#maybe it was always in the cards that he was to be ‘twink to be obliterated’ of the century

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Whatever Man and Whatever Sword

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#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #season 1 #wei wuxian #lan wangji #jiang cheng #lwj gets so fired up about wwx disrespecting his swords name #I suppose its like taking the lord’s name in vain. It being a ‘spiritual sword’ and all #god you knnow that if wwx continued as a cultivator he would have pissed off people for his laisser-faire attitude #maybe it was always in the cards that he was to be ‘twink to be obliterated’ of the century #maybe if he took things seriously he would notice he’s about to be dragged underwater! #of all the scenes I cut/could have done a comic on #the subian name bit in the audio drama was 1) very funny to me and 2) it does have some significance later on #i sure do oscilate wildly between thinking about plot vs thinking about parody #ah well; this one was fun to draw. Hands are still kicking my ass #maybe because i’m drawing them so small? but even in my larger drawing practice im still deep in the wonk zone #poorly drawn hands of mdzs it what they’ll call me

[heartbreakgrill]

stiles stilinksi: breakable heaven; pt. 1, “fever dream high in the quiet of the night, you know that i caught it.”

description: situationship x stiles stilinksi?? fuck yeah. this part is really long and honestly is just setting the story up, so just expect tension, pining, and silliness. part two soon! enjoy xo

OTHER STORY PARTS linked here.

“someone needs to sex me right now!”

danny slams his locker shut, fed up with stiles’ griping and groaning about his lack of sexual experiences. he knows he should just mind his business, but part of him felt bad for stiles. he wasn't an ugly guy. loud, annoying, and dramatic? yes. but, nonethless, danny knew what it was like to feel unwanted, ugly. stiles deserved to experience that validation. besides, maybe getting laid would chill him out a bit.

“okay,” danny leanes against his locker, annoyance and exasperation in his tone.

stiles turns towards him around, curious, “really?”

danny examines stiles’ eager response, and realizes the younger boy thinks they’ve just made a sex pact. danny cringes, “ew, absolutely not. you are not my type.”

stiles falters, eyes falling from danny's. “aw. okay.”

danny furrows his brows. stiles was...so very unique. he almost drops the subject. but, then, as stiles goes to turn back towards scott, danny sighs, garnering his attention again. “i do have a friend.”

stiles perks up again, the light glinting up his brown, mischievous eyes. “oh? a friend? a girl space friend? not some little twink, right? you mean, like, a female woman?”

danny nods with a slight roll of his eyes. “yes, dumbass, a girl space friend. my friend got her heart broke over the summer, so she’s not looking for anything serious. she just wants to hang. and, i think she’d be into you.”

stiles grabs scott by the shoulders and shakes his friend around like they have just won the state championship. scott is thrown off balance, and grabs at the lockers beside him for support. danny pats stiles’ shoulders as he passes by.

“i’ll send your her number," is his closing statement. it seals the deal for stiles.

he breaks out into a dance, shaking his fists in the air, wiggling his little hips. “i’m gonna get laid,” he sings out with his eyes squeezed shut from the width of his grin. “i’m gonna have seeeeeeex!”

scott, balanced on his feet now, shifts his backpack between shoulders. “stiles?” he calls out, intruding his friend’s celebration.

stiles cannot hear him. so, scott grabs stiles by the shoulders, facing him with seriousness in his tone. “stiles!”

scott has always been supportive of any opportunity for stiles to lose his v-card. although, this time, it seems his friend is only obsessing over the idea of not being murdered, rather than actually losing his virginity. anyways, scott had always thought it would happen with someone stiles cared about, like lydia, or another girl he would develop a relationship with. not some one night stand. not something this casual. he wants to express his concern, knowing his friend is vulnerable and easily tainted.

stiles is shocked by scott's loud voice, taken out of his trance involuntarily. “what?!”

the bell rings. scott, a newfound academia, begins to pull stiles along with him through the hallway, so they’re not late to chemistry. he wraps his arm around stiles’ shoulder, “do you seriously think that you-“ he pokes his chest, “stiles stilinksi, can just chill with a girl?”

stiles winces at scott’s finger and rubs his chest after it retracts. “first of all- ouch!” he groans, “second of all, yes! i think i can just chill.”

he puffs his chest, straightens his jacket dramatically. all mannerisms he exhibits within this second after his proclamation guarantee that he, stiles stilinksi, can not, in fact, just chill.

stiles brushes past scott, leading the way into chemistry class. scott watches from the door as his friend slides into his seat, dumping his backpack on the floor, flicking his head at lydia across the room. she purses her lips and looks away. stiles slouches in his seat. scott didn’t need a werewolves intuition to see so plainly that stiles would get his heart broken.

Danny: hey stiles. here's y/n's number. don't hurt her or i stg ill beat ur ass. enjoy ;)

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"danny, why the fuck are you selling me off like some pimp?"

danny flinches at the sound of her voice, looking up from his phone with a wary expression. he didn't exactly get his friend's permission to give away her phone number. but, at this point, he didn't really care. he loved her, but the poor girl needed dick more than a camel in the desert needed water. she kept claiming she'd have a hot girl summer- which turned into get augusted by some stupid college boy. and, the fall was already starting. he knew she wouldn't make it through senior year without human touch. she was starting to shrivel away into nothingness.

danny, leaned up against his locker, rolled his eyes as y/n came to a halt in front of him. "girl, be for real."

she crossed her arms, "you be for real, bitch! i did not ask for some junior boy to be stinking up my line with his horny ass!" y/n waved her phone in front of his face.

danny grabbed the device from her and read aloud the text stiles had sent her. "hey, there! this is stiles stilinski. you probably don't know me, but we have a mutual friend, danny. gay danny, not republican, sophomore danny. anyways, gay danny told me you were dtf? we should totally hook up sometime! let me know, and we can chill or something!"

"oh, my god," y/n smashed her face into her hands, redder than the stripes on danny's t-shirt. "who the fuck texts like that? that is so- oh, my god. i'm gonna block him."

danny quickly shut down the idea, "no, no, no! i know this message makes him seem like a literal incel. but stiles is cute! he's kinda sweet. i mean, ive known him since he was on the jv team four years ago. he's kinda awkward and a little weird, but i think you'd like him."

she looked at her friend with a cringed expression. "i trust and love you so much. but this...this text message is a giant red flag."

"okay, valid," danny pointed, handing her back her phone. "man, i was really hoping this would work out. listen...why don't you at least meet him? come to the lacrosse game tonight. i'll introduce you guys afterwards. maybe i'll organize a little post-game outing to the diner or something."

y/n shrugs throughout danny's idea. but, she eventually relaxes her shoulders, and becomes a little more willing. "i mean...i guess. but, do not leave me alone with him! please! i do not want to end up on dateline."

"girl, please, he couldn't harm a fly. he's got arms the size of spaghetti noodles."

y/n giggled at danny's description. "i keep trying to picture him in my mind, but i just can't. do you have a pic?"

"he was in our english class last year, but he had a buzz cut then-"

"red flag."

"shut up," danny shoved her arm. "here," he whips out his phone and finds stiles' instagram. there's a bunch of pictures of his jeep, and y/n doesn't hesitate to point out how this, too, is a red flag. to which danny replies, "the color of anything doesn't matter when y'all are fucking."

danny finally swipes enough on stiles' recent post to find one of him and scott, at an amusement park or something a few weeks ago. they have their arms around each other's shoulders and are both throwing up peace signs. y/n sees scott first and recognizes him, "he's the co-captain, right? he glew up, for real."

danny nods in agreement, "yeah, but this one's stiles."

he zooms in with his thumb and pointer finger. stiles grin and his sweet brown eyes catches y/n's gaze. she smiles at the sight, "aw, okay. yeah, he's adorable. i'll meet him."

y/n and danny are unaware, but scott and stiles are at the end of the hallway, whooping and hollering at the plans they haven't even been made directly aware of. scott is still feeling wary for his friend, but stiles can't think of anything at all when he lays his eyes on her.

sure, the thoughts he's having are impure, like how she'd look naked, under him, with her lips plump and ripe from his teeth. but, he's also thinking about how beautiful she is.

nothing about this situation was going to end up casual. in fact, it would probably end in flames.

—

y/n attended lacrosse games every once and a while, in support of her cousin, issac, and danny. she normally had to work, but she managed to get her coworker to switch shifts with her. she wasn’t a sports kinda gal, but it was fun to be an active teenager every once a while. danny let her borrow his away jersey, and she wore that over a long sleeves shirt. it was three sizes too big, but it helped her stay warm, considering it was freezing outside.

y/n went with three other’s in their loose friend group: megan and leo, the longterm straight couple, and jack. they found seats towards the back, and huddled in with the rest of the crowd. y/n caught danny’s gaze from the bench. he was adjusting his gloves, and y/n waved crazily when she saw him.

danny waved back, wide grin on his face. he glanced around the bench, in search of something or someone. then, he perked up at the sight of another player. he glanced back at y/n, and pointed at the boy.

“stiles,” danny mouthed.

y/n stood up, and followed danny’s line of sight. sure enough, stiles was standing in front of the bench, a few people down from danny. he was talking quickly, throwing his hands about like a madman. she recognized scott sitting to the left of him, half-listening to his friend. then, scott seemed to feel her gaze on the two of them. he grabbed at stiles arms, telling him something. stiles quickly looked towards danny, who glanced back at y/n.

stiles followed danny’s turn of head, and met her eyes. her hand, still raised from saying hello to danny, waved towards stiles. he blushed, a deep red color, and smiled this dopey, puppy dog grin. he moved about himself, unsure of what to do. somehow, he stepped on his helmet, and fell to the ground.

scott looked back at y/n, squeezed his eyes shut in utter disappointment at his friend, and hung his head low. he leaned down, grabbed stiles by the collar, and landed the boy back on his feet. y/n met danny’s eyes, pressed her lips together so she wouldn’t burst out giggling. danny covered his mouth, and his shoulders shook with laughter.

stiles quickly sat himself down, avoiding y/n’s gaze. he was embarrassed, and sure she was making a cringed face at him. but, he didn’t know that she was grinning as she sat. her eyes were glinting.

the game started shortly after, and it ended almost as quickly as it had begun. it was close, and the wolves almost lost. but, luckily, the boys managed to even out the score, and dug the other team a shallow grave.

y/n found herself cheering for her school’s team throughout the game. she quickly learned stiles number, and watched him, along with danny, dart around the field. he was pretty good, though he was tiny. he was taller than average, and that gave him some advantage against other players. plus, being skinny made him fast. he had made a few scores, and y/n whooped and hollered in response.

meanwhile, stiles found himself looking towards her seat throughout the game. she had a really infectious smile, and, damn, she was loud. at times, he could hear her voice over everybody else.

after the game, the crowd dispersed, and the team lingered on the field to not only hear coaches closing speech, but to celebrate with friends and family members. y/n, jack, leo, and megan climbed down the bleachers and crowded towards danny. his family hadn’t made it that evening.

y/n found herself nervous to formally meet stiles. she had replied to his text message earlier, informing him of danny’s idea for them to meet. she didn’t address the half of his message that was weird and kind of cryptic. she didn’t really want to think of that big ick.

anyways, seeing him in real life, in his cute little lacrosse uniform, polished his reputation up just a bit. danny was right, it didn’t really matter what his personality was like if they were just gonna fuck. but, y/n still wanted him to be a decent person. they’d have to hang out just a little bit. and she’d rather not have to sit through his apparent need to rant frequently if those rambles were about stupid, gross things.

danny saw his friends and his face lit up. he jogged the small distance to y/n, who pumped her fists in the air with excitement. danny embraced her tightly, lifting her off her feet.

“good job, dan!” she cheered in his ear, squeezing him around his shoulders. up in the air, y/n spotted stiles a little ways behind them. he was chatting with scott, an older woman, and the sheriff. he caught her gaze and stumbled over his words. he raised his hand in a short wave. y/n simply smiled in response before squeezing her eyes shut and leaning her chin into danny’s neck. he set her back on her feet. then, he celebrated with their other friends, too.

megan and leo left right after greeting danny because she had to work in the morning. but, jack hung around with them. he and y/n didn’t speak much. they just hung out with the same group of people. and, hanging out usually just meant getting high in danny’s basement or going on group dates to the movies.

“dude, that was a sick game!”

y/n tried to pretend like she knew what jack and danny were talking about, or that she was even remotely interested in the topic of conversation. she tried to strain her gaze over danny’s shoulder without seeming obvious. stiles was cute. like, super cute.

the conversation continued for a few seconds before someone interrupted it.

scott wrapped his arm around danny’s shoulder, squeezing the older boy into his side. scott was weirdly strong. then, stiles appeared at danny’s other shoulder. his cheeks were flush red, from both the game, and the pretty girl standing in front of him, who he was supposed to have sex with. he tried to seem nonchalant, cool. but he was sweating, from both of the same causes, again. y/n tried not to act like it was affecting her, the way his brown hair swooped down over his forehead due to the sweat. she tried to, also, not stare at his puffy lips as he spoke, swollen from chewing on them during the game. he was incredibly passionate about everything. especially teasing danny.

“aye, danny boy, good job out there tonight!” stiles ruffled danny’s hair.

the older boy knocked stiles’ shoulder with his own. “watch it, stilinksi.”

y/n, a pretty confident, witty person, interjected the conversation, “since when is it danny boy? i thought it was gay danny?”

stiles, who had been trying to play it cool, sucked both of his lips between his teeth. “oh, that’s funny, actually- you know, i- that’s crazy-“ his voice cracked. he wouldn’t meet her eyes.

y/n giggled, “i’m kidding. gay danny is hilarious.”

danny grinned between his two friends. “i think it’s rather hilarious, too.” he moved out from beneath stiles and scott’s arms. “don’t you, stiles? hey, let me know if you’re dtf?”

danny stood beside y/n, who hit him with her hand. scott, who was a little out of the loop, dropped his jaw. “oh, stiles,” he groaned, head falling back, “dude, please do not tell me you said that!”

he looked towards his best friend, who placed his hand on his hip, and glared at the turf. “you know…words are-“

“dude!” scott shoved stiles shoulders. “you’re a fucking idiot!”

stiles faltered on his feet, using his lacrosse stick to balance himself. “okay, i don’t want to hear it from you! please tell me the last charming thing you said to a girl?!”

y/n intruded again, “how about, hello, how are you? nice to meet you, my name is stiles?”

stiles finally met y/n’s eyes. she looked anticipatory, brows raised slightly, teeth over her bottom lip. he licked his own, dry lips, falling over his words. this never really happened. he always had something to say. and now, he was speechless.

their gaze didn’t falter for a few moments, as y/n waited for the boy to say something. he didnt, so she stuck out her hand, “hello, how are you? my names y/n, nice to meet you!”

stiles stared at her hand, her pretty hand, just hanging there in the space between them. scott hit him over the back of the head with his lacrosse stick. stiles tripped over his feet. he balanced himself out and finally shook her hand.

“nice to meet you,” he nodded. “i’m stiles.”

“is that short for anything?” y/n asked, stepping closer. danny and scott busied themselves to the side with jack, trying to give the two potential lovebirds a moment alone.

stiles moved a little closer, too, until there was only a foot or two between them. y/n was really good at maintaining eye contact, but that made stiles nervous. he glanced around her face, trying not to stare at her lips, or her nose, or her rounded cheeks.

“it’s short for Mieczyslaw,” stiles scratched the back of his head, embarrassed by his weird name.

“oh, no way! that’s my grandpas name!” y/n replied.

stiles perked up, “really? that’s- that’s cool.”

“it’s actually david,” y/n widened her eyes amusedly, “i thought it would be funny to say it was Mieczyslaw. but i don’t know how that’s funny. it’s just david. his names david.”

she laughed nervously. her gaze faltered from stiles. the corner of his lips quirked up. that was his kind of humor. he chuckled, somewhat dryly due to his nerves, and said, “it is funny. i liked it. it’s funny.”

“usually when someone has to say something’s funny, it’s not,” y/n crinkled her nose. her hands were crossed in front of her, fingers slick with nervous sweat. he was making her so nervous and shy. unusual.

stiles shrugged off the fact she had stated, “i don’t think so. i think it’s still funny.”

they shared a longer gaze, words absent from both of their minds. stiles rubbed his lips together and waited for his brain to formulate some kind of sentence. y/n smiled, slowly, okay with the silence.

“hey, guys,” danny intruded their moment, “we’re gonna go get changed, then head to my house, yeah? scott’s gonna invite allison. maybe lydia, but i doubt she’ll come.”

stiles and y/n looked to danny, sweet little smiles swallowing expressions. danny couldn’t help but grin. this had to be one of his best ideas, ever.

“okay, sounds good,” y/n nodded. she looked back to stiles, awaiting his answer.

he followed her lead, “yeah, yeah, awesome. we’ll meet you there?”

“well,” danny shook his head slightly, “i was gonna drive scott. and, then, jack, you know, plus if allison comes…my cars kinda full.”

“wha- scot-“ stiles looked towards his best friend, betrayed by scott’s willingness to ride with someone else. then, he met scott’s eyes, and understood the matchmaking game that was being played.

y/n glanced at stiles, who was nodding nervously. “yeah, okay. do you- would you wanna ride with me, y/n?”

“yeah,” she smiled, “i’ll ride with you.“

y/n, jack, and allison hung out outside the boys’ locker room while they showered and changed. y/n texted her mom to let her know she’d be getting home late. then, she shut her phone off and shoved it in her jeans pocket. allison met her eyes from the bench across the hallway.

“i feel like we’ve never hung out,” y/n smiled.

allison shrugged with a shy grin, “i don’t really hang out with many people. my family’s…weird.”

“it’s okay, mine, too,” y/n giggled. “we can trauma dump later, yeah?”

allison nodded, “i’d love that.”

“so, are you and scott together?” y/n wriggled her brows suggestively.

allison blushed, pulling her gaze to her hands in her lap. she fidgeted with her fingers. “uh, no, not anymore. we- uh, just, it’s complicated.”

“ah, i see,” y/n narrowed her eyes playfully.

allison looked back up to the girl and furrowed her brows, “what about you? i thought you were seeing sam? sam collins? i saw you guys together over the summer.”

y/n shifted in her seat, her throat tightening at the thought of sam collins. “yeah, we- were? i guess. i don’t know, it was a whole situation. i’ll tell you all about later when we do that trauma dumping.”

allison offered a supportive smile, “sounds like a deal.”

scott, stiles, and danny piled out of the locker room doors, backpacks and lacrosse bags slung over their shoulders. they barely made it through the frame.

danny rounded up his carload, quickly leaving y/n and stiles in the dust so they were forced to be alone. he had texted her before showering, ensuring she felt safe and comfortable with the idea they had entrapped her and stiles in. in response, she had said, “he’s CUTE!”

y/n stood from the bench, sighing slightly. “looks like we’re stuck together.”

stiles, who had gotten a pep talk from scott, was a little calmer. he waved his arm out in front of himself, “ah, can’t be the worst thing. lead the way.”

y/n grinned up at him. standing this close to him, in this small space, she noticed two things. one- he smelled really fucking good. and, two, he was so fucking tall.

y/n walked out in front of him. she crossed her arms in front of herself again, a nervous habit. once they walked out of the school, their steps fell into rhythm beside each other. stiles wanted to make conversation, and y/n did, too. but the anticipation, the hesitance, the nerves. it all took up too much space.

once they reached stiles’ blue jeep, he opened the door for her, which was slightly shocking. he tossed his bag in the back before joining her in the front. y/n found words as the car started and music playing, a little louder than normal, from the speakers. stiles turned it down, cursing and apologizing.

“what kind of music do you listen to?” y/n turned in her seat, so her knees were facing him. she placed her elbow on the arm rest, chin balanced atop her fist. stiles glanced at her, and his words stumbled.

she was pretty.

“oh, you know. your basic stuff. the 1975. backseat lovers. noah kahan. wallows,” stiles listed off a few.

“hm,” y/n replied. “alright, i can get behind that.”

stiles chuckled, “oh, yeah? what about you? you seem like a music snob.”

y/n scoffed, “absolutely not. i listen to everything and anything. even country. love taylor swift, phoebe bridgers, one direction, chappell roan.”

“i have heard of two of those artists,” stiles furrowed his brows. “literally who is chapel ro-han ?”

y/n rolled her eyes, “roan! here, give me your phone. i’ll play something by her.”

“no, wait, play some taylor,” stiles dug his phone out and handed it to y/n. “i respect swifties.”

“i feel like you’d be a swiftie,” y/n murmured as she scrolled through spotify. green flag, even though the 1975 was a blaring red one.

y/n, feeling slightly risky, played one of taylor’s more promiscuous songs- dress.

“i would be a swiftie, but i think my masculinity gets in the way,” stiles shrugged. he turned up the music a little bit. “i’ve never heard this one.”

“probably,” y/n giggled at his comment. “this is dress. it’s off the reputation album.”

“what’s your favorite album of hers?”

conversation came so naturally. y/n felt comfortable.

“oh, god, don’t ask me that,” y/n groaned. she rested stiles’ phone on her knee. “probably…reputation, to be honest. it’s some of her best work. but, lover is definitely second.”

“is that one a bunch of love songs, i take it?” stiles was really good at asking questions.

y/n shook her head, “it’s actually a bunch of heartbreak songs. people get confused because of the title. reputation has more love songs.”

“like this one?” stiles seemed to notice some of the lyrics.

y/n pursed her lips, “maybe. this one’s more of a fuck song than a love song.”

“ah, yes, there is a distinct difference.”

“oh, for sure.”

they shared a hearty laugh. stiles continued to ask questions, seemingly very interested in not only taylor swift, but y/n herself. she enjoyed his willingness to make conversation.

they made it to danny’s after two more songs. they pulled in right behind danny’s car, and watched the group pile out of his car. as stiles shut off the jeep, y/n reached for her door handle.

“wait-“ stiles jumped out of the car, and quickly rounded to her side. he opened the door, and offered her his hand.

y/n furrowed her brows. she’d seen a lot of boys do a lot to get laid. but, stiles was taking it to the extreme. stiles noticed her faltered look and motioned her with his outstretched hand.

“if we’re gonna fuck, i’m not gonna act like a dick. you deserve some basic human decency.”

literally bare fucking minimum- don’t worry, ladies, y/n is aware. but, god that melted her heart. his sweet brown eyes offered up the nicest smile.

she placed her hand in his and carefully stepped out of the jeep. it was a little higher off the ground than she was used to.

stiles shut the door behind her. he fell into step beside y/n as they walked into danny’s house. danny led the group to his basement, which was also his room. shockingly, it smelled a little bit like weed, and was dimly lit by led lights and lamps scattered across the room. his bed was against the farthest wall, and he had a common area surrounding a television right off the landing.

y/n plopped onto the first couch, and she patted the spot beside her for stiles. he followed suit, and yelped as he noticed how broken in the piece of furniture was. his shoulder squished into y/n’s, along with his hip, as he was tilted by the couch. she giggled at his clumsiness, steadying him with a hand on his knee.

stiles went red hot under her touch. it was warm, through the thin material of his sweatpants. and she didn’t take it away. no, y/n, confident in her advances, left her hand on his knee. stiles took that in stride, and swung his arm around the back of the couch, fingers inches away from her shoulders. she smelled sweet, like some fruity, beachy perfume.

scott and allison sat on the couch to their left, and jack found his usual spot on the oversized chair. danny was busying himself at the television console, flicking on netflix. he put on some random movie for background noise, and then proceeded to pass around his dab pen. jack took a couple hits, surprisingly, allison did as well. scott was shocked by the latter fact, and even more surprised when she told him she took edibles sometimes for her nerves.

stiles politely refused the weed, but y/n gratefully took a few hits. it loosened her shoulders almost immediately and made her flirtations a million times more present.

she curled her legs up beneath her on the couch, her knees landing in stiles lap. he shifted his legs beneath her, clearing his throat nervously. if someone had told him, this morning, that he’d be losing his virginity so soon- oh, god.

y/n started up a conversation that was separate from the groups. they started up a game of mario kart, while y/n was asking stiles about his favorite movies. it was hard to think with her warm breath fanning across his cheek, down his neck. and, then, she was toying with the string on his hoodie, staring up at him through her pretty lashes. her pupils were dilated from being high, and she was giggly.

stiles was beyond happy.

especially when she demanded she show him something in the other room.

“you said you like tabletop games, right? danny’s brother runs tournaments with his friends. cmon, i’ll show you!” y/n stood up, offering stiles her hand.

he didn’t hesitant to lace his fingers with hers. she drug him along behind her, quickly bee-lining for the other room in the basement. y/n flicked on a light switch, but all it really did was turn on more lamps and the string of leds across the ceiling. yes, stiles was incredibly interested by the shelves of books, knick-knacks, and the large gaming table in the center of the room.

but he didn’t really care about any of that.

because she was holding his hand, rambling about danny’s younger brother, and holding his hand. stiles just listened to her describe luke, how he was like a younger brother.

then, she noticed stiles was just staring at her. her words faltered and she trailed off. “what? am i boring you?”

“no, no, never,” stiles stepped closer, and squeezed her hand to encourage her. “i’m just…you’re really pretty. and you’re holding my hand. and i’m thinking about fucking stupid my text was, from earlier? i’m a dumb ass.”

“stiles,” y/n rolled her eyes, “you’re a really cute dumb ass. don’t worry about the text. to answer your question, though, yes.”

“yes, what?” stiles thought he knew what she meant, but he was unsure. he wanted to hear her say it.

“yes, i’m down to fuck you.”

oh, god. his knees went weak.

y/n grabbed his other hand, tugging him towards her slightly. something in her demeanor, her expression, changed. her look was darker, pointed, intentional. stiles found some courage and slid his hand up her wrist, up her forearm, over her bicep, and around the back of her neck. he brushed her hair away. as they moved closer, she leaned her head back to meet his eyes, and her head fell into his hand.

she grinned up at him, and the look made him chuckle dryly. “what?” she asked, insecurities drawing out despite her pointed confidence.

“just…so pretty,” stiles replied. using his other hand, stiles brushed the hair from her cheek, and cupped his palm around the curve of her face.

slowly, but surely, they kissed.

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[cursedzucchini]

Prompt/idea #6

Y'all what if when Danny's not feeling that good (is very injured/didn't eat anything/sleep deprived) he instead of fainting just... Turns into his 14 yo self.

That wasn't such a problem at the begginjng bc he was short king and well, he didn't change that much.

But now? When he's in college (basically always on the verge of fainting from exhaustion/hunger/dehydration/whatever unholy thing he consumed to stay awake and functioning) in Gotham? When he's 24, and yeah, maybe he didn't grow that much in height, but he lost the baby fat. His face didn't look so hopeful, and innocent and he gained quite few scars.

So yeah, changing into his 14yo self wasn't the greatest by itself. But add the trauma Danny has when looking at himself in the mirror, and overall being in the wrong body (thinking about what younger him didn't know, like u can add angst Abt canon stuff, like Vlad was a fucking creep, pariah dark, or add vivisection and Dani dying or whatever).

So Danny was being extra careful about taking care of himself (he thought, like a liar). And maybe that day he forgot breakfast, lost his pocket money, his card declined, he couldn't sleep because of reccuring nightmares and the only edible (that's questionable tho) thing in his bag was some somehow wrong ectoplasm he stole from some guy few weeks ago (and Danny needed to ask the him where tf did he manage to find such a disgusting ecto. Like not even his parents manage to fuck it up that badly).

So when on his way home, some fucking asshole jumped him, of course he was going to freak the fuck out.

...if knocking the guy out counts as freaking out. And showing some of his more ghostly features out (read show the asshole the indescribable horrors of balancing life and death for eternity and no time at all).

And that somehow tipped Danny over the top. So now he's sitting there, in his now way too big clothes next to the knocked out (hopefully) clown, drawing dumb pictures on his face, waiting for Jazz to pick him up and maybe help him dispose of the body.

(bonus points if the batfam saw this go down and are now so fucking confused how tf did some twink™ knocked out the fucking joker in one punch, and than transformed into a fuckibg child????? B, no, put the adoption papers down-!)

(bonus bonus points if 14 yo Danny looks exactly like 14yo Jason, and they (especially Jason) just see young Jason sitting next to dead? Joker w a crowbar, drawing dicks on his face)

(also the reason why Danny doesn't know who joker is, is bc every time someone started talking Abt joker or the clown he assumed he was something like batman, and wasn't interested in learning anything Abt anything clown themed)

#yknow arkham doesnt sound that bad #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #crossover #dcxdp #dp x dc writing prompt #danny fenton #dc #jason todd #yall this is such a fun idea #it hit me like a truck #i fucking love it lmao #batfam #yo imagien the trauma tho #liek seeing ur young self surviving what you died to #i think jason would have very strong reaction #probably positive like oh thank fuck i didnt hace to fijd his dead body #oh also the yuck ectoplasm was jasons #danny was tired and he felt weird ecto sending stressed signals #he thought it was just some poir shade #so he jsut...... #took it #jason was very confused #oh also i meant this like instead of when in great danger turning into core #danny turns into his 14 yo self #i imagine joker doesnt remember danny or what even happened but when he sees him (or feels him) he just goes #i feel like bats r in this trying to find danny really hard and he doesnt know #yet still manages to evade them #aight enough tags good bye thanks for reading

[quixtrix]

dolph was always meant to be doomed; something of an analysis

i'm on my third rewatch of captain laserhawk, and on this one i've been focusing more on the little details that you don't get on your first or even second time watching it. i've noticed little things, such as pey'j helping and then going on to shield a hybrid who's dressed similarly to jade in the third episode. but i've also noticed bigger things, such as alex and dolph.

keep in mind that this show is just filled to the brim with political messaging, it was purposefully designed that way. so when someone mentioned on here that alex was an accelerationist, it explained a lot. we don't know much about alex in terms of his backstory, we only know he helped dolph after dolph attempted to mug him and they ended up falling in love. it's also implied that alex and dolph have been repeatedly reported on the news as terrorists more than we've seen, with rayman referring to them as being the usual suspects when the kaiju attack happened, despite dolph literally not even being there when alex did that shit. they're known to do this shit, and we know alex is a charismatic guy. it's not too far fetched to say once or while dolph was falling in love with this gayass white saviour saint that alex talked him into this shit for alex's own purposes. because yes, he has a cause, but he's also a bit in over his head, maybe with power. he's aware of the power he has over dolph, how he actively uses the 'i love you' card multiple times when they're together and when they're not together. he just had a bit too much confidence in his hold over dolph, but to be fair, alex, you were topping some indulgent mob boss for your cause (because let's be honest of course your sources would be tight if they were being fucked for it) then continued fucking said mob boss and got caught with your dick out by your ex who you think you can get back with. alex uses people as tools, he just doesn't put his shit in the right places at the right times.

i'm getting off track, but the point i'm getting to is that alex most definitely saw dolph, a man who clearly has some jacked up eden tech smacked onto his twink ass, at his lowest, and picked him up like a shiny new toy. he was always going to use dolph. but how come dolph is so easy to use? he's starved for kindness. he's the stray dog that comes up to you at restaurants to act all nonchalant because 95% of the time he gets neglected, but the second he gets offered scraps, he shows how hungry he is. we don't know much about his childhood, and what we do know is under the lenses of literal eden propaganda. we do however know how people get like underneath the hand of eden.

everyone say thanks to rayman, who concidentally, is dolph's foil. both of them worked under eden as their lap dogs, one as a propagandist and the other as military, but dolph had gotten out of the hold the propaganda had on him while rayman's barely shaking it off. both of them are also portrayed as poor little tragic immigrants and the impoverished stand ins both in universe and story wise. they're the feel good picking yourself up american dream stories that people can feel inspired by or feel proud about the country with. dolph had a photo with a kid holding a doll of him. before he became ex military, he was definitely the guy they paraded around as a previous lost cause that eden helped. red, who's as political as his assigned colour, bitches about identity politics in that one off line for a reason. he also jus hates brown people fr he kicked me down a flight of stairs

now we can assume that dolph had picked himself up out of the propaganda machine somehow. he realised he was used and he didn't want that shit. he's attempting to get himself his own life, for fucks sake. he jus happened to get lead on by the wrong guy, which then lead him to get used by eden AGAIN. this time not only in a physical way via soldier work, but emotionally too, with sarah easily manipulating him with what? a sob story and helping him out, maybe being friendly with him along the way.

he wants a normal life. he wants a goddamn normal life. he jus continues to be selected as a tool.

you can see how fucking starved he is for kindness. you ever think about the fact that in his dream life, he sees jade and pey'j? he knew these people for less than a week, yet they get a place in his dream life. most notably, jade gets a speaking role in his dream life. the only other person who speaks, besides marcus, is alex, someone who had known him and shown kindness to him. jade has also shown kindness to dolph. she's the friendliest face there in the ghosts, being the first one to check on dolph when he wakes up, offers an explanation to him, and also makes an effort to include him in her little shenanigans with the video and all!! dolph was all emo alpha wolf and all, but despite his constant cold shoulder, she was kind!!

there was someone who was more than kind though; bullfrog. because bullfrog actively looked out for dolph, despite his constant pushback against bullfrogs advice whenever they weren't separated. and in the end, it's bullfrogs kindness and compassion that hits dolph the deepest. dolph gets out of his depressive state to go back for bullfrog. he cares about people, he goes out of his way to do shit for the people who show him the slightest bit of kindness. he backed up sarah after one good conversation with her to marcus for fucks sake. dolph is just a guy who keeps getting used though. he's so loyal to anyone who looks his way that it's a fatal flaw that ends up with his head blown up. he's a shakespearean tragedy at the moment. i hope in the potential season 2 that he gets to have more moments where he gets to be his own person. not defined by an organisation or a person or a cause, but what he chooses to define himself by. he's on his way there. he jus deserves to be allowed to live for himself. after all, he has already met his end of that story. he can make a new one.

anyways if u reached the end of this im down to discuss this :D i also did get a few points from other people on here, but let me know what u think nd all

#SORRY THIS WAS A RANT #A LOT OF YAPPING #i jus have a lot of thoughts about dolph #i adore him #he deserves so much #and i hate how he gets overlooked IN HIS OWN SHOW #dolph laserhawk #captain laserhawk #rayman #character analysis #sorry guys very passionate abt my boyfriend #alex taylor #captain laserhawk bullfrog #captain laserhawk jade #pey'j

[choochooboss]

Submas sketchdump! Vol. 1

April-June 2022

Literally dumping all the presentable works as promised, whether I'm proud of them or not! This is where I started, even before the first thing I posted online (That subway station one). Many of these are not on Twitter yet so there's lots to see!

The top piece above the header is my very first digital Submas artwork!! I never finished it bc I didn't know how to pull my vision of as I wanted & started modeling the train and didn't finish that either, whoops! I really want to remake this later and make it super cool!

^^^ My reaction to breaking 500 likes & 100 followers in a single day with my first tweet (the battle subway one) all the way back in May!! I was completely floored by all the attention, oh how it skyrocketed my excitement and anxiety! Crazy times, I was so super nervous to be there with so many amazing artists and doubted if I could ever survive there ahahah!! Many had joined the community much much earlier than me, so I had arrived with a late train to PLA/neo Submas hype!

Next up is a bunch of stuff I haven't posted before:

One of my fav sketches! Been saving this for so long bc I really really want to finish this one day!

One of the first submas sketches with an actual story behind it! The subway bosses are running late for their flight because they didn't pass the safety check! The irony!! This would never happen as bosses are always on schedule. But Emmet hadn't noticed a wild Joltik hiding under his coat, so he set up the alarm and they got examined and interrogated of smuggling! How embarrassing for them! The bosses resolved the situation by catching the Joltik, but will they be able to catch their flight anymore?? Maybe if Elesa can distract the stuerts performing the safety protocol for a minute!

More sketchbook stuff...

In case you can't make any sense of it, Emmet's dreaming of different combinations of pokémon. Meanwhile Ingo snores louder than the train! HONK SHOO!

Top 7 every submas fan draws at some point!

Submas trademark posing

submas sleeping in a train

sad Emmet

Emmet with Joltik

Ingo with a cool solo pose

Emmet being chaotic & Ingo reacting to it

a bunch of mirrored submas poses

I sure have a full bingo card lmao, most of them you can see here XD

Next up is a sad man...

Stay strong our friends!

My typical sketchbook pages, crammed and messy as usual. x)

Post-PLA exploration:

A few examples of how my pencil sketches evolve.

I've done so much art experimenting with submas. I really like this black & white painting but I don't think I'll finish it anytime soon.

Where did you go?

The way I draw the twins' faces has changed a lot. They started with softer features and somewhat neutral emotions, because I wasn't as familiar with them or comfortable drawing them yet. Now there's hundreds of submas sketches, and they still keep evolving! My style is also kinda hard to pull off well, so their features differ from picture to picture.

This one was inspired by some submas music videos, can't recall their names anymore. The glowing eerie eyes and yellow&orange + black&white color schemes were neat!

I keep telling myself I need to draw more butlers, these twinks look so lean and neat and have more color and are posh with their monocles and have fun tailcoats!

(...why eyeglasses are not called binocles??)

I was there for the vinegar chaos. Good times!

That's all for now, I hope you got something fun out of this! Still got loads more art to share but I'll save them for another time. Next round I'll bring in my first submas comic!

#submas #sbms #submas ingo #submas emmet #pokemon ingo #pokemon emmet #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #ingo and emmet #sketch dump #chandelure #archeops #sinistea #submas butlers #butler ingo #butler emmet #too many ideas #butlermas

[arialerendeair]

Happy birthday once again!!!

For lil' drabble ideas, consider this: Hob works at one of those topless/bikini kind of coffee shops (maybe a guy version, so the outfits are scantily short shorts and leather harnesses or maybe he's the token guy at a bikini one so he goes and takes orders from guys that make his coworkers feel unsafe or something)

Dream, who just got a new job and needs a new coffee shop that's on his commute, tries this one out on Desire's recommendation (he should have known, in hindsight.) He goes once (doesn't get Hob this time around) but the coffee is genuinely delicious. And cheaper than others around. So Dream comes back. And then he finally gets Hob and he knows, after seeing how the (bikini top/harness/nothing?) looks on his glorious pelt of chest hair and how warm and inviting his smile is, Dream knows he can't ever go elsewhere.

And if the other baristas notice the largest tips from the hot goth twink always go to Hob, they'll never tell. But they do always make sure Hob's there to take his order instead.

I think my favorite thing about this is that Dream is initially like, "Meh whatever, they have good coffee" and then Hob shows up and BAM.

And Hob is that guy who started doing this to make a couple of extra bucks at school, nothing meant to be long term, and certainly nothing meant to be serious. He doesn't mind the lycra shorts that almost have his asscheeks hanging out, nor the fact that he's got a little bit of love handles hanging over the waistband. Nor does he mind the top/harness thing they're supposed to wear It's kinky, of course, but it doesn't phase him in the slightest.

He spent his entire sophomore college year sleeping with anyone (guy, girl, or otherwise) who looked at him sideways so he knows that despite not being conventionally attractive to some he's wanted by his fair share of people Hob's the type who loves people, so fucking much, and having a job where he gets to cater to that love, and to give people a bit of a show in turn? Well, that's heaven if he ever saw it.

So he keeps the harness as his shoulders broaden and the shorts get a little bit tighter as he goes from scrawny college student to someone closer to their thirties than their twenties, and then someone in his thirties. Hob is well-aware that he has a specific clientele that comes in for him (determined to sit in his section, at least, when he's not working the register) - a handful of middle aged ladies who sport a permanent blush in the shop, a few younger boys who want something that he won't give them, and others who don't give a damn about the overall experience of the shop, they just want coffee.

(The people desperate for their coffee fix are Hob's favorites.)

Which is precisely how Hob meets the wraith of a man he starts calling his Stranger. The man, prior to his coffee, seems to have a permanent scowl etched on his face, but there's this LOOK he gets, after he takes his sip and tips his head back just a fraction that Hob... well. He's certainly not immune to it, and sometimes he's damn glad for the counter between them. It takes more than a dozen meetings where his Stranger just stares blearily at him as he dutifully recites his order, but then It happened.

It was June 7th. It was a Wednesday. It was moderately cloudy outside. Hob was tired. The waistband on his shorts was going, and the harness today was not sitting right no matter what he did. He tugged at it impatiently as he typed in his Stranger's order and heard a sharp, pointed intake of breath. When he looks up, his Stranger is staring at him, and the clear lust in his eyes is enough to have Hob ready to vault over the counter.

There's one beat, two, before his Stranger clears his throat and offers his credit card. Hob takes it and nearly drops it when his Stranger licks his bloody lips and then bites one, all without looking away from where the harness is digging into his skin more than it should be. Hob swipes the card, not wanting the moment to end, but he is at work, and well. The people who looked at him like this weren't ones he usually wanted to devour alive.

He hands the card back and their fingertips brush, and Hob prays he isn't imagining both of them shivering. There's a moment, both of them still staring, and fuck he's going to have to duck into the back room because these shorts really are TIGHT and don't leave anything to the imagination...

"Will..." His Stranger's voice is insanely deep on a good day, but now it sounds half strangled and Hob wants nothing more than to hear it when it's because the man has had his cock down his throat and... he really needed to not think that at work.

"Will you be here, later? I'd like..." His Stranger paused, considering. "To sit at a table in your section."

How the hell a relatively innocent question sounded precisely like a proposition, he had no idea, but his Stranger had managed it. Well-aware that his face was bright red, Hob manages to stammer out that yes, he will be working later, and his Stranger is welcome to one of the tables. He gets one more nod from his Stranger before the man is walking away and Hob knows he is staring at the not particularly substantial ass hungrily, because two of his coworkers make it a point to wolf whistle. Loudly.

Later, when his Stranger sits down with his computer and demands a bottomless cup of coffee, Hob wonders precisely what he is up to. It's only when he brings the check at the end of the night and his skin prickles over with the weight of the stare levelled at him, and his Stranger's hand settles over his as he puts the check down. Hob's heart is pounding as he watches his Stranger struggle for the words, starting and stopping several times over. Eventually, Hob has to save the man from himself, because he wants to climb him like a tree.

"If you're attempting to figure out how to proposition me, I get off work in thirty, I will keep my work uniform on under my clothes and we can go back to your place because I have a roommate and figure things out from there," Hob offered, cocking his hip as he leaned against the table. His forwardness pays off, because his Stranger's mouth drops open and his expression is RAVENOUS. Hob has never wanted to be devoured more.

A single nod is enough to have him grinning, bright and wide. He gives his Stranger a wink and runs his card, before going to clock out. If he made sure that his Stranger saw just how excited HE was as he walked away from the table, well.

No harm in making sure they were on the same page, after all!

#Aria Posts #Aria Answers #Dreamling #Birthday Prompts #kydrogendragon

[filled-with-fat]

Twink turned gainer🌭🌭🌭

My name is Oliver. I’m a graduate student at NYU, I study marketing. I’m a very skinny, 5ft9, twink, with light brown hair and deep blue eyes. I’ve started talking to this boy in my seminars, his name is Ryan, he only recently joined the course. He’s 6ft1, dark brown hair and deep brown eyes, slightly athletic build, as if he used to be a regular at the gym but then got lazy and preferred to spend his evenings infront of the tv rather than a dumbbell. I could tell he was gay from the moment he laid eyes on me. The first time I saw him, he gave me a relaxed, smug gaze, as if to say he was ‘interested’ in something but wasn’t quite sure yet. We started chatting more, outside of class. He gave me his number and asked me on a date. We hooked up, several times, his toned face would lean into mine as he bit my lower lip and run a hand into my pants. Soon, he was holding me, he told me how he wanted to order 10 pepperoni pizzas and pin me down as he force-fed them to me. He quickly realised he had gone too far, he shut up, I could tell he was thinking ‘why the fuck did I just say that, it’s too soon.’ I brought his hand back to my chest, I told him to go on with a caring gaze. He explained to me that he would love to feed me; ‘well, you know I think food is, erm, great, and I love men who appreciate food too, men who like the feeling of being so full they think they’re about to burst, men who idolise bigger bodies, yeh I think they’re quite hot.’ Looking back now, I realise Ryan was explaining to me that he was a feeder and he was looking for a feedee, but at the time I had no idea what any of these terms were, Ryan was too embarrassed to literally say ‘I’m obsessed with morbidly obese men and I want to make you one,’ and I was too ignorant to understand what he was really saying. Without understanding what being a gainer meant and the true extent of Ryan’s desires, I gladly let him bring food to me for breakfast lunch and dinner. I let him take me out on dinner dates 4x a week, I let him cook heavy calorific foods and stare at me across the table as I eagerly eat the food he had prepared. As I said earlier, I was very much a twink. I had a skinny build, and any inch of fat on my body was going to be very noticeable for me. My belly was full most days now, I knew it was what Ryan wanted for me and I simply thought food was his love language, I thought it was quite sweet actually. Then the full stomach stopped going down after meals, I noticed fat layers building up around my belly and forming rings on my legs. I had weight issues growing up and I wasn’t willing to become fat, even if Ryan wanted me to. But I loved my boyfriend, and even if I wasn’t in awe of being fat, I tho if ht maybe being slightly overweight would help with my weight issues. Ryan kept feeding me. He brought me cakes, sweets, pies and cream buns. He prepared the most filling dinners, and deserts with 7/8 full fat cream. I slowly ballooned out of my size S clothes, my butt swelled with cellulite, my belly grew flabby and pudgy, my belly button was replaced by an intersection of flab, a line where my fat stomach overlapped. Ryan loved to get a credit card and swipe it across my belly. That was always an erotic sensation hahah. My thighs thickened and deepened in width. My boyfriend decided to weigh me after being together 4 months. 320lbs. Fuck I thought, I remember saying I didn’t think it was good idea to keep eating like I was. He said nonsense. By this point, all my unhealthy weight issues I had struggled with went out of the window, yes my biggest fear had always been becoming what was right infront of me now, a overweight slob of a man, but at this point I had learned to love my curves, partly due to how much Ryan loved them, he would rub them, pinch them, grab them, stroke me and lick tease and squeeze my red-stretched moobs, but also because of how much easier it was, Ryan brought me everything, I barely had to leave the apartment, I even attended my lectures and seminars online.

I got fatter and fatter, I surpassed 400lbs then 500lbs, my fat belly overlapped itself twice and fell beneath my crotch, my fat pad equally was double the size and blocked out all of my penis and balls. My butt was twice the size of Ryans, my thighs were huge, permanently sealed together in a sea of thighs. Ryan had to move in so he could help me lift myself from the coach and bed, my cravings were intense, every second of every day i would need calories, I became obsessed with filling myself and gaining, getting fatter and fatter. I would have erotic dreams about outgrowing the bed or suffocating Ryan in my fat. He loved to hear them. He would press my belly and moobs down as he poured rich custard down my throat, I would gag and tell him to stop, He wouldn’t stop pouring, my hands tied behind my back to the bedpost so I couldn’t push him away. It felt so sexy. I had grown so obese, I was incapable of moving out of the bed, I had to have an oxygen machine to keep me alive. But I still wanted more, Ryan still wanted more, He told me of his obsession with me, he told me he couldn’t bare to be anywhere else than feeding me, it was what we did all day every day. He built me bigger fatter more morbidly obese. My belly swelled and developed, it’s pudginess outisized the bed, my ass cheeks pushed past the boundaries of my bed, my thighs were so heavy and fat they created cannon dents in my bed. I kept eating, Ryan kept feeding me. My dick was entrenched under a mountain of fat, first Ryan’s had to surpass a fat pad deeper than the Pacific Ocean to reach an overlap of thigh fat which he would have to part, then he would have to follow up my balls to a second fat pad, this time with a deep hole, vaguely inside being the head of my penis about 2 inches in, this would be as close as he could get, but still it was unbelievably erogenous. He would blow down the hole in teh fat pad, which would cause my penis to go into such an erect fit I would cum within seconds. I appreciated my fat body and Ryan idolised it.

#fat as fuck #fat #fat moobs #fat piggy #fat arms #fatboy #gay fatty #fat tummy #immobile #immobile feedee #death feederism #death feedist #too fat to move #gay gainer #big fatty #fatty #make me huge #huge butt #college jock #gay jock #too fat #fat thighs #fat kid #fat man #im obese #hot obese

[sahanaswrld]

"unattainable" j.h.s

self-indulgent minific (also posted on my group account! @multivrses )

summary: jake told himself that tonight would be a night dedicated to only him and his fellow pilots, but when you walk in, side-by-side with none other than bradley rooster bradshaw, he decides he needs to have you.

or where you are rooster's sister who catches jake hangman seresin's eye

pairing: Jake Hangman Seresin x Y/n Bradshaw

warnings: implied sex, cursing, not proofread

word count: 822

do not repost, translate, or copy my work without my permission.

it's not like Jake Seresin wanted to be known as a playboy, he just wanted to let off some steam with girls who may have thought it was going to lead into something... bigger, something... more permanent. Jake wasn't looking for that. so tonight, he decided no girls, just him and his fellow pilots. that was until he spotted a gorgeous woman walking into the Hard Deck with none other than his "rival" Bradley Rooster Bradshaw.

when Jake first laid his eyes on you, he had to do a quick double take. Bradley could pull? was his first thought, until he noticed the similarities between you two. your noses looked pretty similar, along with the few other things he could spot from this distance.

against his better judgement, he decided to go up to you guys, where you were being swarmed with the whole crew of aviators, Phoenix taking the lead and introducing you to everyone. once phoenix got around to him however, he took matters into his own hands.

"Hangman, darling." he said, holding out his hand with his cheeky (normally) pantie dropping smirk

you, however, looked him up and down, then looked at rooster with a raised eyebrow as if to say who is this guy

"ignore him Y/n, he always thinks he's the shit" phoenix said whilst rolling her eyes, which earned a few chuckles throughout the group

"Y/n, Brad's sister." you said while shaking his hand

before Hangman could say another word thought, you were whisked away by Phoenix taking you over to Penny to get some fresh drinks. hangman made his way back over to the pool table along with Coyote, Bob, Payback, and Fanboy.

you could feel his gaze burning into you even at the bar with your brother and your newest friend, Phoenix, who told you to call her Tash (short for Natasha) you couldn't lie though, he was attractive. though you promised yourself to never date a navy pilot because of the pain you had witnessed first hand from the death of your father, and the fear for your brother whenever he was called on missions, maybe it was okay to give this Hangman guy a shot.

after some ime, you found yourself waiting at the bar alone for your, now, fourth round of drinks for you and the pilots. Penny flashed you an apologetic smile and told yuo that she would be right to you right after she finished up with some other customers. you were twirling Bradley's credit card between your fingers until you felt a presence behind you,

"Did they leave you all alone darling?"

no doubt. it was Hangman. you twirled around coming face to face with his playful smirk

"Well, i guess i'm not alone anymore, hm?" oh he liked that. his smirk grew noticeably wider, this time reaching his twinking green eyes. they were truly captivating.

"I'm down to keep you company all night sweets" he said with a wink

you just rolled your eyes with that comment and turned around to Penny coming right towards you.

"What can i get you Y/n?" she said, giving a confused look as to why Hangman was standing so close. you just brused it off and gave your order, handing the credit card along with her.

Hangman waited with you until you got your drinks and walked back over to your little group with his arm slung around your shoulders.

as you approached the group, Tash gave you the same look that Penny did, that confused and quite concerned look. Rooster however, was more verbal.

"Hangman what the fuck are you doing with my sister."

"Well I was just-" you cut him off before he could anger Rooster

"He was waiting for the drinks with me Brad, he didn't pull any weird shit don't worry. He was actually pretty nice." you said while passing the round of drinks you got over to the aviators, the actions got a few quiet thanks. You could tell Bradley was about to speak again but you just shut him up with a look.

Tash guided Rooster and the others over to the piano, you knew Bradley was good and just loved to show off. surprisingly Hangman didn't join them, instead he walked over to the corner. you thought about going over with bradley, but decided against it. what's the worst thing that could happen witht his Hangman guy?

many things apparantly. how you found yourself tangled in his sheets, completely naked, with an equally naked Hangman lying next to you was a mystery. all you remembered was a few drinks with him, learning his name was Jake, and the drive over to his place. the rest was a blur but you could already figure out what you did.

as you sat up, Jake's eyes started to flutter. once his vision cleared all he said was:

"Shit, Rooster is gonna fuckin kill me."

#jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin fanfiction #hangman x you #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman fic #top gun maverick #top gun hangman #hangman fanfiction #hangman imagine #implied smut #fluff #top gun maverick fluff #top gun fluff #bradley bradshaw #rooster's sister #y/n bradshaw #top gun #hangman top gun

[taintingimagination]

Magnus Hammersmith • NSFW Alphabet

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Author's Note: I know I said I was posting Cock Munch (Dick Knubbler) after Nathan, but my ass hasn't finished it 💀 But, I did find a completed one for Magnus.

We're gonna ignore that this has been sitting in my notes app for a year.

A certain bloody twink that likes eating out of coffins is my next victim.

A = Aftercare: Magnus doesn't do much aftercare, but he'll stay behind and make sure you're okay. If you're lucky enough, he's not gone by tomorrow.

B = Body Part: Magnus has a fixation on your face - every aspect. He'll analyze your features and find unique compliments for them. On himself, well, he's too arrogant to admit that he doesn't really see himself as ideal.

C = Cum: It doesn't matter to him, seeing it anywhere on or in you is satisfying. His favorite place to come is on your chest.

D = Dirty Secret: After you've fallen asleep after sex, he'll start to overthink. "How did I end up with someone as beautiful as them?" and "How long will it take for them to leave?" kind of thoughts. He won't admit this to you because he's tired of hearing the same ole same ole "I'm not going to leave, I promise."

E = Experience: Fairly experienced. He didn't get as far with Dethklok to have groupies, but he has had a few hookups. However, you're the only experience that matters to him.

F = Favorite Position: Magnus likes having you close, so seating positions like rocking horse, or any other position full of contact like butterfly. He also doesn't mind taking you from behind.

G = Goofy: It's hard to believe he can be goofy outside of bed, let alone in the act. He wants to show you how much you mean to him. Yet, he may laugh and smile during the awkward moments.

H = Hair: Decently trimmed, it grows as wavy as his hair.

I = Intimacy: This man has abandonment issues and it shows. Through words and actions, he is very intimate with you and wants to engulf every moment he has with you.

J = Jack Off: Magnus seldom masturbates, that changed with you though. He'll jack off whenever you're gone for awhile and are unable to please him.

K = Kinks: Magnus is rather vanilla, but he does enjoy S&M. He is also a switch.

L = Location: Bedroom always, or anywhere isolated that he knows he can spend time with you.

M = Motivation: Being really intimate and your guys' alone time is motivating.

N = No: Anything that would make you uncomfortable or see him differently. He's not a fan of heavy BDSM.

O = Oral: Magnus is indifferent to giving and receiving oral.

P = Pace: Morerate pace, but he's also really gentle with you.

Q = Quickie: No need, mainly because he doesn't see the point in them.

R = Risk: Magnus would only experiment or make risks if he's sure it'll work out. He wants to be sure this is something the both of you want, and not something just said in the heat of the moment.

S = Stamina: Good. He can last a couple of rounds, but isn't a total sex deviant who can last the whole night.

T = Toys: Magnus used toys for himself for a little while.

U = Unfair: Magnus isn't too much of a tease, but that doesn't mean he won't.

V = Volume: Magnus isn't very loud, he'll groan quietly. Maybe he'll shout fuck every once in awhile.

W = Wild Card: Magnus enjoys it when you play and tug his hair, not by much, but his noises are cute.

X = Xray: Magnus is above average, just above eight inches. He's a little girthy too.

Y = Yearning: Magnus wants your presence and body very often.

Z = Zzz: Magnus takes awhile to fall asleep because his overthinking keeps him awake. With you, it finds it a little easier to.

#metalocalypse #oneshot #magnus hammersmith #mtl #metalocalypse smut #magnus hanmersmith x reader

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Lambert fiddled with the duvet beneath his palms, twisting and pinching the soft cotton as he tried to calm his heart and stop blinking so quickly. There was no reason he should be this fucking nervous, but it always happened before they tried something new.

Since he'd started dating Aiden, Lambert's sex life had gone from IUCN certified extinct and something he ignored to make himself feel less like an undesirable worm, to a mind-blowing rollercoaster that left him breathless and dazed at every turn. Aiden had helped pry Lambert's libido free from a fuckton of repression and fear-induced paralysis, leaving a whole wide world of kink and sex free to explore. As long as it was with Aiden, and the light was off, and Aiden wasn't wearing his glasses so everything was blurry anyway, and–

The list of "nah" was quite long. Maybe more than quite. Aiden was helping him tackle each one at a time, but it was like a game of wack a mole. No sooner had Lambert overcome one issue, another popped up or resurged. Some of it would never change, but other items were… negotiable.

This was just another step, but it felt more like a leap. Compared to other things they'd done, it was fucking nothing, but the self-disgust so deeply ingrained in Lambert's psyche hadn't allowed him to even entertain this before.

Aiden had seen Lambert squirm with arousal while watching porn together, getting wetter when someone received head than from anything else.

It was hot, alright? Watching someone's tongue work like that, the lucky guy writhing and shaking…

But that guy wasn't him. Wasn't Lambert. That guy was confident and smooth-skinned, with faded scars, a square jaw, and a good hairline. Lambert would never be that. His second puberty had skipped the floppy-haired twink stage and gone straight to mid-thirties blue collar with rapidly emerging cranial thumb print. Who would ever find him attractive? Well, Aiden, apparently.

Lambert trusted Aiden. Aiden wasn't a one night stand using him for some kinda fetish bingo card, or a drunken dickhead in a club, or a curious Grindr match, or any of the other skin-crawling encounters Lambert had endured since he'd built up enough self esteem to start dating. Aiden looked at, kissed and touched Lambert with genuine fucking affection and desire, so Lambert had said yes. Yeah, sure, no biggy.

It was a biggy. Fucking mammothy. The bathroom door clicked and Aiden swaggered out in his cotton boxers, smiling, lips slightly parted. Lambert could see the line of Aiden's cock, carefully positioned off to the side and already hard. Lambert tried for laid-back. "Sure you don't wanna put that to good use?"

"Bertie, tonight's all about you, this," Aiden pointed at his dick as he stood at the foot of the bed, hips thrust forward, "is just from thinking about what I'm about to do. You're so fucking hot, can't wait to hear that mouth of yours run off."

Lambert's cheeks burned and he rubbed his legs together. He couldn't help but look at Aiden's lips, damp and plush; the first throb of arousal rolled through him as he thought about how they felt on his skin, how they would feel between his legs. "C'mon then, stop dragging your feet."

Aiden's smile softened, his head tilted the other way. Lambert wasn't kidding anyone, least of all Aiden, who hooked his thumbs beneath the waistband of his boxers. "Mind if I take these off? Might cum in my pants while my tongue's in you."

Another rush of heat pulsed through Lambert's hips and his toes curled. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing. Lambert swallowed, licked his lips and nodded. The pressure under his skin only intensified as Aiden shimmied out of his boxers, making a show of it as he always did, cock bouncing free of its confines and swaying with the shimmy of his hips. Lambert wished he had Aiden's body confidence, but it was easy when you were all smooth, brown skin, toned muscles and cheeky grins…

The bed dipped as Aiden crawled up it on hands and knees, and Lambert fell back into the pillows behind him. His lips were soft, and gentle, the moan of longing that slipped past them vibrating to Lambert's very core. This was familiar ground. He knew how Aiden felt above him. The soft curls of his reddish-brown body hair against Lambert's chest, the firm heat of his body pressing close, desperate to feel and be felt.

#witcher lambert #witcher aiden #lambden #tw3 #modern au #transbert #tbc??

[malklavian]

thinking about my bg3 playthrough (ass-cended ass-tarion and durge thoughts-dump, some spoilers)

ascended ass-tarion got me feeling things, such a perfect match with my durge. que me just sighing dreamily of this evil as FUCK, UNHINGED duo.

so I RPed my Durge to be at first scared shitless of his mysterious urges, acting nice and heroic and doing good deeds as kind of like a way to surpress those feelings and act normal, focus on his empathy and use it to help people, tho secretly enjoying the bloodbath of his own creation, and the two of them in the beginning had these tense interactions and i'm pretty sure they could each sense in one another that they were fake as fuck, hiding behind these pretty, elaborate masks and lying through their teeth, and still kind of dancing around one another in this intriguing game of guessing, push and pull, seduction

and then as time goes on they both gradually let down their guards and both basically find out they're quite similar, and as durge learns of his bhaal stuff and astarion ascends they both ease into being unapologetically power-hungry and unhinged and obviously have huge control and dominance and obsession issues, and they bring out the best and the absolute worst in each other and throughout all their flaws and shortcomings... they accept one another as they are even when all others leave their side, and i think that's beautiful... as far as dark fictional romances go. ofc they're both completely off the rails in actuality, toxic as all FUCK beyond one's wildest imagination, like when they get into fights over the stupidest shit and it lasts for fucking decades or whatever and then they get back together again only to backstab each other again soon enough. they probably break up at least a dozen a times a century but they always come crawling right back to one another. tho the s3x they have down the line must be absolutely fucking insane, my god...

and also idc about canon, I just know that my durge ascended astarion and took the gift but did not become his slave or anything

i just imagine the scene going on where astarion is more or less convinced durge is gonna kneel and take it, then just durge grabs him by the jaw and is like 'know your place baby vampire you forget yourself, i made you and i could still end you in an instant' and then they almost kill each other but they don't, and eventually durge caves (durge loves to be slapped around hard every once in a while, come on) and then later on durge controls the brain but gives his allies and those worthy free will, and astarion realises again that he once again is subservient to someone and that kind of stings heh but oh well- it's never impossible to make changes to the arrangements again, if one plays their cards right...

actually i think my durge would give nearly everyone free will just for entertainment (kind of like playing sims and turning on free will and watching them piss themselves and die in their own kitchen fires) up until people start getting a bit too disobedient for his liking

and then of course he'd get too cocky and too in love with his own existence and power and murder, and some brave adventurers eventually take him down and he goes down gloriously. and then it's astarion to the rescue, because as much as they bring out the worst in one another, they're absolutely fucking obsessed with each other. they very much have serious issues but they have all of eternity to work through that, or get even WORSE

now that would be an interesting idea if i ever decide to develop a mini dnd campaign. the evil twink demi god villain and his vampire lord bf the power couple who rule an entire realm. kind of like the whole thing with strahd

or maybe it's canon for my durge that he gets so cocky that he defies daddy murder god at some point, either by destroying the brain or something else, and then is stuck in that bad bhaal ending and hunts and begs his friends to kill him. that's such a disturbing ending, i love it. idk if astarion would want to keep him in that state, too much trouble, he'd either give the mercy kill he yearns for or obsessively search for the cure and tear the whole world asunder in the process, depending on when and how that exactly happens

such a fucking DISASTER, i love it. people usually say that ass-cended ass-tarion is bad for him but idk, i dig the narrative. and at first i felt bad about my character 'suddenly' turning evil because it seemed ooc due to how 'good-aligned' he was up to the bhaal reveal but i explain it to myself that he even had ME fooled with this act of being a reedemable good guy he had going on. all around a very interesting playthrough, gg

#lu screams #bg3

[oc-aita]

AITA For hospitalizing my ex, who I barely even remember dating?

Really long post. I've got a lot to explain.

I'm (25M) an underground fighter. I've been doing this for about 4-5 years now, and I enjoy it - I like the energy in the crowds, and I get a good workout here and there. I'm pretty good, nothing special, and enjoy the amount of money I make. I got invited to this like primo fighting competition run by some mafia types, or something, I wasn't really paying attention. Anyway, it's supposed to be a big deal, so I went for the street cred.

It's been going pretty good so far, and I even got some young aspirational protege (22M) type following me around, he's a good time. Anyway, since everything gets televised (big deal) apparently an ex (26F) of mine caught wind that I was competing. So, she flies over to Ecuador, busts open the hotel door, and just bodies our table while we're eating breakfast. She then starts airing out our dirty laundry in front of everyone, calling me some "filthy rat" or something, I dunno, I was pretty distracted by the fact that I could not remember this person at all.

Here's the thing: we dated like a decade ago, and for like a week. I was moving away at the time, I made it clear that I was moving away, and that this was always going to be a casual thing for me. It was just supposed to be some quick action before moving to Nova Scotia, but I guess I hurt her feelings or something when I told her "so long and thanks for all the lip." I was always operating under the assumption it was a casual hookup.

But she just does not let up. She kicked my protoge, tumblr, in the balls. What am I supposed to do about that? Apparently she was competing too, and even flashed her little registration card, so now what was supposed to be some kind of "spat" in front of a large group of people is now turning into an honest to god fight. OK, fine, I'm a competitor, I'll compete.

I'm not gonna sugarcoat it: we got our asses kicked. My twinky protege, in addition to CBT, also just got clocked in the jaw and got his knee nearly busted in. She split my forehead open, so I looked like some bleeding dumbass stumbling around trying to learn how to walk. Seriously, she quite literally kicked the shit out of us - I'm willing to admit she's way stronger than I gave her credit for.

Now, I've always had a bit of a problem with anger management, but I'm of the mind that channeling that anger into fighting was a productive use of it - since, yknow, that's literally my job. So I did: While Twink was getting decked on the other end of our people ring, I """borrowed""" my friend's bottle of whiskey and smashed it over her head, then pinned her to the ground and beat her til she stopped fighting back. I didn't knock her out, technically she tapped out first, but I bet if I had kept going it would've been a KO either way.

I'll be upfront with the fact that I might've gotten a little carried away. The organizers had to haul her off on a literal stretcher, she couldn't even sit up. Whatever, we won, right? One more competitor down? Turns out, the kid was watching the entire time, and was... horrified? Maybe just concerned. I still couldn't really see.

I, personally, don't think it's that big of a deal, but our other "teammate" (30F) told me off for "setting a bad example" and being "completely deranged and dangerous." This is a competition! Everybody here signed up willingly! I still feel like I was solidly in fair territory. Some boxer literally dies in the ring and nobody bats an eye, but suddenly I'm the crux of all evil.

Does she have a point? Am I setting a bad example for twinky protege? Am I the asshole here?

#original character #am i the asshole #aita #violence tw #nsft ment

[vaguekiwi]

Queen of clovers

♣️ Queen of Clovers / Clubs: "Angst"

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“Don’t fucking touch me!”

“What did you just say to me?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re really gonna yell back at me!”

Peter’s fingers touched his own chest. He threw one arm out to gesture to the half-dressed twink sitting on their couch. He’d yanked himself away from Tony, who stood too close to him, rubbing his palms together nervously.

Or perhaps angrily.

“Baby, just stay calm.” Tony’s voice was placating, “You haven’t even given me a chance to explain —”

“What is there to explain?” Peter’s voice pitched too high, breaking on the end, making all of them wince. “You’re making out with another man on our couch eating the dinner that I fucking meal-prepped last weekend. What possible explanation could you have —”

“I don’t mean — I meant why —”

“Oh you don’t want the opportunity to explain what’s happening you want to justify why you’re cheating on me?” The shock in Peter’s voice was painful and disgusted and cruel, “Fat fucking chance, Tony. I am not going to stand here and listen to your fucking bullshit.”’

“Doesn’t that feel a little unfair?”

“Unfair?”

“Yeah! I mean, after everything I’ve fucking done for you! I paid off your loans, your family’s medical bills! Paid off the car and the credit cards and —”

“I never asked you to do any of that!”

“But if I hadn’t what would you have thought of me, huh? We were engaged, that’s what I was supposed to fucking do. That was hundreds of thousands of dollars!”

“So that gives you an excuse to fuck someone else?”

“No! I just mean after all of your mistakes maybe you could go a tiny bit easy on mine!”

From across the room, clutching a crumpled shirt to his chest, “Should I… umm…”

They both whirled on him.

“Yes, leave!”

“Get out of here!”

Some shuffling and mumbling and the door slammed behind him. Tony glowered at the door where it had shut and spit toward the floor, “I’m just saying, Peter, I’m not perfect. But you have such sky-high expectations of me all the damn time, and I —”

Peter scoffed, derision burning the air as he turned away. “Don’t you play the victim now.” He hissed and turned to stalk down the hallway.

“Hey, are we having a conversation or not? You always fucking do this, Peter! You decide you’re right and storm off!” Tony stomped after him.

“I am right! The cheater is not right, Tony! Just because our relationship isn’t perfect doesn’t mean you can excuse any of this!”

“Peter, I am just trying to explain…” Tony’s fists clenched as he stopped in the doorway to the bedroom. Peter had yanked a duffel bag out from under then bed and was haphazardly throwing clothes into it. 

“Peter, would you fucking look at me when I’m fucking talking to you?”

“Would you give it a fucking rest!” Peter spat, still not turning to face Tony. He zipped up the duffel bag and  swung it over his shoulder as he stalked back into the hall. He had to shove Tony out of the way to do it, and Tony gritted his teeth when the boy used the opportunity to wrest his wedding ring into Tony’s palm.

Tony rolled his eyes and threw his head back so hard that he cracked it on the wall and winced. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Peter. One measly little —”

“It’s not one thing Tony! It’s the straw that broke my back! How can you possibly be so full of it —”

“You’re the one feeling self-important enough to walk out on me without even talking about it!”

“What is there to talk about?” Peter stormed down the hallway, unhaltingly headed for the apartment door. He hadn’t even grabbed his laptop from the office or his favourite coffee mug from the kitchen. “Were you or were you not going to fuck him, Tony?”

Peter cast a flippant hand out toward the living room. Toward the glasses still full of wine and the jazz music on the TV that now made Tony’s stomach roll over.

“I was… I wasn’t…”

“Why haven’t you even said you’re fucking sorry?” Peter opened the door and looked back at Tony, who surged after him.

He softened his voice and snatched up Peter’s hand, holding it to his chest, looking for the warmth and laughter he was used to in honey-gold eyes. “Peter… we are both acting way too fast and too angry right now. Let me…” Tony swallowed the lump in his throat. The earth had shifted beneath them, suddenly so far off its axis that he felt stranded in space. 

Peter’s voice was softer this time. It broke at the seams, squeaking in the back of his throat. He pulled his hand away and stepped into the hallway.

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

#anon #starker #peter parker x tony stark #angst #tw cheating #grace writes a little #ask game #fandom card deck

[saxifactumterritum]

so far the movie in my head where Jeeves is a private investigator and Bertie Wooster is his rich hanger-on slash boytoy slash nuissance who Just Shows Up:

they meet when Bertie Wooster is playing a rich person game of steal an item then you have to wear it in public for at least an hour (i watched 'The Manhood of Edward Robinson' on a old TV show 'the Agatha Christie Hour' and they play this game and it was chaotic), and Jeeves accidentally on purpose aids and abets him in his 'crime', and Bertie Wooster is for a long time under the impression that Jeeves is a Real Life Jewel Thief (due to shenanigans and misunderstandings, Jeeves doesn't realise it's a game at first, and then ends up absconding with the necklace, so Bertie concludes he was a real thief).

It was a diamond necklace Bertie Wooster stole like in the TV show, he had meant to steal something a gentleman might wear but there was a difficulty and he ended up with the jewels and now he had to dress up as a lady to wear the thing and then him and Jeeves dance since, as Jeeves pointed out, no one would possibly suspect Bertie Wooster wasn't a women so where was the harm?

I got super distracted by this meeting and mostly the movie has just been them flirting and cross-dressing so far, Bertie Wooster thinking Jeeves is a mysterious thief, and Jeeves thinking Bertie Wooster has fluff for brains and if absolutely daffy but swept up in the whole thing and enjoying himself imensely. Usually he's looking for lost cats, here he is getting to use his brain to help this twink escape from justice, much more fun.

Bertie Wooster realises who Jeeves truly is when Jeeves' niece takes him along to a society party with Biffy and Bertie Wooster et al. Bertie Wooster always sort of thinks it would be romantical if Jeeves WAS a thief of mystery, but also watching him masterfully solve a real burglery the night of the party is, Bertie Wooster is ok with this version also.

the main other scene is they are playing poker (Bertie Wooster is terrible at it) (Jeeves is excellent) (Bertie Wooster being terrible helps Jeeves win a lot of money) (they are a team) (a team where Bertie Wooster doesn't need to have a poker face or be good at cards), they are investigating something but they don't know what, it was all mysterious Jeeves just had to Show Up To A Thing.

I say 'they', in fact Jeeves showed up as per mysterious letter, Bertie Wooster was just there. He is pretending not to know Jeeves since Jeeves did not invite him along for the case and he is Sulking. He drinks a spiked drink or something idk but everyone is trying to get him not to slide off chairs or sing or maybe he should go to bed? eventually Jeeves is like, long suffering, 'I will deal with this, he does know me. Very well, in fact. Come on, Mr Wooster'.

And Bertie Wooster is like 'ah yes, my mysterious thief' and Jeeves is like 'please stop telling people I'm a thief' and Bertie Wooster is like 'my thief' and Jeeves is like 'I am neither a thief nor yours, I think you are mistaking me for a WOMAN, sir', pointedly, since they are in company in the 1920s so not out, and everyone laughs uproariously 'Bertie, a woman?! not on your life, Mr Jeeves, he might be mistaking you, but not for a WOMAN!' cus they all know Bertie Wooster is a queer. That's all the scene so far.

I think of them in the city and big country houses, but maybe they go out to the country, like Miss Marple stories.

Did anyone ever read Ngaio Marsh books with Roderick Alleyn and Nigel Bathgate? I think investigator!Jeeves and Bertie Wooster would have a similar dynamic. but gayer of course.

Jeeves was a valet before he became a private investigator, and at least one time they go 'undercover' as a gentleman and valet. In that investigation they probably swap places, half the guests think Jeeves is Bertie Wooster, which I think would be hilarious.

#what do you MEAN mysteries need to have plots?!?! #jeeves and wooster #this tv show is great you should all watch the investigator!jeeves show in your brains like me it will bring great happiness. maybe even #maybe even world peace. hahahahaha no. but maybe. #in school i once wrote a essay that if everyone ate my mum's macaroni and cheese they would be so happy they wouldn't bother fighting anymo #Jeeves the private detective au

[multivrses]

"unattainable" j.h.s

self-indulgent minific by sahana!! (@sahanaswrld)

summary: jake told himself that tonight would be a night dedicated to only him and his fellow pilots, but when you walk in, side-by-side with none other than bradley rooster bradshaw, he decides he needs to have you.

or where you are rooster's sister who catches jake hangman seresin's eye

pairing: Jake Hangman Seresin x Y/n Bradshaw

warnings: implied sex, cursing, not proofread

word count: 822

do not repost, translate, or copy my work without my permission.

it's not like Jake Seresin wanted to be known as a playboy, he just wanted to let off some steam with girls who may have thought it was going to lead into something... bigger, something... more permanent. Jake wasn't looking for that. so tonight, he decided no girls, just him and his fellow pilots. that was until he spotted a gorgeous woman walking into the Hard Deck with none other than his "rival" Bradley Rooster Bradshaw.

when Jake first laid his eyes on you, he had to do a quick double take. Bradley could pull? was his first thought, until he noticed the similarities between you two. your noses looked pretty similar, along with the few other things he could spot from this distance.

against his better judgement, he decided to go up to you guys, where you were being swarmed with the whole crew of aviators, Phoenix taking the lead and introducing you to everyone. once phoenix got around to him however, he took matters into his own hands.

"Hangman, darling." he said, holding out his hand with his cheeky (normally) pantie dropping smirk

you, however, looked him up and down, then looked at rooster with a raised eyebrow as if to say who is this guy

"ignore him Y/n, he always thinks he's the shit" phoenix said whilst rolling her eyes, which earned a few chuckles throughout the group

"Y/n, Brad's sister." you said while shaking his hand

before Hangman could say another word thought, you were whisked away by Phoenix taking you over to Penny to get some fresh drinks. hangman made his way back over to the pool table along with Coyote, Bob, Payback, and Fanboy.

you could feel his gaze burning into you even at the bar with your brother and your newest friend, Phoenix, who told you to call her Tash (short for Natasha) you couldn't lie though, he was attractive. though you promised yourself to never date a navy pilot because of the pain you had witnessed first hand from the death of your father, and the fear for your brother whenever he was called on missions, maybe it was okay to give this Hangman guy a shot.

after some ime, you found yourself waiting at the bar alone for your, now, fourth round of drinks for you and the pilots. Penny flashed you an apologetic smile and told yuo that she would be right to you right after she finished up with some other customers. you were twirling Bradley's credit card between your fingers until you felt a presence behind you,

"Did they leave you all alone darling?"

no doubt. it was Hangman. you twirled around coming face to face with his playful smirk

"Well, i guess i'm not alone anymore, hm?" oh he liked that. his smirk grew noticeably wider, this time reaching his twinking green eyes. they were truly captivating.

"I'm down to keep you company all night sweets" he said with a wink

you just rolled your eyes with that comment and turned around to Penny coming right towards you.

"What can i get you Y/n?" she said, giving a confused look as to why Hangman was standing so close. you just brused it off and gave your order, handing the credit card along with her.

Hangman waited with you until you got your drinks and walked back over to your little group with his arm slung around your shoulders.

as you approached the group, Tash gave you the same look that Penny did, that confused and quite concerned look. Rooster however, was more verbal.

"Hangman what the fuck are you doing with my sister."

"Well I was just-" you cut him off before he could anger Rooster

"He was waiting for the drinks with me Brad, he didn't pull any weird shit don't worry. He was actually pretty nice." you said while passing the round of drinks you got over to the aviators, the actions got a few quiet thanks. You could tell Bradley was about to speak again but you just shut him up with a look.

Tash guided Rooster and the others over to the piano, you knew Bradley was good and just loved to show off. surprisingly Hangman didn't join them, instead he walked over to the corner. you thought about going over with bradley, but decided against it. what's the worst thing that could happen witht his Hangman guy?

many things apparantly. how you found yourself tangled in his sheets, completely naked, with an equally naked Hangman lying next to you was a mystery. all you remembered was a few drinks with him, learning his name was Jake, and the drive over to his place. the rest was a blur but you could already figure out what you did.

as you sat up, Jake's eyes started to flutter. once his vision cleared all he said was:

"Shit, Rooster is gonna fuckin kill me."

sahana, out

#hangman top gun #hangman imagine #hangman x reader #hangman x you #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin imagine #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x you #jake hangman seresin imagine #multivrses #hangman fanfic #jake seresin fanfiction #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman fic #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman imagine #jake hangman x you #fluff #ilysm! mwah!! <33 #so many tags lmao

[gascon-en-exil]

Perhaps a controversial ask here but since I'm also a fellow Dimidue shipper like you are, I wanted to ask for your thoughts. Does it bother you as much as it does for me to know that Dimitri/Claude is so popular (in fics, fan art, etc) while Dimitri/Dedue often plays second fiddle? I single our Dimitri/Claude because they barely interact in canon beyond AM in the Derdriu chapter. Unlike Dimilix, which has almost as much subtext as Dimidue, Dimiclaude is almost 100% fanon only (1/3)

I always say shop and let ship. Yet I can't deny it frustrates me that Dimiclaude is more popular than Dimidue despite barely having any true backing of why Dimitri and Claude would care about each other. And then simultaneously, to hear people dismiss Dimidue as platonic/brothers only while potentially insisting that Dimiclaude is ripe with subtext based on what? 3 lines of dialogue in AM chapter 19? Maybe it's because Claude is bland, so it bothers me too haha but it's more than this (2/3)

I'd love your thoughts but I feel like people only prefer Claude with Dimitri because Claude is an "acceptable twink who just happened to be a person of color." Whereas they view Dedue as the less conventional attractive partner for Dimitri despite dozens of legitimate subtext in canon to support it. It's the same for Felix tbh (hot twink) but at least Felix had mountains of canon subtext with Dimitri also, just like with Dedue. Anyway, it frustrated me so I wanted to hear your views on it (3/3)

I think it's important not to underestimate the portion of the fandom hasn't actually played either game and only engages with the characters through fanwork and whatever they glean from surface-level information about canon. For those people Dimiclaude just makes the most sense for M/M content as they're the two male leads, and even Felix gets more exposure than Dedue because he not only has Dimilix but also the most popular M/M pairing in the fandom (Sylvix) as well as a fairly popular M/F pairing (Felannie). Dimidue also has a lot of fandom wank riding against it, with fans who've clearly never seen their supports or any of their interactions calling them a white savior ship or even calling Dedue Dimitri's slave. I doubt many of those people are flocking to Dimiclaude instead (as they more often hate Dimitri outright - see the Khalidstans propping up Claurenz in a ship war against Dimiclaude), but Dimidue got hit with a bunch of silly discourse early in the days of the fandom and they've never quite recovered from that. Alternatively, there's also the sentiment that everything except Avatar S ranks is fanon anyway, so it doesn't matter that Dimitri tons of subtext with Dedue and Felix and almost nothing with Claude because they're all on the same level in that sense.

Still, it's really just something you're better off learning to ignore. Shipping wars as a rule are pointless wastes of time, and it's important to remember that all of Dimitri's M/M ships pale in size to the juggernaut that is M/F Dimileth. Why bother with ship in-fighting when only a fragment of Dimitri's fans even read him as queer? It's easier for Dimidue and Dimilix admittedly because they're about on par in terms of canon content and even get some solid moments for OT3 potential, but Dimiclaude relying so heavily on fanon makes it more of a wild card.

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