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soapskneebrace · 1 year

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Obviously if your asks aren’t open then feel free to disregard this- (love your work btw I just- I cant- 🥰)

Do you think they keep the dog tags *ON* during sex? How do you think they’d wear them during it? Would they have you wear them?

You don’t HAVE to answer for each individual character obviously if you would rather just do it as a whole or just one that’s fine! Whatever works for you 💕

*cracks knuckles* I’ll do ‘em all. (Sorry for the long post, I’ll put it under a readmore when I get home 🙏)

Do the Tags Stay on in Bed?

Ghost wears his tags because, like the mask, they just don't ever come off. He is two people when he is with you--Ghost is the creature that can protect you, that can do the things Simon Riley would have been too weak for when it comes to your safety. But Simon is the man that could have loved you properly. Simon is the man Ghost believes could make you coffee in the morning, could rub your neck at the end of a long day.

It isn't initially why he wears his tags when he fucks you, but it is now--Ghost holds you in an iron grip, looms over you as he thrusts into you hard enough to bang the headboard against the wall, and feels the tags with a dead man's name clink against his chest. They remind him that you deserve whatever is left of the man who would have been far better for you than Ghost ever could be.

Soap wears his tags fully out of pride. The SAS is his life, is a massive part of his identity, and while he knows not every mission he's sent on is wholly for the good, he holds onto his conviction to act with integrity and compassion no matter what. The SAS might not always do good, but he will, as much as he can.

He wants you to be proud of him, too--he's really doing it all for you, after all. When those tags hang between you as your legs are wrapped around his waist, as they come to rest on your chest when he leans down to kiss you, he wants you to know that when he wears them he's thinking of you.

Gaz has no preference, but more often than not they stay on because he forgets to take them off. Usually, it's because the moment you're both free with enough time to actually have sex, he isn't going to bother with silly things like getting completely undressed--he wants you, now.

So, they've whacked you in the face a couple times as the two of you have gone at it. It's too funny to get mad at, and Gaz always uses it as an excuse to "make it up to you." Sometimes he'll take them off, too, and put them around your neck instead. "Keep 'em safe for me, eh?" he says with a grin.

Price takes his tags off. Over 20 years of service have left him wanting something that exists apart from violence and bloodshed, and every moment he spends with you is that something. He doesn't want to be the Captain with you, not unless he has to be--putting his tags aside gives him permission to just be John with you.

Besides, they'd get in the way. John does his very, very best to please you, to satisfy you beyond any expectation you may have of him, and sometimes that leaves you needing to bite down on his neck to keep from screaming. You’d probably not prefer to break a tooth on the tags’ chain.

Alejandro also takes his tags off, although it’s less about keeping work and pleasure separate and more about the annoyance they can be. When he is with you, Alejo is focused wholly on you, and does not appreciate distractions of any sort. He doesn’t want to have to fling his tags around to get them out of the way, or let them hang to be caught on an errant foot or wrist.

He does, however, love to see you wear them. It’s totally a possessive thing, but in the best way—Alejo worships the ground you walk on, and seeing his name around your neck inspires the same awe usually reserved for the divine. He thinks you could have anyone you wanted, and is humbled daily that you continue to choose him.

Rudy doesn’t care either way if the tags are on or off, and if the topic ever comes up he leaves that up to you. It’s an attitude that is very in-character—Rudy’s satisfaction comes from ensuring that you are satisfied, no matter what. Rudy’s love language, hands down, is acts of service.

Similarly to Alejo, however, he does enjoy seeing you wear his tags. “They belong to you anyway, mi vida,” he’ll tell you, lining your neck with gentle kisses. “All of me does.” (He has been known, however, to forget where he puts them if they do come off. So it’s probably better if they stay on.)

Bonus: Valeria gave hers to you a long time ago. She asks very frequently to see them, to make sure you keep them with you at all times. She promised herself she would never, ever carry their weight again, but she also can’t quite bear to throw them away, so now they stay with the only person in the world that she trusts.

If you wear them to bed, it will inspire a frenzy in her that will leave you limping the next morning. Those tags are a past version of her, a version she emerged from like a snake shedding its skin. While she is never sure how to feel about that previous self, seeing you take care its vestiges satisfies an ache in Valeria that she will never acknowledge.

Bonus: Graves has mixed feelings about his tags overall, being that he is technically not required to wear them anymore. They don’t mean the same thing to him now that they used to. That doesn’t mean they aren’t always on him, of course—he keeps them tucked into his boots. So you never see them.

If you were to ever find them, bring them into the bedroom? It could go one of two ways. On the one hand, you could end up benefitting short-term from the frustrated agitation those tags inspire, with Graves using your body to relieve an old, invisible hurt you never knew about. He will withdraw from you afterwords, though, too caught up in himself to really connect with. On the other, he could just withdraw immediately, recede from you, and the tension of that encounter will linger for days. It’s best not to involve his tags at all.

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literaila · 2 years

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a constant state of bursting atoms.

tasm!peter x fem!reader

summary: stranger danger, and all that, except, of course when its a superhero. (part two)

series masterlist.

warnings: the sames ones from part one but now also teenage boy, gwen is my queen in this btw

a/n: orginally, in my head, this was going to be a lot longer. but then i started acting out aia and making up words and so we moved on. um, not much else, just, you’ve been warned. how many parts, you ask? couldnt tell you. thank you for reading.

there's a slight shake of your head, small, subtle. as if you think that whatever you're seeing is fake.

peter doesn't have the time to react properly before you're walking forward again, hands clenching by your sides, and he's forced to run forward to catch up with you.

"you know my name," he says, obviously, stupidly. mostly because he's not willing to let you walk away without knowing what you're doing out so late.

you turn to look at him again, eyes wider than before.

"i thought i was dreaming."

peter takes note of the circles hidden within the hollows of your cheeks, raining down on your face in a steady drip of exhaustion. he recognizes your bag--the one you always carry your books in--so he's assuming you haven't been home yet.

he wonders, apprehensively, why you aren't there, in bed.

peter looks down at himself for your benefit. "no," he says, head moving slowly. "no, i'm real," he angles his body opposite of yours, slowing starting to walk backward while facing you. "i think."

it doesn't get the smile he was chasing, but gradually, you follow his command, beginning to walk forward. he moves a little bit faster as soon as you do.

he can't help but think that you're very lucky he knows where you're going.

"what're you doing?" you ask him, not unpolite, but more demanding than you'd intended--peter can tell, just from the way your face contorted after you said it. he almost grins to himself.

"oh, you know," peter starts. "earlier i stopped a guy from robbing the bank on 50th. huge guy--he had the biggest gun i've ever seen," he makes a tiny gesture between his two hands, "not the brightest."

you nod along, listening.

"and now, i'm just..." he watches your eyes, takes a moment to look around for anyone else strolling along the streets. "taking a midnight stroll. and talking to strangers." he clicks his tongue. "speaking of, you doing alright?"

your brow furrows. "what do you mean?"

peter turns his body around, slowing his gate and putting a hand under his chin. "i don't know if you're aware of this- i mean you aren't wearing a watch," he makes a show of looking towards your wrists. "but it's very late. and dark." his hand follows his words, fists folding and unfolding.

peter's thoughts flash, for a very brief moment, to the scolding he'd be giving you if it was weeks ago. if he wasn't a coward. if you knew it was him.

he winces behind the mask. see, he's been trying not to remind himself of "if."

your tilt your head up to the sky, looking up at it as if it's the first time you've seen it all day.

peter wonders if it is.

"you didn't know?" he asks after your silence fills the night air for a moment too long.

you shake your head, waking up your eyes again, and looking back at him. you look a bit bewildered. "no, i knew it was late." you say, turning your head so that you can walk side-to-side with him and still keep your eyes attentive. sheepishly, you continue: "i meant to get home earlier but i fell asleep on the subway. it was a longer walk home than i expected."

peter blinks--then realizes you can't see that.

"how do you fall asleep on the subway?" he inquires, even though he's done the same thing himself.

it's just a sentence to fill the words he really wants to say.

"insomnia?" you answer, questionably. the color in your face is drained, a blank canvas, because of the cold.

peter knows you're only wearing the one jacket.

he nods. he's only now just noticed how many blocks far you are from home. a chill goes up his spine, giving him an answer to the thought that had just formed.

"can i help you get home?" peter tilts the end of his words, trying to make the sentence seem less creepy.

your body is still tense as if you're worried someone is going to jump out from somewhere and yell "boo!" your eyes stay focused on peter, but he can see that it's more to observe him, not because you want to.

you've never really liked strangers, he knows.

and you prove that as soon as you start shaking your head. "it's not far," you say, adamantly. you smile though, just to be a graceful rejector.

"it's cold."

you shrug, burrowing yourself further into the jacket you're wearing. "not much."

peter almost smiles, then catches himself, playing his laugh off as a cough. he can feel your goosebumps from a foot away.

he knows why he's holding onto this--and it's not just because he's worried about you being out too late.

he won't deny that he's missed your overly polite manner, the curiosity you hold for complete strangers. even ones wearing a costume.

"okay," he sighs, stepping back in front of you, rubbing his gloves together to create friction. he rubs a gloved hand on the back of his neck.

you're staring, not unkindly. maybe you're waiting for him to leave.

"are you sure?" he checks, tilting his head.

he's relieved when he sees you smile. when he knows that you know he's joking. you've caught on quickly.

"are you this eager to help every innocent person you pass or are you just shaken up from the huge robber?"

peter feels a steady feeling emerge from his chest, warming his suit from the inside out.

he looks away from you, then back again, to see if you're smiling the same as he is, but when he looks over, your eyes have faded, your face shifting into something confused.

you don't notice when he tilts his head, curious.

you look at him, eyes still tentative. different from before. your face is blatant, shifting with every new thought you have.

peter forgot just how intimidating that could be. he forgot that he was speaking to you as someone else.

forgot that he just wanted to make sure you were okay.

"yes," he deadpans, speaking too quickly all of the sudden. he nods his head, moving his numb fingers to make sure that his webs are still there.

he nods again, looking up at the building closest to the two of you, and then back.

he knows you can't see it, but he hopes you're intuitive enough to know that he's smiling.

"just shout if you need help," he says.

and then he's gone. leaving again.

peter listens to the passing conversations as he walks the halls.

the days have begun to blend together, an array of colors combining to make nothing but the dullest shade of brown. there is nothing to make them stand out; no interesting classes, no curious eyes peeking over his shoulder. he does not listen to the gentle melody of your laugh, he does not make fun of you for tripping down the stairs.

he curses at himself every time he lets you cross his mind.

if there was a wall he could make a mark on, he would. a cross-hatch full of guilty thoughts.

and even when he tells himself not to, he can't bring himself to keep his head down through the halls. his eyes are attracted, attached, to the thought of you.

so his head stays up, eyes drifting over every other person in the school, listening to conversation with the tiniest hope that he'll hear you say something.

he's always surprised when he does.

every time he hears your quiet voice echoing through the hallway, or he catches a glimpse of you--no matter how small, because, really, how can you quantify a burst of relief?--he's taken back. suddenly perishable at the memories he has of your face.

and today, it's only a little bit worse.

it's only the smallest bit harder to avert his eyes. he needed to make sure your face was clear of any clouds, of those dark drops, of the confusion and frustration that stuck to your eyes last night.

he just wanted to ensure you were alright. it's a guilty pleasure, a bittersweet feeling striking his heart as soon as his eyes pass over you.

it only takes a moment to fully observe your face--he could feel when you were coming.

but as soon as he does, his emotions swirl into a dull grey, clouded by the way you keep your head down.

you used to keep your eyes alert, checking to see if he was there yet.

he checks a mark off of his wall, bangs his metaphorical head against the concrete.

he's doing fine.

he keeps his eyes on you, to the backside of your head, tilted down, avoiding any strangers. he watches you until you turn a corner, disappearing again.

he doesn't need to look at you for the rest of the day. he uses that thought to force the familiar disappointment out of his head.

peter is about to turn away, probably not to go to his next class, when he feels a hand drift a bit too close to his arm, too distracted to notice sooner.

his eyes dart towards the hand, a smile forming as he looks at gwen accusingly.

she just smiles back.

peter swings his bag to the other arm, following gwen as she begins to walk through the halls. their pace is familiar, and so is the direction gwen leads him down.

"what's with your face?" she asks, giving him the side-eye.

"is it bruised?" peter brings an absent hand up to his eye, looking for any sore point he must have missed.

gwen sighs. "no, that's fine," peter drops his hand. "i meant the puppy-dog eyes." she turns towards him, staring.

peter blinks, holding her eyes a moment too long and then looking up.

he didn't think she'd caught that.

"i don't have puppy dog eyes," peter protests, angling his body away from her and keeping their path towards the bleachers.

gwen snorts, climbing up the steps and putting her bag down. peter continues walking, pacing back and forth across the stairs.

"you do for one person," gwen mutters as peter climbs along, pretending not to hear her.

they've fallen into a routine, the two of them. a relationship born out of secrets and kept out of desperation.

gwen sits with him most days, listening to whatever words manage to bubble out of his mouth without purpose. he knows that she enjoys his company--slightly, he thinks they could've been friends a lifetime ago--but mostly, he knows that she just feels pity for him.

not that she would say that. her kindness is unrelenting.

"so," she drawls, running a hand through her hair while she toys through her bag. her eyes meet peters, an expected inquiring there. "are you feeling extra masochistic today or did you just have something in your eye?"

"i didn't say anything-" peter starts.

"you didn't have to," her smile is unkind, all-knowing. peter rolls his eyes with her. "did you talk to y/n?"

peter stops his pacing, his back turned towards her.

he purses his lips, feeling his fingers dig into his wrist. spider-man didn't ask for a name, and now, just hearing it, he knows that it was a good decision.

his strength is relentless, bruises form on his wrists, filling the piece that's missing.

he shakes his head, small movement. "no- i told you." his fingers let go, a breath escapes him. "i told you why i cant-"

"you told me you were being an idiot," peter turns around, faking hurt eyes at her. "and i told you-"

"gwen-"

"that you're just putting yourself through pain for no reason."

peter winces. he runs his eyes over every spare object he can see. breathes in the air just enough to smell nothing at all. he scans the area in every possible way, with every sense he knows how to use.

and still, it's not enough distraction to keep that feeling away.

the one he's been avoiding, the one he removed from his dictionary.

he marks the wall again, feeling the guilt invade his body in a steady pulse of dull colors.

"it's not for no reason." he's firm on that. already decided. he leaves no room for argument.

gwen doesn't seem to care. "is it making you feel better?" she asks, voice filled with disbelief. "is it making her feel better?"

peter goes and sits down next to her, shaking his head while he slides the book in her lap into his own. he plays with the pages, not breaking eye contact with gwen.

she smirks at his restless hands but refuses to break the staring contest.

"it will," peter whispers, hesitant.

he's sure, he promises.

and he knows the rest of gwen's argument. he's seen the antithesis written on the walls. he's heard the screams from miles away. he's checked his texts for more and more understanding, feeling disappointed when he finds none.

he knows--really--that this is hurting you. he knows you well enough to know that.

"in a couple of weeks," he starts but gwen scoffs so peter corrects himself. "months, it will be different. i never thought it would be easy-"

"why don't you just tell her?" the question repeats itself in his head, an erasable pen with red ink. it's plastered into his brain, a constant repetition of the same words.

why don't you tell her? he's thought. but only selfishly, only for himself.

he barely lets himself think the words now.

he shakes his head, fast, quickly, insistent. "i cant."

and that's all. he pretends not to hear gwen sigh, pretends not to listen to the irritation in both of their voices. he's not exactly sure why he allowed this conversation to happen in the first place.

gwen takes her book back, giving peter the chance to stand up again, to resume his energy, his pacing back and forth.

a constant state of bursting atoms.

it's a moment before gwen begins speaking again, ignoring the obvious tension. "you're not going to tell me why you were staring?"

peters mind returns to the present, to the original point.

he winces, already knowing that this is about to get worse.

"uh," he turns to face gwen again, expression full of nothing but shame. "a certain-" he clears his throat. "-spider-like hero had an interaction with a certain civilian last night-"

"you didn't."

"and, as an attentive person i just wanted to make sure that everything was in order-" peters words begin to slow, hands following his movements. he doesn't need to look at gwen to see her scolding eyes. "this morning." he finishes.

he turns back around, whistling as he fakes his nonchalance.

he really is an idiot.

"you did not put on a costume and go talk to y/n when you won't even-"

"it was really late," peter says, in his own defense.

gwen just sighs, throwing her head back and groaning.

peter's wince feels inadmissible.

"peter, you know that's not fair." her voice is soft, convincing, as she tells him. peter would honestly prefer a chiding.

"i know, i know." he mutters, turning back around to go sit next to her.

"you can't do that. not if you're not going to tell her the truth."

and peter doesn't even need to answer.

he knows.

and yet.

he doesn't mean to scare you again.

and, he promises to himself as soon as he's seen enough to recognize you, it wasn't his intention to talk with you--like this, blurry eyes and all--ever again.

and yet, how can he blame himself when you're walking the streets alone, eyes facing the ground in an attempt to yield yourself from the streetlights, bag rattling against your leg?

his body is exhausted, aching from overexertion, and still, his eyes managed to find their way to you.

he doesn't let himself wonder why you're still up, why you're still outside in the stiff, cold air. that seems unfair.

he wouldn't be asking those questions if you were anyone else.

and so, he tries not to note the way you flinch when his feet hit the ground.

"i'm starting to think you're a bit of a night owl," he says, standing up in front of you, keeping his hands where you can see them.

it's the unconscious acts that'll kill him.

your eyes pass down him, blinking rapidly. "that would make you the same." your voice is rough, groggy, hidden beneath the thick air. your shoulders are slouched, caving into yourself. you look more exhausted than he feels.

or maybe peter's imagining things.

"don't worry," he laughs, moving, in turn, to walk with you. "i was just waiting for a stranger to show up."

your brow furrows for a moment, eyes drifting away from the ones you weren't aware you were looking at.

"are you going to ask me if i'm cold again?" you say, just loud enough for him to hear, somewhat irritated, somewhat amused. "because i can assure you, i'm not. just tired."

"fall asleep on the subway, again?" his voice is more pleasant than yours, a perfect collection of syllables, a perfectly practiced question.

he wonders if you don't recognize his voice, or if you've just forgotten how he sounds.

either way, he's not supposed to care, he reminds himself. the exhaustion is getting to him.

the smile on his face feels cheap, a knock-off from the actual version.

"no, unfortunately." your eyes turn back to him, dark circles looking brighter underneath the streetlights.

"then how come i'm here, making sure you don't get murdered?" his voice, he hopes you don't notice, is tainted with something serious. he's unconsciously reached a hand out towards you, trying to lessen the distance between the two of you.

he pulls it back, feeling claustrophobic in his suit.

"do you save a lot of people getting murdered?" peter looks over to you, surprised to see that you're genuinely curious, eyes a bit brighter with the emotion.

you run a hand over your face, scratching at your jaw while you stare at him, lips pursed in a gentle lull.

he almost lets himself get distracted by the movement.

instead, nods and tilts his head, letting his sarcasm be heard in his voice: "no, mostly i just help old ladies crossing the street."

your head tilts up, small grin playing at your lips. "that's a joke, right?"

peter nods, actually, this time.

you nod with him, walking slowly. there's something about your slow pace, the steady rate of your breathing--exact. as if you're counting the seconds it takes--that makes peters eyes follow you, looking down to where your hand is tapping a steady beat against your leg.

you're biding your time, trying not to walk too fast--he remembers, a conversation, just something you told him a long time ago. about how to waste time.

you're more than tired, he knows.

"how far away is your house?" he asks, keeping the apprehension out of his voice.

your eyes snap up, roaming over his masked face. when it was just the two of you, before, you read him differently than anyone else ever had. you saw a brief twitch in his lips and knew everything he was thinking.

he's almost thankful you can't do that now.

"a couple more blocks from here," you say, nodding. "not far."

peter swings his body, slowly, until he's standing in front of you, hand on his chin in a joking manner.

he waits for you to stop, and once you do, trying to avoid knocking into his body, he begins to speak. "don't you think a sleep-deprived superhero might be a cause for concern?"

your brows furrow, staring up at him--a masked stranger with a strange sense of humor. "...i guess so."

peter hums, turning around so begin walking again, exaggerating his movements so your eyes stay focused on him.

he hears you take a few hesitant steps forward.

"if this is you saying that you have to get home..." you leave the end of the sentence off, allowing him a moment to agree or disagree. when peter doesn't, enjoying your curious and awake voice, you continue. "i'm sure i'll be okay for another ten minutes alone."

peter turns around and bursts out laughing, clapping his hands together while you stare at him confused.

"what?" you ask, looking strongly concerned for his sanity.

"where do you live?" he asks, voice returning to normal in an instant.

or as normal as he's allowed to make it around you.

immediately, you're walking past him, smile just a bit moronic. "that's a bit personal, don't you think, spider-man?" you're looking at him like he's bizarre. like this is the weirdest conversation you've ever had.

he's really trying not to notice how your eyes have peeked up, your body holding itself up, the tension in your back disappearing as if it had never been there. he's trying not to observe you the way a friend would. it's just...

"well, as the only other person out here at this current moment," he pretends to look around and check. "no, i don't."

you scoff, still staring at him.

"i'm tired," he says, a bit more pleadingly than intended. "you're tired." he doesn't allow you a moment to argue.

he moves a little bit closer to you.

"i'm not tired," you tell him as if it isn't midnight.

and he can see himself, a desire in front of his eyes, moving in front of you, tracing the darkness under your eyes, moving your face so he can observe, just close enough, for a moment. he sees himself, unafraid of you and the stronghold you have on him.

and then he shakes his head, banning any more images from showing up.

"it'll take a minute," peter promises, still a couple of feet away from you. "i'm just going to swing you home, and then i'll leave. i can't let you walk around at night, again."

"because of... moral obligation?" you ask him, confused eyes not letting go. your voice is shaking, freezing without the motion keeping your body awake. he notes the difference from the other night to now--the curiosity that's spread itself across your face. rather than the frustration, he saw before.

"it physically hurt me, last time," he tells you, voice monotone.

you sigh quietly, looking around.

peter can see the resistance in your face falter. hopefully, you've realized that he's not going to give up.

"i'll be-" you start, voice drawing off as you notice one of peter's hands fiddling with his wrists. "swing?" you clarify, voice going higher with the word.

peter nods, tilting his head. "it's not dangerous," he smiles. "i have some experience."

you stare down at the floor, digging the heel of your shoe into the ground awkwardly. "do you require payment, or will you just put it on my tab?"

"no tab." he rests his chin on his fist. "my only requirement is that you stop falling asleep on the subway." his voice is amused, his body relaxed as he stares at you.

you ignore that, he can tell, and grab your bag to hold it closer to your side. "only a minute?" you ask him.

peter nods. he clears his throat, suddenly feeling the worry hit--your unrelenting trust in him is very motivating. "can i touch you?" he asks softly, holding his hands out in a gesture of innocence.

you shake your head, eyes wide as you stare at him. and then you look up, all the way, a bit terrified at the height.

"i'm only doing this because i've seen you on the news," you say, voice a bit like you're trying to threaten him. "and," you look back down. "you seem pretty good at it." you contort your face into something hard, trying to make yourself look less terrified.

he does not find it intimidating whatsoever, but he nods his head in agreement. his hands are still out, patiently waiting for your permission.

"okay," you say.

and in a motion to grab you, peter pretends that there's no weight in the words.

he pretends he doesn't feel you relax into his arms.

peter shuts your window with a sudden rattle of wind coming over his body.

he waves gently, keeping his head up as he watches you slip off your shoes. you give him a smile as a final goodbye.

he feels insane.

he feels his body, moving, insistent against the night air. he feels his mind beg to go back inside, to tell you the truth, to stop pretending that this is okay.

the silence alone is enough to convince him.

peter begs for the guilt to leave. he begs for this not to feel so much like lying when all he's trying to do is keep you safe.

he feels like a monster, now, with his mask on. running after you in the dark because he was worried that you might've been alone.

he swings away in an instant, going as far as his arm will allow him before releasing.

he wasn't supposed to do that.

any of it.

he wasn't supposed to find you again, he wasn't supposed to care about the recklessness you had decided on, he wasn't supposed to care that you looked so tired. and he wasn't supposed to care that he just wanted a smile out of you.

he should scribble all over the wall now. he's just broken every unspoken rule.

he's let exhaustion cloud his judgment, a foolish mistake he thinks he'll probably make again.

he thinks of how fast you were to trust him--spider-man--and he wonders if maybe that's supposed to show that he's doing the right thing. you have a good intuition, don't you?

he thinks of your awake eyes, filled with a color that looked different to him lately. a color different from the night before.

he feels the guilt drip down his skin in a gentle flood. he feels it touching every point of his skin, something poisonous.

but still, he can feel the lines of a smile on his face.

if he concentrates enough, he can ignore the guilt--shove it aside--and he can focus on the steady melody of his heartbeat, sounding a bit like how he felt when he made you laugh.

it's been weeks. weeks of dull colors, and ruined emotions.

and then there were two days, singular moments within smaller hours, where new colors appeared.

and he hates it, he hates that he can't even do the one thing he promised himself he would do.

he hates that he's hurt you so plainly just to go and seek you out like this.

but then, he feels exhaustion wear on him.

and as he goes home, heartbeat louder than the wind in his ears, he thinks that maybe he can offer you something else.

he thinks of the shift in your face tonight, the laughter he's pleaded to himself for.

he thinks that he could do it, again.

even from a skintight suit.

my masterlist here.

part three.

#tasm peter x reader #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!spiderman x reader #tasm #tasm peter parker #tasm peter x you #spider-man #andrew!spiderman #the amazing spider-man #andrew garfield!spiderman x reader #andrew garfield!peter parker x reader #andrew garfield x reader #andrew!peter x reader

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feitansluver · 3 years

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Oh. My. God. I JUST READ YOUR RULES AND DISCOVERED THAT YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTERS ARE FEI IGURO AND L??? they're literally my favorites too omg 😭😭😭

Anyways since your request is open... Could I please ask for some obanai food? 👀 obanai w a reader who likes to wear his haori, cause they feel comfortable by his scent and close to him? Thanks in advance! 💕💕

Author's note: YAY AN OBANAI REQUESTTTTTT!!!! And OMG REALLY? pls they were all my reasons to keep going I ADORE them more than life. its funny cuz they all give off the same vibe. I can't really tell if you wanted this platonic or romantic, but I'm assuming the latter based off of the last bit of your request. I really like this request btw!<3 You're welcome! As always reblogs, hearts, and constructive criticism are much appreciated. enjoy pastel!

Obanai Iguro w/ a reader who likes wearing his haori

He doesn't understand the appeal.

That's not to say Obanai doesn't find it endearing and adorable, but he doesn't get why you like his Haori so much, even after and explanation.

As for how he found out:

You had woken up one morning and with a pat around the bed, sighed as you noticed your lover had yet again, left early to train at his personal gym-esque thing just outside of you two's quarters. You would visit him and watch, but he didn't like to be watched all too much unless he was teaching a newbie.

Another sigh escaped your lips as you realized your lover wouldn't be back for a while. Slipping out of bed and readying yourself to start your solo day, in the corner of your eye a white and black cloth caught your attention.

With a giddy smile, you ran over and grabbed the snake hashira's haori, putting it up to your face and inhaling Obanai's scent before slipping it on. You didn't even bother thinking of the fact that Obanai forgot his haori whilst being out where other's could see him due to your excitement.

Twirling around in front of the mirror, you laughed heartily as you hugged yourself snuggly into the Haori. God it smelled so much like him. You loved him so much.

At that moment, a hiss broke you out of your lovesick trance as you froze like a deer in headlights: Obanai never left without Kaburamaru.

Grimacing slightly, you prayed that this happened to be a rare occasion as you turned around at slower speeds than a snail, only to see your boyfriend and his snake watching you from the doorway.

Seeing as he has taken his mask off once he arrived back to your quarters, you could feel how he was hiding his triumphant smirk with a deadpan expression as his arms crossed over his chest.

"What's this? Playing dress up? Give me that."

He sounded a bit annoyed, but little did you know, his heart almost beat out of his chest.

He teases you relentlessly about this, regardless of how long ago this happened.

Obanai's a bit more affectionate after that day, trying to spend more time with you since it appears as though you miss him. He'll let you cuddle into him and even play with his hair. (speaking of which, his hair reminds me of that one monster high voodoo character lmfao)

Iguro won't admit it, but he actually invested in a second haori after he saw you in his, its a bit smaller, but he still wears it. He made it this way that way when you stole this one, it wouldn't be super large on you. You two basically trade whenever the haori you have no longer smells like him.

he totally wants you two to match. it also keeps away anyone, aside from him, who tries to romance you.

Definitely makes it his mission to keep this info from being spread amongst the hashira. Last this he needs is to deal with Sanemi and Shinobu's constant teasing as well as Mitsuri's preaches about true love.

He somewhat doesn't like the whole haori thing because Kaburamaru now likes to also lay across your shoulders since he sees stripes and equates it to shoulder laying territory.

Seriously, Kaburamaru will just slide off Obanai to go and receive attention from you. It's jealousy x2 because one, that's his best friend ditching him for his s/o, and two, that's his s/o giving his pet snake more affection than him.

To conclude before I go off on a bigger rant, Obanai isn't very straightforward with his emotions, more than most characters I've written for, but still a bit introverted. However, he definitely loves you, and if this keeps you at peace considering his occupation, he's willing to oblige. That and well, you look absolutely smoking HOT.

End!

#obanai #iguro #iguro obanai #kny obanai #kny iguro #obanai x reader #iguro x reader #obanai iguro x reader #obanai iguro #demonslayer #hashira #snake hashira #kimetsu no yaiba: mugen ressha hen #feitansluver

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sp00kyjellybeans · 3 years

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hi babe! i just found your account & im so happy i did, i love everything you write & you're also like the only person i've found who will write for deputy dewey! (aka my husband) could i request an imagine for being one of Sidney's friends in the first movie and reader is attacked by ghostface but Dewey saves her? he asks her out on a date. you guys have an amazing date and ignore the weird stares from townspeople over a high school girl (18) and the deputy (: thank you so much, babe! <3

yes, ofc :D also, tysm you’re so sweet! I hope you enjoy!! also request is under the cut!

side note - since this is fiction I have no problem writing about this stuff whatsoever but I wanna say that I don’t endorse irl relationships like this!! 18 years old may be a legal adult but an 18-year-olds mindset is very different compared to a 25-year-old’s mindset. just a reminder to stay safe!!! (no hate to u who requested this btw I have no judgment whatsoever ab these things, I just want everyone to be safe tee hee)

Dewey had no intention of losing you. The past few days have been utter chaos with the murders and there was no way that he was going to allow any harm to come to you. He knew that there was a risk that came with you being friends with Sidney, and he didn’t blame her at all, but it made him uneasy. The chances of you getting harmed were too high.

So he kept a keen eye on you. Dewey deemed himself as your bodyguard, not that you minded, until the killer was caught. His constant attention made your heart leap, though you wouldn’t ever admit that aloud to anybody. The possibility of judgment from your peers and parents about this terrified you. It was one thing if they knew about your crush on Dewey. It was a whole other deal if it ever became anything more.

You did your best not to think negatively about such things. It’s not like Dewey felt the same, you thought, he just cared about his little sister’s friends.

So here he was. Pulling you aside as your two friends jumped out of the cruiser to join the party.

“Hey, (Y/n) stick around for a moment?” Dewey held onto your forearm to keep you in your seat.

Your heart skipped a beat. “Yeah, what’s up?”

He paused, his hand still on you, “... Stay safe, please? I’d hate to pull you out of this mess... all bloody or... whatever?” He said lowly. His eyes darkened at the thought of you in the face of harm.

“Totally... Yeah. I’ll be safe. You too... Please?” You smiled at him reassuringly, placing a hand on top of his. His eyes darted back up to meet yours and he grinned.

The party went smoothly for the most part. You didn’t drink much at all and you found yourself glued to the couch next to Randy. He was drunk for the most part. Which was entertaining to say at the least.

Then the party turned out to be not so smooth... Rough. Was rough the world you were looking for? You weren’t completely sure. Since you were currently running across the field that Stu Macher called a front yard, screaming for help. The killer was a few feet behind you, blade raised and gaining on you.

“Someone... Please help!” You wailed. It was at that moment you saw Dewey’s cruiser. “Dewey! Help-”

The balance that kept you upright faltered. You felt your feet trip over the other and you crashed into the grass. You yelped in surprised and covered your face, not wanting to face what was about to come next. “DEWEY HELP!” You screamed one last time.

You peeked through your fingers to see the haunting face mask standing right above you. Ghostface had his arms raised, both hands clutching onto the handle of the knife, he was about to stab you any moment.

The chuckle that came from the killer was low and scary. He jerked to stab you but instead, gunshots rang out. The killer flinched and scurried off. The breath you held in your lungs escaped once the area fell silent. A pair of arms wrapped around you, a familiar scent reaching your nostrils.

“I’m here,” Dewey shushed. You sat in his lap as he rocked your trembling body back and forth. “I’ve got you... What did I say about staying safe?”

“At least I’m not all bloody and beaten,” You squeaked, clinging onto Dewey tightly. You turned your head upwards to face him and he chuckled.

“Yeah, you’re lucky...” He hummed. Dewey inclined his head to reach your lips, which you melted into instantly. Once you both pulled away he flushed red, suddenly realizing the line he had crossed. “Oh shit... I-... Sorry I didn’t mean to-”

“Shut up,” You laughed breathily.

“Would you wanna go out sometime? Like a date...?”

“Of course, Deputy Dewey.”

Once the killers were captured, life went back to normal. Sort of.

You and Dewey found time to go on your date. A simple coffee, that was all. He picked you up from your house and drove into town, guiding you into the coffee shop by hand. And just as you assumed, people were judging you two. It was a small town so everybody knew everyone. The townspeople ogled as you guys entered the shop and made no point to divert their attention as you sat down. You glared in response, making Dewey chuckle.

The waitress approached, wearing an expression similar to everyone else, and took your orders. As soon as she departed you leaned back in your chair with your arms folded.

“God...” you huffed, pouting like a child. “Can’t everyone mind their own fucking business...”

Dewey laughed once more.

“It’s not funny!”

“Sure it is. I mean, come on. Yeah, it’s rude... but I can’t exactly stay mad when you look like that.”

“Look like what?” You sat up in your chair and slammed your hands on the table.

“You’re too cute when you’re mad. You’re like a growling puppy...” Dewey smiled and placed a hand on top of yours, leaning close. You leaned in as well. “Let them think what they wanna think,” Dewey half-whispered. “It doesn’t bother me. You’re the only one I see.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and smiled, leaning in to kiss Dewey. He closed the gap and pressed his warm lips against yours, squeezing your hand in reassurance.

#scream 1996 #dewey riley #dewey riley x reader #scream imagine

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hiimsociallyawkward · 3 years

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the darkest hour pt 2

i'm back with my bs. this is for my bestie @lady-ofmagic-andstars. basically, all of my dumb thoughts while i watched 'darkest hour pt 2', 04.02 of merlin. in case you weren't aware.. ✨spoilers✨

right off the bat i'm sad

ok when i first watched this i was really confused. i mean, you see others when they interact with the dorocha have that perpetual frost on their face right? all of them, every single one. so imagine my surprise when merlin has no frost on his face, and he's miserable yea- but he's not dead??

like tbh, watching this again, ik why but when i first watched this, i was SO confused.

arthur looks so worried slkdjfalskfsd

him being willing to abandon the mission to get merlin back to camelot to be treated 😔🤪😎🤤🤩 lots of emotions

LANCELOT. of course it's lancelot. santiago is perfect. actually.

merlin looks so SICKLY. it physically pains me to see him like that

okok hahaa. the scene where percival is carrying merlin. i have several notes on that.

1) ik it's supposed to be all 'noble' looking. yk? them walking in slow mo, percival carrying merlin like he's been slained in battle. knights looking knightly

ALL I CAN FOCUS ON IS THE LACK OF PROPER NECK SUPPORT FOR MERLIN. PLS TELL ME I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE.

like pls

second note, idk why this remind me of hagrid carrying harry back

idk maybe that's just me but it feels oddly reminiscent

colin is SO pale my heart is actually hurting for him what the heck

asf;lsdjfa;lsdfj 'take me with you' stop.

dude they ACTUALLY care about each other. i just love them. arthur is so worried rn and while i'm like 'alsjfalsdj i don't want arthur to be sad and worried' we can see just how MUCH arthur cares about merlin.

like yea, we KNOW that they care about each other. but arthur is the prince and merlin's a servant so arthur can't have friends, but they're friends, and they care, and it makes me happy

ok it's sad and everything that merlin's basically dying but is it bad of me that i chuckle at merlin SLUMPED over on his horse?? probably.

but i mean, merlin is already raising himself up so he can sit more comfortably on the horse. ik that doesn't mean that he's in the clear yet, but he's doing a LOT better than the other people who ran into the dorocha. idk where i'm going with this

to quote the destiny and chicken podcast (who i love btw, if you want an awesome merlin podcast, check them out), they stay on arthur's face for SO long after merlin and lancelot leave.

i feel EVERYTHING that arthur is feeling in this moment. he's so pretty

there's another beautiful landscape. i'm not even sorry i'm gonna attach them ALL.

tell me that's not gorgeous

LMAO WHAT IS GWAINE DOING IN THAT TREE.

gwaine is the EMBODIMENT of 'boys will be boys' when he sticks his hand into that tree and gets swarmed by bees.

he's adorable and i love him

ok but also, someone tell me why capes are so hot. someone TELL me.

separate from the episode but on the note of capes being hot, i want a cloak SO BADLY. like the whole gist. floor length, big hooded cloak. why?? it's not like i'm sneaking anywhere but still. ✨cloak✨

ok the line where leon goes 'if anyone can get merlin back to camelot, it's lancelot' and arthur's face?? idk what to make of it. someone help me pls.

ok actually this probably isn't the best reaction shot but someone please help

the only thing i can think of is that arthur momentarily forgot and was reminded that merlin was in danger bc of him?

another thought is that he thinks he should take merlin back instead of lancelot?

ik for a fact you guys are better at analysising this stuff than i am so pls, thoughts?

i love lancelot so much. first time i watched this, i was CRUSHED

him carrying merlin to the lake(?) pond(?) area and then covering him with his cape? i love it

ok idk why but i love the idea of merlin instinctively going towards the water

it makes me think back to how he's made of magic and basically everywhere, espeically nature, has magic and instinctively- he wants to connect with nature as much as he can so his body just puts his hand in the water

a dumber thought i had, his hand is ✨sparkly✨in the water HAHAH

omg when the water called lancelot i deadass thought it was freya. i'm actually dumb i have WATCHED this before and i STILL thought it was freya

'a future that has been written since the dawn of time' makes me so proud but also so sad at the same time

it's like, yes, merlin is going to 'save the world' but it's like he's there just to do that. anyways, i just want him to be happy

MORE SPARKLY

these water spirts are op but also MORE SPARKLY. hehe i thin kthat's so funny

also, i'm literally only like 7 mins in. buckle yourself in

l;askdjflskdjf arthur going into the tunnels with the wilderons?? i miss merlin ouch. AND THE GAJA BERRIES. arthur misses merlin.

ok percival tackling gwaine?? cuties ;))

heheheeh gwaine kicking a skull and then running directly behind arthur for protection?? pls stop. i already love you

HAHA OK. THEM WEARING THE GAJA BERRIES ON THEIR FACE REMINDS ME OF THIS FACE MASK . THAT'S LITERALLY HOW I LOOK WITH THAT THIS FACE MASK ON HAHAA

yes im dumb, but the 5 of them slowly peeking over the rock and then ducking back down?? i love that so much they're so cute

omg what's wrong with me. not these knights literally FEARING their lives and me going 'they're so cute'

ANYWAYS

gwaine you absolute dumbass. smh merlin just took it but you just HAD to stab it. #cancelled

FRICK. YOU. AGRAVAINE.

YES. i have a love hate relationship with gaius, but BUST into the council room. king energy right there

smh gaius you pUSH over.

I LOVE GWEN RIGHT HERE

YES

FIGHT FOR WHAT IS RIGHT

DON'T LET ALL THOSE SMELLY OLD COUNCILMEN PUSH YOU AROUND

THIS IS ACTUALLY QUEEN SH!T RIGHT HERE EVERYONE ELSE CAN LEAVE

stfu agravaine 'gueniviere'. ST F UP

ok gwen. pop OFF

you KNOW that arthur would've fought agravaine on this. GO GWEN for speaking her mind

oh look at me with anotehr fic rec. sort of, not really. ok but this scene with gwen talking about all the villagers remind of this fic called To Love, Honor, and Piss Off by @thenerdyindividual .

ok so it's basically a fic where basically merlin and arthur have this 'arranged marriage' type thing for 3 years, and merlin is arthur's 'common consort'. what that means is that arthur marries merlin as a show of good faith and to learn more about what it means to be a commoner- merlin giving arthur the tea about commoner life

anywAYS. check that our if you want, but i loved it

stfu 'i feel the pain as much as you' agravaine. hop off my dick

YES. GWEN. PLANT THAT SEED OF DOUBT THAT AGRAVAINE MIGHT NOT BE ALL THAT HE SEEMS. i love gwen :,)

wow when she's intellegent with her speaking so everyone HAS to side with her but also respectful so NO ONE can get mad at her?? i stan. i ACTUALLY stan

santiago is so pretty

the PANIC in his voice. i stan.

HAHA AND MERLIN'S SNARKY 'SHH'

merlin is ready to GO. he's like, sorry for almost dying. that was ill advised of me.

i'm actually soft for any displays of friendship ever. what does that mean about me 💀 KIDDING. anyways..

i love the *swing* *duck* 'yea, not as quick as arthur

sa;kfs;akdfj lancelot insisting that merlin go back to camelot and merlin just nOt

LADS

stop rn. lancelot's face when merlin turns away. i am in pAin. I AM SO SAD OVER LANCELOT. PLS LANCELOT.

this isn't exactly, but morgana's paleness from here on out reminded me of merlin when he was literally DYING.

anyways, that's my note on that

like, yes- i get it- morgana is evil now. but idk should i feel bad for her? she looks so pale and ghasty and just :(

aksfhaskdjfas;ldf morgana

HAHA MORGANA IS SO EDGY IN THIS MOMENT. 'I'D RATHER DROWN IN MY OWN BLOOD THAN SEE THAT DAY' SO DRAMATIC. WHY IS SHE SO EMO/GOTH. LIKE IK I SHOULD BE SCARED FOR WHAT THAT MEANS BUT I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING

stfu don't kill gwen i'll KiLl you

agravaine literally needs to die

stop. i am literally SCREAMING when agravaine is asking gwen to meet him in his chambers. PLS. STOP. STOP STOP STOP. I NEED A WHISLTE. I BITE MY THUMB AT AGRAVAINE. HE NEEDS TO SACK THE HATEFUL MANSION. BETTER YET I'LL BURN HIS MANSION

again, someone tell me why capes are so hot. especially these red ones?? i'm in love with them.

ok see this guy?? he just died with the forst on his face. not merlin?? he started getting better. surly that should've tipped them off that merlin was different

merlin's little head quirk when he does magic. ALSFJASLDFJAS MERLIN. NO ONE SAID YOU WERE USELESS. AND IF THEY DID I WOULD BEAT. THEM. UP. GIVE ME ADDRESS RN.

wow. seriously. i'm gonna attach all the pretty landscape pictures

morgana's like 'i'll cut a b!tch'. ok ik morgana's evil and everything, but morgana flinging that guard against the wall is bad ass

oh this is weird but gwen telling agravaine to 'show courage' but the whole room tinted green? ik this isn't harry potter or anything but idk i thought that was interesting. i'm not abt to go into if i think agravaine is a slytherin or what but still

STOP. GET. YOUR. HANDS. AWAY. FROM. HER. I ACTULALY HATE HIM. SHE'S SO UNCOMFORTABLE. BACK THE FRICK UP AGARAVINE.

morgana :( smh you can't deny that morgana and gwen carried for each other and morgana flinging gwen away is making me sad. don't touch me

asldjfasldasd 'you're never alone' elyan i love you

lancelot and merlins being lads. omg no them talking about gwen

lancelot is SO noble. stop this reminds me of Die for you in secret by @emrysofmagic so much right now. not gonna lie. your fic LITERALLY lives in my head rent free and sometimes i think of it and my heart just HURTS in those last few chapeters. PHYSICALLy. i am in pain. anyways.

stop the trope where it's like "i love them, but i just want them to be happy. it doesn't matter if they're with me or not. i just want them to be happy"

I WAS LITERALLY SCREECHING AS MERLIN WAS CALLING KILGHARRAH i'm not even capping

ok so it's been like a month ish since i've watched merlin bc i was waiting for @//f-f-podcast 's destiny and chicken podcast, so i don't exactly what terms kilgharrah and merlin are at right now

still i think it's very sweet of merlin to bow slightly when kilgharrah looks at him

'the bravest and most noble of them all' 🥺

aw. merlin is really saying good bye right now

ok this scene is weird bc like i said, i don't rlly remember how merlin and kilgharrah are right now but it still makes me sad

asldjfslakdjfasd merlin and kilgharrah are old friends now. that makes me happy but sad at the same time

ok the 'it will be an empty world without you, young warlock' kills me.

obviously, we know that even though they butt heads, kilgharrah and merlin both care about each other

not only is kilgharrah being forced to let merlin go right now, but he's making peace with the fact that he'll be alone

the last dragonlord is planning to die. and kilgharrah is going to be alone again, like he was in that cave.

another thing is that if merlin died rn then we would never have aithusia. i'm kinda going on a tangent now but idk this scene is sad

this forest is so pretty

literally just lancelot's face and lancelot in this whole episode.

that's my note

HAHA GWAINE BURNING IS SOCKS

LADS BEING LADS

I LOVE THEM

omg i always see posts about this.

like merlin and lancelot planned that lancelot was going to walk in first and trick them and THEN merlin walked in

that's so funny to me. they're SO dramatic HAHAH

merlin looks so happy

BRO

ARTHUR

JUST HUG

HIM

PLS

STO

JUST HUG HIM WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM

Tell me why they actually look MARRIED here. PLS

🥲🥲 SELF SACRIFICING IDIOTS I LOVE YOU BOTH YOURE BREAKING MY HEART

LADS I LOVE THEM

🤠🤠 arthur wanting Gwen to be happy is KILLING ME. He loves her so much

This is so pretty. Honestly like how

Who let merlin have this many pretty landscapes

HOENSTLY

Lajs;dlkfajd buds in a boat together.

This reminds me of going to amusement parks and there’s always that boat ride

They’re the cutest

Ok so they also have this picture. It’s actually 3 pictures spliced together because the episode pans down and it’s really badly spliced (sorry) but LOOk how pretty that is.

WTF

Omg not me literally copying merlin with his slow mo head flick at the wyverns to make them go away

;sldkfjasdlkjasd leon percival and elyan and my heart.

Ok i’m not even gonna try to lie. They all have my heart

Frick you cailleah

Omg i was like ‘gwaine you dumbass’ jK i love him. Pls don’t come for my neck

Asldjfasldjfka ‘i’m prepared to pay whatever price is necessary’

HAHA CAN YOU NOT. WHAT IS WITH THIS CREEPY ‘COME HITHER’ HAND MOTION MS CAILLEAH

Stopp rn. ‘It’s my density

STOP. I AM HOWLING. LANCELOT

WHY

COME BACK

NO NONO PLS. YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME.

stop rn merlin is all alone.

PAN TO ARTHUR WHO IS LITERALLY SURROUNDED BY EVERYONE.

Stop they all look so sad. I’m so sad.

merlin looks like he’s cried

I’m not sure abt arthur with his ‘no man is worth your tears’ type business but still

I am ✨sad✨

I screamed at this picture. I am depressed

Anyways

Gwen’s face is killing me

I’m so sad i don’t even want to write commentaries

Arthur realizing that lancelot only died because he loved gwen

Gwen standing in front of the fire

Aslkdfjasldjfa im so sad

HER STANDING IN FRONT OF THE FIRE ALL ALONE.

I. AM. SO. SAD.

STFU THAT THRONE IS NOT “RIGHTFULLY” YOURS MORGANA

STOP PLS GET AWAY

WHAT IS WITH THIS WEIRD TENSION

PLS DO NOT STAND WITHIN KISSING DISTANCE

IK YOU’RE NOT TECHNICALLY BLOOD RELATED BUT STILL.

PLEASE.

STOP.

I HATE AGRAVAINE

✨we hate agravaine in this house✨

😭😭 not merlin having ANOTHER secret. I’m so sorry bby

Anyways! I’ll be back next week to rant more about the wicked day so I’ll see you then! thanks I love you bye

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ashleyswrittenwords · 4 years

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“I think I just ripped my pants.” Can we please get some preciously hilarious Zelink with this? If you're up for it, could it be set in a modern AU of sorts? Stay safe during the pandemic btw!

I didn’t mean to take all day to write this.

Oh! And it’s a precursor to all of my Queen and Her Bodyguard writings!

(And you too, Anon. Thank you.)

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“I think I just ripped my pants.”

Her bodyguard mirrored her wide-eyed stare.

It was the bloody Bloody Marys, because of course it had to be. It wasn’t even noon on the pier walkway of south Necluda and the Queen of Hyrule ripped her pants next to a public bathroom.

“You ripped your pants,” Link echoed her surmise as he stood over her sitting form.

Letting her legs sprawl out in front of her, she immediately felt how warm the ground was. Slightly dazed, she nodded, “I ripped my pants.”

This was supposed to be a pleasant summer vacation, and up until now it was. Her favorite second cousin’s vacation home wasn’t far from here. They were actually meant to meet Midna for brunch soon. Then, Link had found this cozy hole-in-the-wall breakfast place that served the most amazing bottomless mimosas and Bloody Marys (for her, he had qualms with drinking on the job).

It wasn’t long after that, on their walk to the real breakfast restaurant, that Link hadn’t believed that Zelda did gymnastics for three years as a kid and prompted her to prove it. What he didn’t realize was that she actually would attempt a cartwheel three drinks in with flip-flops on.

Once he got over the shock of the fantastic display, he knelt down and took assessment of her. “Are you hurt?”

There was a seriousness in his voice that hardly suited the situation. Zelda devolved into a bubbly grin before shaking her head.

Eventually satisfied that her fall was harmless, he took her hands and helped her up.

“Wait,” she stopped him. “Check for me.”

Zelda bit her lip and watched the people around them. There weren’t many people along the walkway and it wasn’t a densely populated area. The chances for paparazzi was slim since Impa had anonymously leaked to the press that the Queen was in Hebra for summertime skiing. Besides, she wasn’t in elaborate makeup and a thin tee shirt and jeans hardly held a semblance to her typical suits and gowns.

Carefully, Link had her stand close to the wall. She stared ahead, dread filling her as he peaked around.

“Oh,” he let out a low whistle, “Yeah, you were right.”

Her neck nearly snapped, “Please tell me you’re lying.”

“I’m not.” He sounded mournful.

“What color is my underwear?”

“Blue with white polka dots.”

“Shhhit.”

Link straightened and silently surveyed where they were, “Go into the family restroom and I’ll buy you a new pair in a gift shop. Does that sound good?”

Nonverbally, she consented because there wasn’t a better idea on the table.

Somehow, they didn’t raise any suspicion as he assisted her in shuffling over towards the door, which was thankfully vacant.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” he said through the cracked door. Zelda nodded, though now nervous that he was leaving her alone with ripped pants.

“Be quick,” she started. “Please.”

“I’ll be right back,” he reiterated before letting the door close. Just beyond it, Link didn’t walk away until he heard the click of the lock.

Then, she was alone. The bathroom was like any public restroom on the beach. Sand littered the floor, there was a loud vent at the top, and a peculiar smell that she didn’t want to overanalyze. To her right was a mirror above the sink that was so cloudy that there was no way she could take proper assessment of the state of her favorite pair of jeans. They were old, yes, but that was their beauty. The fabric had bleach stains in some places and the seams were stretched to a comfortable fit – but that was probably the source of their downfall.

Absently, she took her phone out and wrote Midna a vague text that she would be a little late. She knew her cousin would conjure a twisted explanation for this, but it wasn’t something she couldn’t defuse later.

How did Link already know her pant size?

It felt like forever since Link had left when, in reality, it only took fifteen minutes.

A knock on the door made her jump, “Someone’s in here!”

“It’s me,” Link said in that baritone voice. She opened it up to a crack and once his face confirmed that it was Link, she let him in.

“You seem annoyed,” she guessed as he shut and locked the door behind him. He was carrying a plastic bag.

Link let out a sigh, “I went to three different stores and they only had sweatpants that were three sizes too big for you or the shortest shorts I’ve ever seen.”

A tinge of worry crossed her as she looked between him and the bag. “So, what did you get?”

“Bear with me, I have a plan,” he started, bringing out a pair of gray sweatpants. On the side it said in big bold letters “Necluda Beaches”.

He watched her tilt her head to the side, “But aren’t they too big?”

“Yes, but they are my size.”

She blinked at him, “And I’m going to wear… your jeans.”

Not sure what her reaction would be, he slowly nodded.

“Okay,” her lips formed a tight line. “O-okay.”

Stuttering was very, very not regal, so to mask her embarrassment she turned to give him privacy. Then, at his awkward coughing, she tensed and her hands scrambled to pull the rip seams of her behind together. An extremely uncouth blush rose and she thanked herself for choosing boy shorts over thongs.

“If,” she said to mask the fact that her bodyguard was undressing behind her, “If you ever decide to leave me for the private sector, I should make you sign an NDA.”

He laughed breathily, hanging his jeans on the sink and took a moment to observe Hyrule’s Queen tightly grip her bottom. With a smile and diverted eyes he scoffed, “I’ve signed too many to count already. Not that I would be leaving you so easily.”

“Hm, good.”

Once he was done, he lightly tapped her shoulder and told her he’d be waiting outside. By the time she turned, the bathroom door was closing. She tugged her jeans off and flipped them over to see the elongated rip had torn through the middle seam from the belt loops to her crotch. It made Zelda groan. She supposed she could ask Midna to sew it together, but she also didn’t want to have to explain the situation without a couple more drinks.

So, without a proper funeral, Zelda stuffed the jeans into the bathroom wastebasket.

Link’s jeans still hung off the sink and she began to stick one leg at a time, reminding herself that she was still intoxicated and really didn’t want her bodyguard breaking down the door if she hit her head on anything. And if occupying a bathroom for twenty or so minutes wasn’t suspect enough, that would certainly do her in.

Zelda didn’t have to shimmy her way into them like she did with her old jeans. They were long, but definitely built for someone who lacked hips. They stopped loosely at her waist. With a furrowed brow, she pulled the waistband out and saw the significant gap between the denim and her stomach. It was a shame because they may come off as high-waisted jeans.

Her eyes darted to what lied in the sink. For an embarrassing moment, she had thought a snake had crawled up the drain. It was Link’s thick brown belt he had been wearing earlier. Not wanting her bodyguard to wait too long, she looped the belt on only to find that there weren’t enough holes to fasten the jeans on comfortably.

But with a quick glance in the foggy mirror, they looked infinitely better.

“Hey, Link,” she said pushing the door open with her foot while holding the belt in place.

His eyes met her first and then sunk lower.

“Do you have anything that could punch more holes – wait, do I look weird?” Zelda frowned at his staring.

He quickly blinked out of his stupor, “No, no. I can do that.”

They found themselves in the bathroom together again and he patted himself, looking for something before coming to a realization. “Your left pocket.”

From the left pocket of his jeans, Zelda pulled out a thin pocket knife and he took it from her. As he crouched to his knees, Link lightly undid the belt buckle. A thick flush ran up Zelda’s neck at the sight of it. Blond strands escaped his carefully set hair and shadowed his face. The flush grew darker when the pull to make it messier came to her thoughts.

“Do you carry that around all the time?”

His fingers measured where he supposed it would be tight enough and gave a short nod, “I carry a lot of things with me. Missed that though.”

“I’m sorry for ruining your belt.”

“It’s nothing. Looks better on you anyway.” Then, he met her gaze. “Will this work, Your Majesty?”

The corners of his lips upturned at her scowl.

“Remind me that I’m on vacation.”

Link tugged at the belt to meet where he marked, “Will this work, Zelda?”

A smile crested her eyes, “Yes.”

—-

“My darling cousin,” Midna drawled. Five separate mimosa glasses sat in front of her – empty. “You missed the most delicious strawberry tarts.”

Zelda frowned, shortly thanking Link for pulling out her seat, and sat down. “What happened to them?”

“I ate them. Oh, my goodness, Link, that fashion choice,” she burped. “Gorgeous.”

Zelda closed her eyes, wishing she wasn’t here. However, Link grinned.

“Thank you, Lady Midna.”

“Ugh, so formal. And, goddesses, Zelda, your boyfriend jeans are just so fetch,” Midna laughed at her own joke and waved the server over before she could answer.

#Midna is me #anyway #this is why im rate on all the requests lmfao im sorry #qahb #the queen and her bodyguard #ily anon #zelink #zelink fanfiction #loz #ashleyswrittenwords #Anonymous

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Hey! I LOVE THE IDEA OF INVISIBLE PETER PARKER!!! PLS PLS PLS WRITE SOMETHING! I LOVE READING YOUR WORK! (also, I hope you're safe and healthy in the quarantine)

Hello, love, I am doing alright in quarantine, and I hope you are too, including anyone who sees this! Stay safe, people, oh, AND WEAR YOUR MASKS!!! Also, thank you for the ask, I will do my best to meet your expectations! :)

So, with Invisible! Peter Parker you have two options. (I’m sure there’s more, don’t come at me) But obviously we have Peter being able to turn invisible after his spider bite. The second one would him having a lab incident and causing temporary invisibility. Basically, in this post I’m going over both options cause why not:

Peter Parker becoming invisible In a Lab Accident Au:

Btw, to me, this is more of a crack idea, but it's still really fun to think about, also it includes Harley, so bonus points:

The accident happens of course when Tony isn't there. Harley and Peter are in the lab, probably touching things they wouldn't be aloud to touch if Tony were there, but Mr. Stark's on a very important buisness trip.

Basically how it goes is they're both there, something spills, and then the next moment Peter's gone. Harley can still hear him AND he can still feel when Peter touches him.

Peter's immediate response is to call Mr. Stark, but Harley, being the little shit that he is, claims that it would just be an inconvenience for Tony to have to come all the way home when the effects might where off in an hour or so.

Long story short, the effects don't wear off in an hour, so Harley's next big idea is to prank the remaining workers and Avengers in the Compound. Peter agrees, easily. (They're two reckless teenagers, what do you expect?)

So, Harley goes bursting into the common room, invisible Peter in tow, complaining about there being a ghost at the Compound. The Avengers are not impressed.

Instead, Harley claims he can now lift things with his mind. And this leads to Peter following behind Harley all day and just picking random things up.

It works ever better because Peter can lift up to 10 tons, so the Avengers just go around asking Harley to lift cars and fridges and whatnot.

The day before Tony gets back, everyone finds out Peter was turned invisible after the boy accidentally walked in on Steve and Bucky ✨ passionately ✨ making out on the couch when they thought no one was home.

(To lesson it up the two men were broken apart by the sounds of a sixteen-year old screaming like a girl)

And because the Avengers are now in on the fun and games, they decide one last prank on Tony couldn't do any harm.

So, when Tony gets back the next day and as he goes for his cup of coffee, Peter has the great idea to just say 'boo.' That's all, nothing harmful.

What Peter doesn't expect is for Tony to throw his hot-steaming coffee at the invisible boy.

Tony's freaking out because there's just floating coffee splatters in the air and Peter's screaming because his t-shirt is soaked with a hot liquid. It hurts, ok?

Tony doesn't stop screaming until Harley explains that it was a joke and he's like, "My heart can not take your bullshit, Keener."

Harley then has to explain that Peter's the one invisible and that just leads Tony into more a fit by trying to find a cure for the boy.

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Ok that was kind of a rush, but it was also just a crazy idea I had planned in my head and I just wanted to get it out there. The next part is Peter becoming invisible after the Spider bite and a legitimate short story! Please enjoy!

First, before we get into the story, imagine Peter turning invisible after the spider bite and him not knowing what to do as he watches May and the police frantically trying to find him because he’s labeled as “missing.”

On to the story:

Peter's been watching Mr. Stark and the rest of the team run around the quinjet for the last forty minutes. They were supposed to be inflintrating a Hydra base by now, but after Clint and Natasha went in a half a hour ago and went radio silent, the Avengers have been freaking out.

Their two spies were supposed to be in and out, place the bomb, give a warning through the coms and leave and escape on the plane. Obviously their plan backfired, and now Peter's sitting and playing with the thread of string coming from the bench he's on.

He's not worried, he can still hear the two's heartbeat within the building. Actually, at the moment, his only job is to focus on his teammate's breathing, but for a second his mind slips and picks up the remaining Avengers in the background, "We aren't getting in Rogers, that is a secured building that Romanoff couldn't get in! They were caught, unless you can turn invisible, then we're at a lost cause!"

Peter rolls his eyes, the only thing this leads to is each Avenger trying to out-yell the other while Bruce tries not to Hulk-out. But then he's lost his teammates heartbeats, and all he can hear is the others screaming. Focus. He's trained for this. Hell, he's locked himself in a room with screaming robots and focused soley on Tony's heartbeat three floors down. This shouldn't be hard.

And Peter thinks he can hear Clint's again, the rhythmic beat of only his heart. Ba-dum-thump, ba-dum-thump. It's there, he almost has Natasha's now. Sooooo close, he thinks. Then something crashes to the floor and it's all gone.

He glares at the Avengers, there's no point, they don't see it. And then, in a last moment of thought, an idea pops into his head. The words replay in his head, "something something, invisible." Correction, the words sort of replay in his head. And then he's smiling because it reminds him of that one John Mulaney episode andddddd he's getting off track.

Peter takes a jump from his seat and points at Tony, the man pauses and raises an eyebrow, "Pete, what're you doing, I thought I told you to-"

"I know!" He grins, "What did you say earlier?"

The adult's stare at him, "What?"

Peter takes another step forward, catching Bruce's eyes from the corner of the jet, "You said, 'something, something, invisible!'"

Mr. Stark nods, "Kid, that was five minutes ago. What are you talking about?"

Peter blinks, "Oh," bounding closer to the group, he surprises them with his high tone, "Doesn't matter, look!" And the boy raises his hand, the group quizzically stares until they watch his hand disappear.

Bruce is the first one to say something as he steps out from his chair, "How are you doing that?" Peter let's his hand become visible as Bruce takes it in his reach, examining it like it's some kind of relic. Mr. Stark's mouth is wide open. Peter wishes he had a camera.

"I can sneak into the building and rescue Nat and Mr. Barton! That way, I won't get caught, cause I'm invisible! Literally!"

They all stare at him, "Remember, you said 'something, soemthing-' oh! You said, 'unless you can turn invisible-'" Peter does finger quotes as he restates Tony words, getting lost in his little rant, he jumps when Tony grabs his shoulders.

The man bends a bit to get eye level with him, which to be honest, isn't very far, but that's alright, "Since when can you turn invisible?"

Peter shrugs, "Since I got bit by the spider-"

Sam interrupts him, "Wait you actually got bit by a spider? That's how you got your powers?"

He nods, but Tony's waving a hand to silence the other man, Peter continues his story, "But, yeah. I got bit and just disappeared." He laughed, "Looking back on it, I went missing for like two days technically. I wonder if it's on my record."

Mr. Stark looks flabbergasted, oh to have a camera right now, "You- you're worried about your record?"

"Well, yeah, that's kind of important, I think. I mean, it's not like I did anything wrong-"

"Kid, kid, stop. Why didn't you tell us?" Tony looks concerned now. It's not like he was hiding anything.

The boy shrugs and grins at them, "I didn't think it was important." The group in general makes various noises of disapproval. "What! It wasn't!"

"Well," Mr. Stark grabs the boy's shoulder and spins him towards the jet's door, "How do you feel about getting a bit more engaged in this mission?" Peter grins, he's definitely ready.

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Hehe, I'm sorry this is so short.... I really hope you like it though, the ask box is always open if you want more! I would love some feedback as well!

@unofficial-spiderman

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hypnotixstorm · 4 years

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Can I get an imagine of Hiei from Yu Yu Hakusho? Maybe an AU hundreds of years ago where he ends up caring for a human woman and teaching her how to defend herself. If you don't like that one, anything you think of.

Character: Kanda from DGM NSFW Prompt: "Make me." Love youuuuuu 😘

How about a NSFW scenario of Kakashi coming home to his sweet little naughty civilian S/O? 😜 A bit of role play where they call him sensei while he's doing them on the kitchen table?

Thanks for the Soi Bean Post! This gonna be my last Soi Fon request. Sorry for being quite a Soi Queen freak. For my request can you Soi after shower decides to wear s/o clothes. S/O tries to take picture of her. Then she tells that she has falling in love with you. You have changed let me take care of you. You can be very very very sluff on this one. Thanks!

ok ok so i have a few requests 🥺🥺 so! first could you maybe do an “I missed you.” with Rukia? 🥺💗 just fluff for my baby girl aaaa

Ichigo kissing his s/o in the rain 😆😆😆 Headcanons or scenario is up to you! 💙

ANYTHING SHIKAMARU. Deadass anything

Hey! I was wondering if I could request some Rukia x fem!reader relationship headcannons? Only if you're able to! Tysm! 💖

I hope requests are open but I was wondering if you could do something with byakuya and his s/o being like a very intimidating couple but his s/o is actually very sweet to everyone?

Kakashi x reader and instead of team 7 its now y/n tryna see whats under the mask and eventually she just asks and he actually reveals it adfhsjjs

Can I please get rat dad Ging being seduced by a younger woman who refuses to take “no” for an answer until he finally gives her what she wants? NSFW please! 💖

ok so please don't feel pressured to write this birthday imagine 🥺 i know u have a lot of requests rn ah. but! if you're able to i really would love another toshiro one bc i'm a sucker for him 😭 maybe one where he's really overworking himself so the reader helps him relax and it just ends in cuddles 🥺💓 only if you're able to! ilysm ��💖💓💖💓💘💓💘💓

ok i swear this is the last one i feel bad requesting sm 😭 but maybe a “Do you wanna, maybe, go out sometime?” with toshiro bc he really is best boy 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

OKAY SO ANOTHER ONE WITH SABURO WITH UHHHH GOING ON A FIRST DATE WITH HIS S/O ICIXHAJGSSHSSUSKSU he'll probs driving his van around with the music blasting out 👀👀

honestly i would kinda die if u wrote some renji smut 😳😳 literally in any situation, i'm just needy rn 😭

ok ok i'm here hehe. how about, the reader gets really injured during a battle and shiro's kinda blaming himself for it. kindaaa angst into a super fluffy ending if that's ok hhh 🥺

Hi 🥰 Can I get a headcanon for Kakashi with a really seductive s/o, like she likes to tease him in public and whispers dirty things in his ear and calls him daddy? Nsfw pls? 😊😁

“make me” and hisoka??? thank you

hehe this is for the 🦋🦋 event! congrats on 200 bb!! so, i saw attack on titan on your list and i'm experiencing a severe lack of my best boy marco 🥺🥺 if you don't write for him that's fine hehe, but if you do, could i please maybe get a lil scenario where marco helps the reader out with her training and then they accidentally confess their feelings and it's just rlly fluffy and cute? 🥺 i need marco being happy in my life rn sbdjdhdjr 💓💓

“If you keep biting your lip like that, I’m holding you accountable for my actions.” for Kakashi please! I love him 🤤

If your requests are still open, can i ask for some domestic kakashi fluff? Ty

Hi mommas❤️❤️ CAN I PWEASE request some Guren (seraph of the end) relationship headcanons ? Not nsfw but maybe a little steamy 🥺🥰 I LOVE UU -🍒

Hi Chloe 🥰 Can I have some spicy nsfw headcanons for Yami where his s/o is acting really bratty during sex and he puts her in her place? 😪😂😊

Kageyama wirh Oikawas sister reader? there just chillin Nd stuff and toru comes over and picks y/n up and they hug and kageyama is like “eXcuSe mE???” forgive my spelling im on mobile lmao

Hiii❤️❤️ Can I request an imagine where you live in a small town and work at a cafe and Bakugou is your cliche small town boyfriend? Or headcanons! The idea is so cute and I love your writing 😊

okay so uHHHHH you can just go for Mephisto sharing some food with his s/o owo;; take your time on it too because i know it's gonna be really great either way!

A reader insert saved by vampire! main YYH crew from a pack of werewolves

Since you said requests are open maybe.. suga subbing for you? Idk he's just always appeared like someone who would love to please you in anyway possible.

V A M P I R E LAVI!!! DO IT GIRL!! 👌👌♥️♥️♥️

Fake dating with Lavi!!!!! Need more of the DGM boyz!! 😂

can I get an itachi x reader fic where it's itachi's birthday and the reader decides to give him a special night (👀), wearing lingerie, lighting candles, etc. for him to come home to? I love your work (and you!!) sm btw 🥺💞 - nina!! (@kunoichihatake)

hello ✨💕 it’s me, ryn 😘 if it’s okay, can i request a nishinoya x female!reader? perhaps a first date at the boardwalk with like the rides and carnival stuff? then at the end of the date he kisses her and it turns out the karasuno squad was following them the whole night hehe?

Hi! Can I request a prompt of some soft Kakashi, maybe some cuddles, perhaps it gets a little heated... a lil' Nsfw never hurt nobody👀👅 Thank you so muuch!~😍❤️

If I had kakashi in front of me I would tell him “aren’t you tired of being the most handsome man here?”

Hi! I saw that requests were open for the Haikyuu!! boys so here I am! I was wondering if I could request a Tsukki x reader where Tsukki has a crush on the reader but doesn't know how to express his feelings other then throwing insults. it can be angsty or fluffy I just really love Tsukki as a tsundere lol. (also btw I LOVE your theme and blog aesthetic its very pretty!)

Hey wifey😚 so Ichigo has stolen my heartttt can I get the strawberry boy with an S/O who gets super shy with with physical contact? Tyy💗💗

Fake dating with Lavi!!!!! Need more of the DGM boyz!! 😂

NSFW Vampire Squall (FF8) for very obvious reasons because UUUUUUGH

Hello there miss, my name is kandaxxx. Nice to meet you since I have definitely never requested from you before and this is definitely my first time and i am definitely not taking advantage of your bomb writing skills to ask you to write a “Choke me, daddy.” for Seymour from FF (love you forever and always!!!!!!)

hey butterfly 🥺 can you please write a story where the reader and (any character) are fighting and it turns out it was just about something stupid? like chicken nuggets? thank you 🥺💗

Eek! DGM! I was wondering if you would do a request for a general Allen Walker relationship HC? I don’t see him on the character list, but I’m just curious *bows* Thankyou senpai!

Spin The Bottle with any of the DGM characters that you're comfortable writing????? (but like obviously when Kanda spins the bottle it has to land on the reader [me] because YOU KNOW WHY OK????????) ilysm!!! 😍

I’m thinking a smut scenario of some kind that uses the prompts “Perhaps I need to remind you of your place.” and “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.” I feel like those are very Nozel Silva things to say. 😈 -bakubabes-hatake

Omfg HI mommy, Can i request really fluffy and soft itachi after he comes back from a mission? Non-massacre AU and you’re on the same team as sasuke lolol thirsty for them age gaps ❤️ thank youuuu ily -🍒

Can I get a fake dating with Kand--Roy Mustang (hahahaha) 👉👈🥺

Is this okay to ask for? Egor taking care of s/o who has period cramps... Ty!

Hello! Can I please request some headcanons for Kiba with a S/O with a praise kink? And for Shikamaru with a S/O with a choking kink? Thank you so much.

Wow. Here is me putting in a request. Shocker, right?? 😂 I want some Greed, baby 😈 as for the prompt, it's not in your list, but could you maybe do something based off of "Oh my god. Did we just break the bed?" ???? 👉👈

It's a shame u only have one ling request, so could I request some Ling x Reader where they're both absolutely oblivious until Lan Fan or Ed or someone finally just tells them for them? Sorry if I didn't make any sense ❤️❤️

ok idk if you write threesomes but 😳😳 if you could write one with daichi and suga n maybe some dp, i'd probably die 🥺💓 only if you're comfortable with that tho ♡

Tyki flirting with his crush in his native language of Portuguese? I really love your work and please have some candy 🍬🍭🍫

hi butterfly! 🥰 i hope you're doing well! you already know what i'm going to ask you for — a request! i just feel really down in the dumps lately. can i request headcanons for an s/o that takes graduation pictures on their grandmother's 3 year death anniversary with kenma, nishinoya & kuroo? i hope you can do my request! you don't have to do it if you don't want to!

hehehe kuroo, tsukki and kageyama headcanons of their s/o sending them a nude while they at training and them making an excuse to get home and fUcK yOu SeNsELeSs - 🌊

Hello may I request itachi x reader. People learned the truth and he can finally return to his wife and children in the village 🥺 and they don’t have to be in secret anymore

holy shit,, i am starved for the squall content,,, if you don't mind, catching you wearing their clothes?

S/O walking in on kakashi masturbating? 👉👈 💕

#this is a lot longer than i thought it would be #holy hell #i have so many requests #a bit frightened now #but oh whale #i hope you guys are excited for all these requests #i know i am #although im intimidated #by their sheer numbers #IVE GOT THIS THO #FOR MY CUTE #LIL #BUTTERFLIES #I LOVE YALL

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fauhwn · 3 years

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(wtf fauhwn uses proper grammar??) Howdy folks; this is pretty well overdue considering I made up these kids back in August, but I kept changing the story so there's a lot of inconsistency, and I apologize for that, haha.

Anyways today we-well-I, will be discussing/sharing Ryan's backstory

btw i have little to no knowledge on the military which will be a big part of ryan's story, so forgive me.

(The ski mask son of a bitch)

Again I make changes to the story every 0.2 seconds that my mind can functionally think. Also warning this will be fairly long considering I write a lot.

Ryan McClain (fake identity, not his actual name) was born in Michigan, in the more Northern, rural regions. His birthday is on November 13th, and was born anywhere from 1982-1990, also 6'5. (he's 25 in the story I just quite haven't put a pin on what year it takes place in. But the years are around 2005-2011) His father's name is John Reyes. His mother was Deborah Reyes. She died when Ryan was around 4-5 due to a sickness. John was heartbroken, since he really loved her. He's not a very good father to Ryan, and even before Deborah's death he was pretty shit. Anyways he always brings some woman home every couple of months. Ryan had like 3 or 4 stepmoms lol. They were all bitches too so Ryan didn't like any of them.

When Ryan's mother died, his uncle, David Reyes, took care of him a lot. (Even before her death him and his uncle would get along.) David is a super kind man, and is the older brother of John by quite a lot of years. He was born in like the 1940s or 50s, likely the latter, and was part of like, the Special Forces or something I think. Is also a Vietnam Veteran. Before Ryan was born his wife and son were killed in a car accident, so I guess Ryan reminded David of his son and only caused him to love him more. Anyways he and Ryan would go hunting a lot, and Ryan caught his first animal with a rifle at the age of 7. With the help of his uncle of course. Most of the time Ryan just did all of these things to try and impress his father, who basically did not care. David felt bad for him and he just loved Ryan so he always made sure to give Ryan the attention and love he deserved.

So basically David was the father figure that Ryan needed in his life.

David inspired Ryan a ton, and he'd always marvel at the various medals that David has hung up in a small room in his house, and Ryan wanted to join the military too when he was older. David was in his uh.. 50s, but he still had lots of fight left in him, and teached Ryan a lot of self-defense tactics as well as going to shooting ranges with him. David was a medic too I think. Well he had some prior knowledge on medicine anyways. So he passes that down to Ryan too, and teaches him how to treat stab wounds, bullet wounds, tying a tourniquet, stopping blood loss, etc.

Straying away from Ryan and his lovely uncle we now delve into some more personal shit. So anyways Ryan develops a crush on this girl, Susan, when he first went to high school. They actually dated quite a while later after being friends for a bit, and dated for a long time. And Ryan really liked her.

Now Ryan finishes high school and he's enlisted. He's got a lot of knowledge from his uncle, and it was his uncle who inspired him to join the Marines. He promises his girlfriend and uncle that he will spend as much time with them as he can when he isn't on tour.

Fast forward Ryan is on tour, he's with some guy named Richard Stilles. They're both very capable men, and got along well.

Ryan met this little boy while he was there. He knew no English, but Ryan, being the soft piece of shit he is, sort of just stayed with the little kid for a bit, gave him some snacks and such, tried to have fun with him amidst the war.

Then later, when Richard and Ryan were looking out, they were told there was a little child carrying a bomb. Ryan was like "shit i ain't killing a child"

Suddenly the little boy that Ryan helped out comes out. Ryan smiles, happy to see him okay, but Richard has that constant neutral face on him. The kid starts walking towards Ryan, and Richard pulls up his gun.

"Woah woah Rich, what are you doing?"

"You heard them. Kid has a bomb."

"Wh-wait we can't know for sure it's him! Put the gun down!"

"Can't take any half-measures, Jim."

"We can't kill a fucking child!"

"It's him or us Jim."

Anyways Ryan tries to stop Richard, but the kid kept coming forward.

"Richard please, put the fucking gun down."

Richard starts to aim 😎

"RICHARD PUT IT DOWN-"

BANG!

So the kid drops dead to the floor and Ryan is like 😱 and Richard is like 😐 (He always has a neutral face on) and this shit traumatizes Ryan. Also Richard is some psychopath or something.

Turns out the kid didn't even have a bomb, and Ryan was literally shaking with anger and had tears in his eyes, and nearly beat the shit out of Richard but his other buddy, Samuel, talked him out of it.

Anyways a few more years later Ryan is honorably discharged at 24 years old. He returns home to find out that the 'love of his life' was constantly cheating on him. This shatters Ryan, and he gets just so fucking furious, and Susan and Ryan have a fight. Obviously they break up, and part ways.

Not too long after, Ryan is walking around, when he discovers Susan and some other man. He starts harrassing her, which escaltes to assault. Ryan immediately jumps in, but the dude was pretty fucking aggravated. (It was because Susan said something that wasn't a big deal but he wasn't having it.) In the process, Ryan kills the guy. He's like 😱😱 and Susan is like 😨. Instinctively Ryan rushes to his uncle's house, panicking. Eventually he spills out what just happened to his uncle. David is obviously shocked, but tells Ryan he needs to leave. He knows a guy who can give out fake identities. So anyways David hands Ryan the information.

While Ryan tries to leave, he bumps into Susan. She promises she won't say anything, saying she'll just say it was an 'act of self-defense' by her. Ryan is worried she'll get arrested but Susan is like 'nah i'm a woman we don't go to jail'. She's a bitch but she's still a mildly good person.

Anyways Ryan flies to New York City where he spends his time wearing the infamous ski mask in public to hide his identity (pretty stupid but it just became a habit). His uncle heard he lives in New York, and moves to Vermont. Ryan visits David whenever he can, usually once or twice every few months. But they're in good touch anyway since they're close to each other lol.

Remember our insignificant but soon-to-be-pretty-significant guy Samuel? Turns out he's in NY too. Is paid to treat people outside of the hospital. Anyways so Ryan and Samuel get in touch too.

Fast forward to a year is where the story starts and Ryan meets Zoey.

Oh and about his personality - he's a very pragmatic guy, and is overall pretty chill, cold, and distant. Well if you're close to him then he's more bright. A bit witty if I might add. Doesn't talk much unless-again-you're close to him.

#rainy with a chance of sunshine #rwacos #ryan mcclain

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Recap/review 14.04: “Mint Condition “

THEN: Michael's gone. Supposedly. Dean feels bad. Ghosts are a thing. Salt circles. Monster Kaia's magic spear.

NOW: A comic book/collectibles store. The camera pans over a variety of figurines and memorabilia, including a poster for the movie Hell Hazers, which you may remember from Hollywood Babylon, (thank you, Continuity Fairy!) and briefly pauses on a poster for the movie All Saints' Day before showing a television. Someone's watching Shocker TV, showing scary movies "24 hours a day, all week long." We see clips from Route 666 and that movie they were filming in Hollywood Babylon, whose name escapes me, as well as from a movie we will eventually find out is All Saint's Day. Cut to a guy unpacking a box of collectibles under the watchful eye of a long-haired freak right out of All Saints' Day. I keep waiting for this guy to realize he's being watched, but I am the one who eventually comes to a realization - that's not a guy, it's a statue.

The guy unpacks a box and literally drops it in shock. Because it's haunted, right? No, it's just a Thundercats collectible figure Panthro, in its original box. (No one in my house knows anything about Thundercats, but I assume this is a real character.) He stuffs the box in a backpack, and then his phone rings. The incoming call is a video call, which is weird, because people this age don't even call each other, let alone via video, but it makes for better television, so we'll let it go.

The caller is a girl named Sam, who is apparently his boss. She immediately starts berating the guy for his bad customer service, which resulted in a negative Yelp review. He promises to do better and confirms that she's coming over for game night. Stewart picks up his bag and a set of keys on a Batman keyring and locks up the store, under the watchful eye of the creepy statue.

(Boy, this is a lot of recap before we even get to the title card...)

We see Stewart at his house, arguing with a pizza delivery place. Panthro is sitting on a table and he turns and looks at him. It's surprisingly well done, BTW. Stewart turns to see Panthro on the floor, gets closer, watches Panthro swing his mace, and then screams.

Title card!

Bunker. Dean's lying on his bed, eating pizza and watching Hatchet Man: All Saints' Day, which is a gloriously cheesy salute to the 80s. Well, I'm glad he finally got a TV in his room, but does this mean the Fortress of Deanitude is no more? Is it full of refugee hunters now? Aw, that's sad.

{Sidebar: I wonder if this movie is called All Saints' Day because they knew the episode would be shown on All Saints' Day, and were being meta/clever? Or is it just supposed to be a riff on the Halloween franchise?}

Sam comes in and asks what he's doing, and when Dean looks up, he's shocked to see the Beard of Despair is gone. "Why are you so surprised?" Sam says. "Obviously, judging from my glorious scruff, it's been a few days since I shaved. Have you really not seen me in a day or two?" (No, he doesn't really say that.) But Dean says "it's so smooth; it's like a dolphin's belly." And it's not. It's really not. And as much as I love the scruff - which is quite a bit - I'd also like to see Sam's pretty face smooth as a dolphin's belly sometime. Just sayin'.

Sam (still) wonders if Dean's okay, since he hasn't really come out of his room in a week, which I guess explains how he missed the Big Shave. Dean expositions that Cas is "showing Jack the ropes," because if Jack wants to learn how to be a hunter, there's no better teacher than Cas, right? Absolutely no one. And with Monster!Kaia and Michael "in the wind," and his home full of strangers, Dean apparently figures he's got nothing better to do than hole up in his room watching Hatchet Man movies. (Is Hatchet Man the franchise, and All Saints' Day just one of the titles? I'm having trouble getting a grip on this.)

He knows Sam doesn't get it, because Sam doesn't even like scary movies. "Our life is a scary movie," Sam points out. And speaking of which, he's found a case. He shows Dean a YouTube video of a bloodied Stewart describing his Panthro attack, and I wish I could take credit for this catch, but I saw it on Tumblr... look at the left side of the screen. The "Recommended for You" videos are about zombies, a conspiracy theory, and how to clean your sink, which are all very interesting, but look at the "Up Next" video.

IT'S A FUNNY CAT VIDEO. HAS SAM BEEN WATCHING FUNNY CAT VIDEOS?

Oh, Sammy knows just what he's doing, and I love him for it. He's all, we don't have to take this case involving KILLER THUNDERCAT TOYS if you're not interested, but he's got Dean exactly where he wants him.

His smug little face at the end of this scene gives me life.

Guys, I was so ready for this. A MotW, and Sam giving Dean a hunt he knows he'll enjoy just to help him kick his Michael blues... This is the show I'm here for!

The guys show up at the comic book store dressed like absolute dorks, in short-sleeved shirts and ties. Sam has a pocket protector. I don't know why. But it's single-layer Winchesters and I'm gonna embrace it. Looks like this episode is happening on Halloween and not on All Saints' Day, because they're accosted by costumed children outside the store. Dean comments that Sam still isn't a fan of Halloween (which we've known ever since the pilot; thanks again to the Continuity Fairy). Sam confirms.

Apparently this red mask is a character Jensen voiced in an animation? And of course Jared was in House of Wax. Pretty deep meta here, Show.

BossLady!Sam is there, wearing a red plaid shirt, and Dean comments that she's like Sam's twin. "I don't know what you're talking about," Sam says, as he and BossLady!Sam tuck their hair behind their ears in sync, and I die.

That’s me, in a puddle on the floor.

“Soft, delicate features," Dean points out. "Luxurious hair. She's like your Wonder Twin." All of this is true, Dean, and good on you for noticing that your brother has soft, delicate features and luxurious hair. Sam notices a guy stocking the shelves - black All Saints' Day t-shirt, shortish spiky hair, lollipop just like the one Dean snagged at the door - and says "if that's me, then that's you over there."

Dean's distracted (and delighted) by the Hatchet Man statue, giving him the name David Yaeger. {Sidebar: did you know the word jager means hunter in German?} His doppelganger encourages him to push a button that plays his catch phrases from the movie, including "we all do bad things sometimes." Which is, like Dean's motto. Dean's joy is infectious and adorable.

BossLady!Sam finishes her business with the police and asks what she can do to help the guys, offering "Funko Pops, Magic cards," and given the number of Supernatural Funko Pops decorating my office, I'm pleased with that shout-out. Sam asks about Stewart as Dean asks about vintage Hot Wheels, and Dean, I am very sad to inform you that Hot Wheels apparently never made a 1967 Chevy Impala.

The guys introduce themselves as Ian Gillan and Ritchie Blackmore (Deep Purple, The Husband points out) from Campbell and Sons Insurance (hee!), wanting to speak to Stewart. Presumably not about Hot Wheels, unless he got run over by one. They'd gone to his place, but his roommate said he moved out. Or got kicked out. BossLady!Sam explains that Stewart is an "acquired taste" who makes a lot of online enemies, and he can be found at his mom's house.

I still don't understand why the guys are dressed like nerds. Is it a Halloween costume? Because we've seen them as insurance agents before, and they were wearing regular suits.

Mom's house. Mom puts a couple of mugs on the table - one is a superhero (Flash, maybe?) and one is decorated with cats - and announces that Stewie will be up in just a minute. Dean reaches for the superhero mug, even though it was placed in front of Sam, but the joke's on you, Dean, because we now know Sam likes cats! But more importantly, Dean has added a pair of black Clark Kent eyeglasses to his getup. WHY? I mean, it's hilarious, but WHY?

I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON HERE.

We hear Stewart pitching a fit in the basement. He stomps upstairs and sees the Winchesters, and I know the guy in the store was supposed to be Dean's avatar, but this guy is wearing a RED SHIRT WITH A SQUIRREL ON IT. COME ON .

Truly a Red Shirt of Bad Decisions.

We learn that Sam is aware of Fortnight, and Dean notices the smell of burning sage. Stewart explains that he dated a goth chick who told him it would bring good luck, but he broke up before they could "merl." Dean's as confused as I am about "merl," but Sam explains it's MIRL - Meet In Real Life. Dean asks how he knows what that means, and Sam very quickly changes the subject. And this opens up all sorts of interesting possibilities, doesn't it, regarding Sam's online activities and his knowledge of MIRLing, and that would certainly be an entertaining rabbit hole to go down, and I hope some of y'all indulge in that, fic-wise or meta-wise or whatever. I look forward to reading it.

Anyway. Sam asks about the Panthro attack, and Stewart jumps in to say he made it up. When Dean presses, he gets mad and kicks them out of the house and then we cut to an exterior shot and WHAT THE FUCK? NOW DEAN HAS A TACKY CHECKERED BLAZER? It's like he's slowly turning into Matt Foley from SNL. At some point in this episode he's got to say something about living in a van down by the river.

Dean refers to Stewart as "Big Bang," which reminds me that I meant to ask, when we first learned his name, if he was a shout-out to Stewart the comic book store owner on Big Bang Theory. {Sidebar: Would this be a reciprocal shout-out, since that show has a character named Kripke? Is there a connection I don't know about?} Given Stewart's Wiccan girlfriend, they think the toy might have been under a spell, and they decide to check the house for hex bags later. Although I don't know how she would have left any in the house, since they never MIRLed.

Later. The guys are sitting in the car, still outside Stewart's house, when a little lumberjack and vampire walk by. Look, it’s Dean and Benny!

Sam’s instructing someone to use lamb's blood and "stay safe," because he's still Chief, Dean, whether you like it or not. Dean asks "seriously, what is your deal with Halloween," and "don't give me that 'every day is Halloween for us' crap." It's kind of odd that he doesn't already know. I mean, we already know. His life is Halloween. And his mother died two days after Halloween. {Sidebar: Is it just headcanon, fueled by fanfic, that John got blind stupid drunk every year around the anniversary of Mary's death? Or is that canon?} The conversation is interrupted when Stewart's mom leaves the house, and the guys have to duck - toward each other - to avoid being seen. It's ridiculous and hilarious and I love it.

Dean could have just taken off the Clark Kent glasses.

Sam suspects Stewart changed his story because he's being brutally mocked online. And he won't say the word bitch. Is this something we can't do now that we're airing at an earlier hour, Show? Then Stewart comes out of the house, bloody and screaming for help. Dean goes inside, gun drawn, and follows a trail of blood to Stewart's man cave (um, boy cave?). As he gazes at a Texas Chainsaw Massacre poster, he hears a chain saw, which hurtles into the room and barely misses his pretty head.

Hospital. Stewart's mom, still in costume, sits at his side and thanks the guys for saving his life. She wants to go home and get his favorite pillow, but they convince her to stay. "Everything's fine," Dean tells her. "Everything is not fine," he says to Sam, as they leave the room. He says he swept the room for hex bags and found nothing, but the EMF went crazy. So it's a ghost. Hey, guys, you should have watched the "Then." We already knew that. Dean is going to stay at the hospital and keep Mom from going back to the house, while Sam asks around to see if anybody "got dead lately."

At the house, Sam finds the light switch in the Den of Stewartitude doesn't work, even though a lamp and computer monitors are turned on in the room. He laughs at himself for being startled by the Panthro toy and says "nice, Sam, smooth," and for some reason this just almost makes my heart burst open. The toy isn't putting off EMF now, which he finds odd. Then he looks at one of the monitors and sees a group photo of Stewart, LadyBoss!Sam, Dean's doppelganger, and an older man.

Back at the hospital, Dean's doppelganger is standing outside Stewart's darkened room. He is wearing an army green canvas jacket and has acquired some scruff of his own and he's just such a precious little mini Dean; I can't stand it. He asks what Dean's doing there, and Dean says he's just keeping an eye on Stewart. "He must have awesome insurance," Doppelganger says. Which is very funny, and also very Dean, because he says "awesome" so much. I love it.

Dirk explains that Stewart is a jerk, but he's his best friend, and he's there when Dirk needs him. They eat pizza and watch movies and who else does that, my friends? You know who. Then the guys bond over their love of scary movies, and it looks like the franchise is actually called All Saints' Day. I'm sure you were really dying to know. Stewart comments that no hospital would ever be that empty, and Dean says he's been to a lot of hospitals at night, and "trust me, it gets pretty empty," and at first that's just heartbreaking because I figure he was at these hospitals because John or Sam were injured. But maybe he's just thinking about hunts in hospitals. (Again, I need to differentiate fic-fueled headcanon from actual canon.) And then Dean says he likes to watch movies "where I know the bad guy's gonna lose" and yep, my heart is definitely broken.

Sam shows up at the store and asks BossLady!Sam if anyone close to Stewart has died lately. She explains that Jordan, who used to own the store, was kind of a Willy Wonka to her, Stewart, and Dirk (Aha! His name is Dirk! Which is close to Dean, and hasn't Dean actually been called Dirk before?). He died and left the store to BossLady!Sam and Dirk. Not Stewart, because he fired him twice for stealing. But she hired him back because he's a friend. It seems like Stewart has better friends than he deserves. She tells Sam that Jordan was cremated, and then we see something frosting over behind her.

Sam is adorable, trying to look casual as he pulls out his EMF meter and it lights up like a Christmas tree. He tells her it's a carbon monoxide detector and she needs to leave. He starts to tell her she's in danger, and then the David Yeager statue smacks him into the comic book display and knocks him out cold. Even though he hits it with his back. (Handwave!)

When he wakes up, BossLady!Sam is terrified but unhurt. She gets a quick version of the "monsters are real" speech and finds that the door is locked, and Hatchet Man took the keys. He throws something at the door, but it's shatterproof glass. Apparently Jordan was serious about thieves, which explains why he's so keen on killing Stewart, that Panthro-stealing little asshole.

He calls Dean, who's fanboying with Dirk about horror movies, and tells him it's Jordan's ghost. And the David Yaeger figure is on its way. Dean can hardly believe his luck. He pours a ring of salt around Stewart's bed, having given him the speech, and orders him to stay in it. Boy, it's a good thing they reminded us what salt is for in the "Then," or else we'd be really confused right now.

Store. BossLady!Sam figured out what I did, that Jordan wants to kill Stewart because he's a thief. She says she's been taking money out of his check to pay for what he steals, but Jordan wouldn't know that. Sam breaks his lockpick, and then asks if they have any cleaning supplies.

Hospital. Ghost stuff starts happening in Stewart's room, and Dirk panics and flees. Dean takes a hatchet out of a fire emergency box, even though I think that would probably set off a fire alarm. (Handwave!) Dirk's mom is carrying a tray of food from the cafeteria and comes across the Yaeger figure. She drops her tray and screams, just like the woman in the movie. Dirk shows up and puts on a stern face and tells Jordan that if he's going to kill his friend, he has to go through him. Oh Dirk, you sweet little thing, you're channeling Dean so hard now and I adore you. Jordan does come for Dirk, who says "crap" and runs off. There's a funny sequence where we cut back and forth between Dirk and some hospital guards who are watching All Saints' Day and ignoring the actual mayhem happening on their monitors.

Meanwhile, Sam is mixing drain cleaner and something else in a Scooby Doo lunchbox. {Sidebar: I'm not a Scooby Doo fan, but I love the show's constant references to it and the way the Continuity Fairy always remembers Dean's a fan.} BossLady!Sam asks how he learned to do this, and he says "I had a messed up childhood." It's funny because it's true. He hangs the lunchbox bomb on the door and they hide behind the desk. After it blows the door open, they both slowly peek over the desk and simultaneously say "cool." I'm starting to love Sam and his little doppelganger too.

Hospital. Dirk hides in the morgue (no, Dirk, never in the morgue!) and gets a scary hand on his shoulder, but it's Dean. Then a body on one of the gurneys sits up. Yeah, it's Yaeger.

At this point there's a fake movie promo for All Saints' Day III: The Reckoning. It starts out "Three Years Ago," which reminds me very much of a certain scene that starts out "Twenty two years ago." Looks like David Yaeger was killed in a fire on October 31, 1983, which is two days before Mary Winchester dies in a fire. Oh, you clever, clever show.

Back to the show. Dean gleefully fights the Yaeger figure. At least he's gleeful until it seems he's not doing very well. Sam and BossLady!Sam show up, and she's wearing Jared's coat from the EW Halloween photoshoot last year.

Bless you, Show.

She figures out that Jordan must be attached to the Batman keychain. Meanwhile, Dean is cornered, and about to get axed, when precious little badass Dirk stabs Jordan in the back. It doesn't kill him, of course, but it gives Dean a chance to get up and start losing the fight again. The Sams run in and BossLady!Sam figures out that alcohol will help them burn the keychain faster. Whoosh! There goes Jordan, and the statue falls lifeless to the floor.

Aftermath. The guys tell Dirk and BossLady!Sam that everyone is safe now. The Impala scene starts with Dean thanking Sam for "giving me a win." Sam asks him to stop hiding out in his room. "What happened with Michael, you said yes for me, for Jack, for your family. You did the right thing." He says nothing Michael did afterward is Dean's fault, and he needs to stop blaming himself.

"I'm never gonna get over it, okay?" Dean says. "I'm just not." And once again, Sam could say "yes, I understand how you feel, because I've been there too," not to make this all about him, but just to commiserate and show Dean that he's not just blowing off his horrific experience, he knows how bad it was and he might have some good ideas about getting past it. And once again, he does not. But that's okay. What isn't okay is what happens next. Dean asks again why Sam hates Halloween, and Sam tells some ridiculous story about having a crush on a girl in sixth grade and throwing up on her at her Halloween party, and you know what? I just refuse to accept this. WE KNOW WHY SAM HATES HALLOWEEN. AND IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH A GIRL IN SIXTH GRADE. I don't know why you're doing this to me, Davy Perez. You're usually so good about canon. I cannot accept that Sam Winchester, whose entire life has been Halloween, whose mother died two days after Halloween, is distressed because of something that happened in sixth grade. I'm going to pretend this part never happened. Who's with me?

Dean says that next year, he and Sam are going to wear couples costumes (and if you happened to be wearing your shipping goggles, I think I heard you squealing). Batman and Robin. Bert and Ernie. (!) Rocky and Bullwinkle. (!!) Shaggy and Scooby. Turner and Hooch. Ren and Stimpy. Thelma and Louise. "We just it in drive and go." {Sidebar: Who wants the show to end that way, Thelma and Louise style?}

Meanwhile, back at the hospital, one of those useless security guards finds the Yaeger figure in the morgue. The guys left it there? Oh well. It's a good horror movie ending.

So! For the most part, this was just what I needed after three episodes of mytharc. A good MOTW with lots of humor and nods to canon. On the other hand, there's that one thing. But since I'm ignoring that one thing, I guess this was a fantastic episode! What did you guys think?

Please help me stay unspoiled, thanks!

#spn #14.04 #spoilers #sam winchester #dean winchester #tv recaps #recap

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( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)Why hewwo there, guys, gals and nonbinary pals. I heard you're taking in Christmas-themed villain requests. May I ask for Nemoto and Rappa (poly, not poly, fine with whatever's easier, if only one character then pls Nemoto he's my husband) going on a mall/plaza date? Christmas shopping and mall food (that's what you do at the mall, right?) Thank you and I apologise if it will be problematic, I'm too late etc. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) signing off.

Mmm I’m gonna do each separately because I love both of these boys! Btw, thank you for recognizing me, the nonbinary beeb~!HEck is it obvious that I chose a favourite?

-Mod Pasta🍜🍝9

Shin Nemoto:

☂️ He didn’t realize that you were serious at first. You, having been quite the long term crush of his, were a person of little lies. You had never lied to him, and he was baffled at this. You were simply always truthful, and that wasn’t the only reason he had this goddamn crush on you; you’re a very straightforward, no bullshit, knows what they want kind of person - he needs this sort of level in his life. So, when you ask him out on a date to the mall, he’s in shambles.

☂️ It’s a yes, it’s a yes faster than you can say “Toucan Man.” He tries not to seem too dressy, but he obviously way overdose it when you’re only wearing partially fancy attire. He arrives ten minutes early, and you arrive ten minutes late. He didn’t mind, though - you said that you might be late.

☂️ He hasn’t gone Christmas shopping in years. He’s foreign to the ugly sweater trend, and he gapes at the large assortment of sugary Christmas goods. He doesn’t want to admit it, but he will; he has a huge sweet tooth.

☂️ He will buy the entire story of candy (other than the red licorice), and he will forget to tell you that he fantasized about feeding you some of the larger lollipops. Just Nemoto stuff, right?

☂️ He’s only ever eaten the general food at the Yakuza compound or whatever he can get himself, so the mall food is actually quite normal for him. He buys it for the both of you, a bit shy in sharing though. You hold your chopsticks out for him to try your yellowtail, but he gets overwhelmed and lets a single lie slip out, “I don’t like yellowtail.”

☂️ He instantly pauses, his eyes wider than saucers. He just lied to you. This is what you do to him, isn’t it? He instantly corrects himself, going a little overboard, “No, no, I like yellowtail, you just flustered me is all. I did not mean to lie, I am absolutely sorry - “

☂️ It’s best to cut him off with a kiss before he breaks into a sweat.

Kendo Rappa:

🥈 “YES! Town plaza date, whoop-! wait, date?”

🥈 He’s so giddy and shook. He hadn’t even thought about asking you out to a Christmas Date, he had simply kept pushing off asking you out longer and longer until he eventually set you on a pedestal.

🥈 He absolutely loves everything about the date. He wears his least tattered clothing, actually removing his mask for the first time in a while, and shaves. You can tell that he tried to trim his hair a little bit shorter and gave up halfway, putting it up in a rough ponytail that must have been held together with a steel hair tie.

🥈 After seeing it so many times on TV, he brings you flowers that he definitely did not pick out himself. The little old lady trimming them was quite nice, though, and could tell he had good intentions, so she helped him pick them out. He kind of just arrived and shoved them towards you. Seeing his face for the first time was awe-striking, but seeing him smile so widely at your blush was mesmerizing.

🥈 He wants to see the lights with you, having really been a fan of Christmas his whole life, but he gives in to Christmas shopping too. He ends up buying Christmas lights for the Hideout in an attempt to make it “less dreary,” but he ends up having to put them on the inside on Chisaki’s orders.

🥈 He shows you a food cart that he used to visit all the time after matches, using the money he won to buy himself all that the poor man had. The seller was delighted to have his highest paying customer come back after a year or so of being gone, and Kendo bought you all that you could eat. It wasn’t really comfort food for the holidays, but you liked it anyways when you saw Kendo order half the freaking menu.

🥈 He really, really wants to hold your hand when you pause at the large tree in the middle of the town square. The awe in your eyes is absolutely cute, but he knows he should ask before doing. It’s like an angel and a devil sitting on his shoulders, screaming, “Do it!” “Don’t, she doesn’t want to!”

🥈 He ends up having to lean down slightly (due to his height) and slip his fingers into your own, causing your cheeks to burst into a bright red that was not because of the chilly weather. He laughs deeply, opening his jacket up for you to hide in from embarrassment.

🥈 You both are warm in there, and it’s also where you share your first kiss. He’s a grinning mess, and you have to remind him that you need to go back to the hideout lest you both catch a cold.

#nemoto shin #shin nemoto #rappa kendou #kendou rappa #shin nemoto x reader #kendo rappa x reader #mod pasta #bnha villains #mha villains #bnha #boku no hero academia #boku no hero scenarios #boku no hero academia imagines #my hero academia #my hero academia scenarios #my hero academia imagines

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