a dangerous lifestyle, a bad boy, and you… you were an accountant. You were responsible, you recycled, and generally didn’t have a bad bone in your body.

“I seriously look fucking ridiculous”, Dabi protested when he saw his appearance in the mirror, attempting to take in the fact that you had somehow convinced him to wear fitted khaki slacks and an argyle sweater. “I don’t see why I can’t dress like I normally do, is your family really full of all stuck up assholes that it’s going to matter this much?”

“Please just wear the outfit. It’s one day. First impressions matter a lot. After this, I don’t care what you wear, I promise. It’s Christmas dinner please just cooperate this once, Dabi” you begged him exasperated. You wanted to just leave already for the damn Christmas party and he was being so difficult.

******

Finally the two of you arrived at your grandmother’s house. You looked at Dabi and made sure he remembered his backstory that you drilled into his head a thousand times on the ride over. You two met at a coffee shop and he was in his final year at the local university finishing up his business degree. Definitely NOT in the league of villains…. He wondered if your family was going to buy any part of your story once they got one look at his face, but he was at least willing to have a front row seat for an entertaining evening.

As soon as you opened the front door you were greeted by your mother enthusiastically walking towards to hug you, “MERRY CHRISTMA-” she stopped short when she saw your… boyfriend emerge from the door behind you. “…s…..” She continued to stare open mouthed directly at him.

“Mom… stop it.. You’re being rude” you muttered under your breath while gripping her wrist before continuing louder “Mom, this is my boyfriend Dabi”

You glared back at him, indicating that it was his turn to say something to your mother as well.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you from Y/N” Dabi spoke in a even toned manner, not indicating any hint of nervousness. Honestly you were actually impressed with his manners, you weren’t sure what to expect honestly given he was always a bit of a smartass with you. “I can definitely see where she gets all of her good looks from. You’re just as beautiful as your daughter is”

You look back at him, mortified. Is he seriously trying to win your mother over by flirting with her? Swiveling your head back to glance at mother dearest, you see that her cheeks are flushed. No, this is not happening, nope.

“Oh, stop it.” She waved her hand at him, before winking at you “I like this one already. You’ve got a keeper”

What the fuck.

You caught a glimpse of your father walking up from behind your mother, thank god, you were saved from this horribly awkward experience. You were taking a mental note to choke Dabi later tonight when you got home for the humiliation you were feeling. Your father stops a few feet away clearing his throat in order to get your mother’s and presumably, Dabi’s attention.

“I assume you’re the boyfriend.. Erm.. Dabo.. Was it? Nice to meet you” He extended his hand out towards Dabi, for a handshake. However, your father seemed visibly uncomfortable with Dabi’s presence.

“Yes, Dad this is, indeed my boyfriend. Its Dabi, though… Dad..” you chimed in quickly trying to dispel any awkwardness. However, your father seemed unphased at his slip up, shrugging at his mistake.

Dabi returned the handshake and offered a forced smile.It was clear to him that he wasn’t going to be able to flirt his way into your dad’s heart. The atmosphere was quickly getting uncomfortable between the two of them and you were quick to move things along.

Your dad looked at him and asked “So, Dabo, what with all the metal in your face? Going through a phase or something?”

“Well.. OKAY.. we should probably go see grandma, huh?” you said to your mom, grabbing Dabi’s hand pulling him along with you.

On your way to the kitchen, you pulled Dabi off into the living room, to take a moment away from your family. You weren’t sure if he needed a break but you were already feeling a overwhelmed. Things were not going exactly how you had envisioned them already, you were not sure what kind of hot disaster the rest of the evening was going to hold. You ran your hands through your hair taking a deep breath.

“You doing okay?” Dabi said while laughing at you, “You still think your brilliant plan of bringing me home for the holidays was a good one?”

Shooting him an annoyed look you hissed, “Well you’re not making it any better! I can’t believe you were actually flirting with my mom! You creep!”

He was still chuckling to himself while he grabbed you from behind, snaking his arms around your waist, “You asked me to try to make them like me. I am trying. Don’t worry. I’ll be on my best behavior now”.

“Thanks. Try not to flirt with my grandma too, Dabo” you said dryly while rolling your eyes. You were going to need a lot of wine to get through this Christmas dinner…

#dabi x reader #Touya Todoroki x Reader #todoroki touya x reader #I literally have no reread this so no idea what’s going on #ENJOy #gail writes

[mikuni14]

Rewatching Ep 1-4 :)

First of all, I'm again amazed and amused by the fact that if they split into 2 groups and guys from one of them walked on their feet and just... didn't stop, they would finally reach civilization and call for help 😂 The road to this house is sentient, I swear, sometimes it's good and passable for a large car, sometimes it turns into some forest path where there is barely room for a scooter, oh, and there is also a conveniently collapsed bridge. Which other people know about, i.e. civilization AND HELP is not THAT FAR. 😭

How Phee gently holds White's hand while preparing for the filming. How does he treat him at all, how kind and caring he is. 🤔

Jin admitting he is a coward. 🤔

I wonder about the divine quality of the murderer(s) 😆 How mobile he is, how he appears often and in different places, twice he appeared in the way of boys running away on a SCOOTER (did he chase them through the forest? or does he just sit in the bushes and jump out when someone appears?), how strong he is - enough to lift Tee, or when he was hit several times in the back and head and it doesn't work on him. Same with his selectivity: he didn't finish off Por, he didn't kill Top even though he had the perfect opportunity, he killed Dang, he tried to kill Jin in the temple. And he never seems to sleep. And the fact that Top arrives on a scooter disguised as a murderer who previously attacked Tee and Tan who was then wearing black shoes and blue pants, while Top has white shoes and pants.

In deleted scene: Por counted 9 people on cctv.

Jin says that Non is alive, he just doesn't want to talk to them. 🤔 Tee and Top immediately assume it's his ghost, meaning that Non may be dead 🤔 Tee: If Non were alive, he would come to visit us, or at least he would come to Jin. Phee keeps insisting that the murderer is human. 🤔

Jin is genuinely worried about Por, he is shown comforting others, a voice of reason, a support for the group.

Phee's strange reactions: when Tee wants to leave Por and save himself, Phee is shown sitting frozen, looking at the floor. (Was that the case with Non? Was he left behind with wounds and maybe the reason he died was because no one helped him?). Or when Phee looks at Fluke strangely when he talks about leaving fingerprints on the dead body and an autopsy, and then he keeps looking at him when Fluke is visibly panicked. 🤔

Tan keeps directing the conversation towards Non, casually trying to bring out from the group what happened 3 years ago, until he loses control towards the end and DEMANDS to tell him what happened. Tan messes with Fluke's head, who only in this one scene with him, acts genuinely terrified of dying throughout the entire series, even his voice is different. Yet Tan also saw someone in the house and fought the murderer, too. What's interesting is that when the injured Tan comes back, he calls only Phee and Jin. 🤔

Now, as the first time, I'm impressed with how Tee treats White. I really can't doubt his feelings for White. His vile character, which we got to know in the flashbacks, came out in two scenes with White, when he scolds White for "not obeying" (although I have the impression that Tee is lashing out because he's panicking about filming a movie that triggers him) and when he runs away with Top (in in this scene he clearly succumbs to fear and peer pressure, they are in a frenzy in this scene. But the moment he sees the masked murderer he realizes that he left White and immediately returns).

It's interesting how Jin and Phee gravitate towards each other. I also think they are more compatible with each other than Phee and Non. And Jin can't lie to Phee and tells him the truth straight to his face, including the unpleasant one, which clearly pleases Phee.

It's also interesting how Phee and Tan often complement each other and "cooperate" wordlessly 🤔

The scooter doesn't start when Phee tries and starts immediately when the murderer sits down 🤔

Fluke is ready to worsen Por's condition, shoot Top and now hold everyone hostage (what's his plan again?), just so the truth about what happened 3 years ago doesn't come to light and just to save his precious reputation. Fluke is willing to do anything to save his bright future as a doctor. (It's very interesting how he looks at his bloody hands.) Just like the first time, I wonder about Fluke's extremely terrible behavior towards White, he is plain nasty, abusing him mentally, verbally and even physically, how often he tells him that Por may die because of him, he acts like a abusive parent with his: "can you do at least one thing right?", "you are so slow." What else struck me was the obvious fact that Fluke hates being a doctor, hates the patients, hates this job, complains when he has two patients, doesn't he know what it's like to work in a hospital? 😆Question: why does Fluke want to become a doctor, because it's definitely not his calling… 🤔 For his mom? For the money?

Jin's arm is dislocated AGAIN? What happened the first time?

Fluke to Tee: you killed a person. Tan immediately at Tee: 👀👀👀 I have the impression that Phee is working with Tan and that they just want to get confirmation of what happened first by scaring the boys. We see, for example, Tan unpacking the costume, which means he has access to it. And that is why the murderer did not kill Top - because he only wanted to freak him out (which worked, also Top's panic was contagious, also Tan is not there). Or maybe there never was a plan? Because actually everything looks quite random and accidental, they couldn't have known that Por would have a disk with the movie lying just there next to the TV (unless they already had this disk and placed it earlier), that he would let them play it, that the rest of the guys would agree to play in the new film. There's just too much randomness, dumb luck and unknowns here and the real (?) murderer is interfering with their plans.

I have a feeling that Non is either dead, missing, in a coma, or in a mental hospital and Phee and Non are trying to get information what happened. Although I wonder why they would wait 3 years for an answer, while being friends with the people who caused Non's downfall. Not to mention that Phee was sleeping with Jin and had quite an intimate and emotional relationship with him, and if he hooked up with him for revenge/spying, that would be quite a new level of sophistication and, well, being fucked up. And bit out of character for Phee, too I think. I have the impression that Phee and Tan are also shocked by what is happening, but I might be wrong.

I would say that Por's death was an accident that no one wanted (Phee, Tan and even the masked killer), if it weren't for that wire that decapitated Dang and the genuine attempt to attack Jin. Is this Non? Hmm, this would mean that Non's alive and in these three years he has either improved a lot and is able to carry out a complicated revenge plan, or his condition has gotten a lot worse and he is on a killing spree - at the same time being sane and balanced enough to carry it out successfully. (friendly reminder, that in slasher films, parents are also often the masked murderers - especially mothers..)

(Did you know that the actor playing Dang has his entire body covered with tattoos? :O) ​

#dead friend forever #dff the series #thai bl #bl drama

[biribaa]

Make a wish

Employee 432/Timekeeper x reader

TW/CW: Some bad words

Please choose a Screen and Subtitle Language.

Then you chose.

Have you played The Stanley Parable before?

Then you answered.

Please adjust the slider until the computer is barely visible.

Then you confirmed.

Please enter the current time.

Then, you chose.

Timekeeper cautiously watched all of your choices, trying to gather as much information as they could. Especially at the time part, where it was usually when they gets the most irritated. People always just leave and let at 12:00 PM, but not you. You, in fact, took the time to look at the time on your cell phone, and correctly enter the time, as requested.

Timekeeper secretly took pleasure in it, having a shred of hope that you really will get the time right next time too.

And they waited in the dark.

...

A few hours passed, and they noticed your presence coming back.

Please enter the current time.

Then, you did. Again, picking up your phone from the table and entering the time.

Hang on, hang on

Your eyebrows went up, you weren't expecting this.

Before we get started, can I just say something?

Your fingers moved away from the keyboard, and with a mixture of curiosity and hesitation, your hand slowly settled on the mouse, clicking in the black screen.

Thank you for actually setting the clock both times you've booted up the game.

Oh, sweet. With that, you grown a smile.

You were used to the Narrator always saying that you always do everything wrong and that you are always ruining his story. Even when you want to do something good, not the Narrator, but the game forces you to let him down once again with you. Seriously, when was the last time the Narrator said a "thank you" or even an "I'm proud"? Even if he was mad at Stanley, you were hurted because of Stanley's mistakes.

But then, you finally get a "thank you" for doing something good. And, and... You felt happy, you felt good.

"Thanks..." You muttered quietly, even knowing that whoever was that white text was, will not listen to you, just like Narrator.

Then, you clicked again.

A lot of people don't take that step seriously. They just leave the clock set at 12:00 and call it a day.

You're not impressed by this, you know how the vast majority of The Stanley Parable players are, always wanting to be entertained even if that means making someone genuinely mad.

You clicked again.

But you're actually taking the time to set the clock, and I appreciate that.

They appreciate you, unlike Narrator, and that just made you smile slightly more.

You clicked.

That's how I know that you care about this experience, you're paying attetion.

"Thanks." You said once again, more happily. And you clicked again.

I don't even have any way of knowing if the times you're setting are correct!

You clicked.

Tell you what, I'll make you a deal.

Oh? You got interessed.

You straightened your posture and moved your chair closer to the computer desk. And clicked

Since you've been so cooperative, next time you boot up the game and see this screen, just set the clock to your FAVORITE time.

You gasped.

Finally! A reward for doing something good! Something that Narrator never ever thought, in your vision. This just made your smile and interess in whoever was that setting person more bigger.

You clicked enthusiastically.

Go ahead, pick whinchever time you want! Even if it's not the correct time! You've earned it.

Yes, you have earned it. After enduring so many, many Narrator's rants for something you didn't even did and didn't want to do, you deserved it. Something that not even the Narrator, someone you've spent over and over again with endings together, notices. But this stranger did. They did.

Your heart softened and your eyes filled with hope. You cupped your head in the palm of your own hand and clicked again on the black screen.

Alright, I'll let you get back to the video game now.

Wait, already?

You clicked again after reading, just to come across the big title of the game and the options in white color. But no black background.

You stared at your own screen for a few seconds with your face expressionless, and your head slowly pulling out of your hand. Wait, you're going to see that person again, right?

You went back to playing the game, but you'd be lying if you didn't admit that for certain moments, you were thinking about that person, whoever they are.

You are going to see they again, right?

Timekeeper, too, was thinking about you, there's not much they could do in a black void. You sounded like a player, not another proctor making fun of their face that they can't do things a proctor can do. And, well, you set the time, unlike other players.

You were a nice one, that's is Timekeeper's first impression of you. And because of that, Timekeeper wishes to know more about you, but they can't talk, nor do something more than set the time, make sliders and give you options of "yes" or "no". Stupid. They want to be free. Some type of help, any.

But no, they're stuck now.

They at least got you. Finally, something that isn't the Narrator or the black void.

So, Timekeeper made a promise to themself: They will collect as much information about you as possible so they can get to know you better. They need to get to know you better.

They just want a friend, but apparently that's asking too much to the universe.

...

Hours passed -at least, Timekeeper thinks the hours passed- and they once again felt your presence return to the dark infinity of theirs.

Please enter the current time.

And once again, you checked your phone, and entered the current time. But in the middle of the process, you froze, remembering the last few texts from the settings person, as you like to call they now.

"Oh, yeah, favorite time. Sorry" So, you set your favorite time and pressed "confirm".

Ahhh, __:__ __. Your favorite time of day.

You smiled once again, happy to see they again. You clicked.

Or... could you simply not resist giving me the correct time again?

You let out a chuckle. "What a charming mate", you thought, clicking again in the screen.

After all, I know how much you enjoy setting the time correctly.

You laid your head on your hand, just like the last time, smiling. You clicked after reading.

Okay now I'm curious how accurate __:__ __ is. Let's use another slider to find out.

And when you clicked in the screen, a white slider appeared, with a question, How accurate is __:__ __?

So, you pushed the slider to the position you thought defined your opinion better, and pressed the confirm button.

You know, can I just say, regardless of the accuracy of the clock, I'm having a great time adjusting these settings.

"Hey, me too." You spoke, even if you know they couldn't hear you, you chiped happily. Then, you clicked.

It's good to collect data.

You clicked.

I wish we had more sliders! But we've gone through all the sliders I have.

"Aw...Same" Then you clicked again.

Hmm... perhaps I can invent some new sliders to gather new data on you.

On you? You are moving closer to the table with your chair, but at the same time relaxing more in the chair. You clicked.

And then, you came across several sliders, one with a dog and a cat becoming friends, one with the numbers 5 and 9, and so on. You had fun, and it was cute that the settings person cared about you having fun.

And there was also-

Help.

Uh?

You clicked "Yes".

What time is it?

Does anyone really, truly know?

Of course they don't. Nobody knows anything.

You and I don't even know each other. We're like stranger.

"...Don't say that..." You quietly said. Reading the white words with caution. You didn't saw they as a stranger, but yes as a friend.

Sure, I've adjusted all of the game's setting to your exact specifications, but who hasn't?

It's just what I do, like a day job.

And now... the job is over.

You stared at the screen in confusion, they aren't coming back? Will you ever see them again? What does they mean by that? You kept clicking, reading all the texts that appeared in the void, your happiness slowly turning into a degrading panic and sadness.

And I still don't really know you.

And you don't know me.

"...Not true..." You wished they could listen to you.

You won't have me here when the game starts next time, but that's okay.

"What? No, no it's not!" You tensed. No, no, you don't want to lost they.

Perhaps you'll see me again, if you can find me.

Talk soon.

You stared at the screen, and if you could protest, you would. And the game menu appeared, but the last words they said were still running through your head.

"If you can find me"

...

And you did. You did the effort to find them.

Stanley, the puppet you control, stared at the computer in the empty room. Your curiosity bubbled as the screen zoomed in on the computer.

Hello again.

It's nice to see you.

But they were not talking with Stanley, someone empty, they were talking with you.

"Same." And you smiled.

They offered a deal, a union. Make more, and more The Stanley Parable games until the sun explodes. It was quite wrong, but it's not like just changing the title will destroy eveything, right? And you even got the broken achievement! What a nice person.

And again, everytime you open the game, you see that same black void again, asking for a new game title, again, and again.

...

Normally you would think they would just ask for a new title and leave, but quite the contrary, Timekeeper wanted to spend time with you. Screw the game, or the Narrator, or the other proctors, they got you! A friend, a real one!

Your first conversations started in the seventh title, when you came across another white text.

Wait, wait, wait! Can I have a chat with you? It's been a while, so.

And that's where you two never stopped.

Timekeeper has never been happier. They have been exclued so many times in the office by others, but not you! You were more excited to talk to them than the Narrator, who was supposed to be the main star of the game. How privileged were they to have a friend as loyal as you?

Timekeeper couldn't wait to talk to you in the hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades to come! You don't get out of Timekeeper's head, always causing a warm feeling in their chest.

You, too, couldn't stop talking and thinking of Timekeeper. Maybe you were lonely or not, but still, something as simple as plain white text could interest you so easily.

And right now, this was already the The Stanley Parable sequel number 146 you created with Timekeeper. And again, you two spend minutes talking and laughing, with the game not even started

-It was because she had no limbs! Hahaha!

It was a rather strange joke with decapitation, but you laughed. You deeply wanted Timekeeper to be able to hear you, and so did they.

You laughed, right?

You pressed the "Yes" button without any hesitation.

Great! I'm glad you liked my joke.

;).

You smiled with genuine happiness, and laid your head in your arms at your desk.

Oh. Hey, I almost forgot.

Please enter the current time.

And the big 12:00 PM popped up. And with pleasure, you grabbed your phone to check the time and put it on.

11:11 PM, nice. You moved your mouse to the time settings, and entered the time of right now, 11:11 PM.

Oh? 11:11 PM?

As I recall, you can make a wish at that time. I don't really know why, but they say to just make a wish.

Quick! Make a wish!

"Oh! Okay!"

You lifted your head and closed your eyes, bringing your palms together. And you started thinking about your wish. Starting to focus, on the wish.

What is something you really want that's been stuck in your chest for a long time?

Wait, why are you thinking so much about a wish? no offense but it's just something fun not to be taken seriously.

So, you just thought about something you wished to happen.

"I wish... For you to stay with me and be free. Be together." You murmured, a peak of hope could be heard in your voice.

You opened your eyes, putting your arms on the table. And you already found them waiting for you.

You already made your wish?

At the bottom there was another option of "Yes" and "No". You pressed "Yes"

My turn!

I wish...

Timekeeper took a few seconds, thinking about their next words, about how much you meant to them, and about everything the two of you had been through. How loyal and honest you were, and the only person who really cared for them, unlike the other co-workers.

And you easily made them happy, Timekeeper didn't depend on their own happiness on you, but even so, you managed to make their day much happier.

You were extremely important to them.

And they really wants the best for you.

And they would love to know your voice, your appearance, your smile...

But without even noticing it, Timekeeper found a big smile sprouting on their own face, and a warm feeling in their chest.

...

Timekeeper was in love with you.

"Fuck, shit!" They though, screaming silently. This has never happened to them, and they don't know how to react. But... It felt good. It is good, right? Because... They feel very well that it is. But what prevented all this from going wrong? Of you abandoning them? Of you going back to the Narrator?

The feeling was fuzzy, and now it did their face warm, they hated It. Timekeeper growled in rage, thinking of all the possibilities to get out of the situation, to go back to being alone and not face any more disappointments.

...But Timekeeper never thought of just letting the feeling flow. What would happen if they just... Let it in? Admit it that they are deeply in love with you? Simply try having a actual relationship with you, and try to be happy?

They thought. You waited.

...I hope all the best for you and... I hope we can meet, maybe outside the game, someday, who knows, haha.

#canon x reader #x reader #reader insert #the stanley parable #tsp #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #tspud #tspud timekeeper #tspud 432 #the stanley parable x reader #oneshot #gender neutral reader #the timekeeper #employee 432 #employee 432 x reader #the timekeeper x reader #one shot #x reader fluff #fluff headcanons #fluff

[disneyanddisneyships]

Alaponi singing 'Baby it's cold outside'

YESYEYSYEYSYEYSYYSYEYSYSY WAITWAITWAIT.

IM WRITING IT.

Summary: Alastir and Aponi host a Christmas party

Warnings: Alastir being ooc probably. Dont come for me for the fact Theo exists, I know reproduction is impossible for sinners but just let me live. Bit of angst at the end but nothing tearjerking. Alastor and aponi being utterly in love.

Aponi and Alastor were hosting a Christmas party.

Of course they knew that most people wouldn't care for it, this being in Hell and all... but it was a tradition that both of them had gone through in life that they figured out they had in common.

Alastor was in charge of food, catering, and music.

Aponi was in charge of decorations, invitations, and matching family clothes.

When alastor brought up the idea of a fuet between him and his wife, Aponi was ecstatic.

And they settled on a song that was to both of their likings.

Aponi sat on her knees as she buttoned up Theo's red vest over a green collared shirt and little brown trousers.

He wore little Holly accents on his antlers, and his hair was slicked to the side with a ridiculous amount of hair gel.

"Mama why do I have to wear all this? It's itchy!" Theo complained as he scratched at his neck, the little white and red candy cane bow that sat there moving out of place.

"Si, I know amor. But please, stop moving the bow. The faster we cooperate, the faster this party ends and you can get all clean in your pajamas," Paoni stated with a smile as she readjusted the bow into place.

Theo sighed.

"Alrightm perfecto. Go downstairs to field your father so I can get ready, okay?" Aponi asked as she kissed her son's forehead.

Theo took off downstairs, his little tail wagging as he ran.

Aponi grabbed her red and green dress out of the closet, putting it on carefully and doing her hair and makeup.

"Ah, you look magnificent, my dear!" Alastor called out as his wife made her way down the stairs.

Aponi curtseyed.

"Why thank you, Kind sir!" She joked. "Is everything ready?" She asked as she adjusted some of the decorations.

"Everything is perfect!" Alastor replied with a wide, genuine smile.

Aponi sighed, relieved, before a knock on the door sounded.

.......

The night was a flurry of people walking in, talking, and having fun.

Even Aponi's mother showed up, and she seemed fairly impressed.

Theo and Emma sat at the bottom of the stairs, playing with toys and such that their grandparents and uncles gave to them.

"Gabe, I cannot believe you just gave Theo a doctor kit," Aponi stated as she took a sip of her wine.

"And I can't believe you're drinking again," Gabe stated.

"One night a year, little brother. Alastor has been watching me and keeping me safe with it. Don't worry," Aponi replied with an eyeroll.

"I still don't like him," Gabe stated in a sing-song voice.

"You've never liked anyone I've dated," Aponi replied.

"And I was right every single time, was I not?" He asked with a smirk.

"Whatever. You're such a-"

Aponi was cut off by a glass dinging.

Everyone looked over to see alastor.

Aponi took the cue, setting her drink down and going to stand beside him.

"My wife and I have a surprise for you all tonight! As you all know, both of us do love our music, and so, we've decided to sing for you all tonight. I for one suggested it, because I enjoy my beautiful wife's voice," Alastor spoke as he turned to Aponi, a smile on his face.

Aponi giggled as she sat at the piano, beginning the music.

"I really can't stay~" Aponi sang.

"Baby, it's cold outside!" Alastor sang along.

"I've got to go away!" Aponi sang once again.

"Baby, it's cold outside!" Alastor responded as he leaned over the piano, watching her.

This evening has been Hoping that you'd drop in So, very nice I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice

As the two sang, people in the crowd smiled, beginning to sway to the music.

My mother will start to worry Beautiful, what's your hurry? My father will be pacing the floor Listen to that fireplace roar So, really I'd better scurry Beautiful, please don't hurry But maybe just a hald a drink more I'll put some records on while I pour

Aponi giggled as she sang.

Alastor took that as his cue to use his powers, the piano continuing as he took Aponi's hand and began to sway her.

The neighbors might think Baby, it's bad out there Say, what's in this drink? No cabs to be had out there I wish I knew how Your eyes are like starlight now To break this spell I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell

Theo took Emma's hand as well. The two 7 year Olds dancing as best they could and giggling the while time.

I ought to say, "No, no, no sir" Mind if I move in closer? At least I'm gonna say that I tried What's the sense in hurting my pride? I really can't stay Baby, don't hold out Baby, it's cold outside

Alastor used his magic, more instruments making their way into the music.

Aponi giggled as he dipped her. "Ugh, you're very pushy, you know?" She stated.

"I'd like to think of it as opportunistic!" Alastor replied as he leaned over her before standing back up slowly.

I simply must go Baby, it's cold outside The answer is, "No" But, baby, it's cold outside The welcome has been How lucky that you dropped in So nice and warm Look out the window at that storm

As all the couples swayed through the room, it truly felt like Christmas.

Which was a wonderful feeling for Aponi herself, given how religious she grew up.

But at the moment, all she could do was sing go her husband.

My sister will be suspicious Gosh, your lips look delicious My brother will be there at the door Waves upon a tropical shore My maiden aunt's mind is vicious Gosh, your lips are delicious But maybe just cigarette more Never such a blizzard before

As everyone danced, Theo and Emma stopped.

"What's a blizzard?" Theo asked.

Emma shrugged and the two kids began to dance again, very off rhythm, but cute enough for Mal to take a video that she'd send to Aponi later.

I've got to get home Baby, you'll freeze out there Say, lend me your comb? It's up to your knees out there You've really been grand I thrill when I touch your hand But don't you see? How can you do this thing to me?

Aponi smiled lovingly at alastor as she sang, trying not to giggle at how silly he was wgen when spun her around, her red dress twirling around her.

There's bound to be talk tomorrow Think of my life-long sorrow At least there will be plenty implied If you got pneumonia and died I really can't stay Get over that hold out Baby, it's cold Baby, it's cold outside

As the sing finished, everyone stopped dancing and began to clap.

Aponi made a few more rounds with her friends before finding Theo and Emma asleep on the staircase together.

Mal, Vox, and Emma headed home for the night, saying their goodbyes.

Alastor worked on shutting down the party while Aponi took Theo up to get him ready for bed.

As she washed the gel out of her son's hair, Theo rubbed his eyes.

"Mama, what's a blizzard?" He asked.

Aponi gave a small frown, realizing her son would never know the feeling of snow.

"Um... well.... you know how we freeze water to make ice?" Aponi asked as she scrubbed his scalp gently.

Theo nodded as he played with his toys.

"Well, on earth, there's this thing called snow. It's basically soft sticky ice you can play with. And a blizzard is like a tornado with snow," Aponi explained as she rinsed out his hair.

"Ohhhhh..... I hope I can see snow one day!" Theo exclaimed happily.

"Yeah.... me too," Aponi replied.

[theromanticrationalist]

Young Sheldon Season 7 Thoughts. . .

"I've got a hot wife and a Nobel Prize, I turned out fine."

I LIVE. <insert Mushu gif raising from the afterlife> It has been awhile since I have been able to update on here! There are many reasons for this, one of them being my other fandom obsession (Dune, you know the other neurodivergent, genius, socially awkward white boy who thinks he is a god...), but also I've reached the level of obsession with Sheldon Cooper that it is nearly physically impossible for me to watch the new episodes! I hope others understand that feeling. I LOVE THIS BOY SO MUCH. 😭 I am just SO NERVOUS about this season! I don't want Sheldon to experience tragedy. Yet - I have chosen to persevere, and I have now caught up!

And the story has certainly unfolded in interesting directions! 😮 Okay, okay - so the BIG thing - Sheldon witnessing his Father sleeping with "another woman"! I am feeling conflicting emotions - impressed, relieved, and a little upset. I am impressed and relieved because they were able to adhere to the integrity of this show while still allowing established canon to be technically true. However, I am also a little upset because it makes Sheldon's experience less serious and lessens the trauma of it that clearly was established in TBBT. In the episode when Sheldon confesses to Penny about what he saw with his father and how it effected him, that was deeply personal and profoundly impacting. It is what scared him in regards to his relationship with Amy, and kept up his walls against intimacy and vulnerability because he was terrified of hurting her. And it is what made him develop the three knocks coping mechanism. To me the fact that it was actually just a silly misunderstanding (his mother roleplaying) is just another aspect of the writers once again invalidating Sheldon as a character. It is THE main mistake of TBBT, playing Sheldon's personality quirks as primarily foolish and "Hah hah hah! Isn't he a weirdo who doesn't understand social conventions and established normal human behavior?! Har har har!"

"Penny, I'm going to tell you a story that I've never told anyone..." Sheldon and Penny at the ice cream parlor in Season 10 Episode 5 The Hot Tub Contamination of The Big Bang Theory. This was one of the rare moments this show treated Sheldon's character with gravitas. That's kind of ruined now. . . This is a sin that Young Sheldon has not committed until now, and so that really steams my clams! One of the main reasons I love this show so much is because of how it has always treated Sheldon's character with nuance and dignity, showing his complex layers in a deeply human and beautiful way - even while, yes, maintaining the comedic, quixotic charm of the character as well. So, the fact that they've flattened this significant event in Sheldon's life into a ba dum tss moment thrown at the end of the episode last minute is pretty shitty of them. And yet, Mary and George Cooper rekindled their marriage! I thought it was SO SO adorable how they wrote letters to one another while she and Sheldon were in Germany. That warmed my heart. Young Sheldon's thematic structure works and is reliant upon Mary and George Cooper's marriage (something I will go into more in-depth later) so George cheating on his wife just didn't make sense for this story they were telling, or even the characters they had established. So, it's fifty-fifty. I guess it was the best possible outcome given the givens, and certainly makes me happy because I prefer a reality where Sheldon grows up in a stable - albeit dysfunctional - household rather than the heavily implied even more dysfunctional, traumatic one from the TBBT canon. In most of TBBT, Sheldon certainly painted a deadbeat, failure of a father. Such as his mentioning how his father lost a job due to his stealing from the cash register, which Sheldon had been responsible for telling on his father (The Big Bang Theory 9x12 The Sales Call Sublimation) rather than in Young Sheldon, his father losing a coaching job because of his reporting rule breaking at work (Young Sheldon 1x01 Pilot). There has been some significant retconning going on here in this show, but the retconned reality is the one I prefer - so . . . what are ya gonna do? 🤷‍♀️

#sheldon cooper #my sheldon cooper thoughts #I certainly have A LOT MORE THOUGHTS #but it is getting late so I will write more tomorrow #this boy means the world to me #I JUST WANT WHAT IS BEST FOR HIM #I AM STILL NOT READY FOR WHAT IS TO COME #also I definitely wanted more Sheldon in Germany #uuuuuuuugh American shows SUCK #actually I want more Sheldon in this final season just in general #WE NEEDED MORE SEASONS OF THIS SHOW #young sheldon #the big bang theory #iain armitage #7x04 #ants on a log and a cheating winker #jim parsons

[100gayicons]

Anderson Cooper is a prominent openly gay journalist on American TV. He came out as gay in an essay in 2012. He had been conflicted about protecting his own privacy and providing LGBT youth with a positive role model.

“It’s become clear to me that by remaining silent on certain aspects of my personal life for so long, I have given some the mistaken impression that I am trying to hide something—something that makes me uncomfortable, ashamed or even afraid,” he wrote. “This is distressing because it is simply not true...The fact is, I’m gay, always have been, always will be, and I couldn’t be any more happy, comfortable with myself, and proud.”

In 2022, Cooper shared an amusing story about when he first realized he was gay. At the age of 12, friends of his mother took him to go see “Bent”, a Broadway play starring Richard Gere. In the opening scene Gere and another actor were having sex under blankets. The other actor climbs out of the bed, naked, and got dressed. Cooper thought to himself:

“Oh my God, I’m gay…I’m totally gay.”

When the play was over, young Cooper went back stage to meet Gere (his theater companions knew the actor). Gere was shirtless and Cooper described the situation:

“And I had my Playbill and I wanted to get him to autograph it, but I was too—I just couldn’t stop staring at his chest. And so, fast forward to 10 years ago, I was interviewing Richard Gere and I took out the Playbill…and I told him the whole story and I had him sign it. Yeah. He was very tickled with it.”

Cooper had been in a long term relationship with Benjamin Maisani, a New York businessman. They broke up in 2018 but remained friends. In 2022 and again in 2023, Anderson Cooper had sons via surrogacy. Cooper co-parents the boys with Maisani who plans to adopt the boys as well.

Although Anderson Cooper being gay may be inspirational, I was more surprised when I found out he is the son of railroad heiress and fashion designer Gloria Vanderbilt. His net worth is estimated to be $200 million, partial due to his $12 million annual salary at CNN. And also from his inheritance from his mother’s estate when she passed away in 2019.

#gay icons #anderson cooper #gloria vanderbilt #cnn #Benjamin Maisani #children through surrogacy #Richard Gere #I’m gay…I’m totally gay. #the play bent #LGBT

[spectral-honey]

Au where Damian is closer in age to Tim and joins the batfam after Jason dies

bruce has to make himself functional with a new kid dropped in his lap and then has to cut back on the violent outbursts because Damian WILL take it as permission to kill and they're trying to teach him not to do that

tim keeps his stalker tendencies and grows to like Damian's robin just as much as Dick and Jason's, even if this new robin is a bit stabby around the edges

damian is the first robin to notice Tim tho and confronts him on his own without telling Bruce

timmy is like heyyy don't stab me I swear I wouldn't endanger the bats ever & also I can maybe give you info I find sneaking around & also hey wouldn't it be cool to have a secret from bats? You could have your own personal informant wouldn't that be so cool you could impress Batman and everything

dami: fine but you don't have any more secrets right

tim, knows their secret identities: and I said no, y'know, like a liar

so they make a truce that turns into a friendship that turns into Damian hiding the fact that he has adopted a brother, shut up Batman you picked up random children from the street so can damian

bruce and dick: wow it's so nice that Damian has started listening to us about not killing or using excessive violence on people. We're glad he understands now

Damian, who got a 72 slide PowerPoint lecture from Tim about the practicality of not killing as a vigilante in Gotham: yes, that is what happened. I have accepted your perspectives on morality. No other reason

tim’s powerpoint has a lot of graphs and venn diagrams measuring different kinds of criminal activity vs public cooperation vs batman's violence levels vs police cooperation vs rogue activity. The gotham ecosystem is delicate

when jason comes back tim throws a fit because he has to REMAKE his powerpoint and all the graphs to add red hood’s vigilante-slash-rogue effect

Tim at some point: batman is fragile if you kill people it will make his traumatized brain explode

Dami: trauma?

Tim: y'know from martha and thomas being murdered in front of him

Damian, eyes narrowed:

Tim: I mean… that's just a game theory?

but just like generally Tim and Damian being each other's support systems

they bond over having parents who are absent?? Like, damian missing his mom and tim immediately empathizing on how its hard when you love someone who is away a lot or for a long time

they talk about missing them and damian is able to open up about feeling out of place and how difficult it is to adjust or know how he's supposed to act

#damian wayne #tim drake #batfam #batman #talia: lets play musical children. I will take jason and you can take damian #If talia knew about jason’s plans for revenge she probably would make damn sure that jason wasnt about to touch her boy #BUT assuming he somehow got that past her #tim would be SO salty about it. #jason: wait I’M your hero? Tim: well not after you tried to FUCKING KILL damian #jason: #tim: but yes you WERE my hero. damian said you guys were cool tho so i GUESS youre okay. For now. #damian mentions hes from an assassin cult and tim just like freeze frame hold up rewind a bit there /huh?????/ #tim trying to like. Support damian in detoxing from the cult stuff #and says really unsubtle stuff about how SOME PEOPLE grow up in environments that teach things that aren't always good for the person. #And this RANDOM PERSON WITH NO SPECIFIC EXAMPLE have difficulty adjusting to normalcy and reaching out is both the most effective- #-and best for the emotional wellbeing of this person #and damian is like ah i see (completely misunderstands) I will keep this in mind while interacting with grayson. #tim was completely ready to take on trying to stabilize a violent adult man who just lost a son of COURSE hed be like #‘yeah i can probably un-indoctrinate an assassin child. What could go wrong’ #when Damian figures out Tim knows their identities they get to hang out at boring social events #damian is like tim has my complete confidence. And tim is like uh yeah i just dont rat him out on feeling emotion #damian is describing Tim to dick and he's like oh wow my informant is very trustworthy #he has great use in entertaining me at fathers horrible social events #and dick is like Damian buddy that sounds like a friend. A friend is the thing you're describing #also important to this au is Tim's adrenaline junkie tenancies. He just is. #maybe also as a side thing it's a Tim as Barbara's apprentice au? Eventually becoming a vigilante but more in the informational vein #babs is like hey Dami why did I see u on this camera hanging out with a random child and Damian is like shit. Do not tell father pls #so he recruits her to teach tim self defense so he wont fuckin die running around gotham #dc #is this just blatantly me liking tim and damian being friends? maybe. you cant prove anything

[zephfair]

Prompt: (if you are open to such)

Pynch on a hike!

A: "at least the view was worth it, it's so beautiful"

R: "not as beautiful as you are" CHEESY RONAN IT IS

HEY there, beautiful Anon! Guess who's showing up 5 months late with your ficlet??? That's right! Me! 🤦‍♀️

I'm so very sorry it took me 5 months to post this! It's cheesy and fluffy and has absolutely 0 plot ... so basically it's exactly like all the rest of my writing.

But I really hope you enjoy this short little gift! Thank you SO MUCH for leaving me a prompt, and again, I apologize for taking so long to finish it!

After Ronan insisted on taking a rest break for the fifth time in two hours, Adam had enough and bitched back.

“Lynch, I know for a fact that you can walk longer than 20 minutes at a time, even if it is uphill,” he said. “Now get your ass in gear.”

Ronan huffed, in annoyance, not from being out of shape. “I just don’t see why we have to go on a hike while you’re home on spring break. We could be doing something so much more fun at home.”

“What could be better than exploring the woods and mountains on a sunny spring day? And don’t you dare say fucking.”

“Wasn’t gonna,” Ronan sulked. “Not in the mood now, anyway.”

Adam hefted his backpack up a little snugger. “That’s a lie, Lynch. You’re always in the mood.”

“You’re right,” Ronan smirked at him. “Speaking of…”

“No way. We are finishing this hike.”

Ronan tilted his head back and let loose a string of cursing that always impressed Adam in the strangest way. Once he got it out of his system, Adam tried his best to loom over the rock where Ronan sat.

“Feel better now? Need another drink? Boots feeling all right?” he asked in a saccharine voice.

Ronan narrowed his eyes as he looked up. “These boots weren’t made for walking up a mountain all day. And yeah, I need a drink. You got anything stronger than Gatorade?”

“No. Now get your ass up and get walking.”

Ronan’s groan was at least five seconds long and loud enough to make some birds fly away from a nearby tree.

“Your objection has been noted. Move.”

Ronan’s grumbling followed him doggedly. “Don’t you need to stop and check your phone? It’s practically glued to your face these days,” he mocked at one point. “Won’t your friends be scared if they can’t reach you at any moment? If you don’t text back ASAP? Won’t your books be lonely if you don’t have your face shoved in them all damn day?”

It wasn’t quite enough to ruin Adam’s good mood. He’d thought bringing Ronan on a day-long hike would be fun, and it had started well, with a beautiful sunrise as they drove to the bottom of the hiking trail. Ronan had even cooperated with picking out snacks and drinks and agreed to carry a backpack, too.

But as the morning wore on, and the trail continued up into the woods, Ronan began to get bored. At first he tried talking to Adam, bitching and complaining, but Adam had ignored him to point out all the beauties of the forest in spring.

Then the frequent pee breaks and sitting spells began.

When Ronan plopped down on a fallen log and insisted on another break, Adam snapped.

“Why the hell are you being such a pain in the ass?”

“I hate hiking,” Ronan said sulkily, pawing through his backpack for another granola bar.

Adam ran a hand over his face and tried to calm down. “You’ve been hiking for miles all over the Blue Ridge with Gansey. And me. And Hennessy loves bitching about the time you introduced her to Lindenmere by making her hike there in her fancy outfit. We’ve explored all the land around the Barns multiple times. What is it about this hike that is turning you into such a giant whiny baby?”

“It wasn’t like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“It wasn’t,” Ronan gestured broadly around himself, “like this.”

Adam stared at him, arms crossed over his chest, and waited, but there was no further explanation offered. “So what’s so different.”

“It’s just, there was a goal in mind, before. This just feels pointless.”

Adam continued to stare at him, so Ronan tried to explain.

“With Gansey and you, it was fun, and we were hunting Glendower and all that shit. It was hiking for an adventure, to find the end of the puzzle. And Lindenmere is its own goal, so it’s not this,” he gestured at the woods again, “just walking around in circles or shit. We got to the end. It wasn’t pointless.”

“I thought,” Adam said softly, “the point was to spend the day together doing something we both enjoyed. Man, was I wrong.”

“Adam, no,” Ronan jumped up and grabbed his shoulders. “I didn’t mean it like that. I love spending time with you. You know that.”

Adam finally met his eyes and shrugged.

“I guess, I guess I just need to know where I’m going, or know that there’s something worth finding when I get there. Otherwise it’s just traipsing around the woods and getting blisters on my feet when we could be at home, in bed, finding a happy ending.”

Adam snorted despite himself. Ronan smiled a little and leaned his forehead against Adam’s.

“I guess it’s like the age-old question about whether life is about the journey or the destination. We have two very different philosophies,” Adam said.

“Don’t make this into some big psychological thing,” Ronan moaned. “I’m just tired and grumpy and my feet hurt.”

Now, that sounded more like his Ronan, and Adam knew how to motivate that.

“So, you’re saying I have to set you a goal, like a preschooler. Give you a gold star if you accomplish this task?”

“Or,” Ronan stroked down Adam’s arms and crept around his waist, “you can bribe me.”

“You seriously expect me to bribe you? What would it cost me to get you out of the house on a beautiful day that we can spend together?”

“I dunno. What’s it worth to you?” Ronan asked breathily in his ear.

“I think we’re working on different reward systems here.”

“There’s one thing you can offer.” The way Ronan tried to waggle his eyebrows in what he probably thought was seduction or playful didn’t work on Adam.

He said firmly, “No, Lynch, we’re not doing that here.”

“Why not?” Ronan was still talking heavily in his ear.

“Because that’s how you get tick bites on your dick. Do you want to get a tick attached to your dick? That’s how you get super Lyme disease.”

That pronouncement made Ronan step back and cup his hand protectively over his groin. “Seriously?”

“I don’t know, but I do know that I don’t want either of our dicks infested with ticks. Now let’s pick up the pace,” Adam glanced at his watch. “We do have somewhere to be.”

Ronan kept a low undertone of grumbling as he followed Adam up and along and down and up again.

“You know, you wouldn’t lose your breath if you shut the fuck up for a while and quit complaining,” Adam told him.

Ronan stomped along behind him in silence then.

But even Adam was feeling the strain in his legs when they got to the top of the hill that Adam was pretty sure was their destination from the sound of it.

The trail came out onto a clearing at the side of the mountain. The view out over the valley was beautiful, with a patchwork of farms and lawns and woods crisscrossed by the tiny ribbons of roads and the minuscule boxes of houses, barns and buildings.

Immediately above was a waterfall that roared from a stream coming down from the top of the mountain and swollen with melting snow pack. From where they stood, the waterfall looked like it was falling the entire way down the mountain, but was actually caught in a rocky pool below them that would let it funnel down in a creek to the valley below.

Looking out over the water into the valley was a little vertigo inducing, Adam thought, just for a minute.

He glanced up at the sky then checked behind for Ronan. “I think we got here in time. Wait until that cloud moves away from the sun.”

When it did, the sunlight hit the water and at the right angle, it created a huge rainbow arcing down the side of the mountain.

“Wow. That’s gay,” Ronan said.

“Excuse me?”

“You know what I mean. Is this what we walked all this fucking way for?”

Adam shrugged. “Yeah, but also because it’s a fun and healthy way to spend a day in nature.”

“I could’ve had more fun and more health spending it in bed.”

Adam gestured toward the idyllic picture of the valley far below them. “At least the view was worth it. It’s so beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you are,” Ronan said.

“Dammit, Lynch, that’s really cheesy.”

“I know. But it’s true.”

Adam side-eyed him. “You do realize that we now have to walk back down that entire mountain?”

Ronan shrugged and slung his arm around Adam’s shoulders, leaning on him heavily. “At least we’ll be together, right?”

“Oh sure. Now you’re suddenly fine with this whole hiking thing.”

“Nah, but I’m fine about spending an entire day with you. I guess it is nice, knowing that you won’t be distracted by homework or school shit or your phone. Or your little school friends.”

“I guess that’s true,” Adam said slowly, finally realizing the depth that Ronan was jealous of sharing him. He bumped his hip, hard enough to make Ronan take his own weight back. “Maybe we need more days, just the two of us together. No distractions.”

Ronan made a pfft sound that was probably disdain but Adam knew to read as agreement.

“Whatever,” Ronan said and turned his head to bite Adam’s cheek. “Now how about I pretend I’m a tick and I bite and suck you.”

“You’re such a romantic, Lynch,” Adam said, but he was already fighting with his belt as Ronan started to laugh at him. “But if I get a tick-borne illness…”

“I’ll take care of you. Promise,” Ronan said, his voice suddenly deepening.

Adam reached for him, holding his face in his hands, as he looked over the familiar, annoying, beloved face. When Ronan kissed him, it felt like a promise of something deeper and truer than an off-the-cuff joke; like many of his interactions with Ronan, pairing the obnoxious with the holy in one desirable package.

“Thanks for coming with me today,” Adam said as Ronan kissed his way down Adam’s neck.

“Thanks for spending it with me,” Ronan replied, his hands taking over on Adam’s belt. “Now shut up and enjoy the view.”

Adam did, very much.

#my fic #ronan lynch #adam parrish #trc #trc fic #pynch fic #prompt fic