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ro-is-struggling · 3 months

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Breakfast In Bed || Clark Kent x Reader

Based on THIS and THIS requests

Summary: Being married to a superhero was bound to have some tough times, you knew that well when you accepted Clark's marriage proposal. However, the last few months were becoming too difficult for you as he was having trouble balancing his daily life and his responsibilities as Superman. Intentional or not, he was neglecting you and you were getting tired of waking up alone every morning. But just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, Clark surprises you with breakfast in bed and a talk that reminds you why you love him so much.

Warnings: a little angst, but mostly fluff, fem!reader

English is not my first language

Word count: 1800

Notes: I don’t know why but I always have the need to write Clark like the most romantic and adorable man in the world, so enjoy! Consider this as my valentine gift to you

You knew your relationship with Clark would be complicated from the moment you learned about his special abilities. You always knew he was far from ordinary, you just thought his greatness had more mundane roots —his kindness, his empathy, the way he cared about everyone and how he always surprised you by remembering even the smallest details, all the normal things that made you fall in love with him. You'd be lying if you said you weren't surprised to learn the truth, but it also explained a lot —the way he sometimes seemed to be able to be on two sides at the same time, his incredible strength and great sense of hearing. It made you worry about the kinds of dangers he faced every day as Superman, but it also made you love him even more. So you decided that you would stay by his side knowing full well that your relationship would be far from normal.

Through it all, you managed to make things work. Clark was very good at keeping his identity secret to protect you. And you were great at pretending that his long absences didn't bother you, making him feel better when he was late for your anniversary dinner after a year of marriage. To be honest, it wasn't always that terrible. You did have plenty of moments of blissful intimacy, away from the outside world and the dangers it presented. And it was wonderful. You loved spending quality time with your husband, even if it was just sitting in silence working to meet some deadline for work. Just knowing he was there with you was enough to make you feel happy, loved.

The problem you had now was that he was spending less and less time at home. He came home late every night, exhausted after a long day at work —both as Clark at the Daily Planet and as Superman helping people in danger. And in the mornings you were lucky if you got to have breakfast together. He always tried to make time for you, to spend a romantic evening at a nice restaurant or curl up on the couch to watch a movie, but somehow work always got in the way. If it wasn't Perry calling him to cover an urgent story for the paper, it was a person in danger crying out for Superman.

It was frustrating because you felt you couldn't say no. Clark would always ask your opinion before doing anything, looking at you with those beautiful blue eyes while assuring you that if you said no, he would stay where he was. But how could you say no when a child in danger cried for their hero or a tragic accident required his presence? There was no way your conscience would let you live with that decision.

You knew his work was important. Both inside and outside the newspaper, he helped people. People in vulnerable situations, people in danger, people who needed to be heard. It was truly noble of him and you admired him for his determination to make the world a better place. That was the biggest reason why you didn't say anything, but the truth was that you missed him.

You missed coming home from work and finding him waiting for you, asking you how your day had been the moment you walked through the front door. You missed going to sleep next to him at night after spending hours sharing work stories over dinner. You missed the warmth of his body wrapping around you in the cold mornings and hearing his voice raspy with sleep wishing you good morning when he still had his eyes closed. In the last few weeks you were lucky if he made it to dinner. Going to sleep alone and waking up alone in the mornings had become your routine. And you hated it.

That morning was no exception. When you opened your eyes you found the left side of the bed empty. Your arms clung tighter to Clark's pillow, inhaling his scent to make you feel less lonely. It was supposed to be his day off, but you wouldn't be surprised if Perry had called him last minute or some catastrophe had gotten him out of bed early. You had barely seen him last night. Clark had arrived late when you were already asleep and you only managed to mumble his name in the dark and hug him when he lay down next to you, and now he wasn't next to you when you woke up either. The day had barely begun and you already wanted it to end.

Letting out a long sigh, you decided it would be best to get up and do something to distract your mind. Clark wasn't there and it wasn't going to do your mental health any good to stay in bed crying all morning. So you dragged your feet lazily to the bathroom, going about your morning routine before leaving the room to prepare breakfast.

Only the moment you opened the door you were assaulted by the smell of freshly brewed coffee. You frowned in confusion, wondering if perhaps you had mistakenly left the coffee maker running all night. However, when you entered the kitchen you discovered that it was no mistake. Standing in front of the stove was Clark, flipping pancakes and cutting up some fruit while humming to himself.

You couldn't help but smile as you watched him move. He still had his pajama pants on and his hair was a mess. You took advantage of the fact that his back was turned to you to admire him silently as a warm and fuzzy feeling spread through you. The sadness disappeared from your system as you watched him carefully stack the pancakes, taking his time to decorate them with little pieces of fruit just the way you liked. He looked adorable, bent over the counter as he arranged breakfast on a tray, ready to be taken to bed. You wanted to run over and hug him, but before you could move from the doorway Clark turned, finally sensing your presence.

"What are you doing there? You're supposed to be sleeping." he said and you could swear he sounded disappointed to see you there. "I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed."

You walked into the kitchen. Just a couple of steps and you were in front of him, wrapping your arms around his naked torso and resting your head on his chest as you hugged him. Clark reciprocated right away, planting a kiss on the top of your head as he breathed in the scent of your hair.

"I'm sorry," you pouted, lifting your head from his chest to look at him. "We can go back to bed if you want."

Clark answered you with a kiss, his lips caressing yours gently. It was a quick kiss, but it still managed to take your breath away.

"What's the occasion?" You asked as you broke away, stealing a strawberry from the pancakes and popping it into your mouth. It wasn't your anniversary or your birthday and it wasn't Valentine's Day, so you wondered what had prompted Clark to make such a gesture to you.

"I wanted to apologize... I know I haven't been around much and I know it's not easy for you, even though you are too nice to tell me."

"Clark..." You wanted to intervene, but he silenced you by resting his index finger on your lips.

"I need you to know that you're important to me, more important than anything else." Clark slid his hand up to your cheek, his fingers caressing your skin gently. He gave you a warm smile, losing himself for a moment in the bright light of your eyes. "Do you remember what I told you the day I asked you to marry me? I said with these powers I could see the beauty of the universe, the flowers blooming on the other side of the planet or dying stars exploding in brilliant light thousands of miles away, and yet, the day I meet you I knew I had to be with you because for the first time in my life the only thing in the universe worth looking at was right there in front of me. That is still true. It will always be true, angel."

"Damn it, smallville!" You let out a giggle, feeling the tears building up in your eyes as you remembered that day —one of the happiest days of your life. You hated the way he always knew exactly what to say to make you feel better, it made being mad at him really hard.

Clark smiled at you, his blue eyes shining with love in them as he gently wiped away a tear that had escaped and rolled down your cheek. "You're the most important thing in my life and I'm sorry I haven't been showing it these past months. I promise you I'll be better in the future. I'll try harder to make this work, to make us work."

"I know this is hard for you too, baby." You said, letting your hands fall from his shoulders to his chest. You knew Clark wasn't neglecting you on purpose. You knew it hurt him as much as it hurt you to be away or to miss a date you had been planning for a long time. Balancing his normal life and his superhero life had always been one of his biggest challenges.

"I know you love me and I know you care about me, you don't have to doubt that. I knew things were going to be difficult sometimes the day I said yes. I understand how important being Superman is to you, it is who you are and I love you for that too. I just... miss you sometimes, but I'm sure we're going to find a way to work this out. We always do."

"I swear if I could love you more I would explode." Clark smiled at you before taking your face in his hands again and pressing his lips together. You couldn't help but smile into the kiss, feeling that familiar warmth fill you inside. It was the comforting warmth of love, of the happiness it gave you to be in Clark's arms after so much loneliness.

That was the Clark you missed so much. The loving husband who wrapped his arms around you and kissed you until his lips were tired. The one who showered you with compliments until you were flustered. The one who didn't hesitate to show you how much he loved you with sweet words or cute details. It had been so long since you had the chance to be alone like that, sharing such an intimate moment, that you almost forgot how good it felt when Clark kissed you or how safe you felt when he put his arms around you. It was a beautiful feeling that you could only describe as the touch of true love. You never wanted to forget it, you were willing to do anything not to lose it.

"I love you too." You murmured against Clark's lips, giving him a quick peck before pulling away from him. "Now, about that breakfast..."

Clark let out a chuckle. "Go back to bed, I'll be there in a second."

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tripthelightfandomtastic · 1 year

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Rebel Yell -D.R.W

Author's Note: I am so happy to finally be able to put this out, this story took me ages but I am so very proud of it. Am I projecting here? Maybe. But hey, I too am living for the single life.

Synopsis: A shitty party gets turned around after a playful game of spin the bottle.

Word Count: 8.5k (you asked for it!)

Warnings: 18+ MINORS NEED NOT INTERACT. Alcohol, mild violence, foul language, rough sex, choking, spanking, slight domination, oral, fingering, raw doggin’ (wrap it before you tap the hottest guy at the party.) Smut but make it Danny with eyeliner.

Pairing: Tattoo!Danny x Female Reader

Have you ever even been to a party where you had a genuinely good time? One without awkward conversations with people you hardly know, one that matches the high expectations for a night that only happens in movies, or one where you have a few drinks and don't feel like vomiting all over the friend's car that drives you home? Well, this is worse than any party you've been to so far. Mainly because you're fucking ex and his friends are here.

You pound the rest of your drink from the plastic red solo cup of Malibu and coke, who fucking made that anyway? It'll have to do until you can get a baker's dozen of shots poured for you to even think about being in the same room as him. The music is loud and obnoxious and the tile of the kitchen is sticking to the bottom of your Docs, but, at least you're in the clear. Looking around for a familiar face you find one of your girl friends you came here with, Summer. She's walking with your other friend who looks like she's had way too much to drink and is making a b-line to the bathroom. You do not envy them in the least, you would go and help but the anxiety building inside of your chest needs to be dampened with more liquor.

Pouring yourself a more than hefty amount of tequila in your cup, you slam the whole double (most likely double and a half) shot down. You cringe and squeeze your eyes closed as you take a breath. You groan as the alcohol burns down your throat when you meet eyes with a guy across the room, some very tall drink of water with long dark curly hair, you saw him earlier in the backyard puffing on a joint with some long haired hippie wannabe looking friend with a stoner laugh to match.

You hold his gaze a moment in the crowded room, you think you saw smudged eyeliner on him earlier and had to keep yourself from nearly falling instantly head over heels for the bad boy in the black leather jacket and Church of Rock N Roll muscle tank. The combat boots and ripped black jeans with the chain hanging off his belt wasn't helping your cause either. He sends a small nod your way along with a subtle yet confident smirk that lights you on fire. You can't help but smile back, you can feel your heart race in your chest as you look away, keeping your cool as best as you can. You've been told before that people can read your mind based on the faces you make, subtlety not being your best quality.

At least you have positive qualities, unlike your ex, Ryan. You had been dating for about two years, your longest relationship to date and your first real boyfriend. It started out great, he was super sweet and funny, gentle and interesting. But he got distant, so distant in fact that he would almost never reply to your messages or calls until it was too late and you started seeing each other less and less. It wasn't until you were out with friends to dinner one night when you saw him there with another girl. Long story short, they had been talking for a while and hooked up a few times, poor girl had no idea you even existed. So yeah, the lying dick head was here and grinding on every girl in sight.

Being single again after so long has been feeling so foreign to you, almost like you were doing something you shouldn't, forgetting you have no loyalties to anyone anymore. So fuck it. Tonight, you were gonna have fun and flirt your ass off. Why shouldn't you?! It's been almost seven months since your messy breakup with Ryan, might as well have some fucking fun for the first time in a while. And hey, if you end up having some stupid one night stand, who cares? You're owed at least one good orgasm that's not by your own hand.

The music is thumping through the house and you've had enough to really feel the music and let your body talk for you. You make your way over to the makeshift dance floor and sway to beat. Closing your eyes and just allowing yourself to let go of the anxieties you were holding on to. You meet eyes again with that curly haired guy again through the crowded floor, damn he's good looking. He takes a sip of his drink, eyes not tearing away from you as you sway your hips up against some girl behind you. She laughs and begins dancing with you, she spins you around and you get lost in the song, your eyes only flitting away to the guy leaning up against the wall who keeps meeting your eyes, his conversation with the three other guys he's with be damned.

The crowd moves to the kitchen as someone brings up the idea of playing spin the bottle. It seems like the whole party has decided to gather in the kitchen, to play or just spectate around the round dining room table. You stand at the table and your stomach drops into your shoes when your ex is almost directly across from you. You move to leave when the hot guy you've been eyeing all night stands right beside you.

"Hey." The tall drink of water says accompanied with a smile that makes you mirror his expression. "Hi." You reply almost shyly, he's quite intimidating to be honest, maybe it's the bone structure or his clothes but something about his warm brown eyes that makes you feel safe to talk to. "Big fan of spin the bottle?" He asks. "I've never played." You answer, fiddling with your rings, your eyes take in his appearance now that he's right in front of you, his smudged eyeliner making your heart skip a beat, fuck he's hot.

"The rules aren't very difficult, I'm sure you'll be a natural at it." He teases, a smile pulling at your lips as he gets a chuckle out of you. "Well, if anything, I think it's a great way to make friends." You counter flirtatiously that makes the man smirk. "I'm Danny, by the way." He says introducing himself, finally giving a name to the gorgeous face, you extend your own introduction when all of a sudden a voice rings out, "Alright, fuckers listen up!" A guy begins to shout, holding up an empty beer bottle. "I don't care if you're gay, straight or anything in between! A spin is a spin! So either play or don't." The guy finishes before spinning the bottle, starting the game. You exchange a look to Danny who keeps his ground, ready to play, come what may.

The bottle spins several times with no real wild kisses exchanged. You're nervous for when it will land on you. The empty Dos Equis bottle is spun and the girl on the other side of you gets a kiss, prompting your turn to spin. You take a deep breath before and your bottle is spinning rapidly, you're practically sweating as the bottle begins to slow, coming to a stop on the long haired stoner guy Danny was talking to earlier. He's cute, tall, tan, with a sweet disposition, why not? The crowd around the table "oohs" as the stoner walks over to you.

He gives you a small but gentle kiss, his hand on your cheek, he tastes like tequila and weed, he smells like cologne and his lips are a little dry, probably cottonmouth. The kiss doesn't last long but the excitement from the kiss makes you buzz with confidence. The guy gives you a wink before walking silently back to his side of the table. You take your place back next to Danny, he whispers in your ear, "I see you've met Sam." He jokes, "Well Sam's a pretty decent kisser." You smile back, Danny gives you a chuckle before he looks back at the game unraveling ahead.

The bottle spins and spins for a few turns, you and Danny quip back and forth, passing the time and flirting a bit as the game rolls on. Danny even gets landed on by a friend of his, some shorter long haired guy who joined him by the wall near the living room dance floor. It's short but kinda cute to see two guys kiss without making a big deal about it, but instead joking about, "Who hasn't kissed their friends before?!" The friend laughs before going back to his spot, saying something in a very drunk and very fake accent.

The bottle takes a few more spins, you watch uncomfortably as your ex kisses some red headed girl for a little too long and gets a little too handsy, only egging on the crowd. You roll your eyes, crossing your arms and standing awkwardly. Danny gives you a look, tearing his eyes away from the scene ahead. "Will these two just get a room already?" He whispers to you. You can't help but show an uneasy expression, Danny must sense your discomfort because he asks you very gently, "Hey, you okay?" You nod quickly in silence, offering no reply. You look over at him, almost ashamed, "That's my ex." You say with a bitter taste left on your tongue. "Oh. Well he seems like a real stand up guy." Danny comments with a sneer, watching as Ryan practically sticks his entire tongue in the girl's mouth. It's like a train wreck, it's awful but you can't look away. A red solo cup is held in front of your face, "Here. You need it more than I do." He hands you the rest of his drink. From the smell of it, coke and fireball, which you happily sink the rest down, you sigh with a slight cringe as the drink slides down your throat. Danny brings his hand to your back comfortingly, "Good girl." He praises. That phrase shouldn't affect you the way it does but holy hell do you feel like a whole new woman. The pair finally disconnects and the game continues on.

Your friend Summer appears behind you tapping your shoulder. "Oh there you are! Danny! This is my friend Summer!" You can already hear the semi drunkenness in your voice as you're introducing her to Danny. He smiles charmingly, "Hi, it's good to meet you." He introduces himself, "Oh, hi." She smiles, but you notice she's got her purse and your other drunk friend in tow.

"We're leaving, Mari is a mess and I'm tired. Are you coming?" She asks, her keys jingling in her hand. They are your ride, but your night just got interesting. Fucking carpooling. You look back at the table and roll your eyes as you come to the realization that the party for you is probably over. "I mean, um, I guess-" "If you want, I can take you?" Danny interrupts, "If you don't wanna go, I can drive you later if you like?" His offer hangs in the air for a moment as you look at your friend, speaking practically telepathically with the other if that all sounds okay to the other. "Yeah. That would be great actually. Only if you don't mind, I don't wanna put you out-" "It's really no big deal." Danny assures you with a smile. Your friend shrugs, "Alright then. Just text me when you get home, okay?" Summer smiles at you knowingly. You widen your eyes at her turning your head so Danny doesn't see your obvious smile as she walks away.

"You really don't have to do all that for me, I can take an uber or something later." "It's really no bother. Besides, I'd hate for you to miss out on having a good time. I think you deserve it, especially since that asshole gets to, I think it's only fair that you do too." Danny smirks as he motions to Ryan. You smile, your heart thumping in your chest with excitement at the idea of Danny driving you home.

The game continues on and the guy next to Danny gets a kiss from some girl and it's Danny's turn to spin. You make accidental eye contact with your ex who just chugged the rest of his drink while his buddies laugh about something. It makes you practically freeze in an almost anxious fear until you hear the spinning glass begin to slow on the wooden table. The last rotations make its way around until the end of the bottle is pointed at you.

You take a moment to even realize it's pointing at you, you look up at Danny, he wears a face of 'I'm down if you are.' A small smile pulls at your lips, this was exactly what you were hoping for when you joined the game. You step forward shyly, Danny brings a hand gently to your chin, "Let's give 'em a show, huh?" He rasps against your lips, only quiet enough for you to hear. You nod before bringing your own hands to his chest, letting him take you to his lips. His lips slot gently against your own, you move in time with his lips. His hands venture down to your waist, pulling you close to his body, he's so tall it makes you feel like swooning here in his arms. The crowd hoops and hollers loudly as you let him slip his tongue in your mouth, your nails come to his back, clawing into the back of his leather jacket. He smirks against your lips, his hands wander down toward your ass, but stays respectfully on your lower back. You bite his bottom lip, grinning as you meet his eyes again, they're darker than before and you want nothing more than to keep kissing him.

You almost completely tuned out the woo’s of the party goers around you until now. You smirk at Danny, knowing damn well you put on a good show, and knowing even more that he's a great fucking kisser.

"Fuckin' slut." A scoff sounds across the room. You turn your head fast to the voice the comment came from. Ryan rolls his eyes as he toys with his empty red cup. Before you can say a word, Danny stands up straight, "What the fuck did you just say?" He asks, his voice is deep, completely sincere in his question and it commands the room in a way that makes Ryan look in his direction. He scoffs again, the crowd hums with whispered excitement, "Just funny is all, a little desperate I think." Ryan says. "It's just part of the game, dude." Danny laughs. “Danny, really, it’s fine.” You say quietly, you gain his attention and he looks upset. “No, I think he’s a fuckin’ asshole.” Danny says to Ryan and the rest of the party. Ryan steps closer, his gaggle of idiot friends behind him making their way through to the side of the table by you and Danny. Sam comes up silently behind you and Danny, getting ready to jump in if the situation calls for it.

“I just think maybe she and I broke up too soon, especially because she was never that freaky with me.” Ryan smirks at you, his friends laugh at his statement. Danny bows out his chest and looks down at Ryan who is only a few inches from meeting Danny’s eyeline. “Maybe you should learn to shut your mouth before it really gets you in trouble.” Danny threatens, his jaw is clenched as he stares Ryan down. “I’m not talking to you anymore, I’m talking to her.” Ryan says as he tries to walk past Danny and toward you, you take a step back, Sam places a hand on your shoulder to help guide you away from your ex while Danny puts an arm out, keeping you out of Ryan's reach. “I have nothing left to say to you.” You say, anger and anxiety adding a tremble to your voice. “We don’t have to talk, baby, what I have in mind doesn't require much talking.” He quips, your stomach churning at his words. “That’s enough.” Danny says firmly, putting a hand on Ryan’s chest, keeping him in his place.

“Get your fuckin’ hands off of me.” Ryan shouts as he pushes Danny but he hardly even moves. “Then leave her alone.” Danny’s voice is deep and threateningly quieter as he steps even closer to Ryan. He smirks over Danny’s shoulder to you, "Oh come on sweetheart, just one last kiss, huh?" Ryan shouts at you. Danny shoves Ryan backward, he falls back into his friends. Ryan’s face twists into a furious scowl as he lunges towards Danny with his fist, but he’s too fast. Danny dodges the hit and swings, punching Ryan right in the nose. It spews blood as Ryan falls flat on his back onto the sticky kitchen floor, his hand comes to his face and his friends are too frozen in shock to do or say anything. A harang of people gasping and shouting and cheering echoes through the kitchen and it feels like time stands still until Ryan shouts, “You broke my nose?! You broke my goddamn nose!”

“Then get the fuck outta here before I break your fucking legs!” Danny bellows at Ryan, his stance is intimidating and large as he leans over Ryan. Scrambling to his feet, Ryan stumbles as he gets up and to his buddies and begins heading for the front door. “Have fun with my left overs, asshole!” Ryan shouts over his shoulder. “You son of a bitch!” Danny shouts as he lunges forward, making a run for Ryan but Sam’s long arms grab a hold of his friend’s large frame first before he can even make it out of the kitchen, allowing Ryan and his posse of douchebags to run out the door.

“Hey man, chill out okay. Just let it go.” Sam says, calming Danny down before letting go of him. Danny turns to look at you, his intense glare of anger in his eyes softening as they settle on you before him. “Are you okay?” His voice is soft as his hands hold your arms gently, bending a bit to speak to you.

You blink rapidly as you try not to let the tears in your eyes fall. “Yeah, I’m uh, I just need some air.” Your voice cracks before you turn and walk out the back door to the backyard, letting the cool breeze of the night wind calm the heat of your embarrassed face. You look up and stare at the crescent moon in the sky, taking in a deep, yet shaky, breath and you can’t help but feel absolutely mortified by the scene that just transpired.

Fuck Ryan.

Fuck parties.

Fuck this.

“Hey.” A voice says gently, almost nervously behind you. You turn to find Danny coming out towards you. You turn back around and quickly wipe your eyes as you keep your arms crossed and your eyes trained up at the sky, dark clouds moving over the night sky and through the light of the moon. "I'm really sorry about all of that." Danny's voice is soft as he comes to your side. The thumping music from the party inside only makes you feel like curling up into a ball, never to be seen again. "It's fine. He's uh, yeah, he's not nice." Your voice is like a whisper, trying not to let it break as you hold back the tears that threaten to pull you down with them. "No, no he's not. I'm sorry." Danny apologizes again. "No I should be sorry, I feel like that was all my fault in there." You say, shaking your head. Danny's hand comes to your back, prompting you to look at him, "None of that was your fault-" "I should've just left when Summer said so. I knew he was here, him and his fucking friends. I hate that you got dragged into any of that. You don’t even fucking know me!" You say with a bewildered laugh as a tear rolls down your cheek. Your words hang in the cool autumn air for a moment before Danny speaks. "I think I know you enough to know that you're a really great kisser." He says with a smile, knowing that would make you forget about the whole Ryan thing, if only for just a second. You chuckle as you dry your eyes, "Oh my God, how could I forget." You smile at him, you can see his features perk up as you finally meet his eyes. "Besides, Ryan just seems like the kind of guy who deserves a punch in the face." He smirks pridefully as he thinks back to replay the look of shock on Ryan's face when he hit the floor.

"It was kinda cathartic to watch the hottest guy at the party deck my ex in the nose." You smile playfully, turning to take in all of Danny's gorgeous face. He smiles charmingly, "Well, I'm just glad I got to kiss the hottest girl at the party." He muses before giving you a look that only makes you want to kiss him again, and again and again. You move to step forward but let your eyes wander to the house, a handful of prying eyes from the fight in the kitchen looking intently at you and Danny's conversation, only reminding you of how you wish you could be somewhere more private.

"If the offer still stands, do you mind taking me home? I think I've had about enough of this party." You ask, crossing your arms to warm yourself from the evening breeze that seems to blow right through you. A smile pulls at Danny's lips, "Yeah I think I'm ready to go too, I'd say we made quite the impression though." He jokes before turning to leave, you walk along with him and head to his car.

Your hands run up and down your arms, trying to preserve whatever heat you can keep from escaping your thin long sleeve shirt. Before you even really notice, Danny pulls his large leather jacket off and places it over your own shoulders. "There." He simply says. You smile to yourself before turning to him as you both walk, the whole thing feels like it swallows you up, the sleeves so long your hands aren't even poking through. "Fits you better than me." He jests with an endearingly sweet look, his smile is contagious and you can feel your cold cheeks warming from the blush on your face. You bury your burning face into the collar of his coat, relishing in the mix of musk and cologne of the well loved jacket.

The ride to your place isn't too long, the conversation is easy and soon you're pulling up to your apartment. The silence in the car is heavy as you think of what to say next. "So-" "Do you wanna come inside?" You beat Danny to the punch, interrupting him. He meets your eyes with a look of subtle surprise, "I'd love to." He says, his voice low and soft in the confines of the car in a way that makes the butterflies in your chest explode.

You show Danny up to your apartment, you close the door and take off his jacket, "Thanks for letting me wear your coat." You say before handing it to him, "What kind of man would I be if I let you freeze to death in the cold?" He jokes before taking it from you, hanging it on your coat rack as you both take off your shoes. You laugh before walking off to the living room, sitting on the couch, Danny follows suit and sits beside you. You both smile fondly and comfortably at each other, unsure of what step comes next. A familiar anxious feeling in your stomach begins to stir, one that could be described as really overactive butterflies when in such close and intimate proximity with a hot guy alone with you in your apartment.

You cut through the silence with a scoff. "For the record, I just wanna say, you're a much better kisser than Ryan." You smirk, Danny chuckles, "I'm sure Ryan lacked in several departments." He smiles to himself, crossing his arms in pride. You stare up at the ceiling and huff a sigh. "Ugh, you have no idea." You wish you could say you had been in more of a slut era than you really were since your breakup, but honestly, it's been dry as hell. "That bad?" He cringes, bracing himself. "He was fine, just, I don't know, kinda… boring?" You reply, shrugging as you try and gently explain how your sex life for the last two years was less than satisfying.

"How bad was it?" Danny asks, you search the ceiling for a moment, Danny stirs next to you, sitting up straight, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry-" "No no it's fine! He just, uh, he just wasn't very um, creative?" You explain vaguely. Danny chuckles, "Creative?" He repeats with a smile, "Just that it was very vanilla I guess? He never really wanted to try anything new or different." "Sounds like he was pretty selfish." Danny extrapolates. "Oh absolutely. If it didn't end with him cumming first, he wasn't super interested." You explain irritatedly.

"He's an asshole." Danny snarks, you just chuckle a knowing laugh. "Most times I had to use my vibrator later when I got home." You cringe with a chuckle as you recount the many nights you spent with a toy between your legs. "What would you think of?" Danny asks softly, "Oh." You pause a moment in anxiety at the idea of having to speak your innermost fantasies to this gorgeous man before you.

Here.

Alone.

On your couch.

You could feel the blush creeping in on your cheeks. "I uh, I liked to think about… ya know, getting tossed around, someone being rough with me." You confess, unable to meet Danny's eyes as you mess with the rings on your fingers. "Mmm, I see now. He was too soft? Too boring?" Danny speaks with a smirk that lights you on fire. "Y-Yeah, I uh, I'd bring up the idea but, he never really did anything new, maybe he thought it was weird?" You shift in your seat, ready to hear the judgment in Danny's voice. To hear the same put off tone like Ryan had. Instead, he places his hand on your knee, you turn to finally look at him.

"I don't think it's weird at all. I like being rough." Danny smiles, you can feel the wave of relief washing over you. "Yeah?" You ask. "Mhm, to take control, to have a pretty little thing under me, letting me touch her all over, kiss her wherever, grab her however I want. Hear how good she feels." His voice feels like silk as he speaks, warming you all over. You can't think of a single thing that isn't a kin to 'fuck me', so you stay silent. You look over Danny's lips, he smirks at you as he moves closer.

"Tell me what you've been dreaming of, angel, because I know I am a much better listener than that prick ever was." Danny grins, you can't help the hitch in your throat at the nickname. "Lots of things." You whisper. Danny smiles, his hand runs up your knee to your thigh, his large hand radiates warmth through your jeans to your skin beneath, fuck his hands are big.

He leans in close, his cologne flooding your senses, his breath fanning gently over your lips as he brings his other hand to your chin, his eyes holding yours. "Did he never pull you onto his lap? Spank you over his knee? Squeeze his hand around your throat a little?" Danny asks, his finger under your chin holds you gently, your face is flushed as he tilts his head awaiting your answer. "Never." You whisper, your eyes practically begging his lips to yours, instead he runs his hand against your cheek, his thumb softly moves along your cheekbone. "Would you like that? If I did?" Danny asks softly, a rasp in his words sends a delicious chill down your neck. You nod embarrassingly quickly but it makes Danny chuckle at your eagerness. "Words, angel." He smiles.

"Yes, I'd like that very much." You say, a slight shake in your voice, you almost don't even sound like yourself, you're so desperate. "Good. Because I think you deserve a good fuck." Danny pulls you in, a soft kiss at first, softer than the one at the party but it doesn't stay sweet.

Your hands come to his face, to his hair, wanting to touch him where you've been dying to. Your kiss becomes more desperate, his tongue enters your mouth, your hands tug at his hair, he groans at the pull, smirking as he breaks the kiss, “Oh angel, that’s my job.” He teases before kissing you again, his hands on the small of your back brings you closer to him, bringing you on to his lap, he captures your bottom lip between his teeth making you moan. He pulls away, allowing you to grind down to feel his already hardening cock in his pants, you whimper out a pathetic sound at just the feeling of him near you.

“You sure?” Danny asks, breaking the bad boy persona a moment as he reads your face, “Take me to my bedroom.” You sigh as you roll your hips against his. Danny sighs at the feeling of your movements before he huffs a small laugh, “Where is your bedroom?” He asks, you laugh, “Down the hall to the left.” You smile. With no hesitation, Danny stands from the couch, you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you to your room, his hands holding you close to him as he makes his way down the hall.

Your room is warmly lit, a gentle glow from your fairy lights and salt lamp you left on, Danny sets you down on your bed before looking around the room, “Cute.” He simply states, making you roll your eyes.

You go to take your top off, “Wait.” Danny interrupts, you stop your hands, dropping the material of your sweater. “Come here.” He says, you smile in response as you make your way over to him, clambering off the bed and standing in front of him. Danny brings his hands to the hem of your sweater, pulling the material over your head and off to be discarded to the floor. “Pretty girl.” He smiles, a rasp to his voice makes you blush as you stand before him in your bra. He undoes the button of your jeans, pulling them down your legs until you stand before him in just your underwear.

You stand before him, his eyes scanning your half naked figure, he gives you a ‘come hither’ motion with his finger, you walk up to him, your doe eyes looking up at him as his hands come to rest warmly on your sides. “So pretty.” He whispers, his voice bringing goosebumps to your skin. His hand trails down to your panties, his fingers running over the already dampened material. You sigh at the touch, “Mmm, already so wet for me. Aren’t you such a good girl?” Danny praises, his lips right against your ear as he speaks, your heart nearly jumps out of your rib cage at his words. “Just for you.” You breathe, Danny smiles, kissing your neck.

He pulls away, his hands come to his own shirt, pulling his church of rock ‘n roll tank top off, tossing it alongside your own discarded clothes. You watch astounded at the beauty of his body, the dark ink of the tattoos you never saw are revealed as he peels the tight black jeans from his body, leaving him clad only in a tight pair of black briefs, the outline of his dick takes your breath away.

Danny pulls you to him in a gentle kiss, he pulls away after a moment, taking you by the hand and leading you to the bed. He sits on the edge of the bed, he pulls you on to his leg, you sigh at the contact. “Wanna watch you ride my thigh, show me how bad you want it.” He says, his hands on your hips, pulling you down onto his muscular thigh, making you whine.

You roll your hips down against him, a moan rolls out of your throat as you grind down, you place your hands on his shoulders as you move, his hands come down to your ass, dull nails digging into the softness of your muscle. “That feel good, angel?” Danny asks teasingly, you offer a hum as you chase the feeling building up in your lower stomach, “Tell me baby, tell me how you feel.” He smirks, his grip tightening and pulling you to rock against him harder and faster, “Ah, fuck, so good.” You whine. “Yeah?” Danny asks, his hand coming down hard on your ass, you yelp out in shock, the stinging a delicious blend of pain and a euphoric sensation that only makes you wetter. “How good?” He asks, looking at the way your eyes have widened and the way your mouth hangs open, his hands gripping tightly, “So fucking good, oh god.” You cry out.

Danny brings his hand behind your back, unclipping your bra and pulling you closer to him, his lips latching around one of your nipples. You moan as you rock back and forth on his thigh, his teeth grazing your nipple, his other hand gripping the small of your back, encouraging you to move. The wetness in your panties and the friction on your clit against Danny's muscular thigh, feels like nothing you've ever felt before. He pulls away from your chest, his hands pull you to him as he flips you onto the bed and lies you on your back, manhandling you and laying between your legs. He kisses you hard before sitting back on his heels, a shining wet spot on his thigh tattoo catches your eye, making you blush. “You need it bad, huh, baby?” He teases, grinning at the wetness on his thigh.

"God yes." You sigh. He looks so dreamy under the lights like this, like an angel with his curly hair catching the warm lighting from the salt lamp. The golden hue makes his skin look so soft and warm and you cannot wait to feel him. "Then let me give it to you." He smirks, his hands come down to your panties, he gives you one last look for permission that you immediately grant him before pulling them down.

You can’t stop the instinct of closing your legs out of shyness as Danny tosses your panties to the side, Danny laughs a moment at your coyness. “Oh, baby, don't act shy now. Spread your legs for me, sweet girl, show me what a good girl you are.” Danny’s voice makes you sigh, no one has ever talked this way to you before, you keep your eyes on him as you slowly open your legs. Danny’s eyes travel down to your glistening core and subtly palms himself over his briefs, only making you wetter at the sight. “Fuck angel, you are dripping.” His voice laced in seduction as his hands come to your thighs, spreading you wider.

“So fucking gorgeous, all laid out for me. I want a taste.” His proposition makes your eyes widen. “Fuck yes please. I haven’t…” Your voice trails off making Danny look at you with an air of confusion, “Haven’t what?” Danny’s voice in that perfect mocking tone that makes your brain hazy. You can’t help but blush and look away before answering him.

“I um, I’ve never really cum from… oral before.” You confess. Danny almost looks pained by your statement. “Never?” he asks as his hands softly wander up and down your thighs. “My ex didn’t do that much.” You say nervously, Danny brings his hand closer to your core making your breath hitch, he leans in close to you, his face inches away from your own, eyes boring into yours. “With a pussy as perfect as yours, I don’t see how he wasn’t between your legs all hours of the day.” Danny whispers as his hand slowly glides down to your center, you sigh as his fingers bring your wetness up and around your clit, making you moan. Danny smiles as he watches your expression change as his fingers roll slow wide circles over your clit, your mouth hanging open.

“Let me take care of you, pretty girl.” He says softly before kissing your neck, down your chest, your stomach, kissing his way down all the while his fingers play with your clit. Danny lays down on the bed, he watches as his fingers make a mess of you. “If it ever becomes too much, just say Metallica, that’s the safeword.” He explains, you simply nod. “No angel, I need to hear it. Be a good girl and repeat it so I know you understand.” “M-Metallica, yes, I-I understand.” You stammer out, “Good girl.” Danny grins before kissing your inner thigh, heading closer until he removes his hand from your clit. You take a deep shaky breath as Danny’s breath warms over your folds, his warm tongue licking languidly up to your clit. You sigh a moan as he takes his time, licking slowly along the sensitive bud, your hands clawing at the duvet beneath you.

Danny’s mouth moves faster, lapping up at your soaking wet pussy. He moans against your core, making your back arch, “Fuck, Danny.” You moan, Danny brings his hands to wrap tightly at your thighs, gripping you to him, holding you in place as he eats your pussy. The delicious sounds of Danny’s mouth makes you whimper at the beautiful lewdness of it all. “So fucking sweet,” it was muffled but you just barely registered it from Danny, like it was never even meant for you to hear but you did and fuck that was hot. “Oh fuck, holy fuck.” You cry out, your eyes rolling back in your head as you clutch tighter at the balled up comforter beneath your writhing body.

Watching as Danny’s mouth works over you, the way his large hands hold you open for him and the way his nose nudges against your clit as he tongue fucks your weeping pussy has you moaning and your legs shaking uncontrollably. The prideful smirk you catch on Danny’s features makes your breathing more uneven than before, because he is so fucking good at this and the way you’re moaning is making him want you to cum even more. “Oh god Danny. Fuck, I’m gonna-oh fuck I’m cumming, oh fuck.” You moan out as Danny latches his lips around your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves that has you clawing onto anything that can hold you as your orgasm takes root in you. Your hands come to Danny’s hair as your hips attempt to buck, but the firm grip he has on your thighs, move to your hips, pinning you down as his tongue fucks you hard and fast into the most intense orgasm of your life.

Danny’s name and a string of other expletives fill the air until you’re hit with a wave of pleasure so hard you can’t make a sound. Your body goes rigid, your grip in Danny’s curls is tight and rough, only making him groan against your core which feels like it's sparking like a live wire. Then something inside of you snaps and you can breathe again, uneven and labored breaths as you try to make sense of the bliss you just felt from this man you’ve only know for a matter of hours could make you feel like this, a million times better than a guy you were dating for two years could have ever dreamed.

His tongue slows to a stop as you come down from your climax, “H-Holy shit.” You huff out, you're in awe and just staring at your ceiling. If that’s what he can do with just his mouth, then you have to know what else he can do.

You sit up and look at him with a look of insatiable lust. He smirks as he sits up and wipes the shine of wetness from his lips and chin with the back of his hand. “Oh angel, you look like you need more.” He teases as he sits up on his knees, the very prominent outline in his briefs pulls your attention away. “Please.” Is all you’re able to say. “I saw you sizing me up earlier, baby. I know you’re not as innocent as your boy toy thought you were.” Danny grins as he moves closer to you, his hand resting on the thigh of your spread legs. He moves to take his briefs off, you’re practically drooling as he pulls them off. His cock springs up and slaps against his stomach, “Fuck.” You whisper, a thought that wasn’t meant to come out.

Danny moves closer to you, his fingers coming to your core, you almost jump from the enhanced sensation from between your legs. His fingers dip inside you a moment, you sigh out, your breath making Danny’s curls sway against his face from your proximity. “Show me what a good girl you are.” He whispers before pulling his fingers away and bringing them up to your lips. “Taste how sweet you are.” His voice sends chills across your body. Your eyes don’t leave his as you present your open mouth to him, sucking on his slender fingers. You hum against them, tasting your own arousal from his fingers. You open your mouth again, allowing him to pull away, but he doesn’t.

His fingers rest on your tongue, “Such a good girl.” Danny whispers, he experimentally pushes his fingers back in your mouth, further back. You don’t dare break eye contact as he slowly runs his fingers in and out of your mouth. “Pretty little slut.” He smirks as you gag around his fingers, your eyes water, but you don’t retreat. “Suck.” He commands. You do as you're told and suck on his middle and index fingers, he sighs at the feeling. You release them with a ‘pop’, Danny smiles as he watches your face when he brings his fingers back down to your pussy, teasing your clit before pressing back inside of you.

You can’t help the moan that rolls out of your throat at the feeling of him filling you up. “Mmm, you are so tight.” Danny rasps, he moves closer to you, prompting you to lay back, his fingers slowly pushing in and out of you. He envelops you into a kiss as he makes work of you. You moan against his lips, grinding down on his fingers, your eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of him grazing your g-spot. “I know baby, I know.” He teases you as he continues finger fucking you, his pace speeding up a tad. His hardened cock lays against your thigh, you whimper as his fingers move faster. “You need it so bad, huh, baby?” Danny’s voice sends a chill over you, “Mhm.” You can’t even speak it feels so good, playing your body like he’s done it so many times before, so intune with you for absolutely no reason, it makes your head spin.

“I wanna hear you say it.” He says, your eyes look at him, almost shyly. “Yeah, I wanna hear you say it. Hear that innocent little voice of yours ask for what you want me to do to you.” He smiles devilishly, the sound of your wetness all over his fingers fills the room, making you want him even more. You move to speak, but his fingers curl up inside of you making you moan, “Oh fuck,” You whisper to yourself, trying to get yourself under control. “I-I want you.” You say, Danny just chuckles, “Oh sweet girl, you’re gonna have to ask a lot prettier than that.” He teases, he adds his thumb to the mix, rolling over your clit as he finger fucks you.

“Mmm, fuck. I-I want you to fuck me.”

“Not even a please?”

“P-Please, Danny. Please, I wanna feel it. N-Need to feel it, fuck me.”

Danny thinks for a minute to himself, a smug smirk on his face, “Yeah, that’ll do.” He grins before kissing you, his fingers pulling away as he puts himself between your open legs. You hum against his kiss as you feel his hardened cock resting against your warm core, begging for more. You buck your hips against him, hoping and praying he'd understand how much you need it. He smiles against your lips, "Oh yeah? That bad, huh?" He teases. You open your mouth to protest but whimper as he slowly taps the head of his cock against your needy clit. You look at him with eyes of dismay, shocked how your body reacts with a jump with every touch like this. "Like that, baby?" Danny speaks in a way that makes you practically buzz with excitement. "So much." You whisper.

Slowly he presses inside of you, both of you moaning at the stretch. It feels like a wave flowing through you, from your scalp down to your toes. All you need in this moment is him. "Fuuuck." Danny's voice waivers as his eyes close, "So fucking wet for me." "Fuck baby, just for you." Your voice breathy and small sounding as you rake your nails down his back, making Danny sigh in your ear. His hand comes down to your thigh, pulling it over his hip, gripping so tight you pray it leaves bruises, wanting some sort of proof that this pleasure wasn't some fleeting dream.

The angle is so deep and you can't help the way he's making you sound. Your nails gripping into his back and pulling him closer to you. It's all so fuckin perfect, you've never felt this good, so all consumed by desire and a euphoric pleasure that takes you under like the wave of tsunami. His breath cascades over your cheek and you can't help the way you wish you were the only oxygen in his lungs. "Fuck, Danny." You moan out as he speeds up his pace, the head of his cock grazing against your g-spot in a way that has your legs spread even wider for him. "So good angel, so fuckin good." He practically growls as he moves faster.

A moan rips through you and you're clawing at the sheets beneath you, your hands detach from the linen and take root in Danny's curly hair. He groans at the pull, the way your nails scrape through his scalp. You're so close to the edge, the way he's pounding inside of you and the way the bedframe slams against the wall of your bedroom makes your eyes roll back in ecstasy.

Your eyes slam open as the presence of a large hand presses against your throat just right. "Look at me baby. Want you to look at me when I make you cum." Danny's voice is so raspy and commanding you can't help but say, "Yes, sir." It must have sparked something in Danny because the way his eyes glint in the golden light of your bedroom leads you to believe you must have stumbled upon something. His pace quickens and his hand on your throat closes tighter, your eyes roll back and a devilish smile pulls at your lips as you completely surrender yourself to Danny.

The building pressure inside of you has you moaning against Danny's strong hand surrounding your throat, making only a weak and broken whimper come awkwardly tumbling from your mouth. Danny releases his grip on your throat and instead holds your wrists down to the bed as he fucks you. "Let me hear it baby. Come on, angel. Be a good girl and cum for me." He whispers, his own voice shakes as he's barely holding on to his own climax. Your moans are so loud and Danny's name falls so easily from your lips, crying out for more and for him. He watches intently in your eyes, feeling the way your pussy flutters around him, and the way you can barely keep yourself from moaning as you cum hard around him.

Your climax makes Danny practically collapse against you, letting go of your wrists and opting instead to hold you close to him, both of his arms encircling your waist, hands grasping to your back. His nose presses against your neck as he groans, your name like silk on his lips as his hips stutter and slam back inside of you, cumming so deep.

The two of you lay this way for a moment, both panting and searching for something to say, but you're both practically fucked so stupid you can't form any notable shit to say. Your pussy flutters around him, both of you moan exhausted at the intense shock waves that course through you and to him. Slowly and gently Danny pulls out of you, you whine at the loss of him and the way you can feel his cum leaking out of you so deliciously. "Uh where's your bathroom?" He blushes as if he weren't just choking you and fucking you senseless. "Uh, yeah, uh right down there." You chuckle as you point to the door that leads to your en suite bathroom. He returns with a clean washcloth and helps clean you up, a thing your ex never once cared to do for you. Your heart swells at his tenderness with you. He returns to your bed, motioning you to come closer.

You waste no time as you rest your head on his chest, looking at the tattoos that intricately swirl in dark ink over his body. His warm hands hold you close, your leg over his, soft fingertips run over his ribs. "That was…" You trail off, blushing as the words evade you. "Yeah, that was everything." Danny smiles, hands gently caressing your back.

"I've never felt that good before." You confess. "Never?" Danny asks surprised, you shake your head. "I could've guessed, you really weren't lying." Danny smirks. "Can we, um, do this whole thing again sometime?" You ask looking nervously up at his big brown eyes. His eyes light up innocently, "I don't think I could make this a one time thing if I tried." He smiles, his arms subtly hold you tighter.

"Wanna stay the night?"

"Baby, I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way."

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no one can turn off his shine | edward cullen

paired up: edward cullen x fem!mortal!reader

word count: 0.6k

summary: there is none. literally only no one can turn off his shine

warnings: edward being smug, lowercase on purpose and i think it's worth mentioning that english is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes

(not mine!)

you quickly picked up the mess of sunscreen on the kitchen sink, feeling someone approaching with slow and stealthy steps, living with an entire vampire family had in a certain way some of its characteristics.

you pushed your hair to one side and acted with what you would call "natural", noticing edward, your boyfriend, appearing in the doorway with a small smile.

“here you are” he whispered, approaching you with a smile. "here i am" you responded taking the container of sunscreen, putting it aside, and leaving the supposed 'repair mask' even more visible, knowing that it wouldn't take long for him to ask about the product.

"what's that?" he questioned, picking up the container and reading the glossy label, which described the contents inside as a mask that promised to leave a glowing finish on the skin.

of course that wasn't exactly what it contained.

minutes earlier, you had exchanged the contents for a quality sunscreen with the goal of persuading edward to place some on his vampire skin, so he would know if, even with sunscreen, he shone like a disco bitch in the sun's rays.

"a new mask that alice says is magical" you explained quickly, trying to sound as casual as possible "do you want to put it on together later? i know you have a perfect and enviable skin, but with a good movie, it could be fun" you offered, approaching him, begging with your eyes for a yes.

edward hesitated before speaking "you would spend your magical product, but i cannot reject any type of plan with you" they both smiled at each other as he took the 'mask' and headed to the vampire's room.

you threw yourself onto the bed that edward had bought exclusively for you. you invited him to sit, patting the spot next to you.

you took the jar in your hands "shall we start?" edward shrugged, turning on the television and looking for what movie to watch.

edward remained calm as you spread the sunscreen on his pale face, entertained by the television show he was watching.

“ready,” you said, getting out of bed, getting the boy’s attention. "jasper is calling you, from the garden" you lied, pointing your head towards the balcony, abruptly, being able to see through the glass the sunny day it was outside.

"what?" edward asked confused, because it was practically impossible that he, being a vampire, would not have heard jasper's call, and that you, being a mortal, would have done so. "what are you talking about?"

"jasper is outside and he's calling you, he's an emergency" you spoke quickly and with complete seriousness, making the vampire get out of bed and rush out to the balcony.

as soon as the sun's rays made contact with edward's skin, it began to shine like a diamond or 'a damn disco dog'. you couldn't hide the disappointment described in your features, noticing that your experiment had been completely useless.

edward's confusion tripled when he saw your face. "where's jasper? why do you have that face?" you shook your head, “you’re still shining.”

edward frowned and looked at himself "i thought you liked it, or at least that's what you told me" he looked at you with a smile and you nodded quickly "i like it, but the sunscreen didn't stop you from shining" edward laughed loudly " did you really think i would?"

"yes? i don't find it funny" you moved away from the balcony and therefore out of reach of the sun with edward behind you "yes, i really find it funny that you believed that someone or something could dull my shine" edward scoffed for a moment before of being interrupted.

"and then, i'm the smug one! you should look in a mirror first, edward. oh, right, you can't, because according to your mortal girl, a faithful believer in her people's vampire conspiracy theories…" you could hear rosalie from somewhere. of the house, to which you laughed uproariously.

"god, how i love your sister." you said before looking at edward again, that smug smile still on his face. "ok, darling. now i know that no one can take away your shine."

done, edward infected me with his arrogance, let the hearts rainnnnnn

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brianlesshetaliawritings · 1 year

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Hey, I saw you wanted some requests. So, can I have how the Allies act when they have a crush? ✨Thank you✨

Allies when they have a crush

note: sorry it took so long. it was england's fault, i hate british people (joke ofc). oh also probably mischaracterized a lot. (sorry again)

England

He's trying to be subtle, but he really isn't.

Tries to wait it out until it goes away. It wasn't a success

Would eventually try and show how cool he is, did you know he met Henry the VIII?

You get to munch on his speciality too! Burnt crumpets with some british tea. Please tell him it's good.

Doesn't mean he'll suck up to you though! You’re not special, or anything.. (Yes u very much are)

He’s trying to be impressive and cool without making it obvious.

Not really showboating though. He just wants to prove he can be a reader’s man, not Superman.

America

Y’know how I said England won’t showboat? Yeah well, this guy will.

He’d try and show you how strong he is by inviting you to hang out with him while he works out. (He doesn’t even work out usually, he just wants to look badass)

Would take you out often, not like a date of course. Just lunch, Y’know?

Also trying to be a reader’s man. He’ll hold the door open or pull your chair out for you.

Gets you very nice gifts that he knows you’ll love, he tries to remember your likes.

He will attempt to sneak his hand into yours when you two walk together

Always offers (and ends up) helping you when he thinks you need it

France

He twirls his hair and kicks his feet while talking to you on the phone.

Would love to cook you something good to eat, he tries extra hard to make sure you enjoy the dish he makes. (He’ll be glancing at you to see your reaction when eating it)

Takes you to the different beauties throughout his country

This might be off topic, but I feel like he adores people with strong admirable qualities.

He would like to take you shopping with him. You don’t have to though, but he will still try and dress you up. He just finds it fun.

Very affectionate with you, he keeps an arm around you when walking or sitting together.

He won’t flirt with anyone anymore now that you’re his main romantic focus.

China

The fact he even has a crush is kinda wild, but here he is. Anyways, I feel like he’d be good at hiding it for awhile (until he chooses not to anymore).

Once he’s stopped hiding it as much he’ll start giving you nice gifts. (Necklaces, snacks you like, things that reminded him of you.)

He’ll take you to gardens and temples so you can enjoy his culture, he just likes them and hopes you do too.

Plays the role of your (ancient) best friend who gives amazing advice and comforts you when your in pain.

He would listen to anything you say, and if it seems like he isn’t paying attention, he really is.

Might be a bit off topic, but he definitely gives you the most gifts on your birthday. Expect 20 of those bitches when you wake up.

Not much else to comment on, he does his role in your life well.

Russia

It’s pretty easy to tell he likes you for the most part, but you’d somehow never be able to tell he’s interested in you, though others might. (the baltics and his sisters)

The type to put on a scary movie if you’re scared of them, so you can hold onto him when startled.

He likes to go on walks with you, no specific area, it can be the park or in the middle of nowhere. He doesn’t really care where.

Very much a big fan of being affectionate with you. He likes to hug you a lot, sometimes the hugs feel like he’s strangling the life out of you, and sometimes they’re gentle and sweet.

Also holds your hand often, but he ain’t even sneaky about it. Just does it to be sure you’re there, he’s always a bit worried you’re gonna abandon him.

He’s also pretty protective of you and wouldn’t let a single thing harm you physically or emotionally.

Gets along with your parents very well, he’s a sweet gentleman to you.

Canada

Everyone knows. Everybody. Knows. His crush is no secret, but that doesn’t make it any less adorable.

He loves you because you remember him every time, and he appreciates that more than you can fathom.

Trying to be the bestest bud you can have, would love to have lazy Sundays with you where all you do is pancakes and movies.

He likes to check up on you often to see how you’re doing, would do anything to make you happy if you’re sad.

The type of guy who’ll invite you camping or hiking. He enjoys the outdoors and would appreciate if you enjoyed them with him.

He gets you loads of stuffed animals, he’d probably spend forever at a claw machine trying to win you a prize.

Kumajirou likes you, and you two get along well. When Canada mentions his crush on you to him, he’ll encourage him to confess.

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sirfrogsworth · 2 months

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Thoughts on Live Action Avatar: TLA

I'm sure people are going to hate this. Some for valid reasons. Some because of endless nitpicking that really has no bearing on how good or bad it actually was. Some because they have already chosen to hate it and it's just a self-fulfilling prophecy.

But I always root for things to be good. I want them to succeed. And I always go into everything I watch with the hope and expectation it will be good. I turn off my critical brain and try to just experience the show for what it is. As I said, I saw no trailers. I read no reviews. I knew almost nothing about the production of this going in.

Initially, things were rough... buddy.

And I think that is a longstanding problem with live action TV shows in general. I am always reminded of Star Trek TNG and how it took two seasons (48 episodes) before they figured out what the hell they were doing. Back then shows were able to find their footing and grow and learn. Actors were given time to find their characters and understand them and finally become them.

But now, every show has to be amazing from the start or they get cancelled. And I think people have become very unforgiving of first seasons as well. I feel like not enough people consider the potential of something getting better. And I think that is a shame.

So, yes, Avatar started out rough. They tried to cram all of the exposition into the first 20 minutes. And that was unpleasant. The effects were jarring at first. It is incredibly difficult to translate animation into live action. And please don't say the CGI was "bad." It wasn't. There was just so much that needed to be packed into every frame of this show to make it work, and finding a way to make it all seamlessly blend is a monumental task. I think the artists did an amazing job with the constraints of essentially making an 8 hour movie in the time usually given a 2 hour one.

But as the show continued, the actors seemed more comfortable in their roles. The showrunners seemed to figure out what worked and what didn't. The quality across the board started to improve. Especially when they started to deviate a little bit from following the cartoon. I also noticed that the effects that were jarring in the beginning eventually stopped bothering me and breaking immersion. I got used to them and was able to just focus on the story. And I think they got a little better as well. The bending was much more convincing as the show progressed. And it was a bajillion times better than the slow-motion bending of that movie that shall not be named.

And by the final episode, I was all in. The Avatar monster was really cool. And I was crying my eyes out and having all kinds of emotions. And there were some changes they made to the story which I actually thought made more sense. And I was glad this show was doing a few things to differentiate rather than being an exact carbon copy.

It won me over.

And I know it won't do that for everyone. And perhaps I am forgiving a lot of sins just because I wanted it to be good. The original was my absolute favorite show of all time. I just liked spending time with these characters again.

But I liked it more than I didn't and I'm hoping that is the general consensus, but I fear that is not the case.

Things I really liked...

I thought the actor playing Sokka was really great. They didn't give him enough humorous material. But I think this kid absolutely nailed the role. And if this gets another season, I do hope he can show Sokka's lighter side a bit more.

Ken Leung also did amazing as Zhao. I think he surpassed his cartoon counterpart in villainy. I loved hating him.

The final battle was beautiful. I think they probably dedicated a lot of resources to that. Maybe at the expense of other things. But I think it was worth it to end strong.

In the first season of the cartoon, the trauma was often skipped over or kept very brief. I'm sure the idea of dealing with genocide and war time trauma was not an easy sell to Nickelodeon initially. But they did actually take the time to show some of that trauma, especially with Katara and Sokka. And I cried a bunch.

They seemed to go to considerable effort to have a diverse cast. I am glad they learned that lesson from the movie.

That said, they probably could have brought back Dee Bradley Baker to make the animal noises. This might have been an overcorrection...

I guess this will give the anti-wokesters something to complain about since the original was already super woke and it is probably a challenge to complain about the new thing being woke as well. Though I'm sure they are up to the challenge.

Things I didn't care for...

The compressed timeline caused a few stories to be combined and accelerated. I understand why that was necessary. But there were some important moments of character growth that got lost.

Sokka's missing sexism. I think it is much more useful to see someone grow and change and let go of their problematic traits than to pretend that never existed. Sokka's sexism was a symbol of the conservative views within water tribe culture in general. It was also foreshadowing for the conflict with Pakku (which was also minimized). I just think young viewers seeing a character overcome ingrained ideals has a greater influence than just erasing that aspect from the character.

Things I hated...

Princess Yue's hair. You get the amazing Amber Midthunder to play Yue, and she does an amazing job with extremely abbreviated screen time, but I couldn't stop staring at whatever that was they put on her noggin. I know I criticized people for nitpicking, but that was very distracting. I don't know exactly how it could have been done better, but I worry a great performance is going to get overshadowed by... hair.

In conclusion...

I think the people making this show loved the source material. I can see that love. I think they tried very hard to make the best show possible. And I also know they are probably going to get a lot of hate. I still haven't looked at the reviews because I didn't want to be influenced when writing this. But I can feel the review bombing as we speak.

But this was not a Witcher situation where the writers didn't respect the source material. This was displaying how incredibly difficult it is to convert one of the most beautifully animated shows in existence into live action. Maybe that is an argument for not making live action versions. Though I usually love them when they work and am happy both versions exist.

I really hope people can remember the original still exists and they can completely disregard this and watch the cartoon any time they wish. This doesn't have to "ruin their childhood." These two things can exist and everyone is perfectly capable of ignoring all of the live action material.

But I do hope this gets another season. I think that final episode showed the potential. I think the cast was getting comfortable in their roles and they deserve another chance to show what they can do.

I love Paul Sun-Hyung Lee and I think he was a great choice for Iroh. But Mako's shoes are probably the biggest shoes in the existence of shoes to try and fill. I do not envy the task he was given. But every once in a while I saw that Mako spirit come out in his performance and I think he could use another season to really find that and show us what he is capable of.

This felt a lot like The Phantom Menace to me. There was actually a ton of amazing stuff to love in that movie. But it didn't quite work the way the original movies did. But I think this was good enough to hope for the future.

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Bunker Dates with Team Free Will

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader, Castiel x Reader

Summary: three glimpses into having an impromptu date in the bunker with each member of Team Free Will.

Note: this was written by myself for myself; there are probably mistakes. My first language is English but I'm not American, so it may sound weird in places if you happen to be American reading it. If you do happen to come across this and spend time reading it, I hope you enjoy it somewhat!

Masterlist

Story:

Dean

[Y/N] was sitting in the passenger seat of the Impala while Dean was driving the two of them home from a short hunt. It had been a simple salt-and-burn, nothing too out of the ordinary for either of them. Sam and Cas had gone off on a hunt to help Jody earlier in the week which was still on-going, so Dean and [Y/N] were heading back to an empty bunker. Dean had his music playing and [Y/N] had her window down, enjoying the warm summer air. He glanced over at her and saw her hair blowing in the wind, the sun sparkling in her eyes, and watched as she took a deep breath of the fresh air and leaned back in her seat, completely relaxed. He smiled to himself; they didn't go on hunts often where it was just the two of them, but he appreciated the quality time whenever he was able to get some.

"What do you think about a campfire tonight?" Dean asked her.

"A campfire?" She turned her attention to him.

"Yeah, we have a bit of space out behind the bunker. We could make a fire, get some sticks, make some s'mores". He glanced over at her to see she was wearing an amused expression. He shrugged and turned his attention back to the road in front of them. Dean had been asking [Y/N] to do more and more activities together just the two of them, but he hadn't quite managed to make them into dates. He'd asked her out to dinner, but made it sound like it was just because they'd run out of food at the bunker. He'd asked her to the movies, but made it sound like it was just because Sam and Cas were both busy. Every time he worked up the courage to ask her to do something, he'd end up down-playing it or making up excuses for why he was asking. Tonight though, he was determined. They'd had a good hunt, they had the bunker to themselves, and there was no chance of rain. He was going to make it apparent that he'd meant it to be a date this time. "Just, the weather's nice you know? I'm in the mood for a campfire but I'm not gonna sit out there on my own". He mentally slapped his face the moment the excuse came out of his mouth. So maybe tonight wouldn't be the night after all.

"Sure, I'll keep you company". She smiled at him. She had noticed that Dean had been finding more excuses to spend time with her alone recently, and although he always brushed it off as some sort of convenience, she suspected there was more to it than that. She liked him, she had known him for years and had really started to get closer to him over the last few months now that she was living in the bunker. She loved Sam and Cas too, but there was something special about Dean. She knew he wasn't the relationship type, but she figured there just weren't that many opportunities in the hunting life for him. She remembered Sam telling her about Lisa and Ben, how Dean had left their lives to keep them safe. [Y/N] was a hunter though, and she had been long before she met the Winchesters. She could protect herself, and she had saved Dean along with both Sam and Cas on many different occasions. She just hoped that Dean could see that, that he didn't see himself as a danger to her.

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They arrived back in the bunker late afternoon, made themselves some food, and then [Y/N] immediately went to her room to have a nap; it had been a long drive. She had asked Dean to wake her up when he was ready for the campfire. She was lightly dozing when she heard her bedroom door open. "[Y/N], hey, wake up". She felt a hand gently shaking her shoulder, and she slowly looked up to meet Dean's green eyes staring back at her. He chuckled at her sleepy expression. "Too tired for the campfire?" He asked, trying to hide the potential disappointment from his voice. She reached up to rub her eyes and shook her head.

"No, no I'm awake, I'm getting up". He lifted his hand from her shoulder and moved back from her bed to give her space to sit up. "What do we need to do for it?"

"I've already set it up, it's just missing us now". He smiled at her and held out his hand to help pull her to her feet. To her surprise, he didn't let go of her hand as he pulled her out of the room and outside of the bunker. She tried to keep her smile to herself as they walked around the side of the bunker hand in hand. His hand was large, and strong, but surprisingly soft, warm, and gentle too. As they rounded the corner [Y/N]'s face lit up in surprise; there was a small campfire already going, the flames lighting up the trees behind it. There were a couple of the bunker's warmest blankets laid out beside it, and two sticks and a bag lying on one of the blankets. "C'mon, take a seat". Dean finally let go of [Y/N]'s hand, and gripped her shoulders instead, moving her towards a blanket. "I have marshmallows, chocolate, and the best s'mores are made with chocolate chip cookies, so we have those too". He said as he sat down beside her. He actually sounded really excited about this, and she looked at his face while she saw him open the bag and pull out all of their ingredients; he looked like a kid opening a birthday present. "Here". He stuck a marshmallow onto a stick and handed it to her, before getting one for himself.

"This is really nice Dean". She smiled at him. It was dark out, and the fire was warm and bright. They toasted their marshmallows and made their s'mores, laughing about something Cas had misinterpreted the previous week.

"We'd be lost without him though". [Y/N] giggled while licking off the melted chocolate she had on her fingers. Dean looked over at her to agree but started chuckling when he saw her face. "What?" She asked. He shook his head and reached his hand over, brushing his thumb on her chin and pulling it back to show her the chocolate on it.

"You have chocolate all over your chin". He laughed. She blushed and looked away but laughed with him, trying to brush away whatever was left on her chin. When she looked back at him, he had his thumb in his mouth, sucking off the chocolate he'd taken from her chin. His eyes flickered down to her lips, and he pulled his thumb from his mouth. "You actually still have some left, on your lower lip". He nodded towards her. "Come here". He hooked his finger under her chin and pulled her face closer to his. She watched as he closed his eyes and slightly tilted his head to the side. Her eyes closed automatically while her heart started beating faster. Next thing she knew his lips were on hers, and she felt his tongue run along her lower lip. She could taste the chocolate as her mouth parted and he slipped his tongue inside. His hand slowly moved from under her chin to back behind her neck, and he wrapped his other hand around her waist to pull her closer. Her hand leaned on his chest while her other fell onto his lap. The kiss was full of hunger and emotion, but it wasn't desperate. It was like they had both been waiting a long time for this and were now savouring it, trying to take in every feeling, taste, and smell of the moment.

Eventually Dean pulled away and leaned his forehead against hers. His eyes still closed, he didn't want the moment to end. "Dean?" [Y/N] asked. He opened his eyes and pulled back more to see her looking up at him.

"Yeah?"

"Is this a date?"

"I'd like it to be".

"Me too".

He smiled at her and pulled her back in for another kiss. He leaned back and pulled her with him so he was lying on his back and she was lying on top of him. The sudden movement caused her to giggle.

"God I could listen to that sound for hours". He smiled up at her and brought his hand up to stroke her cheek. "I'm sorry I've been so bad at trying to initiate a date with you, I'm sure you've noticed the poor attempts. I'm not good with chick-flick moments". He laughed to himself.

"You're doing just fine with this one". She smiled down at him, before leaning down for the first of many, many more kisses.

Sam

[Y/N] jolted up in bed. She'd just had a nightmare about the hunt they'd arrived home from yesterday. It had been a tough vampire hunt, Sam would have died if Cas hadn't been there to heal him straight away. [Y/N] had really been shaken up by the whole thing. She had been a hunter for a long time, but joining the Winchesters brought everything to a whole new level. Sam, Dean, and Cas were her best friends, and she had lived in the bunker with them now for several months. She especially spent a lot of time with Sam. They worked out together, went for jogs, did supply runs together, researched together, they'd even gone on a couple of small cases together just the two of them. When she saw him on the ground the previous day, bleeding out and pale, she felt her heart break. She always thought Sam was attractive; he was tall, muscular, empathetic, confident, and kind. She didn't realise that her feelings for him were more than platonic until she thought she'd lost him.

She pushed back her covers and slipped out of her bed. She was wearing pyjama shorts and a t-shirt; it was warm in the bunker during the summer. She needed to check on Sam. She needed to just see him for a second, with her own eyes, to confirm that he was alive and just sleeping. She pulled on some socks and left her room, slowly making her way to Sam's door. She brought her hand up to the door, about knock, but paused. It was late, he'd just nearly died, was she really going to wake him up just for her own peace of mind? She thought about just looking in without knocking, but Sam valued privacy, he didn't like people being in his room without his knowledge. She stood there for several minutes, debating whether or not to just go back to bed. When she turned away from the door, the vision of Sam lying on the ground came back to her mind. Before she could change her mind again, she quickly turned to open the door, as quietly as she could.

She had barely opened it when she heard Sam's voice. "[Y/N]? Is that you?" She opened the door enough to see inside. Sam was sitting on his bed, the lamp on his bedside locker turned on, and a book in his hand. She smiled awkwardly at him, her cheeks burning, and he turned to look at his clock. "It's 2am, how come you're out of bed?"

"Sorry... I couldn't sleep. I didn't mean to disturb you, I'll let you get back to your book". She stepped away and started to pull the door closed again.

"Hey, wait". He closed his book and set it down beside him before standing up from the bed and walking over to her. He opened the door farther to look down at her. "What's up? Why can't you sleep?" She just shrugged. He smirked and looked over her head out into the hallway. For a tough and confident hunter it was admittedly amusing to see her so shy and small. "Why don't you wait here, you can sit on my bed, I'll be back in a few minutes". He grabbed her shoulders and maneuvered them so she was now in the room and he was out in the hall.

"Where are you going?"

"Just go wait on my bed". He turned her by the shoulders and gently nudged her towards his bed before slipping out and disappearing down towards the bunker's kitchen. She sat down on the edge of his bed. The room smelled like him and she already felt better. She heard his footsteps getting closer again and looked to the door, he was standing there with a couple of blankets around his arm and two mugs with steam coming out of them. He smiled at her before motioning for her to follow him back out into the hallway.

"Where are we going?" She asked, trailing behind him.

"The roof".

"The roof?"

"Yup".

[Y/N] didn't even know that they could access the roof of the bunker, but sure enough, Sam lead the way up a winding staircase and out onto the flat surface of the bunker. There were a couple of lights around the edge of the roof, but other than that it was pretty empty. He laid out one of the blankets and sat down on it. He placed one mug in front of him and the other beside him. It was warm, but in the dark without the sun [Y/N] shivered a little. "Come here". He patted the space beside him, and she sat down in front of the mug, and smiled when she saw it was hot chocolate. He lifted another blanket and laid it over both of their laps. "So, what's on your mind?" He nudged her with his shoulder. She took a sip of her hot chocolate before sighing.

"I had a nightmare".

"About the last hunt?"

"Yeah".

"About me?"

She glanced up at him to catch his concerned expression before looking back at her mug.

"You nearly died. That terrified me Sam".

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm here though, I'm alive. You just needed to check and see for yourself that I was still fine tonight, right?"

"I didn't mean to intrude on your privacy, I should've knocked, I'm sorry".

"Can I let you in on a secret?" [Y/N] looked up at him with her eyebrows raised. "I check in on you all the time. I check in on Dean too, always have. Sometimes I just need see for myself". [Y/N] looked away from him, focusing on her drink again. What Sam had said was comforting, but it also made it sound like he saw her as another sibling, which sent a wave of disappointment through her, causing a shiver. "Are you cold?"

"Just a bit". She smiled at him, hoping her disappointment wasn't obvious.

"Come on then, lie down and I'll put another blanket on us". He reached over and grabbed the last blanket, before lying down. "You can use my chest as a pillow". He smiled up at her. She felt her cheeks grow hot, and she put her mug down. Taking a deep breath to try and calm her heart, she lay back and leaned her head on Sam's chest. He pulled the blanket up over them before wrapping an arm around her waist. With his free hand, he pointed up at the stars. "Hercules". She felt the rumble of his voice in his chest against the back of her head, and followed his finger to the constellation in the sky.

"Name all of them". She whispered. She grabbed the arm that was around her waist and pulled it up so she was hugging it. Sam smiled down at her before looking back at the sky, and he started to point out all of the other constellations that were visible. When he was finished she felt him chuckle beneath her. "What?" She asked, turning over and propping herself up with her arms on his chest.

"This feels like a date". He smiled up at her.

"Is that bad?"

"No, it's something I've wanted for awhile actually". He brought his hand up to tuck a loose strand of her hair back behind her ear. She didn't say anything, just stared back at him in disbelief. "I uh, I hope I didn't just make things awkward. I just really needed to get that out in the open". She noticed even in the low light that his cheeks had turned slightly pink. He hadn't taken his hand back though, it was now resting below her ear on her neck. Before she could let her indecisiveness win, she leaned down and pressed her lips to his. He kissed back immediately, moving his hand up into her hair and pushing the other under her t-shirt to grip her waist. She licked his lower lip and Sam moaned, letting her in without any hesitation. He pushed her over onto her back, keeping his hand on the back of her head as a cushion, not breaking the kiss. Her hands wandered over his shoulders and arms while he leaned his hips down over hers, resting some of his body weight on her, desperately trying to be as close as possible.

Eventually he pulled back and leaned his forehead on hers while they both caught their breaths. When they opened their eyes and caught each other's gaze, they started to laugh. Sam rolled off her and stood up, offering his hand to her. "I know it's summer, but it actually is pretty cold. Wanna join me in my room for the rest of the night?" He asked, a playful glint in his eyes. She took his hand and he pulled her up.

"Definitely".

Castiel

"What's wrong?" [Y/N] asked as she walked into the bunker's library to find Castiel looking somewhat dishevelled, and even a bit tired, flicking through pages in an old book. He looked up at her and looked down again, not answering. "Cas?" She walked over to him to see that he was looking through an old spell book. Sam and Dean were away on a werewolf hunt, and Cas had been off the grid somewhere for the last couple of weeks, so she was surprised to find him in the bunker unannounced. "Why are you looking through spells? Did the boys call and ask for something?" She looked over his shoulder at the book, not quite recognising the language but having been a hunter for a few years now, she knew a spell when she saw one. Again he didn't answer, he just flipped the page and began scanning it. She cleared her throat but again there was no answer.

"Uh, Cas?" She placed her hand on his shoulder and gently shook it.

"I'm busy". He said, without taking his eyes off the page.

"Okay, well that's rude". She folder her arms and glared at him. He left the bunker two weeks ago without telling anyone where he was going, and he hadn't been in contact at all while he was gone. She had been worried about him; they'd become quite close over the past few months, so she was annoyed when he didn't respond to her texts or answer the phone when she called. He sighed and looked up at her with an apologetic expression, but there was definitely some annoyance under it.

"Rowena blocked my grace. It's still in me, but it's dormant. I don't have any of my powers, I'm basically a human. I feel tired, and hungry, and I've had to urinate three times today already". He closed the book firmly and sat back in the chair, running his hand down over his face.

"And you didn't respond to my texts... why?" He looked up at her sheepishly.

"I was embarrassed, you've never seen me as a human before".

"Cas... you're still you, with or without your grace". Her gaze softened and she smiled reassuringly at him. "Come on". She held her hand out to him and he looked at it quizzingly.

"Are you going to help me find a spell to unblock my grace?"

"I'm going to help you take a break so you don't get too stressed. I promise I'll help you once you're more relaxed". She smiled at him and he inhaled deeply before glancing back at the closed book.

"Okay, how do I relax?"

"Take my hand Cas". She waved it in front of him, still holding it out. He cautiously took her hand and she helped pull him up from his chair. "Okay, can you go get the blue blanket from my room? It's on my bed. Meet me back here and clear a space in the middle of the room, alright?" He nodded and turned to leave towards her room, while [Y/N] made her way to the kitchen. She opened the fridge to find exactly what she had on her mind. Dean's mini pie selection. He had gone to a market and bought one of every miniature pie, and had given everyone strict instructions not to touch any of it. However, Dean currently wasn't there, and there was a hungry angel, and a hungry [Y/N], in the bunker. "I'll make it up to you Dean". She whispered to herself as she pulled the tray holding the pies out. She grabbed a couple of forks too and put them on the tray, then carried them back to the library. She found Cas standing in the middle of the room, having cleared the space and was holding the blanket in his arms. He furrowed his eyebrows at her when he saw what she was carrying.

"What are you doing with Dean's pies?"

"They're our pies now. You're human, so you need to eat, and we can see what your favourite flavour is now that they won't just taste like molecules". She looked at his sceptical expression. "Don't worry, Dean won't know you had any involvement, and he can't stay mad at me. Put the blanket on the ground and spread it out, we're having a picnic".

"Aren't picnics usually an outdoors thing?" [Y/N] shrugged.

"It's raining, and there's no rule about where you have to have a picnic". She explained. Cas spread out the blanket and [Y/N] set the tray down on it. She sat down and motioned for Cas to join her before she offered him a fork. "Let's try this one". She pulled forward a small pumpkin pie and stuck her fork in it, bringing it up to her mouth. She held the pie out to Cas and he did the same. He chewed it for awhile, before swallowing and frowning at what was left of it.

"I'm not sure about that one. Can I try the cherry one?" [Y/N] smiled and grabbed the little cherry pie, offering it to him before taking a forkfull for herself. The two of them tried every single pie, and both gave their thoughts on each one as they went. Cas had decided that the lemon merringue pie was his favourite. They had only taken one or two bites out of each pie, but there were so many of them that they were definitely full.

"Alright, I'm gonna put what's left back in the fridge, I'll be back in a few minutes!" [Y/N] stood up and grabbed the tray, leaving Cas sitting on the blanket. When she came back, she saw that Cas had found some pillows and had put them on the blanket. He was lying back with his head on one, and there was a second one beside his head. He turned his head towards the door as he heard [Y/N] walk back in and he smiled at her.

"I'm feeling more relaxed now. Can we keep relaxing for a bit before you help me though?"

"Of course". She nodded at him and walked towards the blanket.

"You can have this pillow". He pointed at the one beside him. "I heard that sometimes people lie down together when they're on a date". [Y/N] froze just before she got to the blanket.

"A date?"

"Yes. A picnic is a type of date isn't it?" He turned onto his side and lifted his head to look at her properly.

"I... I mean it can be, but not every picnic is a date. Friends can go on picnics too". [Y/N] had to admit that she'd always found Cas attractive. She loved hanging out with him too, she learned a lot from him and his unique view of the world always helped her see the other side to every situation.

"I think this picnic is a date. I'd like it to be a date, would you?" He asked. She swallowed and sat down on the blanket beside him as he sat up.

"I'd like it to be a date too. Is this just your human desires talking though Cas? When we get your grace back working, do you think you'd regret a date with me?"

He didn't respond straight away. Cas always took her words in, he liked to think about her views and opinions on things, and he valued them. "I wanted a date with you before the spell, when I still had my grace. I think the human emotions have just solidified it. [Y/N], when we get my grace back, I will want another date with you, I promise". She smiled and him and nodded, blushing slightly.

"What else do you want to do on this date then?" She asked.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes". He leaned towards her and cupped her cheek with his hand. He stroked her face with his thumb and moved his eyes from her eyes to her lips, to her nose and to her hair.

"You're beautiful [Y/N]". Her blush deepened and she looked down. His hand moved from her cheek to under her chin and brought her back up to look at him. "Close your eyes". He said lowly. She did as he said, and then she felt his lips on hers. She slid her hands up his chest, leaving one leaning on it and pushing her other up behind his neck and into his hair. His hand made its way onto her lap, gripping her thigh, his other still holding her chin. It felt right. Cas pushed her backwards and her head fell onto the pillow on the blanket. He moved over her, one leg either side of hers as he deepened the kiss. She sighed against his lips and he pulled back to kiss along her jaw and down to her neck, her grip in his hair tightening. She loosened her grip when she felt him lift his head up, to look down at her. "Can we have a second date tomorrow?" He asked, a twinkle in his eye.

"Definitely"

The end

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roxineedstosleep · 2 years

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RUN DARLING RUN!!!

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(Batfam reaction , after their succesfully escape plan)

REGUEST: What about a Darling/Reader who was able to escape froma Yan!Batbam? Darling/Reader work sooo hard to prepare everything. It it worked?

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We are talking about the most paranoid family in the world.

Batman has a contingency plan for basically everything. And I mean it.

Even to be able to cover the nationwide chocolate chip cookie delivery shortage. This man is prepared for all the diferent crisis you can even imagine.

How could they be so dumb?

Well… it's all about their special, beautiful Reader.

They got carried away. For a few moments at least. That mistake won't happen again.

Although, to their self-defense, they managed to be completely fooled.

A perfect plan several months in advance, planning, development and organization. Other several months just to be safe and . There wasn't even any real proof of how this whole event was organized!

Notes on safe places? they don't exist

Source of savings? nobody knows

Means by which you can escape? Unknown at the moment

Safe house? remains to be seen.

Basically they had only dedicated themselves to enjoy everything the reader offered them. So calm that they didn't realize that the reader was finding his own hole to escape.

So… Quality time!!!

What better way to get rid of your enemy than to stick it to your hip?

They wanted Reader to stay by their side at all times, give the reader all their love and vice versa?

Well, they want it, they got it. It's that simple.

Spending time together before dinner with the family? You got it

Preparing lunches with Alfred? Lovely... but Reader must be banned of the kitchen (for real, reader manage to burned water... how?)

The reader had to have undergone hours and hours of exposing the likes and dislikes of all the family members to start planning how to gain their trust. Baby step, but in a safe way.

Spend so much quality time together that even they themselves find themselves needing to be able to have some alone time. After all, they are completely emotionally constipated.

Being Yanderes is how to channel all that ill-designed affection. If you ask me.

And so it all begins.

The reader spent so much time with Jason that he wants some alone time? That's when you figure out ways to escape the mansion without setting off alarms. also, those pants don't benefit your ass at all Jaylad.

Bruce and Tim have created so many trackers in front of the reader…that's the discussion of a possible renovation…the reader discovers how their sensors work and what factors can cause them to deactivate. Not to mention that the color of the facade isn't pretty either. Does everything created in the Cave have to be gray or black?

Damian and Dick are so tired during the patrol that they want to have a safe place? Well, that's when the reader (thanks to GPS discoveries) finds out which places are safe from which factors. Their favorite is the garbage truck, with several GPS included in the truck itself. There is NO way to determine if the Reader is really there or not.

Tim doesn't hesitate to teach things? Languages, places? All so that the reader is not bored? HAHAHAHA good one, basically made him fill up with data. So much data that the most stupid ones were actually the most useful for the reader to keep things in order.

Family movie nights? Of course! Is the best wey to determinate is an act seems to be realistic or not. The accents, the expressions, the history, the places. Full of info, if you ask me.

And yeah, Mean Girls is a cinema Jewell.

BUT. no doubt the reader had a harder time fooling the cameras.

Fooling the humans? yep, no doubt. Fooling his actions so the security cameras wouldn't fail Reader when they checked his means of escape?…there's the rub.

The reader was not only supposed to act in front of the audience, like a play-actor, but also in front of the camera. Make it believable not only for the viewer, but for the security guard who would review the recordings afterwards.

And that's how he managed to escape.

Messages, mixed, unrecorded or over-recorded containers, places that no one suspects but at the same time they do. Reader is like a ghost for them. And is more complicated to find Reader since... well, they made Reader a ghost for the rest of the wolrd.

They removed, deleted, erased, destroy and dissapear any kinf of evidence of Reader's existence. A clue? no more, there's not prove that even exited in first place. So that was your best move. Go across with that.

The reader really created pandemonium with his escape, but best of all was the contingency plan.

Bruce and his family, after all, had created a great presendent for the other billionaire families in Gotham. Adopt a poor homeless minor? Three wealthy families followed Bruce after he adopted Jason.

Now half of the billionaires in the city and in sister cities did remote or full adoptions by the time you arrived to the mantion.

Many of them, as in the case of the reader now, did not even have decent medical records. So the rich families did everything for it. Create names for them, give them identification, a fake backstory that everyone in the house learned by heart and… done. The perfect lost child or foster child for the family.

The reader is the perfect orphan. Quiet, adaptable, will love you with all his being. He is not aggressive with other children and is always cheerful as long as he is not cooped up for long periods of time in small places; not suitable for families with two mansions. (Yes, the reader must market himself as a puppy for adoption).

It was demeaning for the reader to go back to being a rich family's pet…a little. But reader was determinated to win to that Bat Hell family.

But, wasn't it better to have a rich family that only wants you as a propraganda than a family that won't hesitate to take away everything they has of privacy? Be a cute pet is better.

When the reader least expects it, is a continent away, being the foster child of an Arab-French family with many children from different countries. Just a little of makeup and that is!!!

The reader is so drawn into the character of the orphan traumatized by the streets of the USA that the family has never set foot in the country again.

Reader has managed to win their hearts, to the point where no one doubts their word. The reader never exaggerates, of course, the reader just wants some peace.

And with so many adopted children and so many siblings from different countries? Bruce will really take years to find out what really happened. And when that happend, it would be quite late to do something.

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#yandere and reader #yandere batman #yandere batfamily #yandere batfam #yandere jason todd #yandere dick grayson #yandere bruce wayne #yandere tim drake #yandere dc #yandere damian wayne

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 10 months

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wibta if I started a different discord chat for my friend group just to exclude one person

I know it sounds bad and that I'm just starting shit but we've all been friends for 10+ years now so it's not something I'm considering lightly. We currently have a private discord server of just the 4 of us that we switched to as opposed to a traditional gc since we all have different phones and its good for having multiple conversations, quality photos and videos, and keeping a clear record of when and where plans are made

Anyway, this isn't a recent problem but the friend (A) has always had a tardiness problem it started with her not being able to wake up early in the morning but even if we have late night/afternoon plans she still can't get dressed and/or finish her makeup on time and causes us to be consistently at least 1 hour late which I was hoping she'd start growing out of after highschool but this isn't the case (we're now all 22+) and is especially frustrating when going out to eat bc by the time we leave all of us are hangry and expected to eat hours earlier. Recently A has started prioritizing other friends of hers which is nbd she can have other friends we all do except she'll drop plans last min with us to go with them which is also annoying bc it's disrespectful for the rest of us to be blown off like that. We're clearly not her priority anymore but she always expects to be ours, plans have to be on her work schedule, on her timeframe, on if she will be tired etc. plus being an afterthought leaves out a friend in the group (B) who had to move out of state with family and now he can't tell if we're making plans behind *his* back and he feels left in the dark when in truth he knows as much as I and the other local friend (C) do

It's to the point we've stopped doing any plans that start before like 2pm because we can't rely on her to be ready but she'll be upset if we don't wait for her while she's still getting ready, esp cuz we usually carpool, which already limits what we want to do together in the first place

However, it was my birthday recently and I'm currently ~2hr drive (no more than 3 with heavy traffic) from A and C, who doesn't have a car and needs to be picked up by A. I really wanted to go to my fav breakfast place and had some other plans for after and I kept emphasizing what time A needed to get here because the place closes early (they only serve breakfast). And at this point no one should be surprised she didn't arrive until after 1pm, after the place was closed, and at that point no one had eaten all day so we had to rush and find somewhere else that'd be open and nearby bc we were all starving and half my plans for the day were gone bc they were based on places we'd go after breakfast that also close in the afternoon (2-5 depending on the place) and since they are my closest friends and dont know my other friends who live closer and I've only known for less than 2 yrs (who I wasn't comfortable to ask for bday presents from yet still) (still got one from 1 even tho I insisted they didn't have to tho lol) they were the only people I made solid birthday plans with this year so it was really heartbreaking to deal with and have everything I was excited for be cancelled since it's hard for me to go out like this on my own w anxiety and busy work schedule too but I scheduled the day off. I was hoping that she would try even just a little bit because it was my birthday the one day I ask for literally anything and we rarely see each other now bc of conflicting work schedules and I DID plan for her to be semi late in secret but I didn't expect her to arrive for breakfast after 12

Anyway that's the whole backstory plus the recent straw on the camel's back but I just want to make a new chat between me, B, and C, to plan virtual movie and game nights bc she never reads the events chat anyway and all our online call plans grind to a halt for hours or days waiting for an answer bc at least C still wants to try and include A even tho her schedule is so busy or she's tired or will prob be late to the call and make us wait for her or cancel or leave early or we debate what game/movie A wants but she doesn't even NEED to be there it's just like.. Minecraft. Or a pirated 90s movie we're streaming or wtvr

I've tried saying like "hey I'm gonna be playing x on Saturday if anyone's free come and join me" but that usually just ends in me gaming alone bc it's so noncommittal the others will catch up on other work they have but really I'm just trying to hang with any of them even if 1 person can't make it at the time we don't always have to only call in a group yk?

A is nice otherwise like she's still my friend just planning anything with her is starting to be like pulling teeth and I still want to keep in touch with her and hear how she's doing from our discord server but stuff like that I just want to start separating her from weekly calls (which are currently more like monthly) bc she's so flakey but I know it's kinda shitty to purposefully leave her out and she'd be upset if she ever found out I was doing that.

I'm also open to advice on how to deal with this situation in general, thus the detail, without causing a huge fight or make anyone pick sides +her tardiness won't be something we can talk through it's something we've worked on for years and recently have just given up and accepted since she's late even to things that are important to her

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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rainiishowers · 10 months

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Hi -- may I bother you with another request I had?

So, what about the brothers with an mc who's the complete opposite of them? Basically mammon with an mc that's responsible and able to take care of themselves financially, Levi with a normie and extroverted mc, etc.

Please, again, don't feel pressured whatsoever! Take your time to do this, and don't do this request if you're not ok with it as well. Second pov, gn reader. Thank you!

CW: Suffocation (Belphie's part)

Lucifer

With you, who is easily excitable/impressed, gets easily distracted, and is more laxed with your work

At first, he didn't pay attention, until you started to cause problems for him, which is when he had to step in

He found you extremely infuriating, and would try to get you to actually focus or be disciplined with your work

You were just another Mammon to him, basically

Eventually he did get used to it, and at some point would work with you instead of against you

Lucifer would find ways to get you to focus and promise to get you something if you completed just this bunch of assignments

While he still had to reel you in sometimes when you wandered off in town, he was much more gentle with you then at the beginning

Mammon

With you, who is more financially responsible, responsible in general and more proper

Honestly, he saw you as a buzzkill at first

His first thought, being a demon of good character reading, was "oh fuck, another Lucifer."

You would often be the one to keep him on track and actually made Mammon pay Levi back for some of the money by making him work some shifts at Hell's Kitchen (which the otaku was extremely grateful for)

His brothers had made many comments on how you were a good influence on him, especially Lucifer, who would make further remarks about how he was smart in choosing Mammon as your guardian

As time went on, he did use some of the knowledge he gained and sometimes had the thought of "what would MC think?" whenever he wanted to buy things... even though most of the time his greed still won...

He has to laugh at the times he bought something for you, and you would sometimes scold him for buying something for you, but still take it anyways

Leviathan

With you, who is a social, extroverted normie

There's not much else to say except that he straight up didn't like you, and would always avoid eye contact so he wouldn't risk a conversation with a normie like you

These traits of yours also fuelled the envy of you winning the TSL competition even more

It took a while, but he started opening up to you

You actually got him to come out of his room a few times, you often delivered packages to his door, so on and so forth.

Levi is thankful for you helping him out out of his shell.

Satan

With you, who is more academically challenged, calm and tidy

Satan found you... confusing, at first.

You were calm, and being a creature that was made from wrath, he assumed you were masking it to hide something much deeper

But nope! You just had incredible patience with his idiotic brothers that surrounded you.. or just in general

He studied you a lot, which also led him to the conclusion that you weren't the.. sharpest tool in the shed when it came to academics

It was much later after you helped him that he decided to help you with tests or homework, it's the least he could do after all

There would be the occasional nights that some of the brothers would be in MC's room for a movie night, and Satan would notice how tidy MC is with their belongings...

Perhaps he should ask for their help in organizing his own room at some point

Asmodeus

With you, who is less popular, more introverted and not too focused on your fashion/skincare routine/appearance

It wasn't immediately clear to him that you had these qualities, but he soon noticed how introverted you are during class or just at the HoL

One day, he randomly asked you about your home life and how many friends you had

You answered saying you weren't extremely popular where you live and didn't have too many friends in real life

He felt bad, and tried getting you out there by dragging you to places like Hell's Kitchen... with little warning...

Yea.. It backfired...

During a Majolish haul, he noticed you often shrugged at the clothes he suggested you wear, and gravitated towards more comfy and not so fancy clothes, which surprised him

During a beauty store haul, he again noticed that you didn't really seem to care what you looked like to the public eye, nor did you really know what some products were

"Hon.. I have to ask.. What's your skincare routine like?"

"Skincare? I uh.. don't really have a routine..?"

The appalled gasp he gave was loud

What do you mean you don't have a skincare routine?!!

"We are getting you one, ASAP!!"

Overall, well meaning, but could be pushy in the things he does if you don't set boundries

Beelzebub

With you, who is sassy, weak and follows your head more than your heart

Not much to say at the very beginning, but during your first week or so here, he found you... a bit standoffish

You constantly sassed his brothers which he didn't really liked or appreciated

You were smart, and mostly followed logic, but didn't really follow your heart

Beel wore his heart on his sleeve, so it was pretty weird for him to be around you, but the concept of following your head wasn't exactly alien to him since Satan did as well

In terms of your strength... He noticed a few times that you'd refuse to pick up a heavy object, making up an excuse as to why you couldn't do it (which would sometimes cause Mammon to tease you)

When he would (rarely) see you try to pick something heavy up.. You failed tremendously, which he would try to help spare your embarrassment and pick it up himself..

Fortunately for him, as you stayed, you started to grow a bit more warm-hearted and compassionate

And hey, if you're up to it, maybe he could help you gain some muscles in the future

Belphegor

With you, who is a lot more warm, open minded and energetic

When you came to him, he figured right away that you were stupid enough to help him

All that mattered to him is that he left

When you came to the attic, having finally opened the door, he went to trick you into suffocation

However, the only thing that stopped him for a minute was your smile.. It was similar to Lilith's... That grin she always wore when she always reigned triumphant in little competition they would always have

He hesitated, but soon shook it off and went through with his plan

Belphegor almost felt bad when you were suffocating, but you were a human, and in his mind, all humans should be destroyed

When the royals told the brothers that you were Lilith's descendent, everything just came crashing down

No wonder your smile reminded him of Lilith's...

During the aftermath, he became a lot more cuddly

In hope that you would someday forgive him..

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Hedonism and Heavy Spending

Summary: Headcannons about how the Blue Lock characters would pamper their s/o or show love through gift giving :} , no warnings, gender neutral , askjendieufbiuebd can you tell my love language is gift giving TT

Characters: Isagi, Chris, Aryu, Rin, Reo, Niko

Songs: Putting on the Ritz - Mel Torme , I've Got A Crush On You - In The Mood , Sh-Boom - The Chords

Aryu would be a pathetic pile of a man if it wasn't for your weekly spa day. Of course he loves quality time more than anything and genuinely cherishes the moments he can spend with you instead of training or on the field. Aryu shows his love through small gestures as much as big ones, applying different spa masks with you while watching some painfully bad romance movie you two can giggle at. Sometimes you swear that he doesn't actually enjoy these types of movies and just turns them on because he likes listening to you laugh. (Which...true..)

When it comes to big gestures, expect your closet to be full with every piece of clothing you've ever had the impulse to buy. Hulls are common with him. Why not make sure that his beloved looks just as good as him? He studies your wardrobe, makes note of every style you enjoy, and matches it effortlessly. Aryu knows it's cheesy, but he loves seeing your face light up at the packages stacked against the doorway from all your favorite brands. And yes, he insists on wearing matching outfits.

Isagi is a very modest and down to earth person from a middle class background. He never really needed to save, but he never needed to spend either, type of deal. So when he gains fame and wealth from his soccer career he doesn't really know what to do with the money left over after he donates piles of it to various charities and future Blue Lock projects. A considerable amount ends up going to you. Why not enjoy traveling if he has to do it so often anyway? Or get a vacation home for when you two want to get away for a while?

Honestly, he enjoys seeing what life has to offer and being in new situations where he can really flex his brain. So expect to be brought to a ton of puzzle rooms and different types of niche resturants. If you see an experience that piques your interest just tell him about it and he'll make sure to make time in his busy schedule. After all what's the point to life if you two just stay cooped up and stop going out? Isagi relishes the feeling of solving a puzzle with you or even the drive there, resting a hand on your leg as he asks you for directions.

Chris of course gets brand deal upon brand deal, but surprisingly enough he keeps all those products away from you. As much as he puts on an act for cameras, he knows the difference between quality and something designed to work only twice. The only piece of work he brings home with him is Prince Water (which actually does taste really good). But, he is extravagant what can I say, the smallest gift you'll be getting from him is probably jewlery.

He genuinely loves you and prides himself on being able to make your life a nice and easy one. Although his ego does come into play, with many of his gifts having small reminders that they were from him, they're always catered to you. A car modified to your needs, a specific book case that fits perfectly into the corner of your office, anything really. He's usually a bit aloof, but as long as you adore him he'll adore you and pay extra attention to what he gives you instead of just throwing brand names at you.

Rin would rather die than admit this to you, but he actually appreciates it a lot when you give him gifts. He only really realizes that that's a thing he can do after you give him something for your "when we met" anniversary. Then he's head over heels for gift giving. A form of showing his love that can be exchanged wordlessly? Yes please. While he struggles to fully grasp it at first, not knowing what to get you to fully show his appreciation, he eventually finds his groove.

He enjoys just existing around you, so most of the gifts he gives you are extremely practical and can be used around the house. Rin isn't one for flaunting or hitting the town and most of the time the two of you need a staycation to rest after all the travelling to matches and interviews. The biggest gift he'd ever gotten you was a pet animal of your choice (as long as it's not something too exotic/dangerous lol) for your birthday. Albeit, only after months of you begging him.

Reo gives you big gifts without even thinking, to him an upscale vacation or getting new brand-name clothes for you is just a common courtesy. Honestly, if anything, you need to tell him to tune it down before people think that you're just with him for his money. Trust me, it's hard to start dating Reo Mikage but once you are you're guaranteed a level of luxury that you were previously blind to. He isn't the type to flaunt persay, he just doesn't think what he does is flaunting since he's grown up with it.

So what's really special, to you at least, is when he starts giving you smaller gifts. Things that might not even register as gifts. A doodle of you looking out the window or a small keychain that refrences some inside joke between the two of you. Something that only you would really understand, handed to you in passing before Reo turns to smile at you and watch your reaction. Don't bother thanking him, he'll just say not to worry about it.

Niko is honestly a huge nerd at heart. Expect a lot of books and novelty items from him. He will totally go to stores for audiences you didn't even know existed with you. Stores that sell strange mashes of anime merch and art supplies and food that have you stretching your budget. World markets are also a big place to visit for the two of you. He will beg you to take him similar places in whatever country you live in in turn.

A lot of his bigger gifts are for special occasions, Niko worries that if he gives you gifts too often they'll start to lose meaning. They're always extremely well planned out and usually take a lot of time. Like the time he brought you on a cross country roadtrip for your birthday. He adores freaking out with you over whatever obsession you're currently going through and spending time with you whenever he can.

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phoebe-delia · 1 year

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Read a better fucking book already jesus christ

Hello anon!

Thanks for your concern about my reading habits. While I'm admittedly surprised that you care what I read, I hope you'll be pleased to know that I haven't read the Harry Potter books in a very, very long time. More than 10 years, at this point.

I do, however, write fanfiction about it; though at this point I consider myself to be a fan of Drarry (+ the other characters) and fanon, rather than the canon and the series itself.

I assume you're here because you hate JKR. If so, I share your loathing of her, anon. On this, we can likely agree: JKR is a racist, anti-semitic, homophobic TERF with far too much power and money.

Here's some good news: nothing I do contributes to JKR or her wallet. I don't buy merch or the books or stream the movies. My fics don't help her, either. In fact, I'm quite sure she would hate the fact that I write Harry as queer and Jewish (like myself). I write what I do because it makes me happy, but knowing it would likely fill her with rage is a bonus.

Reading and writing fanfiction has made me a better writer and a better reader. Some of it has helped me discover parts of myself I didn't understand or know about before. It's allowed me to explore and learn about queerness, relationships, mental health, friendship and so much more.

Moreover, I have met people through this community who have truly changed my life for the better. I have made friends I probably never would have known if not for the existence of fandom. I sincerely hope you have a community of your own—fandom or not—that gives you the same gift.

Now. On the off-chance you're genuinely concerned that I'm reading a low-quality series, fear not! I read sublime fanfiction, anon. It's so incredibly fucking GOOD. And the best part is—a lot of it was written by my friends, so I get to yell at them in their DMs when I'm done without seeming like a weirdo! Because they already know I'm a weirdo. So it works.

Isn't this an amazing world we live in, anon? Where people can find scraps of goodness and inspiration in the remains of a once-great series and create something better? And then post it on the internet for free?

Anon, I know this was a long response. I am sorry I wasn't able to be as succinct as you were with your ask. But if you see this—thank you for taking the time to read it. I hope you're able to fill the rest of your day with something that brings you joy.

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kalena-henden · 11 days

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Lee Je Hoon's Chief Detective 1958 starts today. Can't wait to watch! I enjoyed him in Taxi Driver and really want to watch through his filmography eventually.

Lovely Runner is knocking my socks off! Byeon Wook Seok and Kim Hye Yoon are killing both the comedy and the drama. Wook Seok is the cutest loser in love! The mystery and unexpected twists are fun and interesting. I hope this quality storytelling continues. I'm on the edge of my seat.

I only have 3 episodes left of Love Me Love My Voice which has been wonderful and heartwarming. I love the main romance but the friendships and secondary romances have been given ample time to shine as well. I'm always here a good found family. I really like how the dramatic readings and song perfomances have been carefully woven into the story to further the character development. Definitely recommend.

Now we come to our debrief on The Smile Has Left Your Eyes. Whoa, what a rollercoaster. The first half was interesting with many characters' selfish and dark intentions mixed with a little mystery were set up in contrast to our optimistic, self-sacrificing female lead. However, the second half drowned in major events happening and then being dismissed as if they never happened, multiple secret keepers refusing to tell the secret multiple times an episodes even when asked point blank when the answers could stop so many bad things from happening, and the existential dread I felt about what the big reveal was going to be only for it to completely dismissed. (FYI I found out what I thought was going to be the big reveal IS the actual reveal in the darker Japanese version it's based on.) After episode 14, I wasn't sure I could continue watching the show. But after a night of uneasy sleep, I decided to finish it the next morning on double speed to get through it. I did watch the last 10 minutes at regular speed. While there were some well done things about their relationship in the second half, it couldn't save the show for me even though I went in knowing this was not an HEA. Overall, I was just left feeling angry and exhausted. As a Seo In Guk fan, this was a show I had long wanted to see, just to find out what my opinion on it would be. I'm sad that the SIG fanmeet has been post-poned, hopefully I will be able to make the next date. But this means I feel okay to stop my SIG show binging so I will not be watching Hello Monster anytime soon. I'm actually impressed with how much of SIG's filmography I've already seen (7 shows as a ML, 4 shows as a cameo, and 1 movie). I'm pretty sure it's more than I've seen any other kdrama actor or actress.

After a bad experience at the new dentist yesterday, where the hygienist manhandled my teeth and they tried to upsell me on services, I was in need of a comfort rewatch. I've been thinking alot about Lee Jun Young lately and decided to break out the first thing I ever saw him in, Imitation. I was only going to watch a few favorite parts from an episode or two and ended up binging my favorite parts of most of the series. lol I really hope his upcoming Cinderella romcom with Pyo Ye Jin is going to be good.

I slowly picked Vigilante back up again this week and was excited to see Lee Joon Hyuk's character finally emerge to add a boost of energy and chaos to the story.

Now that I've got some time and the second half of the series has finally dropped, I will continue watching Chae Jong Hyeop's Eye Love You.

#chief detective 1958 #lovely runner #love me love my voice #the smile has left your eyes #imitation #eye love you #kdrama #kalena watches tv #kalena watches kdramas #tv #tv list #kalenapost

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Buyer Beware: Cushing Curiosities

I don't normally do this. My aim is to keep things positive in this space, as much as possible. But I need to talk about the new Severin Films box set dedicated to Peter Cushing and basically beg anyone who loves Peter Cushing to not waste their money on this. When I saw they were, after multiple Christopher Lee sets, finally doing one for Cushing, I admit I got too excited and impulsively pre-ordered it. I have regretted it ever since. Okay, that's too strong. It was way too much money and time wasted on something that's about one-third good. One third is not enough, and even then I'm probably being too generous.

The box art and presentation are beautiful. If that's all that matters to you, then you'll be delighted. The GIANT book that comes with it is also really awesome. It's informative and thorough with a lot of really cool images. I can't deny that they really went above and beyond, turning a booklet into an actual book that is well worth owning. These are a couple of the highest points you're going to experience with this set. Let's dig into the movies.

Cone of Silence. Jesus, what a waste of fucking time. This thing was a slog. An absolute bore. If you care a whole lot about planes... Fuck, even then, you probably won't be able to sit through this, because it's so old-fashioned and drags its feet. Is this what thrillers used to be? I shudder to think. Cushing's role is small and that of a misguided villain character. He shows up to accuse a pilot of being bad at his job, gets put in his place at the end, and that's really it. I'll go ahead and make a blanket statement now that he's always good, always worth watching, but that doesn't make most of these movies worth sitting through.

Suspect. Here's a movie that goes around and around, struggling to get to the point, trying to imitate Hitchcock but without any of the style that goes along with that. Just stationary middle shots of people talking. But don't you worry, it's not just boring! Multiple characters make cracks about how women shouldn't be working in science (Cushing's character included, which makes this an utter loser of a movie to watch for his role). The "villain" is a man with a disability who eventually kills himself, and that's treated like a GOOD OUTCOME. Some movies are old. This movie is old-minded, and it brought what was already not very engaging down to a pile of shit for me. And again, a theme you'll notice, Cushing is a side character who isn't given hardly anything to do and little screen time. Oh, and Donald Pleasence shows up and makes this face: O.O

The Man Who Finally Died. So this was at least engaging. Maybe by this point the bar was just VERY low for me, but I actually enjoyed this. It had lots of twists and turns. Despite being pre-giallo, it had a lot of those storytelling conventions, so I found myself, you know... actually watching the movie instead of struggling to stay awake. The rewatch value feels low, because once you've experienced those twists and turns, they won't shock you next time. But at least it wasn't a total wash. AND ONCE MORE CUSHING WAS BARELY IN IT, SO REGARDLESS OF THE QUALITY OF THE FILM IT WASN'T REALLY A CUSHING FILM, WAS IT?

Sherlock Holmes. Ohhhhh God. This was not good. I managed one and a half episodes before shutting it off. I couldn't believe how shoddy everything about this was. It's a BBC Sherlock Holmes show! What happened!? I mean, I'm still not clear, but after some googling I did find out that Cushing was a fast replacement for another actor who was leaving in a huff. And the reason he left in a huff was because everything about the production truly sucked ass. It shows. And it didn't improve when Cushing came on. Everything was so clearly rushed. You can feel how everyone's just trying to remember their lines and where to stand, because they were given zero time to rehearse and prepare. I thought this would be a highlight of the set, but it's probably one of the worst aspects. At least Cushing is the main character?

Bloodsuckers. This was great. I can finally say something was GREAT. What a relief. Cushing is still barely in it, but at least it was entertaining. It's your standard, early seventies, vampire romp. With some psychedelic weirdness thrown in toward the beginning and lots of overly sexual shenanigans. In particular, Johnny Sekka gives a great performance, and in a more modern movie, they would have made the character gay as he should have been. Also, Edward Woodward shows up for a single scene and steals the entire movie. Definitely worth watching, regardless of Cushing's ten minutes of screen time. Even though I thought the point was for it to be a CUSHING box set...

Tender Dracula. Last but actually the best. This is an absolute ride of a movie. I loved it. My problem is this is such a crazy film, with tonal shifts galore and an unsensible plot, that I could actually see people hating it. It's a movie that is not for everyone, not by a long shot. It breaks the fourth wall, plays with stereotypes and tropes, throws out humor that sometimes lands and sometimes doesn't, and leaves your head spinning. Plenty of viewers might find the experience frustrating and not rewarding. I happened to love it and got a lot out of it, but it feels very poor for a movie like this to be probably the best thing about a shoddy box set. That's not exactly promising your customers the best they could get. BUT CUSHING IS THE STAR! Finally! One (arguably) good movie where he's the main attraction. Christ, that took long enough.

So what do we have after all that? A set of movies that, for the most part, only tangentially involve Cushing, with his name slapped on the side of the box. Trotting out a beloved actor who isn't here to approve of what's being done for a quick buck feels pretty damn gross. Severin has made a multitude of mistakes over the years in how they've conducted their business, but this is by far the worst of them. Even with the compliments I've given this set, do not buy it. It isn't even close to being worth the price point. The fact that I spent as much as I did on this leaves me shamefaced.

#peter cushing #cushing curiosities

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4, 5,12, 17 and 25 for Nozel?

More Braidboy!

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Probably to one of Jane Austen's works. Yes, he has... less than redeeming qualities, but he does have a good heart deep down. He's a misguided man, who, should he find himself a partner, would need to be strong willed. And I think that he'd fit into Jane Austen's works. I'm thinking about the most famous one of them, Pride and Prejudice, but perhaps someone who's more familiar with her works, might be able to place him into another one as well.

5. What’s the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Okay so... I thought about making a fic based on this song with Nozel (or I planned on making it into a series)

But this made me think of him

12. What’s a headcanon you have for this character?

Oh I have so many angsty headcanons for him, but... lets try something more positive for him.

He has a sweet tooth. Particularly raspberry or cherry confection (chocolates). Catch him in his office on a Friday evening with his feet up, (if it's winter with wool socks on) with a glass of wine and a box of confectionery.

He would never spill that secret, because pride, but... he also wouldn't mind if it resulted into a spontaneous chocolate box and a wine evening....

17. What’s a ship for this character you don’t hate but it’s not your favorite that you’re fine with?

Uhh... Norothy? Dorozel? I'm not even sure what's the ship name for it, but Nozel x Dorothy. I don't mind the ship, and I don't mind writing for it, but to me they're more friends and their relationship is aching more to doctor-patient -type.

As said, I don't mind it. It's just not my favourite ship with Nozel. Personal preferences

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

He was a cold asshole for sure, but there were some scenes even early on that made me think that there was more to him than just that. There was something about how he was furious about Fue being in a coma due to the EOTMNSs that made me think that he actually did care for a friend. That it wasn't a simple matter of pride.

And as the series went on, until present day, that feeling just grew stronger. Nozel is someone who cares very, very deeply, but he struggles to show it and speak it out. However, he'd to go hell and back for his near and dear, and is someone who is... self-sacrificing. His will and need to protect others sometimes is so strong, that it'll cloud his better judgement. Though one ought to also take into account that Nozel was essentially orphaned (I am not counting Papa Silva as a parental figure. He told Noelle what a disgrace she was! Papa Silva is no father. Just a sperm donor if you ask me), at the age of 15-16 and was placed under a lot of responsibility. He did what he did in order to keep his little sister away from the frontlines and the most serious of battles. Yes, his ways were misguided to put it mildly, but he did what he thought was right at the time. And I suspect that it was a plan that he came up when he was far younger, and felt that he needed to see through with it. "In too deep" so to say.

Nozel is an incredibly complex and well crafted character.

#black clover #nozel silva #anon flamelets #ask game

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maedivae · 1 year

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Book Peeta and Movie Peeta.

What key point or best qualities of Peeta's that lost in the movie adaptation?

What do you think about Josh Hutcherson portrayal of Peeta?

Thank you,

@curiouspeetamellark

I think Josh did the best he could've with what he got, he was an excellent cast. I find it a bit amusing that Cato and Gale's actors both read for Peeta and didn't get him, along with a bunch of other talented actors that some fans may prefer to Josh, but idk, Josh just truly seems perfect to me even if people may have wanted someone taller or blonde haired and blue eyed. It's the personality, you know. Josh has those extremely random talents and quirks that I feel like Peeta would have, like his squirrel calls, and he's well spoken.

Regardless, I kind of hate how the movies handle Peeta. Mostly a first movie problem, the cave scene makes him seem desperate and creepy. The infamous quote where he says he watched her walk home. It's not even remotely like him: Katniss reminds him of what he did for her by throwing her the bread, but he barely even remembers or cares about it in the book, brushing it off. Movie Peeta has it in his mind as he thinks about it a lot apparently, but it diminishes what he did because his initial kindness wasn't because he had a crush, it was just to help one of his classmates. Because he's just a good person and he doesn't expect anything in return, which Katniss struggles with. I don't know, it really seems to steer movie audiences in the direction of Peeta being a "nice guy" and expecting something back for the bare minimum.

The beginnings of his relationship to Katniss during training are also very watered down, Katniss hardly seems to react to him in the film compared to the book where she does sometimes laugh at his jokes or take his advice, to some extent.

He can't even keep his disability. Or show his falling out with Katniss. The first movie definitely still had time to have the end of the book adapted more closely and yet? I definitely believe the first one had a lot of missteps that were corrected as they went on.

A lot of his sarcasm and humor is gone, as well as his anger. While I woobify him to hell and back, he is able to be pissed off and jealous. In Catching Fire when he confronts Haymitch and Katniss for keeping things from him, for example, it reveals a lot of his feelings of being inferior which were kind of hinted at in the first book. It would just add a bit more complexity to him in the films.

Finally, this all irks me mostly because Peeta would not be treated poorly by an adaptation (or audiences) if he was a more traditional male action hero like Gale. They preserved most of Gale's scenes and even added another kiss with him and Katniss. His masculinity is always emphasized in his ability to protect and care for Katniss's family (which she does fine on her own).

Like, Peeta is no hunter and he chooses to take the high road in most confrontations. He seemingly has no survival skills (even if book readers know that's not true, I mean, he is more enduring to pain and suffering inflicted upon him than he is a killing machine) and he flourishes in social settings. He's outwardly emotional and feminine in the way Katniss describes him (using beautiful and pretty, emphasizing his eyelashes) and in his hobbies, his personality of being a homemaker, a gatherer. He's practically a damsel in distress at some points. The books do a fine job of never branding him as inferior to Katniss and Gale because of these things, but movie audiences and media still did it anyways in my opinion. Still do to this day.

He's seen as a weakling. But to tell you the truth, neither Katniss nor Gale would be able to recover from the torture he's endured. Not to the extent he did. That is where his strength lies. Any atrocity can be committed against him, but he can heal from it with time. And he doesn't even pursue any stereotypical sense of vengeance for the things done to him, nor does he wallow in his misery for more than is necessary. The same day he was cleared to go back home to 12, he was literally right there.

I feel bad for some movie only audiences that they never get him. But he's not for everybody, if you get it, you get it, if you don't you don't.

#thg #the hunger games #peeta mellark #thg meta #text post #long post #answered

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