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prettyboykatsuki · 2 years

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fang do you maybe...ahaha...wanna talk more about divorce and geto...

there are like 3 asks in my inbox about this concept im kind of surprised but ofc i can elaborate.

cw ;; you and getou have daughters, a bit angsty, not rlly smutty LMAO sorry guys just wasn't what i had in mind, 18+

i think you and getou probably have a bit of a toxic relationship. not in the sense that it's like super actively harmful or aggressive, but i think getou's kinda nonchalant attitude becomes really, really damaging for your self-esteem after you get married. it was fine when you were younger, because you were less busy and you didn't need as much reassurance on the romantic aspect. relationships are work afterall.

but now you both have kids and while getou does his share, while you're still married - he doesn't seem to really respect you or your effort. he's not incompetent though, he's actually a very good dad to your two little girls and a otherwise a very responsible person. does the dishes and chores, helps with important things.

for a long time, you don't really want to get a divorce because you didn't think it's anything to be upset over. it's only after shoko very helpfully points out that he's simply doing what he has to do and that most men are just kind of terrible. and it dawns on you that she's right. you're grateful getou is a good dad and even better a good roomate, but that doesn't mean you have to stay in your relationship.

because while you're married, he doesn't seem like he's paying much attention. so you think on it for a while, and then ask for an amicably divorce and to coparent to the best of your ability. of course it hurts, but you think it'd be best. that helps you swallow the pain.

when you bring it up, you're kind of expecting him to be completely fine with it. you've been thinking about it forever now. getou doesn't show any signs of romantic affection for you, and that stuff is pretty common. you're better off friends than lovers. you can't really remember the last time you had sex or even kissed in a very intimate way and when you tried before it tended to be brushed off.

but when you do bring up the divorce... he looks sad? and that's confusing for you. he looks almost angry, and is silent for a long time. it's very unusual. because getou is so.. non chalant all the time. he was so bored, he always looks bored.

"is this what you want?"

"...yes? we'd still coparent and have equal custody, you're a good dad. but i mean, there's nothing between us right? it's okay to say you don't love me anymore,"

and he grits his teeth and sort of looks away

"right. right, that's how it is. okay. we should talk more in the morning,"

it's weird. he's weird for the weeks leading up to when it's finalized. you can't wrap your head around his reasoning at all. it's not like you feel no guilt, but you think staying together for your kids when the two of you are so unhappy isn't gonna be worth it regardless. they're not clueless either and you were careful to explain that it wasn't their fault. that you were still good friends with their dad.

and you can raise happy kids while not being together. it's all stuff you thought about plenty before bringing it up, because you don't just have you to worry about. you had considered everything. except for getous strange reaction to your suggestion. his dejected, angry expression. how he all of a sudden kissed your forehead at breakfast and look at you for the next few weeks.

when the divorce was finalized a few months later, you moved close by so that your kids wouldn't have to haul their stuff back and forth. and other than the obvious - you still saw them often and spent time as a family where you could

getou was odd. he was touchier. he seemed to cling to more when he hadn't before. you didn't really push him away, but you didn't embrace him either. it was so offputting, you just didn't think about it until you saw him - and each time he'd so eagerly hold onto you like it was natural and normal.

at first, you thought he was doing it for your daughters. you figured maybe they would feel more at ease. but he didn't do around them, he only did around you.

and one night, he shows up at your place. the both of you needed a break, so the kids were with friends. you were drinking wine and watching some movie and the doorbell rings.

there you find getou, who seems a little tipsy. he reminds you a little of when you were dating in college, bac when he would show up to your dorms and drunkenly take up space in your bed.

it makes you a little nostalgic, so many years later, to see him like that. he has more lines on his face, more handsome. his hair is still long though.

"hey,"

"...hey. what are you doing here?"

he reaches his hand out, cupping your cheek. they're still big, still warm. familiar. he rubs his thumb along your cheek.

"just wanted to see you,"

you scoff a little, but don't push him away.

"you saw me yesterday when you were dropping the girls off,"

he laughs a little.

"i know, i know. but i wanted to see you. just you,"

"you know, you've been acting real weird since this all started,"

he gets a little close to you, and you feel your heart in your throat. the tv light makes shadows on his face. he looks blue.

"have i? how so?"

"you act like you still have feelings for me," you scoff, hands on his chest but still not pushing him "if you just wanna hookup, there are plenty of-"

"that's not why im here, though." he smiles at you "not that that'd be bad either,"

"then why? why do you keep acting like this,"

"i miss you. i want you back. im sorry. what else would it be?"

he leans in to kiss you and you don't refuse him. he does it the way you like, like he knows your body completely. it's warm, and soft, just right. perfect. you cling to the front of his shirt, and he hums.

"you're too late for that," you say. he shakes his head, pressing his lips to your forehead "you couldn't have done this before?"

"i didn't realize. im sorry, swear. i can make it up to you," his throat is hoarse. he makes you wanna believe him "let me in. ill show you. i still want you,"

you frown.

"i thought you weren't here for a hookup," you huff. he laughs.

"what better way is there for me to show you?"

you let him in against your better judgement.

#return to sender #a.getou

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barnbridges · 7 months

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Just here to say that I've been scrolling your blog and reading your tsh takes and analysis and they are so interesting and pleasing. In the fandom I feel like people usually like the same characters and mostly talk about them solely. So it's nice to see Marion analysis! And Bunny and his relationship with her

Also thank you for being brave and talking about submissive meow meow bunny because everyone is just here to say 'hes homophobic I guess he deserved it.' like NOoo you guys don't get it!

And do you want to talk about any of your drafts? Because I've been writing a dumbass Wattpad level of quality fic of Henry and bunny and it brings me so much joy lmao

first of all thank you so much for this ask <3 it really made me happy to read it ghjk

i'm just a humble little girlie, I write about whoever I think about at the moment. It just so happens I tend to talk about Mom and Dad because they are funny to think about, and not as intertextual or high-brow to imagine versus other relationships in this emotional rollercoaster of a book.

He deserves everything that happened to him, because he is breedable, weird and offputting, and personally? He should rot. But he's also my son and my father so... make of that what you will. He's a creature <3

GHJK please do write! One of my favorite things to do in this little rotten corner of the interwebs is look up ancient works and gawk. For my own silly reasons, I have decided to contribute by virtue of the little "girl who looks and feels like old dead people" drabble and what I'm working on is the prequel-sequel to it, mood spoiler, it's just rot rot rot roT.

Here's a fun excerpt under the cut, mood spoiler.

The Buddy Holly 8 track he got his brother rested boastful under the crapton of comics Ted somehow thought they’d read. He got it off Sean for a pack of cigarettes he picked from Lisa when she was there, all beige suits and trying to nod to everything Mom was saying. Back then they placed their bets, if she’d kill Teddy or get knocked up first, because no way he took her any other way. But she was nice and all, even in the summer kept her bob sharp and lips in a dainty smile. Funny thing was, she did both just fine it seems. ‘98. It was sad and all, like their Uncle down in Springfield, but they left the kid to find them. In bed and all, romantic almost. Lisa’s last pack of ciggies resting careful atop the dresser. But it was still Pall Malls. Who even smokes that trash? Neither he nor Bunny smoked much, but knew to appreciate a good ciggie when presented with it. Ted and Lisa were under the ground by their own making for years, but a part still yearns for the stench of every car they ever owned, the way even the kid John smelled of it. For all of his father, Jack Corcoran felt sticky, even a bundle boy carried half-conscious across the parking lot at the burger place, he bore some of that maternal ugliness. It comes with having a mother at all, he muses. He’s rather think about anything, than the dopey grin that was half puked up birthday cake that Bunny had for him that birthday. It still feels etched into his soul, that this was it, where it all went wrong.

#coughs thank you for checking in im gaying over here

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alphinias · 9 months

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I'm just gonna say it what happened to Belly and who is this AI Isabel walking around this back half of the season because the way Belly just like....didn't give a shit about Conrad once he found out was wild to watch????? At least in the book's it's clear Conrad wasn't communicating with her how he felt and she felt like he closed the door on her so she rebounded with Jere. But the show???? He's standing there clearly in shock he found her making out with his brother and when she follows him (after she had to be TOLD by Jeremiah to do it??????) she's just.....smiling at him???? "This has nothing to do with you" THE FUCK IT DOESN'T??? Her indifference was sooooo offputting to watch? I know she's a teen girl who is completely in denial over her grief from the last few months and spiraling but my lord she was so damn unlikeable to watch in this episode. And I felt nothing during the Exile scene b/c it didn't even seem like she was conflicted at all whereas Conrad was clearly in pain? I knew this season would be unenjoyable to watch but it was just a straight up trainwreck for me. Jenny really did wrong by Belly trying to even out the playing field in this fake love triangle to the detriment of Belly's character. I'm genuinely pissed on Conrad's behalf and feel like after this SHE should be the one chasing after him next season. I don't want to sit thru Conrad being sad and miserable pining over Belly while she's engaged to Jeremiah when with the way this went down SHE owes HIM the biggest apology.

RIGHT RIGHT!!

That’s the difference from the books that bugs me. In an effort to make Jelly seem more like a real option for tv, they’ve made Belly look like an asshole and just plain out of character. You’re telling me she was so worked up over Jeremiah’s hissy fit all season but didn’t care about Conrad? She really does seem him as so unfeeling that it’s crazy. They also made Conrad more sympathetic by having him be more open with her, but I don’t think it really works, because it changes too much. The only reason Belly ever dated Jeremiah was like you said: she felt like Conrad had closed that door on her and finally wanted to move on.

And why the hell did she tell Susannah Conrad broke up with her when it was literally her? She’s such an unreliable narrator she’s even making up scenarios in the show even though we watched something different happen! I did like the exile scene just because Chris killed it though.

In the books I wanted to see Conrad grovel a little but in the show I’m like I don’t even think he owes her anything! I completely agree it should be her chasing him. They kept pushing the narrative that Conrad was the problem in dialogue, but that’s not what I WATCHED even a little bit. It won’t be Belly making it up to him because they want to girlboss, but he deserves better than this.

#bellyconrad #ask

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koolkat9 · 2 years

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DID I HEAR SCOTGER please infodump about them :DDDDD

YES!

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh. I haven't had a reason to pull all my ideas together so this took a little bit but I've got some thoughts!

They are awkward…So awkward because Alastair looks up to Ludwig so much and Ludwig feels strange to have someone so much older than him look up and be so respectful towards him

For a long while, it’s nothing beyond business

Then one day after a hard meeting, Alastair offers to take Ludwig out for drinks and for once they seem to be on an equal playing field

Ludwig loosens up thanks to the alcohol and for once Alastair doesn’t seem to be looking at Ludwig with stars in his eyes

Ludwig learns Alastair is quite kind though a little gruff and that they both have a love for animals. He’s quite charming this way Ludwig thinks.

Drinks after meetings become a regular thing and this is where they get to know each other beyond their status as nations

Alastair learns how offput Ludwig is by Alastair’s overbearing admiration and so Alastair tries to tone it down following that discussion

Eventually, Alastair works up the courage and asks Ludwig out on a proper date assuring him this isn’t some political ploy or nation business-> Ludwig is flattered and accepts

It’s a little awkward at first. Alastair just wants to shower Ludwig with affection and praise, but after their conversation about Ludwig being overwhelmed by Alastair’s admiration and desire for friendship, Alastair restrains himself. Ludwig doesn’t know the first thing about being in a relationship and was never good at communication to begin with.

Alastair gets some advice from Francis who tells him Ludwig’s love language is action. And he is inexperienced so take it slow

Eventually Ludwig realizes Alastair is holding back and not wanting this relationship to fall apart so early, he reaches out. When he travels to Scotland the first time since they started dating the two are sitting on the couch and Ludwig reaches for Alastair’s hand

Slowly they start opening up to each other and become more affectionate when in the privacy of their homes. Alastair makes sure he doesn’t push Ludwig’s comfort zone

One of Ludwig’s love languages is acts of service, so whenever Ludwig comes over, he’ll do things like clean the kitchen or tend to the garden. It annoyed Alastair at first because Ludwig was his guest and he felt bad to have him cleaning, but then he learnt that this was a way Ludwig showed his love. He still felt a little guilty, but he also finds it endearing

They don’t need fancy dates. They’re happy to go to a pub or even just stay in, watch a movie and share a few drinks

They’re just so supportive and loving of each other. Alastair gives him all the love Ludwig could ever ask for. And Alastair now has someone worrying about him and it makes him feel so giddy and warm. They also now have someone to hold them like they always wanted but were too scared to ask for (I do love shipping touched starved people together don’t I?)

#hetalia #hws #scotger #gerscot #hws germany #hws scotland #headcanons #hetalia headcanons #i love them so much #even though there is only like 3 fics out there with one of them being mine #and no fanart as far as i can see :')

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thegeminisage · 5 months

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TNG UPDATE!!! triumphantly finished "the schizoid man" and "unnatural selection" just in time

the schizoid man: 0 STARS!!! you'd think i'd be really into it considering data gets possessed, but the villain of this movie was so fucking offputting (the sexism, being mean to data, not offputting in a fun way) that he didn't strike a chord with me. that plus evryone just assuming data was being his usual weird self...not to become one of those people that are rabid about a single character but they do data sooo dirty on this show sometimes!!

what i would have liked was for data to like. fight the possession somehow? express some kind of unhappiness about having been possessed and his off button being found by a malicious party? idk maybe someone asks him data do you hate humans now and he's like of course not! but continues to look troubled. you had a perfectly concept that you totally wasted, lol

i do like that picard FINALLY came to bat for data near the end here. picard doesn't do nearly enough defending data considering the amount of bullshit data gets about being an android!! it was nice to finally see someone having his fucking back

the "love triangle" in this episode WAS deeply bad and unnecessary and i hated it so much, but the "i'll put you in an android body baby and we can be together forever" being met with abject horror was...something. it felt like a cross between requiem for methuselah and what are little girls made of...except in the latter episode, they made you doubt whether such a thing was possible, and in THIS episode they all but confirmed that it was. which is incheresting

like as an aside, i have mind palace ideas (that may never come to fruition) re: the concept of putting a consciousness in an android body and kirk/spock's differentiating lifespans...that in the right scenario one or both of them might be tempted by the promise of not having to be separated, horrible though. ultimately though i needed to know more about how androids worked in tng because i had limited and outdated canon to work with...at least this episode could be good for SOMETHING

unnatural selection: this was a really good one actually! i was very surprised. this was the first time i actually liked dr pulaski, even though she was mean to data a few times. her meanness to data here felt MUCH more like the good-natured verbal sparring bones does with spock, especially because data is such a spocklike character, though it still misses the mark by a good deal because data either can't or won't fire back. so it still feels like a bad power dynamic and bad sitch, but her delivery and his "yeah whatever" faces were much better

i also really like her pigheadedness and willing to put herself in harm's way to save lives...GO girl have a personality! give us something! and she did! she reminded me a lot of bones in this episode (honorofic) and i really enjoyed it. if she was like this all the time it would be really good, and i'm actually kind of bummed now that she's gonna go away and beverly is coming back....

speaking of beverly is there a REASON we have to do this romance thing with picard and whoever the doctor happens to be? the one truly sour note in this episode was that they were suddenly like oh yes she admires picard SOOO much that's why she left ALL her friends and coworkers on that other ship JUST so she could serve with him...that's a bullshit backstory. it's sexist, it's two-dimensional, and he does not need a love interest, SHE does not need a fucking love interest. i actually enjoyed their arguing - him asking for the mercy to be allowed to finish his sentences lol - but making it a bickership thing really took the fun out of it and the wind out of my sails.

NEXT UP TONIGHT: "a matter of honor" and "the measure of a man."

#personal #star trek blogging #tng lb

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turnyourgays · 10 months

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The Usher Foundation 4: Whirlpool

[Smartphone recorder chimes]

YVONNE: Statement of James Hughes, regarding water phenomena in a lake in Georgia. Originally given February 9th, 1999. Audio recorded July 10th, 2022, by Yvonne O'Malley, Experience Researcher at the Usher Foundation, Washington D.C. Statement begins.

I don't remember the name of the lake, just to get that out of the way. We only went once, and I was too young for anybody to care whether I knew the name of the lake.

I grew up in Atlanta. That's where my dad's job is, he's the breadwinner, and he hates a long commute, so he took the final say in where we lived. My mother hated the urban setting. She complained that it was no place to raise a child (and in retrospect I agree). The compromise was that we'd spend summers out in the country.

I had no complaints about where we were living, no matter where that was. What bothered me was the disorientation. For some reason, when we'd move out to the country for the summer I wouldn't recognize it as the same house I'd been to the year before. For the first week, I'd be miserable.

It was worse that one year. I must've been 9 or something. I'd go to sleep in our country house but have vivid, lucid dreams of waking up in our apartment in the city. I couldn't tell which of my lives was real. My parents decided to take us on a boat ride on the lake nearby, thinking that some beautiful scenery would chill me out. And it was definitely beautiful at first, but then the swirling started.

The motor was definitely off. Nobody was paddling or swimming. We were not moving. But just a few feet off the hull, a whirlpool started to swirl. I watched it blankly, feeling a little nervous, but confident that our boat was way stronger than some rippling. I was burnt out of being miserable at this point, just numb, so I let it hypnotize me a little.

And then I woke up in our apartment in the city, confused. I went to look at the calendar, and I saw that it was September 5th, the first day of school. My blood ran cold, as the moment before it'd been the beginning of summer vacation. I went to the bathroom, offput by the fact that I couldn't hear my parents making breakfast or talking, but I didn't even want to think about it. I turned on the sink to wash my face, putting on some soap and splashing myself. It took a second to be confident that if I opened my eyes soap wouldn't make them sting. I opened them cautiously to no pain, thankfully, but in the drain of the sink, the water formed a familiar swirl. I watched it, just for a second, thinking it looked kinda cool.

And then I woke up on the boat with a startled snort. I looked around, and nobody was there anymore. I looked off the side of the boat, and I literally saw a hand reaching up, from the center of the whirlpool. I screamed in fear and horror as the hand disappeared, and the whirlpool started swirling aggressively, rocking the boat. It grew bigger, and bigger, and as I looked in horror...

I woke up on the boat again. Everyone was back, and safe, and I was just anxious and miserable.

Statement ends. We did some research into Mr. Hughes and found that he died 5 years after making this statement. Apparently-

[Door creaks open]

JULIA: How's it going?

YVONNE: Just finishing up.

JULIA: Sorry for dumping the extra work on you, but y'know Don's sick and all-

YVONNE: It's no trouble. Just worried about Logan.

JULIA: I'm right there with you. I just wonder why he's started again...

YVONNE: I'm hoping he comes around to telling us. I like to think I'm his friend. That he can trust.

JULIA: Trust is fickle. Did you listen to the last one Don recorded?

YVONNE: No, why?

JULIA: I just think you should be informed.

[Smartphone recorder chimes]

[It chimes again]

LOGAN: Stop looking so concerned, pleeease.

YVONNE: Stop drinking, pleeeease.

LOGAN: Does it kill you that I like to party?

YVONNE: It'll kill you when your liver craps out.

[Momentary silence]

YVONNE: Why are you shutting me out of this?

[Momentary silence]

YVONNE: Fine.

[Smartphone recorder chimes]

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david-box · 1 year

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Kill list liveblog I wrote in my notes app time!!

His sunglasses are off kilter and he looks so wrong the way his suit is buttoned up, likes it too big for him. I don't think he feels as on top of the world as he theoretically is. Right back to ep.1. Good music. Good shit with them all stopping in place but bad choice Ken lol. Shall we maybe not do the bad version lol. He hasn't been there for a while goddamn. Ahahhaha Kendall thought Roman was kidding about Shiv yesterday apparently lol. I think he's ahead of you Ken.

Mattson wants a party. B roll list lol. Interesting how Kendall thinks about this - how does it look if we say no. Also I just noticed the Shiv is the only one really wearing clothes that fit in the intro. I wonder why she wasn't on the email list minus the obvious. I just realized we have a merger just like season ... 1... I should remember which season lol. Greg and Tom back in their OG type clothes too except ~~fancier~~ also weird lowbrow joke from Tom this season. Greg. Are you going. Tom is having fun telling Greg something so he'll embarrass himself in a moment lol wtf is a Guggenheim. Toms hair is wild. I fucking love the way Roman sits

What's with the socks. Roman is suspicious also literally do not understand what the fuck Shiv is talking about, also, Kendall, buddy, that is the worst way to cover yourself. The plane is remarkable dark. Why did Roman shut it down? Aw, how nice. We'll kill Tom for you. HES RIGHT THERE ahhhh. Incredibly meritocratic?? I don't think tech billionaires are soft Gerri.

SNAKES ON A PLANE. IM TIRES KD THESE MORHERFUCKING ANAKES ON A PLANE LOL. Roman badly hiding his anxiety. Kendall is worst. Why is Shiv calm? Wild. Hate to ask now that I paused for a second but a wtf kinda resort has long ass black turtlenecks and brown aprons like some kind of Scandinavian themed cult film/dystopian novel. I think class disparity is going to be a theme today - all the underlings are worried about their jobs en route to a Norwegian resort. These people are dressed much more casually than the Rocyos are. Roman dressed better. Nice cardigan looking thing. I love the sibling dynamic also bro it's Norway wear boots.

Up top is a MOUNTAIN. WHAT THE FUCK. Magic appearing clipboard he probably shouldn't have wrote on cus if we know Ken we know he can't read a room to save his life. "I just had to cancel out a room full of working class whites in Cleveland." Connor can't throw his weight around as the SON??? Why did he put two on bugos plate. Who even is this guy. I wonder if they were supposed to weight for their hosts. Katarina's counterpoint is off put. "Tom of Siobhan" lol yes. Love that. "I'm not really a part of this whole situation" bro wrong move. They are so offput quit talking businesses lolll. Nearly got a bronze. What the fuck. What the fuck. Hugo. Buddy. Hugo. Hugo. Hugo.

Where's Mattson's fun little accent? Aw. And he's a conservative <3 good for him. Shiv probably the best prepped for this one next to Roman. Shiv is right that was a bluff, he's scared lol. They feel very short. No sorrys for Lukas :-( lol. Both of y'all need to lean back. This is gorgeous. Anajhahhahahaha lolllll. 187 is fucking good Kendall... You Guys Don't Need ATN. Mattson is remarkably fucking nervous huh. Why do they want ATN? They can't be honest :-( ouch. It would be REALLY good for them to just chill with him. 187 is good. I don't think they realize hey hold on there's a spy lol. Anyhow I don't think they realize how not selling ATN will affect you know those other people that exist. Shiv is reasonable. Fuck Dad dude. Either you carve it out based on Dad keeping ATN OR you say it's impossible to know so you can't ingore it either Kendall, you dumb motherfucker. Y'all are talking shit right in front of the cook. Where are you getting this info Greg??? I think Greg is lying. I don't think Greg wants to be a pawn sacrifice dude. Dude, just relax. He is so tall. The Quad. Tom could say hi before sitting down. That is such a wild ass response Tom what the fuck. Bruh. Bro. Kendall has zero chill and Mattsons like eyo. Your ball motherfucker. Lol.

I'm looking up the roast real quick but I find it interesting Mattson knows Greg is out of place by sight meaning he has the whole group memorized. Inbred Hapsburg giant is funny. I wonder if Tom knows Swedish. If y'all just said "were sentimental" this would fix it so easy. The graph *is* horrible. Trusted brand lol. Kendall is delusional. At or no deal. Roman looking at Kendall when he says he'd hate to make it not work also FUck Yes a sauna hell yeahhhhh. Karl and Frank not even giving a shit.

Forgot her name already but interesting character . Also Interestinf he goes for Shiv. I thinkkkk heesas gonnnnnnaaa tallllkkk to his ppl I mean. Roman. Take the money and run. Kendall. What the fuck is wrong with you. Other people have their skin in the gun. You're not good at running the ship. Good. Destroy it. Background character. Dude. Uggggghh why. Kendall is looking for dopamine on a giant wonderful Norwegian mountain. Roman :-(. I can see how the family dynamic worked.

Is Mattson tryna fuck Shiv? Bro. What are you smoking. I don't think Mattson is mentally stable. I think he would take an honest conversation over sex any day of the week. 500 frozen blood? Bruh that's a whole blood unit. How is that funny???? That is just harassment. Bruh. That's a clusterfuck. Shiv being honest!!! Wow. Shiv is good at this. Stop sending people your blood. Good time. You guys talk loud as hell. Greg is the world's most gullible person. Three hour what?? I think she wants the deal. Oh my god he's making them watch the movie?? Kendall is a shit liar. Shiv isn't using Emma as bait. What the fuck is happening here domestic abuse 360 degree film what the fuck BADNACLE MEAT ahahaha. Why are they negging eachother. Why'd it work on Tom. "He's boring, but he's very conventionally attractive". Lol

Mattson is not gullible. I hope. More value and also this sucks don't buy it <3. You're dad was a prick Roman. Yep. Go around Mattson. He's just pissing. Good point that he needed it fast like WHY does he need it fast. That was brave as shit when Mattsons got his dick out on top of a mountain. What a wild move of bravery from Roman at the worst time in the world. Now you don't get to buy PM. I think he is going around them? Nope. Rip. Revised offer. 192? Jesus. Fuck. 192. That's like 48 billion. Now we sell right. Please. Like quit edging me here right. They literally don't even need the money. Kendall is reconsidering. Does Tom own stock. I'll fire Cyd for you <3 yesss TomShiv forever failwives for life. Karl's like hell yeah I get to leave. Shiv can fucking dance lol

#me #text #succession season 4 #succession spoilers #long post

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joheunsaram · 2 years

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No Rebounds (myg) - 9

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Summary- Couples therapy comes to an end

word count- 3.2k

pairing- husband!Yoongi x Reader

rating- R

genre- fluff, angst, smut, marriedau

warnings- smut in the form of unprotected penetrative sex, fingering, face-sitting, overstimulation, talks of depression, sexual dysfunction, infertility, and masculinity and femininity, a whole lot of LOVE

a.n- wowowow this was not how i thought this smut was going to go but honestly this is what these characters needed. i think im done making them suffer now lol

A huge thank you to my bae @oftenderweapons for helping me map this series and beta reading this! Also thank you to @bluewhale52 for reading this on such short notice! 🥰

As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask if you want to be on the taglist! 💌

“Well, Y/N and Yoongi. I think it’s time to call it. Congratulations! You no longer need me,” Dr Yang declared with a flourish, gathering her notebook as the two of you stared at her in disbelief. It felt weird to be told that you wouldn’t need to come in anymore, that you were fixed when you were sure you both had a lot more to work through. Things with Yoongi had been great lately, the two of you prioritizing yourselves over your work and stress. Over the past month, you had been setting aside time to date, to watch tv shows together, to cuddle in bed. However, being told that you no longer needed therapy made you feel uncertain — abandoned. And it seemed that Yoongi felt the same.

“With all due respect, Doc, I don’t think so,” he said, holding your hand tighter, his voice a little hoarse.

“Yoongi, do you love your wife?” she asked, taking off her glasses and holding them in her lap, an eyebrow raised in the familiar challenging way she seemed to employ with you.

“Of course,” he scoffed, a little defensive and a lot offended, before turning to you and looking at you with conviction. “I love you.”

You returned the sentiment before turning back to your therapist. “I don’t understand? You want to drop us?”

“Oh come on you two! Look at you! To be honest, I wasn’t sure why you were having trouble when you came to me. You’re both obviously in love and make the decision to choose each other every day. You just need to be open. Stop keeping secrets. You don’t need me.” She was empathetic to your trepidation and her confidence made you a little more confident yourself. Perhaps Yoongi and you were truly okay. Perhaps you were going to survive this shitty year.

“But… we don’t even have sex,” Yoongi mumbled, face a little flushed as his fingers twitched in your hold.

When Dr Yang asked why that was the case, the two of you were at a loss, citing your decision to take it slow. Somehow the excuse didn’t make sense anymore. There seemed to be no reason to put it off, especially since you spent your nights making out like teenagers. With the pressure of having the baby off, your mood swings were better since you stopped the treatments and Yoongi seemed to be doing much better with regular therapy. Even work wasn’t an excuse anymore — the lull of the upcoming end of the calendar year making your days short.

“You’re young and in love. Go put on some music, some candles and go have sex. Go love each other,” she implored. “You’ve graduated. Go home and be wild.”

She laughed at your scandalized expressions, although that was the product of not her words but her rare soft tone. She really was one for tough love and you were glad that she was recommended to you – no matter how offputting she had been when you first started. It was odd how with the passage of time, the gaudy gold and pompous pink of her office transformed into a delicate and lovely palette in your mind.

She knew the two of you and so although you were still a little nervous at being told your marriage would survive without therapy, you would be lying if you said you weren’t excited to reignite the intimacy you had missed.

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Getting Yoongi to sleep with you seemed like a harder task than you initially anticipated, and so after two weeks, when it came to your turn to plan date night, you used two things you knew would get Yoongi excited -- his favourite dress on you and nostalgia.

“Wow,” he breathed as you walked into the living room dressed in the white bodycon dress he had bought you on your honeymoon. It wasn’t anything special, just a simple dress that highlighted the curve of your hips, but his expression made it seem like it was the first time he’d seen you. His eyebrows rose as he looked you up and down, teeth biting his lower lip to stop the giddy smile from breaking his features. You took pride in his reaction, twirling around for his satisfaction as you giggled, before taking his hand and walking to the Uber waiting for you outside.

“Where are we going?” he asked, unable to keep his hands from caressing your thighs, despite a third person being in the car.

“It’s a surprise.”

You probably should not have accepted his invitation, especially when he had taken it into his hands to make your life miserable the past year. Sure, you had promised your coach that you would play nice, and the pranks had stopped, but you never really could trust the infamous Min Yoongi. Yet, his out of the blue invite to be friends had you excited to rush to the student pub.

McLaren was small, decorated with shamrocks and Guinness posters -- the epitome of a cheap hole in the wall kind of place. You had never been there, always deeming it too stuffy and sleazy to step into, but you were pleasantly surprised by its atmosphere. The live band playing your favourite early 2000s songs definitely helped.

You spotted the blond bane of your existence sitting at a booth, peering at the menu, and made your way over to him. Greeting each other with the usual grunt, you sat in silence till the waitress arrived.

“Two Irish Bombs please,” Yoongi ordered, annoyingly ordering for you, and you kicked him once the server disappeared.

“I can order for myself.”

“Obviously,” he stated, rolling his eyes. “This is me extending my friendship, sharing my favourite drink.” He spoke as if the action was the most ordinary thing in the world and it left you a bit flabbergasted, staring at him in disbelief before he added a “You can order your favourite next.”

You had never heard of an Irish bomb and when the waitress dropped a Guinness and a shot glass full of two unknown liquids in front of you, you looked at him at a loss. He laughed at your confusion, before picking up the shot glass.

“We drop this in and then we chug,” he instructed, waving his shot glass above his beer.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” you asked, arms crossing across your chest.

“I’m trying to be friends,” he replied, gesturing to your drink. Huffing, you followed his lead, dropping the shot glass in your glass and chugging the beer. It was surprisingly delicious -- like alcoholic chocolate milk that had you smacking your lips in satisfaction. You smiled at his smug face, wanting not to punch it for the very first time.

“This is friendship,” he said with a grin, holding out his fist. And when you bumped it with yours he smiled wider, his gums making a full appearance.

“McLaren?” he asked, shocked as he got out of the car, automatically holding your hand as you walked to the entrance.

The bar was still the same, full of shamrocks and faded posters, the live band still playing a terrible version of some Goo Goo Dolls song. Except this time, you sat side by side, ordering Irish Bombs and reminiscing, stealing kisses and exchanging giggles.

By the time you got home, you were drunk and giddy, making out against your front door as soon as you entered. He pinned you against it, hands roaming your body as yours did the same. You didn’t even know when the last time you had felt so attuned to each other, each pass of his lips against yours making heat bloom through you.

You felt needy, hungry as he moved your bodies towards your bedroom, bumping into random furniture, taking his time tasting your lips whenever he stopped to lean against the wall just so he could pull you closer to him. His hands massaged your ass, pulling out moans from deep within your chest as you got wetter, fingers pulling at his shirt, his hair.

“Fuck,” Yoongi grunted as you landed on the bed, pulling him down with you. You were barely even on it too, legs dangling off the edge as his knee slotted between them, his full weight pinning you deliciously into the mattress. But that didn’t stop either of you, mouths hungry for each other, heat racing through your bodies.

His hands ran over your arms, raising goosebumps till they captured your wrists, pinning them above your head. The action was coupled with his teeth sinking into your lower lip, and it coaxed a moan out of you, your hips rising to meet his thigh.

“This what you wanted, baby?” he taunted, tongue licking at your lips with each word. “Wanted to get me drunk and fuck you?”

You keened, hands struggling in his grip in an attempt to pull him closer to you. “Missed you, Mouse. Missed you so much.”

“Fuck… don’t call me that,” he whined, his face buried in the crook of your neck, lips suckling the skin. His hands loosened around your wrists, fingers intertwining yours instead. “I’m trying to be the dominant one here!”

You giggled at his embarrassed tone, using the opportunity to push him on his back, straddling his waist as you effectively flipped your positions, your hands pinning him down. Leaning over, you trapped his lips once again, tasting the whiskey from earlier, capturing the way he mewled under you.

“My baby Mouse worked hard today,” you cooed, your lips nibbling his jaw and down to his collarbones, exposed from the buttons you had managed to undo on your journey to the bedroom. “Want your reward?”

“Just want you,” he panted, groaning loudly as you marked the skin on his sternum. “Always want you. Want to make you feel good. Please?”

His gentle pleading made you let go of his hands to hold his face instead, kissing him softly as his fingers massaged your hips, your thighs, your ass. As you kissed, he pulled you higher on his body till you were straddling his chest, and then he pushed you away from him, eyes wide and begging, “Let me taste you, please. Been too long, baby. So fucking long.”

It was euphoric, grinding your hips against his face as his tongue manoeuvred its way under the seam of your panties to taste you from the source. You moved your panties to the side, letting him devour you, nibble on your folds and flick your clit with precision he had mastered after years. Your fingers couldn’t help but tangle in his hair, pulling it from the root as you felt sparks rise from the pit of your stomach and rush to your toes. Barely coherent and speaking in tongues, you grinded against him as his fingers dug into your thighs, wanting to drown in you.

There was silence for a moment. A moment suspended in time where all you could hear was the high pitched scream of silence and the beating of your heart.

And then you exploded.

It knocked the air from your lungs, the voice from your throat, and the strength from your limbs as you fell forward. Yoongi kept licking you, making you buzz, his fingers abandoning your thighs to join his tongue, first one then another, till the buzzing turned into sharp pricks which easily melted into warmth. Your legs shook around him and for a second you wondered how he wasn’t suffocating, how he could still hold you, still work you up to the edge.

He fingered you till you were clawing at the sheets and shivering in his hold. Your vision turned to black as he remained relentless, pushing you back into bliss. He moaned when you screamed his name, the vibration lengthening your high till all you saw were stars.

Collapsing onto your back, you tried to catch your breath, staring at the ceiling as Yoongi kissed his way up your body, taking your dress with him and leaving a trail of your arousal on your skin. He ripped it off you when he reached your lips, kissing them hungrily as he grinded against your ruined panties.

He kept a steady rhythm bucking against your swollen clit, grunting into your mouth and squeezing your chest. You were almost afraid he was going to cum in his pants as his breaths got heavier and his kisses sloppier.

“Perfect, perfect baby. My perfect fucking wife,” he chanted, kissing wherever he could reach. “Love you so much. Don’t deserve you. Want to give you everything you want. Everything. Fuck.”

“Fuck me, Yoongi. Give me your cum,” you said desperately, chasing his lips and undoing his belt clumsily. “Want your cum.”

Usually, a request as lewd as that would have had Yoongi ripping off your panties and fucking you into oblivion, but tonight it made him freeze, before he buried his face in your neck, whimpering.

“Can’t,” he whined, shaking his head as he held you close, arms wrapping under the arch of your back. When you begged again, he looked up at you, hovering over you with eyes dry but lip quivering. “I’m not a good husband,” he bemoaned, his forehead against yours.

He met every one of your protests and praises with another exclamation of not deserving you, of not being good enough, until you held his face in your hands, kissing him gently, despite the way your heart started doubting your husband. Why did he think that? Did he start gambling? Was he on drugs? Did he cheat on you?

He climbed off you, collapsing on the covers, his arm covering his eyes, and laid there, silent other than his shaky breaths. His lower lip was caught between his teeth as he collected himself and you couldn’t help your thoughts simmer into a simple question.

“Yoongi… What did you do?” you asked, unable to keep your nerves from invading your tone. He held your hand in response, squeezing it tight, but still quiet. “We finished therapy… we graduated… come on, communicate with me, baby. Please.”

He took a deep breath, letting his arm fall to the side, and turning towards you. He kissed you softly, looking at you with such desolation that it broke your heart. He swallowed twice, searching your eyes for something that you hoped he found because he finally spoke.

“Depression fucked me up, jagiya,” he whispered, eyes flitting away from yours, but his hand in yours still squeezing tight. “I don’t… I don’t know… if I can fuck you.”

When the meaning of his words finally clicked in your head, you pulled him closer, burying his face in your bare chest and wrapping your legs around him. “It’s okay,” you murmured, stroking his hair, and internally scolding yourself for doubting his character.

You asked him if he wanted to talk about it and he nodded, hesitating before confiding in you that ever since his depression took hold of him he had trouble getting hard. It was partially why he had proposed going slow — a suggestion from his therapist to get the two of you intimate enough to get him out of his head. But it seemed that the more he actively tried to get out of his head, the more he failed.

You kissed him, stroking his cheek as he held his heart out for you.

“Can I help?” you asked, holding him as he kissed your cheek.

“I… I don’t wanna disappoint you,” he began, only for you to seal your lips against him to stop his absurd thoughts.

“You can’t disappoint me. I love you. I will always love you.”

“But I’m broken,” he lamented, his waterlogged tone making tears manifest in your eyes.

“I’m broken worse,” you replied with a little humourless chuckle, a tear falling down your cheek and your hands moving the hair away from his forehead before he was cupping your face in both hands.

“You’re not broken,” he protested, adamant, glassy eyes full of fire. “You’re perfect. My perfect wife.”

“And so are you. My perfect husband.”

When he kissed you, the fire from his eyes transferred to his lips, his tongue making you moan as he asked you to touch him. You unzipped his jeans, pulling them off in a hurry and he discarded his shirt. Laying there in his boxers, you took off your last piece of clothing before getting on top of him once again.

He praised your body, your mind, you, as you pulled his underwear lower to get him naked and started to stroke him. “Let me make you feel good. Relax,” you said gently, kissing down his chest to his belly, your tongue tracing the little hair that lined the way to his semi-erection.

“But I might not--”

“It’s okay. Just feel,” you pleaded, your lips kissing the tip of his cock as he sighed in relief, muscles finally relaxing as he moaned. You licked down his length before enveloping it in your mouth, your warmth fuelling him as he panted, hands gently stroking your cheeks. When your eyes met, he cursed under his breath, inflating to full size in your mouth as you got more enthusiastic, the sounds of your lips on him filling the silence.

“Please… inside… before it stops,” he begged, and you had no choice but to relent, slowly rising off him to slide him inside your walls, your mouth now on his to quell his worries. He moaned as you rotated your hips, slowly bouncing on top of him, but soon he was growing limp, a whine escaping his throat.

“It’s okay. I love you,” you breathed, clenching around him as you held his face. He met your gaze, arms winding around you, and kissed your nose.

“I love you,” he replied, face flushed as he twitched within you, getting hard once again.

It happened a few times, but in the end, it didn’t matter if Yoongi came or not, you had never felt more intimate with him than in that moment, just holding each other and telling him how much you loved every single part of him and how he always made you feel special, wanted.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before,” he apologized when you both laid in bed, covered in sweat and utterly exhausted.

“It’s okay. You told me now.”

“I love you,” he said for the millionth time that night, curling his body as you draped yourself behind him, your arms around his waist, your cheek against his shoulder.

“And I will always love you,” you replied, tilting his face towards you and chasing his lips. He granted you the kiss, soft and gentle, the epitome of Yoongi, and turned away again, wrapping your arms tight around his chest before holding your hand firmly in his.

The air around you was light, as was your mind, and it seemed that, with all your secrets out, your marriage was finally on the mend. Maybe Dr Yang was right after all. Maybe all you needed was to talk about your fears because you already loved each other — chose each other.

You smiled as you heard his gentle breathing, cuddling against him and falling asleep, satisfied that there was nothing the two of you couldn’t handle. Because choosing Yoongi was the easiest thing in the world.

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darling-archeron · 2 years

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Okay I say this with love for acomaf and Feyre. But, the plot of Tamlin being villanized for using Hybern to get Feyre back from Rhysand kinda drives me crazy for a few reasons. I don't like tam all that much, but I think he had logical thinking here. He really has every reason in the world not to believe Feyre and Rhys.

Rhys's power is reading minds/mind control. Before UtM, Rhys was a shady figure with a vendetta against Tamlin's family at best. After, he's objectively the guy who was working with Amarantha UtM and only switched sides at the end. Obviously, we as readers know this really isn't the case and that he tried to help what he could, but the whole point of Rhys doing this is so he looks bad. He gives himself an awful reputation.

So why would Tamlin believe that Rhys isn't controlling Feyre here? Feyre writes a note? He doesn't think Feyre can read/write. And what's more believable? The guy who you think is a manipulative, abusive, bloodthirsty ruler, took time to teach Feyre how to read? Or that Feyre didn't write the note at all.

On top of this, Feyre is seen basically fucking Rhys in the CoN. The Feyre he knew had a wild side, but the whole scene, while hot and iconic for feysand, is understandably upsetting and offputting for Tamlin/the Spring Court.

Now, what were Tamlin's other options for people he could talk to about this? Requesting an audience with Feyre seems dicey if Rhysand has her under his control, unless there's some way she can prove she isn't under his influence. Talking to Helion, who's known for breaking spells? There wasn't anything he could do about their bargain or the mating bond, what could he do about matters of the mind? Tarquin is another dicey option if Tamlin even knew they had been there, considering he wants to kill half the IC at this point.

Like, going to Hybern is a dicey move, but we learn later that Tam basically planned on double crossing the king from pretty early on. (He doesn't get any points for not telling Feyre this and saving everybody trouble tho :/)

Tbh the consequences of Rhys pretending to be The Worst come up on multiple occasions; with the Mortal Queens and again when Feyre basically implies that Rhys assaulted her and then gets mad when everyone believes it easily. I have a lot of feelings about Feyre's actions in Spring in ACOWAR.

Like, I get that this is a whole plot device to further differentiate Rhys and Tamlin and create conflict but idk it could have been stronger.

Again this is not condoning any of the actual shitty stuff Tamlin has done. But these are my thoughts on a part of the books I think he's given a little too much grief over.

#kate talks #acotar #feysand #acomaf #tamlin

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tiptapricot · 3 years

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Give Me Markael Headcanons 🤲

Hee hee hee yessir >:-) (though it doesn’t have to be, this is generally set in a the boys live post movie setting, or at the very least an amiable post vampire reveal AU)

Things start, unsurprisingly, because Marko is bored

He’s craving someone to pick on and fuck with, and Michael presents the perfect opportunity to do so

Marko comments on his looks, his hair, teases him about his music and fashion tastes, even jumps on his back to mess up his hair or interrupt a conversation, and Michael responds with gruff annoyance or short comebacks, or a harsh shove away

It’s a push and pull kind of dynamic (sometimes literally), ranging from playful to genuinely rude, and it stays the status quo for several months

(Implied sexual content under cut)

Marko even goes after Michael without the boys around, pops up at his house and follows him around the boardwalk to get an early jump on that night’s round of torment

It’s absolutely excessive, and would drive anyone up the wall, but the strange thing is that after awhile, Michael starts reacting less and less, until he’s just absentmindedly nodding along while he does his own thing. He stops being bothered to a weird degree, almost like no one’s there, and that frustrates Marko

Because if he can’t get a rise out of Michael, what’s the point? Where’s the fun in it?

Eventually he gets so worked up that he bursts

“What the hell is wrong with you? You can’t just ignore me, Mikey. You can’t pretend I’m not talking, say something!”

And infuriatingly, incomprehensibly, Michael still maintains his cool. He quirks an eyebrow, shrugs, and says he doesn’t see what the big deal is. “I just stopped caring. I mean you’re not really an asshole,” he reasons, “so why should I be mad?”

And that… Marko doesn’t know how to respond to that. Because… what? He is an asshole. He definitely is. Right? He hasn’t been nice to Michael by any stretch of the imagination, so what the hell is he talking about?

When Marko fails to respond, Michael puts his hands in his pockets and goes to do his own thing on the boardwalk, leaving Marko behind thoroughly confused and even more frustrated than before

No one has ever responded to him like that. No one has just decided… not to go along with his game of cat and mouse, just brushed him off like it was the obvious choice, and he doesn’t know… why. It doesn’t make sense, and he doesn’t know why it’s so offputting

He’s quieter around Michael after that. He still seeks him out and follows him around, but instead of making the usual jabs he just… examines him

They sit on the beach together, and walk around town, and bum around in Michael’s front yard, and talk. Well, Michael’s really the only one that talks. Marko asks the questions, and then trails after him like a curious cat, listening to the answers

At first he’s trying to figure out the why from before, harder and more quizzical, but somewhere along the way that goal goes out of focus. The questions become less about solving something and more about hearing about Michael’s life, about hearing his voice, about seeing him every night

Eventually Marko starts tentatively asking things about his family, his parents, and there’s always this feeling of unfinished-ness hanging between them afterwards, this knowledge that Marko wants to say something too, but just never does. He listens instead, keeps his mouth shut, and listens

And that should be fine, he should be fine with that. Marko tells himself so, over and over. He chews on the loose threads of his glove and listens, focuses on the way Michael smiles when he talks about Sam or Lucy, or on how his voice deepens to something hard and unsteady when he talks about his dad. He tries to focus on Michael, even as something creeps under his skin, wriggles into his fingers and his legs, tense and expectant, edging on panic

This isn’t going to last, he realizes. It can’t. It’s been too long, too easy, that’s not how things work. Something is going to go wrong soon, Michael will get bored or angry or something

Marko stops being able to focus on what Michael says when they meet, too busy listening for a change in tone or topic, for a sign that the gentleness has run out

It’s going to. It has to. Gentleness never lasts for Marko

One night Michael pauses mid sentence and Marko stiffens. “Hey, do you—” he begins, and there, that’s it

Marko snaps into action, adrenaline spiking, and in the next second Michael’s lips are smashed against his own

There’s a moment where they stay suspended, where neither of them move and Marko knows his heart would stop if it was still beating, but then Michael melts into him with this sweet little sound and there are hands working under his jacket and—yes this is much more familiar, this is easy, Marko doesn’t have to think about this

He slips out of Michael’s room before sunrise, something heavy in the pit of his stomach that he tries desperately to ignore

They go on like that for awhile, no more talking, just touching, until one night Michael stops Marko before they can start and doesn’t let him continue

“Hey… what’s going on with you,” he asks, and there’s that gentleness again, that strange strange gentleness that Marko knows is earnest because that’s how Michael is. But why now why… here? Is this not good enough either?

If so what does Michael want?? He ignored Marko’s jabs and insults, he hung around with him seemingly without expecting anything in return for months, and now he’s not satisfied with something physical either. And Marko is dumbfounded

He leaves again, wordlessly, and tries to mull things over on his own, but he’s right back to the why, and he still can’t figure that out. It makes no sense

The others can see he’s worked up, Dwayne and David keep exchanging those glances, and Paul tries to reach out but Marko’s to snippy and tired to explain

That night he confronts Michael again, this time about all of… whatever they have right now, about what he wants, and it ends up just being a long, long, talk

Michael doesn’t want anything, as it turns out. Well, he wants Marko, but he doesn’t want him to be anything. He just likes him. Likes having him around, likes doing things with him

It’s a strange thing to hear

By the time they’re done, by the time they’ve talked through more than Marko thinks they have in the last year, the horizon is tinged red and there’s a new hole in the edge of his glove

Michael gets him too much, he thinks. They both have shitty parental experience, they both crave people and contact and belonging, sometimes to a destructive degree, and they’re both much too connected to their human lives to fully relate to any of the boys

That’s one of the bigger things. Even though Paul has technically been a vampire for less time than Marko, he still doesn’t have the same ties to his human life, doesn’t have the same baggage Marko does

With Michael Marko can actually talk about it. He gets it, he gets the grey areas and the gives and takes and the blurred lines, he gets that even if things sucked there’s still that want to go back to it, a need to keep it with you

Marko hasn’t had that in so long

It’s those spaces that are filled with each other that make their relationship, though, and that��s mutual. Michael grounds Marko, makes him slow down, remember, process, yes, but in return, Marko helps Michael let go

He drags him into races along the highway, teases him and flirts with him, kisses him in public and stands too close and casually touches him in ways that make him blush and sputter

Marko gives him an escape, gives him a place where he can forget his responsibilities for awhile and just have fun

They both provide balance for the other. Michael brings Marko back to himself, reminds him he’s not just Marko the vampire, that life isn’t all about adrenaline and parties, and Marko gets Michael out of his own head, reminds him he doesn’t always have to be perfect and responsible, doesn’t always have to be the big brother or the reliable son

There’s a giddiness to their relationship, innocent and recklessly cynical at the same time

Marko’s torment morphs into a love language, they get drunk and dress up in stolen clothes, break windows and lay on the beach with their feet in the water, howl on the highway and whisper against each other’s throats, excited for every moment no matter how fast or slow

That duality permeates every part of their relationship, it’s excitement spilling into closeness, sparks melting seamlessly back into embers, a mix of dark oranges and blues and reds

It’s a taste of newness that still feels familiar, and it’s exhilarating in its rightness, in it’s closeness, in its awkwardness, and in its gentleness

And, against all odds, it lasts this time

Headcanons masterpost

#I think I should also add a note here that Marko’s actions don’t line up w my hcs for his flirting style #and that’s because he didn’t know he wanted to flirt until he was too emotionally attatched #the fruit is talking again #the fruit is headcanoning again #the fruit is answering again #tlb #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #marko the lost boys #michael emerson #markael

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comradekatara · 3 years

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omg do you have any ideas for the gaang + room decor (in a modern au ?? perhaps ??)

ok so aang wouldn’t really have that many material possessions, especially nothing flashy (though he probably has some art and assorted knickknacks) but his spaces would always have really warm vibes. like i picture his childhood bedroom walls being painted a kind of friendly, mustard yellow, and there being candles and blankets and pillows everywhere like when you’re in aang’s abode you just feel welcome and cozy and at peace

and then coupled with katara’s vibes, when they move in together as adults, it’s just extra warm and lovely and the walls are painted a light beige and there’s lots of indigenous art on the walls and seashells they’ve collected over the years on the mantle and on the coffee table and they’re both obsessed with candles which sokka claims is a fire hazard

katara’s childhood bedroom is entirely blue and purple because those are her favorite colors and she refuses to display anything in her rooms that does not match her particular colorscheme. she has lots of posters hanging on her walls, like she has a karl marx quote next to a picture of some boyband she’s obsessed with next to a poster of sea turtles she got at a climate change rally. also she would have one of those cutesy little landlines that is also purple and she twirls the cord around her finger while telling aang about her day, even though he was with her the whole time they still call each other every night just so she can twirl her phone cord around her finger

sokka’s room is extremely clean, like freakishly so, except for his desk which is an absolute fucking mess. he wouldn’t even know how to begin organizing it so he never bothers. half his closet space is dedicated to katara’s clothes (even tho she has her own closet) which he’s fine with because he only wears like three shirts, or just wears suki’s clothes anyway. he has a bunch of posters with science puns, and a periodic table poster, and a poster of uranus which is his favorite planet (everyone thinks it’s his favorite planet because he thinks the name is funny but it’s because he thinks it’s cool that it has a 98 degree axial tilt! she’s so unique.... so mysterious...) and also he has a really fluffy bright blue rug in the middle of his room that yue always insisted on lying down on even though the bed would have been objectively more comfortable. she liked sitting on the floor and getting lint all over her white sweaters, which her mother couldn’t stand. sokka gives the rug to katara after she dies because it reminds him too much of her looks kind of childish. katara had been eyeing that rug all her life (it’s fluffy and blue??? sign her tf up!!) so it actually worked out pretty well... all things considered.

the only things toph wants in her room is things that her friends have given her that remind her of them. otherwise she hates material possessions of any kind (reminds her too much of her evil bougie family) and thinks furniture should exist to be comfortable, and that’s it. if she couldn’t fit everything she owned into a small backpack, then she wouldn’t be toph.

zuko keeps everything because he gets sentimental over literally any object. no azula you can’t throw out that old leaf!!!!! he found that leaf in the park and it had a little caterpillar bite taken out of the side and don’t you see that leaf symbolizes him???? if he threw out that leaf it would be like parting with a piece of his soul!!!!! sokka’s like “oh so you’re a hoarder” which makes zuko even angrier because how is HOARDING if every object MEANS something even marie kondo would claim that if it sparks joy then it must be kept!!! and sokka’s like “....this empty sprite can sparks joy??” and zuko, deadpan, is just like. “IMMENSE joy.” katara hung out in his room one time and the clutter was so stressful for her that she just invited him back to her house every single time after that day. at one point mai just straight up says to zuko “maybe your weird little trash collection isn’t the problem, you just like feeling like you have some semblance of control over yourself and your life” and zuko immediately bristled at such a ridiculous, unfounded accusation and then refused to speak to her for three days, yknow, for no particular reason.

no one knows where suki lives (though the most popular theory is that she was actually raised by wolves) so no one, including sokka, has actually seen the inside of her bedroom. they’ve seen the inside of her pickup truck, though, which is basically the same thing. it’s filled with empty chip packets and loose joints and underwear that is not hers and sports gear that is mostly hers. it smells distinctly of girl sweat, and the same playlist of indie rock angry sad girl bangers is always on in the background. she knows the words to every single song that comes on when in her car, and she isn’t afraid to sing along to them, which most people find endearing, but katara absolutely cannot stand. she enjoys driving with no destination in particular in mind, and she and sokka like going to secluded areas and lying in the back of her truck and getting high and stargazing, an activity which might resemble a date to the untrained eye, but is in fact, totally not a date, because that would mean they’re dating and they’re definitely not, okay???

azula, naturally, is all about the minimalist rich bitch aesthetic. her apartment as an adult is so cold and uninviting sleek and modern that people are amazed that she’s not depressed just living there (and honestly. isn’t she?). there just is so much empty space and modernist architecture, not even a single carpet or piece of art on the walls. normally people who are into modernism would at least have some modern art, or something, but azula doesn’t actually understand modern art because it’s too abstract and mystical, and all art, really, is some froufrou nonsense for people like zuzu who gaze into wells all day instead of knowing how to get ahead and make bank. most of her bookshelf is just books that look good on a bookshelf, her old law textbooks, the art of war, and of course, ayn rand. lots and lots of ayn rand.

ty lee shares a living space with so many other girls that attempting to carve out her own distinct space for herself would be a fruitless endeavor. instead she makes a bunch of interior decor dreamboards for herself that comprise an inexplicable mix of gothic cathedrals, iconic 80s/90s teen girl bedrooms, cottagecore, and french rococo. yes, she knows it’s not aesthetically cohesive; sue her.

mai really really hates her parents’ style of mcmansion with just enough diluted japanese influences that it somehow makes them seem more assimilated. she wishes her room had yellow wallpaper just so she could peel it. as an adult, she makes sure to hang art she actually likes on her walls, but her taste in art is strange and offputting to pretty much everyone. she’s like grunkle stan in that one scene. whatever. everyone is a bunch of filthy aesthetes; they can’t handle the real shit that actually says something. also she has a giant terrarium for her lizards that takes up like a quarter of her living room. what i’m basically saying is that she is the coolest girl in the world and also fundamentally undateable.

when mai and ty lee ultimately move in together all of their stylistic interests clash with one another but they don’t care because their home is just filled with things they like, so it doesn’t matter. ty lee thinks that mai’s offputting art is amusing (mai’s like no it’s supposed to be DEEP but ty lee has a really twisted sense of humor so it’s just funny, the same way that horror movies are funny) and mai likes how eclectic ty lee’s tastes are. anyone who walks into their home only need to look around for 3 seconds maximum to be like “ah yes........... lesbians live here”

#the gaang and #modern au #i got rly into this one lmao #i love these kinds of asks #just rly fun #asks #mrsmiroir

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Mia, episode five

1. One thing Druck is super good at is these aesthetic shots. This whole opening bit reminds me of the scene with Amira when she’s praying in her room. Lots of beautiful shots of the room, curtains and stuff, which are just super pretty with a few hints of colour. I dunno, this is just an aesthetic I like and I appreciate that Druck caters to me. Mia is so cute, too! Like both the way she looks and also how kind she is. She still doesn’t really like Alex a lot (though you could see in that montage from the previous night that she’s warming up to him) but she still feels like she should leave things looking nice. These little post-it notes are sort of cute too, and you can see that she thinks they’re sweet. I don’t like this Bjorn though.

2. Interesting that we get a clip specifically one week later. I have no idea how that must have felt while this was live, and I’m really glad that I didn’t have to live through these long gaps in any of the things I did watch in real time. This one was reasonably low key though, so maybe the wait wasn’t as agonising. If you didn’t know who Bjorn is (I’m assuming the Niko character) then nothing in the last couple of clips would have felt all that alarming. But Mia’s so flirty here - that one conversation at his house must have really charmed her. Pity we didn’t really get to hear a lot of it because he still hasn’t charmed me!! And actually that ‘show a montage of how things are going while a song and/or other conversation plays overtop’ is a huge thing Druck does, I think. I feel like in some cases (Matteo and David after their first pool kiss moment, for example, or Hanna and Jonas breaking up) work quite well. But here, I think we needed to hear more of Alex to actually believe that Mia would be this flirty with him. For me, this is too big a turnaround from her very cold manner with him at the piano and an actual proper look at that conversation might have helped. But also, I am super biased because William and so maybe a more reasonable person might like it okay. This bit with Linn is weird. Genuinely creepy, and I’m not sure why they’re setting her up to feel like this. Maybe some sort of hint of the creepiness to come with Bjorn (I’m assuming it’s coming, anyway).

3. I don’t get this bit with all the pictures at the school. I assume it will become obvious later but I’m not sure what exactly they were trying to do with this. You’d think they run the risk of having the whole Abi chaker clan thing shut down - if this happened in my school there’d be so much trouble. A groups of kids once put post-its all over one teacher’s room and they got in SO much trouble for it, and that wasn’t obscene like this is. This thing here seems so targeted at the Abi thing, using their plan specifically, that it feels like someone outside the group wants them not to be allowed to run their theme. Or someone in the group who wants a different motto maybe. I don’t know, but it feels very mean and very specifically directed at this group of people.

4. Hmmm, I’m with Leonie on this one. I’d be giving Carlos the super evil stare too. It may be ‘funny’ to some of these people, but given that there are younger kids at this school (I assume, right? They still have classes running for the smaller ones at the end of Matteo’s season, allowing their prank to go ahead) this is sure to go down really badly with the school itself. I’m rolling my eyes at the ones who are outraged that the school is considering reporting it - what did they expect? Also, surely they can figure out who was doing it - people were literally throwing handfuls of the pictures over the stairs. Surely they could work out who it is. It’s pretty clear that Alex still thinks this is funny and I’m losing patience with him. Every time it seems like maybe he’s getting less gross he goes and acts like this again. Bleh. I’m not often rooting for Leonie and feeling for her, but wow today I really am. This is shitty and she has a right to be angry.

5. Ew, Alex, why are you stalking Mia again? She’s made it pretty clear she’s not happy with you. Turning up out of the blue like a creep isn’t a good way to go about winning her over again. His ‘we were drunk, what can you do?’ is so... stupid??? They’ve lost money from this, the school is really angry, they could easily have some pretty bad consequences and he’s all ‘meh, it was a drunken prank’? I know money isn’t an issue for him, but there are issues here beyond the money. I’m also kind of annoyed that everyone keeps suggesting she’s upset because she’s jealous. I’ll be really annoyed if the show carries on this way - this isn’t just a silly little prank, and people have every right to be angry and annoyed. Diminishing it to jealousy isn’t cool. Is Leonie also jealous? The people who are angry and upset they’re being blamed and their money has been taken?

6. I do love scenes where the whole girl squad is together. They make me happy and I miss seeing them together so much. But OMG, Alex is blackmailing Mia again???? I mean I guess it worked the first time so why wouldn’t he? But this is seriously shitty behaviour. Honestly, in clip one I was mildly starting to warm to him with the post-its and all, but he’s managed to speed run right back into ‘asshole’ category. This was the problem in the og as well - William was such an asshole, that in order to make him likeable, we had to see a much more genuinely villainous character. Alex is still super dislikeable and so we need someone ‘worse’ to make him look palatable, which I assume is coming. We’re halfway through - we should like him by now. I dunno. Maybe some people do? But he still has done nothing to make me think he’s nice or someone who Mia might be attracted to.

7. Oh a long Friday clip? Almost half the episode? I guess it’s going to be a rough one for Mia then. More reflections again - her whole face in the mirror now, but it’s surrounded by graffiti. I’m always fascinated by the way mirrors and reflections work, and it’s fun to see Mia slightly obscured in her mirrors even now. It’s not as disjointed as it was at the start but it’s not a fully clear reflection either. I may not like the way Noora/Mia’s story goes but I do like some of these things which show the progress.

8. I feel kind of sorry for Jonas, because that break up wasn’t his choice. But seriously, he seems to be blaming this on Hanna a bit and like ????? He chose to make her feel small and unworthy through her whole season. She’s allowed to try to figure herself out outside of him and his wants and needs. Eh, I know he’s hurting and all, but that’s actually his issue and he shouldn’t be pushing it on her.

9. This scene with Mia and Alex bothers me. He still seems to have no idea why she might find his actions (selfish and self-serving and filled with blackmail) offputting. ‘I fixed it, so we should totally be together now’ is such an immature and childish take on this. These types of guys need to grow up and learn that they can’t just buy and/or coerce their way into whatever they want. I like the way they decide to have Kiki walk past just as Mia has to choose whether to say she doesn’t want Alex or not. It adds a poignancy to it and Mia obviously chooses to stick by her friends. I do wish it felt more conflicting, like if Alex genuinely had changed or had shown he has depth or something it would be a bigger ‘wow she’s rejecting him for her friend’ but instead he’s still such an unpleasant character that I don’t care.

10. I’m not sure why Mia does the brushing off of the makeup - I feel like it made more sense when Noora did it (I mean I watched it once a very long time ago so who knows, but my memory is that it was her way of trying to reject being ‘pretty’ and having guys liking her because it was messing her up). With Mia, I don’t understand. Someone help me out?

11. I still don’t get what Mia sees in Alex. Again, I know I have a really big bias against him because of William and I know it was always going to be tough for him to be someone I care about. But even so, this feels like a huge whiplash when she says of course she likes him. I’d get it if we’d seen any of his development, but every time he took a mini step forward he shoved himself right back into dislikeable territory. Once again, I mourn the actual conversation between Mia and Alex. This all feels far too fast, and the fact that this is suggesting his blackmail is all good is very worrying. All the post-it notes in the world can’t make me think he’s nice enough to want to kiss.

Overall, I didn’t really like this one. I feel like the pacing is still off; I don’t believe the speed at which Mia has fallen for him and honestly it hasn’t been very long since Kiki was with Alex and had her heart broken. The fact that Mia even saw her and told him she doesn’t like him only to turn around immediately and change her mind is strange to me. Mia has always come across as a caring person who tries to do the right thing and help out her friends. That she has apparently no qualms at this point is difficult for me. They’re acting the hell out of this, but I can’t buy it. Unfortunately. Sadly, because this is based on a very flawed original, I don’t think it’s going to make me enjoy these two. There are things that I’m interested in seeing as we go forward but most of those have zero to do with Alex.

#druck #mia - episode 5 #didn't like this one #update on feelings about Alex - still don't like him #honestly I don't see why Mia goes after him #none of this makes sense to me

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Cas Bang Masterpost

And with that, the 2020 Castiel Big Bang has ended! Let’s look at the masterpost for the season ending in June 2021~!

#~+~#

Title: Breaking Free and Finding Home

Author: @limeyjellybean

Artist: @soluscheese

Rating: Mature

Pairing(s): Castiel/Dean Winchester (Destiel)

Words: 22,293

Summary: Freedom isn’t something Castiel ever thought he could be familiar with, living under Naomi’s roof with her rules and strict way of living - but when the opportunity presents itself, he takes it and runs.

What he didn’t expect was what followed, and what the newfound freedom would bring him.

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Title: Husbands and Headlines

Author: Why_do_you_want_to_know ( @an-ace-phoenix )

Artist: @love-nakamura

Rating: Teen and up

Pairings: Dean/Cas

Words: 22,000

Summary:

Castiel thought his life was perfect. Maybe his husband was away for months at a time - but that was the life of an actor - and it wasn’t like Castiel wasn’t busy as well. They found time for each other. And Castiel knew that they always loved each other.

But then Dean started acting weird.

He took on more and more jobs, spending more time away than at home, and taking the bare minimum in terms of breaks. So when Castiel got a chance to work on the same film set, designing the costumes and spending the next couple of months in Montana with Dean, he jumped at the chance.

When Dean just acted even weirder, and Dean’s co-star Bela seemed to spend more time with Dean than Cas did, he started to see his perfect life crumbling around him.

Is anything really what it seems?

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Title: Say Yes

Author: @verobatto (BENKA79)

Artist: @jenniferb-art

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dean/Castiel

Words: 21.1k

Summary:

After evading the apocalypse, Heaven faces a new crisis. Without archangels and with an absent God, the angels will appeal to their last hope: to achieve a perfect bond between two of their own and thus generate the necessary energy to save Heaven.

But when the first attempts fail, and everyone begins to lose hope.

It is then that Castiel admits that he may have “accidentally” started a bonding ritual with Dean Winchester by bringing him out of Hell, and now the restoration of Heaven depends on a brave hunter agreeing to complete the bond with Castiel, a ritual full of enigmas and sensuality that will confront the angel and the human with their most hidden feelings.

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Title: Whiskers and Whispers

Author: Why_do_you_want_to_know (@an-ace-phoenix)

Artist: @kingstoken

Rating: Gen

Pairings: Dean/Cas

Words: 6400

Summary:

Castiel gets turned into a cat while killing a witch, and is brought back to the bunker by an unsuspecting Sam and Dean. He tries to get a message across to them, tell them that he isn’t actually a cat, but maybe its not so bad… especially with how open Dean is now that he thinks Castiel is just an animal who can’t understand his words.

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Title: Sign of God

By: spnsmile

Art by: heart-eyes castiel

Pair: Castiel/ Dean Winchester

Rate: Explicit

Word: 12,000

Summary:

Amara smiled at him.

“Hello, Castiel…seems like you two have been having fun.”

Castiel wrapped his arms protectively around Dean’s sleeping form and dragged him closer to his body.

“What are you doing here? If you’re here for Dean—” She rolled her eyes.

“Of course, I’m here for Dean, but why would that make you think you’re out of the equation? You’re already making a very hot pair…” her eyes drawdown on Dean’s nakedness where a blanket flew to cover seconds next. Castiel didn’t like her smirk at all and was beside himself to tell her to fuck off. But she was here in Dean’s bedroom. She better had a good reason for it because Deity or not, Castiel will kick her out.

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Title: Feline Fate

Author: @endlessnepenthe

Artist: @nickelkeep

Rating: T

Pairing: Castiel & Dean Winchester

Words: 5041

Summary:

The cat considers Castiel for a moment. “Mrow,” it repeats, a little less irritated, immediately followed by a high, curious trill.

“If I take you home with me,” Castiel tells the cat, stern, “you will be good. Won’t you?”

When Castiel rescues a green eyed cat from a certain doom via one truck running a red light, he never would have guessed his act of altruism would send a pair of brothers crashing through the door of his already chaotic, eventful life.

It’s a good thing Castiel’s well acquainted with seeing strange things.

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Title: Angelic Kitty Curse

By: shadowywerewolfqueen

Art by: nickelkeep

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Rating: Explicit

Words: 21736

Summary:

Angel’s only go through a mating season every few millennia so imagine Castiel’s surprise when his wings burst onto the physical, signaling the start of mating season. Castiel is worried that Sam and Dean might find the wings offputting, but he never imagined how Dean would react to them. Disheartened that his feelings for Dean aren’t reciprocated, Castiel enlists the help of Rowena to help him end his mating season prematurely. Instead, the spell goes wrong, and Castiel ends up turning into a cat with his wings still showing. Will Castiel be turned back into an angel before it’s too late? Will Dean ever learn Castiel’s true feelings?

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#casbang #casbang2020 #casbang 2020 #castiel #castiel centric fic #masterpost #2020 masterpost

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So, I’ve had this idea kicking around in my head for a little while now, based on this premise: What if, due to some wire crossing that Chuck never anticipated, because he never anticipated Jack, or his powers, or that Jack might use his powers to tear open a portal to one of his cast off-worlds, allowing a scrapped draft of Michael to waltz over into the main canon universe, the OG Michael experiences some side effects? Such as, perhaps, his grace syncing up with the AU’s, causing his appearance to change for seemingly no reason, unaware that it’s corresponding with the other Michael changing vessels?

And as this is going on, Michael and Adam are at different stages in processing how they view one another. Adam’s just at the tail end of digesting the fact that he might be bisexual. Sure, there might be times when he and Michael are talking, and Michael says something, or—god forbid—laughs, and Adam feels this warm rush of affection, but that could just be something that happens when you’re part of a friendship that’s gotten this close. And, so what if he occasionally thinks about what might happen if they kissed, doesn’t everyone have that thought from time to time? That’s probably normal. And anyway, Michael looks just like him. Maybe he’s just getting vain.

But then, right in the middle of a conversation one day, Michael’s grace suddenly goes haywire. There’s this blinding flash, and Michael’s human form changes to that of the AU Michael’s apocalypse vessel. Dark hair, long coat, delicious beard, and neither of them have any idea why.

And this change is jarring for Adam. But it’s even more so for Michael, because, firstly, why did this happen? But also because, when he separated himself from Adam in the cage, for the sake of “privacy,” which Adam had made a big to-do about, Michael might have glossed over the fact that he couldn’t actually separate their minds completely. And, to a certain degree, a large part of maintaining their agreement, unbeknownst to Adam, involves Michael pretending that he doesn’t hear the odd fragment of a thought trickle over from Adam’s head. So, when Michael looks down at himself, at his hands and his new clothes, and then asks Adam what he looks like, he hears:

Holy shit—gorgeous—fucking hell—take me now. . .

“. . .Different.”

And with time moving more slowly in Hell than it does on earth, even though AU Michael only briefly wore this vessel after he crossed over, this new look sticks around for a little while for OG Michael and Adam. Which initially changes their dynamic a bit. Michael begins to wonder if he should tell Adam that his thoughts are not as infallibly private as Adam had been led to believe. However, there’s only so much entertainment in the cage, and there is something unspeakably gratifying about the fact that now, when he and Adam get into a debate, and Adam has a really solid argument going, Michael can stretch his neck like he’s trying to work out a kink, and hear Adam’s train of thought come to a screeching halt as he helplessly imagines what it would feel like to nuzzle into the expose skin. The thought generally only lasts a second or so, but inevitably costs Adam his footing the conversation every time, as it’s usually followed by Adam chastising himself for upwards of twenty minutes.

On one occasion, while discussing something called Kohlberg’s stages of morality, Michael evidently said Adam’s name in such a way that made him excuse himself to the far side of the cage, where Michael knew for a fact Adam spent the entire time scowling at the ceiling and thinking:

Creep—Stop staring at him—Not his fault he looks—sexy—gorgeous—fucking get it together. . .

Michael is aware that he has no business finding the whole situation as amusing as he does. After all, if Adam were to ever act on his errant thoughts, Michael would have to tell him that, as an angel of the Lord, entertaining any kind of relationship with a human would be utterly inappropriate. Angels simply didn’t do that sort of thing. . .

That said, a week or so later, Michael can hear Adam telling himself not to look at the dip in the V created by Michael’s new button-down shirt (it had arrived with the top two buttons undone, and Michael had refrained from altering it). Michael is getting ready to throw Adam off his game, again, when his grace flares. When the light subsides, Michael looks down at himself and sees that his human form has changed again. He looks up at Adam to ask what he looks like now, and Adam says. . .

Like an asshole.

“You look like Dean now. What happened?”

“I don’t know. . .”

Sadly, this change lasts significantly longer than the last one, and the awkward shift it causes in their dynamic is a lot less fun (for Michael). The second Michael’s face changes, Adam’s inner turmoil shifts from untoward appreciation, to a running loop of reminders that he’s looking at his brother’s face, which does not have nice eyes, and even if it did have nice eyes, the person looking out of them is a divine being with no interest in—in anything, and that the whole train of thought was sick, and redundant, and Michael didn’t mean to listen in, but he was already in the habit by this point.

Nor could Michael contradict Adam’s inner monologue, because of course Adam was right. Michael certainly wasn’t interested in—well, if anything, Michael was relieved that temptation had been taken out of Adam’s path. If Michael excused himself at one point to quietly explore the possibility of snapping himself back to the mysterious form from before, it was purely out of curiosity about the strange glitch in his powers, not for any other reason.

And, finding that, having never possessed or even seen the body in question, his attempts to revert to past vessels only brought up John Winchester’s form, Michael certainly didn’t feel disappointed. Nor did he spend the better part of an hour contemplating whether Adam’s father’s face would be an improvement over his brother’s, before remembering that he is not supposed to know or care about whether Adam is repulsed by his appearance.

Their rapport recovers, but nonetheless, they are both secretly relieved when Michael’s grace flares of its own volition once again. This time Michael is standing when the change happens, and the first thing he notices after is his height. This vessel was taller than Adam, or so it initially seemed, until Michael realized it was equipped with footwear that bolstered its natural height by a few inches. It was wearing fewer layers, and accessories securing its hair and dangling from its ears. Michael studied them with his hands.

“You look great,” Adam says before Michael has a chance to ask.

Obviously, Michael doesn’t care. By this point, Adam’s rush of lustful imaginings has become a relatively distant memory. Which made it all the more surprising when Michael was teaching Adam to speak Enochian sometime after the newest change. Michael was leaning forward, speaking slowly to show Adam precisely how he moved his lips and tongue around the syllables, but Adam’s accent was abysmal and distorted one word so badly that it threw off the entire sentence he was trying to say, and Michael briefly forgot himself to the point of actually laughing out loud—at which point, he heard the word Beautiful resonate through Adam’s mind.

Adam seemed to like this face. Words like “regal” and “stunning” crossed over from time to time, but, more significantly, Michael feels a surge of warmth come from him whenever Michael smiles—sometimes so intensely that the affection takes up residence in Adam’s eyes while they’re talking, and Michael can’t seem to look away.

After experiencing that, feeling his grace billow out of his control once again filled him with dread. Michael struggles to resist the change this time, but the flash of light comes nonetheless. Running his hands over his jaw afterward, and noting the familiar set of his legs, Michael knows before Adam says anything that he has changed into Dean Winchester again.

Adam chuckled when he saw Michael’s face. “You almost look disappointed.”

“Of course I’m not. I. . .I just wish I knew what was causing this.”

Once again, Dean’s face stays longer than it had any right to. To himself, Michael carefully thinks back over what he had been doing at the time of each change, wondering if he could possibly trigger another randomization. He had been talking each time—could it have been a key word or phrase, perhaps even a gesture or. . .thought?

Adam humors every experiment that Michael suggests, always with the same amused expression on his face. After the fourth or fifth failure, he says, gently, “You know, Dean’s face kind of suits you. Is it that bad?”

Michael retorts that this was not about vanity.

After all, Dean’s face is a reminder of their abandonment in the cage, and precisely what turn of events had led to Adam’s residency in particular. Michael would not force Adam to live with it peaceably when he should be capable of less offputting alternatives.

He’s overjoyed when the the now familiar surge of power finally courses through him again, and Adam has to bite his lip to stop his grin when Michael immediately begins running his hands over his new face. This vessel is the shortest to date; even with heels, Michael only stands as tall as Adam’s shoulder. This one also came with the most elaborate accessories. One of Michael’s new rings catches in the pins restraining his hair, necessitating the removal of both, and releasing a mane of shining red curls.

Adam helps him with the hair pins. And promptly grins when Michael’s thanks comes out in the cadence of a lilting Scottish accent.

Adam’s reaction to this one is easily the loudest since the first change. However, the words that Michael overhears run the gambit of Spitfire, Adorable, and Spritely—words that Michael is not accustomed to hearing in relation to himself, and not certain if he approves. He finally takes offense at the term pixie, and in the midst of a conversation about Purgatory, detours into a tangent about how angels and pixies are in no way similar to one another, regardless of humanity’s affinity for portraying the two specifies as humanoid beings with wings.

During this spiel, Michael fails to notice Adam raising an eyebrow at the abrupt segeway. He spends a minute, leaning against the side of the cage, half listening to Michael, while also trying to deduce how pixies came into the conversation. Then suddenly realization hits, and the fact that he is able to keep his face completely neutral is nothing short of a miracle.

Adam’s rather proud of the fact that he’s managed to get himself under control since coming to terms with his attraction toward Michael. Being around Michael after the first body swap had been difficult, and then confusing, after the second change put Michael in the shape of a blood relative, and not exactly a fondly remembered one at that. Self-control had become a matter of sanity for Adam, and, once he’d acknowledged his feelings to himself, vital for maintaining their friendship as it was. He hadn’t imagined making out with Michael against the side of the cage in ages. But now, with Michael’s tangent, with his fussing after each vessel change in mind, he had a hypothesis to test.

Michael was still talking when Adam’s fantasy hit him: Adam pushing away from the wall, three steps to close the distance between them, and then tilting Michael’s pixie-esque face upward to kiss him breathless. It was. . .very vivid. Michael could almost feel Adam’s arm slip around his waist, and the ghost-like caress of his tongue along his lips, requesting admittance. The fantasy cut short before request could be answered.

Adam bit back a grin watching Michael trip over his consonants. Even before he walked over, he could see the blush spreading out on Michael’s face. Michael doesn’t move back as Adam approaches him, coming in closer than he would normal go. Instead, Michael seems to lean into the closeness, tilting his own head back as his lips parted, eyes on Adam’s face. Adam’s tempted to run a hand along Michael’s jaw.

Then. . .

“.. .I’m sorry, I got distracted thinking about something. Can you repeat that last part?”

“W—Yes, of course.” Michael practically flies three steps back. “As I was saying—”

“Wait, Michael. . .”

“Yes?” When Michael, flustered, finally looks at Adam again, Adam is giving him a look that normally means a joke has gone over his head—though what the joke could be is beyond him. Michael tries to listen into Adam’s mind, but all he can detect is vague confusion.

Meanwhile, Adam is not sure whether he’s being rejected, or if Michael had honestly just missed the part where Adam caught him listening in on his thoughts red handed, and maybe caught him in something else too. Judging by the look on Michael’s face though, Adam was going to have to ask the question outright. . .

“You know, I think we got off topic. Let’s take it back to Purgatory.”

. . .But he cops out.

Shortly after the pixie incident, Michael experiences the opposite of the power surge that marks the onset of a change. His grace seems to short circuit for a moment, and when the riotous flickering subsides, he’s reverted to Adam’s form. What this means, neither of them know. They carry on, neither of them saying it, but both secretly braced for the next change. Instead, the next time Michael senses an unexplainable rush of power, the cage door swings open, and the two of them sit there gaping at their freedom for an embarrassingly long amount of time before either moves to step outside.

When they do, Michael is wary. He doesn’t know of many beings that could simply open the cage, and he can’t dismiss the thought that this might be a trap of some sort. He pulls the two of them back into one being and ventures out cautiously. He knows where the doorway to earth is, and can get there as easily on foot as by wing. . .but then they happen to pass by the new queen of Hell, seemingly out on some kind of procession. Which is unusual enough for Hell, since festivities are not typically done there, but more importantly, Michael gets caught on the queen’s appearance.

“Michael? Why are we stopping?”

“That woman.”

“Yes?”

“Doesn’t she look familiar?”

“Um. . .I don’t know? Why, is she some important bible-y character?”

“First, we are not characters, Adam, but also—” Michael struggles to articulate his thoughts. He’d seen that woman in Adam’s fantasy! She was attired differently, in red and gold, with her hair arranged in waves woven through with braids, but it was her. He knew for a fact that Adam had once gazed at her in amazement that he could find anyone so unreservedly endearing while they were in a “mood,” as Adam had put it, yet now he hardly seemed to notice her. To think that Adam could be so offhanded with his affections was disconcerting.

Michael sets it aside, but the thought cycles back when he and Adam are at the diner later.

“You really didn’t recognize that redhead?”

“Jeez, Michael, did you?” Adam shoots him a look as he takes a bite of his pizza. It’s the one that usually meant there was something humorous going on that Michael didn’t see.

One thing that had slipped Michael’s mind when he bound Adam and himself back together in Hell, was that their proximity would make Adam’s thoughts significantly easier to overhear. As Adam chews, Michael distinctly hears:

Go on, say it—You’re not going to say it—Say it, I dare you. . .

“What’s with the frown?” Adam says after swallowing and wiping the corners of his mouth with his napkin.

“I’m still figuring that out.”

Adam chuckles as he picks a french fry off the plate of his first entrée. . . .Yeah, you’ll get there. . .

#the himbo and the coward: a cage story #Adam would think AU Michael's a reprehensible person #but those vessels are fine af #midam #this was not supposed to be this long when i started typing #my thoughts #if you think this is long you should see what happens when i’m TRYING to write a fic #adam milligan #supernatural michael

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