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clarks-letterman · 4 months

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Wally anon: Easilyyy one of the dumbest ideas of the fandom fr. (And you know he'll be breathing heavy & shit, talking about how much you want it while he manhandles you around probably still wearing the costume with his dick sticking out ready for you 🫣) I will never know peace knowing how much we lost never getting that version of 5 cause that. is what Scream is to me, pushing the boundaries of concepts already sorta present in the genre but taking them to the next level 😫 Wait, you're into Hughie now? 🥴 (but Jensen is hot as fuckkk as Soldier Boy, not even remotely sorry to say) Idk why they act like they couldn't do it when they changed Mindy's sexuality last min when they pivoted from Tara+Amber in the script. 😶 Yup, veryyyy proud of everyone who left + has stood in solidarity with Melissa on this. I can not b e l i e v e the lack of professionalism from that stupid studio that even makes the Weinsteins seem less shitty by comparison. But I can't say the same @ contributed to growth. Richie is probably. the closest cause the ~personal attachment~ but everybody else has felt incredibly extraneous to me when nearly all the killers Sidney had to face had something uniquely personal with her (minus Charlie). (4's is just so. mushy + flat to me that it's hard to get into & I don't take as. much issue with H20's as I used to cause I do think the mold works, it's just that the excessive eyes are too much; but yes, absolutely agreed on John 👀) Plowing, huh? 🤭 Fruit on fruit crime dsvakab so true. 🍓

No, please do, I'm actually a pretty big fan of the movies/character (Garfield's version >>>), so I'm alllll for these ideas with the ceiling. 😮‍💨 Ugh yessss he'd be wanting to show you the full force of the ghost you'd been hearing so long about & seeing/hearing how the lockers rock back & forth from his pounding would have you 🤤

(or more, considering the dirty talk of it all 🤫) Yuppp, it goes all back to his competitive nature.

Yesss. You get it. I've always taken issue with how. much the MCU has held her back, so finallyyyy getting to see the full extent of her power on WV+in MOM was deeply satisfying to me even with the poor plotting in the latter. 🫡 Yeahhh, reshoots tend to be a sign to worry, especially with the current state of the MCU in mind. 🙃 They were really lucky that they got RDJ cause my godddd Tony would drive me up the wall c o n s t a n t l y. And people will excuse all of the shit he gets up to cause his whole ~special magical Thanos vision~ but I don't think the movies actually. do a good job of expanding upon his alleged "paranoia" since it's always. his arrogance + desperation. to be right/loved (daddy issues fr) that lead to him making terribleee choices which blowback on everybody else worse than it does him. (the funny part is that CW is one of my favs of the MCU, but it's more of an Avengers. movie than a Cap one & you can clearly see that with Tony's mess driving the conflict) 🫤 And you knowwww as soon. as the Accords or something else decided to push back/sanction his suits of mass destruction, he'd have had a total bitch fit about it cause the only side Tony is ever on is his. side. 😒 But do not get me S T A R T E D on how Peter is so. intrinsically tied to Tony because the movies were so obsessed with forcing him onto us cause he almost ruins Tom's tenure as the character. Like why can we not ESCAPE this mfer in what should be THE Spiderman's involvement in the MCU. 🖕 (no, please, keep going cause we have like the.same.exact. takes here & I could go on forever about these thoughts cause fuck Tony Stank fr; veryyy much hope for the best for future Spiderman movies cause Tom deserves to never. have to deal with the ~Iron Man Junior™~ shit ever again)

(okayyy, very much see the vision in that (even if I'm mostly unfamiliar with Supernatural) maybe you should send the link to me 🫣) Just unfortunate that she ended up like that 💔 And he wants you to swallow all of it. 💦💦💦

(also, weird is good @ smuts. how weird we talking? 🫣)

what is tumblr on i just hit “enter” to put a note up here at the top and my entire response to the first part disappeared😭 lemme speed run this reply since tumblr decided to silence me.

The manhandling omfg🫣 and yesss ugh I hate that 5 is such a “return to form” when Scream shouldn’t be aspiring to do that. 6 is even worse with it someone being nothing like 2, yet sharing so many similarities with 2 it’s painful to watch. I’m definitely talking myself into Hughie/Quaid🤭 nerds I guess… and yeah I hate that they cut Tara+Amber and just made Amber all crazy and psycho like a worse version of Mickey/Stu/etc. So true about the growth, I can definitely see the lack of emotional stakes as 6’s reveal happens, because Sam is kind of just like “it was you..🧍‍♀️” without any real revelation. It feels hollow compared to the “damn.. it was them.” that even the audience felt upon 1/2’s reveal. And I completely can see that about 4’s mask, same for H20’s. I just wish they weren’t trying to remind us that he was human under the mask, because the black eyes are hot a good reminder that he loses than humanity upon wearing the mask (my favorite theory is that the mask he wore as a kid and the Michael mask were both made by Silver Shamrock. maybe a prototype before the ones that melter their heads skskshs.) John>>>> he could get it Im sorry I know the haircut’s silly but still… best final boy

Oh, trust me, I used to be such a big spiderman fan (Holland bias>>> mostly because I was like 13/14 when Civil War came out (god it’s been too long to remember) so I was around the same age as Peter when he entered the MCU. definitely helped contribute to my awakening🤩 when I knew I was gay and/or bi but couldn’t define it yet) Though, I did see TASM 1 in theaters too, but I was a few years younger and don’t have as much of an attachment to that movie that I do with CW and HC respectively, but I love Andrew’s version all the same. The only one that can be excluded is Tobey’s, replace his with insomniac Spiderman and then boom. Trifecta of the best Spidermen. One thing I really love in Garfield’s movies is that, even though he is buff, it felt of-his-age buff and not like his job is to be a full time bodybuilder. Don’t get me wrong, I love Tom beefing up for NWH, but I like how he was skinnier in CW/HC (but was still buff to an almost unrealistic point. Still, i’d let him pound me in those eras. The way all Peter Parker’s (minus tobey) are nerds with big dicks>>>) I’ll definitely share some Spidey ideas (because i have sm drafts of old ones i never went through on writing because man was i obsessed w/tom’s for a while), though!! He’s always been a favorite. And yesss ugh Wally would be make those lockers rattle with how hard he’s thrusting🫣

(Lmaooo for real, gotta keep him talking to hear that stuff that’ll push you over the edge🫣) they’re both competing for that cumshot sksjs

So true, Wanda deserved sm better and I’m glad she got to be powerful in MOM, just wish it hadn’t come at the expense of other character’s intelligence. Exactly!! If RDJ wasn’t there to sell the character better I wouldn’t be able to stand him one bit. And I totally agree, he had no real reason to be that paranoid. I’m fine with a selfish character, but it’s soooo inconsistent on who he wants to help and who he doesn’t. Plus, he ever gets called out on it, and when he does, he’s always treated as in the right for being the way that he is. CW was the chance to make him grow and change, but they fumbled soooo many characters in that movie. Thankfully, Steve and Bucky come out pretty unscathed in terms of writing (and we get STEVE WITH A BEARD IN IW AS A RESULT.) So true about Tony’s involvement with Peter. I don’t hate the fact that he’s tied to him in CW, because they need some reason to connect him to the plot for the scenes he’s in… but damn. Homecoming would not let go of Tony, and while I do like this version of Peter being absolutely adorable, him being an Avengers fanboy and Iron Man fan (after being confirmed to be that kid in IM2) it feels like overkill. Like, we get it, he’s a fan. They can still have this dynamic so bad if they want it but it should be kept to crossover movies, not ones where Peter is supposed to be the lead. (Plus, it reminds me of how much I hate Hollywood. RDJ was in the movie for 10 minutes max yet got paid more than Holland for his work on the entire first movie?? Crazy.) And don’t get me started on Starker. Just, gross. Not even like the father/son dynamic being pushed, just the fact that Tony was such a manipulator of Peter’s willingness to help people. Glad we’re on the same page about that. I think mf Mysterio was better for Peter than Tony ever was just saying. So glad that trilogy of movies is over, though and we can move to something else soon.

Yeah, of course! I was just rereading and notice it wasn’t the best but here ya go Ao3 link Yesss ugh I was hoping she’d do it till she was to old to continue doing it because she was so inventive about it. Omg and I will fr🤭

Okay, so I’m writing the sleepover fic. It’s definitely more build-up with some fluff and angst over anything else, but now i’m getting to them actually going to sleep and I just… don’t know how weird/smutty I should make the smut. I tried to make the escalation to their feelings and knowing the other is interested not be too out of left field. They should hopefully be pretty reasonable when you read them, but now I’m at the part of the fic where the PJ pants come off… and just.. how weird do you want it? I was gonna keep it kinda tame to test the waters and all since it’s like the first “bigger” ask of yours that i’ve written, but given what we’ve be talking about..🤭 got any specific kinks/preferences for Wally? I know I was asking last week about them buttt🫣

#wally clark

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musiclover2732 · 10 months

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I know you liked the response murakamijune gave, so I will ask you the same questions: You a big fan of Zexal? Any favorite ships, characters, episodes, etc.? Do you watch sub or dub? Sorry if the short skirts and fanservice in the sub was offensive. 😣😔

thank you for asking this! i am a huge zexal fan, i might go as far as to say it’s my favorite show ever. i watching it during my very formative teen years and it strongly influenced who i am as a person. i’m gonna answer these questions based on both how i felt when i first watched the show and how i feel about it now.

shipping in zexal has been a wild ride as a multishipper. my big ship has always been IV and Shark because it opened my eyes to the whole enemies to lovers thing. at first i couldn’t understand the appeal and then it just clicked (this may have been helped by some smutty oneshots, who’s to say) and i’ve been a huge fan ever since. i love their dynamic a lot. obviously i’m huge keyshipping fan and it’s kind of the ship that’ll happen no matter what i write. they are two distant souls connected by an unbreakable bond. i love Yuma and Vector as a pair (especially one sided stuff) but also i’ve recently gotten deep into Vector and Nasch so combining those has been fun. Kotori and Cathy is always a given for me because they are so obsessed with each other and spend so much time together it’s kinda ridiculous that they don’t stop fighting and just kiss already. wasn’t a huge fan of Tetsuo and Rio initially but upon my rewatch i just love them together, like yeah he swoons a bit to much but she finds that endearing and he does respect her as a person and a duelist unlike mostly everyone else. i also like Charlie and Akari and wish we got more time dedicated to them (or even just Akari as a whole) cuz they were cute together.

characters are what keep me hooked on a show and zexal is no exception. when i was younger i really liked Kaito (because i had a crush on him), but Shark was probably my favorite for the majority of the show and now. very gender envy but also just a cool and dynamic character. Vector was a favorite from the moment i first saw him (i saw the Sargasso duel before starting Zexal II) and has remained in the top spot for me. i am perpetually rotating him in my brain like butter in a microwave and occasionally he explodes. i love Flip Turner as a character because he’s just such an agent of chaos but he cares a lot about Yuma and all his friends but that never stops him from being an ass to everyone else. mostly everyone else is like, “i am friends with Yuma so i have to be good now” but not Flip. he continues to create problems and only regrets getting caught. short king. i also love Ukyo Kitano, he is such an entire husband and i may be aroace but he is the exception

i’m doing my rewatch rn and honestly i don’t know if i have any favorite episodes because each one is well crafted enough that it stands up well. even episodes that i thought i didnt like or had trouble remembering blew me away a second time around. i guess that speaks to the writing and pacing. i never felt like i had to “get through” an episode because they were all enjoyable. Yuma vs Nistro during the WDC holds a special place in my heart because it’s the first episode i saw. it got me hooked instantly and got me back into ygo as a whole. had i not seen that episode, i wouldn’t have a tumblr or all the friends i do now.

one thing that set zexal apart from a lot of animes i watched at the time was just how many damn outfits they gave the girls. like seriously it astonished me that they did that for them and not a lot of them pertained to the plot, just put them in a new outfit for fun. as someone who’s always been into fashion i enjoyed that extra detail and it helped me connect more with those characters since the narrative often wasn’t kind to them (Rio should’ve won her duel against Shark, it would’ve made more sense from a plot perspective). the foreshadowing is also stellar and surpasses a lot of other more highly praised shows of that time.

i’ve only seen the dub because it’s all i’ve had access to. i started watching zexal on nicktoons, the the nickelodeon website, then Vortex, then the ygo webite, and finally ended on hulu which is where i watch it now. i’ve seen many clips from the sub and know what was censored/changed but honestly i prefer watching the dub. the voice acting goes hard and the dialogue is funny. the skirt lengthening is actually a little annoying cuz it looks so poorly done sometimes (they gave up on Rio after a few episodes) and Astral’s blinding light of modesty can be distracting (it looks worse on 96 tho). the lack of blood is annoying but i also just like blood and guts. it doesn’t ruin my enjoyment and honestly neither does the fanservice of the sub. the r*cism and m*sogyny can be a little blatant and uncomfortable but it’s infrequent and negligible enough to me and present in both sub and dub enough where i don’t blame one or the other.

so yeah, despite its problems, i love zexal and always will! it’s influenced a lot of my own art and writing; i’ve created characters to exist alongside the zexal cast, made a self-insert oc that’s helped me better understand myself, and gottne more interested in different forms of art because of it. i’ve discovered new music from fics and amvs. i got into fandom as a whole because of it. i’ve joined other fandoms because of people i met through it, including Hetalia which is the reason i started this blog. most of all i’ve found a lot of community and made friends with other creators and both taken lart in and witnessed a lot of deep discussions about the show from character analysis to the themes of christianity in ygo it’s been so cool and always so respectful. did this answer turn into a sort of love letter to the show: yeah, but how could it not. i’m just bery passionate and wanted to be thorough!

#this was fun #sorry it took so long but that was a lot #probably gonna answer the other ask tomorrow as it’s late and i’m probably gonna write just as much #yu gi oh zexal #yugioh zexal #ygo zexal #zexal

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mcytblrconfessions · 2 years

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Thinking of how Grian is a meow meow and Taurtis is a bark bark. Perfect for each other, but what about Sam? What is he?

In Tokyo Soul ‘Dragon Ball Z!!’ #37 with timestamp 20:15, Grian says that Sam is his dog and Sam lists all the things he does as a dog with a suit and all agree (including UnstoppableLuck) that Sam is a dog. Does this mean Sam is a bark bark?

We need to look further in

Back in Yandere Highschool when they were still in the small town, everyone called him nicknames such as Bunny Boy, Carrot Boy, My Beloved Rabbit, Mario, Ruler of the Universe Boy (I was reading the wiki for the nicknames and accidentally put this in, this is when their classmate Igbar got possessed by Cthulhu and told Sam that he was gonna destroy the world at the end), and Disappointment from probably Grian one time. Does this also mean he might be a bun bun? Will he be replacing Chris Pratt in the new Super Mario movie? Or will he cause another world reset? But we sure know he’s a disappointment with his harsh crimes of playing Roblox in his downhill due to not giving us his credit card info when he got Robux

But let’s look more further in

Yandere Highschool reveals once more that in the small Halloween Arc, Sam is wearing satan horns and tail with red hot sauce eye contacts (the red hot sauce contacts isn’t canon in this, it’s from his old Winnie the Pooh series where he wore the same outfit and had that excuse for his red eyes, this time it’s because of the exhaustion of Yuki hunting him down after the Prom Arc and haven’t felt peace ever since) as a costume but reveals in ‘Halloween Special!’ #2 of the small arc in timestamp 4:20 of when Grian pulls the tail that it’s real. And Grian laughed about it. How sussy of him. And in the same episode in timestamp 7:25 it’s also revealed that Sam is the tallest, which is sus. Does this mean Sam is satan? Satan sounds pretty tall and probably the only being that wants his lover to fight someone in the streets

Come further down with me

The series packs so much lore for Disappointment, especially in ‘Bring Your Dad to School’ #76 where Kazoo Papá (it’s Grian but since they killed Yuki’s real father in a dumpster they had to improvise so Yuki and Taurtis wouldn’t find out, also it’s revealed that Karu (Yuki’s father) is Taurtis’ ‘son’ but it’s fake yet Taurtis still believes it due to his parenting abandonment issues in a young age in another series called Yandere) saw Sam’s father for the first time and quote “..didn’t even know Sam had a dad…. I assumed he sort of hatched out of the ocean or something..” and Sam also says he has a tail but tucks it between his legs. Rabbit tails are usually small and cannot go down that far, especially when it’s revealed in Tokyo Soul ‘I hate Jason!’ #12 in timestamp 13:41 when ShipCaptainSion asked Sam and Grian if they have booty treasure but misread it as Grian said “Well Sam’s got the finest booty in this entire store” and was ordered by Sam to slap it after. And due to how they reacted, it seems like the trio all have nice asses. Now back to the tail being tucked in, it might as well be a fish tail from the curve of the ass being too big for a normal rabbit tail to actually be tucked in between the legs. And Sam at a young age does seem to like baths, and even fake drowning to get some ladies attention, not even actually drowning

But what about that time in Tokyo Soul ‘The Dark Lord Cthulhu!’ #38 in timestamp 0:00 where he gave birth to a raw chicken in the boys bathroom and named it after Grian’s real name, Charlie? Who knows, but we do know Grian likes the name with no reason

In conclusion, Sam could be any type of animal. He could be a bark bark, a bun bun, a gup gup, or satan himself. Or maybe a milf chicken.

And whatever you do, don’t give him a carrot. Mario isn’t safe, none of us are safe. The Samgladiator lore is intense and we didn’t even talk about the time were he poisoned his crush

#confession #long post #??? of mcytblrconfessions

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stansethandpaul · 3 years

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Jealousy Jealousy (rewrite)

Angst -> Fluff: Embry Call x GN!reader

Summary: Embry gives y/n a slap in the face about reality after they constantly sulk about Bella.

A/N: I'm much more content with this one and I actually might end up deleting the other one, sorry about that. I actually took a lot more time editing this and didn't write this when I was burnt out compared to the other one! I'm just overall way happier with the other one because I knew that the other one wasn't my true capability.

warnings: angst (that's all I could really think of tell me if you see anything else!)

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Ding!

Constant notifications vibrated Jacob's phone as we sat on his couch together watching the movie on the screen. I shot him a look of annoyance, signaling him to check his phone which he did swiftly. His eyes shot open in surprise before he shot up from the couch and throwing on a shirt and shoes, hopping out the door as he attempted to put the last shoe on.

"Sorry y/n! Bella just told me she was free, you know what it's been like for her!" He hastily shouted out before sprinting down the gravel driveway.

"Bye!" I shouted back, trying to hide my disappointment.

I grimaced at the situation. On one hand, I knew how the sudden disappearance of the Cullens devastated her, especially Edward's sudden abandonment but this happened way too many times. But on the other, Jacob was like her puppy dog now, it was like I wasn't even his friend anymore, it was like our friendship meant nothing.

Knowing that Jacob wouldn't be back anytime soon, I got my stuff and locked the door behind me before driving over to Emily's place to surround myself in the livelier company.

"Sup y/n! Missed me didn't ya!" Jared boomed as I opened the door to which I replied with a "you wish". I chuckled at his dramatic pain as he pretended to hold his heart, eyes shut and face contorting.

"Know where Embry is?" Questioning the dramatic boy as I peered around the room to see if I could find any trace of the lanky boy, no luck.

"Finding your loverboy huh? With the deepest of regrets, I must inform you that he was put on patrol today." He said, mocking my curiosity over Embry's whereabouts. I stuck my tongue out at him to tease him before flipping him off and leaving to the porch to await Embry.

"Knock it off Paul, it's not what you think"

"yeah sure, and if it wasn't what I HEARD THROUGH THE MINDLINK then I don't know what else it could have been"

Their voices permeated through the thick fog as their silhouettes came into view, Paul's muscly tall physique was seen locking an arm around Embry's tall lanky but lean body.

"Aw buzz off Paul," Embry said as he struggled to get Paul's arm off of his neck. He laughed at his struggle before letting go as he noticed me, shooting Embry a smirk to which a slight blush came onto his face, only noticeable as they got closer. Odd.

"Sup Paul," I smirked at him before turning my attention over to Embry.

"And hello to you too wolf boy," teasing him to which he shot a glare at me before attempting to stifle his laughs.

Paul said a prompt bye before jogging into the house to fill up his appetite whilst Embry sat down next to me, his body warmth radiating. The cold air nipped at my skin, pushing me to get closer to the much warmer boy as I swung my legs into his lap and resting my head on his shoulder.

"Jacob left again?"

A sigh left my mouth at his obvious question.

Closing my eyes promptly, I answered with a short nod. A response that showed my true feelings after all these times of being blown off by Jacob.

We sat in silence, my eyes closed as I felt his shoulders move up and down in a rhythmic motion, lulling me to sleep almost. The deafening quiet seemed to almost suffocate us before I decided to talk.

"I don't know what to do anymore Embry, I'm always there for him when he needs me but, he runs to her at the drop of a hat or more like a single text message," I grumbled, reminiscing about the times Jacob's left me in the dust for Bella, excuses sprouting up.

"Why does everyone in this town seem to be so infatuated with her," expecting no response I kept going.

"Is it because she's Charlie's daughter? Hell if I was his child Jacob would be all over me too right? I'd be the hot topic of town too, people staring at me wherever I go, being suddenly accepted by the Cullen family and Jacob. I'd really have the best of both worlds wouldn't I?" Scowling at my own questions, I turned to Embry for answers.

"Am I not right?"

Silence.

"Helloooooooo, Earth to Embry?" I said, poking his cheeks with my finger. His brows seemed to be furrowed together, eyes lost in thought, his attention elsewhere.

There seemed to be no response from him to which I huffed and turned back to stare at the fog rolling in.

Closing my eyes to embrace the serenity once more, his lulling voice startled me.

“I don’t think it’s true.”

I turned my head towards him, curiosity piqued by his response.

“Let’s be real Embry, I’d have the best time of my life if I was Bella fucking Swan. Every guy would love me, all the attention would be on me and I wouldn’t be a second option again. Hell, I’d even be able to actually confess to my crush without fearing rejection.” Bitterness laced the last sentence as I satirically spoke my mind. Looking at Embry’s hands and wishing they were embracing mine, the sudden gesture of his fist clenching as his knuckles turned white shocked me, he was mad.

“God y/n, why the hell do you always need to compare yourself to Bella? She hasn’t even done anything to you. It’s always Bella this Bella that if I was her blah blah blah. Get over yourself, you’re not her and you won’t ever be. Learn how to appreciate yourself and live YOUR life and stop moping around. So what Jacob runs to Bella each time, you have Jared, Emily, Paul, and everyone else.”

A long silence suspended in the air.

“You have me and you come running, you never see the other people around you cause you’re too busy complaining. You can’t even see how much I love you cause you’re so stuck up about being Bella and being Jacob’s priority aren’t you?” Finishing his sentence, he proceeded to get up before walking away. Stopping before reaching the woods, his back faced to me, he spoke simply.

“Find me when you can learn to be y/n and not Bella.”

His form morphed before running into the woods on all fours, leaving me stunned. After a brief moment, tears flooded my eyes. I never got to tell him that I do like him, I never got to tell him that I just want his attention, I just wanted him.

Thoughts spiraled in my head, I was jealous of Bella for sure but I was jealous because of the attention she was given. I just wanted Embry to treat me like she was treated, I wanted to be special to him.

I ran home, I ran because I was scared. I was scared I wouldn't be able to look at him properly.

Weeks passed as we ceased to talk, and I ceased to exist in the small town of Forks. Or so I thought.

I groaned as heavy knocks assaulted my front door, I picked up the phone looking at the time. Who the hell shows up at someone's house at 4am?

Throwing on a sweater and sweats, I dragged myself to the front door, the cold hardwood floor seemingly repelling me from ever making any progress. I swung the door open, grumbling as my eyes were half open wondering who it was.

Jacob Black.

Mentally sighing, I invited him inside from the pouring rain, he seemed devastated.

He sat down after he changed as I made him some hot chocolate to comfort him.

"She chose him y/n, he came back and she chose him over me. She drove to Italy for that stupid bloodsucker." His cracking voice was more than enough for me to grasp his frustration and devastation.

"I dropped everything for her, I did everything for her y/n. And she still chose the guy that skipped town huh?" Laughing bitterly at the situation, I stared at his cup before handing it to him.

"Maybe if I was better than Edward I would've won this stupid fucking battle," his words escaping his clenched teeth. He was like me, we were jealous of someone, someone that seemed to win everything, someone that we were not. The words spoken to me by Embry were words I carried with me even as I was moping over the whole situation.

"Stop comparing yourself to him, Jacob. You're not Edward and you won't ever be him. You're so insistent on being better than Edward or being Edward that you can't even see what's in front of you. I was always here for you Jake, I was always here but you treated me like I was a second option. You left me in a heartbeat for her but you never had time to spend with me, not even five minutes, when you were with her," I too chuckled bitterly at the ironic situation, me and Jacob were similar in many ways.

"Learn to live your life, don't live it for her or because of her, learn how to live it like you want." Those words seemed to resonate deep within both of us. After finally speaking those words, I realized that I was ready to live my life as y/n, a citizen of the small city of Forks, and not vying to be Bella, the new girl to forks.

I stood up, putting on shoes hastily before grabbing the handle. I could sense Jacob's attempt to stop me and apologize for his treatment but I knew better.

"It's ok, I know you're gonna apologize. I'm not going to accept, I want the Jake that will care and treat everyone with the same importance that you had for Bella. Come to me when you're ready, but until then I hope you grow and learn how to live your life."

I paused again, one foot out of the door.

"I have someone important to apologize to, someone that didn't leave me in the blink of an eye."

I hurriedly shut the door behind me before running to the woods, my lungs burning and legs aching as I forced myself to my limit. I ran and ran, visions of the houses slowly turned to trees, the crunching leaves under my feet reminded me of the days we would all run through the woods.

My breathing became labored as I was reaching my breaking point but it was close, our place was close. Then, in my distant vision, I could see it. That one pine tree, seemingly normal to many, but to me, it held our memories. The initials only reassured my assumption as I knew that he would be here waiting. As I got closer to the tree, my legs gave out under me, sending me tumbling to the ground whilst tree branches scratched my arms and ripped a hole in my pants.

"EMBRY! EMBRY I'M HERE PLEASE!" I shouted into the dark forest, eyes tearing up once more as I pleaded.

"I LOVE YOU EMBRY CALL AND I'M SORRY I WAS TOO BLIND TO REALIZE IT!" I shouted once more before crumpling closer to the ground, my tears now fully flowing and hitting the dead leaves below.

Maybe I took too long, maybe he moved on, maybe I was too jealous of someone to even realize his love.

As sobs continued throughout my body, the hope of him ever coming was diminishing.

I was too late.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of strong but warm arms wrap around my waist and pulling me up.

"Shhh, it's ok I'm here now."

That voice, I looked up to see Embry's face which held a dorky grin. I threw my arms around him as sobs still left my body, the emotional rollercoaster was far too much for me to handle.

"I-i'm s-s-so sorry Embry, I was too focused on trying to be Bella that I-"

"I know, I know, I heard it all," shushing me as he rubbed circles on my back consoling me. After what felt like hours in his embrace, I finally calmed down and only tear stains remained.

I finally lifted my head to meet his eyes properly this time, he stared back with tender eyes.

"You finally learned how to live for you huh?" He asked, not expecting an answer to which I was oblivious.

Before I could respond, he pressed his lips to mine. I didn't try and fight it and melted into it instead.

I was blind to be jealous of Bella when I already had something that she fought to keep.

Smiling mentally, I wrapped my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

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Omggg!!🤯 Let's go, 300!!!😊 Congratulations reaching it, Peach!!!😭👏

Can I request for Schlatt with A, D, H, T, W pretty please?🙏

schlatt - a, d, h, t & w

*:･ﾟ note: oh my gosh I wrote half of this at 1 in the morning lol but I think it turned out better than I was expecting

A = Acceptance (How long did it take for them to accept that they were in love? What were they like after accepting it?)

Oooh boy. He denied it for so long. To the point where everyone around him was just so over watching the two of you flirt but never ask each other out. The lengths Charlie and Ted went to just so Schlatt would have a chance to admit how he felt. The amount of times they all made plans just to cancel and leave you and Schlatt alone with each other. When he finally does figure it out… he’s even more clueless. Now he has to figure out how to ask you out!! Why would they curse him with this realization? Well, your smile makes it all worth it in the end.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

He likes simple dates that make the day fly by without noticing. The type of dates that are more about what you two talk about than what you actually do. He’ll bring you to some deli and have you order for each other. Of course, he makes the most disgusting "meatwich" as he calls it and forces you to take at least one bite before he switches with you. You find some steps to sit on and people watch and talk until you decide it’s time to head home.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

He’s not the touchiest, so hand holding sessions can be few and far between. Most often, it ends up happening when you’re in public, stuck in a big crowd and trying not to get lost. He’ll reach out within seconds and wrap his hand around your wrist, so there’s no chance your fingers will slip through his grasp. He’s firm, making sure he can feel you and you can feel him. However, after a long day, sometimes you’ll get to see a special side of him when he holds out an open palm, silently asking you to stay with him a little longer.

T = Talk (How often do they talk about their s/o in front of others?)

Surprisingly, he can be a bit secretive about you. Most of his fan base won’t know he’s dating someone for the longest time. Only the especially observant ones will catch the shoes in the background of his videos that definitely don’t belong to Schlatt. Of course, he talks about you to his friends. Every cut in the new Chuckle Sandwich episode is because he couldn’t stop telling stories about you and the podcast kept getting derailed. He definitely talks about you to his family, who ask him every time he calls when they’re going to get to meet you.

W = Wild Card (Are they spontaneous in a relationship or do they prefer stability?)

He wants stability over anything. With how tumultuous his life can get and how high energy his internet persona is, he needs a rock in his life. The idea that the routines the two of you have carefully crafted will always be there is incredibly comforting to him. Having someone to lean on when times get tough just means the good times are all the better. And there’s something about the way you know to hang his sweater instead of putting it in the dryer that makes his heart swell a bit.

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chocominnie · 3 years

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One Last Time 02 — Pjm. (M)

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst

⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…

⇢ Song : xxxxx

⇢ Previous : 00 01

⇢ Word Count :

⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!

⇢ Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?

Your eyes shoot open, chest heaving heavily as you let out a blood curdling scream. Not this again. The same dream over and over again each night. It leaves you sleepless. The time on the clock on your nightstand reads 3:04 am. Just only four hours ago is when you fell asleep. But a full night’s sleep hasn’t happened for a year so why would it matter anyways.

Once you catch your breath you unplug your phone from the charger and read some of the notifications. From your window, the night-time critters sing their songs along with the persistant owl that’s somewhere around the apartment complex. You’d only noticed him, the owl, just a few months ago when your cat started meowing with his hoots.

A missed call from your uncle.

Immediately you unlock your phone and dial the number. Bringing your index finger to your mouth you gently nip on it waiting for it to answer, The rings are agonizing to you. If something has happened you only wish and pray it wasn’t as bad as you think. He’s the only parental figure left in your life.

‘‘ Princess! Hello I was just calling to speak to you earlier. But I realized you are five hours ahead of me and you had probably went to sleep.’‘

His soothing voice calms your emotions making you let out a tiny breath of air. Thank god.

‘’Hey Charlie.” You sigh. Looking towards your left, you spot Clara purring quietly next to you. You can’t help but to smile while bringing a hand over to rub her head with your thumb. She’s so small under the shining moonlight from your window.

Her white coat shines brightly amongst her, making you remember the first night you had brought her home. All she did was sleep, and it worried you because you had no prior expierence caring for anything, let alone a small animal. Clara only drank kitten milk and slept back then. Occasionally being awake enough to nip at your fingers whenever you pet or touched her.

Now she’s a bit bigger and walks around the apartment like she owns the place. Quite the little attitude she has, but its too damn cute for you to scold her whenever she does something wrong.

“ Yes I did fall asleep from after a gathering at someone’s house.’’ You continue on, bringing your knees to your chest after opening the curtain of your window fully.

The moons brightness illuminates the entire room, but not so bright for you to complain though. ‘’ Oh- was it Jimin’s? Tell him I said hell-’’

You bite your lip hard at his name. He doesn’t know and you wont even dare to let him know. Knowing him, your uncle would have a fit and oppose to come back to Seoul to ‘set the record straight.’ to Jimin. That’s the last thing you want to do, cause trouble.

‘‘ It was his brother’s house warming party.” You say, lowering your tone in your voice. You look at the nightstand for a couple of seconds just before opening the top drawer of the wooden, polished piece. Your hands shakily pull out a picture of you two together.

It was taken at Marne-la-Vallée, France right infront of Cinderella’s castle. That was the day that you and Jimin had to went to Disneyland in Paris, France. You cant help but to think, with the picture in hand, that it was one of the best nights ever. It was also the same night your virginity was taken.

‘‘ Oh.. I know that tone. Are you two arguing at the moment.”

You shrug, “ I mean you could say that.’’

No you cant.

‘‘ Alright alright I won’t talk more of him. Let’s change the subject.” He chuckles deeply into the phone.

‘‘ How’s Europe? Anything new happening on base?”

‘‘ Same old Same old. It’s been what? 2 years since I’ve left Seoul? The food is different over here. They don’t have kimchi pancakes sadly.”

You can only imagine the frowny face he makes at you whenever he doesn’t approve or like something. It always turns out to be funny.

You giggle into the phone shaking your head slightly, “ Of course. You are in Europe Charlie. Where are you getting food from anyway if you are on base?’’

‘‘ I can go off base to a certain mileage when I am off duty. I just have to report back in time. But you do know that you can always come live on base with me...’ He trails off.

Oh boy. Here he goes. He’s always talking about moving you on base with him. Hell, he’s been talking about it since before he had to go to be based in Europe. By then you were twenty years old and old enough to live by yourself. Growing up in Daegu, Korea since you were six, you felt as if Korea was home to you and you definately weren’t ready to leave yet.

Especially, after losing your parents here. Around eight years old, your aunt and mother were on the way to pick up your father from the airport. With your mom and dad also being military and based in Korea with your dad’s bestfriend, your uncle Charlie, your father had been called to take military leave to go and be based in Korea for the National Guard.

On the way back from the airport, a drunk driver had struck the car knocking them off the road and colliding head first into the railing of the bridge. All bodies were reported dead upon collision, including your aunt. Charlie didn’t take the news well at all, and so did you. Only eight years old and still a bit new to a foreign country. It was devistating for you and Charlie. Charlie did what was right and stepped up to be your legal guardian while taking some time off from the military. Till this day, he treats you like his sacred little daughter and you can’t ask for anyone better than him.

“You are old enough to live on your own and housing is avail-”

You jump at his voice on the line again, being too spaced out from the tragic memory. Before he can go on any longer you cut him off. ‘‘ Im fine with the apartment you left me. Im paying the bills on time and taking good care of it.”

‘‘ Alright fine. But that option is always available you hear me? I will always be ready for you to come with me.’’

‘‘ Okay Charlie” You groan.

‘‘ Alright.. sweetie it’s getting late on this side and it’s already 3 am on your side. Get some sleep okay? Don’t you have a model shoot thingy or something? You have those a lot.’‘

‘‘ Yes i actually do in a couple of hours. It’s been a while since I’ve did a shoot. Please eat and sleep well. Don’t injure yourself.’‘

‘‘ I promise. You promise to do the same right?’‘ He says, rustling movements are in the background.

‘‘ Yes I promise. Good night sleep tight..’‘ You smile as you wait for him to finish the rest.

He chuckles one last time on the other end, ‘‘I’ll always love you, goodnight‘’

Beep Beep Beep

You in a racy light pink lingerie with white duvets and sheets is the concept of your comeback. It’s supposed to symbolize the “Night After’’. Camera’s click and directors yell and praise you in your subtle yet damaging moves and facial expressions. You want.. no need for this comeback to be successful. Not only did your manager schedule this, but she is making sure that they release this same very day.

Nobody in this company’s industry has ever did this before. But you, you are sort of the special one. The special foreigner as they say. It’s not like you don’t like it but you don’t like that they label you as that. Stylists, employee’s hell even anybody who works there treat you as a princess. It’s not bad, but it’s just weird.

‘‘ One last one. Give me a sexy yet innocent look mama.’‘ Elliot, the director says, smiling wide at you.

You slip a finger into your mouth and do a little pout with your lips.

Elliot busts out into a roar of happiness with his hands clapping furiously. ‘‘That’s it mama yes! That’s just what we needed!’‘

Adjusting his microphone earpiece, he turns around to greet and thank everyone, ‘‘ Alright everybody this concludes our shooting! You all worked so hard today. Make it home safe, eat well.’‘

Finally. You sigh out in relief and close your eyes. It’s been a long day. Almost 6 hours of shooting. Three Videos, and five swap outfits for each session of shooting for the ‘’ Night After’’. As everyone heads out and starts cleaning up you bow your head slightly and thank them.

A stylist brings you a satin robe to cover yourself in. You thank her and put it on just before getting up from the bed and walking towards wardrobe. Once you are done putting on your clothes, your manager leads you straight out the exit. Outside awaits the car that drives you everywhere. Literally everywhere.

‘‘ Tomorrow somebody has put in a special request for you to appear as the main lead girl in their music video. It’s short notice and I told them I would have to bump some things around and notify you. But they are paying us and you good money to be in it.’‘

Money? Sounds like a plan.

‘‘ It’s fine. Who am I shooting for?’‘ You say, fluffing your hair just a little while inspecting yourself in the rear view mirror.

Your makeup is still intact with no ruins and the contacts they had given you suited you very well. A hazel with a slight bit of teal. Suddenly the car moves off into the busy streets of Seoul. You can’t help but to notice every couple that walks along the sidewalks. They seem so happy, glad to be around each other.

On the floor of the car lies your little mini backpack filled with all of your items and belongings. Picking it up, you begin to dig through it looking for some hand lotion to soothe your semi-dry hands. Once you find it you gently start to squeeze the tube.

‘‘ Kim Namjoon.’‘

You freeze. Namjoon? The same Namjoon from the group? Joonie? It’s been well… a year since you’ve seen him in person. Hell since you’ve seen all of Bangtan Sonyeondan together. Except for lastnight when Hoseok and.. that guy showed up.

You sigh already knowing the answer from the question you are about to ask.

‘‘ From…?’‘ You ask then put the lotion back in your bag. Slowly you rub your hands together to moisturize.

Your manager quickly flips through the daily planner, ‘‘ Bangtan Sonyeodan but this is for one of his mixtape songs.’‘

Thank goodness.

‘‘ That’s fine. What time will the car be arriving tomorrow?’‘

‘‘ 8 am on the dot. You need to be there by 8:30. I’ll be tending to one of my other models tomorrow so you will be alone. I can send som-’‘

‘‘ No no it’s truly okay. I know how to manage things myself. Besides, I learn from you.’‘ You reassure her with one of your winning smiles, laying your head on her shoulder.

‘‘ Aigoo what am I going to do with you?’‘

The day ends very well. The movies you’ve been watching have kept you occupied. But not occupied enough for you to keep crying at all the sad parts in the chick flicks. Breakups, someone had died, someone had even just spilled something onto the floor and that was enough to send you into tears.Only because when the main lead boy rushed to help clean it up, it reminded you of Jimin last-night helping Isabel.

‘’What is going on with myself.’’ You blow your nose into a tissue for what seemed like the thousandth time today. Clara lets out one of her meows beside you then goes back to grooming herself.

You place her onto your lap and begin to run your fingers through her fur over and over again. Such a soothing effect to you as you stare into space sulking in your thoughts.

Why is it that you weren’t enough for him? Why is it that every single little thing reminds you of him? You gave him your all and he gave you his but what happened? Where did you go wrong? Cooked, cleaned, satisfied his needs. You guys had even started to plan out what you wanted out of a family. When you wanted a baby and what you would name it. It was fun. The whole relationship was fun. Right until that scandal.

Ding.. Ding.. Ding.. DI-

You unlock your phone immediately to stop that annoying dinging noise. Not surprisingly it’s a text from Jeon Jungkook.

Kookie : Im coming over I’ll be there in exactly 3 minutes.

Kookie: Don’t think about leaving either.

Kookie: Im bringing someone with me.

Kookie: We need to have a serious talk babycheeks.

You roll your eyes at the nickname he’s given you. No matter how many times you tell him you want him to change it, he declines. There’s no point in asking anymore.

Why would he want to talk anyways and who is the person he’s bringing. Eh.. it might just be Ryan they seem to do everything together as a team.

As soon as you step foot out of your bed the sound the door clicking makes your head shoot up. How in the living hell does he know the password to your house? Rage takes over you. That’s something that you hate. When people invade your personal space. In this case, personal home.

‘‘ Jeon fucking Jungkook!’‘ You scream, abruptly stomping your feet all the way to and out your bedroom door. Suddenly you stop at the sight of the two faces staring back at you.

Jungkook’s expression holds a concerned yet upset face while the other just stands there calm and cool. But you on the other hand are way besides that level.

Your eyes must be filled with rage and the expression on your face is no good. How dare he disrespect you like that? Bringing him into your home, knowing the bad blood between you two. Oh, they both have something coming towards them. You begin to walk to them again making each step make the floor shake.

‘‘ Get out. Both of you. One you invade my personal private home..’‘

You grab both boys by their collars, making sure to grip the one on the right’s harder than usual. ‘‘ Two, you fucking invite him over here.’‘ You drag each of them towards the exit. Which is going good until Jungkook rips your hands away from his shirt and takes you over his shoulder.

You’ve had enough of him and his invasive ways. Pounding on his back with your fists, you make sure to scream into his ear. “ Put me the fuck down Jeon Jungko-”

You hiss at the stinging sensation on your ass. Did he just? Jimin stands there awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. You make sure to make eye contact with him and roll your eyes. Something that always had and will piss him off.

‘‘ Hush. I told you all of us needed to have a deep talk about you.’‘

Jungkook plops your frail body onto one side of the couch in which he sits next to you. He motions for Jimin to come sit across from the both of you but you aren’t having it.

‘‘ Don’t you do it.” You glare at him. Jungkook sighs harshly only to pluck your forehead two times. You whine and rub it with your index and middle finger.

Jungkook shakes his head in disapproval, ‘‘ When are you ever going to learn? Jimin sit down now.”

‘‘ Truthfully.. I feel as though I shouldn’t be here so-”

“ Good. Get out you are unwanted.” You snap back causing him to give you one of his long stares with no facial expression at all.

Jungkook glares at you just before getting up to throw his hands in the air full of disappointment. “ Enough! “

Yelling. Something else you don’t like to hear being done at yourself. You finally sit still and quite avoiding any eye contact with the both of them.

He sits back down and clears his throat. Jungkook gives Jimin a look before continuing on.

‘‘ I gathered us here to talk about you..”

‘‘ Why. Im fine. How many times do I have to say it. Im fine im fine im fine im fucking fine!’‘ You exclaim, getting more mad by the second. When will people accept this?

‘‘ Baby.. ’‘

Your eyes shoot up to him and his soft voice. You didn’t want to but you did because his voice to you is like candy that melts into your mouth.

‘‘ Don’t call me that. You have a girlfriend at-least be loyal to her rather than what you did to me.’‘

‘‘ Fuck is anybody going to just sit here and listen? Can we at-least get to the source of the problem? Huh?’‘ Jungkook leans back into the couch clearly pissed by your attitude.

Jimin’s the first to speak and holds a firm eye contact with you, almost daring you to break away from it.

‘‘ Fine. Im just going to cut straight to it then. Why are you so jealous? You aren’t okay at all. I seen the way you looked at us yesterday. You wanted to break down so bad but you didn’t. It looks like you’ve been dropping weight day by day why aren’t you eating well?’’

You’re taken a-back by his jealous comment. Although you are you just cannot admit it. You are jealous. You do want him back. You cant bear to see him with another girl but you. But the fact that Jimin is concerned makes you really hope. Just hope that there is something left of you still in his heart.

‘‘ Jealous? Jealous tuh.” You scoff, leaning into Jungkook’s arms where you rest his head on your chest. You only do this just to see Jimin’s reaction and by the look on his face he doesn’t enjoy that move one bit.

‘‘ Yes jealous. I mean why else would you put almond extra-

‘‘ Woah. No need to go there. We established that it was a so called accident lastnight.” Jungkook does finger quotes into the air and looks down at you.

You lift your head up and furrow your eyebrows in annoyance, “ So called? So you really believe that I did it on purpose. Wow Jungkook. Escort yourself out.’’

He sighs, wrapping his arms around you securly in hopes of you settling down a little, “ Honestly it’s not like that. I wasn’t there to see you bake them nor was I watching her eat it. Im just saying that you knew Jimin was coming and obviously his girlfriend was going to come too. It’s a little sketchy is all.”

There’s no fixing what he said. Him adding onto his explanation just made things sound worse than what he’s trying to say. You don’t have time to be ganged up on, nor like it at all. It’s best if they both just leave, to not turn nothing into something.

‘‘ Get out. Now. Before I call and tell Ryan what you said and then she’ll definitely deal with you.’‘ You say, removing yourself from off of him and onto the other side of the couch with your legs crossed.

Mad isn’t even the word to describe yourself right now. You’re just a mixture of all emotions.

Jungkook now looks of sorriness written all over his face. You bite your lip and shake your head while pointing towards the door. He sighs heavily and takes one last look at you while removing himself from the couch. You watch him slip on his coat and shoes.

Jimin gets up from his spot on the couch, ‘‘ I’ll be leav-”

‘‘ Sit down we aren’t done talking.”

He looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed, sitting back down slowly.

Jungkook keeps his head down as he wraps his blue scarf around his neck. Poor baby, but he shouldn’t of said it. “Please better yourself and talk it out with each-other. Im leaving.”

‘‘ Make it home safely.. Kookie.” You sigh once the door closes behind him. Now you’re here. Face to face with Park Jimin.

The same Jimin who cheated on you. The same Jimin you haven’t seen in a while. You take a few moments to take in his appearance. He seems to have re-gained his muscles that are peaking through his black, longsleeve shirt. His thighs are still thick, just like his luscious lips. Of course he changed his hair color to black. But who knows, he might change it again.

‘‘ You’ve been doing well?’‘ You say, voice low but enough for him to hear. You drop your eyes to your lap instead of keeping intact with his.

‘‘ Yes. But you have not. Im disappointed in you. Why are you doing this to yourself? Don’t do this because of me.”

‘‘ Jimin you don’t know the feeling. You don’t know how it feels to be left wondering why you weren’t good enough for someone. Why they had cheated on you. You don’t understand at all and wont ever.’‘ Your voice cracks on the last sentence and you an feel the lump in your throat become sore.

He bites his lip unsure of what to say next. Those words had hit him good inside. ‘‘ Im sorry. I truly am. But you know the reason why we had to end it. I fucked up bad and the media was making the scandal bigger and messier day by day. It was better to just call it off.’‘

One by one your tears start to drop. You nose begins it’s running trip but you sniffle it back up.

‘‘ You could of denied it. You know you could of made a statement and denied it. But you felt something for her didn’t you? Didn’t you?’‘ You semi-yell, sobs already starting to take it’s way over.

He bites his lip once again and ruffles his fingers through his hair, “ Baby..’’

You wipe your tears with your hands making your face even more puffy from the crying. “ I am jealous. I am I admit it Jimin. But do you know i have been suffering for one year and two months? I can’t sleep at night because im so used to your touch at night. I look at every couple in Seoul and think to myself, Dang they seem so happy. What’s their secret?’’

Jimin sits up, making eye contact with you with tears welling up into his eyes. It hurt’s you more than yourself to see him crying. It always has.

‘‘ Please don’t do that. Don’t do this to yourself. Please get help from someone to try and move on. Please. I don’t like to see or hear you make yourself suffer.’ He begs, getting up from his seat and coming towards you.

Jimin sits next to you, hesitantly opening his arms up to you. Would it be wrong to embrace him? He’s being too sincere, but thats what you want right? You decide to just do it, and lean into him only for him to pull you in closer into his chest.You just lay there crying and sobbing while he runs his fingers through your hair. You shouldn’t be doing this. He has a girlfriend. But it feels so right.

‘‘ What does she have that I don’t? Why couldn’t you love me the same way you love her “ You cry into his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears.

You’d been waiting for this moment to just let it out. Let everything out.

‘’ Please don’t make this harder than what it is right now. Just try and forget me and move on. Please.” Hypocritcal. How does he expect you to get over him when he’s the one whos holding you so tight right now. Soon enough his sniffles join yours in harmony.

You raise your head up and look him deep into the eyes while you wipe away his tears, “ Don’t cry Jimin. I’m the one supposed to be crying over you. Don’t cry.’’

He takes your hand away from his face and wraps his fist ontop of yours, “Please promise me you will move on okay?’’

You shake your head no, “ I can’t make that promise.”

He doesn’t say anything. He gently cradles you in his arms and lifts you up. You don’t think to where he is going. You just close your eyes and grab onto his shirt firmly not wanting to let go.

Soon enough you feel the cold sheets over your bed. He covers you in the duvet and leans down to your forehead. A kiss. Your fist is still locked onto his shirt in which he tries to pry it away but you don’t want to let him go. He sighs and raises his arms up as he takes off the shirt revealing an extra plain white wife beater under it. Taking your other hand, he wraps your hand into another fist onto the shirt to where both of your hands are holding onto it.

‘‘ Please better yourself for me baby. Sleep and eat well. “

Is all he says before turning off the lights and walking out your bedroom door. You can hear him putting on and zipping up his heavy coat but you just don’t make a sound.

The apartment door clicks and beeps letting you know he’s already gone.

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bellasgreensweater · 3 years

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✨Why I Think Bella Swan Is On The Autism Spectrum ✨

In this post I’m going to talk about why I personally believe that Bella Swan is autistic. As an autistic person myself, I really relate to Bella and I see a lot of autistic traits in her.

Disclaimer: This is just a headcanon- I don’t think Stephenie Meyer intentionally wrote Bella as autistic, and she or the movie producers never confirmed it, so I’m not saying to everyone that she is CONFIRMED to be autistic and that every one has to see her that way, I’m just saying that I personally think she is, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Autistic people hardly have any representation in the media, and with the representation that we do have, it is almost always stereotypical, inaccurate and offensive. You do not have to agree with me on this, but just please be respectful in the comments and don’t hate :)

Ok let’s go:

1. She always felt different from everyone/she felt like nobody truly understood her and that she never really understood anyone either: this is what basically all autistic people feel, myself included. Feeling like nobody understands the way your brain works and the way you see the world. (And this is true, because autistic people do see the world differently than non- autistic people and autistic peoples brains are wired differently from non- autistic brains). Bella mentions this multiple times in the books and movies, at one point in the first book in the car with Edward, she tells him that she thinks he can’t read her mind because they’re a probably a glitch in her brain and that it’s not like other people’s. There is also this quote from the 1st chapter of twilight which sums up how she feels: “ Facing my pallid reflection in the mirror, I was forced to admit that I was lying to myself. It wasn’t just physically that I’d never fit in. And if I couldn’t find a niche in a school with three thousand people, what were my chances here? I didn’t relate well to people my age. Maybe the truth was that I didn’t relate well to people, period. Even my mother, who I was closer to than anyone else on the planet, was never in harmony with me, never on exactly the same page. Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain”.

2. Her motor skills: She’s constantly tripping over her own feet, has bad balance, doesn’t realize that she’s walking into things, constantly dropping things ect, a common thing for autistic people is to have poor motor skills and find it hard to navigate their body.

Another disclaimer about autism: not ever autistic person is the exact same, every autistic person expresses their autism in a slightly different way, for example, some autistic people are overly sensitive to sound, and some are under-sensitive to it, these are just the specific things I’ve noticed for Bella in this post, it’s not supposed to be a generalization of autism in any way! :)

3. Social disinterest and difficultly: all throughout her childhood and her time in forks, she wasn’t very interested in making friends or hanging out or going to parties, and she found that she could never make friends with someone easily, she just never fully clicked with someone. She did have some very nice friends in forks, however she never related to them too well or was very attached to them.

4. Dresses for comfort and not fashion: Bella typically dresses in what feels most comfortable for her, not what is the most fashionable thing, this is a common thing with autism. A lot of autistic people like myself are quite sensitive to clothing and fabric and will not tolerate uncomfortable clothing.

5. Limited interests/special interests: Bella doesn’t really have many interests, but the ones she does have, she’s very passionate about. A special interest is an autism-specific term used to describe interests and hobbies that autistic people have that are very important to them. They help regulate emotions, calm people down, provide escapism ect. Autistic people can hyper fixate on these interests for hours and hours and not get bored, they can get so engrossed that they forget to do basic tasks to take care of themselves like drinking or going to the bathroom. These interests can last for years, sometimes a lifetime and they are very important to autistics. Bella swans special interests would be reading, wuthering heights, and vampires. Bella says in midnight sun that she has loved reading all her life and it is one of the few things that bring her intense joy. She said she could read for hours at a time and would try to sneak books into her lessons and read any chance she could get. Bella says that her favorite book is wuthering heights and she has read it so many times that it is beaten up beyond repair and the spine is so cracked that the book lays flat. This would clearly be her special interest. Her other special interest is clearly vampires.

6. Burnouts and meltdowns when Edward leaves: when Edward left in new moon, Bella obviously fell into a huge depression, but I also think she fell into an autistic burnout (if you don’t know what that is pls research or ask me cause this post is already too goddamn long). And in eclipse, when Edward leaves to go home in the afternoon or to go hunting, she can barely focus without him and gets very anxious (this is obviously because she loves him and is literally obsessed with him lol, but I also think it could be a meltdown from separation anxiety and also a change in routine (a lot of autistics get very upset when their usual routine is disrupted or changed))

7. Sensitive to sounds: In the book, often Bella cannot concentrate or fall asleep because of little sounds like the rain, sometimes it takes ages for her to sleep because the rain or tapping is too distracting. (This is a common autistic struggle).

8. Stims & facial twitches & stuttering: in the movie, she is constantly stuttering over her words, and her face and body twitches a lot. She also stims a lot in the book by playing with her hair or sleeves or the zip of her jacket, or her hands or edwards hands. She also covers some of her face with her hair, this could be to do with sensory overload, seeing too much in her field of vision may be overwhelming for her, like a lot of autistics.

9. Trouble expressing feelings/ thoughts: bella struggles a lot sometimes with communication and telling people how she feels. You can see this in her relationship with Charlie. They both love eachother very much but they never say it and when they do it comes out very awkward and sometimes they use the wrong words. You can also see this when she is hesitant to tell Edward in eclipse when she doesn’t want him to leave for the fight, it takes her ages to work up to telling someone how she feels. She also tends to be quite private. This is common for some autistics to feel.

10. Sensory experiences: bella loves the sun and heat, she says that she loves feeling the sun seep into her skin- a lot of autistics feel the sensory world very strongly and love certain sensations and detest others. When Bella moves to forks, she hates the sudden change in weather and gets anxious and upset at the feel of the cold, and the rain against her skin. This links back to my other point where I was talking about how autistics fear sudden changes in routine. Bella is very relieved when there’s a sunny day in forks and goes and sits outside, savouring the weather which reminds her of home.

11. Not too concerned with how she looks: obviously not every autistic person is like this, but quite a few autistics don’t really focus on how they look/present and what they wear. They don’t really know about the social norms and what other people wear so they do what they want. This is something I often see in Bella in the books especially.

12. More quiet/ reserved and socially withdrawn and awkward: this is basically self explanatory. Bella is very well known for this. I touch a bit more on this in point 3.

If you made it this far then thank you so much! This took a long ass time to write and I’ve been thinking of making this post for months. There are more things that make me headcanon her as autistic, but these are just from the top of my head. When I re-read the series (for like the 100th time lol) later this year, I’ll annotate the book so that I can update this post in the future with more supporting this).

Again this is just my opinion and my personal headcanon, it is not factual (but I’d obviously want it to be canon) so please no hate :)

If you have any more things to add on then please do!! I’d love to hear your thoughts!

#twilight #twilight saga #bellaswan #twilightrenaissance #edwardcullen #bellaswanautistic #autism #autismawareness #actuallyautistic #autistic #neurodivergent #new moon #eclipse #breaking dawn #midnight sun #smeyer

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undyingskies · 3 years

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Snow Day Firsts

Hi everyone, I hope you enjoy this one! I had a lot of fun writing this one! I am such an Owen Joyner stan that all my ideas for imagines are for him! I would happily take requests or ideas from anyone and for any of the JATP characters or cast members! Also I would love some mutuals, anyways enjoy! xoxo

Warnings: None, just fluff!

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“You know, it does scare me that you just have your phone right above my face and you haven’t stopped staring at if for the last 20 minutes. What if your hand falls asleep and you drop it on my face?” You laugh as you hear the words escape from the boy who’s head is in your lap.

You quickly lock your phone and set it beside you on the couch, making eye contact with the cute blue eyed boy who’s already looking up at you. Your free hand still running through his blonde locks.

“Well Joyner, do you have a better idea of what to do? It’s about 20 degrees outside!”

“I like when you call me Joyner.” That’s all you get back from Owen before he turns back and stares at the tv. He’s always making random comments and then quickly moving on to whatever else he pleases.

You’ve gotten used to days like this recently. You met Owen a few months back, your family is from Canada and you were visiting them in their small Canadian town. One day they decided they wanted to show you Toronto, you’d never been and you thought it would be fun. You quickly feel in love with the city and never wanted to leave.

You were actually visiting family because a month before you decided to switch to college online, feeling really lost and without a purpose so you thought some time with family in a place you always loved would do you good. Little did you know that you’d fall in love with Toronto and decide to stay until the New Year. And that’s when you met Mr. Owen Patrick Joyner.

You were out one day, just a few days after you had finally settled into your apartment and decided it was a good idea to go for a walk to find some coffee. Well, you were wrong. It got dark way quicker than you expected and you had no clue where you were.

You were wondering the streets until you saw a group of some guys and girls. They looked like they knew what they were doing or so you thought. You approached them asking for some help.

When you got to them, you quickly realized they were all actually arguing over where to go. Before you could turn around to leave, they had already noticed you and all eyes were on you.

Before you knew it, you were introduced to the whole group, Charlie, Jeremy, Carolynn, Madi, Savannah, Tori, and Owen, and they had you wrapped up in their argument and along for the ride before you could even blink twice. While trying to find where they were going and you lived, you came to find out you lived across the street from Owen and Charlie, the opposite apartment building. You were able to end the night making some new friends and safely in your new home.

You had hit it off with all of them, but something about Owen was special. You started spending their days off with them when they weren’t filming, had movie nights with them, and went to nights out with them as well. The whole time sparks flying between you and Owen. No one was shy to point it out either.

It took about a month of hanging out every week and texting almost every day before Owen finally asked you out on a date. Now here you are almost 3 weeks later.

He still hasn’t made a move yet either, it’s something you and Savannah constantly talk about. You don’t want to be too pushy about it but you were feeling frustrated. Every time it felt like it was the moment, that he would finally kiss you, something interrupted the moment or he was quick to turn and change subjects.

The closest you guys got was this, his head in your lap with your fingers combing through his hair or your head on his chest while you guys cuddled up watching movies or hanging out. You did enjoy this of course but you couldn’t stop yourself from questioning why he hasn’t kissed you yet or made you guys official.

“You look pretty cute when you got your face all scrunched up like that in thought, Y/N.” Yet again Owen pulls you from your thoughts, this time sitting up and facing you.

“What’s on that pretty little mind of yours?”

“Oh, nothing really. Just kinda thinking about random things, ya know.” You say trying to brush the topic away.

“Oooo what kind of random things?” He asks inquisitively, leaning forward to rest his head on his arm.

“I was just thinking about when I first met the group, it’s been pretty great getting to know everyone. I feel pretty lucky.”

“Getting to know everyone? Or getting to know me?” He says with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Ya know I was thinking more getting to know Savannah and Charlie. No one has ever met me on my level of pranks until them.” You say hoping to get a reaction out of him, especially because he was the last one you guys pranked.

“Oh really? Just Charlie and Savannah?? Alright then.” He says going to turn away from you, but you grab his arm to keep him from doing it.

“What can I say Joyner? They just get me!” You say laughing watching his face, you know he thought you would take it back or say something nice.

Before you know it, he’s on top of you tickling every inch of you that he could get too. Shrieks start leaving your mouth, you couldn’t breathe from laughing so hard.

“O...O....OWENNN!! Stooooppp, I can’t breath.” You say laughing hard trying to shove his hands way. You get a quick swipe of his hands and he drops chest to chest losing his balance.

You guys both breathing hard but not saying a word. Just straight up eye contact, a small smile graces both your lips. You feel him bring his hand up to brush your hair out of your face, he drops it slowly letting his fingers brush against your lips. You suck in a breath, looking back into his eyes. You can see him leaning in, his warm breath against your cheeks.

Is this the moment? It’s finally going to happen? He’s finally going to make his move and kiss you. And then-

“Guys!!! It’s snowing look! It’s finally snowing!” Charlie comes yelling into the living room running full speed. Startling both you and Owen, causing Owen to fall off the couch.

You didn’t think twice, you ran right to the window next to Charlie jumping with giddy. You’d never seen snow before, you were born and raised in California. Instead of snow season, you got fire season.

You always wanted to see snow, you dreamed of it. It always looked so peaceful and magical, something about snow just always made you feel warm inside and you didn’t know why.

“I appreciate the help and concern you guys.” Owen says sarcastically before joining the two of you at the window. He can’t help but smile when he sees the glimmer in your eyes looking at the snow. You had talked to him about snow before and how you always dreamed of seeing it.

“You know Y/N, we could go outside and see it.” A giant smile graces your face and you look up at him. If his smile could get bigger in that moment it would because of the look on your face.

“Really? I know you’ve said you think it’s too cold…”

“I think your first time in the snow is a good enough reason to brave the cold! Let’s go get our sweaters on. Charlie you joining us?” Owen asks while grabbing your hand to take you to get your warm clothes on.

“Nah dude, as much as I love the snow, I’ve seen it my whole life and I’m not really in the mood to get all bundled up.” Charlie says while waving to you guys going back to his room.

You quickly get everything warm on you can, hoping the faster you moved, the faster Owen would so you could get outside. You’re almost running out there once you’re both ready.

As the doors open a giant gust of cold wind hits you, making you stop in your tracks. You look around at the snow. It’s falling from the sky, leaving little flakes in your hair and on your clothes. The ground is already covered in a layer of it. You can’t believe it’s real! Before you could take in the peacefulness of it any longer you’re hit upside the head with something cold.

You turn to your side, seeing Owen facing you with a wide smile, laughing at the look on your face. He just threw a snowball at you and before you could get over it, he threw another one at you, laughing! He’s quick to start grabbing more snow.

“Oh it’s on Joyner.” You laugh while collecting up snow. You launch what one would call a pathetic snowball in his direction. He laughs at your attempt before hitting you head on with another one.

You laugh some more while trying to get a better snowball together. This time with the launch of your arm, it hits Owen right in the face. The look he makes could make you pee from laughing so hard.

“You’re gonna be sorry for that one Y/N!” He says laughing whole running in your direction.

You let out a shriek and start running away from him. You can hear his laughing and his feet behind you. You may be fast but he just so happens to be faster. You can feel his hands grab onto the back of your jacket.

You’re quick to turn, trying to loosen his grip on you. Instead of freeing yourself, you lose your balance knocking into Owen. You close your eyes waiting for the impact of the fall but instead you make impact with a puffy chest.

You open your eyes to see that you not only lost your balance but made Owen lose his as well. You landed right on his chest, face to face for the second time today. Belly laughs leaving from the both of you.

He looks so beautiful. His cheeks and nose just slightly pinker then usual because of the cold, he has snowflakes that got tangled up in his eyelashes, and the blue of his eyes just look that much bluer due to the bright lighting of the snow. You can’t help but stare into them, as your laugh dies off. Not knowing that he’s thinking the exact same thing as you, he thought you never looked prettier than you did in this moment right now.

“Hi.” He says looking up at you, breaking the silence.

“Oh hello Joyner.” You say with a small laugh, going to lift yourself up from his body.

Before you could lift yourself up, you feel his arms tighten around your waist, keeping you in place and his lips on yours. Yours eyes widen at the contact, but slowly drop as your lips start to move in sync together. He has your bottom lip between his two, and nothing has ever felt as perfect as his lips on yours.

You slowly pull apart, but leave two small pecks on each other’s lips before you do. The kiss leaves you breathless and with butterflies in your stomach.

“Be my girlfriend.” You hear him say.

“I’m sorry what?”

“You heard me, be my girlfriend! I’ve been waiting so long to do that and now I want you to be my girlfriend not that I didn’t want you to be my girlfriend before but I was just nervous because I suck at making moves and I-“

You cut off his nervous rambling with your lips on his. This time you feel his lips melt into yours. You can’t help but let a big smile take over your face, you’ve been waiting what feels like forever for this and you can’t believe it’s here. Owen looks up at you mimicking your smile.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” He asks you while laughing.

You nod your head yes enthusiastically, almost too enthusiastic. At the motion Owen is quick to pull you in for another kiss.

He pulls away and you almost feel bare from not having his lips on yours. You’re also suddenly colder than you remember being, a shiver taking over your whole body. Owen noticing, he’s quick to push you off and help you get up.

He grabs your hand and starts to lead you back into the apartment to escape the cold.

“Wait...” You say and he turns to look at you to give you a questioning look.

You pull him a little closer and stand on your toes to reach up to him. You press your lips against his, taking in the feeling of his lips and the snow falling around you. Nothing has ever felt more perfect.

“I just wanted to do that one last time.” You say with a smile. Owen smiles down at you, squeezing your hips before leading you inside.

You make your way inside thinking today’s firsts could have not been more perfect. Maybe snow was just as magical as you always thought it was.

#owen patrick joyner #owen joyner #owen x reader #owen joyner imagine #owenjoynerimagines #owen joyner x reader #owen joyner x y/n #owen joyner fic #owen joyner fanfiction #owen joyner fluff #julie and phantoms #alexjatp #jatp

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yoonnamjin25 · 3 years

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Sometimes I feel bad for hellers. Their proofs and reasons for believing that Dean was in love with Cass are so trivial (I don't care if they like the ship, my problem comes when they insist on doing their headcanons canon when it's clearly not like that).

Dean is a loyal man, he cares a lot about his friends and always wants to protect them. All of them. But they say he was in love with Cass because he spent a year looking for him when they were in purgatory, as if he had not done the same if, instead of Cass, the person who was with him had been Charlie, Garth, Bobby, Jody, Donna, the girls or even Eileen (I'm not even gonna name Sam here because we all know he wouldn't have even left Sam there if he thought he was dead. No, he would have stayed there and mourned him until another monster killed him).

Dean is not the type of man who leaves others behind, especially if these others are important to him. To say he was in love because of this is honestly weak and wrong because they are literally blinding themselves into thinking that this behavior was due to his "romantic love" for Cass and not because it is something already inherent in his persona. Like, do they honestly know the man at all???

And there's this other thing about Benny too: he was not Dean's "boyfriend". They were friends, brothers in combat. They saved each other's lives probably countless of times when they were in purgatory so they shared a special bond. That's why they were so close and important for each other. But this closeness they had has nothing to do with romance.

Why does everyone has to have romantic feelings towards people they care about? Real love between friends of any gender exist. Aro people exist and it doesn't mean they don't love other people. They do. They just don't have romantic feelings for them. And that's normal. That kind of love exist. And that was the kind of love Dean and Benny shared. That was the kind of love Dean felt for Cass.

And don't get me wrong, I loved Benny and I would've absolutely loved if Dean and him had a thing, but this was not the case because of a bunch of reasons, the two of the most important being that:

1) Dean was straight and he never showed any attraction for any other men in the whole 15 years that the show lasted and, oh surprise, Benny was a male vamp.

2) Because Benny was already in love with someone else and was too into her that he couldn't have even think of someone else. Not in a romantic way.

So if in the script they put "Dean and Benny break up" is not because they were in a romantic relationship. Is just because they had a relationship. A friendship. And Dean decided to part ways with him. To put an end to their friendship. So it was a break up. And Dean felt really bad for it because he lost his friend, his brother, his buddy, the person who saved him, protected him and stayed with him in that hell of a place when he was all alone and lost. And he had every right to feel bad for it. But this doesn't mean that he had the hots for him or that he was heartbroken because he just "broke up with his boyfriend".

Seriously, they should stop trying to find representation in characters that were never meant to represent us. If they want rep, great, me too, but there are a lot of other shows for that already.

If Dean was their comfort character, perfect! He also was mine too! But not because we find comfort in him, means that he has to be exactly as we want or wish he was, it means that we accept and love him for who he was, warts and all.

And sorry, but Dean was never part of the LGBTQ+ community, although he always supported it and never judged it. He was a man who didn't give a f*ck of what others could say or think about him, so if he wanted to date a man, he would've. In a heartbeat.

Jensen has already played a part of a bisexual man and he had no problem with that, so if they would've told him that Dean was bi, he would've accepted it. In a heartbeat.

If the writers were homophobic/queerphobic and didn't want to make Dean bi in canon, Jensen would've talked about it. He knows Dean better than anyone else in the world except, maybe, Kripke. So if he knew Dean was really bi but was being "silenced" by the writers, he would've never said in multiple ocassions that Dean was not bi and that he wasn't in love with Cass and that he never had the hots for any men.

He would've encourage us instead into thinking that they were right, that Dean was bi but it couldn't have been confirmed because of the homophobic writers. But that was not the case.

There's no conspiracies, there's no secrets, there's no hints nor double meanings. There's just text and what canon gave us. If they don't like it, then the show was never for them. Period. And if they want rep, they can go watch Sense8 (just for giving an example).

PS: and now I'm gonna leave these gifs of Poncho Herrera, who plays the part of Hernando de la Fuente in Sense8, because he's a hot and super talented mexican actor and he deserves all the recognition in this world.

#supernatural #dean winchester #benny lafitte #castiel #dean is straight #jensen ackles #sense8 #hernando #poncho herrera #season 8 #eric kripke

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canyouhearthelight · 3 years

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The Miys, Ch. 141

Last week I posted a day early because vacation was doing vacation things to my sense of time.... This week I forgot to queue the chapter up because Monday was a work holiday, so I forgot today was Tuesday. *insert facepalm here please*

Thanks on this one go largely to @baelpenrose who rightfully pointed out that one part made very little sense to him and therefore was unlikely to make sense to a reader. The clarification smoothed things out quite a bit, I think. Just in case, whoever spots the area I’m talking about gets a cookie as soon as travel restrictions lift.

As always, thanks go also to @the-raven-fae, @charlylimph-blog, and @anotherusrname for completing the corners of my support system. And, a super-duper extra-special to @drinksteawithcake! I don’t know if I am allowed to tell everyone why, but you know why you get the extra-special, and I hope you are having fun!

BWAAAAAHP! BWAAAAAHP!

“Uhhh?” I squinted in complaint as flailing arms clambered over me. One pair snagged me around my waist to drag me from bed before depositing me shakily on my feet. “What are you - ?”

BWAAAAAHP! BWAAAAAHP!

Any trace of sleep was shoved out of my system, replaced by sizzling alertness when I realized I was hearing ship-wide alarms. Shoving myself into the first clothing I grabbed, not even bothering with shoes, I was hot on Conor and Maverick’s heels as we raced out of our quarters and into the corridor. We paused only long enough for both men to kiss me and for “I love yous” to be exchanged before they turned and headed toward the areas indicated on their datascreens, while I hauled ass toward the Archives, ducking and twisting to avoid anyone in my path.

“Forty minutes,” Tyche told me crisply as I basically fell through the door, panting. “The Ark could be invaded and the battle over by the time you make it.”

“I ran….huff….the whole….ugh….way….” I managed to gasp out. Part of me felt like puking, but I was pretty sure the muscles in my abdomen were too busy to figure out the logistics.

Clicking her tongue, she pulled me up from the floor. “Alistair, make a note to suggest to Xio that Sophia’s quarters be relocated once we have a better idea of when we are dropping into real space.”

I nodded numbly. “And probably… amp up… sensors… give… earlier… warning.”

“Nice outfit, by the way,” she laughed quietly as we finally reached the shelter point within the Archives.

Glancing down, I had to suppress a sigh. The first thing I grabbed to dress myself had apparently been a pair of Conor’s boxer shorts and a very filthy t-shirt that I assumed belonged to Maverick, since Conor’s was usually under coveralls. “At least you can’t say I took my time getting dressed.”

Her shaking head was greeted by faces in various states of wakefulness - this had been a drill, and woke nearly the entire Ark during their sleep interval on Delta shift. But we weren’t out of the woods, yet: the drill didn’t end until all of Xiomara and Evan’s scenarios played out, including the mock combat and various tests of concealment for the other shelters. As such, Tyche stood guard over the choke-point into this section, while Alistair had stayed behind at the entrance.

Early on, when the drills started, there had been fifty-fifty odds that the mock-invaders would make it this far, but over the past few weeks, that had narrowed to maybe twenty-percent. It was still too high a chance in my judgement, and Xiomara clearly agreed as she stepped up training schedules and randomized the timing of the drills.

Taking a swig of water from a stash of bottles, I queued up my datapad and stood next to Tyche, watching the ‘casualties’ from a point where no one could see over my shoulder to avoid panic, which I would have done in a real situation. “They didn’t find mess hall seven this time,” I murmured.

She glanced at my screen. “Acoustics are still too damned high. She must not be simulating for that this go around.”

One of the decoy locations lit up. “Looks like this time it’s heavy on thermal.” The location in question had been equipped with a cooking surface, triggered to activate when the klaxons that had woken me up went off. Which Xiomara knew, but did not tell the ‘pirates’ for authenticity.

“How did they get past the combatants this time?” She asked, both curious and slightly worried.

Rolling back the sensor data, I watched it carefully. “Looks like these got in during the initial breaches, multiple points. But the line has held since, that’s good.”

Doing another check toward Alistair’s direction, she didn’t seem to see anything concerning. “How many?”

“Four,” I confirmed. “Sam’s thermal camouflage is working beautifully, though.” I couldn’t help but grin, and Tyche snorted at the same time. ‘Thermal camouflage’ was a bit of overkill as a name, but it was working well in every round. Potential access points were equipped with fast-acting environmental simulators - originally designed for temporary habitats on inhospitable moons - modified to release atmosphere like a Terran equatorial rainforest within one minute in an enclosed space. It was a much more simple and elegant solution than any others we had found for giving combatants defending the Ark an advantage - instead of trying to create technology to make them look colder, make the entire area match human heat signatures. Boom, instantly blinded enemies.

A tense half-hour later, the ‘all clear’ sounded, queueing grumbling from those who had dozed back off as everyone stood to make their ways back to their quarters. I waited with Alistair and Tyche for everyone else to be accounted for on the way out, and the three of us headed back toward our quarters together. Alistair peeled off first, living closest to the Archives, and no sooner had my sister and I reached my door than the page sounded for the post-drill meeting. She waved me off as she answered on her databand, and I did the same as I pushed into my quarters and flopped on the couch. “Councillor Sophia Reid, present, audio only,” I answered. “And no jokes, Pranav… I look like I smell awful.”

“Alistair Worthington, present, audio and video. I can confirm that she does, and she does.”

Laughter filled the comms and the rest of the group leaders and Councillors joined the debrief. Finally, everyone was present and Xiomara called the meeting to order. First, the leaders of each shelter reported in, as those usually went the fastest. There were a couple malfunctions in the deployment of the shielding to disguise the entrances and hide heat and electrical signatures, but nothing Huynh’s team couldn’t fix. Tyche and Alistair made the recommendations around earlier detection and the need to move those sheltering in the Archives closer as we approached time to drop out of relativistic space.

Once that was out of the way, it was on to the combat and invasion teams. Overall consensus was that Sam’s trick with the portable environments was a rousing success and would be installed at each point determined to be most likely as a breach, with trigger conditions to be determined later. “I hate to say it,” Michael sighed, “but we also need Charly’s team to crank up the scovilles on the arrows and grenades.” His team had played the ‘invaders’ this go around, equipped with sensors and readouts to simulate the effect our defenses would have on the various species who most commonly were found on pirate vessels. Evan had worked intensely with Pranav and Derek to ensure that the strategies provided by the readouts were modelled after similar strategies based on which ever species each team member was assigned, to ensure we weren’t accidentally drilling against human tactics.

Michael hated it, but he was strict about his team complying nonetheless.

“Seriously?” I squawked, and I wasn’t the only one. “One of those things accidentally went off in my quarters…. Can confirm, they’re pretty potent.”

“They dissipated too fast against my team, and also the contact element left a lot to be desired. Charly, you may want to consider adding a sticking element.”

“Duly noted,” she chimed in with a yawn, her normal pep doused by being woken up and then the drop in adrenaline post-combat.

“What about the sonic weapons?” Xiomara asked, moving the meeting along.

“Still less effective than Nixe is on her own,” a familiar voice I couldn’t put a name to responded with a sheepish tone. “How hard would it be to train more people to shatter glass with their voice?”

“Incredibly,” Grey stressed. “It takes a very unique combination of training and the right vocal chords.”

“Then we may need to work on adding a projection component. The sonic devices can match the pitch, but not the actual tone and direction. They’re very effective given time and especially contact, but we need something more immediately disabling.”

Xiomara groaned. “Are we back to Mariah Carey on this one?” Objections exploded until she muted the comms. “It’s that or opera.” Votes started scrolling up the screen, and I could see Xio nod. “Opera it is. Let’s find a suitable piece and try using more analogue-style speakers.”

“I still say that death metal would work better,” Arthur suggested as soon as the comms were back on.

“Annnnd we already tested it, I will remind you. The volume works, but the pitches aren’t high enough to hit a broad enough population of species sensitive to sound.” After that nearly-obligatory objection, the meeting continued going through reports from each combat team until finally Xiomara announced the end results. “I have to admit, this was one of our best drills yet. Ten percent casualties of the combatants defending the breaches, only two percent among non-combatants, and the invaders were only able to traverse three decks before they were subdued.” She let the cheers go for a couple seconds before getting everyone’s attention again. “Yes, great job on the improvements, but let me remind everyone - those numbers still leave us below threshold for a healthy genetic population. Engineering teams, make the necessary adjustments with whatever resources are necessary. Shelters Three and Seven, you will start training for armed and unarmed combat with Shelter Fourteen and Combat Team Two daily. Sophia, your team will coordinate schedules. Any questions?”

There were no arguments, not even a groan or mutter as the meeting was dismissed. Before I could even add the new task to my agenda the next day, I received the notification that Alistair had beaten me to the punch.

Glancing at the time, I wanted to hit something. I had to be back up and at work in four hours, and the realization weighed me down with exhaustion. The guys had come in and gone to bed while I was in the debrief, and I could already hear synchronized snoring coming from the bedroom. Rather than risk waking them with my now-frozen feet, I pulled the quilt off the back of my couch and rolled myself into it. Only minutes later, a heavy weight oozed across my hip and started purring furiously.

“Yeah, buddy. I agree. We need a nap.”

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Why Klaus IS Christmas Kino

Klaus isn’t flawless, let’s get this out the way. My love for this film won’t deny that it bears a couple nits that can distract the experience. Jesper and Alva’s relationship felt like an eye-rolling inevitability, notable cliches here & there, a notable song felt both fitting and out of place, and while enjoyable, I’m not as big a fan of the climax as I thought. But in spite of it all, I love this film and it is one of the best modern animated Christmas films, period? Follow me here. I could go on about its wonderful animation cuz yeah, it’s unlike any other film. But a philosophy of mine is that the best animation enhances the writing and I can say Klaus is that surprisingly well written and has become an all time Christmas fave

*deep breath in* So let’s do this...

I mention that Klaus has its cliches, but you gotta know that it’s smarter than expected. Believe me when I say if the writers didn’t care, this could’ve actually been so much worse. Jesper could’ve been more manipulative towards everyone for his goals, Klaus would’ve given up entirely after knowing the truth about Jesper, we could’ve had an argument between Jesper and his dad about upholding business, the townsfolk could’ve reverted back to their old ways, plenty writing moments where this could’ve been Emoji Movie levels of insulting to your intellect. BUT, they don’t. The film never really turns back on itself, it keeps moving where, as the notable quote goes, an act of good will sparks another as it starts with Jesper’s father.

Even if nepotism was responsible for Jesper getting the job in the first place, he clearly sees his son be more spoiled than he’s worth so is like, “Ma boi, I will send you to the ends of the earth or leave you to the streets if you don’t do something with yourself.” He never cared about his son representing the postal company, or ruining his top class image, he was only tired of Jesper taking advantage of his fortune while not having any ambition of his own. Can’t help but say Jesper’s dad is a very respectable character because the sole reason the whole plot happened in the first place was because he just wanted his son to do better. It’s that act of genuine consideration that pushes Jesper to his wake up call as he reaches Smeerensburg.

People have compared this movie to Emperor’s New Groove through Jesper’s character and I say yes, but this film takes that next step and put Jesper in the pit of pits way early. Reminds me more of Ratatouille’s beginning where Remy’s lowest point is around the same time as Jesper’s. The harsh atmosphere of the island is treated very blunt in how this is our mailman’s nightmare come true. With his situation, our guy is truly at his lowest. Gives up now, he’ll be cut off his inheritance and probably will have worse. Everyone hates him and each other, his post office itself is in shambles, symbolic of how communication is practically thin outside conflict, and the teacher turned fish seller Alva is that path Jesper could notably be if he didn’t try. Everything is literally grey for this guy, but like Ratatouille, when you’re at your lowest there’s no where else to go but up. That’s where Klaus comes in...

This is genuinely the most clever interpretation of Santa I know, hands down. A well established woodsman, a crafter both of living, for him and the birds that reside in his woods, and recreation with the toys he made himself not just for kids, but specifically the kids he and his wife wanted but couldn’t have. Klaus feels like a real person, not just another take on the mythical man. You’re with him and Jesper as he, after familiar winds provide him a letter, a small spark to do something good, soon opens up and gets reminded of what’s kept him going all these years. It is no wonder he sees his wife in Jesper, it’s thanks to him that he could refurbish his dashed dream into a new one. He didn’t just want to do it for the children of the island, but for himself. That is another thing about this film: communication. I mention before how it’s practically thin at first due to a long going feud that isn’t even aware of why it’s still going. The joy in hate is only for hatred’s sake, and they make it very clear how miserable it all feels. That is where Jesper comes in. They don’t take shortcuts with how he gets the ball rolling, both accidentally and purposefully, he boots up to get things done, pushes himself to go to Klaus to make things happen. This is all in part by the youth, what really ties the plot together...

As I mentioned before (again), life in Smeerensburg is noticeably miserable but thanks to Klaus, by extension Jesper, the kids are enticed to do what it takes to get some genuine joy in their lives through the toys they’re able to get. They’ll make them letters, and if they can’t write, they’ll go to Alva for teachings, and if they act naughty, they’ll try to do good which in turn pushes the adults to do good for the sake of their kids. It really would’ve been one thing to sure enough make the kids spoiled because of the toy giving, focusing more on the extrinsic value of Klaus’s kindness but no. The children are very grateful for these gifts enough to feel compelled to do good, and it makes them feel good as much as it soon makes the adults more convinced to stop fighting. It helps that this all takes place in older times cuz I believe this would’ve been far different, possibly worse, if this took place in modern times. That or just kinda rip off Arthur Christmas, it’s my guess. As such, it gradually becomes an amazing Christmas film because it isn’t just the presents, the Santa Claus myth, the festive style of it all that makes this holiday special to me. It’s the warmth... of togetherness.

My favorite detail about Klaus is how it transitions from cold to warm with its atmosphere. We start out with the emptiest, harshest environment, enough fog to choke your eyes, and then we get to this moment with a brighter, clearer sight of the more united town as the Christmas spirit builds in the film, even when it isn’t even that day yet in-universe, so too does the warmhearted feeling that can come from celebrating it appear more and more. This film fleshes out more of what the Grinch taught me, what A Charlie Brown Christmas taught me, what I’ve come to appreciate about Christmas as I grew up in this materialistic world. I can say everyday can have the Holiday spirit, but Christmas is the time where I feel compelled to be grateful of what I’ve made and got and give back when honestly, I don’t care about getting the most expensive stuff anymore like I used to when I was way younger. This film is so sincere in what it wants to say, and you know this is indeed the same guy that made Minions. Yeah, not kidding and I’ll let you sit with that if you’re reading this as I continue because we have to talk about that moment...

Yeah, I don’t like being the Nostalgia Critic, but I too don’t take kindly to the ‘liar reveal’ trope myself and this could’ve been a point where the film lost me a little. Though you know what? It still works. See, with that trope, what sucks is that it can tend to unravel the plot to where you know as soon as they break apart, they’ll get back together regardless of the deed done. This is why I don’t like A Bug’s Life, don’t @ me. But I’m not saying it can’t done right, like in Over the Hedge. The breakup between Jesper and the others is painful, but it is necessary to give us a couple great character moments. One is with Jesper and his dad, who came back personally to see that Jesper has indeed built something for himself. We get no dialogue between them but it’s clear that even when Jesper’s unintentionally successful thanks to Yzma and Bubba, he can tell his son wasn’t happy leaving everything behind, so he lets him stay since that was what he truly wanted this whole time. Again, give that man some credit for amazing dad. Another moment comes before the big reveal where not only do we see Jesper come to understand his own guilt surrounding his original intentions, but in the end they never hated him for coming back, especially due to him inadvertently stopping the enemy feud all together. Lastly, without that moment, we probably wouldn’t have got this smile. When Margu, purest character ever that I could make a whole segment about but I don’t wanna keep you too long, started to tear up after calling for Jesper thinking he left for good but she then sees our guy never really left and we get this teary smile:

I felt that. Almost more than anything else in this film.

Cliched as it can appear, the execution excels in those more memorable emotions for this film. It’s been a year since I watched this again and I remember so much about these characters. And my god, I haven’t even gotten to the animation which... my god.

Klaus is indeed the most beautiful upon beautiful films I’ve seen, and what makes it better is that it all enhances the story. I mention before of its transitional visual from cold to warm sights, but goddamn, the character designs, the environments, the expressiveness, the textures all amount to style perfect for this alone. I think it would’ve as well received if it had a more flat look, but they seriously went higher for a traditional appealing story that compliments the unique children’s storybook look of it all. This honestly is better than most of modern Disney films that I’ve seen, ironic since it feels like if you took Tangled the Series and made it 3D with more fluid character animation. And if I’m comparing something to the continuous mindblower that’s Tangled the Series, you’ve most certainly got on my best side.

Sergio Pablos and his team really pulled no punches in making this a great movie. A great Christmas movie, one worth seeing if not at least once but every Holiday season for tradition’s sake. Klaus gave me a good time, made me cry, and above all showed me to never stop having a good heart because doing good can indeed go far, thankless as it can be. Heck, my heart felt more rejuvenated than before in making this critique, that’s a testament to how much good this film means to me personally. What else is there to say?

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Mulled Wine Cider

Part 4 of 4 of Winter and Warmth

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Domestic destiel - 2.7k - angst, fluff, smut Cas is still a bit shaken by his jealousy but Dean makes it all right.

Castiel and Dean were finally alone.

Dean was scrolling on his phone in the kitchen, Castiel stood wondering why he was always so angry when Benny was around. He knew why, but… he didn’t know why. Dean didn’t do anything specific. Benny is just so annoying.

Dean pocketed his phone. “OK. We should go to the mall to get the tie and necklace back, and get other gifts for Sam and Eileen. You ready?”

Dean knew the owner of the games/anime/figurines/D&D/comic books shop. With a wink, he took Castiel by the hand to follow him in the backstore for “special” items. Dean found a nice book for Sam about lesser gods and their servants. “Maybe next time elves mess with us Rowena won’t have to make the trip from Hell, and we can deal with it ourselves,” he’d said. Eileen’s gift was a necklace again – but the pendant hid a small blade and a locket for salt or anything she’d like. “Parsley, sage, rosemary or thyme,” Dean said, smiling. Castiel tilted his head, squinting in thought. Dean kissed him.

“I love the kiss, but I don’t understand.”

“You’re too cute when you’re confused.”

Castiel smiled. “You must find me very… cute. I’m often confused by you.”

“The absolute cutest, babe.” Dean took Castiel by the waist and pressed himself against him. He kissed him again. “So cute.”

Castiel said, “I did understand the reference, Dean. But is it because Eileen loves this song?”

“No, it’s because she cooks a lot, now.”

“Oh.”

“You’ll get there, buddy.”

“Where?”

Dean smiled again. “To the place where you’re less confused by me and my jokes.”

“But I’ll get less kisses.”

Dean kissed him again. “Impossible.”

They stopped by the liquor store to get something to bring to dinner. Dean called to Castiel, “Hey, found a really good red wine. We could bring that home for ourselves after dinner. I could make mulled wine for us.”

Castiel was looking at the bottle, his expression unreadable.

“What? You said you liked mulled wine when we first tasted it. I can make some, it’s easy.”

“Benny gave you the recipe I suppose.”

“Um, kind of, yes. It’s mostly to taste. Speaking of, we’ll need oranges, star anise, and cinnamon sticks, and cloves. I think.” Dean checked something on his phone. “Hmmm… I might pick up more stuff than I thought.”

They were the last to arrive at Sam’s and Eileen’s. Big hugs were exchanged – a polite one between Castiel and Benny.

Christmas dinner was really good. Eileen had made the best turkey anyone had ever had. And Sam had found a way to mix animal blood in a way that felt special to Benny.

Benny thanked him. “It’s really appreciated, man.” Sam had nodded.

Dean said, “This turkey sure beats the electrocuted ham we had that one time on a case.”

Everybody laughed – even Sam – and Charlie insisted on knowing the whole story.

When Dean was done, leaving everyone laughing again, Benny piped up, with a smile, “And does it beat the rabid raccoons of Purgatory?”

Dean exploded. “Man! Those were vile! How dare you compare?”

Eileen said, “Raccoons?”

Dean and Benny went on about the menu in Purgatory, which was cut short because it was too gross.

Much to Castiel’s relief.

Between the main course and dessert, everyone helped clean up and put away leftovers in containers. Everybody was taking some turkey and fixings back home. Even Benny, who had family – all humans – coming over tomorrow for a week.

Dessert was had, cards were played, and Charlie and Benny left not too late. Castiel and Dean stayed a little longer so Dean would be sober enough to drive home. They gave Sam and Eileen their gifts, which they loved.

Back home, Dean decided he wanted to make the mulled wine. Castiel cut the oranges in silence.

“What’s wrong, buddy?”

Castiel kept cutting the oranges. “Nothing. Why would anything be wrong?”

“You’ve been very quiet tonight, especially when Benny and I were talking about Purgatory. You didn’t even have a hand on my thigh like you usually do.”

Castiel still wouldn’t meet Dean’s eyes. “Oh. You noticed.”

Dean dumped the spices in the pot where the wine was already warming up. “Babe. I see you.”

One slice, two slices. “What do you mean?”

Dean turned and leaned back on the counter, his hands by his sides. He spoke softly. “Cas. Look at me.”

Castiel stopped slicing. He looked up.

“Babe, you’re my love. I notice when you’re… not yourself.”

Castiel looked at the oranges again. “You didn’t seem to notice this morning. Or at the carnival.”

Dean sighed. “Benny. Again.”

Castiel kept his eyes on the oranges.

“Babe, you know, I did notice that sometimes you seemed crossed. I asked you if everything was fine, and you said you were fine. I respect that.”

Castiel moved the orange slices around. “Are you saying it’s my fault?”

Dean sat facing Castiel. “No. But it’s a two-way thing. Sometimes you say you’re fine, and I respect that, but I want you to know you can say it when you’re not fine.”

Castiel finished a pile of slices. “OK.”

“Babe. Cas.”

“Yes, Dean?”

“What is going on? What’s this thing with Benny? You don’t like him?”

Castiel finished a second pile of orange slices. He sat back. He looked at Dean. “It’s just… While I was trying to keep the leviathans from you, you were running around with him.”

“It’s more me dragging him around until we found you.”

“How do you say it… same but different?”

Dean chuckled. “Same difference.”

“Hm.”

“Babe. It was always about you. Don’t you see?”

“But you seem so happy when you talk about Purgatory with him.”

Dean crossed his arms. “It’s not… It’s not because of him. He’s my friend, sure. I really like the guy. He saved my ass, I saved his… but Purgatory… it’s special.”

“I found it stressful.”

“Yeah, it is. But there was something pure about it.”

“Pure?”

“You can kill without consequence. They’re all monsters! There’s no ‘oh but what about the human inside’ or ‘this was a mother, what about her kids now’, or ‘how am I gonna explain this’, or escaping the cops, or-“

“I get it, Dean. Freedom.”

Dean uncrossed his arms and leaned on the table. “Yeah.”

Castiel nodded.

“And you have to know, I need you to understand, if I’d found you five minutes after getting there, we’d have gone out on the spot. I didn’t stay for the thrill of it. It was always you.”

“But Benny followed you for the whole year.”

“He needed me to get out. Remember?”

“He seems to like you. A lot.”

“And I like him. As a friend. And I married you. Isn’t that what’s important?”

Castiel reached for the tablecloth and wiped his hands.

Dean added, “Do you remember what movie we watched the other night?”

“Um… the one where the chef and the air conditioned repairman fall in love?”

Dean laughed. “Yes. – man I love you – but remember why I chose it?”

“Um…”

“It was about two dumbasses who were in love since forever, and they were too stupid to realize, and it took them ages to get together.”

“Ah, yes.”

“Reminds you of anyone?”

Castiel smiled. “Yes. You and me.”

“Yes, you and me, pal.” He leaned over the table and kissed him. “You and me. Dumbasses in love.” He smiled and booped Castiel’s nose.

Dean took the oranges, dumped them in the wine, and adjusted the heat to simmer. “I’m surprised, because it’s not like you to get jealous.”

“Jealous?”

Dean stirred the wine. “Yeah. Being afraid to lose me to someone else although there is literally no indication of me wanting to be with anybody else.”

Castiel spoke as to himself. “Jealous…”

Dean turned around. “You didn’t know that’s what it is?”

“I hadn’t realized.”

“You never did that. It was always us. Together. Even when you did something stupid behind my back,” Castiel gave him a look, “OK, yes, and when I did too. Doesn’t matter. I wanted to protect you.”

“And I wanted to be worthy of you.”

Dean smirked. “Oh, because getting me out of Hell wasn’t enough?”

“Things kept happening, Dean.”

“Yeah, I know…” Dean fiddled on his phone, and put it on the table. It played a soft song. He dimmed the light. He went to Castiel, took his hands so he’d get up. He wrapped his arms around him and rested his cheek against Castiel’s. They started swaying slowly to the song. “I know…”

Castiel held him tight. “I don’t want to be jealous.”

“Then just trust me. Trust us.”

Castiel stiffed ever so slightly.

“Babe. What’s wrong?”

Castiel pursed his lips. “Nothing.”

Dean squeezed Castiel a bit. “Now’s a good time to not say ‘Nothing’, babe. What’s wrong?”

Castiel looked tentatively into Dean’s eyes. “The mulled wine reminds me of Benny.” Castiel got a hint of panic in his eyes. “But I don’t want to be jealous!”

Dean smiled. “Then we’ll make mulled cider.”

Castiel’s eyes brightened. “Oh?”

“It’s apple-flavored, and it’s sweeter. I think you might like it more, actually.”

Castiel smiled a little. “Oh?”

Dean put the wine pot on the back burner and started a pot of mulled cider.

They cleaned up again, Castiel having cut fresh oranges – and apples too.

Dean came back to Castiel and wrapped his arms around him again. “How about that?”

“I can’t wait to taste it.”

“What about this in the meantime?” Dean kissed Castiel slowly.

Eyes closed, they slow danced to a few songs. They also kissed a whole song, very slowly, like time had stopped. Mostly, they just danced, their hands changing places to cup a butt cheek or to feel a shoulder. A few neck kisses were given, too.

Dean whispered, “How long you think we’ve been dancing?”

Castiel whispered, “I don’t know. I like it.”

Dean chuckled. “I like it too, but I think the cider might be ready. Or close enough. What do you say we go cuddle on the couch with a glass of warm, spiced cider, and I give you your gift?”

“I have a gift?”

“Of course. I just need to get it from my super secret hiding spot.”

Castiel smiled and kissed Dean. “OK.”

Castiel cleaned up the kitchen while Dean was gone getting his gift – it took a minute – and he poured two glasses of mulled cider, and brought them to the living room. He turned off all the lights but the Christmas tree and decorations. The ambiance was warm and soft.

Dean showed up with a gift and a headband with antlers. He put it on Castiel’s head. “Here, it’s more festive.”

“Are you sure, Dean?”, Castiel said, as he adjusted them and tried to catch his reflection in a window.

Dean kissed him. “You’re my reindeer. My little helper.”

Castiel’s eyes narrowed. “Little?”

Dean’s eyes trailed to Castiel’s crotch. “Hmmm… not really little, no.”

Castiel pursed his lips. “Hmm.”

Dean gave Castiel his gift. It was clearly a book. As Castiel unwrapped it, he saw that it was a cookbook for simple recipes from around the world. Castiel beamed. “Thank you, Dean. I can’t wait to try the recipes. Can we look at it now?”

“Of course.”

They flipped through the pages while drinking their cider and choosing what they should try first. Castiel said the cider was really good and refilled their glasses.

After being done with the cookbook, Castiel produced a gift from under the couch.

“You got me a gift?”

“Of course, Dean.”

Dean opened his gift. It was green tuque with a pompom. He put it on. “How do I look?”

Castiel took in how Dean’s eyes were so green. “Like my husband.”

Dean laughed. “You’re silly…”

Castiel smiled. “But accurate.”

Dean kissed him as thanks.

Dean took the last sip of his cider. “Hey, what to do you think we do your kinky thing from the other day?”

“What kinky thing?”

Dean’s eye twinkled. “The cold hands on your warm body…”

Castiel took Dean’s hands in his. “Your hands are very warm.”

Dean stood up. “That can be arranged. Be right back.”

Dean stepped out quickly and made a snowball, packed tight.

He came back in to a sight he didn’t expect: Castiel was lying naked on the couch, with the antlers still on his head.

Dean froze.

“I’m ready, Dean.” Indeed, Castiel was already hard.

Dean was breathless. He’d seen him naked plenty of times, but he was still stunned.

Castiel looked concerned. “Are you OK?”

Dean walked towards the couch, snowball still in his hands, leaving a trail of waterdrops. “Yeah. It’s just you’re… wow.”

Castiel smiled. In the dim light, Dean couldn’t see that he also blushed.

“Here, hold this.” Dean gave the snowball to Castiel and quickly got out of his clothes.

Castiel’s eyes went to the windows. They were, after all, facing the street. “What about the neighbours?”

Dean’s eyes were dark and his cock hard. His voice was almost an octave lower than usual when he answered, “Oh, they’re not invited.”

Castiel shook his head. “That’s not what I-“

Dean took the snowball back. “Oh, I know. They’re still not invited.”

Dean straddled Castiel and gave him the snowball to hold – over his head, as to get the water dripping over the side of the couch. “Stay like this.”

“Yes, Dean.”

Dean started playing with Castiel’s nipples with his cold fingers.

Castiel closed his eyes.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, it’s… yes, I do.”

Dean nibbled on them and sucked a little, and then rubbed them with the parts of his hands that were still cold.

Low, rumbling sounds came from Castiel.

Dean sucked on his nipples again. “Hmm… This is fun…”

“Yes…” Castiel opened his eyes. “My turn. Hold this.”

Dean took the snowball – now half melted – and, still sitting on Castiel, held it just above Castiel’s crotch, so that freezing droplets would hit his cock when he didn’t expect it.

Castiel took his cold hands to Dean’s nipples, which was welcomed with hitched breath. Castiel trailed his hands down to Dean’s thighs. A water drop landed on Castiel’s cock, which made him grip Dean’s thighs in surprise.

Dean held the snowball tighter, to make it melt faster. “This is better than I expected.”

A hitched breath from Castiel informed him another drop had landed in the right place.

Castiel took Dean’s cock in his hand. It was cool, but not very cold. It took Dean by surprise, but it was pleasant.

Every time a drop landed on Castiel, he squeezed Dean’s cock a little tighter in response to the surprise. Dean was climbing fast. “This is real good, Cas. Turns out to be a good idea.”

“It tickles, Dean.”

“Good tickle or bad tickle?”

“Hmmm… Good.”

“Too bad, I’m out of snow.”

“Oh. OK.”

“I can get another one.”

“No, don’t go.”

Dean trailed his cold fingers on Castiel’s chest, and took his cock in his hand.

Castiel sucked the air in between his teeth. “That is… surprising.”

“Good or bad?”

“Not sure.”

Dean let go. “Then let’s just do what we’re good at.”

Dean layed on the couch alongside Castiel. His back was half turned to him, and he’d passed a leg behind Castiel, exposing himself fully.

Castiel, who was a bit lower, had his cock between Dean’s legs, resting on his thigh.

Dean asked Castiel, “Warm up my hands, babe.”

Castiel held his hands, looking him in the eyes. “I’m silly.”

“Why?”

“To think you’d leave me for someone else. For Benny.”

“Shhhhhhh Cas. Shhhhh.”

“What?”

“I told you, nobody’s invited. Don’t talk about him. It’s just us.”

Castiel smiled. “Yes, Dean.”

Dean shook his hips a little, making his cock bounce. “This, dude, it’s just for you.”

Castiel’s eyes darkened. “Yes, Dean.”

Dean kissed Castiel. “Now, take your warm hands to my warm body and let’s do what we do best.”

Castiel lost an octave. “Oh yes, Dean.”

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dance with me

request from nonnie! “Hello! Im terribly in love with your writing! I was wondering if maybe, Charlie takes Bill, the twins an (either oc or reader insert) to a muggle party and they’re all super confused but love it and Fred is completely smitten by the OC when she danced and maybe did something weird/special of your choosing. I hope it isnt much, lots of love for u and Mischief Managed! ♥️”

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The foggy, wet streets of the city were unappealing compared to the very comforting, open landscape next to the Burrow. The very last thing that Fred and George had wanted to do was follow their two eldest brothers in the frigid, rainy weather to some silly Muggle party in central London.

Especially Fred.

He didn’t want to be forced out of the one place that made him somewhat happy, especially when he was still nursing the heartbreak that had been causing him so much unpleasantness.

But they’d obliged, because Charlie had nearly pounced on the two of them about it, and they’d much rather go to this than be forced to sit inside the Burrow with pompous Percy -- although, since the war, he had admittedly gotten better at not being a self-righteous git.

The twins had a ton on their plate; not to mention, Fred wasn’t in the mood for any of it. They were dragged out of their business shop by Bill, who was adamant about the fact that they’d both needed a night out, and when they’d tried to persist, telling their eldest brother many times that they had too much to do before the newest shipment of magical inventions came in, Bill had nearly hexed the pair of them, causing them both to shut up almost instantaneously.

But now, as bright, fluorescent lights hit the middle of the room, highlighting you, your smooth and effortless dance moves, and the very lazy grin on your face as you sang along to the booming music in between sips of your drink, Fred wasn’t so huffy about being here anymore.

His heartbreak didn’t seem so heavy anymore.

At least right now, it didn’t.

Admittedly, Bill was right. They really did need a night out. They’d been so bloody busy working that they hadn’t even been to the pub in a few weeks’ time. Ever since the war, business had seemed to escalate, which was really saying something, considering it was incredibly busy even before all of this had gone down. The two of them hardly ever had a moment to breathe. Which, they supposed, was good for Fred. Kept him occupied, kept his mind at bay. But they reckoned they probably needed to hire some more help. Ron had reluctantly agreed to lend a hand. It was Hermione’s idea. A brilliant one, at that.

George thrust a beer frustratingly into his twin’s hands. “We’ve got so much to do, mate.”

“Yeah,” Fred replied breathlessly, truly not listening to a word George was saying.

Fred Weasley had always had it easy when it came to the ladies. They flocked to him, really. He didn’t like to admit it so as not to come off like an entitled prat, but it was true. It was probably due to the fact that he was always making everyone laugh -- something that came equally as easy to him. Perhaps it was his bright red hair that the girls ogled over. Maybe it was his wicked sense of adventure, and the fact that he was always landing himself in questionable situations more often than not. But that was school. He could easily impress those girls at school. He hadn’t had too in a while, though. He’d been happily tied up with the same person for years — that is, until he wasn’t. Until she’d picked someone else.

This was different, though. This was a Muggle party, in the middle of central London, in someone’s sweaty, sticky flat with a bunch of people he didn’t know. Fred couldn’t do magic here. He couldn’t impress someone with his inventions or with his stories about adventure without giving away the fact that he was a from a magical background. He couldn’t use his usual tricks in front of all of these Muggles or he’d be in a ton of hot water.

He also couldn’t let his very intense vulnerability and his rusty flirting get in the way.

But he wouldn’t be Fred Weasley if he didn’t try, right?

It was always easy for Fred to be able to flirt absentmindedly with women. But with his heart in a fragile state, he wasn’t so sure it would be easy tonight.

Bill, picking up on his younger brother’s locked knees and fingers gripped tight around his beer, stopped in front of them. “You alright, Fred?”

“Yeah,” Fred said again, clearing his throat and swigging a bit of his drink. He then thrust the nearly full beer into Charlie’s hands, who furrowed his brows in a confused look. Fred continued, “More than okay. Hey, you guys have fun -- I’ll catch up with you in a bit, alright?”

He left his brothers standing at the other end of the room as he pushed through tons of people. When he’d finally made it to the middle, you were gone. He casually swerved around, peering all around the room to try and meet the gaze with the eyes he felt like he’s known for years already. He then spotted you toward the corner, pouring yourself another drink. His feet began moving before he could register exactly what he was doing; so quickly, in fact, that he hadn’t even heard the obnoxious exchange of words and laughter from behind him from his brothers.

“Merlin, can we go anywhere without Fred picking someone up?”

“Give him a break, mate -- he hasn’t seen anyone since everything unraveled with the last one. It’s been almost two years. Reckon this is good for him — for me, too.”

“Wish it was that easy for me to pick someone up, bloody hell.”

With his heart pounding unnaturally against his ribcage, Fred slid next to you and too began to pour himself a drink, glad to have gotten rid of that beer that Charlie was now undoubtedly guzzling. He opened his mouth to speak, but much to his surprise, you spoke first.

“Ahh -- a whiskey man, are you?”

He was taken aback at the sultry sound of your voice; maybe it was because the music was pounding in his ears, or the fact that you were this foreign person he desperately found himself wanting to know, and very quickly. He looked down at his drink, and then up at you. You were already sipping yours. “That a bad thing?”

“Not necessarily -- though I haven’t decided yet.”

The slight eyebrow raise you gave him made his insides twist. It was too early in the night for nerves. He swallowed them down as he took a swig of his very strong drink. “Haven’t decided, hm?”

You turned to him and then around to face the rest of the party. You inched closer and crossed your arms over your chest, and nodded. “There are three different types of men here tonight, you see. Those, over there,” you pointed with your pinky finger to a bunch of very frat-like men sipping lazily on their beers or glasses of wine, “they’ve come looking for something casual. Not so casual as far as one nighters go, but a fling. Something of the like. Those over on that end,” Fred followed your finger over to a very messy looking group of men who were dancing far too close with some women in the middle of the dance floor -- they looked like they all needed to get rooms. Separately. Merlin. “You know the type of night they’re looking for.”

Fred couldn’t help but snort a bit as he sipped casually.

“And then there’s you. Sipping your whiskey. Cute as ever.”

You turned back toward him and he raised an eyebrow. He was now feeling a bit self-conscious — he was both thrilled and equally embarrassed at being called “cute” by a woman as stunning as you, way out of his league and probably having quite a laugh yourself. He didn’t even know your name. What would you say next? You’d already deemed him the “third type of man” in the room, but the fact that he was a standalone, and not lumped in with another group, made him feel both overwhelmingly relieved, and also slightly terrified. But he tried to play it cool.

“What about me?”

You brought your hand to your hip and wet your lips, pondering this. A small smirk spread itself across your face, the fluorescent light flashing across your eyes. “I dunno yet,”

He liked that. He liked that you didn’t know anything about him. He liked that he didn’t have to be the bloke who made jokes to lighten the mood, the guy who loved messing with people, or the boy who got his heart broken by a girl who’d never really cared for him at all. He didn’t have to be any of those people. He could just be Fred.

“Haven’t decided, I reckon? Like the whiskey?”

You smiled; it was bad enough that Fred was losing his mind solely at the perfume you were wearing, and the fact that this conversation was going absolutely nothing like what he’d planned. Your eyes met his and your voice was soft when you leant in closer, “That’s what makes it so bloody dangerous.”

He didn’t know what the bloody hell you meant by that but he didn’t seem to mind, especially when you grabbed him by the shirt and led him to the dance floor again, slinging your arms around his neck and pulling him close to you as some slow song he’d never heard blared through the speakers in the corner.

“And to think — I was just going to come over here and see if I’d even be lucky enough to have a chat,”

You laughed at this, shutting your eyes whilst doing so, and Fred noticed something sparkly painted on your skin toward the edges of your eyes. “What can I say? You’ve intrigued me.”

Perhaps he could do this without any magic. Bloody difficult to not talk all about it, though.

Perhaps his vulnerability would subside, and he’d be able to talk and flirt and dance without thinking back on his own overwhelming heartache that had rendered him nearly useless the last few months.

But after a while, he stopped worrying. The music was so loud, your laughter so infectious, that he’d forgotten all about all those stupid jokes he’d wanted to make about his shop, about Hogwarts, about the magic he’d learned growing up. It wasn’t until you’d asked him to be in the moment with you that he’d truly remembered them.

“Just,” you’d started, tugging gently on the collar of his shirt and biting your bottom lip as another song played loudly, “just be here with me, okay?”

Fred wondered, as glassiness seemed to fill your eyes through a grin at him, if you, too, were in need of this night out.

Maybe you were nursing some kind of heartbreak, too.

Maybe you were also trying to find some type of normal.

It was in your tone — in the way your voice trembled slightly when you’d said be here with me. He didn’t think you were looking for something like a fling, like those guys you’d pointed at before. And he definitely knew that you weren’t looking for one night and one night only, like those sloppy people he’d kept trying to avoid on the dance floor. Maybe, like you’d said, you just needed him to be here. In the moment. Just the two of you, shoes heavy against the hardwood floor, eyes sparkling underneath the lights.

He realized, when he peered down at you and felt some type of warmth for the first time since his own heart was crushed in its vulnerability, that he just needed you to be here with him, too.

So when you leant forward slowly, trying to read his expression, to see if it was okay to do what you wanted to do, he leant in too, pressing his lips gently to yours in a spark of electricity for the first time in Merlin only knows how long.

And what he tasted on your lips sent him spiraling.

When you pulled apart, he raised an eyebrow and smirked at you. “What?” You asked nervously, biting down on the bottom lip, desperately trying to hide the smirk that was growing on your face.

“A whiskey girl, eh?”

You shrugged casually, as if it meant nothing. But you both knew it meant everything. It was just strange, he thought — your first interaction just hours ago, the conversation you’d held, and how you were here, now, entangled together. You wiggled your eyebrows at him — and he was surprised that he found it both innocent and incredibly alluring. “Told you it’s dangerous.”

You sipped the very last of your drink before tossing your cup into the waste bin. Fred reckoned he could stay here all night, forgetting about all of the things that kept him up at night, the things that had been making him so bloody prone to unpleasantness for such a long time. He wanted to laugh again. He wanted to smile again. He wanted to love again.

When you cocked your head to the side and smiled softly at him, beginning to mouth the words to the music, he reckoned he might just be able too.

Then you tugged on both of his hands, placed them delicately across your waist as you locked your arms around his neck again, you said over the booming of the next stupid song you’d undoubtedly sing every word too,

“Just dance with me, Freddie.”

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