#but I guess I’m gonna try and force it just so the day doesn’t suck even more

[onlythebravest]

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#some more whining from me #I had a really bad day and I’m so not in the mood for food #I just want to eat some ice cream and drink some soda (and water) and have that be enough #but if i do that my grandma will have so many opinions on it and tell me to eat multiple times #and if I still don’t eat then tomorrow if I so much as mention that maybe I have a headache or am tired then I’m gonna hear about it #that it’s because i didn’t eat properly today #and okay yeah maybe that’s the case #but I’m 27 years old I can decide this for myself #I can make the not-so-great decision of not eating dinner bc I don’t think I can amange after my bad day #it’s not like I’ll make the same decision tomorrow regardless of how good/bad day that is #but I guess I’m gonna try and force it just so the day doesn’t suck even more #god I wish my place was ready to be lived in

[strawberrysturniolo]

bookstore // bf!chris

summary: when you're having a shitty week, your bf, chris, takes you bookshopping for some retail therapy

The past week has been complete fucking hell, and the worst part, is that I don’t even know why.

It feels like the world has been against me in every way, piling the most ridiculous things on top of me like I’m laughing stock, being used for someone else’s entertainment.

It’s not fucking funny. 

I have fully accepted defeat at this point, keeping myself secure in my room until it is deemed safe to leave.

My boyfriend, Chris, has been adamant on me going about my days like nothing is affecting me. As supportive as he is, and as much as I love him, I sometimes wish he would just let me wallow in peace and feel sorry for myself. That’s just not how he is though. 

“There you areee,” he sings as he comes into my bedroom with a hand behind his back.

I peek up over the blankets swarming me, trying to look around him and see what he is hiding from me. “What’s that?”

He grins. “Get out of bed and I’ll show you.”

I groan and lay back down, pulling the blankets back up.

Chris lets out a sigh and says, “Fine… I guess I’ll just have to drink this iced brown sugar oat milk chai tea latte myself…”

Damn it.

“Wait.”

I can picture the smile on his face. “Yes?”

“Leave the drink,” I command.

He tsks. “Come to the living room and you can have it.”

He wins this time. 

I pull myself out of the comfort of my bed and drag myself to the living room. He sets the drink down on the table and waits for me to retrieve it, and when I do, he says, “We’re getting you out of your bed today.”

“And how do you plan on achieving that?” I ask over the lid of my latte.

“By taking you to the bookstore.”

My eyes nearly fall out of their sockets. 

Chris hates going book shopping with me. While he often praises me for my interest, saying it’s adorable and that he can’t help but stare at me while my expressions change throughout the book I’m indulging in, he cannot stand going shopping with me. What turns into a basic trip to pick up one or two books turns into a three hour excursion with handfuls of books being carried out, and hundreds of dollars drained from my account. 

“You’re kidding.” I know better than to take him seriously in this situation.

“The opposite,” he surprises me. “I don’t want to worry about how you’re feeling, so we’re going to do some retail therapy with books. Plus, I don’t know when you’ve eaten, so we’re gonna get some lunch too. My treat.”

My cheeks blush at the idea of Chris wanting to shower me in his love today. He loves taking me to get something to eat, spending his money on me whether it’s a $10 chick-fil-a meal or a fancy steak dinner. While some boyfriends send their partner money to get their nails done, mine sends me some every so often to treat me to books. 

I always insist that he doesn’t need to, but Chris fights back every time, saying he has more money than he knows what to do with, and that I deserve to be spoiled, especially by him. 

I used to fight him on it, but I know better than to do that now. It always ends in a stupid fight, and I know he is doing this out of love, so the last thing I want is to turn into something negative. 

“Okay,” I give in, heading back to my room to change.

“I knew that would get you!”

–

Chris’ arms are full with books that I have accumulated since walking into the store. He sets them down every few minutes to stretch his arms and crack his knuckles, and I can tell he’s biting his tongue to keep from complaining. 

He watches me and nods along as I explain every book that I look at. He seemed interested in the first few, but as the list grew, I can tell he’s forcing himself to pay attention.

Feeling guilty that he isn’t enjoying his time and he is sucking it up just for me, I say, “Okay, let’s get out of here soon so your arms don’t fall off.”

“Baby, it’s fine,” he assures me. “I’ll buy a bag if I have to. Keep doing your thing. I can go look at something else in the store that interests me while you shop, but don’t feel like you need to cut your time short for me. The whole reason we are here is to cheer you up.” 

“I don’t want to spend all your money.”

“You aren’t,” he insists for the thousandth time. “And if you keep yourself from getting books because you feel bad, I’m going to come back and buy them for you anyway, so you may as well get them now.”

There’s no way around him. 

Another 20 minutes passes, and at this point, my body is starting to give out, so I can’t imagine how Chris is feeling after lugging books around. “How many do you have?” I ask, looking back at my boyfriend who struggles to keep up as we head to the checkout line.

“Twelve,” he says, sighing as he sets them on the counter to be scanned. I add two more to the top of the pile. “This is insane, you know that right?”

“You were the one who said ‘I insist! My treat!’”

He rolls his eyes, laughing as he swipes his card. “Yeah, yeah.” 

– 

The rest of the day is spent with me organizing my bookshelves, scanning the backs of each book to decide what to read while Chris orders takeout. It only seemed right that we ate something at home since he continued to let me know how exhausted he was after shopping. 

I practically inhaled my meal just so I could start reading one of my new books, sitting right next to Chris on the couch, who was still dissecting his food. 

Every so often, I can feel Chris staring at me.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he shakes his head. “You’re doing that thing.”

“What thing?”

He sets his plate down on the TV tray in front of him, then looks back at me. “I always know something good is happening in the book when you scrunch your nose. It’s cute.”

I cover my face with my book, now embarrassed at my outward reactions when I read, something I had no clue I even did. 

“Noooooo, don’t hide,” he says, pulling the book down so he can see me again. 

He moves to sit closer to me, resting his head on my shoulder as he stares down at the pages with me, placing soft kisses on my cheek every so often before letting himself become just as invested in the story as I do. 

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x reader

[ellieluvr420]

Friends? Never. Pt.12 (Ellie Williams x reader)

SYNOPSIS: You and Ellie had been bitter enemies for years now but before that you were best friends. You had always planned to be roommates one day but when that becomes a reality the situation isn't exactly how you both imagined it.

SMUT MDNI !!

Hello beautiful people, I finished planning out the whole story and Friends? Never is going to wrap up after 25 chapters! I am so excited for you guys to see what I have planned and I really hope you're gonna love it as much as I do because you have all been so kind so far so THANK YOU SO MUCH and if anyone has any requests I would love to hear them <3

“Hey Joel.” 

“Hey kiddo, come on in.” Ellie’s smile mirrored Joel’s lopsided one as she walked into the living room of his cabin.  

“Ugh what is that smell?” 

“Coffee.” 

“Smells like burnt ass.” 

“Well burnt ass tastes pretty good.” Ellie chuckles as she grimaces. 

“Ew... how did you get that anyway?” 

“I’m ashamed of what I had to trade to get it.” He bowed his head in shame before beckoning Ellie into the kitchen. “I didn’t have much on me when you said about coming over so er sorry the food isn’t as good as last time.” He gestures to the plates of pasta and Ellie notices the can still sitting on the side. 

“Oh shit, chef boyardee... throwback.” 

“Yeah no kidding, tastes a lot nicer warmed up though I swear.” 

“I’ll take your word for it.” Ellie grabs her plate and follows Joel to the living room where he sits on the sofa and presses play on the film he had put on. They eat in silence as they watch the film until Joel sighs and puts his fork down.  

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy you’re here but is everything okay? Seemed kinda out of the blue.” 

“Oh er yeah everything’s fine. I just- I know I’ve been distant since... everything and It’s taken me a long time to understand why you did what you did but I think I’m starting to, at least I’m trying to anyway. I want us to be able to move on you know?” There was quiet for a long while after Ellie finished speaking, the only sounds in the room were that of the ones playing on the TV until Joel sucked a sharp breath in. 

“I- I’d like that. A lot.” She could see the glassy sheen of his eyes as he placed his hand over her knee and squeezed. “This anything to do with that girl your roommate executed a few weeks ago?” 

“So Maria told you huh?” 

“Yeah... I appreciate what she did for me.” 

“Yeah me too, about that actually... Er she-” 

“She’s your girlfriend.” 

“Wha- How did you...” She rolls her eyes and sighs. “Yeah, she is.” 

“Can’t say I didn’t see it coming.” 

“Well that makes one of us.” They both chuckle and go back to eating, Ellie commenting on the film every few minutes and being met with a mix of chuckles and scoffs.  

“So he knew already?” 

“Yeah probably guessed after he walked in on us in the kitchen.” 

“Ha! He knew before us then.” 

“Yeah sounds about right.” You and Ellie were riding next to each other at the back of your patrol group, Ellie had got home from Joel’s after you fell asleep last night so now was the first chance she had to tell you about it. As you both chuckled, Rita who was up front signalled to dismount the horses because you had reached the factory building you needed to clear. Everyone tied up their horses and began moving inside. The second you walked through the doors you heard the foreboding sound of groans and clicks, you glance at Ellie to see she’s already looking at you, you nod and she reciprocates the gesture before you all start to push forward, the quiet doesn’t last long as your teams bullets start ricocheting all throughout the building.  

You fired your gun twice and sent a runner and a clicker to the ground before you’re tackled to the ground by a runner, you can feel its hot, rancid breath on your neck as he desperately snaps his mangled teeth at you. You struggle with all your force to keep him away from you and as you feel your body being plagued with fatigue a gunshot rings out and the body falls limp on top off you. You groan and struggle to push him off as Lex offers you a hand up. You immediately scan the room for Ellie and see her savaging a clicker with her switchblade before Rita calls for everyone to move, you wait to see Ellie start running and then you follow, fleeing the dozens of infected that were on your tail. You can see the exit of the building you’re being led to and you see three people climb through the opening before Ellie gets to it, she turns back and as you make eye contact, she pauses.  

“GO ELLIE I’M RIGHT BEHIND YOU!” You scream to her and you breathe a sigh of relief when she reluctantly goes through the opening only to immediately suck it back in as the building shakes and rumbles and debris begins to fall all around you, right in front of the opening Ellie had just climbed through. “Fuck, we gotta find another way out.” You say as you bash yourself against the debris that wouldn’t move an inch. 

“NO!” Ellie screeches as she watches you disappear behind the fallen debris that was now blocking the exit. She throws herself against it in vain as she only causes a dull ache to ring throughout the right side of her body. “Fuck fuck fuck.” She screams your name in a panic. “Please tell me you’re okay!” Her voice is shaky and desperate as her stomach churns and drops.  

“I’m okay but we gotta find another- AGH!” Your sentence is interrupted as a clicker lunges at you sending you both crashing to the floor, you can hear Ellie screaming your name and the repeated thuds of her throwing herself against the wall but you can’t reassure because you’re not sure if you are okay. You jam your knife into the clicker’s skull and grip your gun to deliver two shots straight through the fungal crown growing out of its head. As it falls on top of you, you climb out from beneath it and scream a quick ‘I’m okay!’ to Ellie before shooting at the three runners that were speeding at you. You and the two other people still stuck inside with you empty out all of your magazines, use every bit of ammo you had, you’re sure your knife is blunt from the amount of infected it had slaughtered. As you’re running from a clicker you notice a large hammer on the floor and grip it tight enough that your knuckles turn white before turning and slamming it into the clicker until it laid in a crumpled pile before you. You take a second to catch your breath before you hear the muffled screams of help from the others as you run towards the sound. You bash the brains of a runner that had tackled Raphael to the ground before stabbing your knife into the back of a clicker and dragging it down as a blood-curdling screech fills the room, you slam the hammer into its head until it’s unmoving on the ground and Lacey can bounce back up with the same enthusiasm she always magically had. “Fuck that was bad. We all clear?” They nod and you begin moving forward desperate to find a way out now that the immediate threat was neutralised.  

All Ellie could hear was a symphony of gunshots and shrieks until everything goes quiet. She feels her eyes sting with tears as the panic overtakes her as she continues to slam herself against the unmoving debris blocking the exit she had crawled through without you. “I should’ve waited... fuck why didn’t I wait?” She mutters to herself until she feels a pair of hands wrapping around her and yanking her away from the wall.  

“Ellie, that’s not helping, we just have to trust they’re okay.” Rita tries to reason with her as she thrashes in her arms. 

“No! Get the fuck off me. I have to get in there, I have to help her!” Ellie pushes a stunned Rita to the ground with a crazed look in her eyes before running off to try and find another way in as everyone calls out to her to stay put, she can hear their footsteps following but she doesn’t care, she needed to know if you were okay, she needed to find you. “Come on, please be okay.” She whispers as she frantically searches for another entrance until she sees a window a floor up that was open. She immediately starts looking for a way to climb it and as she manages to get a footing on a pipe running up the building she feels someone pulling her down again, sending her crashing to the ground on top of Ben. She immediately punches him and then squeezes round his neck with all her strength. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? WE HAVE TO HELP THEM!” Ben claws at her as he thrashes in her arms and she only loosens up when she hears a thump only to see Lacey dropping to the ground from the window, she lets go of her grip around Ben’s neck as she immediately runs over to Lacey. Then Raphael drops to the ground also, her heartbeat quickens as there’s no sign of you, she storms over to Raphael and pushes him hard enough that he stumbles back to the ground. “WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?” 

“I- I don’t know, she was right behind me when I went out the window.” She looks up only to see no sign of you and the lump in her throat returns making it hard for her to breathe. She calls your name and is met with silence until a minute later, although it felt like centuries, your head pops out of the window before you throw yourself out of it, smacking onto the ground with a whine. She runs over to you immediately cradling you in her arms as the tears that had been threatening to spill over, cascade down her cheeks in waves. You smile up at her flushed face as you attempt to catch your breath, the fall winding you slightly. 

“Oh my god, I thought you were dead, you’re okay, you’re okay.” She pulls away to look down at you. “You’re okay right? You’re clear?” 

“Yeah, I’m clear.” Your voice comes out as a wheeze and the relief flooding through her pushes her forward to attach her lips to yours in a passionate kiss before she remembers her surroundings and stands, pulling you up with her. You both turn to see everyone on patrol staring at you both with dumbfounded expressions before you roll your eyes, sick of the undivided attention on you both. 

“What? You ain’t ever seen two girls kiss before? Shut your traps, you’re catching flies!” You snap and everyone immediately averts their gaze from you both as you all collect yourselves and get ready to keep moving. The thought that you still had four checkpoints to go through send a shiver through your body but feeling Ellie’s hand slip into yours and squeeze grounds you enough to continue your assignment. 

“Fuck I was so worried- ugh- I- I thought you were dead.” Ellie breathes out through grunts and moans. 

 You had barely made it through the door of your home before she was attacking your body with kisses, sucking bruises on any skin she could find.  

“Just let me take care of you please, I need to feel you.” She was almost pleading with you as if you would actually say no. She squeezed at your hips to prompt a response from your panting form.  

“Take me upstairs babe.” At your words she immediately pulls you away from the wall that your back was against and led you upstairs, her lips never leaving your skin. You both tumble into her room and clumsily fall down onto her bed as you both desperately try and rid each other of the clothes that were preventing you from feeling your bodies press together. As you rip her top over her head your mouth waters at the sight of her already erect nipples, you lurch forward attaching your lips to her pink bud and swirling your tongue around it as she grips onto your hair and hisses at the sudden stimulation. You pull away as she lifts your top over your head, grabbing a handful of each tit and squeezing them together then pressing her face into them and leaving tiny, ticklish kisses over them. You giggle at her actions before she pushes you down flush with the bed, you whine a little at the distance between you two but she shushes you as she stands to yank her jeans and briefs off in one motion before tapping at your hip so you’d lift them, allowing her to strip you naked to match her. 

Her hands run all over your naked form as she consumes you with her kisses, the dance of your tongues taking over your every thought. The warmth of her body pressing against yours feels like heaven as she slots herself flush with you and begins grinding herself down onto you. This was your favourite way to have sex with Ellie, the grinding of your bodies together felt like your hearts were merging into one and every thought that wasn’t her left your mind as you feel your core tightening and pulsing as her movements became rougher and rushed. The room was filled with your heavy breaths and groans until she swallowed them into her mouth as she once again attached her lips to yours before sucking a line from your jaw to your collarbones. “I love you so much, you can’t scare me like that again.” She says through kisses and pants as her hips stutter. 

“Oh Ellie, I love you too. I’m sorry, all I could think about was getting back to you.” You cry out as the knot in your stomach tightens, you can tell from the scrunch of Ellie’s face she’s as close to finishing as you are. You lean up to whisper in her ear. “Cum with me babe, please. I love you, I love you, I love you- ugh Ellie oh my god!” You chant your words as they’re the only words ringing throughout your mind. You loved her and she loved you and it was the most important thing to you, you used to get stir-crazy when you hadn’t gone on patrol in awhile, you used to look forward to patrol but since your relationship with Ellie had blossomed, those feelings had changed, twisted into feelings of panic and fear because the worst thing you could imagine is being ripped from her or her you because the only thing you cared about was getting to love with her and be with her. As Ellie gazed at your beautiful face, slightly shiny from the sweat that was generated from the heat between the both of you, she realised she hated how patrol had made her feel recently because all it did was increase the risk of her not getting to grow old with you and that was all she wanted, to grow old and die in your arms because the thought of losing you sent her into a spiral she felt she’d never escape. 

As you both finish with whines and moans, you expect her to slow down but she doesn’t which elicits a scream from you at the overstimulation. “Come on baby, give me another one, please, I just need you to give me one more.” She breathed out and the desperation in her voice was enough for you to fight through the urge to squirm and shy away from the feeling of her slick clunt gliding against yours roughly. It wasn’t long before her pace was faltering as she leant down to hold onto you for leverage as her body trembled as both of your second orgasms washed over you, your toes curled and you bit down onto her shoulder hard enough to draw blood as you felt lightheaded and dizzy from the force of your second release. As both your bodies relaxed and she collapsed fully onto you you released from her shoulder and kitten-licked at the wound before kissing her so she tastes her blood on your tongue, she moans into your mouth, a high-pitched moan that had both your eyes snapping open, her cheeks flush even darker than they already had before she cracks a small lop-sides smile and that you gigglle at. “Sorry about that...” You mutter sheepishly as you glance at the bite mark on her shoulder. 

“It’s okay, that was hot.” She kisses your forhead before lying down on top of you once again as your heartbeats and breathing sync, her thumb drawing circles on your hip and your hands scratching at her back. She sighs into you before squeezing at your hip a little. “I think I might wanna do less patrolling, try and pick up some jobs in Jackson-” She was ready to explain herself, thinking you’d call her a pussy and tell her to stop being silly but your soft tone shocks her. 

“Me too, today made me realise we’re so lucky to live in Jackson, where it’s safe and where we can have a pretty normal life and every time we leave those walls voluntarily we’re taking it for granted. We already lost 3 years, I don’t want our time together to be cut short.” 

“Fuck you’re so perfect.” You giggle and press a kiss to the top of her head as you both relax into the comfort of your bodies being pressed together without anything between you both, her soft skin caressing yours. “We’re kinda becoming the pussies we used to make fun of.” 

“Oh god don’t remind me.” You whine before sighing. “It’s all your fault though.” 

“My fault?!” She gasps and pinches you as you squeal. “You know if I wasn’t so wiped we’d totally be fighting right now.” 

“Mhm sure.” You reply monotonously not believing a word that leaves her pretty lips. 

“No I’m so serious, you wouldn’t know what hit you.” She barely gets her sentence out before a loud yawn leaves her causing her to glare at your smug face.  

“I believe you babe, get some sleep, it was a long day hm.” She nods and lays her head back down on your bare chest with a content sigh as you both feel the tiredness consume you and drag you into slumber. 

tags: @emiliabby @readbydayana @radioheadfan699 @lil-elliesgf @isitadinosaur @amberputh

#ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams tlou #ellie x reader #ellie smut #ellie williams angst #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams smut #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie x you #tlou ellie #ellie

[corazondebeskar-reads]

no loyalty in the apocalypse

dark!Joel Miller x f!reader

originally for Febuwhump 2024 Day 17 - hostage situation | Febuwhump masterlist

words: 578

summary: Your group falls victim to Joel Miller's hunters.

warnings: dark, dead dove do not eat, non-con, past non-con, hostage is not quite accurate but we'll pretend, captivity, dark!Joel, raider/hunter!Joel, Joel Miller is Not a Nice Man, canon-typical violence, gun violence, descriptions of murder, oral (m receiving), forced oral, ambiguous ending, dick sucking at gunpoint (but no gun play), yet another one I may return to some day idk, no use of y/n, joel can pick reader up (but imo, joel can pick anyone up. this is game joel, he's a brick fuckin house.)

dividers by @saradika-graphics

They’ve got you lined up on your knees, hands behind your head. Well, they have what’s left of you. 

You’d never seen Joel Miller or his crew before. Obviously, because you’re still alive. And he hadn’t exactly introduced himself, but he didn’t really need to. 

His brutality and bloodlust preceded him. 

“…so happens, I’ve got a coupla openings. Anyone here whose loyalty ain’t?”

Beside you, Paul raises his shaking hand. 

“Yeah? You ready to turn on your boss?”

“Yes, sir,” Paul says immediately. 

Several of Joel’s men snicker. You feel the spray hot on your side before the crack registers in your ringing ears. 

Oh god.

Joel’s wearing a lazy, crooked grin and strolls casually down the line. He tips your chin up with the hot barrel of the gun, and you whimper. 

“You his girl?”

You don’t want to speak but you’re afraid to jostle the weapon, so you whisper, “Yes.”

“He disloyal like that to you?”

You really don’t mean to, but you scoff a little. “Was his girl, not his girlfriend.”

“Oh,” his grin curls. “So I just shot your master. Guess that makes you mine, now.”

You shudder and stay quiet. 

He doesn’t like that. The gun drags up the line of your jaw to your temple. “Rather follow him to hell, sweetheart?”

“No, sir,” you whisper. 

“Go on then. Show me if you’re gonna be worth it.”

He doesn’t lower the gun. 

Your hands shake as you bring them to his belt buckle and pry it loose. You can do this. You’ve done worse for Paul. Same shit, different dick. 

When his cock springs free, you can’t help it. You gasp. 

Joel laughs. “Guessin’ I’m a little bigger than you’re used to?”

You nod. 

“Get chokin’ on it, then.”

And, god help you, you do. Not that you think any god will help you. If they were going to, they would have done it by now. If they gave a shit.

It’s clear that no one gives a shit.

So you give him your best. You take the fat, drooling head in your mouth and suck, swirling your tongue and hollowing your cheeks. You don’t move your hands from behind your head.

You get the feeling he isn’t one for the build up, so you try to acclimate to his girth as fast as possible. He’s about as long as Paul but twice as thick. When you start choking on him, as requested, he holds you there with a hand on the back of your head. After that, he picks up the control and fucks into your mouth.

You’ve gotten pretty good at taking it, so you do. He gives you no warning before he spills down your throat, but doesn’t seem to mind that you cough and sputter after, gasping.

“Good enough to buy you a couple of days,” he says with a shrug. He finally withdraws the gun from your head. “Get the fuck up.”

He doesn’t wait for you, just drags you by the collar of your shirt and lets you stumble to follow. He shoves you up against the cold side of a truck, face pressed against the passenger window, and ties your hands behind your back. 

Satisfied, he hoists you up and drops you into the bed of the truck. You scream a little in surprise and a lot in fear. 

“Shut the fuck up,” he barks. “It ain’t a long ride. Not a fucking sound, or I’ll dump ya in the river instead. Got it?”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #dark!joel #dark!joel miller #raider!joel #hunter!joel #dark fic #dead dove fic #febuwhump

[sugar-omi]

this one is a pretty different from the fem version, like i had to change the sex position/penetration obviously, and somehow it feels more obscene to me... jfc im so EMBARRASSED RN

DAY THIRTY ONE — GANGBANG (MALE READER VERSION)

*kinktober masterlist | *ao3 | *fem reader version here

tags : NSFW, bottom/top reader, priest/(EX)-demon hunter!reader AU (demon!cove, angel!derek, sorcerer/reaper!baxter), spit roasting, anal, triple missionary(?), cove with tongue/dick piercings, sub/bottom derek, mean dom cove, oral (reader & character receiving), raw sex, creampie,

synopsis : cove and baxter are having a little too much fun having their way with you and derek.

“for a priest and demon hunter, you sure are easy to break!” cove cheers, forcing your head down until your nose is in his pubes. “well, i guess you are retired. still, you’re already chasing me with those enchanted weapons and beating me up!”

cove peers down at you, his eyes smug and happy to see you glare at him while his dick is down your throat. it’s funny to him. “and all it takes is a little dick to render you useless.. i wonder what your followers would think if they saw you like this?”

you want to make a quip, but you can’t with cove’s pierced dick in your mouth. but even if you could, a moan bubbles up from your throat and cove groans at the sensation.

your legs shake. fuck, derek is desperately sucking your cock, his tongue stroking the underside of your cock and he comes up until his lips are wrapped around just your tip, lapping at the pre-cum and eagerly sucking on the sensitive head, his hand wrapping around the rest of your length as he focuses on lapping up all the pre from your drooling cock.

cove pulls you off his dick, letting you catch your breath, enjoying you panting, trying to wipe away all the spit on your chin.

you glare at him, “can’t.. would it kill you to be gentle?” cove perks up, his thin tail swishing behind him. “it might.”

you roll your eyes, breaking when derek adds his fingers in your ass alongside the vibrator, it sends a shudder down your back and ruins your tough expression. not that it was very intimidating in the first place, you’re sweaty and flushed, hickeys all over your chest and legs, and you’re falling apart from derek’s eager sucking and the toy grinding against your walls from derek curling his fingers inside you.

cove leans forward, lifting your chin to steal a kiss. “it’s not my fault you look best when you’re drooling over my dick.”

baxter chuckles, running his hand up from your stomach to your neck, tilting your head towards him. “you are a sight for sore eyes…” he purrs, leaning in to kiss you, his plush lips moving against yours and you melt, hypnotized even when he eases his tongue into your mouth.

you don’t even notice he’s holding the remote to the vibrator inside you and you jolt when he turns it up, the toy shaking and further messing up your brain since it seems like derek moves his fingers faster, trying to bully that sweet spot right under his fingertips.

baxter smiles into the kiss, far too pleased to keep kissing you so cove steals your lips from him, stealing your breath and slipping his forked, pierced tongue along yours while baxter kisses and nips at your already bruised skin.

your legs start to shake and you break the kiss, dropping your head on baxter’s shoulder, fumbling for purchase and baxter offers up his hand for you to grip onto. “i’m- i’m gonna-!”

baxter nuzzles into your neck, his lips lazily moving over the expanse of your throat, deciding where he wants to sink his teeth…

his lips are dangerously close to your ears, and when he speaks, you feel his smooth, hypnotizing voice weighing you down. “that’s it.. cum for us, cum in derek’s mouth..”

it doesn’t take much to push you over the edge, your cum flooding derek’s mouth and your back arches off baxter’s chest, your feet bumping against derek’s back.

derek tries to swallow around your length, obscene slurping and other lewd noises coming from his mouth, his nose buried against your abdomen. your cock twitches in his mouth, and derek just bobs his head, trying to lap up what didn’t stay in his mouth.

“that’s-that’s enough, i’m..” you pant, your hands shakily trying to push derek off your cock. derek pulls off, wiping his lips and leaning forward to kiss you, his lips softly moving against yours.

“you’re so sweet…” derek mumbles, the kiss slowly deepening, his tongue pushing against your lips and you let him in, too tired and weak from your orgasm to fight it, as if you want to.

it’s a little late, but you realize baxter turned off the plug. at least someone is merciful and kind.

“so!” cove claps his hands, his tail swishing with mischief.

baxter hums, and derek just flushes, deciding to stay out of it. baxter speaks up, “you two can go first, i can wait.”

cove nods, already pulling you off baxter’s lap before he can finish speaking, pushing you into derek’s arms and he wraps his arms around your front. he grins, showing off his sharp teeth. “i wanna see you fall apart on my dick, and derek on yours, wouldn’t that be fun?”

he doesn’t care for a reply, and he interrupts any reply you want to give by taking derek’s cock in his hand and lining up with your cunt, forcing your hips down until his dick is right against that spongy spot near your cervix, his length filling you up and curving into that spot so perfectly..

your cock in his hand and lining it up with derek’s ass, you and derek whining and whimpering loudly, you because your cock is so sensitive from derek’s relentless sucking and derek because cove had already bullied his insides earlier with his fingers and tongue, and now your cock is wrapped up in derek’s hot walls…

cove forces your hips down, drawing out another loud moan from the two of you, your cock hitting derek’s sensitive g-spot, making his hole clench down on you. you whine, your head falling on derek’s shoulder, you can’t see it, but cove and baxter admire the mess you two are and how lewd derek’s mindless, flushed expression is, his eyes hazy..

cove takes advantage of you and derek slumped together, lining up with your ass and thrusting in to the hilt, his hips slapping against your ass, forcing you down against derek’s chest.

you pant, swallowing the drool pooling in your mouth. “ooh fuck- you’re so.. hnn, it’s deep, so deep..” you can’t even think, your last few braincells melting between derek’s hot, clingy hole and cove’s thick cock filling you up.

cove leans over your back, forcing you into derek’s chest, capturing derek’s open lips in a kiss, easily slipping his tongue in his mouth.

derek breaks the kiss, whining. you pant into derek’s neck, hazily latching onto his sweaty skin, sucking and running your tongue over the area, mustering up strength to leave marks on his bronze skin. 

cove pulls his hips back, his cock and piercing dragging against your walls, your groan, biting down on derek’s neck before you can stop yourself, drawing out a loud moan from him, derek’s nails dragging down your biceps.

you huff, grinding your hips into derek, his cock rubbing against your tummy, and you can feel how it twitches and the growing wetness on your skin. you keep working on derek’s neck, lifting a hand up to pinch his nipples.

derek cries, shakily calling out your name, his back arching off the bed and into your hands.. you fix your elbows so you’re leaning over derek’s head, allowing you to see derek’s flushed face and swollen lips.

he leans up, stealing your lips in a kiss, derek’s arms wrapped around your neck, trying to pull you closer..

you're so full, and derek’s hole is so clingy and hot around your dick, and derek tries to move back on your dick, with cove on top of you two it's a bit hard, but he’s so desperate to have you deeper inside.

cove laughs, the sound piercing through you and derek’s lust fogged brains.

“look at you two, you’re a mess! especially you y/n, you’re not even being feisty. and all it took was getting passed around and used like a couple sluts.. we should’ve done this sooner!”

cove pulls you up against his chest so he can grope your chest, his nimble fingers pinching your nipples while he attacks your neck.

derek moans at the sight, tucking his bottom lip under his teeth, enjoying you being ravished by cove more than he thought he would.

this is so sinful, so dirty. but fuck if he wasn't loving every second of it… your cock stretching him open, reaching his most sensitive spots, your teeth leavings deep bites on his neck and shoulders, and even baxter leans over to steal a kiss from him.

baxter slips his tongue into derek's mouth, swallowing his moans and whines, biting his bottom lip teasingly when he pulls away.

baxter pets derek's flushed cheeks, his lips brushing against his when he speaks. "so cute.. do you want something else to occupy you while cove sticks his tongue down our little humans throat?"

derek nods, not thinking it through but knowing he wants something, anything baxter has to give.

"what a good angel." baxter purrs, undoing his belt tantalizingly slow and makes a show of pulling down his pants until derek is squirming, his eyes stuck between pleading with him and watching every inch of newly exposed porcelain skin.

baxter takes his dick in his hands, pushing the blushing tip against derek's lips.

derek slowly takes baxter's cock in his mouth, circling his tongue over the tip as he works his way down, gagging a bit.

baxter pushes back derek’s hair from his sweaty forehead, "don't rush. unlike some people, i won't shove my cock down your throat."

"you should reconsider," cove pipes in, drawing baxter's attention to you two. cove finally let you slump against derek's chest, your hips grinding into derek’s, your cock drowning in derek’s heat.

"i think an angel looks best when they're getting face fucked." cove purrs, looking at derek take baxter down his throat with flushed cheeks, his hand coming up to stroke what can’t fit in his mouth.

baxter hums, peering down at derek. he does looks very pretty with his swollen, wet lips wrapped around his dick, looking up at him with round, watery eyes.

"is that so?" baxter tangles his fingers in derek's hair, thrusting up into his mouth experimentally. "have you let cove or y/n use your mouth before?"

derek tries to speak, the vibrations sending shocks through baxter, drawing a shaky groan from him.

baxter thrusts up into derek's mouth, grinning at the sound of him gagging and the spit running down his chin.

"how dirty~ what a naughty angel and priest we have." baxter purrs.

cove pulls your hips back to meet his thrusts, leaning over you to bite on your neck, his sharp teeth leaving more wounds on the area.

"all the time you two spend preaching and stopping my antics, you could be our toys instead~" cove purrs, mounting you and slamming his hips into your ass, his cock hitting your prostate, the force of his thrust forcing you to hit that spongy spot inside derek as well.

"i'm.. i'm gonna cum!" you cry, tears pooling at your bottom lashes.

"that's it, cum inside our darling angel." cove encourages, bullying the same spot with his cock, forcing your hips to slam into derek’s ass, bullying his sensitive, gummy walls. “fuck, i’m gonna cum too…” cove growls, his tip bullying that spongy spot inside your walls.

derek whines, grinding back on your cock, chasing his own high.

"cove!" you cry, your hands grasping for purchase. derek offers his hand, partially for his own comfort too since baxter is abusing his throat, his balls slapping against derek’s spit-covered chin.

cove cumming first is what pushes you over the edge, his ladder piercing dragging against your walls as he works through his orgasm, filling your ass with his cum.

derek follows not shortly after, his orgasm encouraged by your cock insistently hitting his prostate, cove’s thrusts making you jump, derek’s cock squished between his and your stomach, the movement making his cock rub against you.. his eyes rolling and fluttering shut when he falls over the edge, his cum making a mess between the two of you…

“mmph!” baxter’s cock muffles derek’s noises, his dick hitting the back of his throat as he finishes, cum spilling past derek’s lips.

baxter groans, pulling out of derek’s mouth, wiping up the mess on his chin and slipping his fingers in his mouth. derek wraps his lips around baxter’s thumb, licking the digit clean before he sinks into the pillows, both of you a weak, sweaty, and flushed pile.

cove pulls out, drawing out a weak mewl from you. you hiss, lifting yourself on your weak knees to pull out of derek, your cum spilling from his fluttering hole. you steal derek’s lips to swallow his barrage of whimpers and whines, slipping your tongue along his…

cove growls lowly, his stomach feeling hot with the sight of you and derek leaking cum while you kiss, the mess running down your thighs…

“hey baxter, lets switch places. i’ve been waiting to ravish an actual angel, and y/n is making such a mess.” cove swipes up the mess, slipping his fingers back into your hole, grinning when you shake and cry. “i think they need to be filled again..”

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[cyberrose2001]

Kinktober: Day 5

Prompt: Fingering

TFP Breakdown x gn afab reader

Warnings: Fingering, cunnilingus, slight overstimulation, masturbation.

Word count: 621

“Just look at ya, all ready for me,” Breakdown chuckles darkly before climbing onto the berth, “You couldn’t even wait until I got back.”

You whine from the berth; thighs spread as far as they can. The evidence of your impatience coated your fingers and dripped from your cunt onto the sheets below, sweat beaded on your forehead from your efforts to try and cum. You were so worked up from being alone all day while Breakdown went on assignment you couldn’t help but try to relieve yourself, but no amount of imagination and fingers can equate to the feeling of your lover pounding his metallic cock into you.

Breakdown gives you a smug grin before grasping your overworked hand, bringing it up into his intake and proceeds to wrap his dermas around it, licking and sucking up all of your juices. He removes them with one drawn-out lick from his glossa, “Mmmm, you haven’t overloaded yet. I guess I can help ya out.”

“P-Please…” You moan softly, which Breakdown chuckles at. But he doesn’t flip you over and push your head face down like he usually does. Instead, he lays down near your spread legs, servos resting on your inner thighs.

“Don’t worry, sweet spark. I’ll pound your pretty valve soon,” He coos, bringing a digit up to circle your clit softly, “I’m sure you can keep being patient for me, yeah?”

“Mhmm,” You nod, desperate for any kind of orgasm at this point.

Breakdown hums, kissing the inside of your thigh as he works his cold digit up and down your folds, “You like that?” He teases, moving back up to your clit to rub slow circles around it, making your hips jump, “I bet you’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout this all day, huh?”

Your breath hitches as he builds up pressure and speed, back arching as he brings you to the edge of orgasm. You can feel his hot breath against your heat before he glides his digit down to press into your wet hole and latches his lips around your clit at the same time.

“Oh, fuck, Breakdown!” You throw your head back as he curls his digit against your g-spot, slowly yet steadily rhythmic. It’s not as thick as his spike, but even with his digit, he fills you completely.

“Frag, you’re tight,” Breakdown rumbles against your sensitive clit, glossa flicking against it as he adjusts his wrists to achieve a better angle against your fluttering walls, “Can’t wait ‘til I’m inside you.”

The wet slapping noises from the thrusting of his servo to the sound of him lapping at your clit, it’s all sinful and bringing you closer to the edge.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna-“ You slap a hand over your mouth as your hips gain a mind of their own, grinding against his glossa and the digit now pounding into you with reckless abandon.

“Gonna overload?” Breakdown groans, his hips grinding against the berth, “C’mon, you deserve this.”

With tears in your eyes and teeth biting the cheek of your hand, you squeal as Breakdown curls against your g-spot and sucks on your clit with so much force that you almost go blind. You arch your back as he slows down to a snail's pace, limbs jerking and thighs shaking.

Breakdown laughs teasingly, removing his digit to watch your cum dribble onto the berth. He kisses your abused hole before sitting up and pulling your hips closer to his. His spike is already exposed, and it's the most enticing thing you’ve seen all day; you can’t help but whine at the throbbing sight.

Breakdown easily flips you over, propping your legs up and pushing your head against your pillow, “You up for round two?”

#tfp #tfp x reader #tfp breakdown #tfp breakdown x reader #valveplug #cyberrose kinktober 2023 #kinktober 2023 #cyberrosewrites

[opheliasflora]

Title: I Could Find My Way Back (Marcus Pike/f!Reader)

Rating: Mature

Word count: 3590

Warnings: Discussions of sexual assault (non-detailed and non-graphic). Swearing. Brief descriptions of kissing/making out. Reader is unnamed; Marcus (and other characters) uses nicknames (i.e.: “Sunny”, “sweetheart”, “chica”). Reader identifies as female but is otherwise unspecific and undescribed.

Notes: In the interest of standing by my belief that fiction can be used to Work Through It, this is a very personal one. And as such, it is maybe not applicable to everyone, but I attempted to approach it with respect and kindness and I hope it rings true enough for someone else.

Dedicated to @ladamedusoif… Thank you. 💜

(Dividers by @saradika-graphics)

The last time you saw Marcus, you were both eighteen, both stupid kids in love but with no idea how to handle it. You’d been preparing for your trip west for college; he was headed south. Daily phone calls turned into weekly letters, into bi-monthly check-ins, into Christmas and birthday cards.

You lost touch soon before it happened, and in more than one therapy session you’d openly wondered if that was to blame for your stupid choices. (Your doctor insisted that was normal but very, very untrue.)

And, nearly twenty-five years later, when you walk into the bar and hear a familiar, long-ago guffaw, your heart skips a beat and your breath catches in your throat.

The laugh causes him to toss his head back, and as he lifts it to normal height again, his eyes slide past you — and then back to you.

“Holy fucking shit.”

Despite your nostalgic shock, you grin brightly. “Heya, Marc.”

He’s off his stool and wrapped around you before you can say any more. “Jesus, Sunny, are you real?” he murmurs against your ear. “I’ve only had two beers so you have to be.”

“I’m real, Marcus,” you giggle, hugging him back. His patchy facial hair is thicker than when he was a stubbly kid, his hair a little longer, a little curlier, and a little greyer, but deep in the recesses of your memory he smells and feels and energizes the exact same as your high school sweetheart. The fact that he immediately falls back on your nickname from the old days makes the nostalgia even stronger.

His friends all but abandoned at the bar after a quick explanation, the two of you settle at a small table towards the back of the pub, Marcus’ beer now sitting opposite your Jack and Coke.

“I’m guessing you’re back for the reunion?” he asks, his thumb and index finger stroking and pulling lightly on your pinky.

It’s as if no time has passed, the comfort is so easy.

You nod, taking a sip of your slightly-too-strong drink. “Yeah. Wasn’t gonna, but had some…unexpected time off work,” you explain. (He doesn’t need to know that you were forced into taking your two-week vacation because your entire department was worried you were about five minutes from a burnout breakdown.) “Figured it couldn’t hurt to come back and see some folks.”

“Like me?” His voice is airy, teasing.

“No. Like Kevin.”

Marcus groans. “Oh, god, he’s gonna try to steal you away from me again, just like in school.”

You laugh. “Isn’t he married now?”

“Yeah,” he replies. “A really nice woman named Lily. Never thought Kev would be the settling down kind, but they’re happy. Expecting a little boy soon, too.”

You remember something else you’d heard. “You’re married, too, no?”

“No,” he replies, and the sadness passes quickly. “I was, for a little while. It didn’t work out so I’m on my own again.”

“I’m sorry, Marc. That sucks.”

“Mm, it’s alright. I’ve moved on.” Marcus takes a swig of his drink and eyes you. “What about you? Husband? Boyfriend? Kids?”

You bite the inside of your cheek. “None of the above.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Marcus!”

“Just checking.” He grins, eyes sparkling. “Has it been a long time?”

Pretty much since right after you, you think. But this isn’t the time.

“A while, yeah.”

He takes another mouthful. “A shame,” he mutters when he can speak again.

You almost think you misheard.

“So that settles it. You’re my date to the reunion.”

“What?”

Marcus pinches the skin of your hand. “You heard me. You and me, just like old times. That sound okay?”

You feel like you don’t have much of a choice, but you’re also pretty okay with that. “Uh, yeah. Sure, I guess?”

“Good. Where are you staying?”

You give him the address of the Airbnb you’re in, and he nods. “Alright. I’ll pick you up at five tomorrow, okay?”

“Y-yeah, okay.”

He finishes his beer, then watches — somewhat impressed — as you down the remainder of your own drink. “I’m really glad you’re back, Sunny.”

“Me, too, Marc.”

You aren’t lying.

After several different outfit choices, you’re finally settled and smoothing your striped sweater over the top of your slim black pants, your shoes cute but practical for a night that’ll probably involve far more standing than sitting. You fix your hair quickly as you hear the beep of the horn outside, and grab your phone and purse before running out and locking the door behind you.

Marcus isn’t dressed that much differently than he was at the bar, though now his button down is secured under a blue polka-dotted tie and his jeans have been replaced with a pair of grey slacks. He’s also combed his hair a bit more neatly, though the breeze blowing through the truck’s window has some softly-curly strands falling over his forehead.

You step up to the driver’s seat and rest an elbow on the frame as you lean in to kiss his cheek. “You ready for this? We can still skip out if you want.”

He smiles. “How about we go, and if, after an hour, it’s boring as shit, we sneak out and go to Johnny’s instead?”

It’s the same plan as when you were in school. Johnny’s is the diner on the edge of town — you were shocked to see it was still open when your cab passed it on the way in — and the best place to be a little private and a lot out of the way. You and Marcus had always had a code: if you were at a party or an event or a school thing and you wanted out, it was as simple as a little, “Hey, aren’t we supposed to meet John?” and you knew it was time to go.

“Sounds like a plan,” you reply, winking as you walk around the front of the truck and climbing into the passenger’s seat beside him.

The drive to the high school isn’t long, and the silence between you — punctuated by Springsteen’s greatest hits — is light and breezy. Marcus has always been a careful driver, and you’re happy enough to just watch the old haunts go by out your window as you both breathe-sing to “Thunder Road”.

When he parks in the lot, he’s actually at your door before you can get out, and he offers his arm. “C’mon, just like when we were kids,” he reminds you. You roll your eyes but accept, your hand gripping his bicep as you head into the gymnasium.

“Pike, that cannot be who I think it is!”

You’d recognize Kevin Garcia’s voice anywhere. Marcus’s best friend since childhood, he’s always been loud and boisterous and probably a little more trouble than anyone should be, but you’d always really liked him like a brother.

“Kev, be nice,” Marcus warns, but it’s too late — Kevin has you up in his strong arms, spinning you despite the height and weight you have on him.

“Holy shit, chica, you’re prettier than you were in high school.”

You roll your eyes, hiding your embarrassment. “Could say the same, Kev.” He’s gorgeous — chiseled from marble, you and your girlfriends had always joked. His brown eyes are lighter than Marcus’, but just as easy to lose yourself in; his features are gruffer; his hair more tightly curled. If you hadn’t been spoken for all through high school you might have given him a fair shot. (His friendship with Marcus hadn’t stopped the occasional flirtation from him, anyway.)

Kevin introduces you to Lily, a statuesque redhead with more freckles than you’ve ever seen and a belly that seems to threaten to topple her with one wrong move. Kevin’s palm stays right on it, cautious and protective the whole time the four of you talk, and you can’t help but smile.

You break away from the Garcias after a bit, promising to catch up more before you head home, and you find yourself heading to the catering tables while Marcus stops to chat with a group of people you don’t know very well.

“Hey, you.”

You freeze in place as you’re filling your plate, your blood running cold. Despite every single instinct in your entire being telling you to just drop it and run, you don’t — instead you take a single, deep breath and look up.

It can’t be him. It can’t. Last you’d heard from your lawyers, he had moved out to Arkansas once he was released, and you’d figured that was the end of it.

But it is him. The same sharp, ice-blue eyes. The same swoop of auburn hair, though artificial now.

That same shark-toothed grin.

“I… I’ve gotta — ” The words don’t come, but you run, your plate finally discarded on the table.

You hear him calling out for you but you refuse to turn, your heart pounding in your ears as you desperately look for Marcus.

“Hey, hey, slow down.” It’s Kevin’s voice, his hand on your arm gently. “You alright?”

“I — I need to find Marcus,” you breathe, and you’re annoyed to realize there are tears clogging your throat. “Have you seen him?”

Kevin gestures over his shoulder. “Back by the hoop talking to one of the teachers,” he said. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

You wish you could answer but you’re just not ready. Instead, you fake a smile and hurry off, leaving him confused as you beeline towards Marcus.

“John just called,” you manage as soon as you’re in earshot. Marcus turns to you, eyebrow lifted, but when he sees your expression, he adjusts. “We’ve gotta go.”

“Okay.” There’s no question. He says his goodbye to Mr. Williams, his arm snaking around your waist. You know you’re shaking, you can feel it yourself, but you hope he won’t ask — at least, not now. With a little wave to Kevin and Lily who are not far from the door you’re headed towards, you keep close to Marcus’ body and keep your head down.

He doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t say a word until you’re in the car and about fifteen blocks from the school. It’s only then that he pulls into the empty parking lot of a local bank and puts the car in park.

“Hey. Sunny, are you okay? What happened? What’s wrong?”

“No, it’s nothing, it’s…”

You lose control when his hand comes to rest on your knee. Two decades of tears stream from your eyes as you gasp for air, and Marcus jumps out of the car to come to your door and pull you into his arms. You’re still in your seat, but tucked tightly against his chest, your body racked with sobs and your chest burning as you struggle to regain control.

To his credit, Marcus doesn’t push. He holds you, one hand cupping the back of your head, the other stroking gentle lines up your back. You know you’re staining his sweater with your tears, but he gives no indication that it bothers him. Instead, he murmurs in your ear, “It’s alright, it’s okay” over and over.

“I — ” You try to speak, and it’s difficult, but you know you need to get the words out. “I can’t — I can’t tell you here,” you finally manage. “Someone might hear.”

There’s some kind of fear in Marcus’ eyes when he pulls back to meet yours. “Oh, sweetheart,” he breathes. “Alright. Do you want to go back to the apartment, or do you want to come to mine?”

An irrational thought comes into your head: What if he knows where I’m staying?

“Can we go to yours?”

“Of course.” He brushes your cheeks with his palms. “Are you okay? Do you want to wait a few more minutes?”

You shake your head. “No. I don’t want to… I want to get out of here.”

Marcus smiles comfortingly and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I’ve got you, Sunny.”

It isn’t until you’re settled on the couch, your still-shaking hands wrapped around a mug of tea, that Marcus joins you, his dark eyes soft and concerned.

“Do you want to talk?”

You nod, and Marcus shifts closer, his knee bumping against yours as he rests an arm across the back of the sofa, right along your shoulders.

“I was at the catering table,” you start. “And Mr. Mason came up to me.”

“The chemistry teacher?”

You nod. Marcus doesn’t pry, letting you tell the story on your own time, but his thumb strokes over the back of your neck gently.

“Everyone knows he was a bit of a weirdo, right?”

“I never had him as a teacher, but yeah, I heard he was a little…off.”

You take a deep breath. “He wasn’t just off, Marc.” A pause. “After we graduated, I ran into him at the movies one night. My friends wanted to go to a club after, and I didn’t, so Mr. Mason offered to drive me home.”

Your heart is racing, and you’re not sure the words will come out, but you close your eyes and force them past your lips. “We never made it to my house. He…he raped me and left me on the street a mile from home.”

When you manage to look up again, Marcus’ handsome face is white with rage. His hand has stilled behind you, his thumb against the bend of your shoulder.

“And he just…showed up today?” There’s something new to his voice, something dark and sinister in it. You’re moved to put your cup down and press your palms to his thigh.

“He went to jail for five years,” you explain. “It was a miracle he even got that.” This part feels easier, somehow. “They tried to…say it was my fault, that I’d enticed him. But he had bruises from where I fought back. It was enough, I guess.” You sigh. “When he got out, my lawyers told me they said he’d been…rehabilitated. He registered and moved away. I…didn’t think I’d ever see him again, but today… He was right there. Marc, I could feel him, he was so close.”

You can feel his body trembling under your hands, and you wonder if telling him was the right thing to do. Marcus is in the FBI. You’ve known this for years, been aware of his career, and telling him about your assault and the fact that the man who did it is still around might not be the best move on your part. He may be your sweet, kind, loving friend — but he’s also a trained law enforcement agent.

“Did he touch you tonight?”

You’re startled back to the moment. “N-no. He just said hi, really casual. I couldn’t even reply. I panicked and ran to you.”

“I’ll fucking kill him.”

You tighten your fingers on his leg, shaking your head viciously. “No. Marcus, no. I don’t even know if he wanted anything other than to say hi…”

“He has no right!” He pushes off the couch, away from you. “He hurt you. And then he gets to come back and pretend he’s just your old teacher? Who the hell let him back into that school?”

You can feel tears pricking at your eyelashes again and you drop your hands into your own lap. “It’s been twenty-four years, Marc,” you whisper. “He’s been out longer than he was in. It doesn’t mean much to anyone anymore, so long as he’s not back to teaching. I’m an adult — they can’t legally make him stay away from me after all this time, not unless he does something again.”

“This is insane,” Marcus roars. “I’m going back. I’m going to confront him.”

“Marcus, no.” You climb to your feet, this time catching his face in your hands. “I wanted you to know but I don’t want you to do anything stupid.”

“He hurt you, Sunny,” he says, gripping your forearms lightly. “Shit, I should have taken you with me when I left that summer.”

“It’s not your fault,” you reply. “Or mine. Legally, he got his punishment. It doesn’t matter how I feel about it now — he’s done his time.”

“But you…”

“I survived, Marc,” you say, the tears falling again. “It’s been hell, but I’m here. And I found you again, so that tells me I did something right.”

“I should have stayed with you. Or taken you with me,” he repeats, and you see his eyes shimmering just the same. “I wish I’d have been here to protect you.”

“You protected me tonight, Marc.” You take a tiny step closer, your body up against his. “God, I’m sorry. I should never have told you.” Letting your hands fall slack, they end up on his shoulders as you press your forehead to his chest. “It’s not on you, at all. I just… I don’t know why, but I needed you to know. Selfishly.”

You feel Marcus’ arms slip around you, careful, like you’re made of porcelain. His lips press to the top of your head, his breath shaky as he holds you again. “Not selfish,” he murmurs. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m sorry it happened. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you after. I’m sorry you’re still so scared now.” He tightens his grip, just a little. “I never stopped loving you,” he admits, and your heart skips several beats. “And now I wish I’d have told you that before, because maybe things would have been different.”

You lift your eyes to meet his again, and his face is so stained with tears your own threaten to increase tenfold. “I’m sad you left, but I’m glad you didn’t know me right after,” you say honestly. “I wish no one did.”

“And now?”

You sigh, bringing a hand to your face to wipe your cheeks. “Not perfect, but getting better.”

Marcus’ fingers flex against your spine. “Could say the same about me, in some ways.” You giggle despite yourself, and he closes his eyes. “Sorry. Very different scenarios.”

“Don’t apologize.” You drag a line over his collarbone with your fingertips. “What a fucking pair we are, huh?”

His lips quirk a bit. “Chaos as always,” he replies. He lifts your right hand, pressing his lips to your palm. “Do you want to go back? I won’t leave your side for a moment.”

You shake your head. “No. I’m sorry to miss seeing people, and we’ll have to call Kevin and apologize, but I can’t go back there, Marc.”

“You’re right,” he says. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have suggested it.”

“I need you to stop saying sorry,” you urge. “And I need one more thing from you.”

“What’s that?”

You smile softly for the first time in hours; you know, for the first time since leaving the reunion, that it isn’t the trauma speaking. “Kiss me.”

Shock crosses Marcus’ features, but they’re gone almost instantly and instead, he leans in and captures your mouth with his own, his fingers tilting your chin up to give him better access. In the moment, nothing matters anymore — the past, the trauma, the fear and the pain is all gone as the present takes control and your body reacts to Marcus, back in your arms where he belongs and holding you like you’ll disappear if he lets go.

You wake to the sunlight on your face and the feel of Marcus’ arm around your waist, his breath against your forehead. You’d spent the rest of the night making up for lost time, the conversation between kisses moving from careers to families to life in general. You’d fallen asleep first, barely waking up when Marcus helped you from the couch to his bed, only just aware enough to curl into him as he climbed in behind you.

Peeling yourself out of his grip, you slip out of his bed and down the hallway to the bathroom. In the mirror’s reflection, you see your eyes are still somewhat puffy from crying; your lips are slightly chapped from Marcus’ facial hair. Your makeup is smudged and you groan, grabbing the bar soap on the sink to wash your face best as you can, grateful when you spot a bottle of lotion that will at least somewhat make up for the harsh scrub.

Your sweater smells a bit stale, and you slip it off, grateful for the black tank you’d worn underneath it. You peek into Marcus’ medicine cabinet and find his deodorant, using just enough to make yourself feel just a little better and revelling in the spicy scent you know from him now on your own skin.

When you get back to the bedroom, Marcus is stretching, his eyes bleary as he looks down the bed towards you. “I thought you’d left,” he says, his voice thick with sleep.

You climb in beside him again, sliding your arms around him and pressing a kiss to his patchy beard. “I wouldn’t do that,” you reply. “Not without telling you.”

He strokes a line along your cheek. “Do you wanna get breakfast at Johnny’s before I take you back to your Airbnb?”

“Mm, that’d be nice,” you reply. I don’t want to go back, though. I want to stay here.

As if he can read your mind, he smiles. “You can bring stuff here if you wanna stay a few more days. I’ll pay off your room fees.” He kisses your nose. “Actually, I’d really like it if you would stay.”

“I think I’d like that too.” You hold his gaze. “Marc?”

“Mm?”

“I’m glad I came home.”

He grins, this time kissing you deeply. “Me, too, Sunny. Me, too.”

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[rinskazuu]

always imagining enemies to lovers with childe.

imagine both of you being harbingers, and you rank higher than him, cus he fucking sucks /j. anywho, he literally loves picking on you, because you get irritated easily. in return, you always beat his ass, but he really likes it, cus idk, he’s a pain whore.

back on topic.. when i say enemies to lovers, i truly mean enemies. you guys are literally sabotaging each other left and right, staying up all night planning out how to get each other killed. the moments you’re not thinking about how to kill one another, are very scarce and are rare moments.

now, the fatui decides to hold a ball, for whatever reason. that’s up to your imagination, but i’d say for malicious purposes; like seeking a target out. like i said, it’s up to your imagination. you’re dressed in your sexiest dress/suit/whatever formal attire you wanna wear.

you guys may have a little too much to drink. and oh no!!!! you end up sleeping with each other. i guess, all that planning, trying to sabotage and murder each other made you really fucking obsessed.

btw, it was brutal sex, like hate banging, so much degrading, choking, and you get the point.

the next morning, you’re absolutely regretting everything. tartar, on the other hand, is like “i knew you were into me, you just needed a little push,” and some other bullshit. now, you’re fucking pissed. but you can’t deny that there’s a new profound tension between you two.

it’s less sabotaging, and more ogling. during meetings, he’s like secretly, not so secretly, brushing his hand against your back or thigh. idk if he could brush your thigh tho, cus they seem to have meetings standing up. and if you ask me, that’s kinda weird, but that’s just me. YOU GET THE POINT.

every time you spar, he can’t help but give you a small smile, and you have to force yourself to look away. you do not want to fall in love with this man, he’s terrible, unhinged, blood thirsty. he’s not gonna ever focus on you, when all he wants is world dominance. and he can’t get that, cus you beat his ass up every time.

point is, you cannot risk loving a man who’ll never prioritize you. that’s what you believe anyway.

he falls first, and he realizes it. surprising both of you, he makes a choice to send you flowers. the next time you see him, you scold him, and tell him to not pull shit like that. he’s confused, because to him, you did seem interested. you remind him that “just because we slept once, doesn’t mean i’m into you like that.”

but, our boy childe, doesn’t give up. (that was corny, i’ll never say it again. i sincerely apologize). he chases after you, because he’s really got nothing better to do with his life. you’re literally his new obsession.

so one day, he’s had enough, and he decides to ask you. “you can’t tell me you’re not the least bit interested in me, when you have to force yourself to look away, or when your cheeks warm up after my touch. i won’t believe you, so riddle me this, why are you lying to me?”

for once, in all the years you’ve known him, you can catch the small glimmer that appears in his usually dead, blue eyes. and you can tell, he is genuinely sad.

“i can’t be in a relationship with someone, where i’ll always be second choice.” this oddly confuses him, because, he himself, doesn’t know who’s first.

“huh?” he has this really adorable puppy face displayed, and is extremely confused.

“you idiot. i admire your spirit for always wanting to fight, but i’m unwilling to love you, if you won’t come home to me one day,” your eyes darted to the ground, and hands fiddling with one another.

“so that’s what this was about. are you doubting my strength?”

“yes, i am. you lost to the traveler, who held only a dull blade. isn’t that quite embarrassing?” of course, you were only half joking. he looks at you sheepishly before pulling you into a hug.

“i’ll always come back to you, i promise.”

I ALWAYS MAKE THESE LONGER THAN INTENDED.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #childe #childe x reader #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader

[ihasafandom]

Carnage re-write P1

So I woke up today with Words in my head and instead of assisting with any of my ongoing fics my brain has decided to re-write Venom 2: Let There Be Carnage ://

So I guess we’re doing that. (Originally a quick outline; cleaning it a bit and posting on Feb 6 for @symbruary's Fix-It day)

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The movie had pretty effects and a decent soundtrack and some good action, but what it lacked was the heart and comedy of the first film (and the good good deep Venom voice, why is he so squeaky and annoying now??? (T o T) )

I’m not a comedy-writing person, and I’m not gonna be doing an actual fic or screenplay for this, so I’ll be keeping to the heart part. What gives a piece its heart I thnk are its emotional throughlines. Each character and relationship having their own story where they change from how they are at the start to how they are at the end, and having that story be concretely present and observable as the movie/book goes on.

There were hints of that in Venom2 but a lot of them fell flat, didn’t go anywhere, or didn’t have a satisfying change.

For example: both Eddie and Venom are frustrated with their relationship for X reasons. They fight, they separate, they do things on their own, but when they come back together they haven’t resolved any of the reasons that they broke up in the first place. Everything’s just magically better for no reasons and we are supposed to intuit that they are good for eachother and that they have improved as partners but we never really see that happen. Just a forced capitulation on Eddie’s part and the same traumabonding and extreme circumstances that made them work as a team in the first movie.

Another thing that sucked was how they dumped the uniqueness of certain characters and plots and emotional beats from the first movie to retread the same old tropes from everything else. Dan was unique and widely beloved in my parts of the fandom for not being a jealous jerk. He admired Eddie’s journalistic work, he dropped his dinner to do doctor work without complaint, he trusted Anne, and he didn’t fall into the stupid romcom plots even when Anne brought them up. Focused, intelligent, useful, kind, caring. A breath of fresh air. Entirely unlike how he acted in the second movie.

So let’s fix that.

Situation at the start of the movie:

Eddie is depressed, frustrated, and stressed. He is not used to being the self-control in a relationship, and is trying really hard to keep to his morals. He also needs to make enough money to keep them in food and home. He is lonely; he misses Anne and Maria and people in general since a large part of his solution to Venom is isolating them in their apartment so that they don’t eat people and don’t look crazy in public. He is spending all of his time and energy either trying to do work or keeping Venom entertained, controlled, and fed. He also might need some mood-stabilizing meds, he seemed heckin ADHD and/or autistic in the first movie.

Venom is stressed, bored, and starving. It is not used to not being able to do whatever it wants (bar keeping its head down around other symbiotes higher on the pecking order), it is not used to having to cooperated with a host, it doesn’t understand Eddie’s morals, it doesn’t understand Earth, it doesn’t understand money, it doesn’t understand human relationships and society. It needs higher quality food (mammalian, more variety, more human-specific chemicals since it’s bonded with a human), it needs enrichment, it needs to understand more about what its new situation is.

They both need to communicate and understand eachother and learn to find a balance that will get them both what they need. They also need a support system and an income stream.

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[garciaasfluffypen]

bright beginnings pt 8.

pairing: single dad!joseph quinn x fem!reader  wc: 1.4k  warnings: i don’t think there’s any!! let me know if i missed them tho. ALSO this part is still in joe’s pov

part seven • part nine

“so hold on.”

“holding.” joe took a sip of his tea.

“so in the last few months you’ve gained control of a daycare, started divorcing the witch and realized that you’re in love with your employee.”

joe practically choked on his tea. “i’m not- i’m not in love with her.”

“mmhmm…” grace chuckled. “sure joe.”

“don’t look at me like that!” joe playfully hit her on the arm while the kids weren’t looking. “i’ll admit, y/n is beautiful-“

“thats a really pretty name.”

“yes, but-”

“-you literally own the daycare, joe, i don’t think it's gonna matter in the long run.” grace took a sip from her cup. “and you haven’t had a chance to date since julia took over your life so this is basically a fresh start for you.”

joe sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. “you do have a very valid point. but-”

“nope. don’t wanna hear it. you’re gonna flirt and your gonna feel good doing it.”

“what if she doesn’t like me back?”

“from what i heard from wes, she’s got her eye on you. joe she invited you out for drinks on girls night. girls don’t do that unless they’re whipped.”

“th-there’s no way she’s whipped for me.”

grace looked at joe over her mug. “joseph. wesley told me everything about girls night. and from context clues, i can tell she’s into you.” a beat. “don’t huff at me! you know i’m right and you’re only thinking this way because julia is a-”

“choose your next words very carefully vandien, there are children around.”

“you know what i want to say and that i will say it as soon as the kids go to bed.”

joe sighed, “do you think she likes me?”

“i don’t even know her but i know she likes you back. wes told me she spent like almost forty minutes talking to you two at the bar the other night, yeah? to be honest joe, most girls don’t do that kinda shiii…uff. that kinda stuff. we tend to stick to our groups and don’t go out of the way for men. you guys kinda suck, no offense.”

“none taken.” joe shrugged. “i just… i dunno, it feels weird i guess? to think anyone would actually like me.”

“well why don’t you take it slow? just try and… dip your toe in the water?” grace raised her eyebrows. “and besides, you don’t have to do anything until you’re ready. don’t force something that could potentially backfire if julia finds out.”

joe was quiet for a moment. “do you think she would use it against me?”

“honestly?” grace was quiet for a moment. “she wants to turn your life upside down. now i’m only hearing all of this second hand since i work with her sister at lamda, but from what i heard she really wants the kids.”

“the kids she subjects to sitting in the same room for hours on end with no enrichment and barely takes care of? the ones who get learning from their father and not their mother?”

grace nodded. “i don’t know what she has against you but…”

“i can’t believe her.” joe set his mug down on the side table. “i actually can’t-”

“daddy?” riley padded over to joe, climbing up into his lap. “daddy sad?”

joe’s heart melted. “a bit sad, yes bubby. your mummy isn’t being very nice to daddy.”

“mummy being mad?”

“you could say that, yes. mummy is trying to get daddy to do things he normally wouldn’t do. so mummy is being a bit mean.”

“dat’s not nice, mummy no be mean.” riley pouted. “mummy need be nice. like you daddy. you nice.” joe rubbed up and down her back. “daddy?”

“yes my princess?”

“thomas and me stay tonight?”

“yes, you get to stay with daddy for seven extra days! maybe longer if mummy decides to be nice.”

“wot about y/n? do we getted to play with her?”

grace had to force herself not to burst out laughing as she covered her mouth with her hands, watching joe’s expression turn from mortified to amused. it did make him chuckle a bit seeing how much they loved y/n, but it honestly could be because they didn’t have a solid female presence in their home lives. julia was not meant to be a mother, but for some reason she forced the idea of being parents on him pretty early into their marriage. it could have been because her own parents were determined to pass on the bloodline, and they fully thought that joe was going to make it big. from what grace had heard, originally he was interested in her sister, lucia, but that fell through pretty quickly when her mother basically shoved him into a relationship with julia.

julia, from the small amount of time that grace had spent in the same room as her, was a major bitch. you couldn’t do anything right for that girl, and it showed. julia refused to talk to grace, even though she and joe were pretty close since she was jealous of their friendship. at least, thats what wesley had told her. if there was anything she wanted in life, it was for julia to take a goddamn hike. she never liked julia, if she were being completely honest. it was definitely so ething that made her feel so bad, especially for joe, but she knew things were goung to be turning around now that the bitch was going down.

shs bad helped joe find some of the best lawyer he could afford, and he was able to help work out the custody plan. it was a shitty one, but it was so worth it. the kids would get roughly two weeks at each parent’s house, and spend more time at joe’s when julia decided iut of the bkue she was going to travel. grace and lucia had their suspicions that julia had a boy on the side, but nothing had been confirmed yet. it could potentially explain why she was traveling so much, but nobody would know for sure until it became facebook official. grace hadn’t blocked her simply for that reason- she needed to know exactly when julia would potentially post this guy she potentially had been seeing so they could take it straight to the lawyer and make the claim that she was prioritizing herself over the kids. lucia already sent over tons of photos of the kids sitting alone in a room with a handful of toys and a tv blasting that horrid steve and maggie show that julia insisted they watch. their case was getting better and better by the second, but she wasn’t sure how much longer it would last.

“is gracie stay too?” riley perked up. “gracie bedtime story?”

“i can totally stay for bedtime tonight. we can do all the silly voices!” grace leaned over to tickle riley’s tummy. “for now though, let’s decide what movie to torture daddy with during dinner time.”

“grace… no screens during dinner.” joe gave grace a pointed look.

“but joe, auntie grace is here. they totally deserve screen time during dinner. when was the last time they got to watch a movie during dinner?”

“the answer is no. they do that too much at julia’s and i want them to actually foxus on their food and not the movie.”

“how about a movie after dinner?” grace smiled sheepishly at joe. “then we can open the guiness you’ve been hiding in the back of your pantry.”

“you’re cheeky.”

“that i am, but you love me.”

“yes, i do.” joe lovingly rolled his eyes as he stood up to go make dinner. “but i also hate you. and you owe me big time.”

“i’ll be your babysitter when you finally get the guts to ask y/n on a date!”

joe definitely did not subtly flip her off as he walked to the kitchen.

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn rpf #bright beginnings universe

[gingerylangylang1979]

Black Women & BWWM Ships

I’m a Black woman, I sometimes like interracial ships, sometimes I don’t. But I will say that race isn’t the deciding factor in me shipping the BWWM ships that I have shipped in my life. The BWWM ships I have obsessed over are Richonne, Spock and Uhura for a minute (but I got bored with that franchise super quick), and Carmy x Sydney. There is a Black woman, Tamar, on The Chosen (the only other show I currently watch) and I want to ship her with somebody because she’s fierce and it would be interesting but nobody stands out for her yet. The only core male characters close to her are Jewish (the Apostles) so I would ship her with a white man by default but honestly it wouldn’t matter to me if it’s one of them or a fellow African who joins later. 

Anyways, I’ve also hated or been indifferent to BWWM ships. A few that come to mind are Tara and Sam from True Blood (just awkward), Olivia and pretty much anyone on Scandal (I liked that show for the high drama but after a while thought her and all the boos sucked and dropped that show), and basically any BWWM pairing that seems forced (so many shows try to throw this in to be edgy or whatever and it seems token and lame). 

My point is I’m not swayed just because a relationship is interracial. I just like what I like. A couple who has chemistry, interesting parallels, partnership, a common bond, obstacles they have to overcome (any good written romance does not come easy), an interesting world they inhabit together, and they look cute together (I can be a little superficial, why not) are going to suck me in regardless of racial dynamics. 

Why am I writing this and who cares? I remember back in my days of the Richonne fandom there being a popular sentiment coming from some haters that only “desperate Black women” shipped Richonne. That isn’t even true because they are actually quite popular with all races, people are just gonna hone in on the “desperate Black women”. I remember the canon reaction videos, it was a widely diverse audience that was like “finally”. But I guess I’m waiting for that shoe to drop with The Bear fandom. There has already been some questionable posting about the pair but nothing as outright toxic and bad faith as I saw with Richonne... yet. Like, people literally calling Michonne manly. We’ve already got the sibling lameness and the they are strictly mentor/mentee claims so I don’t think the rest is far behind. 

People swore Rick and Michonne were like siblings, they made a great team but not that kind of team, it would be weird if they kiss, a romance would be forced, Michonne is gonna get the Negan bat to the head, she was Carl’s babysitter, they are too much alike, etc. Rick was also shipped with any white woman on the show or people hoped The One would show up for him all while ignoring the obvious setup that was years in the making. Now, I’m not saying any BWWM pairing can’t have legit criticism and people legit just aren’t for it (of any race because plenty of Black people are not about the swirl)... but BWWM inspire a unique disdain historically. 

A lot of people can’t imagine romance with these characters because they are sheltered TBH. I think the confusion that exists with Richonne and Carmy x Sydney in particular is because they get a Kerry Washington type being an ingenue who attracts the white lead but someone less glam in the way most of society sees glam throws them if a white man wants them. A white woman can be less than glam and they will get it. But with a Black woman it doesn’t register or make them comfortable. It doesn’t compute. It could be conscious or unconscious. I get it, I see it, I’m not sheltered. I’ve seen couples IRL that look like Richonne and Carmy x Sydney. It exists, it’s real, and it makes great fiction. Black women will support it in a story if it makes sense. 

Now, granted I do think some fetishize interracial relationships and that has its issues but I also think Black women are going to love... Black women being loved, by anybody regardless of gender, orientation, or race. We just want romance and a compelling story. If there happens to be a Black person that could be paired with a Black woman but if it just doesn’t make sense, it just doesn’t. Or maybe it could be an ok couple but it wouldn’t be as epic as the BWWM pairing being developed. We pick up on what is being given to us. 

I think if people don’t see blatant lust or intense flirting between a pair right away they assume we are imagining things. Many don’t often see the tiny sparks and hints or room for romance to grow and develop deeply for Black women characters. We are complex, too. We sometimes have to stumble, and be awkward, and push away, and be conflicted. I think any subtlety with a budding romance gets easily lost with Black women characters. When it’s a white man opposite us it can be hard for many to see it for what it is if it doesn’t read as obvious to them. But we see what we see and it just may be a fine white man and a beautiful Black woman navigating a nuanced something, something until it becomes SOMETHING. 

#richonne #twd #the walking dead #michonne #rick grimes #michonne grimes #the bear hulu #the bear fx #carmy x sydney #sydney adamu #carmy berzatto

[thenon-fictiondays]

Hirano to Kagiura light novel translation 2-3

Chapter 2: Summer preparations.

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T/N: (1) Oiwa is one of the Nihon san dai-kaidan (Japan’s Big Three Ghost Stories). She is said to have haunted her ex-husband after committing suicide due to his horrible treatment of her and now haunts the places she lived and the people who perform her story in theater.

(2) Yuki onna prey on travelers lost in the heavy snowstorms that blanket the Japanese Alps in winter. They have an otherworldly beauty, with long black hair and dark, piercing eyes. Their skin is ageless and as white as snow, but their bodies are as cold as ice. A mere touch is enough to give a human a deep, unshakable chill. They feed on life force, sucking it from human’s mouths with an icy breath that freezes their victims solid.

“Hirano-san! I’m home!”

“Oh, welcome back, Kagi-kun.”

After he had finished with club and returned to the dorm, there is half an hour before dinnertime.

Most of the time, when Kagiura has just come home, he’s rubbing his stomach out of hunger, but something is different today.

Maybe he bought something to eat on his way home, Hirano had thought, but he’d heard Kagiura’s stomach rumble, so he must be wrong.

Kagiura’s so hyped up, he starts prattling away as soon as he puts his bag down.

“Did your class decide what to do for the cultural festival? My class is hoping to do a yakitori stall, but because I’m the one who brought it up, I ended up on the executive committee.”

After club practices, Kagiura gives off the fresh scent of antiperspirant spray.

He tends to worry about it, but he doesn’t smell of sweat.

“For the cultural festival? My class is planning on doing a haunted house. Some of the guys are trying to go all out for it, so the budget’s gonna be pretty tricky.”

When he continues, adding ‘the costumes and tools seem elaborate, too’, Kagiura tilts his head curiously.

Although his physique is comparable to the taller members of the basketball club, there is still a certain boyishness to him when talking to him.

Even for Hirano, who is not by any measure easy to approach, his expressions have been honest from the beginning.

“.....A haunted house is an event for couples, isn’t it?”

Oh, so he thinks so, too.

I guess it’s normal for someone going through puberty, Hirano thinks when reflecting on the unexpected words. He hasn’t heard Kagiura say things like “I want a girlfriend” or “there’s someone I like” before.

Likewise, Kagiura hasn’t asked about Hirano’s relationship status either. If you’re living with someone and you’re together on a daily basis, you’d obviously know they’re not dating anyone.

“You wouldn’t expect to come with a group of friends, right? I’ve gone to one before, too, y’know.”

“.....With who?”

“Hm?”

“Who’d you go with? To last year’s cultural festival.”

In a split second, Kagiura’s casting him a sharp gaze, and Hirano is momentarily shocked into silence.

It’s not like he had a girlfriend, and he was managing a stall, so the whole time he’d been walking around he hadn’t had a partner.

There was a lot of shuffling around, everyone noncommittally inviting each other to hang out based on the timing of their shift changes, and having a few people going out to get food for everyone.

“I think it was with Sasaki and the guys in our class, but I don’t really remember.”

“Did you promise to go with anyone this year?”

“Nah. I mean, even you wouldn’t bother explicitly promising to go with your friends, right?”

“.....I wanna go around the festival with you.”

Ah, so that’s what he wanted to say, Hirano thinks, raising a brow at Kagiura’s endearing nature.

After all, it certainly isn’t likely that he’d go with someone from another grade unless he’s promised to do so.

“Yeah. Then, when we’re not on duty, do you wanna walk around together?”

“You mean it?”

“I don’t get many chances to hang out with anyone besides committee members and people in my year. Outside the dorms, I mean. It’ll be a change of pace.”

“Then, let’s get yakitori from my class’ stand, Hirano-san!”

“Oh? Sounds good, I love yakitori.”

Hirano says to himself, there wasn’t any last year, to which Kagiura smiles proudly.

And that is that.

“But, Kagi-kun, will you make it to the second round of judging? Can you be on the executive committee while in a club? Competition for food stalls is tight, so first years are kinda at a disadvantage. There’s a loophole that’ll let you make a coffee shop with drinks as the main attraction so you can still do food prep indoors.”

If their menu consists of things that can be prepared using a hot plate without causing a lot of smoke, it’s possible for them to do it in the classroom.

Although there are limitations on the breaker loads, there is much less competition than for the outdoor-use equipment, of which there is little.

“.....But, I wanna do yakitori.”

“I gotcha. Well, good luck. First step is the application review. Ask your teacher ahead of time to let you see last year’s proposals.”

“I’ll try going tomorrow, then. I guess the deadline is pretty soon after we start working on it.”

“That’s kinda fun too, isn’t it?”

The cooperation of the class and the preparation of the executive committee make all the difference to the finesse of their proposal in such a short time. Because they are starting right after final exams ended, there will be little impact on their grades.

The event, in which students use their own budgets and make plans for revenue—albeit on a small scale—is a type of initiative that they had not had until middle school.

If a kouhai he cares for is assertively working on something, he wants to give him advice, even if it is a little nagging.

“By the way, Hirano-san, what role are you playing in the haunted house?”

“That hasn’t been decided yet.”

The lie suddenly slipped out, but as it happens, he is in trouble with the track the conversation is taking.

Since the roles of the ghosts are rotated on a shift system, several people are required to wear the same costume for each role, and Hirano has been selected for the Oiwa-san team.

It’s better than Hanako-san, is how he’d compromised.

For this rotation, the majority of Hirano’s class will be wearing drag. If they do it poorly, it might end up being most of them.

The fact that many of the major ghosts are women is a big factor, but the biggest reason is that there are a few people who really want to polish their skills at special effects makeup. They had said that last year they wanted to make a horror movie, but were shot down in the majority vote.

For Hirano as a member of the Disciplinary Committee, it is convenient for him to be one of the scaremongers, so he can keep a watchful eye out for rogues who will hassle visitors in the dark.

Which is to say, on the day of, the probability that he’ll be in drag is high.

“I bet you’d look good as a yuki onna or something like that.”

“Don’t you have homework? Do it before dinner,” Hirano gives the grinning Kagiura a light shove before rising from his chair.

“Okaaay.”

“Oh, before that, shouldn’t you change your clothes?”

“Ah, I forgot.”

He’s probably being nitpicky, but in moments like this, Kagiura doesn’t look annoyed the way he’d expect him to. It makes it worth the effort of taking care of him.

*****

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#yeah kagi you WISH hirano would suck out your life force through your mouth #sources on the youkai are yokai.com #don't @ me if they're inaccurate i can't justify spending any more time researching just for the footnotes lmao #although i am interested so actually if they're wrong feel free to correct me #hirano and kagiura #hirano to kagiura translation #kagihira #sasaki to miyano #harusono shou #hirano taiga #kagiura akira #hirano to kagiura #shhh no one saw that #hirano to kagiura ln

[spacegoathours]

gonna ramble about calnr below the cut

bc I’m BORED and this is MY blog I do what I WANT

TW for self-harm, I think. I am not nice to my girl

edit: i sat on this for days and it’s long and stupid but i’m sick of seeing it in my drafts. every day i strive to be worse than the last ✌🏼✨

since I am the worst at writing, and really not creative overall, I struggle with stepping outside of the few things I’ve drawn which range from generic cutesy things to angsty AF

at some point I’m gonna have to suck it up and make sense of their relationship, why it’s even necessary for both of them, and what the endgame is. is this just for funsies and doesn’t matter? yes. is my brain not going to leave me alone until I make sense of everything? also yes.

like. ok. we can assume that Lard Nar has dealt with a lot of loss. he lost his home first and foremost, but it can also be assumed that he’s lost a lot of loved ones, family and friends and so on, either by imprisonment or death by Irken hand. this makes him not only opposed to commitment for fear of losing someone but especially opposed to commitment to an Irken.

at the same time we like to think that Lard Nar sees past how Irkens tend to be on the surface and understands that they’re just victims of Irken society, this awful propaganda that turns what could be free-thinking individuals into single-minded drones privy to violence and hatred of other alien races.

he knows deep down that Callie is good because she saved him during the Vort disaster. that’s highly unusual Irken behavior and the act sticks with him years down the line, even after watching as his planet got conquered and his family imprisoned. so the two views go back and forth in his mind, i guess.

obviously trusting Callie in the end is what happens since they do, eventually, have some sort of complicated relationship. once he opens up to her, that fear of losing her just like he lost everyone else becomes super exasperated, now that he’s let Callie be someone important to him.

this really sucks for him because Callie is fiercely independent and leaves the Resisty ship often. each time is either quietly leaving without anyone knowing or getting very angry and leaving, never with the intent to come back. she just wants to be left alone at first.

(tw implied self-harm below)

Callie gets into a lot of trouble while away from the Resisty. the story I keep trying to tell with her is dark; she hates herself, a lot, has no sense of self-preservation and comes back fucked up every time. most of the time she’s found by the Resisty and they have to bring her back to health again.

her background of like… forced to train hard as hell to become a top elite next to miyuki and never wanting that future, having to escape her home planet because she would have been killed otherwise, actually being killed painfully after finally finding what felt like home, waking up in a body that isn’t hers and another Irken’s mind battling with her own, and by this point assuming that the Resisty just wants to use her because she could potentially be a huge threat to the Empire…

this girl’s mental state is bad by the end of it all.

and actually, most of the Resisty hates her at first, which doesn’t help. they just got done trusting an Irken who betrayed them and nearly got them all killed (Nyx). but their captain feels that he owes Callie, she saved his life after all so many years ago, so he saves hers in the only opportunity that arises to make it possible. so the rest kinda have to deal.

after some time goes by, Lard Nar realizes that he’s gone from “ok I have returned the favor my work here is done” to “fuck I really care about you please stop hurting yourself like this”. and he does see Callie as a potential asset to their cause at first, but doesn’t press the subject. after he realizes oh fuck I have feelings for this Irken he drops the idea from his mind entirely; he just wants her to be okay. Callie, seeing no future for herself, has no interest in joining the Resisty or being in any sort of relationship.

Eventually she comes around after slowly realizing that the Resisty has 1.) learned to trust her after Nyx’s personality is fully gone and they spend more time getting to know her true self and her history and 2.) saved her time and time again without expecting anything in return, proving that they actually do care. her mental state starts to improve slowly but surely.

Callie officially joins the Resisty and goes on missions with them. somewhere in this part of the story is where she realizes how much she cares about Lard Nar in return. but emotions are very confusing for Irkens, especially those surrounding romantic feelings, so Callie doesn’t know what to do half the time. she’ll go to Laksa like “hey Nar brought me flowers from a nearby planet and asked if I needed anything while I’m stuck in the med bay and it made me feel weird what does this mean” and Laksa will be like ROLLS EYES.

this girl stubborn AF and when she understands what she’s feeling for Lard Nar is love, she’s in denial about it. her??? with a Vortian???? that’s wrong!!! it’s not, but the things you’re taught on Irk take some time to unlearn. anything between them is kept in private and even though she thinks she has their relationship under wraps, the rest of the Resisty is like “oh wow sweet gossip” and they are very aware lol.

there is a mission at some point where some Irken enforcers capture Lard Nar and keep him imprisoned for a while, and Callie rips through the prison’s guards like they are nothing to save him, and at this point she doesn’t care what people think anymore. when she saved him and some other scientists the first time on Vort she didn’t think much of it, it was just the right thing to do and she took hold of the opportunity. this time she’d stop at nothing to make sure he’s safe, even if that means murdering a ton of Irken guards, going very much against her own ideals.

the two become highly protective of each other and intermittently co-dependent because of their different traumas surrounding loss. I don’t think this makes for the healthiest relationship - sometimes one or the other will realize they’re being clingy and pull back for fear of getting hurt. it probably takes them a very long time to get to a point where the fear of losing the other becomes less important than the desire to be together.

also like…this takes a while. you can’t erase the past, and the reality is that Irkens and Vortians have a very strained relationship with each other. Lard Nar occasionally gets a sinking feeling in his gut when he’s around Callie, remembering the history surrounding the broken alliance. This is an Irken who can choose to betray his trust at any moment, and it’s not like it hasn’t happened to him personally. Callie, being on the “winning” side between the two, feels overwhelming guilt and often feels like she doesn’t deserve to be with Lard Nar because of what the Irkens - her people - have done to him.

I think I want them to have a happy ending where they can overcome their pasts, but ugh. I sure do view the IZ universe and timeline as very dark and awful and sure do love putting characters thru the horrors.

like I said before I’m bad at writing and there are a lot of elements here I want to include, which is why this ended up so lengthy, but some probably contradict others!! it’s just a string of thoughts though, so take it all with a grain of salt I guess. eventually I’ll simplify things which would make it easier to come up with ideas for writing/drawing. or just do whatever. whenever. this is literally just textbook “I want to shove my OC into every aspect of canon because I need to live” fuck it we ball

umm anyway how’d this get so fucking long. if you made it this far why did you do that. goodnight

#mina talks #a lot #fair warningggg

[pearblossommina]

ToG Read-A-Long, Kingdom of Ash, day 2

Ch 7

Dorian

Spider

Is it bad that I kinda like the spider 😂

I just think it’s cute that she told him “you can’t pronounce my name” and then instantly had a human-pronounceable name ready to give him. Girl’s been working on her human-sona all her life and now she finally has an opportunity to unveil it.

Idk, I like spooky characters that are actually friends. Suriel vibes. Hopefully she doesn’t murder them all in their sleep.

Ch 8

Reading about Aelin getting tortured is going to break my feeble heart, I might actually be too soft to endure this, it’s gonna give me nightmares.

I don’t really know Connall that well, but it sucks that Maeve had him stab himself to death. I feel bad for Fenrys too! Like ugh. Emotional damage.

Ch 9

I need a small morsel of hope to cling to right now. I hate this.

Ch 10

Hey, remember when he proposed to you while you were in dragon form

Remember when you said you wanted to slow this down

And now this is happening

Mixed signals, Lysandra

He needs cuddles

That’s what he needs

If you wanna be with Aedion you gotta go get your dragon bod on and cuddle him up

Ch 11

I’m actually kinda surprised to hear Chaol’s father is the last stronghold against Erawan. I guess it makes sense, since he wasn’t too fond of his son serving the King of Adaran… but it just seems like all the villains should be in league with one another, doesn’t it?

If they’re gonna go where witches are - I wonder if we’ll get a sweet Dorian x Chaol reunion?

Probably not. Since I think they’re in two different places and Dorian wants to go into Morath.

But maybe the witches will be nice, and want to make out and join forces!

Ch 12

Fuck, Aelin. I’m broken too. It’s good she has some fight left in her. Very surreal to see her dead mom’s ghost come to comfort her.

Rowan and the others are on the way tho! They’re near enough to feel your fighting spirit! Keep hoping, keep fighting, because babe is on his way. And he’s bringing friends.

Ch 13

They found the Crochans! Do they want to join forces!

This old witch knows exactly who Manon is!

She’s family! And she’s very welcoming! Aw!

Ch 14

Omg ok shit just got real

I think I have too high of hopes for Manon “the child of peace who’s supposed to unite the witches.” She didn’t even try, lol. Just brutally murdered those two covens. I mean - it’s fine - they were kind of being aggressive and came at them first - and maybe it was a show of faith to the Crochan’s to fight and kill so many ironteeth, but! I’m team Dorian a little bit. Team, what if those wyverns were given love and good riders. Team, just because you were raised and trained to be evil doesn’t mean that’s all you’ll ever be.

My heart goes out to him, with that severed Yellowlegs head. He’s learning the hard way that witches can be just as breakable as human women.

Ch 15

“Cyrene slumped to the ground, eyes unseeing.”

Jesus, Dorian! Chill out!

I actually did like her, lol. It’s ok, I wasn’t that attached. Maybe she taught him a little bit about shapeshifting? In her final moment? Maybe Dorian can harness the ability to shapeshift and use that to get into Morath. As a mouse, or something.

And the thing with Manon. Idk. I guess I don’t really know what it means to unite the witches and bring peace. Because some of those witches are vile and violent and deserve to be brutally slaughtered, like Manon’s grandma, who’s pretty much never done anything to redeem herself. But then, other witches are pretty chill and cool once you get to know them. They’re people too, with hopes and dreams and feelings. So I feel like just inviting the Ironteeth here to the Crochan camp and killing them impressively is NOT the way to go about it. But idk if Manon knows any other ways.

Maybe Dorian can help her, but idk.

It’s good to see them talking to each other. Their relationship needs development, lol, so I’m happy to see them developing.

#tog read along 2023 #kingdom of ash

[deamsgirl]

Hi! For the fic request thing:

Have you ever thought of writing a shigesatogou fic from Ash's POV? I love the way you write him and i think it would be interesting!

This probably isn't exactly what you were looking for since this isn't quite my usual Ash characterization (aka tired and exasperated 😂) but here ya go anyway.

“Oh, um, I—” Ash flounders, backing away as Whitney tries to wrangle him into a fourth—fifth?—dance. “I should really go now. I need to—”

“Just one more song!” Whitney pleads, not releasing her firm grip on his arms.

“You said that three songs ago,” Ash reminds her, patience running thin. He likes Whitney, don’t get him wrong. She’s a decent trainer and seems nice enough, but he barely had a chance to even congratulate Chloe and Dawn at the start of the reception before he was pulled away in random directions by what felt like half the guest list.

Normally, he’d be fine with it, but it’s almost two hours into the reception and he still hasn’t had a chance to talk to—

“There you are!” A hand slips around his waist, a familiar warmth at his back as Gary leans into him. “Leave it to you to get lost on your way to the bar, Ashy-Boy.” He flashes an easy smile at Whitney. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’m going to need cut in for this next one.”

Whitney stutters out a weak protest as Gary drags Ash further onto the dancefloor, using the arm on Ash’s waist to pull him in close. The song tempo is slow, and Ash rolls his eyes as he places his hands on Gary’s shoulders. “We could have just gone to your table or something, you know. Not that I don’t appreciate the save.”

Gary huffs out a laugh and starts to sway with the music. “Really? You don’t sound like you appreciate it.”

“No, I do,” Ash insists. Gary’s breath ghosts along his cheek, and as much as he hopes Gary doesn’t feel the way he shivers at the sensation, he knows it’s probably a lost cause with how close they are. “She wouldn’t take no for an answer. I thought I was gonna have to make a run for it.”

Gary hums, amusement still coloring his tone. “I have to say, I really questioned her judgement in trying so hard to keep you as a dance partner, but you’re not the disaster I thought you’d be.”

“Is that your way of saying I’m a good dancer?” Ash teases, turning his face into Gary’s neck when he feels his cheeks grow warm. “Your compliments still need work, Gar.”

“Yeah, I guess they do. Who taught you to dance, anyway?”

Ash pulls away a little, startled by the question. “Y—you did.”

He can tell exactly when Gary remembers, the other man's eyes lighting up with delight as he laughs, loud and genuine. Ash almost wants to hide his face again, knows he must look ridiculous and sappy, just like he always does when he can take credit for one of Gary’s rare moments of unvarnished joy.

He’d laughed just like that all those years ago too, despite the fact that Ash had stomped on his feet at least ten times as they twirled around Delia’s living room.

Ash hadn’t questioned the way his heart had pounded so hard he could barely hear the music over the blood rushing past his ears. He'd chalked it up to his own happiness at Gary wanting to share what he’d learned at the dance classes his grandfather forced him to attend on the weekends. Especially then, only a couple years before they both left on their training journeys, when time with Gary seemed to grow more scarce by the day.

Now that he’s older, though, Ash knows exactly why his whole body sings at the sound of Gary’s laugh—why he feels like the oxygen is sucked from the room when Gary looks at him so unguardedly.

“I’m a good teacher,” Gary comments finally, his expression turning playful as he takes one of Ash’s hands and leads him into a twirl.

“Gary, come on, s—stop,” Ash says, breathless with his own giggling. It takes all of his willpower to not shriek and flail when Gary pulls him in just to dip him backward. “You’re such a show off.”

“All this complaining is making me start to think you don’t want to dance with me.” Gary pretends to look around the sea of faces surrounding them. “I’ll just find Whitney so you guys can pick up where you left off.”

“Mean,” Ash accuses, rolling his eyes again. He’s about to whine a little more for posterity, but his breath catches when he’s suddenly upright again, Gary’s face mere inches from his own.

They’re so close Ash can make out the individual freckles on Gary’s cheeks and the slight gleam of sweat on his forehead. He only has a moment to think how easy it would be to lean up and finally kiss the other man before Gary beats him to it, surging forward to press their lips together.

Ash melts into it, his whole body a clumsy, boneless mess as his fingers creep along the back of Gary’s neck, tangling into the soft hair he finds there.

Gary eases back after a few moments, putting his hands on Ash’s shoulders to hold him still when Ash tries to lean back in to keep the kiss going. “We, uh, have an audience.”

“Wha—?” Ash looks around, the other dancing couples not paying them any attention.

But Gary’s right. Now that his senses aren’t overloading from their kiss, Ash feels the odd, prickling sensation of being watched, but who—

Oh.

He locks eyes with Goh across the reception hall, the younger man giving him a wan smile before turning back to his conversation with Steven Stone.

Ash has to swallow down the sudden lump in his throat before he can speak. “Hey, Gar?”

“Hm?”

“I—I don’t think Goh knows how to dance.” He bites his lip.

“No?”

Ash shakes his head.

Gary raises an eyebrow at him, lips twitching as he tries to suppress a grin. “Well, we should probably teach him then, shouldn’t we?”

Ash grins back. “Yeah, I think we should."

After a beat of silence, Gary adds, his tone wavering a little, "maybe—he doesn't know how to kiss either."

"Maybe not," Ash agrees, excitement making his pulse spike. "We should check."

Gary nods solemnly. "With our mouths."

"God, I love you," Ash blurts.

He doesn't get the chance to fret over the unintended confession, Gary threading their fingers together to drag him toward Goh's table, his cheeks dusted with pink as he mutters, "me too, Ashy. Me too."

#ash x gary x goh #ash x gary x gou #ash x gou #ash x goh #ash x gary #gary x gou #gary x goh #pokemon #fanfic #slash fic #firstfriendshipping #journeyshipping #palletshipping #shigesatogou #shigegou #shigesato #satogou

[mlobsters]

supernatural s10e3 soul survivor (w. brad buckner, eugenie ross-leming)

(i feel like eugenie and brad episodes have been on the better side of things generally? that's why i tag the writers in the post so i can theoretically go back and get a ~feel~ for how i felt in an organized fashion esp since i can't remember episodes names/numbers for shit)

priest blessing?? whatever the blood to de-demon dean also inexplicably has an accent

dean, i'm begging you, please bring your voice back up a smidge. also i really thought the demon arc was longer! probably because fic is fleshing out all that potential they left hanging

oh, jackles directed this one. he shoulda given himself notes that he's... coming across very forced in this little chat in the chair. :S

oh, sam. padalecki's been coming through on the worn down and emotional

DEAN Sam, I know you think you’re gonna try and fix me, but … did it ever occur to you that maybe I don’t want to be fixed? Just let me go live my life. I won’t bother you. What do you care? SAM What do I care? DEAN You think I’m just gonna sit here like Crowley? Getting all weepy while you shoot me up? Well, screw that. I don’t want this! SAM Yeah, I pretty much figured that out

dean's turn with the soulless(ish) desire to stay as such

speaking of forced, this weird romantic-ish tension they're trying to do with hannah and castiel is weird

margiekugel's got a neon sign and everything, fancy

wiki

Margiekugel is a beer from Wisconsin created for the show that is named after Production Designer Jerry Wanek's mom (see Leinenkugel).

okay so i thought the whole deal for the dude's wife/crowley wanting dean to do it was strange, well. okay, sam. but we know scruples go out the window when dean needs saving

cracked me up. lurking in the bushes yelling out a correction. also, jared, i can see your gum, dude -_-

i'm kinda seething along with sam because like yeah dean's trying and probably succeeding at getting under sam's skin but he's also saying stuff that isn't true and you know what a fucking uptight ass i am about things like that :p

DEAN Let me ask you this, Sammy: If this doesn’t work, we both know what you got to do to me, right? You got the stomach for that, Sam?!

or we could shaun of the dead the situation

LOL i was wondering if there was a throne. also, i paused twice because i thought the background hell-wailing in the show was one of my kids upstairs crying for me 🥴 almost a third time but i stopped myself

CROWLEY I was thinking of better days. DEMON Yes—your sabbatical. CROWLEY My what? DEMON Uh, we were worried, of course. Your misadventure with the older Winchester was quite the topic of speculation. Uh, if you’ll forgive my boldness… I could now be your wingman.

i'm just. having a hard time believing crowley was really that starry eyed over demon!dean? he's a permanent flirt but also very practical and not exactly sentimental. oh, is he still doing the human blood thing? i haven't really wrapped that into my little character model in my head for him :p

forced to have a semi-scenic stop and chat

this is so strange. he's not interested, she's making good points but then gets all grabby and close like she's gonna go in for a kiss or something

DEAN You notice I tried to get as far away from you as possible? Away from your whining, your complaining. I chose the King of Hell over you! Maybe I was just … tired of babysitting you. Or always having to yank your lame ass out of the fire since … forever. Or maybe … Maybe it was the fact that my mother would still be alive if it wasn’t for you. That your very existence sucked the life out of my life!

very effective at pushing every sore spot and insecurity. sadly didn't get much feeling out of me other than stress on sam's behalf. i fear they've broken some of my emotional attachment to the show somehow

DEAN You never had a brother! Just an excuse for not manning up. But guess what: I quit. SAM No. No, you don’t. You don’t get to quit. We don’t get to quit in this family! This family is all we have ever had!

only way to quit is to die. but even then it's probably not gonna work

self immolating demon, ok. that seems very specifically not demon like, in the slightest???

CASTIEL Just … I’ve been around humans for long enough to see how easily distractions occur. HANNAH “Distractions.” CASTIEL Emotions, feelings … They’re dangerous temptations.

and they're going to try to help save dean because... nothing to do with emotions or feelings on castiel's part? what. just because you're not interested, don't go blaming it on having ~distracting emotions~

is it time for hannah to die? is she gonna... reup castiel's grace?

sink

how old is that pie??? ew.

it's the mushy familiar music again, but this time... strings? so we've had piano twice (that i noticed), some horn-ish thing and now like.. cello?

i do appreciate that we have more pictures, with bobby and the boys as grownups together too. and it's sweet that they can just use s1 happy behind the scenes type pictures and make it sam and dean

oh, crowley can steal some grace so we don't have to have a moral crisis

mhmm

(mushy music came back briefly during the chat through the door before dean broke it down)

so i did know about the hammer via fic. jackles seemed to be having fun being on his little merry violent hunt. made think (the little i know) of his character in the boys

ok

CASTIEL Well… I see his point. You know, only humans can feel real joy, but … also such profound pain. This is easier.

(mushy music AGAIN [piano variation] at the end of dean and cas's conversation)

DEAN What did Sam say? Does he want a divorce?

very normal joke (??) to make about your brother, especially when you basically had a handfasting ceremony in a church along with the other 10 years of things like that. but we're the josie grossies for shipping it. uh huh

CASTIEL I’m sure Sam knows that whatever you said or what you did, it wasn’t really you. It certainly wasn’t all you. DEAN I tried to kill him, Cas. CASTIEL Dean. You two have been through so much. Look, you’re brothers. It’d take a lot more than trying to kill Sam with a hammer to make him want to walk away. DEAN You realize how screwed up our lives are that that even makes sense?

that "you're brothers" feels tacked on to make it seem less weird

DEAN I’m glad you’re here, man. CASTIEL Hey, maybe you should um … take some time before you get back to work. Allow yourself to heal. It’s, uh … I don’t know. The timing might be right. Heaven and Hell—they seem reasonably back in order. It’s quiet out there.

does that means it's time to trigger another apocalypse? surely need at least 3 running subplots as well. i have no idea actually, i avoid too plot specific stuff of the later seasons in fic these days so i'm not sure what's on deck

they could have milked demon!dean for more in a lot more fun ways (which i surely would have complained about, "don't tempt sam with demon blood 😭") for longer, remain surprised how quick they wrapped it up. they dragged out lying about stabbing jewel staite for HOW MANY EPISODES???? lol

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 10x03 #spn clip #spn musical score #spn bunker #demon dean #brad buckner #eugenie ross leming #spn mushy music #sam and dean mush