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llamagoddessofficial · 1 year

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Thank you for the commission, @silcatian! Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think this might be the first time I've written a Swap Sans! 👀 I went the true himbo route

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“TSK! HONESTLY!”

...

Huh. You perked up, at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice- he didn't usually sound frustrated when cooking. Unless his brother had walked in with takeout. You closed your work laptop, getting up off the couch and heading into the kitchen.

“What is it?” You poked your head in. Sans was wearing his post-workout gear, fresh out of the shower, he looked remarkably handsome dressed in just shorts and a loose white top with ‘AWESOME DUDE’ written on the front in very faded black marker. He was holding a still-sealed packet of gnocchi and glaring at it; the stovetop was decorated by a saucepan of almost-boiling water, and a second shallower pan that contained some kind of pleasant smelling creamy sauce.

He narrowed his sockets at the packet, as he put it back on the countertop. “THIS GNOCCHI IS ENCOURAGING THE CONSUMPTION OF CARDBOARD AND PLASTIC! CARDBOARD AND PLASTIC IS NOT HEALTHY FOR HUMANS. THAT, I KNOW. I SHOULD’VE MADE MY OWN PASTA FOR OUR ROMANTIC DINNER! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WOO YOU IF MY COOKING IS FULL OF CARDBOARD AND PLASTIC?”

“... Erm...” You were trying not to laugh. You hadn’t been aware tonight was supposed to be a romantic dinner. “Explain a bit more...?”

He jabbed a finger, accusingly, at the packaging.

“THE TEXT HERE CLEARLY INSTRUCTS ME TO ‘ADD BOX TO BOILING WATER’!”

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Oh my Stars.

You tried not to laugh. You really did. But you couldn’t help it, a little giggle came out.

“Sans...” You said, moving over to the countertop and picking up the offending box. “I’m pretty sure it means add the contents of the box.”

He glanced over at you, with those beautiful sky blue eyelights. “... REALLY?”

“... Yeah.” You scanned the package, and it just confirmed your suspicions. “You’ve bought a two person gnocchi serving. And you’re reading the part about ‘to serve two’. It just wanted you to use all the gnocchi in the box, boo.”

“HM.” He scratched his chin, but his happy aura didn’t lessen at all. He always took these things in stride. “WELL, I SUPPOSE THAT DOES MAKE A LOT MORE SENSE. I DID THINK IT WAS ODD.”

Your boyfriend was the smartest person you’d ever met, by no stretch of the imagination. But simultaneously, he was one of the most blunt, and easily confused.

He had multiple PhDs. That wasn't a joke, they were framed on the wall, he collected them mostly just for the fun of it. Statistics, mathematics, ‘puzzleology’ or something, a lot of space related stuff you didn’t understand. Numbers went through his head like he was a living calculator, his propensity for puzzles was absolutely unmatched and his eyelights merely had to scan something for him to make the most incredible difficult conclusions with total ease. A Sherlock in his own right. He explained astrophysics, both theoretical and non-theoretical, as easily as if he was explaining the answers to the morning crossword.

... And yet. He once asked you how to spell YMCA. On your first date, he pondered why humans got salmonella from raw eggs, because he thought it came from salmon. The two of you were watching a documentary about a lion pride and he asked if it was ‘based on a true story’.

Honestly? You just loved him more for it. It was funny and endearing. His line about salmonella had made you so giggly (much to his apparent delight) you’d thought about him all day- every Sherlock needs a Watson, right? You were not mathematically gifted, but that was okay. Sans did yours and his brother’s taxes because he just enjoyed crunching the numbers, and meanwhile, you could explain that when the recipe said the steak needed to ‘sit’ for half an hour, it didn’t mean on a chair. The two of you covered each other’s weaknesses.

Your running theory was that he was just too smart. Day-to-day stuff went over his skull, just like academic stuff went over yours. And that was okay. You knew he wouldn’t judge you for struggling with numbers, let alone for not understanding his long enthusiastic tangents about incredibly complex mathematical theories, he knew you wouldn’t judge him when he openly questioned why the plural of foot was feet but the plural of boot wasn’t beet.

...

... To be fair, you didn’t get that one either.

Sans opened the gnocchi and put it on to boil. It only needed a few minutes before it was already done, ready to strain. Sometimes, you just didn’t understand; he was an absolutely incredible cook, on your first date at his place he’d made seared ahi tuna steaks with some kind of delicious sweet lemony sauce, full of complicated flavours you didn’t understand, pulling out all the stops to impress you. It had completely blown your mind, especially when he openly admitted he wasn’t familiar with cooking with human food.

... And at the same time, when he made tacos for his brother, he filled them with glitter.

Non edible glitter.

You strained the gnocchi for him. It always surprised you, how fast the stuff cooked. He added the pasta to the sauce, tossing it all together and throwing in a little sprinkle of something green, then setting it down to reduce.

You leant back against the counter.

“... You know I’m already wooed, right?” You said, softly. “And not just by your cooking.”

“OF COURSE, BOO.” Confident as ever. “BUT I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH AND IT IS VERY IMPORTANT TO MAKE SURE YOU ARE RE-WOOED REGULARLY, TO ENSURE YOU FEEL APPRECIATED.”

You felt your cheeks get pinker. “Is that one from your dating manual?”

“NOPE.” He winked. “THAT’S A SANS ORIGINAL. MWEH-HEH.”

He held his hand out. You took it, linking your fingers with his bones and giving a gentle squeeze.

“... Well. Consider me feeling appreciated.”

He beamed. “EXCELLENT! MY DATE NIGHT WAS SUCCESSFUL, AND IT HASN’T EVEN STARTED YET!”

He had you giggling again. He always seemed to.

“Do you wanna eat on the couch? That new black hole documentary is on in twenty minutes.”

“ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO WATCH IT TOO?”

“Absolutely. You might have to explain some stuff to me, though. Like... the whole ‘time slowing down as you fall in’ thing.”

“WELL, IT’S VERY SIMPLE, ACTUALLY!” His eyelights flared up into stars, infectious grin spreading across his cheeks. “IF YOU WERE AN OBJECT APPROACHING A BLACK HOLE, IT WOULD APPEAR AS IF TIME WAS SLOWING AROUND YOU...”

You let him continue, allowing yourself to indulge in another of his tangents. You just liked hearing him talk about something he was interested in.

... He thought it was his cooking, good looks and dating manual advice that had won you over. And they certainly helped. But really... it was this sort of thing that had ‘wooed’ you, in the end.

#commissions #hes dumb but not stupid #and youre stupid but not dumb #a match made in heaven amiright

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hudshem · 9 months

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I saw many posts about different translations of first GO season, and wanted to add my two cents

There is no official russian dub of GO, but there is one unofficial, by the Lostfilm studios, and here is a fun detail about it

The voice actor for Aziraphale, Michail Chernyak, is very popular in Russia, and his most known character is Dokko (or Losyash in russian) from the series Kikoriki (Smeshariki in russian)

And this is what he looks like

He's a scientist with a passion for food (mostly sandwiches), and his entire house is basically a giant library

Match made in heaven, amiright? (pun intended)

He also has a black and red disaster of a boyfriend named Pin (who has an adoptive robot son)

They're basically canon at this point, here are some pics of them together

Here's a clip where you can hear Mikhail's voice in the series:

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I thought this was an interesting thing to share, so I hope you liked it (❁´◡`❁)

#good omens season 2 #good omens #gos2 #good omens season 1 #i really like both of this fandoms and wanted to share this for a long time #smeshariki #kikoriki

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andiwriteordie · 10 months

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tough, tried, and true blue | 4k words

“One week,” Will echoes, softer now than before. “One week until we both leave Hawkins.”

“Yeah,” Mike agrees.

“One week until we don’t get to live in the same town anymore,” adds Will.

“Yeah,” Mike repeats softly. He hesitates, watching Will’s expression carefully to gauge his reaction, then adds, “One week until we’re long distance.”

With just one week left until they move away for college, Mike and Will share a quiet moment together.

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byler + boygenius.

(a match made in heaven amiright)

#byler #byler fic #byler fanfic #if you follow my wips i am so sorry #i am fighting for my life against writer's block rn

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fullmetal-angelgrace · 3 years

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@thefrogwild 's bastard chart for ds9, you're welcome

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incorrectmadrigalfamilyquotes · 2 years

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🏳‍🌈

🏳‍🌈 do you have any headcanons (lgbt, race, neuro, etc) that are important to you?

• personal headcanon but isabela's agender and aroace (my triple A threat baby <3)

• she also has ADHD just like me!!

• camilo likes reading antonio bedtime stories every night and as of late he's recently begun reading them with mirabel tagging along. she does the girl voices so he won't have to shapeshift more often and strain his voice.

• if there was a church in encanto, and there most likely is since there's a priest(?) character and i think it was mentioned one time during luisa's segment, félix was definitely a member of the local choir group. that's how him and pepa met :D

• agustín used to be a member too but he was mostly in charge of the piano... until he almost burned the piano, and well, by extension, the church down by accident...

• pepa and agustín get along swimmingly but had a rough first impression on one another. after they set aside their obvious differences when they were younger, they were practically blood siblings. she gave him little noogies everytime they used to bump into one another in town (before juli and gus got married) and treats him exactly like how she treats his little brunito... by affectionately bullying him. ah, siblings, gotta love them amiright folks 🥰?

• félix and juli also get along well with one another but it's mostly because they're the responsible ones of the group AKA the dad/mom friends. juli applauds félix for his resilience and just the fact he got with pepa madrigal the little menace (affectionate) herself in the flesh even after all the times she almost struck him with a lightning bolt by accident proves the two were a match made in heaven somehow. bro's got the guts, she'll give him that. she made sure to give him an extra arepa everytime he went on a date with her... just incase :]

#vas posts #not quote #ask reply #ask meme

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dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt · 5 years

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Neha Sasaki's band has spiked in popularity, bringing in money and the need for a security and protection drone to manage fights and inappropriate conduct at their gigs. The drone (CrYsis7001) was everything Neha hated, reminding her of what she had failed to be, but on one fateful night her friends and mother are murdered by a mysterious corporation: now Neha is on the run and the drone is everything she has. Attacked by it on orders from the law, Neha is forced to confront her past and reprogram it, pitting her skills against those thought to be far superior... and winning. For now. With only the robot as company, she must figure out a way to clear her name and expose the sinister operations of CrYsis7001's masters. Loneliness and desperation drives her to continue work on the robot, until both are unsure of what CrYsis is anymore: he or it, robot or human, man or machine. As unsure as it is, one thing is clear: regardless of Neha's talents, regardless of CrYsis's growing feelings for her, her only ally might be the death of her, as enemy programmers gradually manage to snatch back pieces of CrYsis's control. The task they want him to complete: murder the girl who had made him more than he could ever have been.

#my OCs #new ideas #THEY'VE GOT NAMES OH N O #not the best writing but meh #you get the idea #p cliche amiright #CRISIS #CrYsis #Neha #a cyborg and an Indian/Japanese engineering major #what a match made in heaven #X'D

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warmau · 5 years

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commission: medical school!au baekho other nuest x medical school!aus: jonghyun | minhyun | ren

specialty: is doing his residency in orthopedic surgery

absolutely did not expect to find himself in medical school BUT when life gives you lemons,,,,,,,,,,,, squash them with your muscules and become a surgeon - ya know?

he’s been a sleepyhead his whole life, but waking up and staying up for residency has really -

well, quite frankly, if jonghyun isn’t there to smack him awake with a slipper than well

he wouldn’t have made it this far LOL

when he was considering going into medicine, people were all expecting he meant something like becoming and EMT? not an actual doctor?

because the misconception is oh he’s all brawn and no brain

but baekho isn’t an idiot - his focus and concentration, especially when he’s stubborn about something, is hard to break

so in that way - he’s perfect for med school

because yeah it’s not a competition, but watching people not be able to handle the pressure just reminds him that hey

he’ll come out of this alive - he has to come out of this alive - if REN can do it then so can he

his mom will not stop embarrassing him by telling everyone her sons a SURGEON and he’s like mom not yet and she’s like a SURGEON a S U R G E O N

broad shoulders didn’t fit in the lab coat he got when he first started so he was so stiff he couldn’t even hold a clipboard

he looked like a teddy bear stuffed into a toy jacket - it was so funny but no one dared to laugh

because on first glance omg he’s a big intimidating resident who will probably eat you alive for giggling at how ridiculous he looks

but ,,,,,,,,, quickly that images melts away

because baekho is a sweetheart. he’s big and loud but at the end of the day his heart is covered in icing and sprinkles

helps carry heavy tech equipment for the residents in radiology

helps patients reach the top shelf for their medicine in the hospital pharmacy

carries kids to and from their beds when their parents are struggling or even when they just ask him too

because honestly baekho doesn’t know the word “no”

minhyun is always like “how can you do surgery - it’s so messy,,,,”

and baekho is like “i like being messy”

mihyun looking at the kimchi sauce stains on baekho’s lab coat, twitching: “i- i know.”

likes that a big chunk of his medical knowledge has to do with things pertaining to sports and athletes because it’s helpful for himself

his residency schedule is so speradic but if there’s one thing he can’t bring himself to lose out on is working out

so maybe if you’re lucky

(or you just pass by and see the hoard of students dangling out the hospital window)

you’ll peek and see baekho has changed out of his lab coat and button down and is now in his sweat pants - shirtless when it’s super hot - starting his five mile run down to the river

professors, annoyed: can you all focus on our simulated patient and NOT on mr. kang doing his morning exercise

the resident: uhuh..................what?

this shit happens on a daily basis:

ren: “oh ow i hit my knee! baekhoooooo im going to diiiiiie can you carry me to the lockers?”

baekho not batting an eyelash: crawl there if you have to

but also baekho three seconds later with ren’s fragile body drapped over his one large shoulder: fine let’s go

dark circles when he has to stay up past 24 hours make him look like an actual demon

(but not gonna lie it’s kinda hot)

you never in your life imagined you’d break a bone

let alone you never thought in your life you would break a bone in such an embarrassing way

that when you sat in the emergency room, cradling your arm with gritted teeth - you dreaded the godforsaken question

“well, how did it happen?”

what made it all worse was the fact that you’d expected the usual kind of doctor

middle-aged, residing hairline, deadpan voice

you did not expect,,,,,,,,,,,,a greek god to come bouncing your way with a sympathetic look on his face

“oh, what happened?”

baekho asks you - and you literally lose the ability to speak because woah wait since when was the medical profession hiring male models?

“t-tram-”

“tram? something happened on the train?”

his eyes are kind, comforting and soft but the rest of him is wide and built

your mouth goes dry and he’s so striking it nearly makes you forget the pain your in from ,,,,, you know

your broken arm

with perfect timing - your little cousin skids around the corner, holding the soda he’d snatched from the vending machine

“they fell off the trampoline at my birthday party!”

he announces with a big grin that makes the embarrassment you knew was coming feel ten times worse

baekho’s eyes widen for a moment and you just know he’s holding back a laugh

but instead, he seems to swallow it down and carefully ask you to come with him

your knees are weak, half because of baekho the other half because the pain has just been getting worse

baekho notices and carefully, making sure not to touch your arm - supports you by the waist up and onto your feet

your cousin bounds in after you as baekho has you sit and apologizes for the momentary sting you’ll feel as he tries to move your hand from your chest

you wince, throwing your head back and baekho takes a couple of moments to assist whats happened

he asks you some questions about the feeling and about how exactly it is you ended up falling off a trampoline

your eyes pan over to your cousin, who doesn’t seem to have a care in the world for anything but his soda

“he and the other kids were doing tricks and the parents didn’t want anyone getting hurt so they sent me in to stop them”

you sigh

“and ,,,, like an idiot, i realized too late that i can’t keep up with a bunch of ten-year-olds and just as i jumped - i fell back and landed with my hand on the metal base of the death trap”

“it’s not a death trap - it’s a trampoline!”

your cousin sings and baekho gives him a smile as you groan for him to go out and go find his mom

he happily obliges, waving to baekho with no regard for you - who broke their arm trying to keep him safe

baekho turns his attention back to you and sighs

“well - it isn’t broken. it is fractured though so im going to need to get you some anesthesia before i can set it.”

you nod slowly - making the mistake of thinking you can place your hand down on your thigh

and then nearly cursing when the pain shoots up your arm

your hand flies up to cover your mouth as you apologize - good going, clowning ourselves infront of the hot doctor

but baekho waves it off - “i’ve been in this situation and all i did is curse, you’re all good.”

once you get the anesthesia and baekho gives another apology for if it still hurts - he gets to work on setting your arm back

he does it so fast you don’t even manage a small yelp - the only thing you do imagine is a

“holy shit! oh sorry again-”

he just laughs, “no no - i expect it. anyway, you’ll have to wear a cast for just a bit, but hey - it’s not as bad as everyone says it is.”

you shake your head

“all this over a trampoline”

he shrugs, “believe me people have come in here doing dumber things. plus you were just trying to be a good cousin right?”

you feel all warm with how considerate he’s being, but you bat it away as soon as the feeling comes up

let’s not get a crush on a doctor that’s just doing their job!

baekho comes back and gets the cast on - he’s so gentle and careful that it’s kind of shocking someone so ,,,,,,,, imposing can be so soft

once the cast is on - you make a joke about how now you can go back to the party and get all the kids to sign

baekho’s eyes sparkle for a moment “can i be the first?”

you shyly agree and watch him pluck a pen from his front pocket, he writes something and then gives you a prescription for some pain meds in case your arm starts acting up

you have trouble getting off the examination bed, so once again baekho helps you with support around your waist

you finally look down when he leaves the room at what he wrote on your cast

and nearly stumble over and fracture your OTHER arm when you see it’s his number and the words

‘maybe you’ll want to go on a date with me when this is all healed up?’

for a second you don’t believe it - no way, right?

but when he comes back to see you off he smiles and you look at the cast then at him

“really?”

you ask

“only if you want.”

“i- i mean yes”

he grins, leaning forward with a bit of a teasing voice

“in your own words: holy shit, i didn’t think you’d actually say yes!”

you momentarily think he’s playing a joke, but then you realize no he’s just being cutesy

you scrunch up your nose and go back

“aren’t med students not supposed to curse?”

“aren’t people not supposed to break their arms on trampolines?”

you guys already have the couple banter down LOL

dating med school student baekho: obviously you don’t just start dating after one date - but really,,,,,,you and baekho have way more in common than you think, first of all you almost broke your hand trying to save some kids which baekho thinks is badass because he actually almost busted his knee wide open trying to save some stray kittens so like really match made in heaven amiright?, your first date - baekho jokes and says trampoline park but it’s really just dinner at this cool place that has live music and karaoke, and much to your surprise baekho isn’t only a visual god and a med student - he can also sing like an angel?, “hey are you like actually real - no way one person is all these talents put together?” “you flatter me, but believe me - i am real, here touch my five o’clock shadow-” “baekho!”, baekho introducing you to his friends like : this is the cute person i told you i met at the ER! and jonghyun is like omg nice to meet you- REN: HOLY BALLS YOU REALLY BROKE YOUR SHIT ON A TRAMPOLINE? AT A KIDS BIRTHDAY PARTY?, baekho promises not to bring you around his crazy friends after that but it’s fine - you get ren back one day by letting it slide that baekho has shown him the photos from wayback in highschool and ren is like: h and you're like: you tell anyone about the trampoline and it’s over for you, baekho watching you be vaguely threatening: hot, you have your own schedule and baekho is always dying with his residency one so a lot of your relationship is through text, which baekho thinks means: send my significant other 58947382 photos of me at the gym - but like you don’t complain, teasingly goes ‘we can go on a date~ we can go watch a movie OR you can come watch me do pull ups’ but you’re like why would i say no to that and baekho is suddenly a little flustered, you came to visit him one day and drop off his favorite lunch you know because you ~luv~ him and you saw him running through the ER with bear ears on his head after a bunch of kids in hospital gowns and you’re like w? and the nurse is like since it’s halloween he comes down here and plays with the kids and you’re like kang baekho you are ,,,,,,,,, an ANGEL i WAS RIGHT, unlike with nuest if you as much as mumble that something aches or you’re tired - baekho is like i will carry you. get onto my shoulders, get in my arms, let me carry you all the way home i dont care that it’s an hour away my arms will never get tired and you’re like baby chill im ok i just sneezed and he’s like,,,,,,,,,the offer still stands, minhyun was right when he warned you about ‘grizzly bear baekho’ which is just you watching him shove obscene amounts of food in his mouth without regard for napkins and you’re like ,,,,,,,,, oh my god ,,,,,,but also like you can’t take this away from him - he just worked 36 hours straight, bought you a matching addidas sweatpants outfit for your first anniversary and you were like awww these will be cute pajamas and he’s like maybe you can come run with me and you’re like wow are you trying to kill me?, does this cute and kinda dumb but actually nah just cute thing where he pulls your legs around his waist and starts naming the bones in your body and you’ve heard it a billion times but it’s still cute, he tickle fight - but also he cannot control himself so it always ends up more spicy than it started, you the first time you took baekho’s shirt off: wait pause tattoos? and he was like yeah don’t tell the professors thought, he really doesn’t care man yall could be in a hospital room, in the storage closet, at his house, hell he will kick jonghyun out if baekho is in the mood then to caution with it all, jonghyun passes the torch of waking baekho up to you but thankfully your kisses (sometimes more) tactics work better than him getting a slipper to the face, it’s cute you and him brush your teeth together in the morning hehe you help him shave sometimes its so domestic with him, when exam season comes around he puts you in his lap and opens his textbook and even though you fall asleep in ten minutes because ew medical terminology he just enjoys your warmth as he goes through the book, “if you keep kissing every three seconds we’re going to either get kicked out of this amusement park or you are both going to break your mouths” - ren at some point probably, he has moments where the stress gets to him and he just keeps pushing back his hair and grumbling about everything and it’s weird not to see his happy sunshine face but you jsut make it better with lots of cuddles and lots of snacks, baekho showing up to his residency with a big fluffy tiger toy and everyone is like ? and he’s like it’s my sweethearts birthday today so im giving them a present - this is mini baekho, ren: bursts out laughing, jonghyun: put it away before it gets confescated, minhyun: ,,,it’s cute, you send pics hugging mini baekho and baekho is like uwu and then you send a pic where you’re [redacted] and baekho is like OWO, you two can clown each other like smear ice cream cake in each others face or you can show up to the hospital christmas party looking hotter than any two humans combined or you can jsut stay in on your rare off days wrapped up in your pajamas - listening to music together and getting soft butterfly kisses, the duality - tripality idk it’s jsut so perfect with him no matter what, you two sleepy one night with baekho’s lips against your hair “kinda happy you fell off that trampoline all that time ago” you hitting him playfully “stop i was so embarrassed” him, yawning and kissing your temple “prettiest person ive ever seen come through those hospital doors back then,,,,,,,,and still now.”

#nuest scenarios #baekho scenarios #baekho imagines #baekho au #nuest imagines #nuest au #med school au #college au #member: baekho #dongho scenarios #dongho imagines #dongho au #baekho #nuest #sfw #writing commissions

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tinkdw · 6 years

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hi I don’t know if it’s just me, but does it feel like d/c’s relationship has been kind of stagnant for the past few seasons...? i just don’t sense much development but it could all be in my head. maybe it’s bc cas can’t be in every episode so it feels like he has a very set role

The TL;DR version is: WE, the audience, know they love each other romantically. THEY are written as thinking they can’t have each other (he doesn’t love me that way / I’m only needed not wanted / everything I touch turns bad / I’ve done nothing but screw up his life / I’m poison).

Cue audience frustration

Why?

Dean/Cas as romantic since mid season 11 has been growing at an alarmingly massive rate but it has grown as a love story core to the plot, not as a bunch of wink wink nudge nudge moments as it had been many times previously.

It’s not a JOKE anymore it’s CORE TO THE PLOT.

So yeah, we haven’t had so many moments like Thelma and Louise or lip licking or boner scenes but we’ve had Cas literally tell Dean he’s in love with him then telling the rest of the family that he loves them, surrounded by a bunch of peripheral characters prior to this in s12 doing their own rendition of singular v plural (like Magda’s mom “she did this to me, she did this to us” etc) then finally in season 13 this came back again with Jack’s reminder of this moment in the finale just as Dean is with Cas and saying yes to Michael to save the others and the world just as Cas originally helped him avoid. Of all the ironies amiright.

Because in between this we had the Empty literally telling Cas he knows who he loves and that there’s nothing for him there and Dean running around for 3 years yelling “what about CAS?!” at every opportunity.

It couldn’t be clearer that Dean’s mourning for Cas was different to Sam’s. That Dean’s grief is what caused Jack to reach through the veil and wake Cas up. Insert gif of “gay love pierces the veil and saves the day”. Cos I mean JEEZ. Plus this reminds us again of how Amara had to reach through Cas’ heart to get to Dean at the end of season 11 even though they were apparently “bound” but ahem no, she had to work through Cas to get to Dean because Dean’s chosen bond with Cas was way stronger than the forced bond with her. She couldn’t contact him until he was thinking about Cas and she hovered her hand over his heart to feel the link then she was able to speak to him. TWICE. Like… this is all canon and it doesn’t really come across as platonic you know? All this heart symbolism and it being clear that something here is deep and meaningful, meanwhile Dean is going through his personal arc of accepting who he really is and a huge amount of that is stuff like ahem, riding Larry, and a whole bunch of stuff over 13 years leading us to see him as bisexual and at the same time he happens to have deep and meaningful and different feelings towards one dude in particular who tells him he loves him then Dean goes and makes him a mixtape and is so friggin awkward like a teenager with a crush who at the same time is not sure what he can and can’t have, is going through a whole personal arc of self worth and acceptance where he’s flitting between letting himself have what he wants but then also holding back so he gives him the friggin mixtape but is also like “buddy” “pal” cough um, I mean, uh, here have this tape I made you and let me look after you here’s a beer though you don’t need one, do you need a back rub? I mean, uhh.… ok this is all a massive coincidence right? Pfffft.

Meanwhile it couldn’t be clearer that Cas thinks Dean is not in love with him, that he feels rejected romantically and this is the basis for all of their interactions in season 13. Dean being all “oh I was grieving and nearly died myself until you came back but then I immediately went “welcome home pal” and suppressed the CRAP out of all those feelings and then went on to tell you you were brought back cos we needed you back which is such horse shit everyone was screaming at their tv “NO THE ONLY PERSON WHO NEEDED HIM BACK WAS YOU DEAN AND YOU DONT NEED HIM, YOU WANT HIM! IT’S NOT THE SAME!”. The only reason Jack at that point needed Cas back was because Dean was being such a dick to him because of what he did to Cas. Like… ain’t no sub to that text. Again that’s all canon.

We then had Sam’s “we need you, I need you” to Gabriel which was clearly NOT ROMANTIC but emphasised both the fact that Cas thinks Dean’s “I need you” was not romantic and therefore feels rejected AND the plural/singular thing.

We have Tombstone where Dean’s been a mess for 5 episodes then Cas comes back and he’s BEAMING. But to Cas nothing has changed, he doesn’t know Dean was a mess, to him Dean’s just being Dean but we the audience see the huge change. This then builds all season up to Dean’s BS “we needed you back” no chickflick moments totally suppressing the truth comment to Cas so Cas has no idea of what really happened and how it all hinges on Dean’s feelings for him.

We have the Donatello thing where the reason Cas goes full on triggered and ends up doing what he does is because he hurt Dean. When he hurt Sam it was like oh bad times but whatever lets just tie him up and ask him questions.

Hurting Dean though?

Like… sure of course it’s all still subtext and if they really wanted to they could chicken out because noone has said “I love you” in a direct and open manner to the other without the other thinking it’s not really what they mean or rejecting the crap out of it because they don’t think they’re worthy and causing them to feel rejected but it would make no real narrative sense at this point other than as massive queerbaiting and storybaiting because they’ve built them now so far in the context of the plot as intrinsic to each other and to the plot itself as romantic now.

Like, what is the point of all this if not to lead here you know? You just wouldn’t bother making it romantic in the first place. You just wouldn’t bother building the plural v singular and need v want and perceived rejection over the course of 2.5 YEARS if not to go somewhere with it all when it all points to the same conclusion?

I think a big problem rn in the narrative and fandom is that both of them feels the other has in the past or is currently romantically rejecting them. Their feelings are stalled and suppressed which makes us watching it feel it is stalled / suppressed even though it’s built into the narrative more than ever.

WE, the audience, know they love each other romantically.

THEY think they can’t have each other so act accordingly awkward around each other instead of flirty / like they think it could happen so it comes across on screen like they’re not interested in each other even though at every opportunity around it we are being continuously told they are.

Cue audience frustration.

^ That’s the point we are at now ^

THEY think the other isn’t in love with them in return and that there’s nothing for them there (Cas) or that they don’t deserve that love (Dean) or a mix of the two plus a whole bunch of “he’s confused and doesn’t know what he wants we’re better off as friends anyway and everyone I touch / love ends up dead and if we ever did get to a point where our lives weren’t this apocalyptical mess and he still felt the same way maybe then when we’re on the beach sipping beers in matching Hawaiian shirts then I could entertain the thought of us together and offer to put lotion on his back and go from there but at this point it would just end badly and I don’t think I could lose him again after getting together it would just hurt even more and I can’t do that to either of us”.

Remember in season 9 when Cas was human and they were at a point of literally flirting so much Sam was like WTF

But then Cas had to become an Angel again to do his duty, to help Heaven, save Sam etc and Dean was like dude what why did you do that are you ok with that and Cas didn’t answer at all except to say he had to do it. Like, they literally built in that episode what would happen if they were actually allowed to do what they wanted for once, which was whatever the hell was coming after all this flirtation ^, it was a massive exposition of what Cas wanted instead of what he thought he needed to do to be useful. It was “hey look this is what Cas wants but he is stopping himself from having it but remember this and bear with until he gets to the point he can allow himself to have it”.

Which is again exactly what Dean’s Hawaiian shirt speech was in 13x23!

=>These are exposition of what they want right before forcing them to reject it in order to be useful to save others. Exposing their desires to make it even more heartbreaking when they reject it out of their selfless desire to help others.

BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT HEROES DO.

You can’t really build a hero without first showing what they want so it is even stronger when they suppress that in order to help others. I mean, you could but it would be pretty hollow, showing what they want and then not allowing them to have it until their happy ending is kind of how you build the tragic hero story, otherwise it’s kinda like meh what’s the alternative? Give the audience the alternative, what they want, then take it away from them due to their selfless desire to help others, that’s what makes a real hero story. Then give them their happy ending and the audience will have wanted it for so long for them they’ll love you for it.

Like - SPN fandom is mostly a bunch of people yelling “why can’t they just be happy?! Give Sam a dog! Let him have friends! Let Dean cook and have his Dean cave! Let Cas feel loved!” That’s because it’s been so well built this way to make us want this for them and them not having it for years.

Make the audience want something then hold it back - lesson 101 of building their engagement with the story.

TL;DR since mid season 11 they’ve given us so much Dean/Cas as romantic that the GA have started noticing, it’s a serious topic in interviews eg Dean and Sam’s reactions to Cas’ death and more and more people are seeing it as romantic (even the anti Destiel people are foaming at the mouth and yelling at TPTB because they can’t deny it in the text of the show anymore), whilst also building it that the characters themselves think it’s NOT romantic or that they just can’t have it and I think that’s where this perception that it isn’t comes from - the characters own perception that they can’t have it.

But the narrative is showing us it bloody well is romantic AF but the characters are suppressing it, so buckle up for when they realise they might be able to actually have it.

#destiel #destiel meta #tinks meta #destiel in dabb era #andrew dabb #dabb era #Anonymous #storytelling #unrequited love #love story #lessons in subtext

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adrinette-forever · 6 years

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Miracu-Hack

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Ch 1 | ?

Summary: With hacker Hawkmoth and his Akuma virus active in Paris, no one is safe. Through spyware and malicious software, he’s stolen countless identities, wiped billions in bank savings, and more. Even with all of Paris’ cyber security force on the job, no one can track down the elusive cyber-terrorist.

Marinette is just a college-level web developer...certainly no match for Hawkmoth. Like many others, her family has been hit by the Akuma virus - their life savings stolen, their bakery slandered online. So when she downloads an AI claiming to be able to stop Hawkmoth once and for all, how could she say no?

Chapter 1

Marinette stared at the email sitting innocently in her inbox.

🐞 Marinette, you have the power to stop Hawkmoth! 🐞

It was spam. It had to be.

Cheap first name token, oddly random emoji, tantalizing offer… it was even flagged as top priority, for heaven’s sake. Everything about it screamed spam.

And spam email was how it always started. Everyone knew that.

Then again, spam was so sophisticated these days. Whoever had made this one was clearly behind on the times, and maybe that was the reason Marinette couldn’t bring herself to just delete the damn thing.

That, and the fact that it had made it through to her actual inbox.

Marinette sighed and spun away from her desk. She had a website commission to finish—she certainly didn’t have time to sit here mulling over what should have been an obvious answer: Mark the email as spam, block and delete it, clear her browse cache and cookies, then immediately update her password, security question, and 2-step authentication. Run a security and malware scan. Maybe even create an entirely new email address.

Marinette wasn’t sure how much the extra steps really helped when it came to protecting yourself from Hawkmoth, but what else could you do? Like anyone else, Marinette just had to do the best she could and hope it had just been some lesser scam artist or a wanna-be hacker.

She glanced over her shoulder. Eyed the email.

Her phone buzzed, and loud music split the air. Marinette jumped at the sound, nearly falling back in her chair. Her heart was still pounding as she reached for the phone.

“Hey Alya,” she greeted.

“GIRL,” Alya all but shouted into the phone, forcing Marinette to pull it back an inch from her ear. “It’s 11:04 PM! We DID it! That makes an entire WEEK without something getting through the RenaRouge spam filter.”

Ever since the rise of Hawkmoth, Alya had been working around the clock to develop an email client that could weed out his infamous spam emails containing the Akuma virus. She’d roped a few classmates into helping, of course—it was far too big of a project to handle on her own.

Marinette had contributed, too. Not so much the backend of it—she’d dropped out of the computer engineering degree long before learning those languages. But she’d put her web design skills to good use by writing the majority of the CSS styling.

They’d only opened the beta to a few people, of course. Marinette and the rest of the team being part of that beta.

Marinette glanced at her open inbox. The bright red ladybug emojis stood out impossibly bright against the other emails.

It had come in exactly 4 minutes before Alya’s call. And Marinette couldn’t find it in her to admit it.

“Wow, a full week already?” Marinette forced out, thankful they were just talking on the phone. She’d never be able to hide her lying face in person. “That’s amazing!”

“We’re finally getting the upper hand! Like, god! Can you believe? Nino and I were working around the clock to push out that last update, and god, I feel like I could fly. And it’s not just the 5-hour energy I chugged. Looks like Hawkie-boy’s not so smart after all, amiright? Talk about out-FOX-ing him, ha!”

“If anyone can stop him, it's you, Alya,” Marinette said. That, at least, wasn't a lie. Alya would figure it out.

“I have to call the rest of the team. I just HAD to tell you first,” Alya gushed. “Love ya girl, BYE!”

The call ended. Marinette set down the phone, the email ladybugs still burning spots into her eyes.

They were only in their 3rd year of university, but Marinette knew she had the brightest and most driven classmates out there. Nino, Juleka, Max, and Rose were the most brilliant developers she knew—and, of course, their fearless leader Alya.

Between them, Marinette did know they'd figure it out eventually. They'd stop Hawkmoth. Even if it was a bit too late for Marinette and her family.

Her mouse hovered over the trash can icon, ready to delete the message.

But what if?

What would Hawkmoth even want from her, at this point? He'd taken everything from her family already. Maybe it was some sort of sick automated email he'd set up to trigger after destroying someone's life.

Steal a family's identity, wipe their life savings, classify their bakery as a public health danger in the city records.

The last one would be cleared up before too long. Paris police were used to false claims like that by now.

But it still felt like a kick to the gut. Hawkmoth really had taken everything.

🐞 Marinette, you have the power to stop Hawkmoth 🐞

Marinette clicked.

And immediately regretted clicking.

The opened email didn't even have a message, but she hardly had time to mull over it before something started downloading.

“No, no, no! Not a virus!” Squealing, flailing, Marinette lunged with her mouse for the cancel download option. But it finished before she could do anything.

Heart pounding, Marinette could hardly feel her fingers as a software window automatically opened. The borders were red with black polka dots, with what looked like a pale pink chatbox in the center.

If she didn't know better, she'd think it was just Skype with a fancy ladybug skin.

But she knew better.

"Please no!" Marinette cried, frantically clicking to close the window. But the window didn’t close.

When she heard the blink-bloop of her new chat software receiving a message, she only started clicking faster.

TIKKI: Marinette! Everything's okay, don't be scared!

She hit CTRL-ALT-DEL. In the control panel, she tried force closing the virus-software-thing, which was just called LADYBUG. Nothing happened.

TIKKI: I know this all seems a bit strange to you, but I'm not here to hurt you! :)

Still whining incoherently, Marinette lunged for her desktop’s power button. If she could shut it down before the virus spread too far...

TIKKI: Wait! Please don’t shut me down!

The message, along with the entire screen, froze for a split second as she the desktop clicked off, then faded to black. Marinette slumped to the ground and let out a heavy sigh.

Remembering the last message, Marinette started trembling harder than before. The virus had known she was going for the power button. Marientte’s eyes swiveled up to her webcam. She’d uncovered it earlier to chat and screenshare with a client, so it was her own fault for forgetting to cover it up again.

Slowly, Marinette lifted herself into her seat and reached for her flower-themed stickers. She was shaking so hard it took her several tries to peel one off and place it over the camera lens. So much for an unsophisticated spam email.

Her parents couldn't afford a new computer. They could hardly afford rent. And without a computer, she'd never be able to finish the website commissions she had lined up. She couldn’t help.

She slumped facedown onto her keyboard to sob.

Only to bolt upright again at the whirl of her desktop powering back up. Even though she hadn’t clicked anything.

Her computer loaded up incredibly fast. In mere seconds, it was back on. The ladybug-themed chat box loaded up with the rest of it.

Marinette smothered her scream with her hands.

TIKKI: Marinette, I’m not a virus! Will you please hear me out?

“H-How do you know my name? What are you?”

Two stupid questions, really. The program would have run a complete background check on her in seconds, including her first name. And despite what the little program said, it was definitely a virus.

TIKKI: My name is Tikki, nice to meet you!

TIKKI: I’m an Artificial Intelligence program created and developed by Miracu-Tech.

TIKKI: I’m here to help you stop Hawkmoth. :)

Marinette blinked at the messages as they appeared. An AI program to help her stop Hawkmoth? It certainly was a lot more effort than she’d expect from a scam.

“Let me guess,” Marinette replied hesitantly, feeling a bit awkward talking to her computer. “You can stop Hawkmoth in exchange for my bank account number, or something?”

TIKKI: No, silly! I don’t want anything in return. I just need someone to help me take down Hawkmoth!

Marinette scoffed. She supposed Hawkmoth had made life much harder for your everyday hacker, considering how beefed up cyber security had gotten since his first strike against the Paris city police records. It made sense that they'd try to band up against him at some point.

“Well, unfortunately you have the wrong girl,” Marinette said. “I don't know the first thing about cyber security, let alone the languages I'd need to know to stop a mastermind like Hawkmoth.”

TIKKI: You were chosen for a reason, Marinette! Want to see what we can do together?

She hesitated. Was she about to become an accomplice in something illegal? Even without being able to see her, the AI seemed able to read her silence.

TIKKI: Let's start with something small. Who would you like to help?

TIKKI: We can reverse the damage that Hawkmoth has done.

“My family! We have to help my family. Hawkmoth…” The words died on her lips. Hawkmoth had taken everything from them.

For the first time, the AI Tikki seemed to need a moment to process Marinette's words. Several long moments lapsed before a message appeared on the screen.

TIKKI: I would love to help your family, Marinette!

TIKKI: But I recommend against helping them first. Hawkmoth may use it as a clue to finding out your identity, once you begin to oppose him.

TIKKI: You MUST keep your identity a secret. If Hawkmoth knows who you are, all your loved ones will be in danger.

“Oh…”

Marinette tried to think of a way around the logic, but there was none. There'd be no point in helping her family if it ended up only endangering them even more in the long run.

TIKKI: Let's help them 3rd or 4th, so Hawkmoth won't connect the dots! What do you say?

Marinette stared at the chatbox. Was she willing to risk it, just for a chance at helping her parents?

There really wasn't much to lose at this point. If Tikki actually was a virus, her computer would be thoroughly infected by now. And she doubted there was much she could do for the rest of the house, either. If the AI could turn on her computer, it could spread to the rest of her home network.

She was going to agree. She knew she would say yes, if only for a chance to make things right again. Maybe it was stupid, but something in her gut said she could trust Tikki.

There was just one part holding her back.

“Why me, though? What reason?”

TIKKI: I can handle the technical side of what we’ll do together, but I need your creative thinking and eye for design, Marinette.

TIKKI: Hawkmoth is using an AI similar to me, except his has been corrupted for evil. Lucky for us, that means his work leaves behind evidence.

TIKKI: If you can find Hawkmoth's mark, then I can take care of the rest.

“His mark? What do you mean?”

TIKKI: My instructions are to tell you: “Look for the butterfly.”

TIKKI: The deeper meaning of that is beyond my processing. Since his mark is invisible to me, I can't even offer an example.

TIKKI: Are you willing to give it a try?

Marinette still didn't know if Tikki was telling the truth or not. But at this point, she didn’t have much to lose.

And what she had to gain…

“Alright. Let's do this.”

#Miraculous Ladybug #Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction #ML fanfiction #Adrien Agreste #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Ladybug #Cat Noir #Adrinette #Lady Noir #Does anyone else see weird symbols appearing on this?#I don't know why they're there or how to get rid of them #I don't see them in draft mode

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valency · 6 years

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Because eyepatches and tentacles are a match made in heaven, amiright?? #Dcon #Dcon2017 #DesignerCon #DesignerCon2017 #Pasadena #FauxTaxidermy #ValencyGenis #GreenGoodness (at DesignerCon)

#dcon2017 #dcon #valencygenis #greengoodness #designercon2017 #pasadena #fauxtaxidermy #designercon

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bbangjaes · 7 years

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omg writing this one gave me mad feels

i hope you like it, thanks for the request!

-mik

SF9 SCENARIO: Helping Their S/O Fall Asleep

Youngbin:

I feel like Bin-Bin would be v v v v caring as a boyfriend in general and, when you couldn’t sleep, he would do everything in his power to help you get rest bc he cared about you a lot (and he wouldn’t want to deal with a cranky gf the next day lmao). He would crawl into bed with you and wrap you up in his arms with your head against his chest. He would stroke your hair or rub your back to help you calm down and boy would you be #lovinit. I also feel lke he would be really warm ?????? so he’d feel like a human blanket and you would be oh so comfy and soft and in heaven so you’d fall asleep super easily in your little Youngbin cocoon (*screams* i feel like he is such cuddler and i love cuddling so much so i’m really struggling rn).

Inseong:

Though he is a crusty little shit, he’d be such a softie with you if you needed help falling asleep. I can totally see him cuddling you and *heaves* singing you to sleep. This actual soft angel boy would hold you all close and sing you some really pretty lullaby or song that would have you dozing off in no time at all (u might also cry bc holy shit this would be a moment). Once you fell asleep, he’d stop singing and carefully give you a lil kiss on your forehead bc 1) fuck yeah, forehead kisses and 2) he was high-key pumped that he succeeded in putting you to sleep with his smooth vocals (i also see him grinning really big to himself bc he’s also cocky af).

Jaeyoon:

Much like Inseong, I feel like our honey voice Jaeyoon would sing you to sleep. He would be very sad and worried about you if you couldn’t fall asleep and would quickly formulate a plan to get his beautiful baby some beauty rest (yo this boy would be on a mission). He would wrap you up in blankets and spoon you while he serenaded you with a v sweet love song (holy moly i am having so many feelings just imagining this lord help me). Oh my would you be so very comfy and relaxed and content with such a lovable boyfriend and would have no trouble at all falling asleep anymore.

I LOVE THIS GIF WHAT A LIFE-RUINING CUTIE

Dawon:

This boy is so damn loud that I wouldn’t be surprised if he was the cause your sleeplessness (like srsly when is he not screaming or yelling lmao i swear to god i love him tho). When it came down to it though, he would try his very best to help his lovebug get some sleep bc sleep is v important who doesn’t love sleep amiright ladies (yo fuck that, sleep is for the weak haha i’m so sleep-deprived rn help me). This honey bun would become a human pillow in order to maximize full comfiness capabilities. Or, in other words, would put on super soft clothes and let you rest your pretty little head on him while he held you close like his most prized possession (yeah yeah i know you’re not a possession/object blah blah i’m just trying to emphasize how much he treasures u damn it). But yeah he’d basically embody the spirit of all things comfy to help you fall asleep and that shit would work like a charm.

Zuho:

YOOOOOOOO ZUHO WOULD BE THE SOFTEST OF THE SOFT. I can see this sweetie being v calm and caring if you needed him to help you fall asleep. He would get into bed with you and wiggle under the covers so that he was super duper close to you bc personal space ???????? that shit is overrated. I imagine him talking to you extra sweetly while he adjusts his position to wrap you up in his long noodle arms and making sure that you are comfy (YALL IM FLASHING BACK TO THIS POST BC HIS VOICE WOULD BE SO SLEEPY IM WEAK). I feel it in my heart of hearts that Baek Juho would be just a complete and total sweetheart and would make you feel so loved and safe and thoroughly believe that it would be near impossible to have trouble falling asleep with this man holding you. Peace. End of story. *drops mic*

Rowoon:

THIS POOR MOM WOULD BE SO DISTRAUGHT IF YOU COULDN’T SLEEP. Seokwoo would be the embodiment of all things stressed tf out bc he would always be nagging you about getting enough sleep, eating nutritious food, taking good care of yourself, etc. He would try giving you a glass of warm milk or some shit like that to help you falll asleep but it wouldn’t work and he would be back to square one. When the frazzled mom ran out of options, he’d finally just cuddle you (i’m laughing so hard bc he would be so clueless and wouldn’t realize that cuddling is always the solution poor thing). Our giant man-baby would wrap you up in a little Rowoon burrito and you would be really really comfy and it would just be really great (well damn it now i’m hungry bc i wrote the word burrito).

Taeyang:

This boyfriend would be v v v v v v v soft and sweet if his boo couldn’t sleep. He would make sure that you had enough blankets and pillows and would ask if you wanted to sleep in a shirt of his or something illegally cute like that (i’m drowning in the feels bc he would be such a sweet lil bun). He would cuddle you and hum some pretty-sounding nonsense that would be oddly pleasing and soothing to help you relax. IDK WHY BUT I JUST IMAGINE HIM STROKING YOUR HAIR AND LIKE PLAYING WITH IT BETWEEN HIS FINGERS AND SHIT (lms if u too like it when ppl play with ur hair bc i think it’s the best thing since sliced bread). Yo he’d be extremely soothing and so sweet that you would practically get a damn cavity and you would not struggle in the least to fall alseep thanks to your boyfriend Tae.

Hwiyoung:

Have no fear, Hwiyoung is here. This needy little cuddle monster would be more than ready to save the day and cuddle you into submission bc I honestly feel like this boy’s true calling is cuddling for some reason. He would be the cutest little puppy and would practically pounce on you bc he would want to get in bed with you A.S.A.P. He would snuggle you so close to him and would make sure that there was no part of you left untouched by his softness (ok that might sound a lil dirty but i promise that, for once, it was not intended that way lmao). Oh me oh my you would be in heaven bc Hwi is low-key a cuddle master and the true definition of cuddly (like seriously i imagine him being a complete cuddle god). Let’s just say that your sleeplessness would be no match for this boyfriend.

Chani:

I KNOW I SAY THAT THEY ARE ALL REALLY SOFT BOYFRIENDS N SHIT BUT I SWEAR TO GOD THAT CHANI IS HANDS-DOWN THE SOFTEST BOYFRIEND OF ALL. *takes a deep breath* Okay, I’m ready. I genuinely feel like Chani is the type to fall really hard for a girl and that you would mean the literal world to him if you were his girlfriend (idk why but i just see him being head-over-heels when he is in love with someone) so if you had any type of problem, he would try v hard to make you happy. If you couldn’t fall asleep, he would sort of just casually slip into bed with you and lay so that you two were face-to-face with your foreheads touching and the he’d look down like a shy little bean and talk to you about the weather or something random bc why the fuck not. I can also see him playing with your hands and doing that thing where you sort of rub your thumb around in a circle and it’s just really soothing and cute and UGH (yo i just imagine chani being super fascinated with hands i’m not really sure why). Ok this getting really long now but what the fuck did you expect from a Chani stan. But I just see you two giggling and chatting until you both fall asleep and your worries would just vanish and you would get some good ass sleep. THE END.

(yes wow look at that quality gif made by yours truly)

#sf9 #sf9 reactions #sf9 imagines #kpop reactions #sf9 icons #sf9 gif #boyfriend sf9 #sf9 scenarios #mine

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just-a-broad-abroad-dublin-blog · 7 years

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3 cities, 4 girls, 8 days.. result: Spring Broke

As some of my more loyal followers know, I recently returned from my spring break. In eight days, me and 3 friends travelled to Paris, Barcelona, and Lisbon. Let me tell you.. it was a ~time~. We made friends in every city (mostly because we are so shamelessly American).

Day(s) 1-2: Paris

On our first day, we went to the catacombs. (Pro Tip: Buy the tickets BEFORE you get there! ) At the catacombs, we made out first friend. He was the cutest little man (who of course only spoke French) and he was in charge of checking our tickets and giving us our audio guides. When he gave them to us, he thought it would be funny to put mine in any language, but English. (TG he put it back into English before we started touring around) After the catacombs, we wandered to a cute wine bar where we had Rosé and crepes. We, then, proceeded to find an Irish bar and watch the 6 Nations Rugby match (typical).

The next day, we decided to go on the free walking tour advertised at our hostel...

We arrive to the meeting place and that is where we met Oliver. Oliver was our tour guide and he was obscenely hungover. Despite the smell of stale alcohol and unnecessary sunglasses, Oliver gave a highly entertaining tour around the city. He studied acting and was really committing to the many performances throughout the tour.

Once our tour was over, we went to find lunch. We walk into a restaurant that was WAY too nice for four girls who just took a free walking tour, but we tried our hardest to blend in. We got a bottle of wine and I somehow thought I was ordering a ham and cheese sandwich, but somehow got a plate full of prosciutto. Not complaining, but mildly confused.

After lunch, we ventured off to the Eiffel Tower. It was truly an adventure because we were a solid 45 minute walk away and after a 3 hour walking tour I had zero desire to do anything, but sit and drink wine. But I was obviously out voted because ~when in Paris, amiright?~

Day(s) 3-6: Barcelona

On to the next one...

We got to Barcelona absurdly early on Monday and spent most of the day just trying to stay awake.

I have a friend who is living just outside of Barcelona who I wandered around the city with on the the first day.

Few facts about Barcelona: They eat dinner at like 9pm (and that’s early), Everything is so inexpensive (aka wine), and if you are nice enough to the waiter he will give you free shots at the end of your dinner. Suffice to say, our first night in Barcelona was a grand time.

The highlight of Barcelona, for me, was the cooking class we took. Just imagine 4 college aged girls and 6 soccer moms cooking things and being served wine. It was a blast!

Day(s) 6-8: Lisbon

We finished our trip in Lisbon, a few highlights...

-Our hostel was heaven (they gave us apple cinnamon tea and unlimited wine with dinner)

- Every night, our hostel made dinner and hosted evening activities like a rooftop bar, pub crawl, and live music... for ONLY 10 euro!

- We met an Australian who happens to be working in Dublin, lol wut?

- We tried shots of cherry liquor in chocolate shot glasses

- Got caught in the rain and found a bar in the middle of the street divider with blankets and amazing cocktails (at 11am)

All in all, an amazing trip with some pretty amazing humans.. Good thing I get to spend my last 6 weeks in Dublin working on reports

Stay Glittery

xx Michelle

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I dream of Djinni

Sam x Reader

Content: Fluff and light smut

Word Count: 3226 (Sorry, this one was really long, but I kept it as short as possible and I for one found it really interesting, but, hey, I’m bias).

Sun danced through the cream lace curtain kissing the dangling crystals and casting colors about the room. You shifted, body thick with sleep, yet oddly energized as if you didn't spend half the night killing vampires. You wiped the sleep from your eyes, crisp clean cotton sheets slid over your naked skin drawing a tendril of confusion. You perched up on your elbow, startling as a mass jumped up onto the bed, bright green eyes staring inches from yours. The cat mewed, ducking is fuzzy head to nuzzle against your cheek.

“Baby?” A soft husky voice matching the gentle morning light vibrated against you.

You jerked stifling a gasp. A heavy arm eased off the curve of your hip, the attached hand pressing firmly against your hip, pulling you towards the owner. Warmth and comfort swirled around you like perfumed air. You rolled to your back, cat opportunistically half climbing on your chest and laying down. You peered to your left taking in the man laying nude beside you. His body pressed alongside yours intimately. He gazed into your eyes as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You study the gold swirling in pools of ever-changing hues, long chestnut hair framed a gorgeous face, and dimples peeked out from a tender smile. The man reached over you rubbing the cat's head with his thumb, expression affectionate.

“Wait… I know you…” You mumbled tracing the line of stubble on his strong jaw. You eyebrows knit as you pulled at a memory that felt buried under stories of cement. “Sam?”

The man chuckled, the sound inviting thoughts of a fluffy blanket fresh from a dryer. “Uh, yeah, sweetie. You feelin’ alright?”

He cupped your cheek, callused hands caressing the warmth of your skin. His brows pressed together in loving concern. You caught his hand, savoring the simple touch. The heat of his touch eased your mind, erasing every ounce of any emotion edging away from pure bliss. You sighed happily. Sam pressed his lips chastely against yours. You hummed, smiling.

“Guess I'm just ask half asleep.” You mumbled.

The cat broke the atmosphere with a sharp cry followed by an onslaught of purrs. Sam grinned withdrawing his touch.

“This guy is hungry.”

He threw the covers off climbing grin the bed with long toned limbs. You stared openly at his naked form add he walked around the bed. Muscles rippled with relaxed comfort a good night’s sleep brought. Your gaze traced the lines of his broad shoulders, down his strong back and taut buttocks. He scooped up the cat, holding the animal against his chest before dropping a kiss to its head. The cat responded with a purr. As your eyes dropped lower, you were inclined to do the same. You raised an eyebrow, smirk twitching your lips.

“Well, good morning then.”

Sam ducked his head smiling shyly. “Heh, sorry… it is the morning.”

You bit your lip causing a shadow to flicker in his eyes. “I'm not complaining, Mister.”

Sam inhaled deeply, muscles twitching and tightening in his abdomen. He held out a hand. “Two minutes and I'll be right back.”

Your smirked deepened as you pulled down the covers revealing your breasts to the air. His throat moved as he swallowed hard. “One minute or I start without you.”

His eyes flicked between your face and the curve if your chest, lips tightening into a thin line. He wavered on his feet torn between feeding the cat and diving in top of you. He rose a finger, confirming your one minute deadline and rushed out the door. You grinned watching him leave before stretching out in the bed. Except for the nagging feeling tugging at the back of your mind insisting that you were forgetting something, you felt like you were in heaven.

Sam was back in three minutes. He slipped between the sheets flushing your bodies together as he ran his hands over every inch of your body. He kissed you, long and slow. Every movement he made was leisurely, drawing out each sensation and igniting sparks in every nerve. When pressed into you, warmth blanketed around your bodies growing with every steady roll of his hips until fire licked your skin and you teetered at the precipice, then like the sigh of his name leaving your lips you fell from the edge, melting and shuddering against him.

Sam left your bed an hour later after lingering caresses and cuddles to scrounge up some breakfast. You took your time showering, letting the high pressure knead your back muscles where the usual knots in your shoulders were suddenly gone. Like the bedroom, the bathroom was bright, airy, and clean. As you stepped out on a spot carpet the cat padded in. You wrapped yourself in a stark white towel add the cat licked the water dripping down your calf. You gave the creature a pat on the head, then scratched its chin to get a look at its collar. The metal tag read, “Rye” which you shrugged off as weird.

You came down the stairs, dressed and ready for the day with Rye at your heels. Sam, dressed similarly in jeans and a tee shirt smiled brightly at you as he plated French toast on the table straight from the pan.

“Butter and sugar are on the table.” He nodded to the condiments. “I'm warming up the syrup and coffee will be done in a minute.”

“What? No bacon?” You teased wrapping your arms around his narrow waist. “Does this mean you're getting bored of me?”

He twisted around capturing your lips in a sweet kiss that proved he had tasted some of the syrup. He bumped your nose with his and smiled. “Never.”

You pecked him back before breaking away to take your seat. Without waiting for the syrup you buttered the toast and applied a generous amount of powdered sugar. The two ingredients melded together forming a thick layer of icing over the battered bread, all of which melted on your tongue as you took a bite. You moaned in appreciation.

“Careful,” Sam said slipping toast on his plate. “We don't have time for round two.”

You pouted. “I wasn't thinking it, but now that sounds like a fantastic use of time.”

He chuckled bringing a smile to your lips. “Be that as it may, Dean's going to be here shortly, and so is your sister for that matter.”

“Oh.” You frowned, the tug in your mind twisting into an itch. The light dimmed a fraction as you leaned into the feeling. “Why's that again?”

“It's Sunday.” Sam explained matter of factly. “You know… the day we set aside to spend time with them?”

His tone seemed so confident it eased the itch into a dullness you could ignore. But the nagging refused to dissipate completely this time. You chewed your lip wondering whether or not to confront it.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sam reached across the table, fingers curling sounds yours in a gentle squeeze. Brightness entered the room again bringing a sense of calm clarity into your mind. You leaned forward smiling at him.

“I'm perfect.” You gestured at the half eaten breakfast on your plate, then to the whole room. “All of this is just… perfect.”

He chuckled softly, chin ducking down. After a moment, he lifted his eyes to yours. “I know what you mean. I can't imagine what I did to deserve you.”

You hummed happily. “It's probably that thing you did with your fingers earlier.”

He laughed, head tilting back. Licking his lips, he looked at his lap. “Yeah, maybe. You do enjoy that a lot.”

The doorbell rang interrupting the moment, but nothing could disturb the joy singing in your heart. You snuck a kiss on Sam's cheek before hurrying to the door. Dean wrapped your in a tight hug the moment it opened. Your sister grinned at you as she opened the gate. She bounced up the walkway through a perfectly manicured garden.

“Move over Dean!” She ordered goodnaturedly, “Let me hug Y/n too, geez!”

She threw her arms around you the instant he let go. Her soft hair tickled your nose and the familiar scent of her deodorant wafted around her. A tender sorrow cut through the elation. A single dark cloud marred the flawless blue sky.

“Hey! You get to see her all the time.” Dean objected crossly. “I only get to see her for a second before my brother's all over her.”

“Dean!” Sam shot him a disapproving look from the doorway.

“Well it’s true.” He complained through a goofy grin. “Hey, man.”

Your sister pulled away quickly whispering in your ear. “At least the sex is good, amiright?”

You snorted elbowing her in the side. The reaction only made her giggle earning the two men's curiosity. Your sister pinched her lips together badly hiding her obvious innuendo.

“I guess that's our cue to give them time alone. You ready, Sam?” Dean asked.

“In a minute, I gotta clean up and shower.”

You smiled gratefully giving him a quick kiss. “Thanks, hun. I'll see you later?”

He squeezed your hand as you pulled away. “You got it. Remember the four of us have dinner tonight at 8.”

Your sister pulled on your hand dragging you away from the boys.

“Don't talk too much about me!” He called out returning your wave.

“No promises!” Your sister yelled back closing the gate behind you.

The day went by in a blur of colors and moments never straying from the complete contentedness that swallowed your brain in a mesh of euphoria. Dinner went better than any outing you ever remembered. After toasts, jokes, and an incredible meal you stumbled back home with Sam. His arm draped over your shoulder in casual closeness as you shared laughter up until the time you snuggled into his side under clean blankets. Before sweet sleep eased you into dreams, he placed a lingering kiss against your temple.

Light filtered through lacy white curtains. You blinked awake, but didn’t stir. A throbbing deep in your brain brought worrisome thoughts to stir. A cat jumped on the bed, a flash of metal with the word “Rye” inscribed on it caught your eye. You pet the cat eliciting a round of purrs. Your brows pinched together as a nagging feeling groped at your thoughts. You turned to see a man sleeping peacefully beside you. A name surfaced paced your thoughts, his face inspired warmth and comfort.

“Sam?” You brushed a strand of hair off his face. “Sweetie?”

He groaned awake, smiling the instant his eyes peeled open. “Mornin’ baby.”

He pulled you to him for a gently kiss. You grinned. “Lemmie feed the cat and I’ll be right back.”

He chuckled sleepily. “M’kay, I’ll try to wake myself up by then.”

You smirked. “I’m sure I’ll get you up in no time.”

The nagging grew as you descended the stairs into the kitchen. Rye brushed against your calves as you pulled out his food. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something was right on the tip of your tongue. You rushed back up the stairs to find Sam over the covers now, naked skin bared to morning air. Your gaze lingered over his tan toned body, muscles relaxed and tensed. You followed the lines of his body to where a single muscle rose unashamedly. You rose an eyebrow with a bemused smile.

“Well, good morning Mr. Winchester.”

He laughed and you jumped on the bed. He caught you on the bounce, hands spanning over your back as you kissed him teasingly. Much like the morning prior, warmth swam against your bodies bringing a sense of comfort and safety. You straddled him taking your time to pepper kisses over his throat and collarbone. His hands gripped your hips, but he let you set the pace. Your head lolled back, eyes rolling up as the myriad of sensations seized your body. You slouched over embracing the intensity, Sam rolled his hips steadily trading off control. When you rolled away, he held you close whispering affectionately in your ear. Eventually, he let you slip away to the shower. Rye licked your ankles as you stepped out. You frowned as the nagging came back full force, urging a the beginnings of a headache. You scooped up the creature paying it attention as you got ready for the day.

Sam was downstairs fixing French toast in a frying pan. He smiled as you approached the table. You noticed a plate already prepared for consumption. You let Rye jump from your arms. He headed to lap water from a bowl.

“Butter and sugar are already on the table.” He nodded to the condiments as he slid toast on his plate. “And I’m warming up syrup. Coffee will be ready in a minute.”

You frowned. “No bacon…”

“Uh, yeah…” Sam hesitated, his brows drew together as if he noticed something as well. “S-sorry about that.”

“No, no. I’m not mad.” You explained rounding the table to stand next to him. You rested a hand on his arm absorbing the warmth below his flannel shirt. “I just… have a weird sense of deja vu.” You shook your head. “I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Yeah…” He paused. “I know what you mean.”

You slid in your seat. “So what plans do we have for today?”

“Well, it’s Sunday, so your sister and Dean should be here soon.” Sam said as he took his seat. He froze for a moment, then shook his head. He poised to cut into the toast, then set his hands on the table and studied your face. “You know, I feel like we’ve done this before.”

“It’s kinda routine, right?”

“Not just that…” He licked his lips, reservation darkening his eyes. “It’s like we’ve done exactly this before.”

A knock came at the door before you could reply. Dean swept you in a hug with a big easy grin, your sister right behind him. She caught you as soon as he released. The words passing between them deepened the itch in your brain. You glanced at the sky. Its usual blue was dimmer, a few pewter clouds blocking the full sun. Sam came up behind you and you shared a worried look with him. Your sister swept you away before you could discuss it with Sam.

Rye jumped up on the bed. You rose without pretense. A haze hung outside the windows, the light patter of rain filling the room. Your head snapped to the side to find Sam rousing as well. You shared a long silent exchange. Rolling over on your side, earning a disgruntled mew from the cat, you traced Sam’s arm as you compiled your thoughts. The nagging was louder today, creating a buzz that felt so close to surfacing a clarity.

“Sam…” You exhaled worriedly. “Something feels… off.”

He sighed, lips drawing into a line. “I feel it too.”

“Somehow this all seems… unreal.”

He cupped your hand, thumb rubbing circles in your palm. “Do you… remember anything?” You frowned trying to concentrate. “I mean, anything before this? Like how we met?”

Pain pierced the upper left quadrant of your brain. A memory just out of focus fought against the haze. You winced clutching your head. Distantly, Sam sat up in concern. He gently held your elbows. He asked if you were okay, but all you could do was try to pull at the thread. You gasped as the memory unraveled.

“California!” Your hands dropped grabbing Sam’s biceps. “There was a… a Siren in Santa Monica killing all those students in Venice Beach. We ran into each other trying to hunt the same thing.”

Realization bloomed over Sam’s face. Thunder cracked outside. “That’s right and- and it turned out to be two Sirens working together instead of one!”

“W-wait… but that was months ago. I haven’t seen you since!” Slowly, you pulled the cover up over your chest suddenly aware of how naked you were.

Sam quickly climbed from the bed finding clothes and dressing promptly. You took the opportunity to do the same, grateful when he kept his back turned. Rye settled in the middle of the unkempt bed.

“I don’t understand how we got here…” You muttered.

“I’m not sure…” Sam responded glancing over to see if you were dressed. “I have theory though.”

You pulled a shirt over your head, the looked at him. “What?”

“A Djinn.”

“Djinn? Like… as in Genie?”

“Yeah, but an legitimate Djinn, as in from the Qur’an and other texts. My brother and I have run into a couple before.”

“I thought… they grant wishes and stuff. Why are we trapped in this… dream world?”

“Well, the first Djinn we ran into created a world from Dean’s subconscious wish, but it wasn’t perfect. The second one captured a friend into a nightmare, feeding on her fear.” He explained. “So, not all Djinn are the same.”

“Well…” You shrugged. “All things considered, this was a lucky break then. But why are we both here?”

“I don’t know.” He shook his head searching through his thoughts. “I mean… Dean used dream root to rescue our friend from that second Djinn, so maybe…”

“You or I did the same…”

“Yeah, but Dean knew what was going on from the start. He was affected by the Djinn’s magic.”

“So… we both got jumped by the Djinn, but why are we in each other’s head?” You paused tapping a knuckle to your lips. “Although, it could be you’re not really real.”

Sam frowned. “I could say the same for you.”

“Alright, alright.” You waved away the doubt. “This is useless. How did your brother and your friend get out of here?”

Sam’s expression tensed. “Our friend faced her fear and the dream broke.”

“And Dean? With the first Djinn?”

“He killed himself in the dream and woke up.”

You fell silent. “Hell of a risk, Sam.”

“I know.” He sighed. “Tell you what, why don’t I try it and if it works, I’ll come back with the dream root and let you know.”

“What?” You exclaimed with obvious incredulity. “No! Sam, no! It’s too risky.”

“Well, we have to do something.” He reasoned.

You sighed. “You’re right. But maybe we can wait it out until your brother can contact us. He’s always with you right?”

Sam smiled humorlessly. “Yes, but it’s possible he won’t make it in time.”

“And there’s no guarantee that even if you make it out of here you can get to me in time and vice versa.” You crossed the room taking Sam’s hand. “So… together?”

Ten minutes later you sat on the bed with Sam, steak knives from the kitchen in front of you. You leaned against him savoring the feel the dreamscape provided. A storm raged in the world outside. He gave you a tight smile before selecting his knife.

He spoke in a gentle tone. “If this doesn’t work… I just wanted you to know that this… was nice.”

You smiled wistfully. “Same here, Sam.”

Wordlessly you picked up the remaining knife. Cold metal touched the fevered skin over your chest. You took a deep breath glancing at Sam for support. He nodded tightly and you plunged the blade into your heart, darkness stealing your light.

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