#though maybe i like jesse a bit more idk

[ghost-with-a-teacup]

hello!! I loved what's in between so much and I need some more miguel o'hara fluff😭😭

if you're talking requests could you write one about how miguel and the reader have obvious feelings for each other but arent dating, Peter b trying to be the wingman and tagging mayday along while trying to set them up.

idk if this prompt has any scope, but I just liked the idea 😭😭

𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Summary: You have feelings for Miguel, so Jess and Peter decide to play cupid and help you out a bit :3

Warnings: None!! It's just pure fluff, silliness, paired with the classic best friends to lovers. Enjoy!!

You had a problem.

You had a very, very big problem.

Alright, so it wasn’t that big of a problem, but it lingered on your mind day and night. From the moment you woke up to the moment you went to bed it was on your mind.

What was it, you ask?

You might, just maybe, have feelings for your best friend. Now, you knew the tropes. Best friends to loves was arguably one of, if not the best trope to have. But those were stories, this was real life. It made it all the harder when your best friend was Miguel O’Hara, leader of the Spider Society.

Frankly, it was a miracle you even became friends with him in the first place. Somehow you had wormed your way into his heart and had the honour of being his closest friend. This however meant that it was highly unlikely for anything to progress further beyond the scope of platonic love.

This was a fact that you had grown to accept in the months of realizing your feelings. This didn’t mean you didn’t mope over it though.

~

“Ugh,” you groaned loudly, your forehead pressed into the cafeteria table as you lamented your feelings out into the world. A happy giggle interrupts your swirling mess of thoughts, however, and you turn your head and are met with the sight of Peter B. and Mayday by your side.

Lifting your head up, you open your arms and Mayday happily climbs into your lap, babbling softly. You feel your heart warm a little as she played with your fingers, her red hair a mess as she laughs happily.

“Can’t stay upset for long when this little one is around,” Peter says, smoothing out her hair that somehow only becomes more messy.

“This sucks, Peter,” you whine to the man, and he smiles sympathetically.

“We’ve all been there y’know,” and you only huff slightly. Peter was another one of your closest friends and the one you happened to rant to the most about your unspoken feelings.

“Would it hurt so much to just tell him?” he asks, and you whip your head over dramatically, a horrified expression on your face.

“I would quite literally rather take a dive straight down into Earth-67982 with all the gators than tell him,” you say, and Peter only snorts.

“C’mon, it’s not that bad! How do you expect to get anywhere if you never tell him how you actually feel about him,” he says, and while you knew he had a point you chose to disregard it.

“I’m perfectly happy where I am Peter. Single, and still with a best friend,” you say, but you sigh softly. “It’s not that easy anyway. There’s no way he likes me back, and it took him long enough to talk to me beyond anything superficial like the weather or the happenings of other universes. How am I supposed to confess to him,” you say, pinching Mayday’s cheek lightly. She scrunches her face up and you can’t help the giggle that escapes.

“Ah, relationship woes?” Jess jumps in, and you yelp in surprise while Mayday only laughs at your expense. You glare at her playfully and she imitates your expression in turn which makes everyone around the table laugh.

“We’re not in a relationship, so I don’t think it really counts as a ‘relationship woe’ Jess,” you say, turning to the woman as she settles in next to you for lunch.

“You could be in one if you mustered the guts to actually confess instead of pining for him like a lovesick teenager,” she says, and you shoot her a deadpanned look.

“There is no way in the 7 hells that I am ever going to confess to him, I mean, just look at him,” you say, nodding over to where he was picking up his own lunch from across the hall. “In the billions of possibilities that exist, there is not a single one where he likes me back.”

“Don’t see yourself short, you never know,” Peter says as he and Jess share a look, cogs turning as they scheme their own plots.

~

You were just walking about the HQ, stopping periodically to talk to the Spiders you knew. It was your day off, and your own universe decided to be boring today so you figured what better place to hang around than Earth-928?

Well, it was supposed to be your day off, until your name is called over the intercom alongside Miguel’s, telling you both to come to the monitoring room.

With a groan, you nod to the Spider you were talking to before walking over.

“Jess? Is something wrong?” you ask as you pop into the room, Miguel is already there and turns to nod to you in greeting which you return with a grin.

“There’s a mission I need the two of you to go on,” she says offhandedly, swiping through the screens as she studies the universe’s events.

“But Jess, it's my day off! There are literally hundreds of other spiders you could send on this mission,” you whine, the aches of the mission from yesterday still lingering on your body. Though almost imperceptibly she glances over at you, making it clear that there were hidden intentions behind this mission, and you press your lips together knowingly. You supposed she was in the mood to play Cupid.

“Why do you need us specifically?” Miguel asks, eyes narrowing suspiciously. It was his day off too, you were about to go see him as he worked on all his gizmos, he still wore his work outfit in place of his regular suit.

“This guy’s a bit of a tough one, so Lyla and I decided that we needed our best out in the field. Be ready to head out in 20, he’s already on the move,” she says, and you sigh lightly, unable to disobey orders.

Miguel only pats you on the shoulder.

“Bold of you to assume you think you can order around the Leader of this place,” he says jokingly.

“I can order around anyone I want when the Leader puts me in charge for the day,” Jess retorts as she puts her hands on her hips.

“Good point,” he relents.

“Uh-huh.”

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” you say to Miguel as you head out together.

~

“…wasn’t this guy supposed to be a ‘tough one’” you say, quoting the air as you stare down at the anomaly you were supposed to take down. Miguel only snorts in response before shrugging. There, in your line of sight was the anomaly; a snail that moved at a top speed of maybe 2 kilometres per hour that a single well-placed trap could take down in seconds.

“Easier for us,” Miguel says simply before swinging down and doing just that. Immediately the force field wraps the villain up like a present, and his mask disappears from his face as he looks over at you.

At that moment felt your heart skip a beat as he grins up at you playfully.

“Are you going to hang up there all day or are you gonna head back with me?” he calls out as a portal opens up, snapping you out of your stupor.

“C-coming!”

~

“Peter, why don’t you get one of the younger spiders to babysit? Don’t get me wrong, I love Mayday just as much as the next person but I’m not that great with kids,” you say with a worried smile.

“That’s why you’ll have Miguel to help! I think you two will make a great team,” Peter says, handing Mayday over. You eye him suspiciously when the realization strikes.

“This is all a ploy to get me and him together, isn’t it?” you ask, and Peter puts on an oblivious face.

“What? No! No way, this is just a friend asking for a favour,” he replies.

“Don’t lie! You and Jess have been up to something for the past week, that mission, the closet, and now this,” you huff.

“Alright, fine. Maybe we did plan this out, but maybe the two of you just need the push,” he says, a hand on the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Peter, he doesn’t like me back. I know that already,” you say frustratedly, but sigh softly. “I’ll help you out, but no more games alright?”

“Alright,” he relents. “Thanks for this though. MJ and I haven’t had time to ourselves in a while,” he says, and you give him an understanding look.

“What are friends for?” you smile.

~

“Mayday! Get down from the ceiling, please?” you plead, watching as she babbles happily while crawling across the ceiling. You were right up there with her as Miguel stood on the floor with his hands on his hips, watching with blatant amusement.

“Miguel, a little help here please?” you ask him, and he only snorts.

“You seem to be doing just fine,” he says, and you let out a groan. Finally he gives in to your pleading.

“Solecito, you wanna come down now? I think you’re going to give your babysitter a heart attack,” he says and immediately she drops down from the ceiling into his waiting arms. You let out a sigh of relief as you follow suit.

“She only listens to you, I swear,” you say as you look at her, huffing softly.

“She likes playing around, and you have the most reactions so you’re her main target,” he replies, and you boop her nose playfully.

“You’re a little menace, aren’t you.” She only babbles happily at that.

“I’m going to grab her lunch, will you be okay by yourself?” you ask Miguel, and he bounces her up and down as she giggles loudly.

“We’ll be just fine, won’t we chiquitita,” he says with a small smile. It makes your heart warm as you watch them play together. You knew how hard it was for Miguel to be around Mayday after losing his own daughter, but he seemed to truly adore the little girl. It was precious to watch.

“Alright, I’ll be right back.”

~

After searching aimlessly for a few minutes, and a couple of mishaps you finally have a small bowl of food to feed Mayday. When you come back into the living room, you find Miguel sitting on the floor with Mayday in his lap, a toy grasped in her hand.

“I think you’d make a really good parent if you ever want to have kids one day,” Miguel says offhandedly as he continues to watch over the little girl. You feel your cheeks warm in embarrassment at the compliment.

“Seems like the same would go for you, Miguel,” you say as you watch the two of them fondly. You can’t help the thoughts that flash through your mind. The two of you, together, sitting in a nursery just like this one with a child of your own. It was far-fetched and would probably never happen, but it doesn’t hurt to imagine all the ‘what-ifs’.

“Though that’s ironic of you to say considering I was just hanging on the ceiling trying to get her down not even 15 minutes ago,” you say, and he chuckles lightly.

“Parenting isn’t always smooth sailing, but you have a softness that makes the little ones feel safe. I see it when you’re with Mayday, even with the kids at HQ. Don’t sell yourself short,” he says, glancing over at you before holding out his hand to take the food. Somehow you feel your face heat up even more as you sit down by his side.

“Thanks, Miguel,” you say softly, and he only hums in response.

~

After all the events of the last week, you find yourself lost in all your swirling feelings. All those possibilities, all those moments you spend with Miguel wishing that they were more, it quickly became overwhelming. It’s why you find yourself trekking up to the observatory of HQ.

This was your favourite spot to come to when you were stuck in your head. Very few of the Spiders knew about it, which made it the perfect hiding spot when you wanted to be alone with your thoughts.

The ceiling panned up into a dome of intricate glass, allowing the light of the stars to shine through. Though realistically it was more the light of the futuristic Nueva York, the city that never sleeps. It didn’t make it any less beautiful though.

“So this is where you’ve been,” a voice cuts through the silence, and you jump slightly as you turn around to face Miguel who only chuckles at your expense.

“You found me,” you say softly, smiling at him though it doesn’t quite meet your eyes. A look of concern washes over his face, and you wince.

He could always read you too well.

For a moment you just sit there in the silence, the only thing breaking the quiet being his soft footsteps as he approached you. Every step he took had your heart racing faster and faster until finally, he was by your side. Glancing at him, you see that he’s already looking at you, and there was something on his mind.

“Do you like me?” he asks softly, and you turn away from him, instead choosing to look out through the windows. Slowly, you sigh, still unwilling to make eye contact.

“Do you want me to be honest?” you say just as softly.

“I do.”

A lump forms in your throat as you fidget with your hands a bit, wondering if you should just lie. If that would make this any easier.

It was hard for you to be vulnerable with people, from a young age you were conditioned to hide how you felt because it made you seem weak. And even worse, you were told it made you a burden on other people.

You never wanted to be a burden.

It was hard for you to be honest with your feelings…especially if they were about how you felt about someone you loved. You think this is the first time you’ve ever loved someone like this, and you swallow harshly at the thought.

“I do…like you,” you whisper finally so that only his ears could hear. “I know it's cliche, but it's nothing but the truth when I say that I’ve never felt, felt feelings with anyone else the way I do with you,” you ramble, realizing that once you started you weren’t able to stop yourself.

“It makes me scared, Miguel. Feeling this way? I don’t know how to do this,” you gesture between the two of you, but still hesitating to look into those beautiful crimson eyes you adored so much.

“You’re my favourite person. Throughout every universe, every infinite possibility it’s still true. And I’m scared because it seems like throughout my life every single time I have something good it slips out from beneath me, and I can’t afford to lose you. I, I can’t,” you say, a single tear trickling down your cheek.

For a moment he doesn’t speak, and the car falls silent until he inhales lightly.

“That…is a possibility, it’s true. Maybe what we have, what we could have won’t work out. But maybe we’re that one possibility where us together is possible,” he says as he takes your hand into his own. It was warm.

So warm.

Finally, you dare to look into his eyes, and inside them, you find a swirling storm of emotions that you get lost in.

“Can we do this? Do you think we can?” you ask hesitantly.

“As long as you’re willing to try, mi vida,” he says, squeezing your hand lightly.

“I think…I want to try,” you say softly, and his eyes immediately brighten up like the sun rising over the horizon, lighting up everything in its path. He smiles at you, and you can’t help but smile back.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, and all you can do is nod as you feel your heart jump to your throat in anticipation. You’ve never wanted to do anything more.

Gently his hand rises up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before settling on your cheek as he leans in. You close your eyes as his lips touch yours, and a small happy sound escapes your throat.

It didn’t feel like how the love stories described how your first kiss would be, with explosions and fireworks.

No. It felt like the first breath of fresh air on a warm sunny day. Like the heat of a fire after a long day in the cold.

Kissing your best friend was like coming home, a comfort in every sense and oh so right.

After a few seconds that felt like an eternity condensed into a single moment, Miguel pulls away. You look up at him with teary eyes, not tears of sadness but instead pure and utter joy as you smile brightly.

“I think this might be the start of something wonderful,” you say to him.

“I think so too, mi vida.”

A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading because that entire confession was what I imagined I would say to my crush ghfkjghdfkjghfdk (I was in my feelings, as a result this fic was born)

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[lokigonnakmsforbucky]

Perfect (S.W.)

Sam Winchester x Plus sized F! Reader

Request: maybe some s1/2 sam? it’s the reader's first time, and sam js is really sweet to her, focusing on her pleasure, guiding her through everything, and noticing how she reacts to his touches and teasing her, just like body worship lol. nicknames, Sam being lowkey an oral god🤭 lol. maybe the reader is just a little bit shy because she is more chubby? idk if this makes sense but yeah!! I hope you can do this, have a lovely day <3 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Rating: Mature (minors DNI)

Warning: Some violence, p n v, unprotected (Wrap it before you tap it!), Sam Is an oral god 🤧, talk of insecurities, loss of virginity.

Gif, not mine*

A/N I am accepting requests and making a supernatural tag list!

The lock behind you clicking locked sounded like music to your ears. Working straight after class from 4-12 was exhausting, to say the least, at a bar nonetheless. Annoying college frat boys, creepy old men, prostitutes (get the bag sis), you get it though life is hard.

“Only two more months then Im out of here…” You whispered under your breath. You were right though, only two more months at Standford and you were off to do big things in the world.

The walk back to your small apartment outside of campus was cold and damp. You could feel how moist the air was and the cold breeze hit your face and your legs, yet you loved this weather. Not too hot nor too cold just a bit chilly. The trees around you had orange leaves and every house you pass had pumpkins outside carved with scary or funny faces. Halloween was just around the corner. You were ready for it.

For the first time in two years, you were ready for this Halloween. After everything that happened.

Jess.

You couldn’t believe what happened when you found out that Jessica, one of your closest friends from elementary school was killed in a freak fire accident and her boyfriend Sam found her.

You, Sam, and Jess were inseparable at Stanford. Even days before her death you guys were at a bar celebrating Halloween. Well, jess was. You and Sam were wearing the most boring casual clothes ever. You both didn’t like the attention.

The Party scene, the crazy frat boys, insane sorority girls. Wasn’t your thing. It wasn’t his. But it was all for Jess. Which made the arrangement work.

You lost contact with Sam shortly after Jess’s death. Which stung. Thinking he was one of your best friends and you lost your other to the crazy fire. Yet, life goes on.

The door to your apartment was dull, no sign on the door. No welcome mat. Nothing that indicated a human living there. Thats how you liked it.

You opened the door to find it pitch black in the room before you.

Thats odd. Did I turn the lights off? I swear I don't remember turning them off before I left.

Your mind was racing with questions, you reached towards the left, using the dim hallway lighting to shine just enough for you to see your light switch. You flick it and your apartment shines.

Your apartment was dull. School textbooks on the counter, your backpack on the chair. Your small tv looked dusty in the living room from the lack of use, and the sad couches that hardly were sat on.

You were never home hardly, from working shifts at the bar and school. The only downtime you had was in your bedroom in the comfort of your bed with the latest Stephen King book at your disposal.

You hang your jacket on the hanger and throw your keys on the counter. You sigh loudly, your body was ready for that date to the bed.

A bang in your room made you break your train of thought. You turn your head towards your room and grab a kitchen knife. Slowly making your way towards your room, your heartbeat was picking up slowly.

Your door was open like it was before, but you could feel that something was off. You flicked the light on and nothing was there. But, you discovered that your window was wide open and your books from your end table were on the floor.

You walk towards the window and slide it shut and look out. Nothing seemed to be different yet...something felt off.

You took another breath before you felt arms lock your upper half. You scream and thrash to no avail.

"Please don't be scared...I'm just very hungry. You will come back...don't worry." The voice belonged to a man, you know. You thrashed again and looked up to see yourself looking back. Your mirror showed the man behind you.

He was a kid...maybe only 19? Looked like a freshman in college in his Standford Sweatshirt. But, his teeth were sharp. You kicked the wall and to your surprise, you broke his hold on you as you both fell to the ground.

This was your chance.

You collected yourself quickly running through the door and into the living room grabbing the closest thing to you for cover. Which in this case was a light fixture.

The boy walked through the door, his breaths were heavy. "Look I didn't want to hurt you. "

"Well, I really wanna hurt you."

Sam? That voice couldn't have been him.

A bang of a shotgun went off from your right, you looked to your side to not only see Sam but another guy with him with the shotgun. The man beside Sam seemed to notice you staring at him. His green eyes piercing into yours.

“Get behind me!” He yelled.

You didn’t have to think twice, you ran behind him and Sam while they took care of the deranged man.

“Close your eyes y/n.” Sam finally spoke to you, a machete in his hand. The man beside him was above the man that was kneeling down in pain with a shotgun pointed at his head. You looked back up at Sam, and his face was still just as handsome as it always was.

“Please.”

You finally closed your eyes. Hearing Sam’s footsteps move in front of you. I could hear the deranged man grunting, “Damn you Winchesters. One of these days. We will Kill you.”

“Well, good thing today isn’t the day then.” You could hear Sam’s voice and then a grunt following with a thud.

“Y/n keep your eyes closed. I don’t want you seeing this.”

You kept your eyes closed, tempted to open them. Just to see Sam. He is finally back… after everything that happened. He’s back.

Maybe this is just a dream?

What felt like hours of your eyes being closed was mere minutes as you heard grunting and a door close soon after.

“You can open your eyes now.”

You slowly opened your eyes, your eyes stung from the bright lights, your vision blurry. You reached your hand up and rubbed your eye one by one. The room was still lit with your lamps on the sides of the couch, but you could see the traces of dark red blood on the floor. You could see they were smeared like they were trying to clean it.

“You…. Killed that boy?” You looked up at Sam, the person you hung out with the most, missed the most after everything that has happened.

“He.. wasn’t a human. He was a vampire and he was gonna turn you Y/n.” Sam’s voice was so quiet, like he was afraid you would be scared of him. But, you knew Sam. He would never lie about this.

“This can’t be real…” You looked around and walked towards the couch. Sam following behind. Sitting beside you.

“It is…everything in the supernatural is. My family has hunted them for years…after my mother died from the yellowed eyed demon. Like Jess.” Sam’s voice cracked of mentioning Jess. You slide you hand in his and squeezed.

“A demon killed her?” You didn’t want to believe it, but it explains how weird her death was.

Sam took a breathe and looked at you, “Yes. He did. But, we are going to kill him. The guy that was with me, thats Dean. My brother. He basically raised me while dad hunted to avenge my mother. Now… it’s just me and him.”

Sam never talked about his family much, but he always mentioned his brother a few times. Which explains the facial similarities of the green eyed hunter.

I took a breathe and let his hand go and rubbed my arm,“Why was the Vampire coming for me?”

Sam sighed, “Me and Dean found leads from recent vampire attacks a few towns over. Has to be a nearby the university. Says why a lot of students went missing too.” You grabbed my phone to see it was now 1:45 am, how has it been almost two hours sense this all happened? “The boy that attacked you, went missing a few weeks back. He was sent to take you.”

“To be a vampire?” Your voice cracked a little in fear. Sam nodded, “I wouldn’t have let that happen. You deserve a good life.”

You finally did what you wanted to do for so long, you wrapped your arms around Sam and gave him a hug.

“Sam Winchester you deserve a good life too. Don’t sell yourself short. Thank you for saving my life.”

Sam hugged you back tight, like you were going to disappear any moment.

“Your not safe here Y/n. I got a motel room downtown. Pack clothes and bring a book. I need to know you will be safe.”

————————————————————————

2 weeks later

The last few weeks have been eventful to say the least… Sam came back, you met his Metallica loving brother, they rid of the vampire nest and overall you finally felt at ease after the two years of not knowing what happened to Jess.

Sam and Dean stayed near Stanford to keep an eye on you and make sure all is well. Coming down any other day and eating at the diner or having a drink at the bar, (which meant free drinks while your manager wasn’t working since you were the bartender), and having a new friend and your best friend back. All was well.

Yet, you could feel some tension between you and Sam. You’ve always had a small crush on him, who hasn’t though? His thick hair, his height, his hazel eyes, plus his personality? People would be crazy to not have a tiny crush on him.

But, with this small crush you could feel the guilt in the back of your mind. This man was one of your best friend’s boyfriend.

What would Jess think if she was alive?

“Y/n!” Sam’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked up at him, your popcorn still in your lap as you we’re watching Scream on the Tv with Sam.

You came back home a few days ago and Sam wanted to spend a night over, since tomorrow he and Dean will be heading to South Dakota to see a friend of the family’s.

“Yeah?”

“You okay? You’ve been quiet for 30 minutes and you usually never shut up about Billy and Stu.”

“I’m just thinking…”

Sam paused the movie and turned towards me. “Spill it.”

You sighed and laugh a little. “Sam, it’s nothing.”

Sam took the popcorn out of my hands and scooted closed towards me, “Must be something if you are quiet for a long period of time.”

You took a breathe, Sam wasn’t gonna give up until you told him what was on your mind, “I’m just thinking about my future. I guess.” You laughed nervously.

“Your future? What about it?”

“Just thinking about everything, what I’m gonna be doing, Where I will be, If I would marry. Stuff like that.” Sam looked at you seriously after you mentioning marriage.

“Y/n, if someone wouldn’t marry you. I would be very surprised. Who wouldn’t? Your funny, down to earth, strong and plus your personality is amazing.”

You laughed, “Yeah. No. I’m not the looks of someone to be married.”

Moments passed, The silence thickened. You could hear your own breathing and Sam set down the popcorn on the table and took the blanket off of me and him. “Get up and come with me.”

“What?”

Sam grabbed my hands and pulled me up towards him. “Come with me. I have to show you something.” As he said that he took your right hand in his and walked towards your room and opened the door.

Your room looked the same as it always did. Bed maid, your window closed, your books on the table.

Sam took you in front of the mirror, him standing behind you.

“What do you see?”

You look at him through the mirror and give him an odd look.

“What?”

Sam took a breath, “In the mirror, what do you see?”

“I see me…. We done?”

“No. You see yourself, what do you see about you? What do you like or dislike?”

You rolled your eyes, “What’s your point, Sam?”

"I want you to see the beautiful woman, I see."

Beautiful? He was talking about me? Your mind was spiraling in thoughts. Years of self-doubt, men leaving you since you didn't fit into their "desires". Just to have Sam, your best friend and crush call you beautiful looking at you with no makeup, shorts that showed your curve, thick thighs touching each other, and a tank top that didn't hide your bloated stomach.

Beautiful.

"I want you to see how perfect you are to me. Your personality, your smile, how you change the room. " Sam chuckles, "Even your weird obsession with old 90 movies." Sam's hands gently roam down your body to be around your waist.

Beautiful. Perfect.

Not in a million years those two words would fall out of anyone's mouth. Not Sam's at least, You never would have thought that he would talk about you like that.

“Everything of yours is perfect. Your curves, your hips, your smile. " As he said that his hands were all over your body...touching every inch gently. You look at Sam through the mirror, "Sam..." Seeing his hands on your body felt fantastic and right.

"I know the past two years have been hard, I wish I was here for you. Things happened...but I am here now." Sam said his hand was now on my cheek caressing softly. "Let me have this chance."

You took a deep breath, this felt like a dream. Sam Winchester really said that and meant that.

You look up at Sam and nod your head. Instantly his lips met yours.

The kiss was full of passion yet gentle. Like You were a fragile art piece in a museum. His hand was on your waist and he pulled you in closer as he finished the kiss.

"Is this okay?" His hand had my shirt. You nodded your head and he took your shirt off revealing your black bra.

You covered your stomach as Sam looked at you, he wrapped his hands on your arms and moved them away, "I told you that you are beautiful, don't hide yourself from me.

Sam pinned your arms to your side and from your lips down to your stomach near the top of your pants. He kissed every scar, and stretch mark as he went. Whispering all sorts of sweet nothings, while he kissed you.

Sam looked up at you and smiled, "Take your pants off and lay on the bed baby girl."

You took a deep breath and turned from Sam, slipping your pants off and laying down on the bed. Sam was now shirtless and working on his pants.

Once he was left in his boxers he walked towards you and climbed on top of you, his face above yours. He gave you a small kiss on the forehead, the tip of the nose, and finally your lips.

It felt euphoric, the amount of times you never thought this would happen or even think you would be alone for all your life was out of the equation. You were happy.

With his small kisses, Sam cupped your breasts in his hands and softly squeezed them. Making you moan out softly. He lifted you up and unclipped your bra. You slipped out of your bra and allowed him to throw it on the floor. He kissed you once more before fondling your breasts and using his mouth on your nipple, swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud.

You softly moan and hold his head. Yanking his hair softly, Sam releases your nipple and looks up at you, "Better be careful Y/n. I want to take my time, but I will take you right now if you want."

Sam kissed your breasts and went down to your clothed pussy. Kissing the top of your underwear. His dirty talk made you feel excited for what's to come. Your underwear was soaked and Sam knew it, he rubbed your clothed pussy up and down making you moan out loud.

This was really happening. You were going to lose your virginity to Sam.

"Sam... I've never done this before." You admitted to him. He looked up at you and kissed your lips softly, "If you wanna stop we-" Before he could finish his sentence you cut him off with another kiss.

"I want you Sam."

You kissed Sam once more, deepening this kiss. His hands go back to your underwear and easily slide them off.

He breaks the kiss and goes down to my pussy, looking up at you before licking up and sucking on my clit. You moan out loud feeling the sensation of his tongue, Sam licked up and down and sucked on your clit before using a finger and thrusting in your pussy.

His one finger felt amazing inside, yet it stretched you out. If you couldn't take a finger. When he finally goes inside it may not fit. But, no matter the pleasure right now was overwhelming. You didn't want it to stop.

Sam does stop abusing your clit, rubbing your pussy, and adding another finger. You close your eyes and arch your back up, moaning out.

He was paying attention to everything that made you feel nothing but pleasure. He used his two fingers in a scissoring motion and that plus his mouth on you took you over the edge.

Your eyes feel blurry and your breaths are heavy, you could feel Sam's eyes on you. He leans up and kisses you. "Feel good baby girl?"

You smile and nod, "Yes."

You never noticed that Sam slipped his boxers off, his length hitting your thigh. You look down and take a breath.

It's a lot bigger than I thought...I don't think it would fit.

Your mind was spiraling and you could feel your nerves go through the roof.

"Don't overthink, keep your eyes on me. It will be uncomfortable but I am right here." Sam noticed you were in your head. His hands were rubbing your legs comfortably to make you relax. He kissed you gently and pulled you close to him as he rubbed his cock near your entrance.

Sam pulled away looking at you in your eyes, "You ready?"

A moment passed and you finally nodded your head. You wanted it You leaned up and kissed Sam once more. The head of his cock rubbing against your cunt.

During the kiss Sam thrusted in, You gasped in the kiss and he stopped moving while you looked like you were in discomfort.

When your face relaxed he thrusted again slowly until you told him to go faster.

The pleasure felt amazing, nothing felt better than being with Sam. You didn't want anyone else but him, the feel of his kisses, his touch. Was the most amazing thing you have ever felt.

The feeling of his cock filling you up to the brim felt amazing, how you stretched around to fit him and only him.

Sam was grunting as he thrusted, he started to moan softly kissing you while he thrusted into you. He gripped the sheets beside you as you gripped his shoulders filling him into you.

Sam pulled out and came on your stomach, "Sorry.." He chuckled and grabbed his shirt and cleaned you up, You smiled and looked down at him cleaning you up.

The one thing you knew for sure was that not only Sam was your first love, but no matter what he would always be your last.

#isupernatural #spn #spn fandom #supernatural headcanon #supernatural fic #supernatural smut #supernatural fanfiction #sam winchester x ofc #sam winchester x reader #sam and dean #sam winchester x plus size reader #sam winchester x female reader #dean winchester #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #castiel supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural drabble #sam winchester #sam winchester spn #sam winchester smut #sam winchester fanfiction

[miguel-ohara-lover]

Here’s some angst

Requested by @saltykidcreation I don’t have the original request anymore sorry about that. I hope this is good, sorry it’s so short I just don’t really know how to drag it out to a longer fic, what I wrote before took over a day to finish cuz I just struggled so much. I wasn’t really happy with it and I think I like this more? Maybe cuz it doesn’t feel like I forced myself to write it idk

CW: Death, angst, delusion, trauma

Miguel had lost himself. His anger took over, everyone could sense it, you most of all. You had been with Miguel for a long time now, and when you saw how he acted… it scared you. He never used to scare you. Seeing how he treated this fifteen-year-old, seeing the rage in him. You couldn’t imagine telling someone to just let their father die? Sure, you understood canon events, but this was just… too much…

When the society became divided, you sided with Miles. Everyone was shocked to see you join Gwen’s team, considering your relationship with Miguel. You thought maybe you could convince Miguel. Convince him to let Miles live out his own story, to make his own mistakes, or to even fix them. Of course, Miguel wouldn’t have it. He’s always been firm in his beliefs. So stubborn.

You pleaded with him, begged him to calm down. You even suggested he was wrong about canon events. How could you do that to him? After everything he’s been through, how could you say that? His anger only grew, and he began shouting at you, throwing things around the room. His eyes were red with rage, burning fiery passion filled those crimson irises. In that moment he forgot all about what you had meant to him. All love left his face, replaced with violence.

No one had joined you in that room. You wanted to confront him alone, believing having backup would intimidate him. You didn’t want it to seem more like an intervention. You thought, just maybe, he might hear you out. Perhaps you got a bit emotional, hormones and all… You had hoped once he calmed down you could give him the good news, and that was something you wanted to do in private. You encouraged the other spiders to focus on other things. Now you regret that decision immensely. 

When you didn’t return to Gwen’s hideout… they grew worried.

Miguel had taken you to the other spiders, telling them exactly what happened as you lay limp in his arms. He didn’t lie and didn’t beat around the bush. He told them all about how he lost control, how you needed help. He seemed to feel guilty, though he’s hard to read. The situation with Miles was taken care of. Miles did save his dad, and the multiverse was intact. Miguel had been wrong. He was still working on fixing the mess he made, and no one really forgave him just yet, but he was trying.

Something broke in him when the realization you were gone set it. And as quickly as that realization came to him, it left. He seemed convinced you were still alive, that you would walk in any moment holding your baby. Miguel would go around telling people about how he was going to be a dad. He sounded so excited. After Gabriella… he was looking forward to having a second chance. No one had the heart to tell him you were gone. At least he wasn’t trying to harm anyone anymore.

Soon he became distant once more. Only this time, not even Jess or Peter saw him. Lyla had to be a messenger between the two and Miguel. He wouldn’t see anyone, he never left his office, and if he did no one saw him leave. They all accepted it, he needed time to heal, if he ever could. He lost his family once before because of his actions, and history seems to be repeating itself. Maybe he’s supposed to be alone, maybe having a family isn’t in his canon. He thought after Miles that it could be different, but he already lost you.

#miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #atsv #miguel o’hara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara angst

[tiny-vermin]

I want to know more about the m9 artist au!! I remember reading a post or two about it a billion years ago (and would love to read them again) 💜

hi jess!!!! thank u for being interested hehe :")

so ever since i drew that lil thing of essek painting a frank stella inspired painting (or even before), ive been thinking of what kinds of art each of the m9 would do. essek ofc is inspired by a minimalist show that i went to here, all the big names from that movement were shown, but those really dark, sinkhole-like paintings are speaking to me. another artwork of boxes made of mirrors also seems like the thing he would do too

there's a kiln here that we visited which was huge, and surrounding it were artists' studios and some other ceramic sellers, i imagine the clay family having a place like this in the middle of nowhere amongst the trees, and caleb would do his work there

anyways because at heart im a shadowgast luver its centred around them,, they meet at an artist residency or something like that and its an incredibly slow burn that involves talking and not-talking and looking and not-looking. in the end i am but a simple wong kar wai fan so. that kinda vibes would definitely influence this, i would describe it as a quiet burning i guess?? time skipy and words that are not said

i think im gonna rant a bit more about their different mediums and styles so i'll keep it under the cut

i think caleb sculpts figures and portraits, but in a sad, kathe kollwitz charcoal vibe. maybe some funky looking animals, perhaps some pots and vases to look at the pretty glazes. he's interested in using fire to burn texture into different mediums, like ive seen it being used on shellac to make a really cool net of ink looking structure.. but yknow, just seeing the aftermath of glazed ceramic from the kiln is enough, and probably better for him to keep his distance anyways

the clay family produces most of the ceramic to sell, vases, pots, plates, cups, teapots, yknow just a whole array. and its really colourful too, depicting every family members different style. i think caduceus would do some matte glazes with a lot of different colours, theyre all a little wonky but theyre better off that way anyways. he does some really mean ink calligraphy and painting though

jester definitely does,, everything, whatever her heart desires kinda thang. she makes pastel textile installations and lighthearted cute paintings, but theyre always so contemplative and soothing. she gets m9 a lot of work cus her mom has connections, etc etc. i really love the idea of jester creating works that talk about the female body and femininity (definitely not projecting no)

beau is a printmaker and photographer who's really experimental, she loves cyanotypes and printing flowers (for yasha), idk she seems like she would put fabric and rocks into the washing machine to see what would happen. u would probably catch her in someone elses studio learning about what they do or in the library learning about what old people did

veth works in a museum as a curator, getting beau to help her sometimes with gathering artworks and artists etc. she probably organises community art projects for kids and public art installations. her house is full of m9's artworks and various other artists shes worked with.

yasha does bouquets as her post-retirement part time job, prior to that no one really knows what she did ("she probably murdered a bunch of people and is now hiding from the government"). fjord draws comics for fun but is also not a job for him, molly is a question mark for me. but these guys probably wont be in it as much anyways

im still not sure what format i wanna do this in, im actually having fun just writing it in my notebook now (digital does not facilitate the creative juices) but i do want to do some visuals like fake movie stills or storyboards. maybe they will work together well???? dunno. working on the other shadowgasty thing im doing made me realise how much easier it is to draw when there's a script already there, so im writing the script for myself

im definitely not as practiced in writing as i am in drawing, but idk im just gonna have some fun and see where that takes me, meanwhile try not to feel too bad that its fanart HAHA (very bad habit)

edit: i just saw my previous thoughts on beau being an art journalist, but i kinda like this better.. but maybe she can do both muah

#working tag for this -> #the kiln #honestly if u had any tips for writing #i'd love to hear.. #i was insulted once on my writing and never wrote again HADHSFHF #oh and also emo smoking #that is somethng i want to draw more of

[elliespuns]

I wanted to ask about Ellie and her idea of relaxation. For a moment, at the library scene where they’re smoking weed, she lets her guard down and gives herself a moment to relax. And in turn she finds out that Joel never came back with Tommy and then suddenly she’s on high alert.

Do you think she associates relaxation with impending doom? Like “oh I have a moment to relax now this means it won’t last long so I won’t engage in it” kind of beat?

Cause when they’re also in Seattle, the minute she comes back and Dina found something she’s already on go like she didn’t let herself take a break until Dina was cleaning her up after Nora’s scene. Idk I could be wrong but it’s just something I noticed because I also felt like it played into the farm life where she couldn’t relax because she knew something was gonna happen.

You're onto something. I don't think you're so far from the truth. I also think that the girl doesn't even know what a feeling of relaxation is.

Of course, when she spent the best part of her teenage years in the safety of Jackson, she knew how that felt. She might have even gotten used to it before everything went down. As someone who never had a proper childhood, she must have been living her best time of her life among people who appreciated her, respected her, and treated her well.

But I also think that spending almost a year on the road with danger trailing your ass along the way must take a toll on you too. Maybe, at some point, Ellie could have missed the 'adventure' of the old days when living her now stereotypical life in Jackson. I mean, her journey across the US with Joel might have been a challenge, but it gave her something to live for; it gave her a person she now cares deeply about. It also gave her an experience, knowledge, and formed her into a person she is right now.

That's why I think she was so quick to start going on patrols (causing Joel to go crazy with keeping an eye on her and 'harassing' Jesse about the shifts she was taking). Joel got so used to the comfortable life of not having to worry about the girl that much anymore, and once she was back to face danger (which she might have missed at some point), he was alerted and worried again. While as for Ellie, it was something she 'needed'.

But yes, the day she let herself relax a bit (and apparently even have sex), something horrible happened to her shortly after, and it must have left a bitter taste in her mouth. I think it might have not only affected her state of mind but also her sex life. 'Cause like, did Ellie blame herself for letting her guard down that day, smoking weed, and having sex, enjoying herself while Joel—someone she deeply cared about—has been tortured in an agonizing way in the meantime? This must mess up your mental state. Replying this moment in her mind, Ellie must have thought about it and blamed herself. Everyone who loses someone important thinks back, trying to relive that moment and imagine what they could've done differently if it hadn't happened. She must have thought about it and thought that maybe if they didn't get caught up in the blizzard and didn't end up in the den, then maybe... then maybe she would have caught Joel somewhere along their way and THIS would never happen.

The girl is so broken, I don't even think she realizes it herself. I think she's in a constant state of high alertness. So maybe she doesn't even associate it with anything anymore. If she does, though, let this girl never catch a breath, because I can't see her suffering any more.

#the last of us #tlou #ellie williams #ellie tlou #joel miller #joel tlou #ellie and joel #ellie x dina #dina nolastname #the last of us game #tlou game #the last of us part 2 #tlou part 2 #elliespuns answers

[ghostofskywalker]

Hello! Thank you so much for hosting the whole clone fic gift exchange event! That was so much fun ❤️

Could I request something for your spring ficlets where a Jedi general and her clone commander just have a strictly professional relationship. But then something happens and the Jedi and commander get trapped somewhere (maybe one of them is injured) and they have to find a way back and through that, they get to know one another as friends (or maybe a crush develops? Idk). But either way, they come out and their relationship has definitely changed.

You choose the clone, I'm not picky 😁

If this seems like a too complicated ask for this then don't worry about it! (Totally fine if you can't do it right now!)

Thanks for all the amazing work you've done here ❤️

hi! i'm so glad you enjoyed the exchange, i had so much fun too!! i went with rex for this fic, and i hope you like it!!

words: 1,187

summary: when a cave-in traps you and rex on a mission, you accidentally make your feelings for the captain known.

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Seismic Shift

You should have known something would go wrong when you felt the gound shift under your feet, right as a low rumbling noise started making its way through the air and the rocks that surrounded you started to shake. This was not a very good time to be underground, and you still hadn’t completed your mission objective yet. 

“Captain,” you called. “I think we may need to turn around and head back up to the surface. If we stay any longer we’ll get trapped down here.” 

You could see Rex nod from where he was walking deeper into the cave system, and the two of you turned around. On a temporary mission with a the 501st since Anakin had been called back to Coruscant, you wondered what Captain Rex thought of you. 

The 501st was your favorite battalion that you’ve ever worked with, and you’re positive that it was because they’re not afraid to get their hands metaphorically dirty and give wild and crazy plans a shot to get out of a tough situation, and you had never seen much value in playing it safe anyway. But where that quality meant you got along excellently with Fives, Jesse, and Hardcase, the captain was always a little more wary of you. 

You understood his hesitance of course. You were a Jedi that he only worked with once in a while, and even though this would mark the fourth time you had served as the acting General while Anakin had other engagements, you could only know someone so well. You also thought he was ridiculously attractive, and although you wished that you had said something to him, your Jedi training had done little to prepare you for a crush, and so you kept your emotions a secret. 

You could see the light at the end of the cave system, and Rex had just commed the rest of the company that was back at the transport when the walls began to shake, and you knew what was happening. There was no way you would be able to make to freedom before the ceiling of the cave came tumbling down, and you could see Rex trying to make a run for it. “No!” you shouted, grabbing his arm and pulling him to the side, where a particularly sturdy and large rock had yet to move, and the two of you slammed to the ground as a cascade of stone fell around you. Maybe it would have been a better idea to simply try and keep the cave intact by using the Force, but you were so worried that Rex was going to be injured that the thought completely slipped your mind. 

Your head hit the rocks behind you, and you floated in and out of consciousness. You could hear a frantic voice above you, and you thought you made out your name. “Whaaaa?” you mumbled, eyes fluttering open and closed. 

It had to be Rex, there was no one else around you. You heard snippets of what sounded like your name, and you realized that he was probably attempting to get into contact with the rest of the men outside. 

“Injured-” 

“Won’t hold on for long-”

“I’ll try but-” 

Soon the darkness overcame you, and you closed your eyes for a little bit longer than a few moments. 

***

The next time you came to, your head hurt really badly, but at least you weren’t completely out of sorts. Rex was sitting next to you with his helmet on his lap and his eyes closed, and once he heard you cough, immediately turned to look at you. His arm looked like it had been bent slightly wrong, and you immediately started to worry about whether or not he was in pain. “What happened?” you asked, voice slightly croakier than usual. 

“I think you might have a concussion,” he responded. “You really shouldn’t fall asleep again.” 

“I’ll do my best,” you said, and you couldn’t help the sigh that escaped your mouth. “So we’re stuck in here?” 

“I’ve alerted the others about the situation and where we are, they’re trying to figure out a way to move all the rocks without causing another cave-in,” he said. “Until then, we can’t really do anything, especially if you’re in this condition.” 

“What do you mean in this condition?” you asked, but your joking tone didn’t really come through, since you started to lose consciousness halfway through the final word. 

“No, you can’t fall asleep!” Rex’s eyes widened, but he had no idea what to do. He grabbed your hand from where it was resting on top of your leg and squeezed it softly. The gesture was completely unexpected, and it certainly was enough to pull your eyes back open. “Oh good,” Rex said, relief clear in his voice. “I thought I was going to have to kiss you to wake you up.” 

But as much as you were technically awake, you were also a little delirious, and that meant your regular filter wasn’t doing its job. “Can you still?” you asked, a soft giggle escaping your mouth at the thought of his lips on yours. 

“What?” He had surprised you before, and now it was your turn to return the favor. 

“Can you kiss me?” you mumbled. “I think I’m gonna die in here, and you’re so pretty, and the Jedi Code is really kriffing annoying sometimes-”

You expected Rex to be wearing a look of horror, either at the implication that you liked him or the possibility that you were so delirious that you didn’t know what you were saying, but he didn’t seem to mind your (concussed) rambling. 

However, it seemed that you were having terrible luck today, because the moment he opened his mouth to respond, his comm crackled to life, interrupting whatever moment was brewing between the two of you. “Captain!” Jesse’s voice came through the device. “Stay where you are, we’re almost through!” 

The next few minutes went by in a complete blur. Ahsoka and Obi-Wan had been barely a system away from you, and soon you were watching as the rocks that kept you and Rex trapped were being moved away with the power of the Force. If you hadn’t hit your head, you might have been able to harness that much power, but right now it was struggle to just stay awake. 

The next time you really knew what was happening, you were laying on a cot in the medbay of the Resolute, and Captain Rex was laying in the one beside you. He wasn’t awake yet, but you could see that his arm had been treated and was currently in a sling. 

You weren’t going to wake him up, you decided, because he deserved to recover as quickly as he possibly could. But you also made up your mind about something, and that was the fact that you wanted to find out what he would have said to you had you not been interrupted by the 501st. 

Selfishly, you hoped it was that he felt the same way about you that you did about him. 

- the end -

#2023 spring ficlets 🐝 #captain rex x reader #captain rex #captain rex x you #rex x reader #clone trooper x reader #clone wars fanfiction #star wars x reader #captain rex x gender neutral reader

[scoonsalicious]

okay, straight to the point. I hate how he's going about things. So much lies right off the bat, and Pocket is too high above the clouds to recognize it. Okay, maybe he was telling half-truths (which is still considered a lie in my opinion) I am 100% sure he saw all those articles but maybe, he didn't get to see Pockets texts right away. Not after he's done something wrong (I'll elaborate on that in a sec) because, while reading these parts, it all feels a bit like love bombing to me. Idk, something definitely happened on that mission, and I wish the first thing Bruno (that's right bc I'm annoyed at him right now) should've done was confess RIGHT AWAY. I don't care if it's going to blow up things, it's far better to be truthful now so at least he can salvage some integrity and at least Pocket could see his remorse and regret but nooooo he had to cover it up. So now, everything that came out of his mouth after that, it will seem like a lie to Pocket. The house, marriage, kids, starting a family? Pocket will now only see that as damage control instead of something he actually wants to do. Him asking her to move out of the tower? Why? Because he's scared the truth will come out because everyone knows Jellani can't keep her mouth shut. And if something happened between them on that mission (which i know something happened. you can't full me Beethoven) do you really think she won't brag about it? claiming that she "won" ??? Sigh. It would've been better if Pocket heard it from him first rather than that mule of a snake. But alas, idiots be idiots. I'm honestly just so disappointed in him.

Now, as to what Blake has done. I am hopeful it didn't go further than a kiss, making out and petting at the worst. I still believe he has a good enough heart in him not to pull through because he truly never saw Jesse that way and he physically can't since he loves Pocket so much. But sigh, he can be so fucking stupid so idk, my hope is definitely wavering. If they did end up having sex, that's much more difficult for him to come back from, for me, at least. And while yes, any of the above technically won't be cheating, but that's still a cold-hearted betrayal. And everything leading up to it, there are so many layers to it? let me do a list for Pocket

Sleeping (allegedly) with the person you told me not to worry about, better yet, the person who blew up our relationship in the first place

So that was a lie, how you never saw her like that, how you never wanted to sleep with her? What else were you lying about?

You believed random strangers' words (articles) over my own

Beleiving her (Jolene) words over my own because she obviously told you stuff. Again.

The second you saw me with a friend you're insecure about, the first thing that came to your mind was to hurt me back even though I never did anything to you. You did it for revenge. (this part is so touchy to me because this happened to me a lot haha)

You've been so insisting on me wanting to hear you side, but you can't even spear me a second to the same?

The covering up. The lies. The manipulation (a lil far fetch but, him waking her with an orgasm, trying to keep her all pleasured and joyful so he can have the time to cover up his tracks) You're dangling marriage and family in front of my face while you have a knife in your hand and you're digging in on my back

I could go on and on and on, but I think the thing that would hurt Pocket the most is the lying. The point blank, lying to her face. I really really wished Blake came clean right away. It would've been so much better that way. Like yeah, Pocket would still be hurt and angry, rightfully so, but at least he's showing how much he regretted it, and that he felt remorse by coming clean. But he HAD to cover it up, he had to keep on lying, he had to hide it under the guise of starting a FAMILY AND GETTING MARRIED. like that's just so cruel. and I would argue, that makes it so much more hurtful. It's like acid on a wound. and like you said, it's how he went about it that hurt Pocket rather than the act itself. Again, I'm not even mad anymore, i'm just downright disappointed.

Sigh, I'd have to complete reading chapter 18 and fully find out the truth of what happened first before I give my final verdict if Benjamin is a lost cost. But you are also a very talented writer so I have high hopes that you'll be able to pull through with this and have him suffer and go through pain worse than he's Pocket through and actually work on being better. Because (and i figured this out right this second lol if you can't already tell how my brain is wired with these entries then...well, basically i'm insane and have so many thoughts) the reason why Bobby keeps making all these mistakes over and over is because he's trying to be better for the wrong reason. He's doing all this work to be better and to gain Pocket's trust, why? Because he wants her back. He wants to be with her again, and honestly, I don't think that's the right way to go about it. He should be trying to be better for her because he realized how much pain he's caused her and he doesn't want that anymore. He should be trying to be better because he wants to be, so he can't stop hurting people he loves. But he's treating is as an objective, a goal to fulfill so he can get the prize which is getting the girl back. And that just seems like he truly hasn't realized yet just how much he fucked up, or at least, realized how hurt Pocket was with all of this. Like, he should be trying to be better without any expectations, it should be "I'm trying to be better so I can be a better person, and earn her trust back, whether we get back together or not, it doesn't matter. All I care about is fixing this mess and helping her heal and being a better person. No incentive, no price, just because I want to" but hey. what do I know

ANYWAYS, this got wayyyy too long I am so so sorry. But sigh, I'm both anxious and excited for the rest of Chapter 18, I know shits about to hit the fan but after that, I know Brandon is going to go through so much pain, and honestly, I'm here for it. The least he can do to understand what Pocket's been going through. You're amazing as always! sending you love!

Ok, first of all, we don't talk about Bruno. I'm sorry. I had to. Please forgive me. As for the things he told her wanted-- a place of their own, getting married, maybe kids-- he does want all that, so much, with her. He wants it so badly. There's some wording you used ("I still believe he has a good enough heart in him not to pull through because he truly never saw Jesse that way and he physically can't since he loves Pocket so much.") that I find very, very interesting, and I'd like you to hold this thought in your head until about Chapter 27 or so... Also, i like that you referred to her as Jolene, because "I'm beggin' of you, please don't take my man" is so appropriate here; though Pocket would never beg her, not even a little bit.

Again, so many things I want to say to you, but I cannot! For it would be spoilery and no one wants that! As always, though, your posts make my night. I look forward to them every day! <3

#unwanted #jnon report

[holdinbacksecrets]

svt: what reminds them of u? or drunk voicemails they leave you?

(i cant remember if you've done this before)

hello jess 🥺 thank you for requesting, my lovely friend. hopefully you’re ok with ~loosely inspired? i went with drunk voicemails, but how drunk these are… not sure. mix some yearning in there too. i love you.

p.s. i only got to 7 p.p.s. assigning these? ooo difficult

spilled thoughts/drunk thoughts/yearning??

seungcheol: “i forgot my car keys, so i took the bus instead of going back for them. i never take the bus. i’ve never taken it with you, and i don’t know why… i always drove instead or sometimes we’d walk, but now i understand why you love these rides so much. you can listen to music and look out the window and admire the people around with all their stories and unknown names. you’re cooler than i’ll ever be for taking the bus… seeing so much more than me. you do, though. you think i’ve seen more of the world. i don’t know if it’s— you’re cooler than i’ll ever be”

joshua: “do you remember the cake i got you for your birthday last year? it was lemon with vanilla frosting, and i had the decorator write your name with little hearts instead of happy birthday. you never want to celebrate your birthday. i’ve never asked why. aren’t you worth celebrating? you are to me. if i bring home a cupcake… have the decorator write your name with little hearts… can we celebrate you?”

jun: “i ran today. i understand why you do it. it’s freeing. nothing can touch you. you’re breathing. you’re so aware of your breath, and music sounds better. i mean… it’s rivaling a live performance and that high, but it’s different with running… kept between me myself and i. i love that you run. i love that you have this outlet. if i ever last more than 20 minutes maybe we can go together”

soonyoung: “you hate wine. you hate beer. you hate tequila. i know you gave up after that night in uni, stuck to tea... what’s it like? i know you go out with friends, and you’re the only one who’s sober. what’s it like when i come home drunk? have i ever scared you? does anything scare you? can you tell me everything that does? there has to be more than bugs. i’m an asshole. i should know by now”

wonwoo: “do you remember that morning on the balcony? it was snowing. you said you love the taste of winter. the embrace of it. the sound of it. you love the way you feel existing in it. you took my breath away that day. i’ve never experienced winter in quite the same way. you probably can’t remember. it was years ago. years before we got together. years before i came to know so much about you or put a ring on your finger, but i need to tell you now… a little bit of that… a little bit of where we are now, is because of that morning. i see you, feel you, hear you, every time it snows”

seokmin: “i think i float when i’m alone. i think i float when i’m alone, when the music is too far away to feel. when the crowd is too far away to hear. when you’re gone… it doesn’t even have to be for long, but i feel it anyway. i don’t know what i’m trying to say. can you come over?”

chan: “my mom asked me about you. she called this morning and said your name before anything else… i guess i forgot she started doing this. now it’s so obvious because you’re gone. and i’m not… god, i’m so proud of you. you’re kicking ass in school and doing amazing, but i miss you. i miss you so much. idk. do you ever go outside in the middle of the night when you can’t sleep? watch the sky for a while? i do that now, and *exhale* i think about you. i love you”

#seventeen reactions #seventeen blurbs #seventeen scenarios #seventeen angst #joshua scenarios #chan scenarios #seungcheol scenarios #seokmin scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #soonyoung scenarios #jun scenarios #im not sure i love this but here it is

[theladyofrosewater]

Okay the video game poll is over and idk if people went with their actual favorite or just whatever game they had heard of bcs the botw/skyrim option won so for every option that got more than one vote I'll describe what I think that game would be like in order of how many votes it got.

OPEN WORLD STYLE ADVENTURE 36.4%: You play as Irene's reincarnation and wake up outside of Phoenix Drop with no memory of who you are and after the tutorial section of phoenix drop you're basically on you're own to somehow defeat the big bad Shad, however you get a special ending if you beat the game in under two hours and use batshit tactics you can technically customize your character but it's only hairstyles and tattoos. There WOULD be a speedrun based on who could place something weird like a bomb or a pumpkin on the Irene statue in Scaleswind

STORY BASED JRPG 18.2%: I've never played a jrpg I'll be honest but Jess stole a lot of stuff from final fantasy anyway! might as well complete the circle. But one thing I image is that defeating the jury of nine and the high priest is the main goal with Katelyn being the only recrutable one. 22% of the game is just sorting gear bcs the game has lootflation. 50% is just putting your guards in pretty outfits. the rest is side quests.

MINECRAFT MOD PACK 15.2%: Okay we could totally do this ourselves in fact people have tried I'm pretty sure, the hardest part would be making the map and making sure the NPCs functioned normally but you'd basically just play through MCD with all the mods jess used (with more quest markers to keep you on track) I imagine it would only go up to half a season at a time though just to keep track of everything and make it less cluttered.

BASICALLY JUST STARDEW BUT BETTER COMBAT 10.6%: exactly what it says on the tin. It's Stardew but you're the lord instead of the farmer. You can pick which village you choose to rule and you get a different story/marriage candidates depending on each one. The combat comes from battle campaigns technically doesn't have an end since Stardew can go on forever.

VISUAL NOVEL 9.1%: Just the normal story of diaries with maybe a bit of puzzle solving to spice up gameplay, It would be a comic book art style and different chapters would have a new art style for tone purposes+ hiring more artists and would only have like three endings plus a secret forth one for 100% completing it.

HADES-STYLE ROGUE-LIKE 3%: I'm surprised not a lot of people picked this option but IMAGINE IT. You play as Laurance and you've gotten better at resisting the call and so you set out to escape Shad's domain but have to battle limitless foes and keep fighting the call at every step of the way. succumbing to the call makes you start over but you won't give up! The bosses would be other shadow knights, maybe Gene, Sasha and Zenix to replace the furies. Zane and Janus(shush I know he's not one but I needed a second person) could replace Theseus and the Minotaur and Shad would obviously replace the final boss. Vylad could probably replace Thanatos or something too.

DATING SIM BUT CURSED 3%: You are Irene Aphmau and you absolutely MUST pick someone to spend the rest of time with! except it resets if you don't pick right, it resets and resets and resets. but if you do pick right they keep dying, and dying, and dying. and even if you change everything they keep dying and dying andyingandying-

#theladyofrosewater #minecraft diaries #mcd #aphblr #if I knew how to code/had the motivation I would probably make one #alas I am so shitty at coding and finishing long term projects #can you tell I have ideas

[vampire-sugar]

THE QUEEN OF THE DAMNED (1988)

Finally finished Part I! Here are some of my pretty unorganized thoughts.

(Spoilers ahead) (tw mention of incest)

PART I: THE ROAD TO THE VAMPIRE LESTAT

A lot going on. It was actually hard to keep going at some point, a lot of exposition and it was frankly very boring at times. The entire Baby Jenks chapter could have been skipped. The biggest thing I’ve taken away from Part I is Anne’s obsession with red hair. Anyway, here are some of the things I liked!

Truly unhinged intro from Lestat where he literally says, “hey remember me?? left you on a cliffhanger there!! also let’s switch to third person bc the story just flows better that way.”

Marius trapped under the ice where he belongs.

Pandora chapter was like a fever dream. And also damn you eat like that?? Literally ripping hearts out, but lowkey that’s such a goddess move.

Got to the famous Devil’s Minion chapter!! I was really excited for this one.

It was very sweet actually. Armand is a terror, but his intensity is what I love about him. Loved him since the iwtv book, what a character. Him finally turning Daniel, that whole scene was heartbreaking. Also what does Armand need 8 phones for? Love how they kept his love for tech in the show lol he’s always on that iPad.

Finally introduced to the Talamasca. I assumed from what I occasionally saw online that they were this like all powerful group that had like a one-up on the paranormal creatures that they investigate (or like some sort of council for anything supernatural), but I was kinda let down when finding out they are humans with just a little bit of psychic powers. But I’m pretty sure I don’t know the full story yet.

Also it’s cute that Anne starts every chapter with her husband’s poetry. Though they’re not all my cup of tea, I liked the one at the beginning of the Jesse chapter.

I like Jesse! This chapter reminded me a lot of the Mortal Instruments actually lol, both Clary and Jesse join a supernatural related order and are unknowingly related to supernatural beings (and both have red hair lol). I like that Mael makes a reappearance, he was the only part I liked about Marius’s backstory from TVL. Also, Anne Rice try writing a close familial relationship without making it weirdly incestuous challenge impossible. Maharet’s attitude towards Jesse made me wildly uncomfortable.

The part where Jesse goes to New Orleans was true horror. I was shaking in my bed sheets reading it, seriously. Claudia haunting the New Orleans townhouse, my poor baby. Hope that more of the diary gets revealed in this book.

And that’s about it!

For such a long part that’s honestly all I’ve got to say. I’m glad to finally be done with it tbh and we can finally get to the present day. I learned from Jacob’s podcast appearance that Anne did not have an editor which explains a lot lol. I fear for what is awaiting me.

Predictions: I had thought that Maharet was actually Pandora, but then read back and saw that Pandora has brown hair so I guess not. If a character has red hair Anne will let you know multiple times. Which is why I feel like Armand might be part of the Great Family. Or maybe his red hair is garden variety type, idk.

I will probably post chapter by chapter going forward! Or however I please I guess lol. Excited to start Part II: All Hallow’s Eve!!

Bonus: Lestat calling himself the James Bond of vampires, he’s got jokes.

#queen of the damned #interview with the vampire #iwtv #vampire chronicles

[captainpains]

Singer at 79's

Been trying to branch out with my writting. This took an embaressingly long time to write. For my @clonexreaderbingo card.

Prompt: Coruscant

Warnings: gn reader, meet cute and just bonding, alcohol, idk what i am doing, bad writing

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Coruscant.

The planet where dreams could come true.

Could.

For you, it was simply a place to disappear.

Your planet was destroyed in the war, many of your people were spread across the galaxy. It was sort of bittersweet for you to leave your home. But it gave you the new start that you desperately needed. It was a massive adjustment. However, it was worth it for the escape from your reputation that you’d garnered. Even though you had to start from the ground up.

Shortly, after moving to Coruscant you found a job singing at a bar. It wasn’t the most exclusive place, but 79’s was really fun to perform at. 

You walked into your dressing room (really just a converted closet). There was a small bouquet laying on your vanity. You smiled as you walked over, picking up the flowers and admiring them. You noticed a note that fell from the flowers. You picked it up and read it.

Roses are red,

Wildflowers are blue,

I can’t think of a better way to spend leave,

Then spending it with you

-Your Secret Admirer

You smiled at the note, cheesy as it was. You appreciated things like that, cheesy love notes and all, it made you feel seen. You had dozens of admirers that would send you things, some anonymous some not. You wished you knew who they were so that you could properly thank them, maybe buy a round for their table, as you did with the admirers who happily told you their name and even battalion. 

But you recognized the handwriting. You knew this admirer. You’d received roughly twenty gifts from this person. You knew them well.

“Hey,” a knock came on the door. “You’re on in ten.”

“Thank you!” You shouted through the door, putting down the note so you could get ready.

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Jesse was always excited to see the performers at 79s. It was the main reason that he even went to 79s in the first place. Sure the drinks were free and he didn’t have any money, but it was definitely the entertainment that kept him going back.

“Hey, your favorite performer is headlining tonight,” Kix told him as he passed him his drink.

“I know.” Jesse hummed, absolutely unashamed that he knew the schedule of his favorite performer.

In fact, he purposefully came tonight because you were performing. He was an admirer, enjoying how you performed.  Kix and Fives would joke about his little crush but he wouldn’t call it that. It was more like… an admiration. He didn’t know if he loved a persona or if you were truly this confident and kind. He didn’t care much though because it made him happy, a little bit of happiness was all anyone could ask for these days.

That was probably why he would sometimes send gifts to you with what little money he had. He wasn’t alone in this, he knew of other brothers who would send some gifts to their favorite performers. He opted to send his modest gifts anonymously. He only wanted to make you smile.

“And finally! We have everyone's favorite sweetheat! Please welcome, Zeilla!” The announcer announced in an overzealous voice. 

Jesse’s head whipped around to look at the stage. His brothers chuckled a little at his behavior. But, he was unashamed in his enjoyment of the show. 

He watched as you sang, enjoying your beautiful voice. You were completely captivating on stage. You were an amazing performer, commanding attention. 

“What is it that he likes so much about Zeilla?” Fives whisper-asked Hardcase. He shrugged in response.

You performed amazingly, and the crowd in the club cheered and applauded loudly when your song finished. You bowed, waving as you walked off stage. 

Rather than going back to your dressing room and changing, you opted to go to the bar for a drink.

Fives noticed this, shoving Jesse’s shoulder to point it out to him. Then, insisting that he go to the bar and get them another round. Jesse decided to do what he said, mostly because he wanted another drink himself. He walked up to the bar, seeing you talking to the bartender before he turned around to make a drink.

“You were really great up there,” Jesse complimented, leaning on the bar in an attempt to look cool.

“Thanks,” you replied with a smile. “You a fan?”

“I am after that performance.”

“Well, aren't you the flatterer.” You took a sip of your drink, “What’s your name?”

“Name’s Jesse,” he introduced himself. “Can I treat you to a drink?”

“No. I’m fine with just this one for now,” you replied sincerely. “But you can treat me to your company?”

“I can do that.”

You and Jesse talked for what felt like forever. You learned a lot about each other, like Jesse’s love of music. You didn’t notice the time until 79’s was actually closing, kicking you both out onto the street (after you got your duffel bag from the back of course). You were laughing, just having a grand ole time. For the first time in a while you felt truly happy.

“Sooo, do you think that you’d maybe wanna have a drink together sometime?”

“Without your brothers?”

“Preferably…”

Jesse wrote down his com number on a napkin and handed it to you.

“Thank you, Jesse. I’ll definitely take you up on that offer.” You smiled, sincerely.

Jesse smiled back, before walking you to the edge of the platform to hail a taxi. He stood there waving as the speeder pulled away. You still had a smile on your face, looking at the napkin in your hand. You looked closer at it. You recognized the handwriting.

#clone trooper jesse x reader #arc trooper jesse x reader #clone trooper jesse #arc trooper jesse #star wars #cfb2023

[farharbour]

soooo as i suspected i was too busy to do anything fun for my babygirl (jesse) for his birthday (TODAY!!!) and i won't have any time today to do much either since it's cookie baking day BUT i still wanted to share some fun character progress & development stuff w/ him from the last 5-ish years 💞

my first ever art of him (2018) -> baby's first cingefail re-design (2019) -> another re-design, pretty close to what i settled on (2022) -> another re-design (mid-2023) -> the same thing only without the scar because i didn't like it & the one i'm sticking with because i love it and i love him (late 2023)

he was originally named james and was my self-insert cis-sona LOL and i already made a post recently about how developing him helped me not be so scared and come into my identity as a trans man (and i made jess trans later on too as a radical act of self-love or whatever) so i won't go into that again. he is my favouritest guy ever truly

i changed his name in 2019 and was workshopping his design until this year actually, i was never really happy with how he looked until recently. i'd never say he's truly a self-insert these days even though i joke about it still hehe.. he's his own guy now but i still like to put a lot of myself in him for old times' sake (my mental illness, love of cooking, etc.). i took a little inspiration for his personality from some of my favourite books; 'white noise' in particular helped me develop this idea of how powerful a narrative it could be for him to have this almost obsessive preoccupation with death.

i want to talk a little bit about 2022 jesse too because he is so very special to me but it's less relevant to who he is as a fallout character. i wanted a death stranding oc and just decided to slot him into that uni too NGJGHFDFG i'll put this bit under a cut since i'm sure not a lot of you are particularly interested in that.

anywayyy thanks for letting me share my guy with you all and thanks for appreciating him <3 and if you don't idk why you read this post but that's fine too i guess 🐜🎒

ok SO his 2022 re-design came from adapting him into the ds universe and even tho this is under a cut it's still SO self-indulgent so i won't get too deep into it. he was like. "evil" i guess? he was with the demens and i paired him off with higgs (they met when they were teens after jess accidentally killed his brother and ran off from his family's preper shelter) but he was still not really into the killing and the terrorism stuff. but. when you love someone and it's toxic yaoi sometimes you overlook things like murder y'know

he and higgs were linked by a set of chiral rings that higgs made for him. they gave him a sort of healing ability that basically boiled down to him shaving time off of his own life to give to someone else in the form of healing wounds, restoring blood, etc. and that transfer was done thru chiralium. or something. i never really gave that bit too much thought LOL what was most important to me was that he died mid-way through the story of the game and he never crossed the seam because higgs, in some desperate attempt to control death, crudely mummified his body with tar so his body never decomposed or became a bt. so he was kind of. stranded (heh). on the beach. and the pair of them link up again after higgs gets exiled.

maybe i'll share a bit more of this when ds2 comes out and i get to think about him & that world some more but for now that's it ok cool

#💬 #some old art i'm proud of but not these LOL so ignore them. #just wanted to share b/c character progression stuff is cool to me. ANYWAY happy birthday my special fictional babygirl <3 #oc talk #oc: jesse #scribbles

[random4townheadcanons]

What kind of solo albums the 4town members would release headcanons!!

Requested by @hunni-kc

Ok so in my hc’s 4town never disbands or anything, but that doesn’t mean they wouldn’t be able to release their own solo albums while still being in a band.

Robaire - if Robaire were to release his own solo album, I feel like it would be mostly r&b. I can picture a lot of slow love ballads and lots of dramatic beach music videos (or rainy music videos). I also think he would do some more fast-paced “dancier”(?) songs too though.

Jesse - I think that if Jesse did his own solo album, it would probably be something like an alt rock genre. I think Jesse would want to branch out and try a different genre that isn’t as pop-esque as the music 4town makes, and I think that if he did something with kind of a Radiohead vibe it would be really interesting.

Tae Young - ok so hear me out, but I could picture Tae creating a kind of ethereal, more electronic sounding album (picturing something akin to Grimes’ older songs and also Pastel Ghost’s music.) I think that Tae’s voice would work really well in this genre and I think it matches his personality really well too.

Aaron T - T is a definitely big Avril Lavigne fan, so I think he would release a punkier pop rock album. I think it would also be really funny if he released a screamo album, because I have seen Topher scream sing before and I would be very entertained to see T try that (probably half satirically). I could also see him do something more alt-oriented and laid back (picturing something along the lines of songs like Island in the Sun by Weezer lol but idk).

Aaron Z - Z obviously can rap, so I think if he did a solo album he’d definitely come out with a rap album without question. BUT I think it would be really interesting if he came out with a more angsty album, maybe a with a little bit of a darker punky vibe. He would definitely come out with a lot of belted out (mildly emo) songs but they would be really well done and not tacky.

I hope you liked these :)

Keep the requests coming!!

#4*town #4town #4 town #4town headcanons #4town robaire #4town jesse #4town taeyoung #4town aaron t #4town aaron z

[loving-n0t-heyting]

I find your take really interesting because it's actually compelling and nuanced but I do still think I have a somewhat rosier view of Skyler as a person than you do (though still largely negative); in particular, I find it much easier to side with her early in the show, where, while what you say about her is true in a clear way, she still tends to have some decent argument for her position. The show is having some fun at her expense, but it's still putting her in situations where we can readily understand why she's doing what she's doing and she might even broadly be right. Of course Walt's medical decisions are his own (oh God I typed "her own" here originally and only caught it much later in editing; was this a terribly revealing Freudian slip? yikes), but at that point with what she knows Skyler would have to be a terrible spouse to not try to argue him into placing a higher value on his life. And while Skyler does have a comically naive bourgeoisie worldview on law and order, and willful naivete is not morally neutral, it's Marie who's stonewalling in the shoplifting conflict, not Skyler. I'd consider Skyler at the start of the show to be roughly on moral par with Jesse at worst (and even that feels like it's going awfully far), and that Jesse ultimately finds his way out of Walt's psychological web before she does feels more like happenstance than some deep indictment of her relative to him.

I do think it’s hard comparing Skyler to Jesse early on bc they are clearly at that point being treated by the show with different levels of seriousness. Jesse was slated for an early demise, remember, and was intended more as a stepping stone for Walt’s personal journey, whereas they would have had to be insane to do the same after one season with Skyler. (Well, frankly, they would have to have been insane to go through with it for Jesse too. But not as insane.)

And it shows! The early depth and nuance you see in Jesse is pretty much pure Aaron paul; he’s written fairly one-dimensionally as white trash sidekick comic relief, whereas Skyler is already being deliberately built up for big things. So it’s weird to compare the two imo, the way it would be weird to compare her and walt Jr. There’s just more to her early on

And idk, maybe some of the animosity i have for her (which i was exaggerating somewhat, for the sake of the take/bit, though not in essentials) is personal. Family technically-not-coercing you into medical treatment (that could Save Your Life!!) hits a little too close to home, and I uhhhh. Idk if you’ve been reading my blog long enough to hear about my mommy/ex-gf issues lol. (Ofc, plausibly deniable therapeutic venting is most of what most ppl have to say about brba at any length, so i don’t think this is a specially egregious interpretive failing on my part.) But I do think, simply on the merits, the “poor battered housewife” reaction to the misogynistic frenzy she initially provoked among certain segments of the fandom is overgenerous. It’s at least better than the negative reaction against that same crowd regarding walt, though, which consistently drives ppl to commit obvious and basically indefensible errors about central plot points, at which point I think you can barely be described as engaging with the show itself at all

#ask #anon

[miniimapp]

When 4*TOWN Are On Tour

Gen ;; Fluff - Headcanons

Warnings ;; None

Proofread + Edited ;; Lmao

Auth. Note ;; WELCOME TO DAY 17 OF THE 4*TOWN CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN !! Now that I can write again its just a game of catch up for the days I missed so that's fun lmao

Enjoy !! <3

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Aaron T - High Spirits

T is keeping spirits as light as possible all of the time

Cracking jokes,, smiling widely,, he'll even provoke other more pent up members to get them to release their tension on him

Not healthy,, don't recommend

Silly T,, take care of yourself

He really appreciates when you text him or call him,, don't call him out of the blue the boy's got things to do but drop a text anytime

T adores coming back onto the bus and finding that he's got a message from you

Will giggle and kick his feet as he reads it

Yes,, the others will make fun of him

No,, he doesn't give a flying fuck

Jesse - Cool, Calm and Collected-ish

Just like taking his kids on holiday tbh

Mans has got plenty of check-lists

He's way too prepared to be stressed

There's literally no way he could be

Jesse has checklists for his checklists

Maybe it's a problem actually,, seems like something people might get checked out..

Oh well..

Jesse is talking to you anyway he can except maybe video call

First,, signal is shit

Second,, don't tell anyone but he has an irrational fear that the video will freeze on a really unflattering frame of him and somehow the call will get hacked into and a photo of that unflattering image will get spread all over the internet..

Yknow only the most realistic scenarios from our Jesse

But yeah,, he loves chatting away with you about how his boys are doing and asking about is kids back home

Aaron Z - Sleeping Like a Log

If anyone is wondering where Z is,, he is napping

Mans has the worst case of jet lag even if they've literally travelled nowhere

Idk how he does it but Z always get jet lag on every semi-long journey, let alone a tour so

He will call you in between naps and tour stuff

He prefers that over texting because he misses hearing your voice

He won't video call though because Jesse's indoctrinated him with that stupid fear

Z will fall asleep on call with you

Be prepared lmao

Robaire - Worry Wart

Ro gets incredibly stressed around tour times so contact tends to be minimal

He's never without a coffee on these tours,, honestly might be unhealthy but we move

You make sure to let him initiate any form of contact,, whether it be a call, texting, or whatever,, so you don't stress him out further

Robaire tends to get very in his head about things

Especially when he feels he has something to prove

When Ro does make contact,, make sure to pepper any calls with some affirmation and any texts with the same

He really does appreciated it,, even if he doesn't always verbalise that appreciation

Tae Young - No, you can't bring the local zoo-

Best believe Tae goes to every pet shop,, zoo,, animal cafe and bird sanctuary they go past on their journey

And he's not only seen but befriended every stray animal nearby and became the godparent of its future children

No one knows how Tae does it and they're all a bit too scared to ask

Tae likes to video call

He ignores Jesse and Z

He actually prefers if you initiate it because sometimes he doesn't feel like he's being a bit needy on tour

Tae just wants to see you okay hhhhhh

Sometimes the other will find him scrolling back up through your message history

Tae has a little folder of all his favourite messages you've sent him while on tour in the past and he reads through those too

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Hope you enjoyed !! <3

#4town christmas countdown #4town #4town headcanons #4town jesse #4town robaire #4town aaron t #4town aaron z #4town tae young #4town x reader

[scoopsgf]

What are your thoughts (if any) on Tristan? Cuz i didn't care for him much in S1 even tho my younger self would absolutely have loved that he was being annoying and he did have a lot of chemistry with Rory, BUT i thought he would become more important in the future seasons and then he just... exited (idk if it was because the actor got other roles?)

I do think he had a lot of potential as the enemies(?) to lovers trope for Rory + him being a sarcastic ass and a bad boy-ish vibe who maybe kinda grows up a bit over hs and becomes less of an asshole would have worked well, but idk maybe i just like him because he irritates Dean lol.

also i feel Jess and Tristan would absolutely NOT get along with each other, Jess would think he's a stuck up snob, Tristan would just hate his guts, but also they might accidentally form an unlikely bond over pissing off Dean whom they both dislike a LOT more so maybe it eventually develops into a grudging respect even though they still don't like each other enough to be actual friends.

(wow maybe it really is my dislike of Dean lol)

I have to disagree completely on this one. tristan had no chemistry with rory whatsoever—he was a total creep who constantly invaded her space, bullied her, harassed her, and insulted her by continuously referring to her as a virgin whenever he was in her presence. and yes, his exit was due to chad michael murray being cast in one tree hill as lucas scott (which was a way better role for CMM imo). also tristan = logan, like that’s what a romance between him and rory would have looked like. privileged guy w a silver spoon in his mouth dates a girl from a small town who he constantly demeans and treats like shit bc he operates under the belief that he understands her more than she understands herself. in no universe would jess ever respect tristan, nor would tristan ever respect jess bc he’s too much of a rich snob.

#asks #anon #gilmore girls #anti tristan dugrey #i love u anon but the dude has like no redeeming qualities #also how do jess and rory factor into tristans continued presence here like… is jess just a friend lmao #bc i truly cannot see the two of them ever getting along #but yeah. logan is just tristan’s replacement #he’s the ‘christopher’ if you will