i mean look at his freakin face

Kalagang #05

1x06 Demons

There’s only one Kalagang moment in this episode, but I LOVE THIS SCENE. I mean, we love all Kalagang scenes, don’t we. Who doesn’t? Isn’t that why I am writing these posts and you’re reading them right now in the first place? LOL. So without further ado, let’s begin.

Previously on Sense8, Kala fainted in her wedding. Thank you, Wolfgang. Now they are aware of each other. Also, we get to see what each character thinks more importantly of – moral compass, logic, or desire.

I don’t know if it’s just me, but when Wolfgang says ‘hello again’, I felt my heart exploded. TOO MUCH HOTNESS. I JUST. I CAN’T. HIS FACE. HIS BODY. HIS FREAKIN’ EYES. HIS VOICE. DAMN YOU WOLFGANG BOGDANOW. DAMN YOU MAX RIEMELT. Whoa, I’m gushing too much.

See what I mean? I can’t think straight when he’s like THAT.

Original post [x] @netflixsense8gifs

Oh no? OH YES TO ME! Kala, you seriously need to appreciate the fact that you are able to see him.

JUST LOOK AT HIM! OH MY GOD! You know what? this post can just be me gushing over Wolfgang. And I’m not gonna be ashamed of it. Or feel sorry for not analyzing Kalagang moments which I should be doing right now! You hear me? I wont’ be SORRY! – no, I’m kidding. I’d feel terrible if I didn’t write this post properly.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

One thing I’ve noticed when Kala locks her door is that the place they visit each other – right after they’re surely aware of one another’s presence – has changed. Before this, places Wolfgang and Kala visited (or just connected in general) were more public such as cemetery, Sanyam’s (Kala’s father) restaurant, Indian restaurant in Berlin, club’s bathroom, swimming pool, and the place where Kala’s wedding was held.

Now, they are in each other’s bedroom – the most private space one can have. Wolfgang showing up in Kala’s bedroom has significant meaning to it.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

Let’s rewind a bit. When Kala wakes up in her bedroom, the first thing she sees is her family (although the person in the middle looks like her coworker/friend but whatever). Let’s say Kala’s bedroom is a metaphor for her mind or herself. Her family (and friends) symbolizes things or people that made who she is today. They represent Kala’s personality, her beliefs, her dreams, memories, relationships, important values in her life, you-name-it. At the same time, her mind is the most private space – like her bedroom. So she only lets in those which she knows, trusts, cares, and loves, or at least she’s familiar with – just like her family has been the only ones who can come to her bedroom.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

But then, all of sudden, out of nowhere, THIS GUY shows up none other than in Kala’s own bedroom. In her bed. And let us not forget that Rajan has never been in her bedroom, ever.

I wrote in the previous post [x] that when Wolfgang showed up in Kala’s wedding he represented Kala’s inner voice. I’d add more and say Wolfgang himself symbolizes Kala’s darkest and deepest desire which explains why Kala later describes him as a demon.

Anyhow, so Wolfgang showing up in Kala’s bedroom indicates – the wedding sort of triggered the awakening of Kala’s desire which has been hidden for very long time. And now, it’s visible. Again, in her bed. She can feel her longing for something more in her life; she just doesn’t want to admit it, yet.

And before we move on, can we just take a moment and see how Wolfgang is eyeing on her? I mean, seriously…I’m 600% sure that most people love this scene because of the way Wolfgang looks at Kala the whole time.

Wolfgang: I didn’t ruin anything. You didn’t want to marry that guy. [That is not for you to say] Maybe not, but you wanted me to say it.

Obviously, Kala doesn’t want this unexpected visitor – more like an intruder from her perspective – to keep seeing through her.

Original post [x] @eleveun

And obviously, Wolfgang cannot help but enjoy knowing what she wants with seductive look on his face.

Wolfgang: *pat* *pat* *pat*

Me: I’M SOLD

But not her. Nope.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

And he seems so disappointed. Which makes him hotter and cuter for some reason. But I’m kinda glad that she said no to him. One of many things I love about Kala and Wolfgang is that even though they’re pretty much love at first sight, they don’t rush. Their relationship rather builds up gradually making their connection stronger.

Moreover, this is the first time Wolfgang actually develops a relationship with someone. It’s going to be something totally different from what he’s used to do with other women. So Wolfie, patting the bed may not be the smartest move to make in front of Kala. Not right now.

BUT interestingly, if you look back at the GIF where Wolfgang pats on the bed, you can see Kala’s body sorta leaning towards him for a moment – deep down, she wants him too.

Original post [x] @klarksbelomi

I have absolutely nothing to talk about – except how cute this whole scene was. The way Kala tries to figure out what is going on with her, Kala’s description of Wolfgang as demon, Wolfgang gazing at Kala as she moves back and forth in her room…and smiling at her. P E R F E C T I O N. Technically it’s not their first meeting, but it still gave me this vibe of meet-cute in romantic films.

Wolfgang: If you are so concerned with privacy and decency, why did you look? [I did not] Yes, you did. You looked then, and you’re looking now [I did not].

Original post [x] @ludi-lin

I just love how he teases Kala. Him glancing down at his ‘trunk’ and then right back at her. He’s totally enjoying every second of this moment with her.

Kala: [and somehow, I feel that you want me, too] Oh my god, you are a demon.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

In 1x02 post, I wrote that the way Wolfgang describes his feeling towards Kala is going to change gradually from words that are very instinctive to something more emotional. First it was ‘craving’; now it’s ‘want’. If you search the word in the dictionary, it means ‘have a desire to possess or do (something); wish for’. So for Wolfgang, this feeling he has is still closer to desire or lust (instinctive). The reason he uses that word is because maybe he doesn’t know it’s love, yet. Or maybe he’s just more used to that word.

Want, desire, lust – these are the words Wolfgang is familiar with. To Kala, they’re raw, strange, unfamiliar, and even immoral things to feel – which explains her astounded reaction. Not to mention she’s never heard directly from someone that he wants her. But at the same time, you see a very subtle smile on her face – she doesn’t hate it completely. I feel like she’s impressed by how straightforward and honest Wolfgang is. Because in her life, she never had a chance to talk about deep feelings or desires so openly with others.

I mean Wolfgang is everything that Kala is not – and that makes her more attracted to him…and vice versa.

Kala: I know that if it was you [Rajan] that had fainted just before you were to marry me, oh, dear, I’d be absolutely sure that you hated me and that you didn’t want anything to do with me. So I completely understand if you came here because you don’t want to marry me any longer. And you don’t have to worry about protecting my feelings.

Maybe because she’s somehow influenced by Wolfgang, but anyhow, when Kala meets up with Rajan, I think it’s the first time she actually spills out what she really feels. I would say she tried her best to be honest as possible, but it’s still not enough to make Rajan to know her intentions completely.

Because the way she address the issue is…you can see that Kala wants to be honest with Rajan, but at the same time she doesn’t want to hurt his feelings. She doesn’t want to be that bad person who dumps her fiance after their failed wedding ceremony. I wrote that Kala is on her journey figuring out ways to become an adult…and this is going to be one of the biggest struggles on her way. Sometimes, one has to be brutally honest with another.

Being honest with your heart may hurt others. There’s no grey area for this. At least in Kala’s situation. Whether she likes it or not, Kala will have to make a choice in some point. The consequence that follows her decision is inevitable. It is her responsibility – a burden that she must bear. It is painful, but that’s what makes us…what’s going to make Kala a woman (adult).

Rajan: For me, I love what happened. I love it because it makes our wedding something special. […] I imagine telling our children how their beautiful mother took one look at their father and fainted straight away. It is a great twist.

Oh Rajan, you just keep coming up with more foreshadowing of Kalagang.

anonymous asked:

118 w peter maximoff ft erik (as the fave superhero)

Characters: Reader x Peter Maximoff + Erik Lensherr

Warnings: none

Prompts: “Your favorite superhero can’t be a villain.”

Word Count: 357

A/N: hope you like it !! (tbh I feel like all my xmen imagines are really messed up in regards to timelines and all because I haven’t seen all the movies so pls bear with me)

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Peter sat opposite you, narrowing his eyes and looking you up and down. You self consciously tugged at the sleeves of your jacket, not knowing what this boy with silver hair and goggles wanted from you. You had been brought into this giant mansion by someone called Charles Xavier, because he had discovered you had the ability to turn invisible. Charles had instructed you to wait in this massive dining hall, and then the boy will goggles strolled by. He immediately sat with you and began staring at you, and he hadn’t said a word so far.

“So, what’s your name?” he finally spoke, and you looked around nervously.

“y/n.” you mumbled, and Peter nodded.

“What do you do?” he asked, and you shrugged.

“I don’t have a job, I’m still in school-” you started, but Peter laughed and shook his head.

“No, I mean what’s your…” Peter leaned forward, and you slowly leaned forward too. A mischievous grin flashed over his face as he whispered, “Ability?”

“Oh!” you exclaimed, blushing slightly. “Well, I…” 

You trailed off and decided to show him instead, and you slowly disappeared. Peter’s eyes widened, before a huge smile appeared on his face.

“That’s freakin’ awesome!” he yelled as you slowly materialised again, and you smiled bashfully. “Man, I want to know more about you. Uh… what’s your favorite color?”

“Blue.” you responded, feeling more comfortably.

“Favorite food?”

“I love all food.” you shrugged, and Peter laughed as he clapped his hands. “Is this an interview?”

“Maybe.” Peter wiggled his eyebrows, and you scoffed. “Who’s your favorite superhero?”

“Magneto!” you exclaimed, a little too enthusiastically. Peter raised his eyebrows, shaking his head.

“Your favorite superhero can’t be a villain.” Peter pointed out, and you frowned.

“I don’t think he’s a villain.” you argued, and Peter opened his mouth to argue back when Erik suddenly strolled into the room. You gasped loudly as Peter stiffly looked over his shoulder.

“I agree with y/n.” Erik smirked, before turning around. “Don’t worry, I’m just looking for Charles.” 

“God, I hate him.” Peter muttered under his breath as you stared at Erik in awe.

Brief Analysis On All Jun Ships

Half because there’s been a period of time where people were worried about Jun being an “outcast” of sorts in the group, and that the members dislike him, all his ships are one-sided, etc. Hopefully this post will lessen your worries if you still have them, I mean, that concern aroused quite a while ago and things have evidently become better.

Half because I simply have no life.

“Analysis” is under the cut.

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It's About Time

For the first time in his life he felt like he was worth something; not just some ‘vermin’ that should never have been made. Groot was a gentle giant with a heart of gold. When Rocket was feeling down or especially frustrated he would talk about all types of weaponry and smile when he saw Rocket’s ears perk up and that familiar smirk stretch across his face. Groot had grown extremely fond of his furry gun wielding companion and Rocket couldn’t bare to imagine life without the talking tree. Now you, you meant something else to him altogether. After being kidnapped from earth and sold to galactic scientists you were subject to experiments no one should ever have to endure. The experiments left you with superhuman abilities, most prominently the gift of healing. After being given the trial drug and experiencing some of the harshest forms of torture in order to test the drugs effectiveness, you were deemed a scientific success. The scientists fitted you with a bracelet stopping you from leaving the facility and to keep you in check with painful electric shocks if you were ever to revolt against your makers. You learnt that bit the hard way when you had tried to remove it. “That bracelet will withstand any attempts to remove it.” One of the scientist had told you calmly as he observed you convulse on the floor. “It would be wise to cease any further tampering with our equipment subject 7352E4.” Having the bracelet at least came with some perks. You were able to wander through some areas of the facility including the test subject quarter - even though it was restricted. Your heart had sank when you had seen all of the captive creatures in cages that resembled the one you used to be confined to. In the corner of the room your eyes had fell upon a small creature strapped to a metal operating table. As you got closer you had realised it was a Raccoon. It’s breathing was shallow and it had been tied to the table facing down, exposing it’s back to you. It was clear that the wounds were fresh. A large part of its fur had been shaven away to allow the scientists to inflict whatever they wanted onto it. The mangled flesh and masses of wires protruding from the animal horrified you and brought tears to your eyes. You didn’t want to imagine the pain it was currently in. The creatures eyes with filled with fear as you slowly approached. Hesitantly, you reached out and placed your hand over the Raccoon’s. There was a sharp growl and the small animal thrashed as hard as it could in a feeble attempt to avoid your touch. “I’m not one of them,” You had whispered as to not alert the scientists of your whereabouts. “Let me help you…” The thrashing subsided and the Raccoon laid down it’s head in defeat facing the wall away from you. “I was like you once.” As you placed your hand back over the Raccoon’s you could feel your powers flowing through your finger tips. “They cut me up, gave me drugs… turned me into nothing more than a war accessory to help warriors to keep on fighting.” The Raccoon’s breathing began to even out as your healing powers soothed it’s wounds. Slowly pieces of it’s skin meshed back together creating dark jagged scars. You looked up and saw the Raccoon’s eyes now fixed on your’s. The fear that had resided in them had turned to a look of thanks. When you has fully healed him you glanced down at the page of information hanging from the operating table. The Raccoon was a male and had been given the name 'Subject 89P13’. “I’m sorry they’ve done this to you 89P13, I wish I knew your real name, 89P13 is quite a mouthful.” “Rocket.” To your suprise he could speak. “The name’s Rocket.” After taking a moment to process this you spoke again. “Nice to meet you Rocket, I’m (f/n) and I’m going to do anything to get you and every other creature here out alive. I promise you that.” “That’s one hell of a promise. I hope you’re the kind of Humie that keep their word.” He sniggered at his own words despite his situation. And lucky for him you were. You had stuck with Rocket after the fall of the facility, secretly Rocket had hoped you would. You were also joined by Groot - another subject at the facility who didn’t seem to have anyone else to turn to. What started out as a strong friendship fast became something much deeper. Of course you had never admitted your true feelings for each other; both scared of the other’s reaction. You weren’t idiots. You both knew the complications that could come from a romantic relationship but it didn’t stop the pair of you from stealing quick glances at each other when you thought the other wasn’t looking. Groot noticed though. He noticed everything. Groot would often tease Rocket about the way he looked at you and although Rocket brushed it off as Groot imagination he couldn’t help feeling the blush that formed underneath his fur. When the three of you had joined the Guardians of the Galaxy the dynamics of your relationship changed. Rocket hid away in his room working on gadgets and avoiding others at all cost. Groot rarely saw him too and when he did it just seemed like Rocket was trying to push him away. Rocket was so used to it just being the three of you. Adding new people to the mix was unsettling; especially when these new people had more respect for dirt as opposed to him. He had heard it all before. Rat, Raccoon, vermin, pet, Trash Panda (Trash Panda was a new one granted) but they all hurt just as much as the first time he had heard them. He found it easier to stay out of sight. He thought that at least if people had a reason to hate him it would seem more justified when they called him names. So, he took to ripping apart the ship to build things, fighting with the other guardians and stealing from every planet he stepped foot on. After a few weeks of Rocket’s strange behaviour you had grown tired of it. You waited until everyone else was asleep before tiptoeing to Rocket’s room. You didn’t bother knocking. As soon as the door was open the smell of alcohol filled your nose. With a sigh you step into the room and close the door behind you. “What do you want?” Rocket slurred from the corner of the room. The darkness made it hard to see so you fumbled to find the light switch. After a few moments of looking you found it. Flicking it on the room lit up like the starts surrounding the ship. His room was a mess. Parts of guns and torn up ship were scattered across the floor creating an obstacles course of metal separating you from a slouched over Rocket. He was sat on the floor surrounded by a collection of empty alcohol bottles and tools. “I said, what do you want?!” Rocket snarled once again. “I want to know what your game is Rocket!” You snarled back trying to be as quiet as possible. “It’s like we came here and you completely cast aside me and Groot. You’re starting to become a bigger arsehole than Quill. What did we do, huh?” You asked. “Didn’t cast nothing aside and NEVER compare me to Quill - just leave me be.” He growled. “No, I won’t! Not until you tell me what your problem is!” Rocket grabbed the closest glass bottle and threw it at the wall beside your head. You didn’t even flinch. He then turned to face the wall the same way he did all those years ago in the facility. You made your way towards him and cleared a space to sit down. He kept his back to you refusing to look you in the eyes. You placed your hand on his shoulder and gently turn him around. That’s when you saw he had been crying. He lowered his gaze. “Shut up.” He slurred as you pulled him into a hug. “I’m not saying anything.” “Shut up.” He said again as he slowly eased into the hug and placed his face in the crook of your neck. The two of you stay like that for a while before Rocket pulled away to look at your face. “I can’t bare the thought of you seeing me for what I really am… I dont mean to be a freakin’ ass but you’ll realise what I am eventually and leave anyway.” He whispered. “And what exactly would that be?” You whispered back, still holding him close. 'A monster, vermin; you name it. They all hate me, see me as a pest. Well, I didn’t ask to get made.’ Another tear slipped down his cheek. “You know what I see when I look at you Rocket?” Rocket closed his eyes bracing himself for the hurtful words he was convinced were going to flow from your mouth. “I see a hero, a genius, an inventor…” He opened his eyes slowly in disbelief. “But everyone else - they cal-” “They are wrong. You are and always will be Rocket, you think I pay any attention to what those idiots think about you? No, because they don’t know you the way I do. From the day we first met you have been the closest thing to family I’ve had since I was abducted. I know what you are Rocket, you’re a good person and I’m sure as shit not going to let you pull away from the people that care about you.” Rocket’s little body shook as a fresh round of sobs overtook him. “(F/n)… I’m so sorry…” The two of you were so close to each other. You could smell the cheap booze on his lips. Rocket’s eyes looked down at your lips and then back to your eyes. Slowly he leant in closer and gently pressed his lips to your’s. He didn’t care about anything in that moment apart from you. He closed his eyes and enjoyed what he had been imagining doing for years. It had been a long time coming in your mind - you were just glad he had made the first move. You didn’t care if it was just the drink making him do this, it was what you had been waiting for since you had met him. “That was… good… really…wow…” Rocket scratched the back of his neck awkwardly when you broke the kiss. You laughed quietly and lowered your head. “Yeah, wow.” Rocket had asked you to stay that night. He had curled up on your chest and passed out not too long after the kiss you had shared. You only hoped he would remember everything that happened the next morning. He did, how could he forget? You both left Rocket’s room together the next morning. The other members of the crew were too busy fighting over the ship controls to notice anything - apart from one. “I am Groot?” Groot smiled looking at the pair of you. “Yeah yeah shut up. Keep smiling like that Buddy and you’re jaw will drop off.” Rocket blushed. “I am Groot.” “I know… It is about time…” Rocket looked up at you and smirked. You smile back and grab his hand. “It’s about time.” You laugh.

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Abs (a Tom Holland imagine)

Rated: G for friendship and compliments.

My first Tom imagine but not my first rodeo if you don’t like it don’t be shy.

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Abs! Ugh! The single hand glued to your abdomen to nothing to quell the ache in your torso. It had been ab day and you knew you’d pay for it with limited trunk mobility tomorrow but you weren’t about to give up all you gained to avoid a little discomfort. You closed your locker and turned away, making your ribs protest at the sudden movement causing you to bite your lip to keep from making noise. Maybe the pain wasn’t so little and a soak would do you good. You didn’t even argue with yourself as you quickly changed into your swim suit and headed towards the sauna and hot tub area. As you approached the hot tub you heard voices and laughing. Turning the corner you stopped dead as all the breath left your aching lungs. Tom Holland? Was that THE Tom Holland? He was talking to a blond you realized was Harrison only after you tore your attention away from Tom.
“Hi, there.” Tom said spotting you.
“Hi.” You choked out forcing your legs to move once again. It was Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfield, two of the hottest guys on the planet and here you were in your dorky Spider-Man swim suit. You climbed the steps on shaky legs, your breath coming a little too fast as you dipped a toe into the hot water. You slid in and the warmth instantly melted away your nerves.
“I like your suit. You a Spider-Man fan?” Tom asked.
“Yeah.” You said curtly before a mischievous thought crossed your mind and you decided to mess with Tom. “Yeah, I am. Big fan. Haven’t had time to see the new movie yet though.” You lied with a shrug when you had in fact seen it 11 times. “You look an awful lot like the dude in the trailers though. I bet it gets annoying when people think you’re him huh? I bet that guy doesn’t get much peace since he’s Hollywood’s latest heartthrob and all.” You close your eyes on Tom’s bewildered face and fight a smile. You hear Harrison and Tom converse under their breath as your lips quiver with the amount of restraint it takes to keep the smile at bay. You let your eyes shoot open and exclaim, “Wait a second! You’re him! You’re that dude from–from–” you snap your fingers, pretending to try and remember as you catch Harrison giving Tom an eyebrow as he realizes you finally recognize his best friend.
“Lip Sync Battle!” You blurt.
“Oh.” Tom said his eyebrows dipping momentarily in disappointment before his face broke into a smile. “Yeah, that was me.”
“You were fantastic, dude. Grade A stuff you got.”
“Thanks, it was a lot of fun.” He said with a nod.
You closed your eyes again and bit your lip, keeping the smile just under control. You opened your eyes just a tiny bit and caught Harrison patting Tom on the shoulder and saw Tom whispering something. Watching his lips you caught, “…cute, man. Doesn’t even know who I am. I’m freakin’ Spider-Man!” He looked so dejected you finally decided to let the cat out of the bag.
“Just kidding.” You grinned and opened your eyes.
Tom and Harrison both looked at you over the steamy, bubbly water.
“I know who you are, Tom.” Feeling brave you give a wink and Tom lights up as does Harrison. “You truly are an amazing Spider-Man.” You tell him honestly.
Tom’s face goes almost beet red as you compliment him and he can’t look you in the eye.
“Thank you. That means a lot.” He clears his throat and slicks his hair back making your heart do a funny flip flop thing.
“So what are you guys doing here? I didn’t think you lived anywhere near here.”
“We don’t but we had a twelve hour layover and decided to get a work out in and some sleep. We were heading to lunch after this.” Harrison explained as he turned to Tom.
Tom got the drift. “If you wanna come along?” He offered.
“Lunch with Spider-Man and his best friend?” You pretended to consider it, rubbing your chin comically before finally nodding “Yeah, I could make time for a duo like that.”
Tom’s, Harrison’s and your grin all matched.

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Omg look at Balthazar’s face here. His face when his second gun gets thrown away looks like he’s thinking “oh sh*t” I’m dead. And then the face he makes right before he gets sprayed looks as though he thinks he’s going to die! He looks like he’s having a freakin panic attack right before he dies. He looks so scared I just wanna hug him and tell him it’s okay 😭😭😭

Thanks Gru -_-

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Words: 4,951
Sam x Reader
Warnings: descriptions of disturbing imagery, scary situations, mentions of anxiety
A/N: The creepiness continues… (This is part of a series! Read Part 1 - The Wolf on Your Doorstep and Part 2 - The Person in the Pitch here.)

Your name: submit What is this?

”This is it?” Dean was peering at the house on the other side of the street from where the tires of the Impala had just come to rest against the opposite curb.

”Yeah,” Sam said, also looking at the neat little house. The lawn was mowed, even and green, and there were flowers blooming in the front gardens. However, the shades were all drawn across the windows. “Why?” Sam pressed his brother.

”It’s just so—“ Dean searched for the right word, “—normal.”

Sam gave his brother a confused and weird look. “What were you expecting?”

Dean shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Sam turned and completely faced his brother in the driver’s seat, incredulous. “You still think this girl is crazy, don’t you?” He gave Dean an annoyed look and scoffed, shaking his head. “You were expecting her house to be like–a dumpy, mobile home full of cats.”

Dean raised his eyebrows and shrugged. “Yeah. I guess so. I mean, come on, Sam. She saw a wolf? A wolf? Here?” He gestured at the surrounding neat little houses. “We’re in the middle of freakin’ Stepford Wives suburbia!”

”Why do you think I think it might be our kind of thing!” Sam shook his head. “You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, reaching for the door and climbing out. Dean followed, straightening his suit coat and tie. “I don’t understand, after all the shit we’ve seen, how you can be so skeptical about this. Especially after that other death. We were hardly here ten minutes before the police scanner started going off. They have to be connected.”

Dean sighed heavily. He held up a hand to stop Sam’s irritated ranting. “Alright! Jesus, Sam! Calm down. I’ll try not to be so skeptical.” They stopped at the bottom of the stoop in front of the door and looked up.

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pmcurtis  asked:

Accidentally read your diary AU with steve and ponyboy??? :oo

authors note: So Roni specifically wanted just Steve and Ponyboy so sorry it’s just the two boyssss
warnings: language/if ur a homophobic prick then slight gay shit
thanks for requesting
hope ya enjoy ! 💘

Accidentally read your diary AU: with Steve and Ponyboy
Title: This Freakin Kid Man.

3rd person:

It was a Friday afternoon and Steve and Sodapop had finished their shift at the DX. Sodapop plopped onto his bed and passed out. Leaving Steve to ponder what in the fuck he was supposed to do.🤔🤔

Steve’s POV:

Well fuck, Sodapop had dived into bed and passed out before he even fully hit the mattress. I was sitting in Pony’s desk chair lookin at the mess on his table. I spotted a book bounded in leather with a built in bookmark. Might as well see what the kids prolly gonna go on about this week, there was no cover or description. I opened the book to see its contents and I was met with some cursive writing. It was a diary entry, this fucking kid man I swear. Normally speaking I wouldn’t have read it. You know, that’s a lie I was gonna end up readin it anyway. The most recent entry had read something about him questioning his sexualit- hol up… is he… gay??? Oh.
I thought I heard a noise,
Quickly shutting the book I looked around and over my shoulder. Making sure Soda was asleep, I opened the book again. Readin the cursive writing sprawled on the page-
“- I don’t think Darry would be too happy with what’s goin on in my head. I mean I told him and Sodapop I wasn’t interested in girls. They said "you’re too young, you’ll grow into it” but what they didn’t stick around to listen to me say was that I didn’t like girls but I liked this boy in my class. Of course, I’m not an idiot, so I kept my mouth shut. I knew if word got around I’d not only be targeted by socs but nearly everyone else around ‘ere. right about now I’m questioning if I should just suck it up and marry some random grease girl who wears too much makeup and too little clothes. I mean I probably would tell Darry what I’m thinking and even if he DID accept me I know there’s not a snowballs chance in hell he’d allow me to like a kid like Curly Shepard.“
… well then that’s a surprise.

Ponyboy’s POV:

I crept up to my room when I heard slight snoring, didn’t want to wake up Sodapop. I had a nightmare last night and he stayed up with me pretty late.
When I walked in I saw Steve with his head in some book. I was surprised enough to see him readin something for once in his god damn life but I didn’t not expect him to be reading my diary. I jumped across the room trying to snatch the book from his hands. We wrested for a moment before Soda mumbled in his sleep obviously disturbed from our throw down. We looked at eachother, nodded and walked out of the room, shutting the door. Once we reached the living room I turned and tackled him "why were you reading my diary!” I roared. “I don’t know! What do you see in Curly freakin Shepard??” He demanded. I paused, I went numb and my heart dropped. He knew.

Steve POV:
- the freakin kid bursts into tears and yelps “please don’t tell darry or Soda, please” my jaw dropped. I narrowed my eyes and pulled the dumb kid up. “Why would I tell Darry?” He looked up with tears running down his face, “Because you think I’m gross…” he whimpered. I dropped my eyes, of course I didn’t think the kid was gross, I mean I didn’t understand but he was apart of the gang. So I had to try. “Listen kid-” I muttered pinching the bridge of my nose, “I ain’t gon tell Darry so quit your weepin.” He looked up once again, hopeful, “really steve!?” I sighed “yeah, but you do. and soon.” he sniffled rubbing his eyes, “yeah yeah. ok deal.” I sighed sitting down on the couch in silence I looked at him. “so curly huh?” I smirked, his eyes snapped open and he punched me in the chest.
this freakin kid man.

Ok so that’s it, I mean I didn’t really know how to do a full on Steve x Ponyboy so I decided I’d write this with a message in mind;
do NOT. EVER. out someone to their family or other friends. that’s not your place to do and sometimes you don’t know if they’re truly safe, in this instance yeah ponyboy would’ve been safe and Steve knows it bc he’s practically family. But still he chose not to because it isn’t his place and it’s something that should be done by that person themselves. I chose to come out to my parents and I still wasn’t sure if they’d accept and luckily they did. There’s people out there that would not. You can not out someone and it is truly something that they need to do themselves unless they want help. Doesn’t matter if it takes years or 15 minutes to build up the courage/nerve to do so, it’s their choice and their own life so don’t out someone bc it isn’t cute or funny or nice.
love ya guys ok?

Come Back Down, Part 10

Characters: Jensen x Reader, OMC-Mike

Warnings: Just some cussing and fluff and a tiny bit of angst.

Tagging: @dancingalone21, @jotink78, @perpetualabsurdity, @maileann, @daydreamingintheimpala, @gecko9596, @gemini75eeyore, @winchesterprincessbride, @sandlee44, @exploratiionist, @arryn-nyx, @littledarlinhavefaithinme, @tiffanycaruso, @boredoutofmymindstuff, @feelmyroarrrr, @raeganr99, @ruprecht0420, @jensenimagines

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Hurricane Hoodie

Quick Info - DeanxReader get stuck in a tropical storm and pull over to wait it out. Of course, they get bored…
Pairing- DeanxReader
Warnings – Language, fingering, oral sex (giving, receiving), sex, sex, and more sex.

This story contains smut. It is NOT part of the Skinny Dippin’ series. Just something written by someone bored during a hurricane

I’m bored. There’s a tropical storm. Smut seemed like a good idea….

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Laws of Motion & Attraction (V, You) Part 8

thank you for the wonderful fan edit sweetaev :)

“Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.” - Albert Einstein

Part 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07



Life is a chemical reaction caused by the collision of two distinct or polar entities. Taehyung always thought this was the case whenever he crossed paths with Jungkook.

They stared as if they were seeing each other for the very first time; Taehyung’s eyes slightly widening behind his glasses while Jungkook steadily staring at him. After a moment, Taehyung was able to recover from the initial shock and he easily switched his expression to that of a bored and nonchalant look.

“What are you wearing? You look ridiculous.” Taehyung said as he returned his attention to his bag.

Jungkook rolled his eyes at the insult. “Is it so hard to get a hello these days?” He sighed and Taehyung tried to ignore the boy walking deeper into the lecture hall…straight towards him.

“Ouch, though.” Jungkook added as he leant back on one of the front row’s desks, feigning a hurt expression. He removed the buttons on his cuffs before rolling up his sleeves. “I thought I looked pretty dashing in a dress shirt.”

“You thought wrong.” Taehyung murmured but Jungkook heard it loud and clear, which he sighed deeply at.

“Taehyung, I didn’t come here to fight with you.”

“Good.” Taehyung said as he removed his glasses and placed it on his case. “Because I don’t have time for that or for whatever this is right now.”

Taehyung moved towards the door but Jungkook was fast to react and moved in front of him, blocking his way. “Taehyung, please.”

Taehyung wavered at the sincerity of his gaze but was smart enough not to fall for it. He knew that look and he was used to it having its way with people. “What exactly did you come here for?”

“For you.” Jungkook said simply as if the answer was obvious enough. “I came for you.”

“Why?” Taehyung sounded almost hostile.

“I–I want to talk to you.”

“We have nothing to talk about.” He spat and then regretted it; wishing he didn’t sound so defensive.

“Yes.” Jungkook pressed, stepping forward which made Taehyung stumble back slightly. “We do.”

Taehyung huffed and turned from him, returning to his desk. He remained silent, back facing him; thinking–hoping–that if he ignored him he’d go away.

After a few calls and efforts to make him turn to face him, Jungkook grunted in frustration. “You can’t run away from this… from me forever, Taehyung.” He said a matter of fact.

“Who said I was running?” Taehyung chuckled bitterly. “I’m just trying to have as much less contact with you as possible.”

“That’s the same thing!” Jungkook argued. "Taehyung–“

No. It’s not.“ He spat and Jungkook recoiled, surprised by the vile in his tone. “I’m not running away because firstly, I never did anything wrong. Secondly, I don’t think there’s anything to talk about when you already made it pretty clear two years ago that we…” Taehyung stopped, his voice cracking and Jungkook looked at him steadily. But a flash of guilt crossed his doe-shaped eyes.

“What’s done is done.” Taehyung said instead. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some grading to do.”

Jungkook huffed as he walked passed him, running a hand over his face in frustration. “Why can’t you see?” Jungkook burst out, his voice resounding through the hall and making Taehyung stop. “Why can’t you see that I’m trying here?!”

Taehyung remained still but was hyper aware of the presence behind him. The heat rolled off Jungkook’s body and was almost like a furnace burning on his back.

“I’m sorry, Taehyung.” Jungkook said, biting back his pride. “I get it, okay? I was wrong. It was an accident–”

Taehyung scoffed at the word, a visible tension wafting through the air around him. “Accident.” He spat. “That’s the oldest excuse in the book, Jeon Jungkook. I think you can do better than that.”

“I was upset with you.” Jungkook defended, his voice rising. “I was mad…I was–” he huffed, eyebrows furrowing. “You left me so you can study abroad–”

“So you didn’t trust me?” Taehyung roared, as he whirled at him. “Admit it, you didn’t trust me!”

“I did!” Jungkook yelled back. “God Taehyung, I trust you–”

“Then you wouldn’t have thought that way!” He shouted. “I wasn’t going to run off and leave, Jungkook. I was going to come back for you. For us.” He pointed out, eyes fiery and determined.

Jungkook stared at him with lips shaking and he wanted to say something but his voice betrayed him. “I–”

“I came back, didn’t I?” Taehyung said, the pain visible in his tone and Jungkook could only gulp. “I came back, but what did you do?”

Jungkook looked away, and Taehyung saw his jaw clenching. “Tae–”

“I’ll tell you what you did.” Taehyung told viciously, his face reddening from anger. “You couldn’t control you freakin’ thirst and got a girl knocked up!” He snickered. “Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised if she wan’t the only one. Or was it only a ‘she’?”

“What happened between me and Liz was an accident.” Jungkook protested and Taehyung turned in irritation, having heard his alibi countless times. “I didn’t mean for that to happen. We were drunk. I was lonely–I–”

“But you still did it.” Taehyung said, but there was no sadness in his tone; jsut pure resentment . “You still slept with her while you were with me.”

Jungkook ruffled his hair in exasperation before stepping towards him. “I said I was sorry, didn’t I?” He said, his desperation tangible. “I’m sorry, Taehyung. Why is it so hard for you to believe that?! Can’t you just forgive and let’s just forget–”

Taehyung whirled and gripped Jungkook’s shirt, pushing him back forcefully till he hit solid concrete. Jungkook’s eyes widened in surprise as Taehyung pinned him to the wall with his forearm, his eyes ablaze with anger.

“Forgive and forget?” Taehyung chuckled bitterly, his stare menacing. “You think it’s that easy, huh? I bet you do that all the time. After all, who was the campus player?”

“Taehyung–” Jungkook warned, his chest heaving as Taehyung stared him down. But the older just pushed him harder, wanting to let out the anger he’d been bottling up for far too long.

“I can’t just forget.” Taehyung voice shook as he felt a sting behind his eyelids. “You don’t just take someone’s everything and expect them to be okay with it. You don’t just take those firsts and walk away, Jungkook!”

“Tae–”

I loved you.” Taehyung continued, his voice deep and gruff as pain surged through his system. “I gave you everything. And who was as it who told me to be careful whom to trust? Well guess what Jungkook? I trusted you! And how dare you turn those words against me.”

“Taehyung–” Jungkook pleaded desperately as he gripped his arm on his chest. “I’m sorry.”

Screw you. You have no idea, how much I wanted to punch you…” He growled as he pressed his forearm harder into Jungkook’s chest, causing the younger one to gasp slightly at the force. “To beat you up so you can feel the pain you caused me when you cheated on me. When you left me–”

“You think the pain was one-sided?” Jungkook interrupted and Taehyung’s eyes blew wide at his statement, his grip loosening. 

“You think I didn’t hurt too, Taehyung? I regretted it, okay?! I was wrong. I shouldn’t have done it. Especially not to you–”

“You lie.” Taehyung said grimly but Jungkook levelled his stare, unyielding.

“No,” Jungkook countered and Taehyung was unconscious of the fact that he had leant in so close that their noses were almost touching. So close that he could smell his familiar scent, overwhelming his senses.

“You deny.” He said simply and before Taehyung could react, Jungkook gripped the front of his shirt and kissed him.


~~~


7 years ago

Soft.

That was the first thing that came to Taehyung’s mind the moment Jungkook’s lips touched his.

It was so undeniably soft and warm like nothing he had ever felt before… Not that he had anything to compare it with. Jungkook, after all, was Taehyung’s first kiss.

“Is that okay?” Jungkook asked as he broke the kiss. Taehyung, still dazed from the light brush of their lips just nodded, tasting try sweetness of marshmallows which Jungkook had been snacking on just a while ago. 

Who knew their usual Friday study session turned into something more…

Jungkook gave him a small smile before placing his lips on his once again and this time, Taehyung moved his lips in sync with his, thinking how he had waited so long for this moment to come. He knew he hated the guy from the beginning, but as time passed and Jungkook became more of a buddy than a bully… Taehyung started seeing him in a different light. Suddenly, his obnoxious way of complaining about exams became quite endearing, his weird  ways of bothering him in his readings became bearable–enjoyable even, and  his voice…his voice became the soundtrack of his day; he would always look forward to the time he would come in to see him, his name painted on his lips. 

He started feeling differently towards him which scared the sh*t out of him at first but later on became more of an acceptable notion.

So he fell? Isn’t love supposed to hurt anyways?

Despite his inexperience, Taehyung was a fast learner and soon he was the one making Jungkook breathless.

“I thought–” Jungkook gasped, his hand gripping the front of Taehyung’s shirt as his lips traveled to his jaw. “You said…” Taehyung kissed him again, smirking at how the younger is coming undone right in front of him. “You’ve never kissed anyone before?!”

“Am I good?” Taehyung asked teasingly, staring at him with bright eyes that it almost made Jungkook laugh at how young and innocent it looked.

“Good.” Jungkook grinned. “For a rookie.” He added before practically pushing him against the wall, returning to where they had left off; showing him who exactly is the better kisser. 


~~~


The kiss came as a surprise and Taehyung yelped at the feeling of his lips on his. He tried to push him away but Jungkook was persistent; pressing closer as he gripped his shirt tighter, determined to make him give in.

And he did.

Taehyung would be lying if he said he hadn’t dreamt of this moment in the past two years. All those nights spent at bars, drinking his head off just to forget the thought of him… the thought of Jungkook and the relationship that apparently burned down to ashes.

Taehyung kissed him back, shakily at first, his hands firm on the wall on either side of Jungkook’s head. He was afraid to touch him; afraid that if he did, he’d just might loose it right there.

Jungkook made a deep sound at the back of his throat, his heart swelling at how he had reciprocated.

But as Jungkook snaked his hand to grasp his neck, Taehyung tensed.

“Is that okay?” Jungkook whispered against his lips and Taehyung felt a sense of déjà vu as well as bugging feeling at the back of his head.

“I–” he stuttered before Jungkook smiled and captured his lips again, kissing him passionately. Taehyung was hyper aware of his hands on his body, his warm lips against his. And it felt good…so good.

“I want you back.” Jungkook whispered in between kisses. “I still love you, Taehyung.”

At his words, it’s like everything went to a screeching halt and Taehyung found himself opening his eyes; the flame dying down as fast as it had resurfaced. As Jungkook captured his lips again, Taehyung couldn’t reciprocate for everything suddenly felt… off.  

Jungkook felt his stillness, sensing how he wasn’t kissing him back any longer. He parted from him with a confused look; his chest heaving and his lips slightly swollen. Taehyung couldn’t look at him as he gently removed his hands from his shirt, which was now rumpled from his grip.

“Taehyung…” Jungkook started but Taehyung only looked down, eyebrows furrowing in thought.

“I’m sorry…” Jungkook muttered as he sensed his discomfort, reaching out for him. “I didn’t mean to–”

Taehyung stepped back, looking almost bewildered and–lost. Jungkook stared into his eyes and saw the internal struggle from within him.

“I have to go.” Taehyung mumbled before Jungkook could say anything.

“Tae–” Jungkook caught his hands but Taehyung let it slip out just as soon as they touched.

“Please.” Taehyung pleaded before practically bolting out the lecture hall.

Jungkook cursed the moment he was out the door, fisting his hair in his hands and feeling like the worst person in the world. He leant on the wall and slid down, leaning his head on his knees; feeling like the world just crashed beneath his feet.

For the look he saw in Taehyung’s eyes showed just how much he had messed up…

And just how too late he was to fix it.




~~~

Taehyung bolted out the door and almost barelled into someone. He muttered an apology and heard his name but he ignored it and continued to walk away.

I need a drink, he thought as he gasped for air. I need to get away.

He walked briskly to the parking lot, ignoring the stares he was getting as he stumbled through the asphalt.

He hopped into the driver’s seat, throwing his bag to the backseat hastily. He started the engine and gripped the steering wheel, catching sigh of himself through the rearview mirror. 

He gulped at his reflection, seeing his wild eyes, slightly disheveled hair, his rumpled short, and swollen lips. 

“I want you back.” Jungkook said. “I still love you, Taehyung.”

He closed his eyes and huffed, his hands tightening on the steering wheel, before switching the consoles and stepping on the gas like his life depended on it.

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That was the shortest yet heaviest chapter to write. haha 

Did that answer your questions? What do you think will happen next? :))

-KayeAllen12

Fic: Case #10043 (or The one with Miss Cries-a-lot) (iZombie; Ravi/Liv)

Fandom: iZombie

Rating: PG

Pairing: Liv Moore/Ravi Chakrabarti

Summary: He sighs, stepping into the room, grabbing hold of his lab coat as he does, “I see brain of the week is a real Debbie Downer, haven’t had one of those yet.” “Yeah,” she says, “She’s a real barrel of laughs.”

Author’s Note: The lack of iZombie and Ravioli fic was making me sad, so I’ve resorted to writing my own. I’m not sure anyone is actually going to read this. But anyway, I’m still getting a feel for the characters so apologies if it’s awful.

 

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Case #10043, MW

Cause of Death: Massive internal haemorrhage

 


 

Twenty-two year old Marcia Williams breathes her last under the screech of rubber tyres going seventy miles per hour.

She doesn’t see it coming.

And the driver doesn’t stop.

She dies bleeding out in the middle of the road, panicked strangers swarming around her, uselessly flapping about and screaming incoherent orders.

Her eyes slip close and never open again.

Marcia Williams dies completely alone.

And all Liv is left with is nothing but random memories triggered by the most unexpected of things and a personality trait that marinates in her insecurities and loves to ruminate on her failures. Her complete inability to help Clive solve this particular case takes front and centre stage.

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There’s No Place Like Home! 

Request - May I ask Dean x reader when they got on the French mistake and Dean got jealous when he see how many male fans she got, so he take her and says that only he can look at her like that. And then he kisses her in front of them. All worlds love to you ;)

Warnings - Smut! Swearing! 

Hope you like it Anon

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“Where’s Bobby?” Sam asked looking around the room as he walked in from…well from wherever he had been. You were lost in your book and weren’t really paying much attention.

“Supply run” you say glancing up from your book.

“In this?” He says signalling to the window

He was right, the weather was terrible. Rain pouring so hard and fast, you a storm was flashing in the distance, you wouldn’t even be able to see your hand in front of your face out there. But that didn’t stop Bobby. 

“Yeah, man’s a hero. We were officially out of hunter’s helper” Dean pipes up gesturing to his empty liquor bottle. You roll your eyes at him before looking back down at your book. You swear that man lives on pie, sex and booze. 

You weren’t jealous…at least that’s what you’d keep telling yourself. The best thing about being at Bobby’s meant Dean sure as hell wasn’t bring a girl back here. You lost count of how many times you’d been kicked from your nice quiet single room, to go and share with Sam. All so Dean could screw whatever bimbo he’d brought back.

A flutter of feathers brought you out of your thoughts when suddenly Balthazar had popped up in front you. 

“Hello, boys…..and girl” he adds smiling at you “you’ve seen “the Godfather,” right?“ You frown, wondering what the hell he was going on about.

“Balthazar…” you say wondering why he looked so frantic, as you see his eyes darting around. 

“You know, the end, where Michael Corleone sends his men to kill his enemies in one big, bloody swoop?” His accent more pronounced as he searches and finds a container of salt and pours it into a bowl on Bobby’s desk

“Hey!” Dean shouts, but is ignored

“You know, Moe Greene gets it in the eye, and Don Cuneo gets it in the revolving door?” He looks as though he’s speaking directly to you like he usually did, which was annoying the oldest Winchester.

“I said "hey.”“ Dean tries again, causing the angel to sigh, turning to him. 

"You did. Twice. Good for you!” He says patting Dean shoulders patronisingly, before he begins rifling through Bobby’s fridge 

“Blood of lamb?…Blood of lamb..?…Beer, cold pizza. Blood of lamb. Yes! Blood of lamb!” He exclaimed rushing back to the desk, tipping it in the bowl

“Why are you talking about "the Godfather”?“ Sam finally spoke

"Because we’re in it – right now, tonight. And in the role of Michael Corleone – The archangel Raphael.” Balthazar answered cryptically

“You mind telling us what you mean?” Dean demands getting even more frustrated by the second

Balthazar once gain ignored him as he began looking through and emptying Bobby’s desk draw,

“No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no.” He lets out a sigh of relief “Yes! Bone of a lesser saint. This vertebra will do very nicely. Your Mr. Singer does keep a beautiful pantry." 

"Wait, Raphael is after you?” You ask as he grinds the bone into the bowl

“Raphael is after us all. You see, he’s consolidated his strength. And now he’s on the move." 

"And where’s Cas?” Sam asked 

“Oh, Cassie? He is deep, deep underground. So, good old Raffy put out a hit list on every last Samaritan who helped our dear Cas, Including all of you. And so much more importantly, me. See, he wants to draw Cas out in the open.” He explains to you, once again ignoring the brothers.  You think he does it to annoy the.

“And you expect us to just believe you?” Sam raised an eyebrow at the angel

“Oh, don’t. You’ll go where I throw you either way.” He said mixing things in the bowl, before drawing a sigil on the window

“What?”, “What’s that supposed to mean?” You and Dean as at the same time

A flash of lightening fills the room

“That’s all the time we have, gentlemen and lovely lady.” Balthazar opens his jacket revealing a bloodstain on his side 

“Where is it?” He says to himself rifling through his jacket. 

“Balthazar!  What happened?”  You rush forward,

“Oh. Garish, I know. You see, uncle Raffy sent one of his nastiest to handle me. I’m flattered, actually. And down a lung at the moment, but that’s all right.” He reaches his hand towards Sam handing him Keys 

“What am I supposed to do with this?” He asked looking at the keys

“Run with it.” He replies as he’s thrown across the room as a other figure appears. 

“Virgil….” he says looking up at the figure, before turning back to the three of you adding 

“I said, run!” As hr pushes you all through the window he marked.

You all crash through the window, landing an a padded mat.

“Cut!” You hear someone shout behind you. 

“Real good solid fall. Way to go.” Some guy said patting Dean on the ass

“Guys! Outstanding! That was just great.” You hear an old guy sitting in a chair say as they all begin to talk amongst themselves

You look around confused,  where the hell had Balthazar sent you?

“So…No angels?” Sam asks completely on guard ready to attack

“No angels, I think.” Dean answers looking as unhappy as you.

“Should we be killing anybody?” He asks looking at you

“I don’t think so” you whisper back looking around you. All you see are people in headphones, what look like cameras and lights

“Running?” He tries again

“Where?” Dean replies, you shrug still trying to workout what was going on.

Sam picked up a piece of glass, it wobbles back and forth in his hand,  clearly made of some kind of gel. 

“What the fuck is going on?!” You whisper harshly

Before Sam and Dean can respond you’re interrupted by someone shouting again

“Ok guys that’s a wrap!” People applaud around you. Before people start pulling the three of your apart. 

You’re pulled into a chair in front of a mirror. 

“Be right back Y/a/n (your actress name)” she says before walking off

“Y/a/n?” You look around seeing a magazine with a photo of you, Sam and Dean on the front, with the title ‘Supernatural’. You flick through the magazine, reading quickly as you go. 

So they think you’re an actress….This Y/a/n….Sam is this Jared and Dean is Jensen.  Ok j and j that’s pretty easy to remember. Flicking another page you see a photo of Cas, well no not Cas - Misha Collins.

“Really, Misha?” You say to yourself. 

You see Sam and Dean behind you in the mirror. You jump from your chair and jog towards them.

“Dude, they put freakin’ makeup on us! Those bastards!” Dean growls angrily,  you roll your eyes as you approach them.

“Yes, that the problem here” you snicker as you reach them. Dean gives you the bitch face

“Look, I think I know what this is.” Sam interrupts

“Ok, What?” Dean demand

“It’s a tv show. I mean, here, wherever "here” is, this twilight zone Balthazar zapped us into. For whatever reason, our life is a tv show.“ Sam explains to his brother

"He’s right” you agree “I saw it in a magazine over there”

“Why? Why would anybody want to watch our lives?” You shrug, you had no clue. It wasn’t like your lives were entertaining. 

“Well, I mean, according to that interviewer, not very many people do. Look, I’m not saying it makes sense. I’m just saying, we landed in some dimension where you’re Jensen Ackles, she’s Y/a/n (actress full name) and I’m something called a Jared Padalecki.”

“So what, now you’re polish? Is any of this making any sense to you?” Dean asks you to which you shake your head

You all head outside Dean sees the impala and drifts towards it. You hear your fake name being yelled from the distance.  Leaving Dean and Sam to look at the car,  you walk towards the sound.  You see a group of guys and  a few girls, screaming for you. 

You stand frozen in shock. 

“What the hell?“ You mumble looking at the crowed

"Not signing today Y/a/n?” A random member of the…crew? Asks as he walks past

Singing?  So you normally sign autographs huh?

*I have no idea what this persons signature is like!* 

You walk over to the yelling crowd, you hold your wrist as if it was injured

“Hey guys” you say as cheerily as you can,

“Umm I won’t be able to sign today…I fell hard on my wrist filming….a…stunt. so sorry” you apologise to a wave of “awws" 

You hear Sam and Dean behind you. You turn and see them talking to the fake Cas. You catch up with them. To see Dean narrowing his eyes at you. 

"What?” You ask looking at him frowning.

“Who are they?” He nodded toward the guys still at the gates. 

“Apparently fans, my fans…They have "I love Y/a/n t-shirts and stuff on. It’s a little creepy” you say looking over at them, the shout your fake name as you do.

“They keep….looking at you” he growls, glaring towards the gate. He grabs your hand leading you away for the gawking men. Not letting your hand go until you reach Sam.  Who raises his eye brow at you both.

Dean’s face tells him to let it go.

You all walk around for a while looking around for any signs of anything that can help. 

“Hey. "J. Ackles.”“ Sam pointed out spotting the name on a trailer, the very large trailer. 

"That’s fake me! This must be fake mine.” Dean stated obvious as he ran to the door, you and Sam roll your eye as you follow him

“Dude, I have a helicopter!” Dean said picking up the remote control. You take the remote away making him pout. 

“All right, here we go. Let’s see who this guy is.” Sam opened the laptop he found on the table, typing away as you and Dean look around.

“Come on. Look at these male-modelin’ sons of bitches. Nice "blue steel” Sam.“ You smirk as he held up the magazine, glad that you weren’t on that particular cover.

Sam ignores his brother as he continues searching

"All right, Um…It says you’re from Texas. And, uh…Oh. It says you were on a soap opera.” You snort at the latter part 

“This we gotta see!” You say to Sam who start looking for a clip

“What?!” Dean jumps towards to laptop, you right on his heals to see as Sam plays the clip after a few seconds Dean slams the laptop shut. You bite your lip to hold in the laughter. 

“Don’t like this universe, Sammy. We need to get out of this universe.” He chants as he paced the floor. 

“Yeah. No argument here. But I don’t think our prayers are reaching Cas. Or the real Cas." 

"Well they sure as hell aren’t reaching ‘Misha’ ” you add dropping down into a chair

“Well, I agree. I think we are definitely out of, uh, soul-phone range. But…” Dean stops, you can almost see the clocks turning in his head.

“What?” Sam urges him to continue

“If we can reverse Balthazar’s spell… I watched every move.” Dean sketches out the sigil in a nearby note pad

“We just, uh, get the ingredients, right, get back to that same window, and…" 

"There’s no place like home.” You finish. You all nod in agreement and leave the trailer. 

You rush back to the area you were Balthazar threw into this dimension. Sam began searching for the items the angel used back in the real world. 

“Backbone of a lesser saint. Got it!” Sam pokes at the bone and realizes it’s fake.  

“It’s rubber!” He throws it down in frustration. You watch it bounce off the table. 

“Check this out” Dean held up a prop dagger and bends the blade back and forwards. 

“It’s fake. It’s all fake!” You say taking the fake dagger from Dean and throwing it across the room. 

“What now?” You ask the brothers, standing with your hands on your hips. 

The crew member from earlier approached you.

“Hey Y/a/n, make sure you get Clif to take you home tonight. Your fans still haven’t left” you cock an eyebrow.  You feel Dean tense beside you.

After attempting to leave in the impala and almost giving a poor young guy a heart attack for trying to take the prop. You eventually find Clif after asking a few different people. You find Clif leaning against a car waiting for you all.

“Your fan boys stuck around late tonight Y/a/n, you get anymore marriage proposals?” The man next to you laughs,  you laugh along with him but feel incredibly disturbed as you glance back at the boys.

You see Dean clench his jaw as he looked at you.  He seemed more upset by it than you did. 

You hear the boys hushed tones in the back, but are unable to make out what they are saying. 

You tell Clif to drop you all at ‘Jared’s’ so you could all 'run lines’, he looks oddly at you

“well at least you’re all talking” he mutters to himself as he turns off and heads for fake Sam’s house.

“Dude you live here?” You ask gawking up at the mansion before you as the car drives away,  this was literally a mansion. Sam pushes open the door and your jaw drops. 

“Y/n’s right. Nice modest digs, Jay-z…” you walk around the room as Dean teases Sam about a tanning bed. Then Dean spots a liquor cabinet 

“Oh, now we’re talking. He said walking towards it when a sight out of the French doors caught his eye. 

"Dude, you have a camel in your backyard.” You frown walking over to see.

“It’s an alpaca, dumbass.” You hear from behind you,  that voice still drives you crazy. You had to stop yourself rushing forward to hurt her,  remembering she isn’t actually Ruby.

“Ruby?” Dean asked, not believing his eyes. 

“"Ruby.” right. That one never gets old.“ She turns to Sam

"How was work today, hon?” Reaching up to kiss him.

After the shock of the situation wares off, and spotting a photo of 'Jared’ and fake Ruby on the mantle. Things made a little more sense. 

You don’t get much of what she’s saying as you have your hands clenched at your side to keep from attacking her. She smiles at you as she waves goodbye and  you throw a sickly sweet smile back.

After fake Ruby left for her…dinner party was it? The boys started scouring the Internet for the items need to get home.  You picked up a IPad you found and started searching. You typed in your fake name and looked through the imagines. 

Your jaw hit the floor,  fake you had modelled for playboy…no wonder those guys hang around set. The pictures ranged from underwear shots to some that left nothing to the imagination.  You closed the window,  throwing down the iPad and stood up.

You found a bathroom and freshened up a little. The  looked around generally being nosy. You heard the from door open and fake Ruby walk in and saw Sam meet her.  They spoke for a minute before she takes him up the stairs. You shook your head at the youngest brother, laughing to yourself. 

After watching Sam was dragged upstairs by his 'wife’ You giggled to yourself as you walked back to where Dean had jumped on the sofa. 

“I think your brother’s gonna get laid” You chuckle as you walk over to him

“That’s my boy!” He replied smiling making you roll your eyes at him. 

“So, you have a lot of attention here…” he didn’t continue but you knew it was implied for you to tell him how you felt,

“Yeah and while you and Sammy were on a spending spree, I found out why….” Dean frowns at you sitting up slightly as you sit on the solid wood coffee table in from of him

“Fake me, models….underwear and stuff, but she’s also appeared in playboy…apparently and from what I can gather the photos are pretty graphic.” You see Dean’s eyes look over at the laptop, his tongue darting out over his lips. 

“Don’t even think about it….” you warn, knowing what he was thinking. You sure as hell didn’t want him seeing those photos

“So that probably why those guys are always there, I didn’t like it” you say looking up at him

“I didn’t like it either” he says honestly, you narrowed your eyes at him,  waiting for some sort of punch line, but you don’t get one. 

“Seeing them looking at you like that,  like they wanted you….” he clenched his jaw, then mumbled “only I’m allowed to look at you like that”

His eyes drop to your lips, as your breath hitches at his statement. 

“Dean Winchester, are you jealous?” You tease , lightly

He grabs you from the table pulling you to him on the sofa, so you’re straddling him. Your hands land on his chest, feeling his heartbeat thumping against your hand. 

 "Damn straight” he growls before bringing your lips to his. It was a rough hard kiss, the kind that makes you glad you’re sitting down as your legs would probably give out.

He pulls your hips down hard against his making you gasp at the friction, he takes advantage pushing his tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss.

He shoves his hands up the back of your shirt, his rough calloused hands on your smooth skin driving your wild.  

You both pull apart, your foreheads resting together, panting heavily.  You feel his hand drop to your rear, squeezing lightly,  before pulling on your hips again grinding you against his hardness again. You both moan deeply. 

“Dean, wait….” you whisper “we can’t…" 

He frowns at you “you don’t feel the same, it’s fine” he goes to push you away, but you clamp your arms around his neck and kiss him into silence. 

“Dean shut up”  you chuckle “I meant we can’t do this here, we’re in fake Sam’s house, on a soft….” did he honestly think you didn’t feel the same way?

His face lit up, before a wicked smile took it’s place. He reached up and dropped his lips to your neck. Nibbling the tender flesh. 

“Dean….” you try to reason again, but the protests died on your lips replaced by “Oh fuck”

He smiles into your neck. 

“Dean, Sam could come down at any second….” he nips your neck

“Then I guess we should hurry up”

He flips you on your back so you’re lying on the sofa kissing you deeply. He runs his hand up your side, under your top, lightly squeezing your breast making you moan into his mouth. He grinds his hips into yours. 

“Dean please” you beg clawing at his back. He sits back   after placing one final kiss on your lips, he pops the button on your jeans before pulling them off a long with your panties.

He lowers his head to between your legs, he runs his tongue up your slit. You let out a loud moan which causes Dean to stop and pull back. You whimper at the loss of his lips against your dripping centre. 

“If you don’t be quiet, I’ll stop” you pout down at him, making him smirk 

“When we get home you can make all the noise you want baby, but we don’t want Sammy rushing in here” he leans back down and licks lightly over your clit

“So hush” he winks before diving back in. Thrusting his tongue deep inside you, tasting you. You bite on your fist to try and keep quiet.

He moved back up sucking your clit between his lips, moaning low in the back of his throat sending a deep vibration flying through you, causing your back to arch off the sofa. 

Dean slipped a finger into you, making the 'cone hither’ motion, teasing the tiny bundle of nerves.  You slam your hand firmly over your mouth, thrusting the other into Dean’s hair pulling on it as you fly over the edge. Your whole body shaking in ecstasy. 

You hand still in his hair you pull upward, making him climb up your body. You crash his lips to yours. You groan as you taste yourself on his tongue. 

He pulls back once more,  pulling off his own jeans, along with his shirt. You whimper when you see his hard length, wanting nothing more than to take him into your mouth but Dean stops you,  remaining you where you were. 

“Trust me, we’ll have plenty of chance when we get back” You raise your eyebrow at him

“Planning on repeating tonight are you?” You tease again, making his eyes darken. 

“Let’s get one thing clear Miss Y/l/n, you are mine now.” He growls as he pulls you onto his lap. You gasp at his dominance.  

He shoves your top over your head, squeezing your lace covered breasts firmly. He kisses the between the valley between your breasts before pulling your face to his, biting your lip before he thrusts into you hard. You covers your mouth with his hand to stop you from screaming. 

When you calm, he pulls his hand away, you kiss him hard,  diving your hands into him hair. 

He guides your hips as he slide you along his hard length.  He groaned in your ear and it was the hottest sound you’d ever heard, and god you wanted to hear it again.

“Dean….oh fuck” you whisper in bliss as you ride him.

“Who’s making you feel like this baby?” You just moan I to his ear. He pulls you back looking at you, demanding an answer. 

“You, Dean. Just you” he grunts as he starts thrusting upward, into you meeting you thrust for thrust.  

He kisses down on your neck, biting and sucking at the tender skin. Truly marking you as his, your eyes roll back at the thought. 

“Dean I’m so close” you pant, 

“Me too, fuck Y/n. Come for baby” Your reality falls apart as your orgasm takes hold. You clamp around Dean’s cock bringing him with you. You sink your teeth into his neck to keep yourself quiet, leaving your own mark as you do.

“Fuck Y/n!” He grunts as he came hard.

You both stare at each other panting deeply. He kisses you passionately. Murmuring 'mine’ against your lips. You nod kissing him again.

“As long as you know that goes both ways, Mr Winchester…I don’t share" 

"Sweetheart I’ve been yours since the second you started hunting with us and I saw you walking around in nothing but my t-shirt” he chuckled, you rolled your eyes but laughed. 

"And I haven’t been with anyone since” you look at him in shock. You smile down at him moving to kiss him once more but you don’t get the chance

You both snap your head towards the door, as you hear foot steps on the stairs. Swearing you pull away from each other, quickly get dressed and sit as calmly as you both can on the sofa just as Sam walks in.

Sam gave you both the bitch face as he passes. Apparently you both weren’t as quiet as you thought. You snort as you look at Dean, who pulls you over to him. You rest your head on his chest, you hear the brothers talking but you breath deeply inhaling his scent and drift off into a peaceful sleep.

You’re awoken by a sweet kiss on your lips. You open your eyes to see Dean beaming down at you. You were now lying fully on the sofa with his jacket over you as a blanket. 

“Time to go sweetheart, we need to go to the airport” you nod sitting up. You run to the bathroom, before meeting the boys in the car. You walk to the front passenger side door,  Dean winked at you from the window as you slip inside, smirk back at him butterflies filling your stomach.

“So I don’t mean to pry, but, uh, why are we picking up packages at 8:00 A.M. that haven’t cleared customs yet?” Clif asked as you waited for Sam at the airport. You were impressed he’d waited this long to ask

“Just saving time.” Dean replies as Sam re enters the car, boxes in hand. “All right, here we go.”

“We’re not doing anything illegal, are we?” Clif sounded worried

“Would it make you feel better if we said no?” Sam piped up from the back seat innocently

“No….” he replied, you patted him on the arm and said with a sympathetic smile

“Just go with it Clif” he look at you cautiously, but started the engine never the less and stated the journey back. 

As the car drove to the studio you see the group of fans from yesterday. You cringe

“Ugh not again…” as you slide down in your seat. 

Clif drives through them, a few banging on the window but most just shouting your fake name. You turn to see Dean glaring at them through the window. 

You exit the car to screams. Only to be approached by old guy from yesterday.

“Y/a/n! Thank god! Please sign for them or something, they are driving us crazy! The sound guy is picking them up as we shoot outside today. So please” random old guy asked you. You shake your head after what you’d seen on the Internet you weren’t going anywhere near them. 

“I know how to shut them up” Dean said from behind you. 

Old guy signalled for him to carry on. He walked up next to you grabbed your hand in his and pulled you with him. You frowned at him as he dragged you along. He waved to the crowed who waved back.

“Dean what are you doing?” You whisper

“Showing them who you belong to” he said turning to you. You’re eyebrows shot up as you realised what he was about to do. 

He cupped you face and kissed you tenderly at first before deepening the kiss. Pulling you flush against him. You lock your arms around his neck, as he drops his hands to your rear.

Everyone falls silent, the fans, the crew, everyone.  Sam not as shocked as everyone else after last night but still slightly shocked at Dean’s possessiveness. 

You both pull back only when breathing becomes an issue. Your foreheads rest together, you hear whispers around you but you ignore them. Your eyes glued to Dean.

He winks at you before kissing you gentle again and pulling you in the direction of where you landed yesterday, hoping that his plan to get you home works. Sam follows hot on your heals.

You can’t help but smile, as he smirks at you with any eyebrow raised. He was yours, and you were his.

Things were certainly going to be different now. But you were going to enjoy the ride

Tonight was most definitely the best night of your life. You had gotten married to the man you loved, you were surrounded by the people who loved and cared for you.. Nothing could go wrong! Well, that’s what you thought, anyways. 

“I love you.” You giggled softly when Harry leaned in and pressed his forehead against your own, his hand squeezing yours. Your noses bumped before Harry gave you a quick kiss, his thumb running over the back of your hand. 

“Love you more.” He murmured, giving you another kiss and pulling away quickly when your father cleared his throat and gave you two a warning look. 

“Just because you’re married doesn’t give you the permission to make out in front of your parents.” Your father smirked, everyone at the table laughing as your cheeks flared up in embarrassment. 

“I’m gonna make a toast, now.” Y/F/N hiccuped, leaning against you before downing the rest of her drink. She was clearly a little more than drunk - But you wanted her to have a good time, and if getting wasted at your wedding was an idea of a good time, then so be it. 

“Y/F/N, you really don’t have to. Seriously! I love you and all, but..” The thing was, sober Y/F/N would have been able to make a brilliant toast, one that would move people to tears and have them crying of joy. On the other hand, drunk Y/F/N was a bit of a mess and didn’t have a filter whatsoever. 

“I just wanna say,” Y/F/N ignored you, getting up off her seat and tapping the side of her champagne flute with a knife, dropping the knife afterwards with a clatter. “Lemme make a toast! For my dear friend Y/N, and for my other dear friend, Harry. You guys.. You guys are great!” She hiccuped, smiling down at you in a dopey manner. “I mean, it’s like.. Fate and everything, man! The stars just brought you two together. I remember when Y/N and I were in high school, and like, Y/N would obsess over Harry like crazy! And it’s so weird because now, Y/N’s getting married to Harry Styles!

“Y/F/N, I think that’s enough, honey-” 

“No, no, let her continue. I like stories about you freakin’ out over me.” Harry smirked, laughing lightly when you blushed and hid your face in his shoulder. 

“One time, I walked in on Y/N and Harry having sex! And I mean, really having sex!” Y/F/N whistled lowly, making you and Harry look up at her with wide eyes. Uh-oh. Your father wouldn’t like this story. “This was in your house, Y/N. You remember? Harry, like, Harry had you up against the wall and-” 

“Okay, that’s enough for now! I love taking trips down memory lane, but how about we dance instead? Yeah, let’s get the music going!” You grabbed the microphone from your drunk friend, helping her sit back down in her seat as the crowd made their way onto the floor. “You’re crazy!” 

“No, I’m not.. I’m Y/F/N!” 

“Remind me never t’ give yeh alcohol ever again.” Harry muttered, reaching over and pinching Y/F/N’s arm. “I’m jus’ happy I’m not-” 

“Harry? Can I talk to you for a second?” Your father spoke up, raising an eyebrow at your husband. Harry pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a breath before turning to face him. 

“..Yes, sir.”

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Michelle’s eager face is freakin’ terrifying.

Two things:

1. Does “marriage retreat” in this instance mean “any childfree vacation” or was the entire family painfully aware of Josh’s withdrawal from his marriage over time?  I know fundies believe in marriage retreats even when your marriage is supposedly fine, but to make a gift of it in that instance seems…odd.

2. Going with the “vacation” definition, they didn’t specify within the continental US, and it would’ve been amazing if they’d chosen Hawaii or somewhere in Europe.

Oh, wait, and 3: Josh looks like he would rather literally any other gift than time alone with Anna.

like ok here is why wilson is a great character:

  • he’s a 30-something year old forest hermit (goals tbh)
  • has social issues - dislikes parties and gatherings
  • passionate ((mad)) scientist - no really, LOVES SCIENCE SO MUCH
  • is a self-confident bordering on cocky little shit, vain and is obsessed with his hair
  • is also a sassy little shit tbh
  • BAD PUNS
  • VERY EMOTIONAL how refreshing for a main male character (in a gritty survival game no less) he might kinda look it at first but he ain’t all aloof and “I am a tough man I don’t have time for feelings” bullshit he acts like a person WOULD dealing with all this shit has little grumpy fits and can be petty and can be sad and out of control and terrified and silly and ecstatic and caring and excited
  • LOVES CHESTER (I mean who wouldn’t love chester but u know he’s not afraid to show it which is important chester needs cuddles)
  • just look at this I don’t even need words to explain this look at that face what a good guy 
  • loves his friends
  • likes and cares about animals
  • all his interactions with maxwell (I freakin love the childish-yet-completely-justified holy shit I hate you so much reaction and then they become begrudging allies and it’s like omg ur a huge goddamn softie)
  • UNREASONABLY HOT LIKE WTF AND THIS SHIT KNOWS IT LOOK AT HIM
  • WTF EVEN IS THIS SWEET JESUS I NEED TO SIT DOWN STOP BEING EVIL AND ATTRACTIVE
  • but like he’s actually a gigantic ridiculous dork AND a gentle caring soul don’t let the steaming hot supervillain look fool u
  • “Go plants go!" 

conclusion: wilson is a sweet beautiful nerd and needs to be protected

God of Thunder: Room Mate

Originally posted by tomshardy

Paring: ThorxWinchester!Sister
Word count: 782
Warnings: Swearing

Part 2 of Crushing on a God


–Thor’s POV–

I had contacted Tony and the others mere hours after coming to the bunker, and arranged for transportation. Tony mainly insisted as he was curious about what I was speaking of. The next morning, Y/N came into the kitchen to see the entire team sitting at the table. The pink hue that came over her cheeks was most adorable. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she looked to her eldest brother. “You decided to keep him. You can clean up after him.” She told him. “And his friends. I am not a pet keeper.”

The others laughed at this, but it was Bruce that spoke up. “Hi, I’m Bruce.” He smiled at her as her eyes darted to him. “We were told that you didn’t exactly know who we are.” The others nodded in agreement. “This is Natasha, Clint, you met Thor, Steve, and Tony.” He pointed to each of them.

“What the hell?” She breathed before speaking up. “Is it a requirement to be a damn model to save the world or something?”

Laughter echo’d off the walls of the kitchen. “If you plan on drooling, sis, clean it up.” Sam smirked at her. “Come on, I made breakfast.” He motioned her over.

“Come, little one, join in the feast.” I grinned, hoping that she would. At my words, her cheeks darkened.

She shook her head and turned. “Why couldn’t life be normal? No one else wakes up to a kitchen full of fucking model superheros!” She muttered to herself.

I looked to her brothers. “Will she not be hungry?” I inquired.

Dean shrugged, a mouth full of food. “She’ll come down eventually.” He said as soon as he could.

– Reader’s POV–

Neither of my brothers actually told me that we’d gained another room mate. I just happened to find out when I saw Thor walking out of the bathroom with nothing more than a towel around his waist. “Hello, Y/N.” He greeted me.

Much to my embarrassment, nothing more than a squeak came out. I turned on my heels and rushed back to my room, hiding.

It took another couple weeks before it was made really evident that he was there for good. While he still stayed with the Avengers a bit of the time, he was starting to split where he stayed pretty evenly. You never knew when the good looking man would be there, so walking around looking like a bum was now out of the question.

– Thor’s POV –

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” Dean pulled me aside one morning after breakfast.

I nodded. “Of course. What do you need?”

He ran his hand through his short hair and shifted awkwardly. “Do you like my sister?” He blurted out, making me raise my eyebrow. “I mean….do you like her like her?”

A grin spread across my face. “I am quite fond of her, yes.”

“No dating my sister!” He got serious. “For one, you’re a freakin’ GOD. Secondly, she’s my sister…and you’re my friend.”

This made no sense to me. “Would that not mean I am a better match for your sister than a mere mortal man?” I asked. “I can protect her easily, which is something I know you want. The chances of me dying on any mission are very slim. And, I agree, we are friends. I’ve been staying here for some time now. I would think you would prefer someone you know someone so well caring for her.”

Dean stared at me like I had gained another head. “How the hell did you logic your way into busting what I said?”

I shrugged. “I know you love your sister, and want her safe. Who better to keep her safe than a God? I also know you want her cared for, and you should know by now that I care for her deeply.” I told him honestly. “If you are worried about sexual intercou–”

WHOA!” He held up his hand. “Not what–” Dean’s voice was cut off by the sound of you yelling my name through the bunker.

–Reader’s POV–

Towel wrapped around my chest, my wet feet moved me through the bunker. “THOR!” I yelled, trying to find the blonde haired God. “Thor!”

“Yes?” He asked, looking innocent.

“Oh, don’t you go trying to look like a puppy.” I shot back.

Thor feigned surprise. “I don’t know what you mean. Whatever could I have done?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Clearly I won’t be getting anywhere with this.” I groaned, shaking my head. Turning, I went to move back to the bathroom.

“I could always assist you, if you’d like!” He smirked, chuckling.


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I CAN'T HANDLE MANGAKA-SAN TO ASSISTANT-SAN TO!

I CAN’T HANDLE THE PROTAGONIST MOST OF ALL!!!!!

HE’S HARU’S AND MAKOTO’S LOVECHILD I FREAKING SWEAR TO GOD!

I MEAN LOOK AT HIM!

WHAT IS THIS!! HE HAS HARU’S FACE AND HIS EYES AND YET HE HAS THAT MAKO-CHAN SMILE AND THE CUTE BLUSHES 

BUT

GODDAMN HE CAN GET SO FREAKIN’ SERIOUS AND NO ONE CAN FUCK WITH ME ATTITUDE 

*COUGHPAPAHARUCOUGH*

NO ONE CAN TELL ME THAT HARU AND MAKOTO DIDN’T CREATE THIS ADORABLE BABY NAMED YUKI

THIS GORGEOUS SPECIMEN HAS A GIRL’S NAME TOO OMFG I CAN’T RIGHT NOW

I LITERALLY CANNOT WITH HIS FACE AND HIS ATTITUDE AND HIS PAPA HARU AND MAMAKOTO MOMENTS I JUST CAN’T!!!

I SWEAR TO GOD NAGISA AND REI HAVE A HAND ON HIS PERSONALITY TOO ASDFKJ;AKFJ NOT TO MENTION GOOD OL’ UNCLE RINRIN~

I’M DONE WITH THIS SERIES AND THE MAKOHARU LOVECHILD AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

So these past weeks I’ve been the reading the chapters and a multitude of thoughts about the manga and the future of the characters have been roaming around in my noggin but after today’s chapter, I can’t help be worried about Katsuki’s future and where he’s heading after this fight is over.

 I’ve already established in this post that you can read here that Katsuki, even though he’s a bully and prick, isn’t some bad guy but in fact a kid that has been told all his life that he will be the next successful hero. He’s a prideful kid who has had 15 years of that ego being built and then upon entering UA, that ego he’s come to grow into just being shattered and cracked and dismantled at every instant the author can bring forth to Katsuki. I won’t go more into that because I already made two different posts about it but that’s a basic summary. 

 So we get to this chapter and the future of Katsuki can’t stop roaming in my head.

 Truth be told, I’m really worried that after his fight with Izuku, he’s going to want to stop pursuing being a hero. I don’t think he’ll became a villain because Horikoshi had that whole villain capturing arc to show the audience that we don’t have another Sasuke in the manga but I genuinely do have a fear he will want to drop out of UA and try pursuing something else, maybe something away from Deku.

 I mean, for him, this fight is his last resort. After being beat to the ground so many freakin times throughout the manga, this fight with Izuku is the last thing his pride is holding on to. As silly as it sounds, for him, it seems this is a life or death situation for him. I mean looking how hard he is trying to win:

If you really look closely too, he doesn’t have that same determined face he had when facing other characters, but it’s more of a pained expression, signaling that this fight is in a completely different realm for him that he’s faced in the past. To him, this isn’t a fight where he’s doing for fun or even believing that he’s going to win but one where he feels the absolute NEED to win. Hell, he even finally talked to Izuku FACE to FACE as to why he couldn’t stand him, which is such a huge contrast from the Katsuki that pushes things in and pouts it off and we as an audience get to see the hurt Katsuki had towards towards Izuku and how much he disliked Izuku because it hurt his pride to the point where he felt that he was being looked down upon.

 Everything about this fight is so special to Katsuki as a character and any development he will have in the future and what it makes it SO MUCH WORSE FOR HIM is that it’s implied that he LOST.

 REPEAT: KATSUKI LOST THE LAST THING HE’S BEEN HOLDING ONTO WITH HIS EGO AND PRIDE AND PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING HE’S KNOWN FOR HIS ENTIRE LIFE

 And I’d like to flashback to what Izuku said earlier in the chapter:

 As a few people pointed out, the tone his future self gave off was extremely regretful in nature that he wasn’t happy about how the fight turned out or how either one were affected by the consequences of it, which furthers my fear of him giving up on himself and his dreams and goals, at least for a temporary part of the manga. I can’t tell if he’s injured or not (probably is), but I’m positive his mental health is completely shattered right now.

 Overall, these series of chapters have been crazy intense and I’m genuinely afraid for how it will all wrap up. I’m not sure if the silhouette figure has anything to do with any of these developments but I hope he has a really good purpose to Izuku and Katsuki and the outcome to the fight. I am honestly dreading reading next week’s or the week after’s chapter because of how heart shattering it could end up being. I know that if I somehow am even possibly right with Katsuki, I know I will start shedding tears since Katsuki is a character I really love. Not as much as his fandom mothers or even how much I love Iida and Ochako, but I’ve grown to love his complexity and I can’t tell anymore what Horikoshi has in store for him.

 I’m just praying for the best at this point.