#but y'all can reverse everything back we know

[powchakko]

𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲..?

synopsis. greeting them after a tiring day at practice + stuff i’d like to do with them

word count. 1k

characters. tsukishima kei, akaashi keiji, oikawa tooru

warnings. reader is called princess (in oikawa's part), lil suggestive?? + mentions of a wound (in tsukishima’s part), reverse comfort, lil angst if u squint, CLICHE STUFF

notes. asdfghjkfghj first time posting my works here! hope y'all enjoy reading it heheh-

𖤐 tsukishima k.

“tadaima,” you heard a soft voice accompanied by the click of the door closing.

“kei!” you exclaimed, lips instantly tugged into a smile as you run towards your boyfriend. you crashed into him, almost knocking him backwards. “okaeri,” you said while inhaling his familiar scent and wrapping your arms around his lean frame.

tsukishima only hummed in response, though he was quick to return the embrace and press a kiss to the crown of your head.

“how was practice today?” you asked as you pulled away from the hug. but your smile vanished and transformed into a somewhat panicked expression when you saw a huge bruise on your lover’s cheek. “oh my gosh, kei. what happened?!” 

“a certain someone accidentally hit the ball towards my face,” he replied, wincing in pain as you gently laid your hand on top of the bruise, your thumb stroking the red and blue-ish skin.

“hinata?” 

“who else,” the blonde averted his gaze and sighed. “don’t worry, i already compressed it with an icepack.”

you suddenly grinned. “doesn’t look worse than that hickey you gave me–”

“urusai.” tsukishima glared at you, his face flushed red. “don’t you dare mention that.”

“i’m joking, i’m joking,” you laughed. your hand was still resting on his cheek, which, to him, somehow did a better job of making the pain hurt less than the icepack. he gingerly took your hand and guided it towards his lips before pressing a soft kiss onto your palm.

“can we eat dinner now?” he mumbled against your skin, causing you to squirm at the ticklish feeling.

“of course we can,” smiling even wider than before, you pulled your arm away and slipped it around his as both of you walked to the kitchen.

𖤐 akaashi k.

you were a little surprised when you came out of the bathroom and found your boyfriend slumped across the sofa. you were happy, of course, and couldn’t wait to eat dinner and spend some time with him. but the tired expression on his face forced yourself to postpone all the hugs and kisses you were ready to shower him with.

“keiji?” you tried, your voice soft and careful.

akaashi slowly opened his eyes, emerald hues boring into your own (e/c) eyes. he slightly pulled his lips to the sides. “hey, sweetheart.” 

“rough day at practice?” you asked again, this time making your way to the sofa. 

“hm,” the boy mumbled. you were now sitting cross-legged beside him. slowly, you placed your hands on either side of his face, guiding him to lie down on your lap. akaashi instantly melted into your touch, and you could almost see his fatigue evaporating into nothingness as he finally settled comfortably on your legs.

“tell me everything,” you said gently. your fingers were already getting to work, untangling and smoothing out akaashi’s raven locks. he let out a sigh of contentment and closed his eyes a second time.

silence hung in the air – though it felt peaceful and comforting to both of you rather than awkward. you were still busy playing with your boyfriend’s hair. knowing he wasn’t much of a talker, you didn’t press for answers. besides, wasn’t simply being there for him enough?

“i’ll tell you about it tomorrow,” he whispered. “‘m too tired right now,”

you hummed in response. “do you want to eat dinner, then? after that–”

“can we stay like this for a little longer?”

you looked down at his face, a little surprised when you found akaashi already staring lazily back at you. you smiled before cupping his cheeks and placing a quick kiss to his nose. “actually, i think i’d like that, too.”

𖤐 oikawa t.

you yelped as you felt two cold arms encircling your waist, pulling you into a tight hug. you quickly turned off the stove and pulled the earplugs from your ears before turning around, only to see your boyfriend’s face nestling comfortably on your shoulder.

“tooru?!” you exclaimed. “oh my god, i’m so sorry. why didn’t you tell me you’re home?”

he grinned, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. “i’m here now, aren’t i?”

despite his playful tone, you could see the fatigue overshadowing his features. how it made his smile look a little less genuine, how it gave him subtle frown wrinkles across his forehead, how it caused his voice to sound groggy. “tooru?” you called to him softly. “did anything happen at practice?”

that earned a small chuckle from him. “you know me so well, princess,”

“tooru…”

“tell me about your day instead,” he interjected. “mine’s too shitty to talk about.”

this didn’t seem like the oikawa tooru you knew. he’d usually protest and complain nonstop about how terrible practice was, how frustrating his underclassmen were, or literally any other bad thing about his day. something really bad must’ve happened that it caused him to be this quiet. 

“was it that bad?” you asked again, this time turning around and cupping his cheeks in your hands. they’re so cold, you thought silently. 

“not as bad as how i must’ve smell like right now,” the brunette grinned again. “i’ll go take a shower, m’kay?”

“tooru, look at me.” you demanded, tightening your hold on the sides of his face, which made him tense a little. “i need to know if something happened. please tell me what’s wrong.”

oikawa stared at you and sighed, his smile faltering. “everything,” he whispered before roughly dumping his forehead on your shoulder. “i dunno… it all just feels so tiring…”

you noticed how his fingers were rubbing the letters of ‘i love you’ on your back. you carefully lifted your arms and hugged him back, your fingers tracing the shape of a heart right below his shoulder. a silent ‘i love you, too’. 

“will a movie marathon cheer you up?” you asked after a few while. “i can make you some ice cream sandwiches, too, if you want.”

“with milk bread?” he muttered into your neck.

“with milk bread.” 

you felt his lips form a smile against your skin, and despite how you couldn’t see it, it felt more genuine this time. 

© POWCHAKKO 2023, do not copy, modify, or repost my work onto other platforms.

#akaashi's is the shortest one despite him being my fav character T^T #imo oikawa's is the best in this one lol #ASDFGHJJDFGHJK RLLY HOPING THIS FIRST POST WILL DO WELL #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu tsukishima #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #haikyuu akaashi #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #haikyuu oikawa #★ ── asha.writes

[i-amyou]

Hello my beautiful butterfly.you deactivated and I feel sad, not because of the need to read your blog, but because of the lack of your beautiful words, you are kind and sweet, I can feel that even without "knowing you", I know that you are back here temporarily, so before Leaving, I want to clear up my last doubt.

When I imagine, I know that what I imagined happens instantly. But, when I open my eyes, it seems that there is a present feeling of “waiting” to experience what was imagined, even though I realize that I am aware of this “waiting” I get confused, because if I KNOW it is instantaneous , I end up being lost. And I don't know how to reverse this situation, it seems like a cycle. I don't want to live conscious of waiting for myself to have, to be. But it's so confusing and leaves me with doubts.So, I observe and calm down, but that feeling of waiting is always present, as if telling me “Hey, you don't have it yet, just wait and see what you want, it's not here, there's a process for you to have it.” It's like a duality of thoughts and feelings, and I get frustrated at being lost again without knowing how to reverse it.

I want my being so much, I want happiness so much, so completely that I can't explain it, and sometimes I feel vulnerable, human. like the moon that longs to find the sun but always gets lost along the way, the moon glimpses the brightness of the sun appearing at dawn, but that light recedes and is lost to sight with the sunrise and the moon returns to its vast darkness, both know of each other's existence, but are unable to be together.Although both are present in each other, occurring in the same space. (That's how I feel). I've experienced silence, an empty mind, I still remember the first time I felt it, immediate happiness, I want to go home, I want to be at peace, enjoy life and have sweet dreams, but I feel lost and I can 't know how to deal with problems. I just want everything to be okay, I'm tired of the pain, tired of the suffering. We are like children, innocent, just crying and longing to return home, to the arms of our beloved mother (Being). Do you understand me?

Sorry for the text, I promised it would be my last question, I tried to summarize as much as possible. Thank you I love you. 🫂

English is not my language, sorry if the words are confusing.

– 🌙☀️🌌

(I know these words are meaningless and nothing new, I've said this before, over and over again. But for the sake of it, let me share them again. This is the last I'm sharing, going on an indefinite break after this. Sending Love to y'all ❤🌇)

Hello my glistening moon, it's okay. First of all, Breathe. You are always OKAY. I totally understand what you're trying to say. But more reading and seeking would get you Nowhere, I have something in my Notes for this and I'll add it here. Just read it, take it as pointer, and turn within. Only you can free yourself by realising you've always been free, only you can make yourself at Home by realising you never left. Let this be the LAST POST you read 🌙🌃

And with this, I'm logging off. अलविदा, अपना ध्यान रखना❤

#ask #nothingness #consciousness #awareness #beingness #realisation

[starrylayle]

Marauders Fandom > "There is no canon !!" and other rhetorics

Guess who's back in their marauders phase after 2-3 years of being dormant lmao?? ((spoiler its me lol)). Anyways, a lot has changed since 2021 in this fandom so I just wanted to talk about the direction i think it's going.

I remember in 2020-21 the fandom started to boom in popularity on tiktok --> esp with the rise wolfstar + atyd. I remember people were so suprised with remus' characterization as 'rougher around the edges' instead of the 'soft boi' thing, and how that influenced the new wolfstar dynamic. [Just want to add that the atyd characterisation is much more complex than this and its one of my fave fics --> I'm more talking about the fandom at large's reaction to this)

And since fandom is incapable of having two nuanced and characters who are not stark opposites,, their roles were basically reversed and now Remus is the toxic dom alpha male and sirius is the cute girlyboy twink --- which um,,, the oc-ification is so real its embarrassing but whatever (omg don't even get me started on jegulus 💀)). I just assumed these would stay as headcanons. But now we have people saying, that 'we barely know anything abt the marauders in canon' or 'isn't the whole point of fandom to make shit up?' which i have sO many issues with so let me just try and compile my thoughts into dot points for the sake of coherency.

'we barely know anything abt the marauders in canon' ---> First of all, Remus, Sirius and Severus are fully fleshed out characters in the og series -- why do you think people would care enough to create an entire fandom based on their backstories if they were 2d flat characters in canon?? Like bffr. I saw a post on here (forgot who it was by, let me know if u know!) that said, 'I didn't cry over sirius' death in OotP just for ppl to say that we know nothing abt him in canon'. Like, its just mind-boggling to me lol.

'isn't the whole point of fandom to make shit up?' --> Ok y'all. For a fandom to work, there have to be some guidelines, some kind of source material, some point of reference so people can build upon it and make content. I think we can all agree on that. One reason why HP is such a popular place for fandom is the world-building and potential plots/storylines. I see some people argue that jk rowling was a shit writer anyways so might as well contradict everything she says. Now, I don't disagree with that point in particular, Jo is a pretty mediocre writer and a terrible person. HOWEVERrr, I'd argue that it is a lot more fascinating when people expand or work on the concepts in HP. JK Rowling has a lot of great ideas but executes them terribly -- I love when fic writes do this, which prolly explain why I love atyd as it is still very much canon compliant but executes themes on class, disability and queerness that jkr could barely do in subtext. This doesn''t mean I only think canon compliant fics are valid. That's not the case! I think as long as the charcterization is consistent to the character and the particular circumstances/world they're in, its fine! In fact, I love seeing how the same character would function if in a different place! I also love seeing explorations of the magic and magic systems in aus or fix it fics (or even canon compliant ones) that still fit in with the canonnical system that we know.

I guess what I'm trying to say I wish the marauders fandom explored the world and charcterizations more deeply instead of creating shallow oc-fied version of the characters that fit into whatever's trending -- like just write your own book or smth lol -- booktok will eat it up i promise.

Also, kinda related kinda not but um,,, why are we romanticising fascists -- like babe no evan rosier is not your babygirl he canonnoically tortured multiple ppl and became a death eater soo... not saying that I wouldn't want an exploration of his character or even a relationship with barty -- (who's not some cool dairk-haired edgelord but a actually a cowardly fascist murderer with blond hair -- yes the blond hair is important) -- I'd just want them to be portrayed as the not morally good people they are. Like,, if u want to oc-ify a character like pick someone whos not a death eater or has little info on them like dirk cresswell or frank longbottom,,, or ya know,, one of the MANY female characters in the fandom ((This fandom also has a problem with women and sapphic ships in general but that's a whole other issue lol).

I know this 'babygirlification' of death eaters doesn't mean to do this, but it also ends up watering down the themes of oppression, bigotry, etc and leaves us with not nearly as complex characters. Also one of the issues I had with the og HP world is that JK will introduce concepts like wizard racism and slavery and then just like,, not really do anything about it or just have half-arsed redemption arcs whilst not ever actually exploring the root of the issue. And now i feel like the fandom is following in those footsteps unfortunately.

Anyways, i've been rambling for too long so I'll just leave it here. Sorry if this came off as mean spirited in anyway,, I just have a lot of thoughts™ and my family is sick of hearing them lol. These opinions are not set in stone however so I'd love to hear your thoughts on this subject! At the end of the day this is fandom and we're supposed to have fun -- so yeah !! thanks for reading if you made it this far!

#marauders #marauders era #the marauders era #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #unpopular take #i think #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #rosekiller #marauder headcanons #marauders hcs #james potter #atyd #atyd fandom #lily evans #sorry yall i dont know how to tag #jegulus #?? #I mentioned it briefly #fun fact my first post on this app was a long post on how much i hated jegulus in choices #but then i deleted it coz it was a bit too mean spirited lol #anyways #I do love me some transfem/gender fuckery sirius #just don’t like cute little uwu sirius #femininity ≠ being weak or whatever #plus it’s not in sirius’ canon character to be uwu #so yeah

[atlasdoe]

Things that The Marauders fandom say that pisses me off

warning: i will not be holding back. if you are sensitive do not read. feel free to disagree or anything in the replies but don't be a dick

i'm only doing this cause i'm bored and have a lot of rage in me

also just to be clear if we're mutuals then i'm not on about you :)

"It's so sad that one of the only things we have in cannon is the prank"

or something along those lines. If knowing that the prank is cannon makes you upset then I have some great news for you. Nobody cared about the prank in cannon!!!! it's literally just another Tuesday for the Marauders and not once does anybody lose any friends or hold any grudges about it!! yay, now you can sleep at night!

"Dumbledore raised an army of children twice"

I've already spoken about this before but for anyone who wasn't here please know that this is a lie! Neither time did Dumbledore raise an army of children. You had to be an adult to join The Order and although the Marauders were young they were not children. As for everyone else, their ages are not confirmed. We are the ones who made Marlene and Dorcas the same age as them. For all we know The Marauder's could've been the youngest in the Order by far. As for the DA, Dumbledore literally had no part in that. It was Hermione, Harry and Ron who made the DA. All Dumbledore did was take the blame for it because they named themselves after him

"Dumbledore could've helped Regulus, Evan and Barty"

Firstly it amazes me how these three are the only Death Eaters yall have any sympathy for. I understand Regulus to a point considering we only really hear good things about him from Kreacher but with Evan and Barty genuinely what makes them so special?? Evan is in the exact same pool as Wilkes and y'all don't give a shit about them. Also Barty helped resurrect Voldemort and tortured Frank and Alice. Either way regardless on if you like them or not trust me when i say that if they would've gone to Dumbledore for help he would've helped them. When have we ever seen Dumbledore turn somebody down because they were a Slytherin. This man literally tried to help Draco as he was about to kill him and help the Death Eaters take over Hogwarts. Dumbledore doesn't know everything and he's never passed on the chance for a new spy.

"This fandom is misogynistic for making Lily/Tonks bad mothers/surrogates"

Fanfiction does not equal headcannons. Just because Lily or Tonks are bad mothers in a fanfiction does not mean that the author dislikes them or thinks that they're a bad person in cannon. Also reading about your favourite ship raise a child is a very common trope in fanfiction and as much as Harry and Teddy are Lily and Tonks children they are also James and Remus'. James and Remus are just as responsible for their children and I see nobody batting an eye when the roles are reversed. On top of all of this, Lily and Tonks were young mothers and it's very likely that they would make mistakes or in other universes not be as good as they were in cannon. That does not make them bad people nor does it make them unworthy of being liked. If you don't like it, don't read it cause i know that nobody is saying that Regulus and James raised Harry in cannon.

"Marlene/Dorcas/Mary/Evan is so underrated!"

No they're not. They're mentioned like once or twice. If anything they're incredibly overrated. Nothing wrong with that. Just facts

"Jily is dying out because people are scared to go against Jegulus"

Don't make me laugh. Jily is one of the only cannon ships we have they are literally the blueprint to the entire series. Jily is not dying out, you're just seeing more Jegulus posts because you keep interacting with them and fucking up your own algorithm in order to argue with people in comment sections

"[Insert ship here] need to stop hating on [Insert another ship here] (same with characters)"

I remember one time in the Riverdale fandom when a Bughead shipper did an interview with a magazine pretending to be Lili Reinheart and told this magazine that Bughead will be cannon just to piss the Barchie shippers off. Y'all would not survive "real" fandoms. Just because somebody doesn't like your ship does not make it hate and even if someone does say something like "Jily is trash and I hate it" so fucking what?? it's one person and trust me there is another room on the internet for the both of you. I don't even think I've seen anyone truly post hate about a ship since 2020 when i was in the instagram fandom and the Wolfstar and Blackinnon shippers had each other by the throat

"Jegulus came out of nowhere and I don't understand why people ship it"

Jegulus has been around for as long as i have (2018) and at least to me it's very obvious why people like it. It's the best friends brother, opposite sides of the war, secret relationship, forbidden romance tropes that people love. it's not that hard to understand. And as I said before we know just enough about Regulus to get some sense of what he was like but not all of the bad parts.

"Sirius was tall but Remus was TALL"

There's nothing necessarily wrong with this. I just hate it. Especially if you're commenting on somebody's post about how Sirius is canonically tall. Half the time, unless they say it themselves, they don't think that Remus is taller and don't care if you do

that's all i've got for now. i may do this again :)

#the marauders #harry potter #the marauders era #marauders #wolfstar #remus lupin #james potter #jegulus #sirius black #regulus black #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #lily evans #albus dumbledore

[nescaveckwriter]

Paintbrushes And Romance 🥰🐞 - Part 8

Dean x Fem/Reader

Part 8 🥰🐞

A/N: Everything is happening all at once 😱 - Also side note - thank you for all the love, support... Y'all have been a Blessing 🥰

Warnings: Anger, swearing, violence, blood, scary surroundings, hospitals🙈

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Damnit, Damnit, Sam hit's the steering wheel, Dean was afraid that bastard is going to do this, saying out loud, speeding to the Sheriff's station, I need to check up on him, make sure his not doing anything stupid! As the lawyer of the family, Sam is the more level headed one, while Dean has his Dad's temper.

Pulling up to the parking in front of the station, he doesn't see Dean's car, he reverses his car, and before he even realized it, his driving like some race car driver, to Dean's house.

Trying to call Dean, but no damn answer. Oh please, don't let him do anything stupid, he sends up a little prayer.

.....

The vibration of the ringing phone, brings it closer to the edge of the pooling blood on the ground.

....

Sam is pulling up into Dean's driveway, he spots the Impala, getting out of his truck, he runs towards the door.

His heart pounding in his chest when he sees his brother sit- laying against the car, blood glistening on his shirt, what the hell! Escapes his lips, he runs towards his brother, falling down onto his knees, almost to scared to check for a pulse, what if, Sam bites his lip, checking, damn he stil has a heartbeat. Sam gets up, hooking his big hands underneath Dean's arm's, carrying him to his truck, there's no time for the ambulance to get here.

Driving, like hell, to the hospital, checking the mirror to see if he's brother is still breathing. Come on man, just hold we are almos there, come on!

Pulling into the emergency services drop off, barely braking in time, he jumps out of the truck, and opens the back door, his brother's skin colour almost ghost like, he yells for someone to help, him.

Running towards him a nurse, she looks at Sam and the man who clearly needs urgent, care. Get me a gurney she shouts, two other men come running and they help to get Dean on the gurney, they rush him into the hospital, saying something about a GSW to the chest, and the amount of blood lost.

For a moment Sam just stands there, looking at his bloodstained hands. I can't loose him, he whispers underneath his breath.

.....

Standing in the hallway of the hospital, hearing the doctor say, that Dean has lost a lot of blood, suffering from a punctured lung, and that he needs to go in for surgery, is more than Sam can take, you better fix him doc, he angrily says, I can't loose him, not now, not ever, just fix him! The doctor just nods and says in a calm way, I'll do everything I can, and walks away.

The huge man that he is, falls to the closest chair, his hands covering his face, almost makes him look childlike. I... I should've got to him earlier, I should've done more, his voice breaking now, Dean has always been there for me, always damnit. I just can't, he can't...

Sam feels a hand on his shoulder. Looking up he sees Pastor Cas. Hey, Sam say's with defeat in his voice. You okay Sam? Cas asks with concern in his voice.

Its, its Dean, he's been shot, its bad Cas! Shock and worry visible on his face , that's his best friend! What? How? Sam gets up, I don't know, but if I find that bastard I'm going to make sure, his locked up and throw away the key, anger rolling over his lips. Looking at this huge man clearly spinning out of control, Cas puts his hand on Sam's shoulder, gesturing he should take a seat, saying all we can do now is wait and pray. Even though there's a storm of worry brewing inside of him, after so many years of being in the ministry he knows how to stay calm, even if he struggles sometimes with the fact, of why bad things happens to good people. They're both sitting in silence, thoughts racing, while waiting for some news!

.....

What's taking our bug so long tonight, she looks at Bill her husband, I don't know honey, she's always late, he says laughing a little, she'll probably be here soon.

I know darling, she says, but I'm just worried about her, her heart is broken, you should've seen her today, the question's, the tears, the sadness in her eyes, it broke me to see, what that man has done to our little girl, sadness all over her face...

Bill coming closer to hold his wife, Oh Caroline, sweetie, I hate seeing the girls in my life so sad, she'll be okay, you'll see my love, while comforting his wife, his thoughts wander to two days before the break up, where Dean called him, asked him to meet, that day Dean asked for his daughter's hand in marriage, a few threat's and laughter later, he agreed to Dean taking his daughter and making her his wife, knowing that's what will make his baby girl happy, he was at peace.

That's why when the news came that Dean broke up with her saying he's not happy with his life and the thought of having a white picket fence life, was making him miserable, he knew there was more to the story.

His wife pulling away from the embrace , interrupts his thoughts. I'm going to give her a call Bill she said. Alright honey, while you call her, I'll take a taste of this delicious dinner, he says with a mocking smile.

He was just about to take a spoon to taste the lasagne, his daughter's favourite, when he heard a scream from his wife's lips, running over to the kitchen where he found her on her knees, tears streaming down her face, look of despair and fear on her beautiful face, barely audible, he hears her say, she's been taken, again, shock in his voice , wha... What do you mean, grabbing the phone out of his wife's hands, reading the message.

Damnit! Anger boiling inside of him, the phone flung to the wall, before he could say another word, he hears his wife gasping for air, holding her chest. Love! He kneels done, picks her up, grabbing his car keys on the table, let's get you to the hospital, saying calming, knowing she needs that more than, the anger he feels, luckily they live about five minutes away from the hospital.

Arriving at the hospital, running to the passenger door, he picks his wife up, runs into the emergency room, I need help, his deep voice filled with urgency, She's not breathing Damnit, do something, a man came running to him, put her down here, gesturing to the bed, on his white coat a gold plated name tag, reading "Dr Stone" .

After what feels like hours to Bill, the doctor said to him that his wife had a severe panic attack but he gave her something to calm her down a bit! Thank you Dr Stone, Bill said with relief in his voice. Its a pleasure and please call me Gabriel he said with a welcoming smile.

After making sure, he's wife is calmer now, he walked out of the ER, into the hallway, in order to get the phone he left in the car, he needs to call, Joe his son , fill him in on everything that happened.

Almost at the exit he sees, two familiar looking men, its Sam and Cas, anger boils inside him, all of the sudden he wants to punch Dean, not really making sense of why, but maybe because if he was with his daughter, looking after her, like he promised he would, she wouldn't be taken!

Where's your brother Sam! He shouts with an angry voice. Sam barely looks up at Bill, mumbling something.

Grabbing Sam's shirt, what did you say?

Sam, towering over the old man, irritation in his voice, I said he's dying damnit! Sam retreats, he can't believe he just said that.

Cas getting up from he's chair, wide-eyed and sadness over his face, Bill he said Dean's been shot and they're currently operating on him.

I'm so sorry, Bill looks over to Sam and then towards Cas, What happened? Disbelief in his voice!

We, don't know who shot him, but he's in surgery, we are praying that everything goes well, says Cas giving a little smile.

I'm truly so sorry to hear, Bill says.

With curiosity in Cas's voice he asks Bill what he was doing here? With sadness and fear striking over Bill's face he tells them the story of how his wife couldn't take it when they received the message from their daughter, claiming the danger she's in.

Shit! Sam said , I'm so sorry, with everything that happened with my brother I completely forgot it!

That's how I found him, actually, I got the forwarded text from Eileen, Oh Shit Eileen! I haven't texted, or video called her, she must be worried sick! Sam excuses himself and walks away!

Cas now standing there shock on his face, how is this possible? I just saw her a couple of hours ago! I don't understand!

Bill interrupts him, yeah neither do I damnit, where do I start looking for her?

....

A couple of hours later, the sunrise, seeping through the big hospital windows, Sam's sitting holding Eileen, worry deepening on his face, Cas's head against the wall with his eyes closed, John holding his wife Mary, tears still visible on her cheeks, Caroline's head resting on Bills chest, she wanted to be close to Mary just incase she needs a friend, so Dr Stone said it was okay, he will check on her every now and then, and he kept his promise.

After so many tears cried, and frustration and anger outbursts, all they can do is wait and sit in the uncomfortable, thinking the worst, silence.

Eileen is the first to see the surgeon, coming closer she sign's to Sam that he is here. Sam gets up!

Everyone waiting with anticipation, exhaustion clearly on the surgeons face. He looks at Sam, and say with a tiresome voice, the operation went well, though there were a few complications and and severe blood loss, we almost lost him there, but he's a fighter, a smile forming on his thin lips.

The next few hours is critical, we are going to keep him in a sedated coma, until we are happy with his vitals, you can go and see him, but only family members. He smiles, and starts to walk away.

There's sigh's of relief and happy tears, rolling over the women's cheeks!

Mary, gasps for air, seeing her eldest son lying there, so many tubes, cables and monitor's connected to him, his pale, lips slightly blueish, but he's thankfully breathing, she thinks!

She turns to John, worry-some look on his face and then to her youngest, the look of defeat and anger in his face, no sign of the dimples, that always forms when he smiles.

Mary pulls a chair closer, taking Dean's hand into hers, hey baby-boy, I'm here she whispers into their hands, the pain of seeing him lying there just gets to much, and she can't fight the tears no more, it start flowing freely down her face!

Sam walks out of the room thinking he needs some air, he's barely out in the hallway when he sees Jack running towards him.

Is Dean alive? His words barely audible. Guilt and sadness written all over his face!

Jack! How'd you know about Dean, we haven't told anyone outside the family, Sam says, confusion in his voice.

I'm sorry, Jack's voice sounded shaky, I had no choice!

What the hell do you mean you had no choice, what does that mean me? Sam's voice sounded heavy.

I shot Dean! He exclaims, but I had good reason.

A good reason, to shoot my brother, he's face hardens, before thinking it through, it took only one punch for Jack to hit the ground! But Sam didn't stop there, he just kept saying you bastard, and kept punching him.

John and Bill had to drag Sam off Jack, he's face was a bloody pulp and well for Sam's fist , it didn't look much better.

.....

Good morning Vietnam! Come on now sunshine, wake up for me, you sleepy head! He says with a little laugh

You hear a man's voice but it doesn't sound familiar really, what? Confusing in your voice. Trying to adjust your eyes, barely seeing anything but darkness, it feels like you have a hungover, you body hurts, and you feel stiff.

Ah, how rude of me, let me take the blindfold off, he says with a smirk.

Remembering what happened, you try to bolt up but then realize your feet and hands are tied.

Taking in your surroundings, you are tied up in a steel cage, and there's a table in the one corner, and hooks hanging from the roof.

Welcome to your new home for the next few weeks, make yourself comfy, he laughs.

Breathing in and out silently, trying not to give away the fear you feel inside, eyes spitting fire, when you say, mind untying me, so that I can make myself comfortable.

Ummmm... Let's first see how you behave! He says mockingly!

Sorry for waking you so early, but I have some exciting news to tell you, he kneels down to your level, grabbing ahold of your chin. His smile sort of devilish.

Feeling his fingers tightly gripping your face, searching his eyes, for what he means , but you couldn't prepare yourself for the words that came out of the jerks mouth...

#Spotify #spotify #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #jared padalecki #jensen ackles x reader #sam and dean #benny lafitte #castiel spn #dean winchester imagine #eileen leahy

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Scared- Bakugou Katsuki

Everything was normal, or somewhat. It was only a few days at camp, everyone was excited. You were partnered with Bokugou and Todoroki. You were now laughing how easily Bokugou and Todoroki got from a jump scare from Class B. That's when everything took a horrible turn. Villains began to attack from every angle. With your quirk it was easy to figure out which way they were coming. Bokugou kept you near him as they walked through the forest. The poison gas didn't really help much, nor did the darkness. None of you knew where you were going. Or why they were here until you got close enough to a villain. "Baku.... they are here for you."

"How did you know?"

"My quirk gives me ability to read minds. You need to go." He looked at you eyes widen as fear clouded yours.

"I'm not just gonna sit back and do nothing. No one is gonna get hurt while protecting me!"

"Bakugou, you should listen to her."

"No."

"I don't want you to die!" You gasp as you were flung backwards.

"Y/N!" You looked up gasping as you see Tokoyami and Dark Shadow.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I have no control." Dark shadow picked up the villain you were facing and threw him around a bit, before throwing him against a tree.

"Not enough! It's not enough!" Bakugou and Todoroki acted fast using their fire to draw out light making Dark shadow retreat.

"Y/n!" Bakugou ran over to you crouching down. "Are you okay?"

"I'm so sorry." Tokoyami bowed in front of you, you let out a soft smile.

"If I can't handle getting thrown around when you're at your best Tokoyami then I don't need to be a hero. I'll be fine. We have more important matters right now. Baku, we need to get you back to camp. Back to Mr. Aizawa. Please."

"Fine, only because I'll be taking you there." He was worried about you, everyone can tell.

"Shoji. I apologize. You, too, Midoriya. I'm still far too immature. Anger consumed me. And I let my Quirk take over. The influence of the darkness, combined with my fury, spurred Dark Shadow into a frenzy. Until...it got so strong, I couldn't contain it. And I ended up hurting Shoji."

"We'll deal with that later. That's what you'd say if our roles were reversed." Shoji cut off Tokoyami's apology. Bakugou helped you to your feet You sighed resting against him.

"Okay. I don't know if you heard Mandalay, but I found out the villains are after Kacchan."

"I also found out from one of the villains mind."

"Bakugou? Are they trying to kill him? Why?"

"I'm not sure. But I think we should get to camp, like Y/n suggested. It's the safest place now, so long as Vlad King and Mr. Aizawa have regrouped there."

"I understand. So our mission is to get Bakugou back to safety by serving as his protectors."

"It's possible the Pussycats are still fighting in the clearing. Going that way would draw the attention of the villains. Plus, it's longer. We should cut straight across."

"We don't know how many enemies there are. We might come across some by chance."

"We can use Shoji's search ability. And Todoroki's freezing power. And, if Tokoyami's okay with it, we can always use Dark Shadow, now that we can actually control him. Along with Y/ns mind reading if you're up to it. Honestly, with a group like this, we could probably even go up against All Might."

"I'd be fine by myself!" Bakugou shouted at them, but you paid no attention to him.

"We'll surround you as we walk." You told him.

"I don't need any of your protection, dammit!"

"Let's go."

"Don't ignore me!"

"Just make sure you keep up." Todoroki said after her followed Midoriya, Bakugou and you behind him and Tokoyami and dark shadow behind y'all.

"Don't tell me what to do."

"We'll get everyone back safely. If we can do that, that's all that matters." You ended up running into Uraraka and Tsu. You looked at the villain before the wind was knocked out of you again. Your eyes widen as Bakugou and Tokoyami got caught.

"Baku.."

"Nice tick eh?"' You felt wind hit you face, you were flying. "I took the lad you're talking about with my magic. A talent like his would be squandered were he cast as a hero. We'll provide him with a grander stage where he can truly shine."

"Give him back! Along with Y/n and Tokoyami."

"Give them back? What an odd thing to say. They don't belong to anyone. They're their own person. Don't be so arrogant."

"We will stop you."

"Right now." Todoroki used his ice to make a ice wall.

"Why the aggression? We merely wish to show him that these are options besides the fanatical world of heroism he's drowning in. It's important to choose a path that aligns with your core values, after all.

"It's not just Bakugo. Remember, Tokoyami's gone! And he has Y/n."

"He snatched three of our strongest classmates without a sound. What power is this?"

"If you're monologuing because you think you've beaten us, you're mistaken."

"A bad habit of mine. I was once an entertainer, you know. Taking Tokoyami was a bit of improv on my part. But Y/n... she's dear to the boss. Moonfish. Our dear "blade tooth." He may not look it, but he's a dastardly death row devil who's last appeal was denied. When I saw the avian take him down so easily and violently, I decided he should join our troupe."

"You bastard! You can't take them!"

"Midoriya. Calm down. Here, take this guy for me." Todoroki handed Uraraka the boy he was carrying. He created another ice wall towards the guy this time.

"Apologies." Todorokis eyes widen as the man appeared above it. "But slight-of-hand and escapology are my specialties, not combat. I'm not foolish enough to fight hero candidates from UA. Vanguard Action Squad. I've acquired our target. Our little show has officially come to a close. Meet me at the retrieval point in the next five minutes for the final bow."

"They're going to take them. Our friends. They can't!"

"You're right. We'll stop them."

"Baku.."

"Oh, your still conscious? Tough one you are."

"We can't give up. Not now. We have to catch him... and get our friends back!"

"But he's pulling farther ahead with every second."

"Uraraka. You have to make us float."

"Huh?"

"And then, Asui. You launch us as far as you can using your tongue!"

"Ribbit?"

"Shoji, hold me and Todoroki and use your Quirk to correct our trajectory through the air. Measure the distance with your eyes, Uraraka. And then, when the timing looks right, release us!"

"I see. Human bullets."

"Wait, Deku. You're still going to fight with those injuries?"

"He's in bad shape. I wouldn't be surprised if he lost consciousness any moment now."

"Midoriya. You stay here. With that much pain, you--"

"Trust me, I don't feel any pain right now. I can do this. Hurry!"

"Wait, Deku. Here!" Uraraka tore her shirt and grabbed sticks using them to straighten his broken arms. "Okay. Go ahead, Tsu."

"Make sure you've got a good grip on them."

"Shoji, grab Y/n when you can1'

--

You opened your eyes to see you were on the ground, you tried to stand but someone placed a hand on your shoulder You looked up to see it was Todoroki. "Shoto?"

"They have Bakugou still, and Tokoyami. We tried to fake them out, but... it didn't work."

"Baku? And Toko?"

"They said you were wanted by their boss. Any ideas?"

"No. None." You stood up wincing as you did so. You looked at the guy next to the one who took you. Shoji used this as the time to use his quirk and punch the guy who has them. Deku ran and grabbed on as Todoroki moved to grab the other. The one with the scars managed to get him before Shoto. "No!" You watched as Bakugou appeared, Deku took off to him you a second later. "Kat!" He looked at you with terrior on his face.

"No, stay back. Deku. Y/n." You were grabbed by the waist as Deku fell forward. Bakugou disappearing into the blackness.

"No... Baku.." You tired body finally catching up to your tired mind as everything went black.

--

You woke up in the hospital confused, before the memories came flooding back, you let a silent sob, you were so close. So close to saving him. So close to be able to hold him and say he's okay. He's safe. Hot tears streamed down your face as his scared face flooded your mind. "Y/n...?" You looked at the door to see Todoroki and Kirishima.

"Kiri? Todo?"

"Oh good, you're awake." They began to tell you their plan to save Bokugou.

"I don't think I can join you guys."

"What why? Don't you want to save Bakugou?" Todoroki placed his hand on the red hair shoulder making him look at him.

"Of course I do... I want to save him as much as Deku does... but... I feel as if my body can't... I'm badly injured. I can tell that much. So if you do go and save him... bringing him back to me please." Both boys eyes widen as you looked up at them tears falling but a small smile formed on your face.

"We will, I won't let you down again." Todoroki grabbed your hand smiling down at you.

"Be safe. Please. Do you plan to ask Deku?"

"We do. The whole class was here earlier they headed to him now, we're about to head that way and ask."

"Bring him home safe, please." They nodded and walked out the room. You looked at the window for the past day, making sure your up when they bring him back. Once they did Bakugou didn't care about his small injuries instead he made sure he went straight to you. Aizawa and All Might followed him. They stopped when he stopped at your door, he opened with force making you look at him. Tears already clouding your vision. "You're back... Baku..." You tried to get out of bed, Bakugou immediately ran towards you, cupping your face into a long passionate kiss. Aizawa and All Might looked away awkwardly. You grabbed onto his arms as he deepened the kiss, bringing your body closer.

"I don't know what I'd do if they told me I'd lost you."

"I'm here... you're here." You looked up at him smiling as tears fell once more. "You're here."

"I'm here. And I don't plan to go anywhere."

"I was so... scared." He held you tightly as you cried into his chest.

"I know. I'm sorry for scaring you."

"No... I was scared for you... I don't know what I'd do if i lost you..." You repeated his words to him, Bakugou felt tears fall from his eyes as well. "Listen to me next time, okay?"

"Let's not let there be a next time." Aizawa told the two of you as doctors appeared at your door panting finally catching up to the heroes.

"Katsuki Bakugou, we need to do check ups on you."

"I think he's fine." All Might told her as Bakugou held you close. "I don't think he's leaving her side anytime soon."

#fluff #angst #confessions #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou #mha #the legue of villians #mha imagines

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Mistake -P4-

Mistake -P1- Mistake -P2- Mistake -P3 Mistake -P4- (Final)

Pairing: Finn Balor x Fem!Reader x Seth Rollins

Warning: Angst/Fluff, Make-up. Happy endings.

Word Count: 3,046

Summary: The match is scary, but who wins your heart? (Sorry if the summary sucked!)

A/N: I let you guys choose your ending because I couldn't decide who I wanted to end up with! Hope You Enjoy!

The day is here.

The day where Finn and Seth fight for you. You didn't want this to happen, but this is how it's gonna be.

You weren't gonna lie when you say you still have some feelings for Seth. He was your first everything, but Finn on the other hand was your everything. He picked up the pieces that Seth left and built you back up. He did everything Seth couldn't imagine.

All these thoughts had your head in the gutters. You just wished none of this ever happened. Maybe if you never came back, Baron wouldn't do all of this. Why is Baron even after you in the first place? You haven't done anything, but beat Lacy.

Too much was on your mind and the match was about to start. Triple H has convinced you to sit at ringside to spice the match up even more. You began walking to the gorilla, but was stopped by Becky. "Hey Y/n, can we talk real quick?" You took a deep breath and nodded your head. You haven't talked to Becky since the whole Seth incident the first time.

Y'all walked into a private room and she began talking. "In all seriousness, as a woman, I'm sorry for Seth. I don't mean to get in between it and before you ask, yes we were having an affair." You bit your lip, letting her talk before you said anything.

"We were only together because Vince told us too, but after he 'retired' and Triple H took over. He didn't like the idea of us being together." It was all making sense to you now. Becky didn't want to play the flirting game with Seth. She was doing it because it was her job.

“I'm not mad at you it's just...why didn't Seth say anything?" Becky only shrugged her shoulders not knowing the real thing. "I thought you knew, but if I knew that you didn't, I would've told you in a heartbeat." You nodded your head, forgiving her. "It's alright. Thank you for telling me." You two shared a hug before going back.

The conversation with Becky lifted a bit of weight off your shoulder, but now your music started to play. Fans cheered as you walked out, looking sad. Everyone could tell, you didn't want this to happen.

You sat at the commentary, greeting Michael Cole and Braxton. Braxton began reading off his notes of questions to ask. “Hello Y/n, how are you feeling about the upcoming match?" You sighed, shrugging your shoulders. "I don't know. I would've never thought two men or anyone would be fighting for my love."

Fans could agree on your statement. "Well, who do you want to win in this match?" You froze. You couldn't think of an answer. You loved Seth, but at the same time you loved Finn. "No comment." Just then, Seth's music started to play. Fans cheered/booed as he made his way to the ring.

Before he got in the ring, he came over to you and kissed your cheek, laughing. You didn't try to stop him, knowing it was probably the last kiss you'll ever get from a man you once loved. Finn's music was to play next and came out like he was playing no games. He walked over to you and kissed you on the LIPS.

You were just as shocked as everyone else as he walked in the ring. There were no taunts, no smiles, no laughs, just seriousness.

There were many scary moments that had you and fans on their feet, like when they would go under the ring and grab chairs or attempt to hit each other with their finishers. You would think it was the end of the match until one reversed. "Y/n, what will happen if Seth wins? Will you forgive him after the year he put you through?" You took a moment and thought hard at the question.

As your mother always said, 'Everyone deserves a second chance.' Maybe over the year he's changed and become a good guy. "I don't know, I might consider trying again." Fans gasped at your answer knowing Finn wouldn't be so happy if he lost.

If Seth Wins

The match had its ups and downs. With Seth hitting multiple curb stomps and pedigrees on Finn, but with failed attempts on covering, he decided to pull out the big guns. After he knocked Finn down for a while, he grabbed two tables and stacked them on top of each other.

He couldn't believe he was doing this, but when you fight for something you want, you will do anything to get it, especially when it's you.

He dragged Finn over to the ropes and stood up with him in a pedigree position. He jumped, successfully hitting the finish. He looked at you, dead in the eyes, pinning him for the win. It was like silence came over the arena as your mouth dropped open.

You could believe Seth won and it wasn't that you doubted him, it was that you didn't think he would fight so hard and go to the length he did. Your body froze in time as you heard the ring announcer, saying that he was the winner. You couldn't take it anymore, getting up and running backstage.

Fans watched in anticipation, as Seth chased after you. You tried closing the door to a locker room, but Seth was quick to grab the door. "Hey, I won my match, you saw me out there and that means you're mine now." His heavy breathing was the only thing heard in the room as you looked at him.

“Look, I know that I've hurt you in the past, but I'm trying to get better, I'm trying to make you see me like the man I couldn't be a year ago." You listened to his speech, thinking he really might change. "I just want you to give me another chance so you can see how I'm the perfect man for you like you are the woman for me." He grabbed both your hands, ignoring how hot and sweaty they were in your soft ones. "Please, give me another chance."

You looked in his eyes, seeing sadness in them. You wanted to believe him so much, but the thoughts of last time came to mind. "How do I know you're telling the truth? Becky told me about the storyline. Why didn't you tell me?" The hurt in your voice was evident as you looked at him for answers.

He was only quiet, not responding. "Why Seth? Why keep that from me? We could've been together if you just told me from the beginning!" He sighed, knowing you had a good point. "I-I know and I'm sorry for-" You harshly took your hands out of his. "You can't just keep apologizing, if you're not gonna show me!” You were tired of him saying how sorry he was, but not doing anything to show it.

Seth held back an annoyed breath. “And that's what I want. A chance to prove to you and show you I changed." You took a deep breath, taking all of this in. You could give him another chance. "Okay. One chance." Seth huffed out in relief, throwing his head back.

He brought your hands to his mouth, kissing them furiously. "Thank you, thank you so much, I promise I won't let you down." You two stood there for a moment, looking at each other as you could hear the fans in the arena.

Seth began to lean forward, bringing you into a kiss, but then stopped after realizing what he was doing. "S-sorry." You nodded your head looking at the ground. "Just, baby steps. Let's take it slow." 'Baby steps', Seth repeated, putting his forehead against yours. It was gonna take a lot of time to get used to this, but just go slow and make progress each day.

After the whole 'make-up thing’ you decided to go talk to Finn. He was talking with Bayley. "Hey Bay, can I talk to Finn for a moment?" She agreed, walking away to give y'all privacy. "I'm sorry." You don't know what you were apologizing for, but you felt bad leaving him for your ex.

“It's alright, you have chemistry with him. I saw it coming though, I could tell you still loved him the moment we came here together." More guilt filled you as he spoke. “I'm sorry, I wasn't using you. I truly did love you, but when I saw him it was like all the feelings came back. I just really hope we can still be friends." You let a little smile form on your face at the thought.

“Yeah. Friends." He pulled you in a hug, giving you one last kiss on the forehead. Everything worked out how it should've.

If Finn Wins

Finn and Seth came back and forth at every hit. They were fighting like no before and it was just until Finn and Seth were on the ladder they brought in earlier in the match. They fought for balance, punch after punch and kick after kick, it was when Finn won the hits.

Finn took the opportunity to climb the ladder and risked it all, hitting a Coup de Grace, and pinning him for the win. As his music played you had a slight smile on your face. Your man won. Although you did feel bad for Seth, he had it coming, considering he tried fighting for you, knowing that you moved on. You excitedly got out of your chair and slid into the ring.

You helped Finn up and raised his arm in victory. Finn held his ribs in pain, struggling to stand up. You helped him out the ring and walked up the ramp, not sparing a glance at Seth. You two walked to the medical room where doctors got to work, looking over him.

You watched in silence as he would flinch at every time they touched his ribs. His ribs looked swollen and red and you could tell they were gonna form a purple bruise over time. The doctors began wrapping his ribs, but you stopped him. “It’s alright, I got it.” The doctor nodded his head before walking out, leaving you two alone. The silence was awkward, knowing he just won a match with you on the line as the prize.

You touched one part of his ribs, making him flinch. “I’m sorry! Did I hurt you? Finn shook his head, letting you continue. “Thank you for winning. I know you didn’t have to fight for me, but it shows how much you love me.” Finn smiled, hearing you thank him. He thought you would want to leave him.

“Don’t thank me. I chose you to date and I’m not letting you go to your ex, that can’t get over the fact you moved on. He fucked up y’all’s relationship.” You nodded your head in agreement, finishing his ribs. “You know I love you right?” Finn let out a little chuckle. “Of course I do, otherwise you wouldn’t be in here helping my old ass heal.” You laughed, making Finn smile.

It was his favorite thing to hear. “Do you believe the messages? Y’know, with Baron?” Finn thought for a moment. They were coming from your phone and there was even a picture to prove it all. “I wanna say no, but the picture. God the picture was too real to be photoshopped.”

You answered, telling the truth. “He did kiss me and I’m sorry for not telling you. I was so scared that you would blame me as a cheater and-” Finn stopped you, by holding your hand. “Hey breathe, breathe for me, love.” You listened to him, doing the technique he taught you.

He took a deep breath, getting ready for what he was about to say. “I would never accuse you of cheating on me. I know what he did to you and would never believe you would go back with him. You're not stupid, Y/n. You're a smart, intelligent, independent woman and I know that you love me.” You felt tears coming to your eyes, from his mini-speech.

He just poured his heart out to you, explaining why he would always trust you. “Finn, I-” You couldn’t even form a sentence, knowing whatever the next word will come out will be cut off with a sob. “You are too good to me. Please forgive me! I promise none of this will ever happen again and I’m sorry for bringing you into this mess.”

Finn tiled your head up with his finger. “It’s not your fault, okay? It’s Baron. He’s been going around here for years, being the grinch messing up whatever happiness has to be involved with.” You knew that was right, but something inside of you, blamed yourself.

“I wanna be with you, Y/n and I know you see it. We just need to communicate more, but other than that, we can work this out if you agree.” You didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes, of course! Thank you!” You gently hugged him, not caring about his sweaty body.

He pulled you into a kiss, happy he got his love back.

If Both Win?

Finn and Seth were fighting hard. They fought like their life depended on everything and it did. It was all for you and you still couldn't get over it. They had very good moments in between, where they would be so close to winning, but all it took was a kick out to stop it.

They were currently fighting on a ladder for height. You watched, scarily as the ladder would shake at every hit. All of a sudden, Baron came out with something in his hand. He slid in the ring, pushing the ladder over. Both Finn and Seth fell to the ground in pain. Baron picked them up and with his fist were bald up as he hit them.

You then saw that they were brass knuckles. That sneaky bitch. Baron hit Finn then Seth before making them pin each other. And with their bodies tired and in pain, neither kicked out. Confusion spread across your face as it was announced as Finn and Seth being the winners.

Technically neither of them won, so they don't get you? This is exactly what Baron wanted. For you to be alone, but you're not gonna give him that satisfaction. You walked inside the ring, helping each boy up and raising their hands in victory. Fans cheered while Baron's eyebrows furrowed.

His plan didn't work! You grabbed a microphone and began speaking. "Baron, you thought that would work?" You laughed, making everyone confused. "You see, Baron. If you thought smarter and not harder, you would know that I didn't want to choose. I want both, so with you doing this." You pointed between you, Finn, and Seth. "You did me a favor."

Gasped and cheers came around the arena, hearing you admit that. The truth was, you were gonna choose both, but Triple H said for you to spice up the match and this is a great way. The boys looked at you and each other not knowing what to think of your statement.

Baron began stomping on the ramp, yelling as fans laughed at him getting pissed. He didn’t want to see you happy and you didn’t know why. “Everyone say, ‘Thank you Corbin’ on 3.” The countdown began and once it hit 3, everyone chanted, ‘Thank you, Corbin’ to Baron. He stomped his way backstage while you looked at Finn and Seth.

You felt bad for everything and in the end no one won. You were thinking about what you just said moments ago about dating the two of them. It doesn’t sound like a bad idea. You don’t have to choose and you don’t have to lose no one. Without thinking, you leaned in and grabbed Finn and kissed him.

Fans cheered as he gently held your face, deepening the kiss. You then pulled back and did the same to Seth making the crowd go even crazier. You pulled back and raised their arms up before making your way backstage.

Now it’s time for the confrontation. The men began walking away toward their locker rooms, but you didn’t let them get far. “Wait, Seth. Finn.” They stopped in their tracks and walked to you. “I wasn’t joking with what I said out there.” You played with your nails nervously. “I want to be with you both. I don’t wanna choose and it’s only up for you both to decide. I totally understand if you don’t-”

Finn cut you off by putting his index finger on your lips. “Love, I wanna be with you and you know that. Why else would I fight for you? Not only do I wanna be with you, but Seth does too.” You looked over at Seth seeing him nodding his head, agreement. “It’s clear we both want you and for you to go out there and say what you said and do what you did, means a lot to us.” Seth said, making you look at them in shock.

You didn’t think they would be so calm. “Me and Seth talked after the night I accepted the challenge and came to an agreement that we would talk to you about dating both of us, but it seems you already beat us to it.” Finn explained, making you smile. “Do you want this, Y/n? Just think about dating two men and tell us, yes or no.” Seth was making you think hard on that question.

You’ve never been in a poly relationship before and you’ve never considered trying it, but you want both men, so why not give it a try. “Yes I want this. I want you Seth and you Finn.” The men smiled, ignoring the pain and hugged you. It was official.

Pulling your phone, you snapped a photo and later to your Twitter and Instagram. It was a picture of Finn and Seth kissing each cheek on your face. “Alright, let’s go get you boys checked up and then we can head to the hotel.”

Everything was gonna be just fine.

Thank you for staying with me and being patient for working on this mini series! I’m sorry for taking so long to post each story and I promise I’ll try better in the future.

#seth rollins #seth rollins x reader #seth rollins smut #seth rollins imagine #finn balor #finn balor imagine #finn balor x reader #finn balor smut #wwe smut #wrestling smut

[aristocratic-otter]

Hey y'all! It's been a good week for me. I got to go to a British High Tea for the first time ever and had a blast. No cake trolleys though (sorry, Simon!).

I've loved reading your excerpts over the last few weeks, and I've started listening to the podfic fest entries on my drives to and from work (Shout out to @caethes for podding my fic Threads of Fate!). It's so nice to have more audiobooks from Carry On without Rainbow Rowell having to write a new book!

Thank you and tag backsies to @wellbelesbian, @messofthejess, @aroace-genderfluid-sheep, @artsyunderstudy, @larkral, @whatevertheweather, @best--dress, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @nightimedreamersghost, @theearlgreymage and @hushed-chorus

From my fic for the Carry On-Reverse Bang:

“B-Baz,” I stuttered, trying to scramble to my feet. Trying, and failing. The moment I tried to get up, a wave of dizziness hit me, coinciding with a stab of pain in my head. I sagged back to the ground and lifted my hand to my hair. My hair felt wet and my scalp pulsed with pain when I brushed my fingers over it. When I pulled my hand free, it was dark and wet looking.

From my COTTA 2023, Snow Fox:

“I missed you,” he sighs, when we have to break apart for air. 

“I always miss you,” I grumble, resting my forehead against his shoulder. He laughs silently; I can feel his chest bouncing against mine. 

“You always have to make everything a contest,” he says, but his voice is fond. 

“I won your heart, didn’t I?” I smirk at him and he punches me gently in the shoulder. 

“Arse,” he laughs.

From my Age of Sail AU, Stars, Flowers, and Children:

I know we’re far too young to take care of ourselves. If I were a few years older, I’d probably strike off on my own, because living with Davy is nearly unbearable. I’d try to convince Simon to come with me, but I think I’d go, even if he refused. 

But I’m not a few years older. I’m twelve, and I’m afraid. I don’t know if Simon or I could survive without an adult to guide us, no matter how vindictive he is. 

As it turns out though, we aren’t given a choice.

And a slightly more than 6 sentence snip from my TikTok dancer AU (needs a name!):

Penelope narrows her eyes at him. “Snow is an odd name,” she points out, and I realize with a jolt that I never even tried to take on a human name. Shepard knows me by my birth name, but I know enough after a year of living around them that humans don’t go by a single name. Shit!

Shepard’s eyes look equally panicked for a moment, but he swiftly smooths over his expression. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he says to Penelope. “Snow is his surname. But that’s how he introduced himself to me last year, so that’s what I’ve gotten used to calling him.”

“And your full name is?” she asks me, not Shepard. My brain scrambles frantically for a human name I can live with. For some reason, my mind stops on a memory of a particular judge on one of the dancing competitions I’ve been watching. 

“My first name is Simon!” I blurt, a little too forcefully. 

Nothing from Saving Simon Snow this week, it's giving me hell at the moment.

Tagging:

@angelsfalling16, @annabellelux, @bazzybelle, @bookish-bogwitch, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @dragoneggos, @frjsti, @gekkoinapeartree, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @ileadacharmedlife, @j-nipper-95, @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists, @krisrix, @letraspal, @moments-au-crayon22, @moodandmist, @onepintobean, @prettylightsbigcity, @rimeswithpurple, @raenestee, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @tea-brigade, @upuntil6am, @vampire-named-gampire, @whogaveyoupermission, @yellobb, @yeonjunenby

#co/ws/awtwb #six sentence sunday #snowbaz #simon snow series #carry on through the ages #cotta 2023 #carry on reverse bang #age of sale au #American revolution au #Tiktok dancer au #Blue Lagoon AU

[bitbrumal]

BLOG REOPENING

hewwo hewwo fellas & fuckos. winks with both eyes. i'm possibly going to slide in around here throughout the holiday season bc the writing itch be itching, so i'll provide an update on the muse list & the dynamics / threads i'd like to keep ( if y'all are also down ) from before my break.

if you would like this post if you're ( still / again / whatever ) interested in writing with me, i'd really appreciate it ! it'd let me know where to get started again ❤ i'm mainly looking for threads over meme replies, although the threads don't have to be lengthy or involved per se. inbox things just aren't doing it for me.

MUSES

UNDER RECONSIDERATION : KHIONIYA / TSARITSA ( open to all )

I wanna keep her, but I've gotta rewrite her. I've been going on pure wishfulfilment MommyTM vibes, but we need a bit more canon accuracy lmfao. Goddess/Archon of Love, yes, but I ought not ignore that she has become like a reversed tarot card :joy:

SCRAPPED : ALHAITHAM

I should be feeling this criminally autistic nerd, but I'm not. Maybe I will some day. I'm leaving him be for right now.

SCRAPPED : CAPITANO

't isn't happening. i'm not... doing what i wanna be doing with him & i also don't care so fwhoop that one's going.

ADDED : WRIOTHESLEY

No-one's surprised. Daddy came home with the milk the moment I called for him, & uh. As soon as I actually fucking play the Fontaine quests I'm sure I'll pick him up. ( I accidentally spoilered myself on his tragicTM backstory & on god this man is a king. ) ( If I fall sideways into neuvilette instead nobody laugh at me. )

KEPT : DOTTORE ( semi-selectively open to all - he's picky & that limits my options ) REGRATOR ( for select fatui threads unless smth Happens ) TARTAGLIA ( open to all ) KAEYA ( open to all ) DILUC ( open to all )

THREADS & DYNAMICS

Obviously I understand if we're not on the same page about carrying on where we left off, no hard feelings. We can start over, pick something new, slap new muses together, or do nothing it all. Issal GucciTM.

LIKE I NEVER LEFT LOL :

I'd love to pick back up where I left off with @galactia, on any & all muses, their dynamics, & also threads c:

The same goes for @bunnyshot, although I see you haven't been online in ages! Regardless, if we're ever on the timeline at the same time again you know I am down to clown. This includes your other muses.

@torrentide HOMIE. HOMIE. HOMIE. HOME BREWSKI. i am down for everything from before & more, idc what.

If @greedbent is still down to clown, I'd love to carry on with what we were brainstorming in the DMs.

Same to you, @howthesleeplesswander!! I see you writing in another fandom on the dash atm, so I get it if you're not in the vibes for what we were brainstorming in the DMs, but I'm still hype to write with you if the mood strikes you. Lmk if you're down :thumbsup: ❤

@xiielians You know idek wtf you're doing right now bc much as the dramatic chinese gaylords captivate me, I haven't indulged in the fandom + I'm waiting patiently on that novel of yours with eyes peeled—but if you wanna play with anything ( whether I know the fandom/char or not ), I'm sure I'll be game!!

@ncrthlandbank I'd love to continue what we were doing with vlad & alyos ❤ if you're down! The thread where regrator terrorizes vlad is one of my alltime faves & still lives rent-free in my head :weary: it's the only time i did him any type of justice & your no-longer-non-playable-characters are awesome.

REBOOT :

Here go all of my moots with who i never fully settled anything ( dynamic / muse / thread-wise ), but was vaguely interacting with on the dash here & there... I am down to clown with all of you, I'd love to start something be it serious or silly. Whether you wanna continue vaguely doing things here & there or you wanna plot something out, idgaf I am so down to clown i am . the whole circus. vamos lmao.

#ooc ✦ we don't leave room for jesus. #makes eyes at the dash hella aggressively #if you'd like this to lmk ur down to clown i'd appreciate it !

[ruitethewingedfox]

The Blender Theory; a FULL explanation

so I've posted a couple times about this little theory of mine, so now I've finally decided it's time to explain it in full.

So it starts back all the way at The Change. You see, since The Change was an apocalypse, and since the Extinction-the fear of the apocalypse-was nearing it's emergence when The Change happened, I believe that since the universe of The Magnus Protocol is how it is now because of the reversal of The Change-a world that "rose from the ashes" and can fear another apocalypse-the Extinction is now the lead entity, taking the place of the Eye.

so that begs the question; if the Extinction is the top dog now, what happened to the Eye?

when the Entities were sent to the Protocol universe, they got mixed together (hence why they seem to blend together more now) and became new entities, i.e. the Deep. I may make a list of these theoretical new entities later, but I don't wanna keep y'all too long.

Now, of course, this situation caught the Extinction (aka Ex, which is what it'll be referred to as here on out) completely off-guard, it barely had a clue what it was supposed to do before, saw it's siblings get mixed together in a multiversal torrent, and now it's supposed to be the leader of these new guys who came from that???? So, distraught from survivor's guilt and clueless on what it's supposed to be doing, Ex holed itself up wherever it could find that gave it enough of a steady flow of fear so that it would never had to leave to feed, and began scouring everything it could find in an attempt to find a way to bring it's siblings back.

So, assuming you're reading this far because you've seen my last few posts about the theory and are curious about it, you must be wondering; when does this involve the OIAR???? What about Ink5oul being one of Ex's avatars?????

Well, at some point, Ink5oul managed to stumble into one of Ex's little hideaways, and the 2 of them became close friends, with Ex-going back to its cluelessness, believing that avatars were just humans that entities grew fond of and thus gave powers-making them it's avatar

Eventually, Ink5oul tells Ex about the OIAR, and it decides to check the place out. This is how it finds Freddie, and immediately recognizing Chester and Norris as John and Martin. Having finally found someone who could know what happened to it's siblings, the OIAR became Ex's main focus, with it moving it's nest to the attic.

And now, we arrive at the current events; Ink5oul collecting possible leads (which, seeing as that's their area of expertise, typically involve tattoos) which are very much not getting past the OIAR's watch, as Ex watches over the night shift, waiting for an opening to question Chester and Norris while avoiding detection.

Though, with [ERROR] most likely stalking Alice, the chances of that no longer being an option are growing higher, as it's only a matter of time until [ERROR] breaks in and Ex has to use it's power as lead entity to subdue them...

#the magnus protocol #the magnus archives #long post #Ruite's crazed ramblings

[hologramcowboy]

The Winchesters so Far...

Warning Spoilers Ahead

It's set in 1972...or the 60s...or 1978 or 90s. Seems none of the departments could really come together and decide or, you know, do actual research so you get all of them. Boom. 💥

In the instances where the show does attempt to nail the era appropriate vibe,  the characters look like they are dressed in cheap versions of wannabe 70s Halloween costumes.👹

John returned from the army with a full set of hair, in fact he even had it while serving. 💆

Samuel Campbell, Mary’s father is missing. Such Plot twist. Much wow. In case you forget, you’ll be reminded of this in just about every scene of TW so much so you’ll begin to hate him with the intensity of a thousand suns and, oh well, there goes your interest in the unfolding plot.

In true shocker fashion, John has barely met Mary but vows to help her find her missing dad. Did I mention he was missing? Because Mary and John do, in every scene of every episode and so does the rest of the cast. He’s missing y’all and we gotta get him back.

You know those clichè token characters that make you cringe? That's basically all the supporting cast of TW.

Big surprise, all the characters have daddy issues, so much so there's a reference to them every 5 seconds. This is totally not in attempt to copy SPN's formula, of course. 🤣

The Gang has a Mystery Machine, y’all. Not sure who the Scooby of the situation is but my money’s on John.

So far, Carlos is a crooner that sings off key and basically has no voice.  😒 Alas he’s the assigned Bard, y'all. He’s also the tragicomic relief. More tragic than comic.

Mary is a road disaster waiting to happen, she keeps focusing on her passenger rather than the road.

Mary is also petite and childlike to the point of not even remotely being believable as a hunter. She looks like the adopted child of the TW Scooby Gang.

It seems Velma, I mean Latika has no personality outside of being the book carrier. Whatever happened to creating diverse characters?

Ada seems like she teleported in from a different show due to the fact that her performance actually has layers despite her character being yet another clichè. #wastedtalent

Salt apparently traps demons now oh and demons are unkillable or so say Mary and John. How this lore is featured takes everything that made it captivating in SPN and reverses the effect. It's basically parody time.

The lines and storylines are so predictable and repetitive you can figure out what the characters are going to say before they even say it. Boom. Psychic.

John is tall, John is also stiff and often uses his body on screen as if he was a marionette or a model unsure of how to move next. In other words, the green ( green actor=newbie) in John comes out so much it’s very hard to suspend disbelief especially for those with a trained eye.

John also expresses his personal issues with the aplomb of a frozen ameoba, making the stakes of each scene very low and disengaging.

No SPN rip off would be complete without trying to recreate the "Saving people, hunting things" moment, trust John y'all, he was born for this, the lady Gaga way.

No monster featured looks even remotely realistic, in fact, it's like they purposefully sat down and asked themselves "how can we make this look as fake and as ridiculous as possible?" Mission accomplished, folks. Mission accomplished. This is a comedy, after all.

The editing, ah the editing, was it handled by a 14 year old with no previous experience? Or did Danneel decide to do it herself? That's it, isn't it? 😞

Instead of building the character arcs for John and Mary and slowly build up the chemistry this show has them oogling longingly yet vapidly at one another almost every scene, at the same time, their connection seems empty and devoid of any actual depth, feelings, commonalities due to the weak choices the actors make and the subpar writing.

The supposed big thing that connects them is that both dads are missing and both dads are hunters (John's is dead, I think?). So they didn't even bother researching and building a deep connection and just went for the clichè similarity as the basis of their "love story". That’s because they were to busy ripping off the SPN Pilot to care about actual storytelling.

Speaking of love story, though it's the selling point of the show and its theme, you won't really find it in anything within the show. The Meh glances exchanged between the lead actors ultimately communicate nothing. Did they model this couple after the Ackles dynamic? Is that what this is? Cringe. 🤨

Campy doesn't even begin to describe this prequel. It will defy your definition.

Carlos is the show's main attraction and yet he is not the lead.  That should tell you everything you need to know about TW's "diversity" casting.

You will be more scared by the musical numbers within this series than by its monsters or storyline.

This show is so confused on its genre and direction it will make your head spin.

Unsurprisingly, most of the performances on the Winchesters make it seem like the Actors were directly directed by none other Danneel Harris, oh sorry, Ackles, I forgot she is nothing without that last name. 🤡

The only believable chemistry I’ve seen on this show was between John and Latika, for a few seconds, when he told her they could be scared together in the Pilot. Major Awww moment, although the writing, once again, clichè and predictable. Which, I guess, are the actual main themes of this show, let’s be real. lol

Canon we lost you, no, canon, we buried you!! This series has nothing to to with our beloved SPN and saying otherwise is an insult to its legacy.

This whole series centers around a psychic bug empress lady and her insect like minions set on devouring the world. Yes, really.

If I missed anything it’s probably because my brains are fried from attempting to give this trainwreck a chance. Feel free to add to my list.

Verdict: The Winchesters is nothing more than a futile attempt to recreate key moments from the SPN Pilot in the hopes the audience would bite. No work or research went into this. They picked up the missing dad+ saving people hunting things spiel and tried to recreate it and did it so horribly I can’t even put it into words which is why I decided to try and make a light hearted post about it. They also copied every plot structure that worked but ended up parodying it to extremes without meaning to. The Winchesters is only sellable as an SPN parody and, even then, an extremely bad one.

For those who want to support my traumatized brain after watching TW, feel free to send me your favorite Jensen/Jared gifs or artwork to feed my art starved soul. Feed me. 💕

EDIT: Clarified one of the points.

#anti the winchesters #this series is a joke #parody of spn

[fraybay]

Rumors P2

A/N: Hello, hello. Here's part two. I hope y'all enjoy!

Link to Part 1 Link to Part 3

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Actress!OC TW: angst, smut

As soon as the line picked up, Shae didn’t wait for him to speak, “Jack, I'm so s-“

“I really don't want to hear an apology from you right now,” Jack gruffly interrupted. “My PR team is going to send over a statement to your team for approval and I'll post it this afternoon. You can reshare it or send over a statement for approval.”

Shae winced at how cold he sounded and took a deep breath to try to keep from crying, “Baby, can you please come home so we can talk about this? Or I can come to you?”

“Now you want to talk?” A bitter laugh spilled out of his mouth, “I practically begged you to talk to me and give me a few days to solve this. Or are you forgetting that you haven't answered one phone call or text from me over the past 5 days?”

She sniffled, “I know. I sh-“

His voice cracked as he asserted, “I told you it wasn't me, and you just…”

Shae felt her chest tighten at how hurt he sounded as he trailed off. She waited a few moments to see if he was going to continue and when it became apparent he wasn’t, she finally spoke.

“I know, Jack. I know. You have every right to be angry at me, but I promise I'm going to do everything I can to make it up to you.”

“You honestly think that's possible?”

“I'd like to try,” came her earnest response.

Jack scoffed, “Are you forgetting that you basically told me that you believed I would cheat on you because I've changed and our relationship, apparently, was terrible?”

“That’s not what I said!” Shae exclaimed before taking a moment to even out her tone, “Jackman, there was so much evidence an-“

“Fuck the evidence, Shaela!” he snarled through the phone. “I didn't ask you to blindly believe me. I asked you to give me time before you ended things. After 3 years, you couldn't give me that so what the fuck are we even doing?”

“Jack, I know I screwed up, okay,” she conceded. “And I know you're going to be angry at me for a while and I deserve that. I know I have no right to ask but can you please give me the chance to make this right?”

Jack bit his tongue and kept silent, knowing that everything he wanted to say in response was just going to cut the actress deeply and make things worse.

She let out a weary sigh before she gently broached, “You leave back out on tour in two days. Can you please come home so we can try to salvage them?”

“I think it'd be best if I didn't. I need some space.” His grip on the phone tightened as he admonished, “And before you start, these last 5 days don't count because I spent them going out of my mind trying to figure out how to prove to you that I was innocent.”

As desperately as she wanted him home, she figured it was in her best interest not to argue.

Instead, she asked, “Do you still want me to come out to join you on tour in two weeks?”

He shook his head ruefully even though she couldn’t see him, “You don't even know how much I want to say yes to that.”

She was afraid to ask and barely choked out, “But?”

He sighed, “But I'm not sure. Can I let you know closer to when you're supposed to fly out?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. I should go. You'll have the statement sent over to you shortly."

“Okay.” She quickly called out before he could hang up, “Wait, Jack.”

Annoyance crept into his voice, “Yeah?”

His tone gave Shae pause but she managed to stammer out, “I...uh...I love you.”

“I'll talk to you later.”

Shae stared down at her phone and let the tears she’d been keeping at bay flow freely.

                           **********************

Urban rose an eyebrow at his best friend, “Damn dude, I only heard your side and that shit sounded painful.”

“What should she have expected? She didn't hesitate to end things between us! I'm not the bad guy,” he reasoned.

2fo chimed in, “Of course, you're not, but that doesn't mean she is either.”

“Please,” Jack leaned back in his chair, “enlighten me as to how she isn’t?”

“Because if the situation were reversed, you wouldn't have believed her either.” Urban crossed his arms, “A fact that you've admitted to at least 4 times over the past few days.”

“You're glossing over the fact that I also said that if she was as adamant as I was that it wasn't her, I would have at least given her time to prove that it wasn't,” he countered.

“Fair enough,” Schloob spoke up. “But you can't act like you two haven't been having issues. You literally told us last time we were on the road and y'all got into it because she had to push back coming out because of reshoots for her movie that every time one of you had to cancel on the other that it made you doubt whether a future and a family was in the cards for you two. So, acting like she's the only one who'd been doubting the relationship isn't fair.”

“How is it that all of you are on her side?”

“We are on your side,” Quiiso interjected. “We all know how much you love her, and we all know you're going to be miserable without her. You're angry and hurt she didn't give you time, which is understandable. All we're saying is that you both had good reason to act and feel the way you did.”

Urban added in, “We just don't want you making permanent decisions you might regret later because you're reacting to the situation instead of doing what's best for you in the long run.”

Jack ran a hand over his face, “Can we change the topic?”

“Sure,” Urban answered, “Would you like to talk about which one of us is going to stop by the house and pack for tour? Or do you plan on going by yourself?”

                           **********************

Shae opened the door, slightly surprised that Jack had chosen to knock instead of just using his key.

She stepped to the side as both Jack and Urban entered the house. She was tempted to crack a joke about it but figured it would only increase the tension that was hanging over all of them like a dark cloud.

Urban pulled her into a hug, "Hey, sis."

She hugged him back tightly, "Hey."

She turned toward Jack, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she gently broached, "If you guys haven't had lunch yet, I could make something while you pack."

"We're good. I don't plan on being here long," Jack answered as he turned to head toward their bedroom.

"He just needs some time, Shae, “Urban tossed an arm over her shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. "He wasn't really angry or upset with you the past few days. He was going stir-crazy trying to figure out how to clear his name so you wouldn't hate him. Once the video dropped, he finally got hit with how it felt for you to not believe him--which no one in our circle blames you for. It looked bad and, to be honest, the only reason we believed him is because we were with him."

She reached up and squeezed his hand, "I know. I'm not mad that he's acting this way. I'm just sad because I don't really know how to fix it."

"All of PG and Neelam and Chris are doing our best to get him in a better headspace. Just keep showing up as much as he'll allow you to, and I think it'll work out."

She nodded and then headed to the bedroom. When she entered, she found Jack sitting on their bed with his head in his hands, suitcase at his feet. She cleared her throat and Jack looked up, eyes shiny from unshed tears. 

“Are you okay?”

He blinked a few times to bring her into focus, “You packed my suitcase?”

“Oh...um...yeah. Just the one, though.” Shae wrung her hands together and started to ramble, “I know I usually do it because you always forget things, but I left the other one empty in case there were things you wanted that I didn't think of. I just packed the necessities and stuff you always lounge around the house in since you weren't here to tell me which clothes you wanted. Was that overstepping? I'm sorry if it was. I was just trying to be helpful. I can undo it.”

Shae walked over to the bed and reached for the suitcase, but Jack reached out to grab her wrist and pulled her into his lap. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck as he buried his face into hers. She lightly ran her fingers through his hair, and they sat that way for a few minutes, just breathing each other in.

Jack started to kiss her neck and she pulled away slightly, “Jack, what are y-“

He cut her off by softly grabbing her face and pulling her in for a kiss that she hastily returned. Shae felt her heart begin to race as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, exploring every crevice.

Jack turned them so that Shae was on her back and he was in between her legs. He didn’t break the kiss as he movies to pull off the leggings that she was wearing.

Shea wrenched her lips from his and panted, "We can't. Urban is in the living room.”

"Wouldn’t be the first time he overheard us." He flippantly countered with a shrug before reclaiming her lips which she instantly melted into.

This time, when he moved to take off her leggings, she lifted her hips to help him. He hurriedly pulled his pants down just enough to slip his dick out. Jack quickly lined himself up with her entrance and slid into her with one solid stroke.

Shae groaned into his mouth as she tried to adjust to having him inside of her. Jack set a frenzied pace as he reached down to wrap one of her legs around his waist.

"Fuck," he hissed as she scratched at his back. He angled his head to growl in her ear, "You always feel so good. How could I ever want anyone else?"

Shae whimpered when he pulled back slightly and tugged at her braids so she was looking up at him, “When I know how to make you feel this good, how could you think I’d be this way with anyone else?”

She reached up to cup his face but the softness of her touch and the look in her eyes held far too much emotion for Jack. He gently grabbed her wrist and pinned her arm above her head as he recaptured her lips in a searing kiss.

Jack could feel the signs that he was close to finishing and reached in between them to circle her clit with his fingers, still determined to prioritize Shae getting off before he did.

He swallowed her sob as she came. The feeling of her clenching around him was enough to send him over the edge.

He stayed on top of her, head buried in the crook of her neck as she rubbed her hands up and down his back. Her mouth is right beside his ear and Shae can't help but find herself chanting 'I’m sorry' and 'I love you' over and over again.

He finally rolled over onto his back to blankly stare at the ceiling as he tucked his dick back into his sweats.

Shae waited to see what he was going to say and found herself having to blink back tears when he did.

“We shouldn't have done that.”

She turned on her side, resting her head on her arm as she meekly replied, “Maybe not, but I think we both needed it.”

“I just...” Jack scratched his beard, “I just don't want to give you false hope or mixed signals.”

Shae felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over her, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means exactly what you think it means.” He sat up and he let out a ragged breath, "We're not okay right now. And technically, you broke up with me before I left the house, so we aren't even actually together.”

Waves of hurt and anger washed over her, but after the chaos that had surrounded them over the past week, she didn’t feel like she had any real standing to argue.

Shae stood and grabbed her discarded leggings, clumsily pulling them back on as she mumbled, “I'll go wait in the living room with Urban.”

Before she can get too far out of his grasp, he gently grabbed her arm, lightly caressing it with his thumb as he murmured, "I'm not trying to intentionally hurt you, Shae. I swear I'm not.”

“I know.” She leaned down to kiss the top of his head and gave a defeated sigh, “I know.”

Shae quickly walked down the hall and past the living room to grab her keys off the wall. As she pulled a pair of tennis shoes off the shoe rack next to the door and started to put them on, Urban moved to stop her.

“Where are you going?”

Shea wiped away a few tears as she choked out, “I can't be here, Urby. Can you text me and let me know when y'all leave?”

“You don't have to leave, Shae.” He tried to put his arm around her, but she shook him off, “Just come sit on the couch with me.”

She shook her head, “I can’t”

“Shae.”

“No, Urban,” she harshly admonished. “I can't sit with you and let you comfort me because it’s very apparent that the odds are great that Jack isn't going to be able to move past this. So, I'm going to lose him. Sure, maybe PG will keep in touch here and there, but it won’t be the same as it has been. It can’t be. Y’all are his people. I need to start preparing for that so I can't be here with you two. Not right now.”

“Okay, fine,” he conceded. “But you shouldn't be driving. Not with how upset you are. Regardless of what he's feeling right now, he loves you. He'd never forgive himself or me if you stormed out of here and got into an accident. He shouldn't be too much longer. Maybe just go for a walk around the neighborhood?”

“Fine,” she acquiesced.

As soon as she'd shut the door, Urban made a beeline for Jack. He found him sitting on the floor with his back against the foot of the bed, knees were drawn, and his head in his hands.

He didn’t bother to look up as he spoke, “Don't start Urban. I know I just screwed up, okay?”

“I have no comment about what just happened.” Urban sank down to sit beside him and nudged his shoulder, “What I will say is you need to take the next two weeks to really think about what you want the outcome to be. She's obviously just as torn up as you are about this whole thing, but you can only act like this for so long before she has a right to be angry at you for it. Maybe all of this is too much and you two can't come back from it, but you spent 5 whole days on the phone with lawyers and cybersecurity techs trying to prove you were innocent because you didn't want her to end things hating you. Keep this up and that's where it’s going to end up anyway.”

He turned his head to look at his best friend, “I don't know if things will ever be the same.”

Urban nudged his shoulder again, “Bro, why would you want them to?”

“What?”

“You two weren’t in the best place before this and you're an idiot if you don't think that didn't somehow factor into her believing so easily that you would cheat on her.” He crossed his legs as he continued, “You told us she said that the other girls were probably easier to deal with than her. You don't think that statement tells you everything you need to know about where her head was at? Ask yourself, and be honest, if this had happened a year ago when things were still good, do you think she would have had the same reaction? Or do you think she gives you the time you ask for?"

“A year ago?” Jack ruefully shook his head and chuckled, “As soon as I said it wasn't me, she would have been on the phone with her lawyers trying to figure out what my lawyers needed to do.”

“Exactly. Everything about this situation sucks, but maybe this is an opportunity for you two to be even stronger than before.”

“Maybe.”

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Shae walked back toward her house after getting the all-clear from Urban. She stopped short at the driveway when she realized that Jack's car was still there. She started to turn around but Urban quickly came out of the house and stopped her. He jogged over to her and started guiding her to the house.

Confusion marred Shae’s face, “You told me you two had left?”

“Only way I could guarantee that you’d come back,” Urban explained with a shrug. “You need to go inside and talk to him.”

She stopped dead in her tracks, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“We leave tomorrow morning, Shae.” He looked her directly in the eye, “I know you don't want to hear it, but there's no guarantee you'll be joining us in two weeks, so you need to go talk to him now.”

Shae simply nodded and continued the trek to the front door. She tried to steel her heart as she opened the door and found Jack sitting on the couch in the living room. She toed off her shoes before she joined him in the room. She opted to sit in the lounge chair they had in the corner.

Jack cleared his throat and motioned to the opposite end of the couch, “Can you come sit over here?”

She cautiously took a seat on the couch, and he reached out to grasp her hand, engulfing them in his, “I need to apologize for earlier.”

“No, you don't,” the actress assured him.

“No, Shae, I do,” he asserted. “I agree with you that, to a certain extent, I think we were both desperate for it, but I don't know that it was the best thing for us right now.” He gently squeezed her hand, “I also want you to know that I love you. No matter what else I'm feeling right now, that hasn't changed. I should have said it back to you when you called me about the video.”

“I understand why you didn't.”

“I'm going to be honest with you, okay?”

She swallowed the lump in her throat before she spoke, “Of course.”

“I'm really hurt and really angry but part of that is because I know it only got this bad between us because things were already starting to strain,” Jack explained. “Even erasing this past week, we were already having problems. I think both of us really need to take some time and think about what we both want.”

“I don't need to think about it,” Shae exclaimed defensively. “I want you. I want us.”

“Do you really,” Jack questioned. “Or do you feel guilty because you didn't believe me, and you want to make that better?”

A knot instantaneously formed in Shae’s stomach as she realized that she didn’t actually know the answer to his questions. She was unable to fight back the sob that spilled from her lips and Jack quickly pulled her to his chest. She wrapped her arms around his waist, her wails muffled as she cried into his chest. He faintly kissed the top of her head as he rubbed his hands up and down her back to calm her down. Several minutes passed before Shae felt composed enough to pull away from him.

Jack lightly ghosted a hand along the top of her thigh, “Can I let you know within the week if I want you out on tour?”

“Yeah,” she wiped her face with her sleeve. “Yeah, that's fine.”

“Walk me out?”

“Yeah.”

He stood and then helped Shae get up from the couch. Once they reached the front of the door, he pulled her into a tight hug.

Shae pulled back slightly and bit her lip a bit before asking, “Can I kiss you?”

Jack hated that she sounded so hesitant. They’d always been a couple who tried their best to be safe places for open communication. Her uncertainty just reminded him of how badly the prank had screwed them up.

He gently caressed her face with one hand before he tilted it up toward him and he leaned down to meet her lips.

A small part of Shae was afraid that it was the last time she would ever get to kiss him so she tried to keep it going for as long as she could. When they both, eventually, came up for air, she gave him a few quick pecks in rapid succession across his lips which he gladly accepted.

They rested their foreheads against one another’s as they both tried to get their breathing under control.

Jack was the first one to step back.

“I love you, Shae,” he earnestly states.

Her throat feels like sandpaper as she croaks out, “I love you, too.”

With a slight nod, he opened the door and made his exit.

Shae was able to keep her sobs at bay until the car made it safely out of the driveway.

#jack harlow #jack harlow fic #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow x original black female character #jack harlow x oc #jack harlow x black ofc

[cruelfeline]

I like the joke that Frey can handle Cuff - resist his corruption - because she's from NYC, but I also like to consider the deeper reasons.

We don't know exactly how Cuff corrupts the Tantas, but we can see that he essentially turns them into the worst versions of themselves. Tanta Sila's warrior spirit becomes an obsession with strength and violence. Tanta Prav's sense of justice becomes rigid and overly harsh. Tanta Olas retreats into her illusions. Tanta Cinta... well, I don't really know how becoming a dragon subverts love, but I'm sure there's some reasoning in there somewhere.

The point is, Cuff drags these women down and twists them into the worst versions of themselves.

And when he and Frey meet at the beginning of the game... well, she's kind of already there. We meet Frey at her rock-bottom, so to speak.

The irony of the situation is that Cuff meets her when she is at her most broken, and he has to actually build her up in order to have her help him in the way that he needs. He has to take her aversion to making connections with others, to accepting duty, and he has to reverse that. He has to take her abysmal views of herself as a worthless, pointless individual and prove them wrong.

The demon whose purpose is to destroy everything he touches has to do the exact opposite: help this broken woman believe in her own worth!

So in the post-game, when the time comes for him to try to do to her what he did to the Tantas... well, it doesn't really work, does it?

Cuff can't be a harsher critic of Frey than Frey has already been of herself. He can't make her feel worse about herself than she already has. He can't really go lower than "ready to throw myself off the Holland Tunnel."

as an aside, did any of y'all watch Steven Universe back in the day? that scene where Lapis is barely affected by Blue Diamond's depression-powers because she's already felt worse? it's basically that

On her end, Frey has grown and strengthened over the course of her journey, in no small part due to Cuff's influence and mentorship. She's hit that rock-bottom and clawed her way back up. She's learned to embrace purpose and duty. She's learned to believe in her own innate worth and abilities. Ironically, she's done all of this with Cuff's direct help.

And besides being inoculated by prior hardships... well. Frey also knows how to handle and interact with Cuff in ways the other Tantas did not: not as an ancient demon-weapon, but as a person, and I imagine this makes their relationship far different than the ones he had with the Tantas before her. I imagine it makes her less susceptible to his corruption solely because she just doesn't take him fully-seriously in that way. To her, he's not "Susurrus: ancient demon come to burn Athia to the ground and corrupt her beloved leaders." He's "Cuff: little guy who makes a pretty good shield but also can't shut up and gets excited over the concept of an umbrella."

That's the crux of it, I think. That Cuff has, for possibly the first time in his life, built someone up instead of tearing them down. And he's done so with such success, and while fostering such a familiar relationship, that undoing it just seems beyond him.

That Frey is the one who can withstand Susurrus because she's already felt lower than he could ever hope to bring her. And that she can shrug off his corruption because she knows him to be an annoying dork who can't pronounce "New York" and only recently figured out what makes a place appropriate for humans to sleep in.

Ah, I love them both. I want to see them grow together.

#forspoken spoilers #Cuff #frey holland

[apoptoses]

Followed @desertfangs' advice and dropped everything I was doing so I could read chapter 2. As usual I thought I was ready and it turned out that I wasn't, not even a little bit. THIS!!! "Daniel didn’t meet his eyes. He was trying to bite back his smile, his teeth trapping his lower lip and holding it still. Armand’s last remaining resolve shattered", queen of characterization I swear. Your words evoke such clear images and capture the essence of the characters so effortlessly. This is one of those moments for both of them I think, specially re: how they play off each other. Daniel making every single victory count and Armand being unable to say no to him. Not when it truly counts at least. And then there was Daniel not knowing how to drive a modern car, Armand WANTING to be petty about it (he would lmao) but not succumbing to his impulses and actually guiding Daniel along. The role reversal to end all role reversals. Daniel's hand on his neck in the car, just perfection. “I certainly hope you’re watching the road" I mean SAME but I also want Daniel to keep petting him like a cat pls 🥹 Every single touch feels so immense, almost hurts to read. These are two people who know each other inside out, quite literally, they're experts on each other's bodies, to quote Anne herself, of course every intimate gesture would feel monumental after years of not touching each other.

And you were NOT kidding when you said they would be taking no prisoners and would get to have every single conversation they needed to have. "And how many of those times did I sit at home wondering if it would be the last, if you were done with me for good? The running, the begging for me to bring you home- do you not understand what it did to me?" LIKE THIS FOR INSTANCE. Yes, Daniel is rightfully angry about many things, but the fact that he pulled that move on heavily traumatized 500 y/o teenager with major abandonement issues time and time again for YEARS and didn't stop to think about the repercutions is worth talking about. Worth bringing up at a Waffle House in the middle of nowhere, USA, in fact lmao. Actually one of my biggest vc fandom pet peeves is how some people claim Armand left/"abandoned" Daniel shortly after turning him like... are we remembering things differently here? Did they read the same books? Are they just parroting stuff they've read on twitter? tf? Armand was nowhere near a perfect partner don't get me wrong but like, that part of the story is pretty clear cut in regards of who left who yk... like pls y'all be serious and stick to the facts. Goddamn. ANYHOW, I digress. They're in pain, I'm in pain, but god they need to talk about this before they can properly heal and get back together and try again. It's very much of a case of "if I loved you any less, I would be able to talk about it more" between them, isn't it? xoxo DA I love this sfm and can't wait for more 🥹 

DA 🥹 It took a hot minute to respond because your message struck a chord in me, and I ended up seriously redoing a conversation between Armand and Daniel in chapter four. But we'll get to that!!

I am so so so happy to hear that all of their little touches and expressions and gestures add up to create who they are!! I worry a lot about like...am I describing what Daniel is doing with his hands too much or is this building up the scene? Because I am aware I have a hand fetish and might be gratuitous but I feel like the micro-expressions and gestures are what make the scene come alive!

But YES to your point about role reversals and them knowing each other inside and out! I get so emotional about that, in the next chapter Armand will go on about all the secret things he knows about Daniel and how he changed his body and just. It's so much. It's a lot!!

And even BIGGER YES to the point about nobody getting off easy here, Daniel included.

We're gonna go in pretty hard on some of Armand's mistakes because he's so closed off and Daniel needs to open those wounds and find out what was going on underneath. But Daniel's running isn't getting ignored. I've really tried hard to have them both keep mentioning that they BOTH fucked up, that it's BOTH their faults the relationship failed, and they BOTH have to change. Nobody is a victim. Nobody is perfect.

And I wish Daniel's running got talked about more, though I understand why it doesn't. We never get a single word about their time together from Armand's POV until TVA and he goes into so little detail. You have to piece together the hurt yourself and these books have so much going on I think his wider abandonment issues (aside from Marius not rescuing him) end up falling through the cracks for all but the biggest Armand fans.

You held Daniel accountable here and now you've got me combing my draft to make sure all these loose ends are properly tied up ♥

Thursday we'll get a sweet moment between them so get ready for a break in the clouds. I hope you'll like it just as much!

#apoptoses answers #dungeon anon #blood sanation

[kinkandkreep]

Sephiroth (a.k.a Mista Steal Yo Gurl) Headcanons

A/N: Hey hey y'all! I'm back again wit some Sephiroth related content. I've been on a pretty hard FF7 kick as of late in light of recent developments with the remakes and stuff, so once the creative juices got ta flowin', I just took the ideas that came and ran with 'em. So, here ya' have it! Sephy kins heacanons! Some Kadaj ones will be following shortly. In the meantime, enjoy!

Is the father of three boys (in this au, I headcanon that he is Kadaj, Loz and Yazoo’s father; the boys have a surrogate mother)

Lowkey a good beatboxer (he can really only do simple beats, mostly because he’s never dedicated any time to learning other techniques, but he’s got the basics down pat)

Likes the Aussie brand shampoo and conditioner (he also takes extra care when detangling and does so from ends to root, because trust, with hair that long he must detangle)

Loves Sashimi (also a big fan of Tobiko eggs) 

Is most always seen with his gloves on (because he’s just on the right side of anemic and his internal body temperature is, contrary to popular belief, slightly lower than that of an average person’s)

Needs reading glasses that do the opposite of normal ones (he needs glasses that slightly decrease his visual acuity)

Is an avid reader (Sephy-kins loves books and reading, but his eyesight is naturally extremely sharp, so focusing on small black words causes extreme eye strain and can give him headaches, so he wears specialty reverse engineered reading glasses that help lessen the keenness of his vision) 

{Sounds backwards, we know, but he’s gotta do what he’s gotta do 🤷🏾‍♀️}

Prefers fiction books over non-fiction (Sephiroth is highly intelligent, and as such, can become bored quite easily, so he prefers fiction because the abstract concepts, realities and systems created in those stories is much more stimulating than plain ole history or something of the sort)

Is multilingual (Sephiroth was taught and taught himself to speak and read multiple languages. Aside from English, he can speak: Japanese, Korean and Thai, Mandarin, Greek, French and Vietnamese. He can read/is learning to read: Arabic, Hebrew and Hausa. He is learning to speak and read German.)

Can’t snap with his right hand (and it annoys him to no end)

Sleeps with his eyes partially open (he actually taught himself to do this in order to always be alert)

{He’s got three fairly rambunctious boys to look after, what can he say?}

Prefers waffles over pancakes (Bonus: Treats chocolate chip waffles as a guilty pleasure) 

Really likes jewelry (he’s more of a “rings, watch, chain” kinda guy and everything he wears is real gold, silver, etc.)

Works as a Chemistry professor and is the Head of the Science Department at his university (he also has a military background) 

Has never met his biological father (and has no interest in meeting him)

Is just trying to take care of his kids and do his best (so let’s support him, yeah?)

#sephiroth #sephiroth headcanons #final fantasy #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy 7 headcanons #ff7

[curlybraces15]

Bleach re-reading MAJOR SPOILER ALERT!

Hi everyone! I'm finally back, the last few weeks have been pretty challenging for me! Hope y'all are fine! I finished reading Bleach between the 11th and the 22nd of November, so I really hope I remember everything that came to my mind while reading it. 😅

This is how I would like to analyze the last chapters, so that I can remember all I'd like to say: I'll divide my analysis in bits and I would really appreciate some comments of yours, I'd love to read your points of view. Also, please remember to always be kind to one another. ❤️

Let's get it started!

Part 1: Ichigo, Inoue and Ishida's powers.

As I said in one of the previous posts, I was, and still am, a bit disappointed by how Inoue and Chad played such small parts in this war. Reading the last chapters this feeling came to include Ishida too, since most of his scenes were left when everything was almost over.

Let's start from Ichigo: he can do pretty much everything with his powers at this point of the story. For example, he's able to wield a restored Tensa Zangetsu even if he lost all his powers (again). But, well, isn't it seems obvious since he's the protagonist? So I'll ignore this bit. Anyone knows that in Aizen kept in great consideration Inoue's power in his plan to awaken the Hogyoku, since she has the ability to negate the events. As we can see here in chapters 249 and 314:

Now Ywach claims his powers are on another level: he's the Almighty hence he can alter the future (chap. 678). As the story goes on we learn that his only true opponent can be Ishida, whose power turns out to be the Antithesis. He's the one who can reverse events (chap. 679). We also know that he's particularly strong since his powers are different from those of the other Stern Ritter (I'm sorry I can't remember the exact chapter).

I actually took the time to look up some synonyms of the word negation and I found both antithesis and rejection among others. So now, please correct me if I get it wrong, but in this sense, aren't Inoue and Ishida's powers almost the same? What if their powers were combined against Ywach? From this point of view, we could have had someone different from Ichigo to fix the whole situation.

I hope you find something interesting to think about! Let me know what your thoughts!

#bleach #kurosaki ichigo #tybw spoilers #tybw arc #bleach thousand years blood war #bleach manga #manga thoughts #bleach theory #bleach thoughts #uryu ishida #inoue orihime #ywach #spoilers #bleach spoilers #bleach tybw spoilers