#give me trap meg back

[thundergrace]

#song of the day #big ole freak #megan thee stallion #bring Tina Snow back #give me trap meg back #Spotify

[bysaber]

Stuck in a cabin ft. Megumi Fushiguro

Day 14 of 31 Days of Ficmas!

summary — after a ski trip with a group of friends, a snowstorm traps you and the only person in the group you barely talk with, megumi fushiguro.

word count — 1.6k

content — MDNI, smut, mutual pining, mutual masturbation, praise kink (megumi has it), megumi is a little inexperienced but it’s not explicit, finger sucking (?), yuji x reader mentioned, lowercase intended

notes — happy bday megs!! my fav boy <3

it’s been one hour and a half since you and megumi started drinking and the silence is beyond excruciating.

you both have many things to say, he and you are aware of that, but somewhat the both of you can’t push yourselves to say any of it. fear holds your words back, locking them in your throats.

after a cheerful weekend with all of your friends, you were left alone; yuta and maki took off first thing in the morning and, since you slept until 1 p.m. and nobara had an assignment to turn in, yuji drove her.

megumi rented the place so, being the one who needed to hand the keys to the renter, promised yuji he would take you home instead.

problem is – by the time you got up and packed your things, a snowstorm started, trapping you and megumi in the cabin far above some mountains.

“uh, i forgot to tell you… yuji apologized for not driving you back. he was your ride, right?” megumi finally breaks the silence, his gaze locked on his empty glass of wine.

he wonders if he should fill it again.

he is a lightweight, but the wine isn’t that strong.

“that’s fine,” you couldn’t care less about yuji. not right now. this is the closest you’ve ever been to megumi, the guy who unknowingly has you on his knees, the reason you suggest drinking together in the first place. “sorry to trouble you, though.”

the raven-haired boy can feel your eyes on him, as if you’re trying to figure him out. if the wine hadn’t tinted his cheeks red yet, you would be able to see the blush on his face.

silence engulfs you again, and it sickens him to hear you gulping down your drink. with the silence, it becomes so very easy to hear all the little sounds you make, even your breathing. he’s not sure he can handle it.

he needs to break it.

“so… you and yuji?”

megumi wants to slap himself the moment the words leave his lips. what kind of question is that? he swears at himself, but he truly wants to know.

he has liked you for so long that, when he started growing suspicious about your relationship with yuji, he didn’t have the stomach to ask about it to his best friend. he would tell himself he was better off not knowing.

but yuji isn’t here.

and you… you are.

he hears it when you laugh – a laugh so genuine it warms his heart – and turns his head to look at you. you seem really amused, but he doesn’t get what’s so funny and a little pout appears on his lips.

“uh, me and yuji are just friends, megumi,” you say when your laugh comes to an end. “just friends.”

“ah,” should he believe you? you aren’t even close. why would you tell him? “i just thought…”

“what did you think, megs?” you’re fast to approach him, now sitting so close together your thighs touch and your breath fans over his jaw. you wear a playful, almost wicked, smile as you press further, “did you think i was fucking yuji?”

the dirty word in your voice makes megumi’s cock twitch. he tries to keep his breathing steady, putting his glass on the table before turning completely to you, although avoiding your eyes. does it matter if he lies? “yes.”

“why do you care?” your ambush has him almost collapsing in front of you. megumi can feel his blood running cold as he tries to think of an answer to give you, a decent one that won’t put him into further trouble. “do you want to fuck me instead, megumi?”

it is so hard to think when your face is so close. are you testing him? have you found out about his crush on you? about his perverted fantasies? are you trying to catch him red-handed?

megumi lifts his eyes to meet yours, a ‘sorry’ on the tip of his tongue when he catches on how you seem to be drowned in lust. your pupils dilated, shining bright, and a silent request you never make.

he kisses you with utter desperation, his hand grabbing the back of your neck to pull you closer and guide you through it. you straight up mewl against his lips, the sound making his blood run straight down to his dick.

as his tongue invades your mouth, you grab his shirt tight and lay down, pulling him with you. megumi doesn’t even know where to put his hands, shaking slightly as he runs them over your sides; grabbing, squeezing, making sure you are really there.

as soon as you part the kiss, your lips are on his neck and he groans, rutting his hips against your legs. he can feel his entire body growing hotter, his cheeks flushing, but you give him no time to doubt himself as you part your legs to accommodate him.

“shit…” he hisses, thrusting in a desperate attempt to have some relief. “can i… can i take these off? is this okay?”

you nod and he immediately retreats, just enough to take your sweatpants off you. too many clothes, he thinks. everything suddenly became so hot.

“take yours off, too,” you say. “please.”

you watch, lust and adoration filling you, as he stands and pulls his pants down with trembling hands. you can see the bulge on his underwear, your mouth salivating at the sight.

but megumi doesn’t wait another second before he’s on the couch again, kneeling in front of you. his hands are cold when they touch your knees, silently asking for you to open your legs again – and you do.

“kiss me again,” you notice he’s nervous so you ask, and when megumi presses his weight down on you and connects your lips again, you become a mess. “megumi…” you whisper between a kiss, moaning softly when he thrusts against you, the wetness in your panties making it feel so damn good. “are you sure you want this?”

megumi knows you can see his anxiety, but you erase it with each kiss. you erase it when you roll your hips on him, making him whimper. “yes. yes.”

you’re not sure he’s answering your question, and he buries his face on your neck as his right hand goes straight to your core. “megumi.”

“want this… want you so bad,” he whines close to your ear, pulling your panties down a little and cupping your pussy. you both moan, “shit– you’re so wet. i did this?”

his question is genuine, taking his face off your neck to look at you. he looks so fucked up and it drives you insane, knowing he was on cloud nine for touching you alone.

“y–yeah. you did,” you can barely express yourself as he massages your lower lips, his eyes locked on your face to gather every bit of your reactions. when he presses his thumb on your clit, it’s your turn to whimper, “fuck, fuck, –gumi.”

“feels good?” he’s so desperate for confirmation you’d find it cute if you weren’t so lost in yourself already.

“yeah, so good,” he hums happily with your answer, playing with your clit and circling your entrance with one of his fingers. you cry out when he pushes it inside, pumping a few times before pushing in another, “‘s so good. so good to me, megumi,” you’re out of your mind, moving your hips with him.

his chest fills with pride as he watches you squirm underneath him, hearing you praise him. he doesn’t even see you moving your hand to grab his cock, making him falter for a bit.

you push his underwear down just enough to free him, almost automatically smearing the pre-cum leaking from his tip as much as you can before wrapping your hand around him, “wanna make you– feel good too.”

he sighs in pleasure, curling his fingers inside you as he thrusts them and massages your clit. you stop pumping him for a second to collect your own wetness before enveloping him again, “fuck, fuck.” he doesn’t know for how long he can last, knowing damn well he looks like a dog in heat as he matches your movements and speed.

your orgasm comes crashing down and megumi eats the sounds you make by kissing you, the way your walls clench around his fingers and you make a mess on them being the last straw for him to cum as well.

you gasp, still coming down from your high as you feel his seed dripping on your sensitive pussy, painting it white. almost as if claiming you.

when you open your eyes to see there’s cum everywhere, you notice it wasn’t intentional. “shit, megumi, you’re so hot.”

he’s still shaking, so you motion for him to lay on top of you, “sorry, i didn’t want to–”

you shut him by taking your hand to your mouth, licking his cum off it with adoration. megumi feels his cock stir, but copies your movements, licking you off his fingers as well.

you don’t even have to think before you put your fingers on his mouth and he puts his on yours. you feel synchronized, eyes locked on each other and mind filled with dirty thoughts as you suck each other’s fingers off.

and then megumi kisses you again, your mouth filled with the taste of you both combined and you sigh, “you’re so good.”

you don’t mind how many times you’ve said it, you want to keep saying it over and over again. especially when his eyes light up like that.

megumi waited for you for a long time and now he truly is going to be good.

to you.

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satoru's little contentment

content: husband!gojo, reader has a son with him along with megs and miki, the beef between megs and toru is real you can't argue with me, teeth-rotten ig?, i'm having a baby fever for a while now huhu, blaming my gf cuz she keeps on showing me baby vids on tiktok—now i want one... not proofread, too lazy, maybe later lmaoaoa

nothing makes gojo satoru content other than seeing his own family here with him.

like at this moment, his family were just hanging around in the gojo estate garden where it used to be boring but now there's a life into it after marrying you. and you, who has a deep love for gardening stuff, you decided to give the house a makeover.

"these are the water lilies that mama planted when she was pregnant with you." with your son in your embrace, you pointed the different types of plants you personally plant.

satsuri was amazed by the colorful plants while you watched the carbon copy of your husband's blue eyes glisten in awe. your heart melts when you see your son tries to communicate with you with his babbles and hand gestures.

planting a kiss on his fluffy cheeks, you couldn't help but to let out a laugh on how adorable your son is. "ooh. i can't wait for the two of us to plant together! we could fill this whole estate with plants and even flowers!" you squeal.

your son tries to wiggle himself free as he would like to be down for a moment and play with nature, or should you say.

satsuri ran around while satoru, who was casually sitting under the tree, watched his loving wife and his adorable son grab some stones using his small tiny hands and give them to his mother, seemingly asking if he could eat them.

"baby, we cannot eat those." your giggly voice echoes in his ears pleasingly. your baby sensed something that was against his will as his lips formed into a pout and was about to cry when you immediately picked him up to console your poor baby.

"these are rocks." you grabbed the stone on his hand, gently tapping his skin using it. "see? these are hard and sharp too. one stone could hurt you, it could hurt you more if you eat it." you tried to explain it to your son well. sadly, he still didn't buy it.

satsuri let out a wail, tears are also now streaming alongside his face. being a protective mom you are, you immediately console your son while walking towards your husband to also ask for some assistance.

"oh no, my little tough guy is crying. did mama fight you? don't worry, your amazing dad will avenge you." satoru takes his son into his hold, cradling him while giving you a meaningful look.

"hush your trap, why would i even fight my own baby?" you snarl at your husband who was just laughing at your expression. satoru knows you hate it when you're making your child cry. although it is something that you should get used to in order for your child to grow morally, not spoiled.

satoru then looked down at satsuri who was now calm after being cradled in his father's embrace. everytime he would look into his son, he would always say in his mind that they were right — you were right, satsuri is really a carbon copy of him.

the only feature that his son inherited from you is a streak portion of your hair color on the side of satsuri's hair. then the rest, it resembles him.

on the contrary, satoru wished satsuri wouldn't inherit his ignorant, nuisance, troublemaker, and hard headed personality when he was way back younger. the man specifically doesn't want his son to experience the things he does inside the jujutsu world.

basically, all he could have wished and asked for is that satsuri must have inherited your soft, kind, and loving personality. those every trait of yours that made him fall in love with you. and now, that got him staring at his son for too long, hoping that satsuri would grow just like you.

hell, if he could only forbid his son to avoid being a sorcerer, then he would! but he knows in the end that satsuri would be the one who will decide his faith.

"oh, it's three in the afternoon. it's my turn to pick up gumi and miki." suddenly, you wake him up from his daydreaming session. with a hump, you stand up along with satoru.

"let's pick them up together. it would be nice to see satsuri pick up his siblings too." satoru suggested and you liked the idea. without any further, you two head to your car and drive away. you are the driver right now, of course.

"mom!"

as soon as you exit the car, you see tsumiki waving and smiling at you as you watch her skip her way towards you with megumi trailing behind her.

you kneel down to greet them in your arms. "hi, my babies! how's school?" you asked them, still giving the two your big warm hugs.

"it was fine. my friends and i gossip a lot during our break time and i can't wait to share it with you." you are tsumiki's number two gossip buddy (satoru is the first one, definitely) since both of you are female. most likely, there were times where only the two of you would understand since it's a girls thing.

"how about you, gumi?"

"just a normal one." your other baby boy answered, megumi is still wrapping his arms around your body as you sensed the fatigue in his voice.

"come on, let's head back to the car." you're about to stand up but megumi still refuses to let go. smiling to yourself, you know what he wants so you picked him up and carried him in your arms.

immediately, megumi planted his face on the crook of your neck while tsumiki volunteered to carry his bag — what a sweet girl.

"my sweet gumi must be very tired. do you want me to set up a futon in the backseat?" you cooed.

"yes please." megumi snuggles like a kitten in your embrace, making you smile and giggles at his cute tactics.

tsumiki giggles too at his brother's behavior. both of you know megumi was more fond of you among all. ever since satoru bought them home, megumi finds himself getting more attached to you and sees you as his mother figure.

the three of you proceed to the car. as tsumiki opened the door, she was greeted by a man and baby's voice who seemed to be laughing.

"tsuri! you're here!" tsumiki's face instantly grew brighter at the sight of her little brother. while megumi, his head instantly shot up from your shoulder at the sound of his other brother's name mentioned.

"hello satsuri." despite the sleepiness in his voice, there's still a hint of excitement in his voice.

"hey! i was here too!" the other baby — i mean, satoru pouted when his two children didn't even bother to greet him the way they greet satsuri.

megumi instantly snarls at satoru while tsumiki was kind enough to greet him with the same energy. your husband raises his eyebrows when he realizes that megumi was literally clinging on to you, again.

satoru doesn't have a problem with that, but there's a time when megumi would literally steal your attention away from him when it's just both of you. he just feels that megumi was doing it on purpose. behind his back, he knew megumi would smirk at him or even stick his tongue in his face.

"megs, i'm going to bring you down for a moment. i'll just set up the futon for you and tsumiki." when you get approval from your son, you bring him down and start to do your thing with the help of your husband, of course

you saw your three children playing with each other near the car. you told them not to go far away or they'll get into an accident.

"say, i'm not really in the mood to cook. should we take the kids outside for dinner?" you suggest as you flatten out the sheets of the futon. while satoru was busy double checking the safety of the bed.

"sure, it would be nice too since you've done a lot for us everyday. rest is also very important too, hm? don't forget that, my little wifey." you rolled your eyes but still smiled at his cheesy tease, but you knew satoru was just concerned for you, especially.

"okay, let's go home. it's still early and the kids need to do their assignments." you called out for your three kids who are excited to lay down on the set up futon.

your kids instantly find their spot inside as satoru starts the car. it was him driving this time since satsuri wants to be fed from you.

"sweethearts, did you wear the safety belts?" your two babies nodded. whenever you guys would set up the futon, satoru modified the space with safety belts just in case any accidents would happen, the kids would not be harmed.

looking at your children again, you saw megumi was already fast asleep as soon as he lay down. while tsumiki was watching some miraculous ladybug on her ipad. satsuri was unfortunately not with them since he's still a baby and it's very dangerous to let him sit without any supervision of grownups.

"ouch! don't bite too hard on mama, satsuri." you winced when your son bit your nipple a bit harder than the usual sucking, making satoru look at you in worry.

satsuri was now growing his teeth, so it's a double challenge to endure his sucks. thankfully, satoru was there to remind his baby to suck properly even though satsuri could barely register a word.

"satsuri, milkies are supposed to be suck carefully. want me to demonstrate it to you?" your husband is a bastard as he playfully mumbles the last statement, making you glare at him instantly.

"satoru!" if only he's not driving, you would've smacked the hell out of him. satoru just managed to let out a laugh while keeping his eyes on the road.

thank god, megumi was fast asleep and tsumiki was too engaged on her show, while satsuri is still a baby. but that is not an excuse to behave in such a way in front of your children.

"oopsie daisy! i'm so sorry, my wife. didn't mean to be very voluntary." satoru laughed at his own joke. you just snarled at him and just focused on your baby who was getting drowsy at any minute.

the rest of the ride was fine. just satoru humming a pop tune that he heard over the radio, tsumiki is still busy on her show, megumi was snoring lightly, satsuri is now fast asleep too, while you stay as you.

"baby, can we get some cakes? i am craving for some."

"no. you have to wait after dinner." you deadpanned. seems like his sweet tooth is kicking again. it makes you reminisce when you're still pregnant with your youngest. satoru was craving food more than you do and it somehow confused you.

"but baby—"

"the kids would not properly eat their dinner if they proceed to dessert first. you have to wait, satoru."

"okay." the only available choice for satoru is no choice. that's why his pout is longer than usual, good thing you're getting a bit immune to that. but that doesn't mean you're always enduring his puppy eyes.

sooner than later, the whole family was now home. satoru was carrying the sleepy satsuri while you're carrying the sleepy megumi and tsumiki was walking on her while carrying the bags.

satoru refuses to leave his eyes on you as you walk inside the house. he made a comment on how clingy megumi is and you shouldn't be carrying him because the little boy's now growing.

you replied to him that it's fine and you want to carry him while you still can. like he said, megumi was now growing and you want to cherish those moments to its fullest. satoru was softened by your words. but that doesn't mean his concern about you lessened, so he suggests that he would be the one who's going to carry megumi.

however, your middle child refuses to be held by your husband, that's why both of you ain't got no choice again but to let megumi be carried by you.

"you should've just left him sleeping on the pathway." satoru mumbles. you just shoot him a knowing look because another war would break out if megumi found out that satoru talked about him behind his back. thank goodness, megumi was a heavy sleeper.

"you agree with me, right, satsuri? that your older brother should've just sleep outside?" satoru whispers to his son. it was audible to you, so you're not sure if it was intentional for you to hear him say or not.

somehow, it brings a small smile to your lips despite his silliness, you know he didn't mean that at all. stroking megumi's hair just to make sure he's comfy in your embrace, you decided to counter his words.

"and you'll be sleeping outside too if you keep on teaching my son bad behavior and talking crap to my other son too."

part 2?

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[zepskies]

Smoke Eater - Part 6

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

🔥 Series Masterlist

Word Count: 7,000 Tags/Warnings: Fluff, jealousy, angst, hurt/comfort

Part 6: “Just Casual”

A few days after the house fire that claimed the life of Paul Richardson, father of two, Chief Bobby Singer was joined in his office by Detectives Winchester and Novak, along with his resident Squad Captain and Truck Lieutenant, Benny and Dean.

“The Richardson fire has officially been determined an arson,” Bobby revealed.

“They found a time-delay incendiary device hidden in the attic. No fingerprints. But that’s not even the odd thing,” he said. “The medical examiner found a brand mark on his wrist that was inconsistent with his other burns. Which is why you’re here, I reckon.”

Bobby directed his gaze at both John and Cas, who didn’t look surprised to hear this news.

Dean raised a brow. His gaze shifted to his father, but John only met his stare for a moment before he answered Bobby’s unspoken question.

“We’ve been investigating a series of murders in the area over the past six months,” John said. “Each victim died in their home, with the same brand somewhere on their body. Typically the wrist, or the back of the neck.”

“So we officially have a serial killer turned arsonist on our hands,” Bobby concluded. His attention shifted to Benny and Dean. “Keep this close to the vest, but keep your eyes open.”

“Arsonists are hard to catch,” Dean said, looking to the detectives. “What do you know about this guy?”

Cas glanced at John. The older man could feel his stare, but had to ignore it for now.

“Not much as of yet,” John said. “Right now he’s a coil of smoke, if you’ll pardon the phrase. Our psychologist says he’s most likely a white male, statistically speaking. College educated, or at the very least intelligent, efficient, and so far, he thinks every step through. Like he said, no prints. But the brand is a message.”

“To who, and why, is what we’ve been trying to figure out,” Cas added. “We think that’s the key to pinpointing a suspect.”

“Really,” Dean said. He raised a brow and crossed his arms. “Six months, and that’s all you’ve got?”

“Dean,” John started, but the Lieutenant shook his head.

“Come on, Dad. I know you. Who is this guy?”

“Dean, this is the best I can give you right now, but believe me, we’re working on it,” John said, that tone that boded no further argument.

Bullshit, Dean wanted to shoot back. But he held his tongue for now. He knew that John wouldn’t budge. Instinct still told Dean that his father was holding something back though.

As the men filtered out of Bobby’s office, Dean held Cas back for a moment.

“Watch the old man’s back, all right,” Dean said. “He’s got a penchant for being reckless.”

Cas gave him a wry, pointed look. “I’m doing my best. Winchesters are a stubborn lot.” 

Dean smirked and walked out with him. Meg was headed inside, having just come in from an ambulance call. She smiled when she saw her boyfriend.

“Hey, lover,” she greeted. And she smacked his ass in front of God and the entire Rescue Squad, who liked to sit outside the firehouse and play cards at their table.

Ramirez and the others smirked and called out their customary whoops and cat calls. Dean smirked at the actual blushing discomfort that tightened up Cas’s face and shoulders.

“Dinner tonight at Casablanca’s, right?” Meg asked, unfazed by the catcalling peanut gallery.

“Right,” Cas said stiffly. But he still brushed her cheek with his thumb in affection. “See you later.”

“Yep,” she nodded, though she shot Dean a wry brow. “What? I stole your boyfriend. Get over it.”

She continued on her path back inside the firehouse, leaving Dean and Cas to stare after her in annoyance and begrudging fondness, respectively.

Dean turned to his friend and clapped him on the shoulder.

“Good luck and Godspeed, my friend. That woman’s fuckin’ terrifying.” 

Cas gave him a lazy salute as he walked away. He found that John had already started up their police car. He was in the driver’s seat, as always, with a hand resting casually on the steering wheel.

Dean typically sat in much the same way. Cas thought both men were more comfortable in a car than anywhere else in life. Except, maybe, the precinct and the firehouse.

Cas slid into the passenger seat and gave his partner a knowing look.

“I still think you should tell Sam and Dean what’s really happening here,” he said.

John looked over at him with an almost unreadable expression. But they had been partners for a few years now; long enough for Cas to get a read on the older veteran.

“I understand why you want to keep them out of this, but now this guy is starting fires. Here, in Dean’s district,” Cas pointed out. “Wouldn’t it be safer for him if he had clearer eyes walking into the next one?”

If, God forbid, something should go wrong on the next call Dean responded to, John would never forgive himself. Both he and Cas knew this, but John never answered his partner’s question. He didn’t want his sons getting their noses in this just yet, even if it meant the worry he saw in Dean’s eyes.

So he put the car in “drive” and peeled away from the firehouse.

Trying to match your schedule with Dean’s was a challenge you two were trying to figure out. Though you’d fallen into a pattern of talking on the phone to fill the void when you two couldn’t meet.

Even after almost two more weeks and a third date, you were pleasantly surprised that you and Dean still had plenty to talk about. You told him more about your childhood with your grandparents, while he told you funny stories about him and Sam growing up with their dad, though he was often gone while working on cases.

It was family friend and Fire Chief, Bobby Singer who looked after them whenever John couldn’t, or his old partner Jody Mills, or even Ellen Harvelle, owner of the Roadhouse.

The more you learned about Dean, the more invested you became. And he listened to you when you went on tangents about new recipes you wanted to try out (as long as he got to be your official Taste Tester).

You two argued, playfully and fervently, about music. And you’d been creating a list of old shows the other hadn’t seen, but absolutely needed to.

Dean had suggested Dukes of Hazzard, for example, while you suggested Smallville. You each only agreed to put up with this list if you two watched it together. (Needless to say, there would be some marathon binge watching in your future.)

You particularly took notice though, when Dean invited you to join him at the Roadhouse to meet Cas, one of his best friends, and his girlfriend Meg. You’d invited Andréa to come along, and even Dean’s friend Benny, who she’d also been seeing ever since that night at the Roadhouse.

Apparently, the couple had their own plans.

You tried not to feel some type of way about her brush-off, but your friend had been increasingly distant since she met Benny Lafitte. However, you supposed you couldn’t judge. You hadn’t been calling her as much either, ever since you met Dean.

You knew that if you kept dating him, some adjustments would have to come in your life. You also promised yourself that you’d never be someone who forgot your friends for a man…even for a man like Dean Winchester.

Tonight, however, you’d come directly from work to meet him at the bar. It made more sense than to make him come pick you up from your house, so you sat with a ginger ale while you waited. He’d promised you via text that he was on the way, just stuck in traffic.

Okay, drive safe. 😘 Don’t speed, please.

You knew how he liked floor the Impala with that damn lead foot of his.

No promises. 🏎️

You wanted to roll your eyes, but you were smiling unconsciously as you read his reply.

You were soon knocked out of your thoughts when a smooth voice said your name. You looked up and to your right, and there stood a familiar face. The man greeted you with an easy smile as he sat down next to you.

“I thought that was you,” he said. He reached out his hand and re-introduced himself. “Gordon Walker. Not sure if you remember me.”

“Oh, yes! Of course I do, Gordon,” you smiled and shook his hand.

“It’s good to see you again,” he said. His dark eyes subtly took you in from head to toe in your skirt, heels, and blouse. “Though I’ve gotta admit, I’ve never seen you here before.”

“Ah, right,” you said. “Well—”

Before you could explain, Gordon held up a finger as he noticed your drink of choice.

“Oh, wait a sec. Let me get you something stronger than soda,” he said. He started to flag down Jo, but you shook your head and made a cutting motion with your hand.

“Uh, no, that’s okay,” you said. “I’m waiting for someone.”

“What?” Gordon asked.

It was getting busy in the bar, making it loud enough that you could understand why he hadn’t heard you. You leaned over towards his ear.

“I’m good for now, thanks,” you said, raising your voice a bit. Gordon leaned in even closer and chanced resting a hand above your knee.

“You sure?” he asked. He gave you a smile that was all smooth sex appeal and confidence, without being arrogant.

It was undoubtedly attractive, but you were more shocked than charmed in your blush. You instinctively leaned back when you felt his hand on your thigh. Your hand clenched on the counter.

While your brain scrambled to figure out a response that would successfully remove it (without snapping rudely like you were itching to), a hand slipped along your lower back.

You jolted a bit in your seat with a flare of unease, until you turned your head and found Dean.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, and dropped a kiss at your hairline. He also clapped a heavy hand on Gordon’s shoulder and squeezed. The other man graciously got the hint and leaned back, withdrawing his hand from your thigh.

“Hi,” you said, finally able to breathe a bit easier. You gave Dean a smile, and he returned it.

He looked over at his friend with a sharper smile. “Hey, Gord. How’s your night goin’?”

“Good.” Gordon nodded, now with a knowing gleam in his eye. “Though I’m sure your night’s gonna go better.”

You weren’t sure how to take that remark, considering the way Dean reacted with a tighter expression and pursed lips. Then, they flickered at a smile.

“Well, we’re meeting up with Meg and Cas in a minute. You should join us,” Dean said. Even though his tone wasn’t so very inviting. The two men seemed to have a wordless conversation between the lines that you couldn’t decipher.

Gordon shook his head, but raised his drink. “No worries, you guys hang. I’m leaving in a few.”

“All right. Let us know if you change your mind,” Dean said. He thumped Gordon once more on the back, more friendly this time.

Dean’s other hand slipped around your waist. He tapped you on the side.

“Come on, I’ve got us a table. It’s quieter,” he said.

You nodded and slid out of your seat. You offered Gordon a polite smile, even if you’d rather not.

“Have a good night,” you said.

The other man’s smile was less flirtatious and more polite this time as well.

“You too,” he said. 

Dean helped you onto your feet, like the gentleman he was, and he continued to lead you away from the bar with a hand on the small of your back. You instinctively pressed against his side to squeeze past the throng of patrons.

When you reached a high-top table in the corner, he pulled out your chair and held your hand as you climbed up in your skirt. You thanked him with a more genuine smile. Though once he was seated next to you, you leaned towards him and laid a hand on his arm, which rested on the table.

“I tried to tell him I was waiting for you. He took me by surprise,” you whispered.

Dean’s brows rose, but his face soon evened out with a smile. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Don’t worry about it. He didn’t know about us,” he said. “He was shootin’ his shot…a bit aggressively. Sorry about that.”

“Oh…it’s okay. Nothing I haven’t dealt with before,” you replied. Though butterflies ran through your belly when you considered what us meant.

You noted his frown at what you’d said though, and so you aimed to change the subject.

“But Cas and Meg know, right?” you asked.

Dean nodded. His frown started to lift. “Yeah. Cas is one of my best friends. Meg is…well. She’s the little sister I wish I didn’t have.”

You shook your head in amusement. Then you let out a squeal as Dean hooked a foot around the leg of your chair and brought you closer. He stopped you from becoming too unbalanced by wrapping an arm around your waist. You clenched your hands into the open panels of his plaid shirt, and his charming smile greeted you.

“Hi,” he said.

You laughed. “Yeah, you mentioned that earlier.”

“Well, I’m doing it right this time,” he said. And he dipped down for a lingering kiss.

Across the bar was Jo Harvelle, doing her job behind the counter. She poured five shots in succession and doled them out to a party of frat bros without even looking.

Her eyes were drawn to the back corner of the bar, where you and Dean sat closely together, exchanging whispers and the occasional steamy kiss.

“Mind your business,” came Ellen’s whisper in her ear.

Jo whipped her head to glare softly at her mother, but she saw Ellen’s point. It was both obvious and pathetic of her to stare.

Despite the unease making her feel a bit sick to her stomach, Jo went over to Gordon down at the end. His sympathetic smile bothered her; she knew then she hadn’t just been caught by her mother.

“Interesting, isn’t it?” he remarked.

“What?” Jo said. She began wiping down his area of the counter. “Would it kill you to keep it in the glass?”

Gordon gave her an amused look as he sat back in his seat. His tumbler of whiskey was drained.

“Look, I’m sorry, all right?” he said.

Both of them knew he wasn’t apologizing for the spill.

Jo’s brows knitted together, mostly in annoyance. “Again, for what?”

“I know it’s gotta be hard to see him actually moving on,” he replied.

Her lips pursed, and her eyes darted to the back of the room again. She stared for a moment at the side of your face.

“Knowing him, whatever it is won’t last,” she muttered.

Gordon hissed at the "burn," with a deep chuckle. She knew her words weren’t kind, but it was how she felt.

“That may be,” he allowed. “But he’s not just chasing tail anymore. That’s what scares you.” 

Gordon dropped a nice tip for her next to his glass. He grabbed his coat off the back of his chair and left Jo with the churning in her gut.

Cas and Meg finally arrived a few minutes later.

Dean knew you’d been to the Roadhouse before, but this was different. You were meeting some of his friends, and he realized how much he wanted you to. He felt…comfortable around you. And he wanted his friends to know you, and to like you.

“As you know, Meg’s our Paramedic in Charge over at 25,” he began, gesturing at the woman as she got settled in her seat.

You admired her long brown hair, tall boots, and black leather jacket. She seemed to ooze confidence and dark charisma as she tossed you a smirk.

“Guilty,” she said.

You smiled back. Dean gestured at her boyfriend next, clad in a beige trench coat, slacks, and blazer.

“And Cas, who bravely suffers being my dad’s partner on the job.”

Cas nodded wryly at the introduction. His dark hair and blue eyes were striking, you could admit. His tie was loose and slightly rumpled. Along with the stubble coating his face, he was handsome, if a bit scruffy. It was hard for you to believe he’d earned the top scores his year in the Police Academy, but you supposed that looks could be deceiving.

“What’s that like?” you asked with a smirk. “From what I’ve heard about John Winchester, he sounds like he’s a bit of a hard-ass.”

Dean barked with a dry laugh. “An understatement.”

“He has a crab-like shell,” Cas agreed. “But he has a soft center where it counts, not unlike his sons.”

You turned to Dean with a more teasing smile. “Aww…”

He rolled his eyes, even though his arm, which had been draped across the back your chair, now dropped to curl around your waist.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Columbo,” he remarked at his blue-eyed friend.

Always had to get the last dig in, it seemed, but you couldn’t help but laugh a little along with Meg at Cas’s expense.

“You guys all seem really close,” you said. It was nice for you to see.

Dean shrugged like it was no big deal. Or rather, like it was commonplace.

“Well, maybe family ain’t just about blood,” he said.

Meg rolled her eyes. “Ugh. What a friggin’ sap.”

“You love it,” Dean grinned. She smiled, begrudgingly.

Family ain’t just about blood.

You liked that sentiment as well. It seemed to be true here. 

Even Ellen Harvelle treated Dean like a son when she came over to greet your table. She kissed his cheek and gave Meg and Cas’s shoulders a squeeze. Even you got a warm hand on your shoulder when she introduced herself.

“Welcome, hun. I understand it’s not your first time here, but if you got any questions on the menu, you let me know,” she said.

Dean shot you a conspiratorial smile, and it got you wondering what he was about to do.

“I mean, I don’t know why you don’t put the order in for chili fries the second you see me come through the door,” he teased. “Come on, Ellen. How long’ve I been coming here? Since before I had a license?”

Ellen narrowed her eyes and flicked the side of Dean’s head, regardless of his flinching protest.

“Don’t you go sayin’ that so damn loud,” she reproached. “You never drank underage at my bar.”

His eyes averted with a smile, in a way that told you Ellen was a damn liar. You bit your lip to try and hide your smile.

“Anyway, I’ll get your damn fries—”

“And a beer,” Dean interjected. She rolled her eyes.

“And a beer. Four?” she pointed at the rest of you, and you, Cas, and Meg nodded in agreement.

“All right, four beers. Anything else, darlin’?” She looked at you with a mother’s charm.

You looked up from the menu and unconsciously smiled.

“Um, sure. Can I get the chicken sandwich?”

She patted your shoulder. “You sure can.”

Ellen then took the rest of their orders without writing a thing down. You were impressed by her memory. At the end though, Dean didn’t let her go without a hand on her arm.

“Thanks, Ellen,” he said with a more sincere smile.

“A-huh,” she replied, with all due sarcasm. But there was a fondness in her eyes that was hard to miss when she playfully grabbed the back of his neck. “Knucklehead.”

A giggle escaped you, and Ellen tossed you a wink before she went to put in the orders and get the drinks.

Conversation flowed easier when the alcohol came. One beer became two, and even three (four, for Meg). By then, you were sure it was one beer too many for yourself, but you didn’t want to be the odd one out. You were mostly listening to the three of them bounce back and forth between reminiscing with old stories and roasting one another mercilessly.

It was hilarious and entertaining, but you were trying not to get caught in the crosshairs of the volleying. Inevitably though, Meg’s attention turned to you with a certain sly smile.

“You must be real special,” she remarked, gesturing at Dean. “He usually doesn’t bring his girls around here, where he actually likes to hang out. Guess that’d mean he’d have to see ‘em again with the lights on.”

You blinked in surprise.

“Meg,” Dean’s voice cut like a warning.

Your eyes widened as you took in the change, his deeper voice, his more serious gaze, versus Meg’s nonchalance. Even Cas gave her a chiding look.

“Not sure I want to know what that means,” you tried to joke.

But you could guess. It was fairly obvious.

You glanced over at Dean, whose lips pursed. Before either of you could say anything more, Meg chimed in.

“Oooh, is this gonna be your first fight?” she teased.

Dean’s brows furrowed with a glare. “That’s enough.”

“And that’s our cue,” Cas nodded. He’d already slipped out his wallet as soon as his girlfriend started talking. He left a generous few bills to cover their half of the night, plus tip, and got up out of his seat. He claimed his coat and then encouraged Meg off her chair.

“What? I’m not done with my beer,” she protested.

“I think you are,” Cas said.

Meg scoffed, but she allowed his manhandling as he wrapped a supportive arm around her waist.

“You’re not the boss of me, Clarence,” she snipped.

“Certainly not,” he agreed. “But you’re a lightweight. Time to go home, before you insult the entire bar.”

“You’re no fucking fair,” she groused, hitting his chest over his jacket. Cas leveled you and Dean with a long-suffering look of apology.

Dean waved him off with a “no sweat it” look and a shake of his head. Meg annoyed the shit out of him sometimes, especially when she was drunk. He turned to you with a sigh.

“Again, sorry about that. I didn’t think I’d have to apologize for my friends more than once tonight,” he said.

You shook your head. “It’s...okay. Overall, they were really fun.”

Dean scoffed. “I don’t think Cas has been called fun even once in his life.”

You smiled in amusement, but Meg’s words still swirled around in your head like heady wine.

“Dean,” you began, but your attempt to broach the issue was cut off by his cell phone ringing. He gave you an apologetic look and fished in his pocket for his phone. His brows rose when he saw the caller ID.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I gotta take this,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, okay—” You’d barely nodded when Dean was up and out of his chair, heading out of the bar. You could still see him through one of the faded glass doors as he held the phone up to his ear.

It was late, and quieter now. A blonde server came to take your plates, and you actually remembered her.

“Oh, hi! Jo, right?” you asked. She hesitated when you spoke, but she bobbed her head.

“That’s me,” she said. “Can I get you anything else?”

“No, I’m good. Thanks,” you said with a smile. “I met your mom. She’s really nice.”

Jo uttered a wry laugh as she stacked the plates and silverware. You helped her collect the silverware and empty beer bottles.

“Yeah, when you get her good side,” she replied. 

You smirked at that, remembering how Ellen snapped back and forth with Dean. You had no doubt that woman could be a pistol if you pissed her off.

“Well, it's nice here,” you admitted, once again taking stock of the décor. The music, the warm lighting, the good food… “It’s cozy.”

Jo’s smile quirked to one side as she paused.

“Well, it’s been in my family for three generations of Harvelles,” she said. “This was my father’s favorite place in the world.”

You caught the note of melancholy in her words, in her eyes.

“Was?” you echoed. She met your gaze and nodded.

“He was a firefighter,” she said. “He died on the job.”

You dimmed considerably. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

Jo only nodded.

“How did he…” Your curiosity got the best of you, but you soon shook your head and backtracked. “Never mind, you don’t have to explain.”

“It was a fire that wasn’t properly vented,” Jo answered your half-spoken question. Her blue eyes were heavier. “He got caught in an updraft…but he actually worked at Firehouse 25. He was their brother. That’s why this’ll always be their place.”

You processed that with a slow nod of wonder.

“It’s good that you and your mom will always have that support,” you said eventually. “Even though…it might be hard too, to always be reminded.”

Jo’s lips quirked again. “It’s more the first one, but…sometimes the second one. A lot of these guys have known me since I had braces. It’s hard to shake that perpetual little sister thing.”

You smiled at that. “Yeah, I’d imagine that gets old real quick. A bunch of over-protective older brothers.”

“Overbearing, more like,” she scoffed. You laughed.

Unconsciously, you glanced over to the front of the bar, where you saw Dean still on the phone. You remembered the second date you were meant to have, when he was late due to a five-car pileup his team responded to.

You remembered that night he called you for the first time, after a long day he didn’t want to tell you about. He’d let you distract him instead. All the while, it had you wondering what he’d seen. What he’d responded to that day.

Had it been another car accident? A fire? What made someone as upbeat and funny and smooth as Dean seem to lose all the life in his voice?

Though while you were lost in your thoughts, Jo was watching you.

Jealousy roiled inside her, unbidden. She didn’t want to hate you, because unlike the girls Dean usually messed around with, you had some self-respect. Jo heard Meg’s snide clips at you earlier, and no one could fake the surprise in your eyes. Unless you were just that good a damn actor…

But no, she didn’t get that vibe from you.

It didn’t mean she had to like you though. 

“You’re right to think twice,” Jo said, earning your attention back with a swivel of your head. “What Meg said…she wasn’t wrong. Dean’s broken a few hearts, if you catch my drift.”

Just a few well-placed words, Jo thought. She realized then that she had the power to twist the wrench here, widening the gap between you and Dean. Feed your doubts.

She didn’t have to feel bad about it if it was the truth.

And yet…she saw the way your gaze fell. The disappointment setting in, the anxious clench of your hands on the table. You glanced over at Dean again out of the corner of your eye.

Jo realized then just what she was doing, not just to Dean, but to herself.

You’re not some petty bitch, she dully reminded herself.

“But,” she found herself adding. You raised your gaze back to her. Jo let out a subtle breath.

“It’s not always his fault,” she admitted. And maybe she was speaking a bit too much from experience. “The job demands a lot from him.”

Slowly, you nodded. You looked pensive, but not like you’d made up your mind.

Fine, Jo thought, as she collected the dishes and left your table.

She didn’t know if she wanted to sway you one way or the other on taking a chance on Dean Winchester.   

While you were talking to Jo, Dean was taking his father’s unexpected call.

“Hey, Dad. What’s up?” he said.

“Hey, son. How are ya?” John’s voice was gruff and tired. Dean frowned to hear it.

“I’m good. I’m out right now, but did you need something?”

“Have you responded to any fires lately?”

“You mean like the Richardson fire?” Dean asked pointedly. “No, haven’t had one since. And no cattle prod brandings either.”

“All right, good. Just checking in.”

Good? Dean thought. John would be chomping at the bit for a new arson. If he was “just checking in,” then he was worried about something. Is he worried about me?

“What’s going on? Is there something I need to know?” Dean asked in suspicion. This was why he had taken the call. “Seriously, you can tell me. I’m not even gonna bitch at you like Sam does.”

John chuckled. But then he hesitated. Dean knew he’d hit on something.

“Dad?” he pressed.

John’s sigh was a heavy one. “Okay. What I’m about to tell you, you don’t fucking repeat. Not to anyone, you understand me? Not even your brother.”

Dean’s brows furrowed in trepidation. “Okay, fine. What the hell is it?”

“Richardson, the father of two?” John reminded. “He was a lawyer, linked to a money laundering scheme through a company called Stull Storage. It’s an old company, dates back to the seventies.”

“Okay…” 

As John continued to explain, the more confused Dean became… 

About 30 years ago, John Winchester had been a young, but promising officer in the Narcotics division. He’d married young, and by then was just barely clearing the five-year mark. Already he had the house he’d inherited from his wife’s parents, a four-year-old son, and a newborn.

Stull Storage’s units were used by a drug ring that John had been trying to infiltrate, undercover. Those units had stored cocaine, illegal weapons, and other flavors of contraband, mostly from South America (and back).

“We got close to breaking that case, once, but after the fire…I transferred out of Narcotics, as you know,” John said.

Dean knew the real story there. After his mom died, his father went into a spiral, trying to find whoever set that fire—even after the Fire Department found no evidence of arson. John had eventually been forced out of Narcotics. He requested Homicide.

As he’d told Dean once when he was extremely drunk: I seem to do better at my job when the bodies are already dead.

“Now I know that I was right about your mother’s death,” John said.

Dean released a shaky sigh. “Aw, man. Not this again, Dad. For Christ’s sake.”

“There was something wrong about that fire, Dean,” he said, raising his voice to be heard over Dean’s objections. “I just didn’t find the connection…until now.”

Dean muttered a curse under his breath. His gaze fell to the ground. Sam was usually the one who drew a hard line at hearing any more about their mom’s supposed murder, but now Dean had reached the end of his tether. It was too much.

He glanced back through the glass doors to make sure you were okay. He saw you talking to Jo, and he frowned at himself.

Here you were, waiting on him back in the bar, and his dad was calling him in the middle of the night, chasing ghosts again.

“Look…it’s been my whole damn life with this.” Dean held the phone to his ear with one hand, and rubbed at his forehead with the other. “I just can’t do this with you anymore.”    

“Dean, listen,” John urged. “You wanna know what I’m digging into, this is it. I got Mary’s file unsealed.”

Dean’s eyes widened. “What? Thought you couldn’t do that without new evidence and a court order.”

“Well, I’ve got the evidence…maybe I was a bit impatient with the court order.”

Dean rolled his eyes. His father liked to play a little fast and loose with the rules.

“At the time, the medical examiner dismissed it. She’d been burned…” John paused on a deeper breath. “But I saw it. Mary had a burn on her wrist. It was the same brand found on Richardson. On Jerry Stillwell, CPA. Amanda Waller, journalist. It’s all connected, Dean. How they’re connected to one another, I’m not sure yet. We’re still digging…but I do know this. Richardson was a message.”

Dean’s back hit the wall of the Roadhouse. His brows furrowed as he struggled to digest everything John was saying.

“A message?” he asked. “To who?”

“To me, I think. Those kids, and their mother…you got ‘em out alive, but they weren’t meant to,” John said, his voice sounding heavy. "The wife told me her husband was erratic when he got home, holding his wrist. He'd been burned before the fire. He wouldn't say what happened...then they smelled the goddamn smoke."

"Shit," Dean replied. He leaned heavily against the wall, pressing a hand to his forehead. There was an ache starting between his eyes.

“Yeah," John agreed. "The drug ring I was investigating, when I was in Narcotics. I was getting close. And I mean close. I was about to get the Big Kahuna. The kingpin of the whole operation…and then the house fire.”

Fuck. Dean wiped at his mouth anxiously as he realized what John was saying. Fuck.

“He burned me, Dean. He must have,” John said. Meaning, the drug lord he was trying to pin down somehow discovered his identity. “Your mom paid the price of that.”

“Who is this guy?” Dean asked. His hand holding the phone was starting to tremble.

“I still don’t know his real name. Workin’ on that one too,” John said. “But they called him Azazel.”

When Dean eventually hung up with his father and returned to you at the bar, he saw you brighten. But you soon dimmed with a tinge of worry. Something of his thoughts must’ve shown on his face.

Shit. He tried his best to school his features.

“Hey, sorry about that,” he said, grasping your shoulder. “I’ll take you home.”

“I met you here, remember?” you asked.

Dean paused, then shook his head. Get it together, asshole.

“Right," he said. "Well, I’ll walk you to your car. Let me just pay real quick.”

After he sorted out the bill (he didn’t know that you’d slipped in an extra $30 in Cas’s stack for your part), he led you out, saying goodbye to Ellen and Jo while you went.

You hesitated when the two of you got to the car. Something wasn’t right with him. And both Jo and Meg’s words still rolled back and forth through your head.

“Dean, are you okay? Who was it on the phone?” you asked.

“I’m fine. It was just my dad, called to have me take a look at his car. We were just arguing about our schedules…I’m sure you can relate,” he replied, trying at a smile.

You weren’t sure if you believed him. Though he was nearly convincing, he was also shifting on his feet, hands in his pockets. His gaze roamed away from yours, above your head and over your shoulder.

“Um, I might’ve had a beer too many,” you said with a half-chuckle. “Could you walk with me for a bit? Just until my head clears enough to drive.”

“I could take you home,” Dean offered.

“And leave my car here?” you asked. In a public parking lot behind a bar?

You shook your head and pointed down the road.

“Just there and back…but if you need to go, I guess I could just sit in my car for a while.”

Dean shook his head with a frown. He couldn’t tell you that a damn serial killer was on the loose.

“No, it’s okay,” he said. “It’s a relatively safe neighborhood, but not so much at night. Not by yourself.”

He laid a hand on your back to start walking with you, but his hand soon fell back to his side. You glanced at him, but he looked straight ahead, unusually quiet and reserved.

It felt like he was checking out of this night with you. Like he just wanted to usher you into the car and leave. Did he just not want to deal with what Meg said?

“You must be real special,” she remarked, gesturing at Dean. “He usually doesn’t bring his girls around here, where he actually likes to hang out. Guess that’d mean he’d have to see ‘em again with the lights on.”

Letting out a breath, you tried to see if you could broach the subject.

“It was nice to meet some more of your friends,” you said, and with a nervous laugh, “even if it did get awkward there at the end.”

Dean finally looked over at you.

“We never exactly talked about what each of us was looking for,” you said. “What we were really doing here.” 

You stood your ground, but you tried not to look censuring. Just open to whatever he might have to say. Even so, unease churned inside you.

Dean sighed and raked a hand through his hair. “Look, she wasn’t exactly wrong about me.”

You considered that with a nod, biting the inside of your lip.

“When was the last time you were in a relationship?” you asked. Dean gave a humorless huff of a laugh. This really was the last thing he wanted to get into tonight, but he had a feeling he had no choice.

“A few months ago, for about a minute,” he said. “But uh, before then…never.”

Together, you began to cross the street while the cars on either side waited at the red light. Pedestrians had the right of way for the next 30 seconds. You looked over at him and steeled yourself.

“Dean, is this is something casual for you?”

“Define casual,” he attempted to joke (or to deflect). Though the bravado fell the moment he saw that look on your face: tight and disappointed…and hurt.  

He reached for your hand, but you weren’t having it. You slipped away from him and continued walking at a more brusque clip, even in those platform heels.  

“Okay, hold on.” He quickly followed after you and tugged you back by the hand. It had you both stopping in the middle of the crosswalk.  

Dean squeezed your hand and peered into your eyes.

“Look, I’m sorry. Don’t close up on me,” he implored. “…Please.”

Despite your better judgment, and your pursed lips, you waited. Something told you this man didn’t often say please.

“The truth is, I’m trying to do something different here with you. I don’t think we would’ve made it to date #4 if we were just casual,” he said. “I’m not playing games either.”

You wanted to trust that he was serious. Once again, your mind and your heart were at odds; the former told you to be wary, while the latter told you to trust the earnestness in his eyes.

Your heart won. “Okay, Dean.”

“Yeah?” he asked, with hopeful brows raised.

“Yeah,” you nodded.

You finally smiled. And you leaned up, resting a hand against his chest, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His stubble was coarse, but familiar against your lips.

Dean turned his head and leaned in for a proper kiss. His hands found the curve of your waist and brought you closer against his chest. You both sunk deeper into it, your lips gliding as your head tilted into the kiss…

Until a horn honked loudly, making you both jolt at the sound.

The streetlight was green, and several cars were waiting for you to cross. You snorted in amusement, leading Dean to grin down at you. He tugged you back into step with him across the street.

Again, you hesitated at your car. Dean was more himself as he’d held your hand all the way back.

He now held your car door open while you threw in your purse. But when you turned back to him, you still saw something brooding behind his eyes.

You drew near and grasped the open edges of his shirt. This man wore a lot of plaid when he was out of uniform, always with an undershirt. Tonight it was green plaid on gray, complete with some faded jeans and a pair of boots. This was the only “casual” way in which you wanted Dean.  

“Hey,” you started.

“Hmm?” he replied, holding you by your arms.

“I get that we haven’t known each other all that long. So you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” you said. “But did something happen when you stepped out? When you talked to your dad?”

Dean paused. His eyes, a pale green under the streetlamp, flicked to yours.

“I just want to know that you’re okay,” you said. “And if you’re not, that’s okay too.”

After a moment to blink in surprise, your earnestness got to him. His grip moved down your arms, and he took one of your hands. His dad’s warning echoed through his mind.

What I’m about to tell you, you don’t fucking repeat. Not to anyone, you understand me? Not even your brother.

Dean knew his dad didn’t make demands without a reason, even if he wasn’t typically so forthcoming with them. But Dean drew enough courage to be as honest as he could be. You deserved that much, after everything you'd put up with tonight.

“My mom died...when I was about four,” he said. “It was a house fire.”

Your eyes widened. All this time, you’d assumed his mother had passed away. You hadn’t expected that, though. You squeezed his hands.

“I’m so sorry,” you said, and you meant it. Dean just shook his head.

“It was ruled an accident. Really they just didn’t have much evidence either way,” he continued. “But uh, my dad’s been obsessed with the idea that it wasn’t. That someone started the fire on purpose… Well, today, he might’ve found his proof.”

He held your gaze for as long as he could, but in the end, he just couldn’t. His chest was tight. Saying those words out loud made them real, and he wasn’t sure of how to handle it.  

“Oh, Dean,” you said, starting and stopping, as you struggled to formulate a response that wasn’t just “I’m sorry,” or “Are you okay?” 

He clearly wasn’t. You also didn’t want to give him platitudes like, “That’s crazy,” or the ever-inspired: “Wow.” 

Or some other variation of what you’re supposed to say. You wanted to give him something honest. Something real. 

So you curled your hands around his arms, earning his gaze.

“You must be reeling right now,” you said. “Do you think he’s onto something this time?”  

“I don’t know what to think,” said Dean. “I’ve been pressing him for answers, but…honestly? I wish he hadn’t told me a damn thing.” 

You didn’t know what to say to that. You were surprised that he actually confided in you with this. But the only thing you could think to do was lean up on your toes and slip your arms around his neck. You hugged him, warm and tight. 

You couldn’t even imagine what he was feeling, but you just wanted him to know that someone was there for him. You were there for him. 

Dean eventually hugged you back. He held you, reassuring you as well as himself. He blew out a cathartic breath, and his hand came up to cup the back of your head. His lips tugged upwards.

“You’re a sweetheart, you know that?” he said. 

A smile spread across your face. Your fingers soothed through his hair gently. You pressed your lips into his neck.

“I aim to please,” you said against his skin.

Dean smiled more fully at that. The new warmth in his chest warred against the roiling in his stomach. Despite his best efforts, his smile faded.

His mom’s killer was still out there.

The thought was haunting his mind, and he knew it probably would for many nights to come.

So for now, he’d just hold you a bit tighter.

AN: 🥲 I honestly didn't mean it to end so angsty, but Dean finally got some much-needed hurt/comfort there! What did you think of how Jo handled her jealous side? And Gordon "shooting his shot" lol.

Coming soon in Part 7, we finally get to a huge milestone between these two lovebirds, with a side helping of baking shenanigans. 😏❤️‍🔥

Next Time:

“Ey, ey!” he raised a warning finger with his free hand. “You’re about to take this to a new level.”

You met his gaze through your lashes with a playful smile. “So?”

Dean raised a brow at you. He could admit, you had audacity. All he could do was call your bluff.

He took one of your battered fingers into his mouth. Your eyes widened at the feel of his soft tongue swirling around your finger, sucking it clean. All the while, his eyes never broke from yours.

Lord have mercy, you thought. Really, it was the only coherent one in your head.

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[hoppingonjim]

freezing- Sierra Six

FOR THE LOML, MEGGY! who wanted a smut w degrading && ice play.

warnings: degrading, afab!reader, muscles, the word cunt (idk some people hate it), ice play, creampie, gagging, dumbification, dom!sierra, sub!reader, big dick.

note: i have never seen the movie and i dont know how to write ice all that great, so please forgive me if this sucks! i really did try. ily meg

“you're so fucking helpless without me, aren't you?”

in the dance of shadows, a sly grin adorns his face, mischief twinkling in those gleaming eyes that peer down upon you. his arms fashioned into a prison that jails you. a captive willingly ensnared, you relish in the immobility.

your knee wanders toward his crotch, gliding over the surface. a delicate exploration unfolds. it caresses, inquisitive and bold, gauging the hardness that pulsates beneath the fabric—a silent communion of anticipation.

a longing emerges within you, a fervent desire for him to embrace your yearning, to be swept away in the symphony of passion that beckons from the hidden recesses of desire.

a small smirk runs over your lips, “no. no i can get myself off just fine without you-”

those words don't delight his ears. already he can feel himself strain against the imprisoning boxers, “the fuck did you just say to me?” a small pause sufficed, “stay right there, fucking whore.”

without another word he leaves your limbs and core. abandoning you in all your thoughts. a solitary world as you slink your hand down to your clit. a finger sliding past your folds, getting a feel for the affects six casted upon you. a small click of a tongue is heard suddenly, glancing over you can see six holding a tray of, ice cubes?

sitting up only slightly, your head tilts, wondering, “what're all those for? we don't have any drinks-”

swiftly he's beside you. again. a hand moves to cup your cheek, the grip brought down by his finger tips mocking with every brush as soon the grip grows coarse, “you're so stupid baby. is anything even going on in that head of yours?” his question is accentuated by the way he takes his large hands, two knuckles and taps them against your temple, “fuckin' empty. lay back down.”

you aren't one to usually disobey, your head coddled by the pillow that lays below. hands leave your cheeks to command your legs in a forward position, and soon his fingers find coolness from the slippery ice.

"i don't want to hear none of your annoying whines, you're gonna keep that pretty mouth fucking shut, understand?" a stern gaze haunts your irises.

you only give him a nod. you know this game.

but what you didn't know is the way he'd pop an ice cube into his mouth. within seconds your legs were greeted with the trail of chilling wetness as he held the ice cube with his teeth, grazing it over your quivering skin. it was difficult to not blurt out a small whine your moan, you swore you could almost draw blood with how harsh you bit down on your bottom lip. teeth submerged.

your hips can only buck upward when the ice finally reaches your folds. soaking up your arousal and engulfing it in freezes. the touch leaves only the chilling sensation behind. once it begins to melt you feel it slide down your folds, back arching as a reactant to the very new sensations.

the ice cube fades fast with his breath, and soon his snow flake kissed tongue in inside of you. wiggling against your walls and beckoning to force a moan out of you. make you fall into his trap.

you felt stimulated in ways you never imagined before. and you couldn't hold it in anymore, a small moan slipped out from your lips.

like a large force of man he propped himself away from your sobbing slit, tongue blessed in your heat, "the fuck did i tell you earlier? you're such a dumb slut. fucking horny dumb slut."

the boxers end up bunched around his ankles before he discards them to the floor, adjacent to your swamp of clothing lurking on the wood. engorged and red, his tip is leaking with pre cum, veins strained as he can only imagine abusing your cunt.

boy, does he waste no time. you aren't given any warnings, your mouth wobbling out little apologies but his ears block them. for that brief moment he's focused on the tightness gripping his cock and grasping him.

"you're a filthy little slut huh? just a pretty face with a tight hole?" while his thrusts quickly grow savage his large hands reach over to the tray, picking up another cube. your nipples are already hard, goosebumps lining your areolas in anticipation before they were even met with the sparkling cold. your back arches instantly, again, not accustomed to the temperature drop. his cock pounding into your weeping slit only leaves your body sweltering.

you aren't able to hold back the squirms, "w-what the fuck, oh my god.. oh my god.."

for the moment he isn't able to respond to you, the overall sensations of you hugging him with your walls is heaven for him. a serendipitous escape from the life he's known. the one he leads. and yet you, in all your glory, let him take his pent up frustrations out on your pure body.

the tip of the ice cube began to drip down your body. lines of water waltzing down your sides, soaking up under your back in their path. your nipples fight the freeze before surrendering, and soon just as you moan, an ice cube falls into your mouth, "don't wanna hear you fucking whine baby." all that's able to escape your lips is a muffled bacchanal of whimpers, "aw princess, cat got your tongue?"

his biceps squeeze as he claws on the sheets below, strands of hair kissing sweat which falls beside you. the scars on his shoulders burst as he only grows desperate and animalistic. thighs and hamstring flexed in all their superiority with how needy his ramming becomes. more so, just to feel you cum harder on his cock, he- for the last time- plucks an ice cube. the cube is pressed hard against your whining clit, and although you try to argue, your mouth is hushed by its own cool cell.

"fucking fuck.. feel so good for me, tight fucking pussy huh? oh yeah, cum on this cock. 's all your good for, fuckin cum on it."

you're not one to disobey orders. tilting your head back, you find your release as you cum hard and heavy on his cock, your clit surrounded by a moat of chilling water. melted by the heat he's radiating onto your body. it doesn't even take a second before he's filling you up, his fat cock drenching you in a large load of his cum. he's proud of it too, claiming you as his. something he does over and over. indulging in pure sin with you. marking you- there's nothing better.

the ice cube in your mouth withers down, your lips coated in thawed ice, "f-fuck.. you-"

again, he's cupping your cheek. a shaking thumb gliding over your bottom lip slowly in order to plump it out. pressing hard, pulling almost as he pants, "you're such a good whore for me, you know that? say it. fucking say it."

"i'm your good whore, sir."

pleasure for him doesn't solely exist in the neediness that lines you, but in the dirty words that he's able to reel from your throat. only, he isn't satisfied.

"fucking prove it then, get those moving lips on this fucking cock."

#sierra six #sierra six smut #sierra six x reader #sierra six x you #ryan gosling smut #ryan gosling x y/n #ryan gosling x reader #ryan gosling x you #ice play #degrading k1nk

[wastrelwoods]

meg’s hannibal fic recs

hurrah for accumulating enough hannibal fics to finally organize some into a sexy little numbered list (which is comprised of three subsections. tee hee i am so organized) i am leaving out some better-known and appreciated fandom classic tastemakers just because I tend to assume people have run into those on their own but of course there are some all time faves there too. this is just already so long, holy shit,

🫀 PART THE FIRST : CANONVERSE [heartwrenching character studies, missing scenes, divergences, etc]

coffee cake by bones_2_be | 82k | hannibal leaves alone after digestivo, and will stays in wolf trap. in the middle of a snowstorm, hannibal comes back to visit. a really sweet and complex slow burn that's especially satisfying to reread in inclement weather and always leaves me craving comfort food

tenderdest touch leaves the darkest of marks & the hardest of hearts by det395 | 28k | 2part divergence from season 3b | hannibal and will end up on the wrong side of the door to his BSHCI cell. THE IMAGERY is so unparalleled the twists and turns are so masterful and the integration of silence of the lambs elements in a completely unexpected way is SO fun. PERFECT

Il falò delle vanità by More_night | 17.8k | missing scenes, one per season | will and hannibal get drunk together and skirt the edges of a years-long discussion of love, destruction, and veneration. these snapshots in their increasingly tumultuous relationship and the things that change and the things that don't....ooh wee

purple hyacinth by petrodactyl352 | 3.5k | missing scene in the season 3 timeskip | scenes from will's wedding day, featuring hannibal, alana, and will. SO full of lovely pining and a fun exploration of the interplay between these characters

culinary substitution by anbarelectrum | 8.8k | mid season 3 | will's old family meets his new family. THE choice of POV for both sections lends so much to this fic and it's a great tense little vignette that explores the dynamics at play in a really clever and exciting way while being very fair and evenhanded with all characters involved. and i LOVE the conclusions drawn

trotline by colonel_bastard | 7.7k | missing scene in season 2b | will takes hannibal fishing. just a CRAZY character study. the whole of will graham writ small in a way that boils my blood to think about. (feat. extremely detailed and visceral animal death)

after the silence has returned by fahye | 2k | post-canon | domestic autocannibalism? hannibal preparing meals with will's blood for both of them to share. just very short and sweet and good

the other side of the mirror by nbcravenstag | 7.5k | mizumono | will leaves hannibal's house after their last supper torn between two impossible choices. then will turns the car around.

everyone but me by det395 | 2.7k | listen i get why more people aren't writing fic in this fandom that is wheeze-laugh-until-your-lungs-give-out funny but you know who is doing it well? @will-gayham gets a double rec for this one

the purpose of blood by basingstoke | 5k | lovely and concise post-fall getting-together fic with a very precise and adept hannibal POV. yes there are a wealth of good post-canon fics but this is my favorite! so there! 

🫀PART THE SECOND : DAMN GOOD AUs [transformative and matchless in their creativity ]

airlock by murdertrout | 9k | scifi horror romance | the spaceship's AI has been killing off the crew. will is on a mission to stop it. i love the nonlinear structure & the way that exploration of the humanity of an AI works so well with hannibal's whole thing & the exploration of bodies and codependency (&sweet robot lovin)

the back foot by spqr | 8.5k |  kind of a pretty woman vibe, a little romcom and a little crime thriller. ANYWAY i can be reticent about sex work AUs but there's such verisimilitude in this one specifically for how many part-time gigs will is working and i think its great that the full service SW is treated basically the same as the column writing and dog-walking. it's all skilled work that's a little bit of a slog and really he wants to be free to get back to the romance subplot

it never sings vain by chaparral_crown | 117k | midsommar inspired folk horror au | exquisitely painful to read from start to finish, feels like eating your own beating heart, heavily recommend (feat. extremely vivid and graphic depiction of suicide right out the gate)

long live the knife by tei | 29k | baroque musician au | STICK THE FUCK WITH ME HERE you'll  like this so much even if you don’t know much about that. you will. the depth of research that clearly went into this fic is one of the best i've ever seen and breathes so much life into this concept and will and hannibal both fit into this space in such nuanced and interesting ways! questions of bodily autonomy and god and death and art? johann sebastian bach is there?

all of history [deleted with one stroke] & coercive notions re-evolve by serindrana | 69k | sleeper agent/mind control au that leans into psychological horror | pt 1 is a season 1 vignette: hannibal tries to take advantage of will's fevered brain and finds that it is not the terra incognita he had expected. pt 2 is a plottier fic: while trying to recover his missing memories in the BHSCI, will blacks out and wakes up at hannibal's house, where he slowly pieces together the history that has been hidden from him (feat. dubious consent and torture)

🫀PART THE THIRD : EARNING THAT XXX RATING [canonverse or not but most importantly, good n horny]

rabbit hearted by bleakmidwinter | 18.5k | post-fall getting together fic | i am a sucker for this very specific mix of romantic tension and intimacy negotiation and apparently not at all immune to the allure of 'gay sex feat. this straight guy who is about to get his mind blown' 

sweet milk by lazybaker | 21.5k | post-fall good clean fun fetish fic | i am also not immune to men's tits or the notion of a LITTLE bit of tasteful lactation. sorry i meant tasty

conduit by mokuyoubi | 9k | post-fall getting together fic WITH. a fun bicurious threesome moment. like i said i'm kind of a sucker for fics that turn on the axis of will graham figuring out how to get into having gay sex

satisfied by h0neybeebear | 11.6k | WILDLY sensual and sexy t4t marathon sex that should qualify for some kind of medal or award. new nobel prize category. the incendiary capacity of el's sensory descriptions could power a rocket straight into the sun or, alternatively, keep a hitachi charged for approximately 5 aeons

let me sinful be by darlingred1 | 20k | will is an anal sex toy connoisseur and hannibal is so, so, so intrusively curious about it. i won’t say how many times this has been visited in my history. top of the ao3 wrapped type of shit

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[fuzzystudios]

yk when I started reading toa I was kinda disappointed at the lack of power that apollo / lester had, bc pjo and hoo had their main characters be basically op, and this is literally a (former) god. apollo in tho made me cringe and reading his perspective was like looking at pills in an orange prescription bottle. but he was the whiny teenager that felt like an out-of-depth teenager more than the actually lived for years-in-teen-numbers, because they were more heroes and soldiers than teens, like they were supposed to be. he is simultaneously whiny child and responsible adult.

the moment I really latched onto him was when he basically dropped everything and tried to dive into the forest to go save his kids. bro wasn’t actually a selfish idiot like he kept making himself look like. bro was an emotionally constipated loving loser (affectionate) and loveable. he would risk the wrath of styx to save these kids. positively skrunkly

oh and his power! look guys the former protagonists always had some power to back them up, some good strength. this guy? first not demigod protagonist and he goes from straight up zero to launching a guy to the clouds with his bare hands. and tfw he uses his voiceTM. BEGONE SNAKE! and he acts so pathetic lol and if you look through whatever sunglasses he’s wearing and you look at the things from 3rd person pov dude what is he doing. he just flew off a road driving a car, and puts himself in front of the gremlin child to face one of those creepy zombie things that scream FOOD!!. bro straight up stabbed himself. bro sings the most heart wrenching song that even giant ants that don’t even understand what he’s saying get the point to the extent that they go catatonic with depression.

and holy cheez-its what kind of pain tolerance does this guy have?? dude??? you fell from the literal sky above the Empire State Building which like literal greek heaven (ouch) straight into a dumpster and then gets beat into unconsciousness by a pair of thugs under Nero like??? and with broken ribs, injured nose, hurt shoulder, etc. he walks up the stairs, runs through the woods insane. dude is literally insane. he gets flayed alive, forgets his other half, trapped in place by molten chains all at once and still trying trying to walk wth like this guy’s pain tolerance is beyond ouranos. idk how he does it I can’t even tolerate a hot summer day.

bro gives advice to a lost gremlin child who betrayed him anyway, helps her defeat her abuser the way he never could. and he grew, like everyone around him, to something better, something hopeful. “you’ve changed” heck yeah!! we love to see it

and humor?? like random mentions of things no one else in pjo would give you like playing the zither at 2am, godly toilet seat, ares roundhouse kick, waking up in Argentina. I love that they’re so offhand but they’re so funny and random

the haiku. they’re hilarious, works of art.

the characters. Chiron. Chiara. Damien. Austin. Kayla. Cecil. will. nico. Rachel. Lavinia. emmie. Josephine. heck even Commodus. lityerses. Abelard. Diana. frank. Jason. piper. the trogs. lu. reyna omg. meg. aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAA I love them so much! just how they fit in with his own journey of self and how they grow with him, like a garden, like an orchestra building its crescendo together, in unity. little things like reading frank’s admiration of apollo first in hoo, and now we get apollo’s side of it, and he’s so cute. Reyna’s whole journey of “finding the one who will heal her heart”. (gods I loved that thank you rick.) and will’s “dad!” and making apollo literally weep and meg: “the beast is dead. I killed it.” and taps her head and I'm just so proud of them.

“YOU ARE NO GOD!” he isn’t the same god who fell to earth in the winter. he likely won’t be ever the same ever again. ‘cause he’s gonna work to being better. he’s saving the world, but he’s also having a journey of his own self, rediscovering himself, building onto himself like everyone else, they’re all gonna be a better version of themselves.

k one problem: not enough content. I am starved for content. please feed pet. ty

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[thereticx]

𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗒'𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾𝗌

𑑛Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

𑑛Summary: Happiness is a beautiful feeling that tingles within your body and makes you feel complete. That certain happiness comes from your boyfriend himself. So what happens when that certain happiness is stripped away from you? What happens when your boyfriend is beside you one second and gone the next?

𑑛Warnings: slight manga spoilers but nothing too specific, angst with happy ending, fluffy make out session

Author's Note: This one shot made me realise how much I love Megumi ♡

𓂅 song that I listened while writing this

✎ . .Your boyfriend was the perfect example of a caring and selfless person. He was, actually, the most beautiful human you ever laid eyes upon.

Megumi was indeed a blessing in your life. His tough exterior compressed to nothing but pure weakness when he was around you. This boy's vulnerability made you love him even more. He was a human in search of a bit of warmth in the twisted world he lives in.

And you gladly offered him that. Every day you made sure to pour all your love into the deepest kisses you could ever give him. Your lips meeting his soft ones, while he offered you his whole being. His hair would feel smooth between your fingers just like his skin.

How beautiful that was.

"You're everything to me.Truly" Megumi whispered on your lips, sinking deeper into the sheets. You laid on top of him, disappointed with the hoodie that stood between you and him. You had no shame.

Instead of giving into your sinful thoughts, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. Your tongue licked at his bottom lip to let you in and he did without hesitation.

He tasted too sweet.

"I love you,Megs" That nickname was the one you picked during your six month relationship. Judging by how his breath hitched whenever you called him by it, Megumi loved it. He loved you.

The comfort of his presence was overwhelming. You wanted to abandon this school, this city and run far away with him. You wanted him safe.

Cuddling into your boyfriend's body, with his hand on top of your hair guiding you further into the kiss that soon turned sloppy. His heart threatened to jump from his chest and offer herself to you. Not like he didn't like the idea.

Your pretty sounds pushed Megumi to act more bluntly. He slowly trailed the tips of his fingers under your shirt, massaging the heated skin underneath.

Your tongue interlocked with his, unprepared to hear the low moan that escaped his throat "Don't ever leave me, Y/N please..don't you dare"

A big smile appeared on your face as you broke the kiss just for a second "I won't in a million years" Megumi's hold on you got tighter, almost squeezing you. Poor boy couldn't help it.

"I love you too much..please" Even though you had your eyes closed you knew he tried to hold back his tears. The moment would be ruined if he allowed them to fall.

He loves you…

After all this time. He still does. Just like the first day.

A lot had happened after your heartwarming moment. The curse occupied his body and ripped Megumi away from your arms.

His sister was dead. He killed her. With his bare hands but those weren't truly his were they? He could never do that.

But she was still dead and he was still trapped. The only thing that kept him sane was the memory of you. The love that burns deep inside him.

Save me please… I want you to save me..

It was a long and painful task but you did.

Megumi's shaken up expression broke your heart into thousands of pieces. The sixteen year old that went through hell and back with his heart and mind intact.

You engulfed him in your arms so tightly he couldn't breathe properly. The warm tears slipped down your faces like nothing. Then, you kissed him so so hard to make up for all the time you were apart.

Megumi whimpered, body shaking, losing control of his feelings. He was nothing but a teenager in love "I missed you so much"

You nodded, tears clouding your line of sight "I know baby I missed you too but we're together now" His hair was a mess, sticking to his forehead and cheeks.

He smashed his lips on yours once again not planning to let go.

Not now, not ever..

"I love you"

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[percyjacksonblog]

I just finished the first Trials of Apollo book and I got to say, I actually enjoyed it.

I read the original 5 PJOs from 2007-9. 6th grade to 7th grade. Then starting in 2010 (?) when The Lost Hero came out I read each of the HoO books as they came out. I think I was a freshman in college (2014?) when the last one came out, so I can honestly say I grew up with these characters and this world.

I don’t remember why I didn’t read any of the Trials of Apollo books before but it was nice to come back to this world. I read PJO 6 when it came out last fall and it sparked my love of reading these stories again, so I read The Hidden Oracle to continue this story to keep up to date in this world.

Spoilers ahead

So as I mentioned before I did like this book.

It’s been literal years since I read any of TLF, but I did get some major TLF vibes from it. The set up for the rest of the series is pretty good.

Haikus for chapter titles A+

Showing that the mythic world is always growing and there is a new generation of Demigods (Clarisse, and Travis going to college, Percy and Annabeth in their senior year)

Cameos from og characters like Connor, Percy, Malcolm, Nico, and Will

Interesting take that once Apollo and Meg arrived at camp they technically never left. I think except for BotL and TLO this book and the most limited outside of camp action. Not a bad thing, just a different experience.

Peaches!

I’m not going to lie I genuinely did not expect that twist! I was legitimately shocked. Looking back I feel like I could have picked up on some of the clues. I mean imperial gold swords…come on. That should have been a dead giveaway.

Apollo really did grow as a character this book. I’m very interested to see how else he grows.

My biggest question is, if Apollo is supposed to be Lester, why don’t the other demigods refer to him as Lester? Like what is the point of an entirely different identity if it’s really not used? Apollo only refers to himself as Lester when he’s complaining about mortality or feeling useless. Maybe it’s more important later but I feel like making an entirely new identity, one that Nero and probably the rest of the Triumvirate can see through, is kind of pointless. One of the themes of this book is acceptance, so maybe when Apollo totally accepts “Lester” that’s the end.

So much of this was too easily accomplished by Apollo or Apollo/Meg. They were met with a problem and it was almost solved too easily. The thugs in the beginning, Meg beat them up. Attacked by plague spirits, Meg summons Peaches, trapped in the cocoon made by ants and almost about to be eaten, flower seeds that your 1/2 sister gave you before your quest. Trying to fight off ants, just sing a song and they’ll be mesmerized. Don’t get me wrong I loved all those scenes, but the only time that any of the characters actually struggled was fighting Nero. Even when they’re fighting the giant statue, Apollo’s arrow magically gets helped by the wind.

I really hope Apollo finds Meg. I have the second book ready to go and will start reading it. I need her to come back to camp. That poor girl had been emotionally and mentally abused by Nero. She was also manipulated by him and I feel so sorry for her.

Leo coming back to camp and Nico setting up a queue to allow the campers to punch him was legitimately one of the funniest things I’ve read in the entire Percy Jackson world.

Calypso giving up immortality is huge. Her reunion with Percy was also funny.

Apollo’s reaction to Calypso was also amazing (juicy gossip. Don’t ask me later.) If Percy is the god of sass, Apollo is literally the god of gossip. I love it.

I’m excited to keep going with this series. It’s nice to that I don’t have to wait until the next book gets published because it’s already out.

#percy jackson #heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo series #trials of apollo #the hidden oracle #apollo

[sassyfrassboss]

Camilla is kinda irrelevant despite being queen. Harry has a grudge against her because of Diana but Meghan doesn’t give a fuck about Camilla. Hence why she never went out of her way to befriend Camilla or to wage a PR war against her. People don’t care about Camilla, and that’s not me being mean. People not caring about Camilla is heaps better than people absolutely hating her which was the case a few years back.

Her pr involved Liz&Phil, Charles and W&C from the beginning. Those were the publicly relevant members of the brf so she wanted them to be associated with her. She did not care about Anne, Camilla or Sophie because to the public they’re largely irrelevant especially to the American public.

But I do agree that Camilla had her number from day one unlike Charles who completely fell into her trap or was just willing to look the other way when megs ugly side came to the surface.

So I don't think Charles fell into her trap per se but he was mesmerized by the idea of having a bi-racial DIL to boost his image.

You are right though, Camilla wasn't important enough for her to focus her energy on. Meghan went after the "big fish" like QEII, PP, KC, William and Catherine.

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Yellow-Eyed Demon

Masterlist

We parked by some train tracks later that day, Sam was looking through the Key of Solomon book on the roof of the car, spinning a marker in his hand. Dean and I were at the back of the car, he was loading up guns and putting them into his duffel bag while I leaned against the car and stare at him with concern.

"You’ve been quiet." I said as I notice the solemn look on his face. "Just getting ready." He replied, flatly. "He’s gonna be fine, Dean." I assured him but he doesn't answer. I frown then walked right next to him then placed a hand on his shoulder. He stops for a moment then turns his head to look at me, I give him an encouraging smile as he stares at me then looks down.

Suddenly, Sam comes up to the open trunk lid and rubs off the dirt and starts to draw on the lid. "Dude, what are you drawing on my car!" Dean exclaims. "It’s called a Devil’s trap. Demons can’t get through it or inside it." Sam replied.

"So?" Dean asked, annoyed, as Sam moves around to the other end of the trunk. "It basically turns the trunk into a lockbox." He said. "So?" Dean asked again. "So, we have a place to hide the Colt while we go get Dad." Sam said and I give him an impressed look. "Smart." I said and Sam smiles at me.

"What are you talking about? We’re bringing the Colt with us." Dean said. "We can’t, Dean. We’ve only got three bullets left." Sam said to him. "He's right, Dean. We can’t just use them on any demon, we’ve got to use them on the demon." I said. "No, we have to save Dad, okay? We’re gonna need all the help we can get." Dean said to us, firmly.

"Dean, you know how pissed Dad would be if we used all the bullets? Dean, he wouldn’t want us to bring the gun." Sam said to him. "I don’t care, Sam. I don’t care what Dad wants, okay? And since when do you care what Dad wants?" Dean asked him, angrily.

"We want to kill this demon. You used to want that, too. Hell, I mean, you’re the one who came and got me at school!" Sam yells and Dean scoffs at this. "You’re the one who dragged me back into this, Dean. I’m just trying to finish it!" Sam shouts. "Well, you and Dad are a lot more alike than I thought, you know that? You both can’t wait to sacrifice yourself for this thing. But you know what? I’m gonna be the one to bury you. You’re selfish, you know that? You don’t care about anything but revenge." Dean growls at his brother. "That’s not true, Dean." Sam said and Dean scoffs again while I turn to him.

"Look, you want your dad back, I get it. But, Dean, they are expecting us to bring this gun. They get the gun, they will kill us all. That Colt is our only leverage and you know it, Dean. We can not bring that gun. We can’t." I said to Dean, firmly. He stares at me for a moment then said, flatly. "Fine."

"I’m serious, Dean." I said to him.

"I said fine, (y/n)." Dean snapped at me and he takes the Colt out of his jacket pocket and holds it up to show Sam and I before putting it in the trunk. Sam gives me a thank you look before we start walking off.

We were walking by the river and step up beside some trees when Dean stops. "Hey, hey." He said and Sam abs I stopsl and look at him. "Think I know what Meg meant by Sunrise." He said and we look over to see an apartment building with a sign out front that says Sunrise Apartments.

"Son of a bitch. That’s pretty smart. I mean, if these demons can possess people they can possess almost anybody inside." Dean mutters. "Yeah, and make anybody attack us." Sam said. "And so we can’t kill them – a building full of human shields." I said.

"They probably know exactly what we look like, too. And they could look like anybody." said Sam. "Yeah, this sucks out loud." Dean grumbles. "Tell me about it." Sam said as we stare at the building. "Alright, so, how the hell are we going to get in?" I asked.

Dean looks over at the building for a minute then turns to us. "Pull the fire alarm, get out all the civilians." Dean said. "Okay, but then the city responds in, what, seven minutes?" I asked him. "Seven minutes exactly." Dean said and we nod.

I walk in the front door of the apartment and go to the fire alarm on the wall. Just as I'm about to pull it, a man comes walking down the hallway. I move to the stairs like I'm going up them; but when the man leaves through the front door, I quickly go and pull the alarm. Once the alarm goes off, I leave the building.

I met up with Sam and we step back from the apartment building. Seven minutes later, the fire men show up and they go in and help people out of the building. Sam and I hide behind a fire truck just as we hear Dean talk to one of the firemen.

"Hey, what’s happening? Is it a fire?" He asked. "We’re figuring that out right now, sir. Just stay back." The fireman said. "Well, I’ve got a Yorkie upstairs and he pees when he’s nervous...." Dean said and I chuckle under my breath as I picture Dean walking a little yorkie around the park.

Sam and I move behind them to the fire truck. Sam finds the compartment and picks the lock.

Later, inside of the building, Dean, Sam and I come down the hallway dressed in full fireman gear – helmets, breathing apparatus, etc. Dean uses his EMF to check the doors of the apartments.

"I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up." Dean said. "You never told me that." Sam said. "Yeah, me either." I said just as Dean’s EMF starts reading high, near a door.

Dean reaches out and starts to knock. "This is the fire department. We need you to evacuate." He said and moments later the door starts to open. And that's when we shove it open.

We come through the door and see a woman was knocked back and a man starts to charge at us. But the three of us spray the couple with holy water from our tanks, and it begins to burn them. Dean punches the man and shoves him into a closet. "Come on!" Dean yells as Sam grabs the woman off the table and shoves her in the closet as well.

I lean against the door and it lurches as the demons inside try to get out. "Hurry up!" I yelled at the boys and Sam grabs a canister of salt from the duffel bag and runs a line around the closet door.

As soon as he finishes it, the pounding stops. We take off the fireman gear and move to the bedroom door, we open it and see John on the bed. Dean, immediately, goes over to his father. "Dad?" He said and he leans down and listens. "He’s still breathing." Dean said and Sam lets out a sigh of relief while Dean starts shaking John. "Dad, wake up. Dad!" He said.

Dean takes out a knife and is about to cut the restraints around John’s wrists until I hold up a hand. "Wait. Wait." I said and Dean turns to me. "What?" He asked. "He could be possessed for all we know." I said. "What, are you nuts?" Dean asked as he looks at me like I'm insane. "She's right, Dean. We got to be sure." Sam said as I take a flask of holy water out of the duffel bag and sprinkle it on John.

It had no effect.

John moans and starts to come around then looks over at me and Sam. "Sam? (Y/n)? Why are you splashing water on me?" He asked us and I sigh with relief. "Dad, are you okay?" Dean asked him. "They’ve been drugging me. Where’s the Colt?" John asked. "Don’t worry, Dad, it’s safe." Sam said as Dean cuts him free. "Good. Good." John mutters as Sam and Dean picks him up.

I start leading them out of the bedroom as the boys carrying John, when he front door bursts open. I stumble back as a man and fireman come in. "Go! Go!" I shouted just as Dean said. "Back! Back!" We go back into the bedroom and close the door, locking it. But then an axe suddenly comes through the door.

I, immediately, grab the salt container and run a line at the bedroom door. Dean, John and Sam climbed out on the fire escape. "(Y/n), let’s go!" Dean shouts at me and I toss him the duffel bag then I go through the window out onto the fire escape. I turn around and run the salt along the window sill.

Dean and I help John down onto the street and Sam moves ahead of us. But, suddenly, Sam is attacked by another man and he pins Sam down on the street and starts beating him to death. "Sam!" Dean and I shout and Dean puts John down and I run at the man and tackle him down.

We landed on our sides and I start to get up but the man punches me across the face. I yelped in pain then felt a warm liquid, that tasted like iron, in my mouth. I spit on the ground to realize it was blood.

Before I had time to register anything, the man kicks me onto my back then he looms over me and started to punch me, repeatedly. Suddenly, there was a sound of a gunshot and there was a bullet hole through the man's head and he falls off of me, dead.

I turn my head and see Dean standing there with the Colt in his hand. I let out an exasperated sigh as he puts it away and comes over to me and Sam. "Guys! Sam! (Y/n)!" Dean said as he helps Sam get up then he comes over to me and helps me up. "Guys, come on! Come on!" Dean said as we stared at the dead man. The demon is dead but so is the man it was possessing.

"Come on. We got to get out of here." Dean shouts and I turn away and we go over to John, pick him up, and leave the area in a hurry.

That night, in a cabin, Sam and I were pouring salt along the window sills, both of our faces were a mess, bruised, bloody, and swollen. As we do this, we hear footsteps and we turn to see Dean coming into the room.

"How is he?" Sam asked him. "He just needed a little rest, that’s all. How are you two?" Dean asked us. "I’ll survive." Sam and I said, in unison, then I look over at Dean. "Hey, you don’t think we were followed here, do you?" I asked him. "I don’t know. I don’t think so. I mean, we couldn’t have found a more out-of-the-way place to hole up." Dean replied and I nodded as Sam looks at him.

"Hey, uh....Dean, you, um....you saved mine and (y/n)'s life back there." Sam said to him and Dean smirks a bit. "So, I guess both of you are glad I brought the gun, huh?" He said and I shake my head. "Dean, he's trying to thank you...and I wanna thank you too." I said and Dean looks between us. "You’re welcome." He said and I give him a small smile before he looks down for a moment then back up to us.

"Guys?" He said.

"Yeah?" Sam and I said in unison.

"You know that guy I shot? There was a person in there." Dean said, and I could hear the guilt in his voice. "You didn’t have a choice, Dean." I said to him. "Yeah, I know, that’s not what bothers me." Dean replied.

"Then what does?" Sam asked. "Killing that guy, killing Meg. I didn’t hesitate, I didn’t even flinch. For you or Dad or (y/n), the things I’m willing to do or kill, it’s just, uh....it scares me sometimes." Dean said, his voice slightly cracking. Sam and I just look at him, not knowing what to say, until John walks in the room.

"It shouldn’t. You did good." John said and Dean looks at him, confused. "You’re not mad?" He asked. "For what?" John said, shrugging. "Using a bullet." Dean said. "Mad? I’m proud of you. You know, Sam and I, we can get pretty obsessed. But you – you watch out for this family. You always have." John said to Dean, who blinks at him. "Thanks." Dean said.

Then the wind picks up and the lights start to flicker, causing all of us go over to the window. "It found us. It’s here." John said as he looks out. "The demon?" I asked and he nods. "Sam, (y/n), line up salt in front of every window, every door." He said to us. "We already did it." Sam said. "Well, check it, okay?" He said to us, firmly. "Okay." Sam and I said and we leave the room.

After we looked around and made sure that there was salt on the doors or the windows, Sam and I come into the room and see Dean was pointing the gun at John. "Dean?" Sam said, confused. "What the hell’s going on?" I asked.

"He's lost his mind." John said as he looks at us. "He’s not Dad." Dean states. "What?" Sam and I asked.  I think he’s possessed. I think he’s been possessed since we rescued him." Dean said and he starts to get upset.

"Don’t listen to him." John said as Sam looks at Dean. "Dean, how do you know?" He asked as I could tell Dean was fighting back tears. "He’s .... he’s different." Dean said. "You know, we don’t have time for this. Sam, (y/n), you wanna kill this demon, you’ve gotta trust me." John said.

Sam and I look back and forth between John and Dean. Dean glances at us, but doesn’t say anything else to convince us. "Sam? (Y/n)?" John said as Sam and I look back and forth then we share a look before we look over at John. "No. No." We said as we move over to stand by Dean’s side. And John looks at us in shock.

"Fine. You three are so sure, go ahead. Kill me." John said as he looks down and waits. Dean holds the gun on him, but doesn’t pull the trigger. "I thought so." John said, smirking, then he looks back up and we see that his eyes are yellow.

Sam and I lunge towards him, but we were thrown against the wall, pinned there. So is Dean, and he drops the Colt and John picks it up.

"What a pain in the ass this thing’s been." John said. "It’s you, isn’t it? We’ve been looking for you for a long time." Sam growls and John looks at us. "Well, you found me." He said, smiling. "But the holy water?" I said, confused. "You think something like that works on something like me?" He asked and I tried to fight the force that has me pinned to the wall, but fail.

"I’m gonna kill you!" Sam and I shouted, angrily. "Oh, that’d be a neat trick. In fact..." John said then he puts the gun down on a table. "...here. Make the gun float to either of you, psychic kiddos." John said and I look at the gun, but nothing happens. Sam was doing the same but nothing was happening as well. "Well, this is fun." John said and he walks over to the window beside Dean.

"I could’ve killed you a hundred times today, but this....." he sighs. "...this is worth the wait." He said as Dean struggles, but is still pinned to the wall. "Your Dad – he’s in here with me. Trapped inside his own meat suit. He says hi, by the way. He’s gonna tear you apart. He’s gonna taste the iron in your blood." John said as he looks at Dean. "Let him go, or I swear to God –" Dean growls.

"What? What are you and God gonna do? You see, as far as I’m concerned, this is justice. You know that little exorcism of yours? That was my daughter." John said. "Who, Meg?" Dean asked. "The one in the alley? That was my boy. You understand." John said and Dean rolls his eyes. "You’ve got to be kidding me." He mutters.

"What? You’re the only one that can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family?" John asked then he smiles at Dean. "Oh, that’s right. I forgot. I did. Still, two wrongs don’t make a right."  He said. "You son of a bitch." Dean said.

"I wanna know why. Why’d you do it?" Sam asked him, angrily, and he turns to Sam. "You mean why did I kill Mommy and pretty, little Jess?" He said. "Yeah." Sam replied and John turns to Dean. "You know, I never told you this, but Sam was going to ask her to marry him." He said as he backs up toward Sam. "Been shopping for rings and everything." He said then he turns to Sam. "You want to know why? Because they got in the way."

"In the way of what?" Sam asked. "My plans for you, Sammy. You...and all the children like you." John said then he looks at me. "Including you, girlie. That's why I killed your mom....and your dad." He said and I look at him, confused. "My dad died from cancer." I said and John smiles. "Who do you think put that cancer in him?" He asked and my heart sank as he said that. Then, as fast as the shock hit me, the anger overtakes me and I try to struggle against the force holding me up.

"You son of a bitch!" I growled, angrily, as he laughs.

"Listen, you mind just getting this over with, huh? Cause I really can’t stand the monologuing." Dean said and John goes over to him. "Funny, but that’s all part of your M.O., isn’t it? Masks all that nasty pain, masks the truth." John said.

"Oh, yeah? What’s that?" Dean asked. "You know, you fight and you fight for this family, but the truth is they don’t need you. Not like you need them. Sam – he’s clearly John’s favorite. Even when they fight, it’s more concern than he’s ever shown you." John said to Dean, who glares at him. "And (y/n)? She'll never accept you. She doesn't need you, just like your family doesn't need you."

I struggled against the force again and look over at Dean, trying to convey that this was not true, while he continued to glare at the demon.

"I bet you’re real proud of your kids, too, huh? Oh wait, I forgot. I wasted ‘em." Dean sneers and he just smiles at him as John looks at Dean then he steps back and puts his head down. When he looks back up, Dean suddenly yells in pain. "Dean! No!" Sam yells as I shout. "Dean!"

Then Dean starts to bleed heavily from his chest. Sam and I start to struggle against the force pinning us but it seemed no use. "Dad! Dad, don’t you let it kill me!" Dean pleads as he stares at John while he looks at him again and smiles. Dean starts screaming in pain again.

"Dean!! No!!" Sam screams.

"No! Stop! Dean!" I plead as blood starts flowing out of Dean. Sam and I struggle as hard as we can to break free then I stare at the colt, like if I stare at it long enough it'll move.

"Dad, please." Dean pleads, tearfully, as blood runs out of his mouth but then he passes out. "Dean!!" Sam and I screamed, tears running down my face.

"Stop." John whispers and, suddenly, Sam and I were let go. "Stop it." John said as Sam dives and grabs the gun off the table and I stood up next to him. John turns to Sam, eyes yellow once again, and Sam aims the gun at him.

"You kill me, you kill Daddy." The demon said. "I know." Sam said and he fires the gun, shooting John in the leg. He falls down and so does Dean. Sam gets up and he and I go over to Dean.

"Dean? Dean, hey?" I said, frantically, and noticed the blood all over him and in his mouth. "Oh God, you’ve lost a lot of blood." Sam said, in a panic. "Where’s Dad?" Dean asked, weakly. "He’s right here. He’s right here, Dean." I said as I gesture over to John. "Sam, go check on him." Dean said.

"Dean." Sam said, worriedly, but Dean slight shakes his head. "Go check on him." He said and Sam looks at me. "I've got him, Sam. Don't worry." I said, softly. Sam gets up and goes over to check on John, who was lying motionless on the floor, while I kneel down by Dean and try to help him sit up.

"Nice and easy." I said to Dean, calmly, as he slowly sits up and leans his back against me. "You're okay, you're okay." I whispered as he groans and leans his head back against my shoulder.

"Dad? Dad?" Sam asked as he walks towards him. Suddenly, John looks over at Sam. "Sammy! It’s still alive. It’s inside me, I can feel it. You shoot me. You shoot me! You shoot me in the heart, son!" John orders as Sam aims the gun at him. "Do it now!" John yells.

"Sam, don’t you do it. Don’t you do it." Dean said as Sam looks over at him then back at John. "You’ve gotta hurry! I can’t hold onto it much longer! You shoot me, son! Shoot me! Son, I’m begging you! We can end this here and now! Sammy!" John pleads, in a frantic and tearful voice.

"Sam, no." Dean said, firmly.

"You do this! Sammy!! Sam...." John yells while Sam's hands shake as he still aims the gun at John. Then the demon suddenly leaves John, in a black cloud from his mouth and disappears through the floor.

Sam lowers the gun as John looks at him, accusingly.

Later on, we were all in the Impala, Sam was driving with John by his side while Dean and I were in the back seat. John gasps in pain and Dean was just slumped in the back seat and I try to clean off the blood from his face with a washcloth. "Hang on, Dean. Just alittle longer." I whispered, softly, to him.

"Look, just hold on, alright. The hospital’s only ten minutes away." Sam said to John. "I’m surprised at you, Sammy. Why didn’t you kill it? I thought we saw eye-to-eye on this? Killing this demon comes first – before me, before everything." John said and Sam looks in the rear view mirror at me and Dean. I nod at him before he addresses his father again.

"No, sir. Not before everything." Sam said, firmly, and John eyes his youngest son for a moment. "Look, we’ve still got the Colt. We still have the one bullet left. We just have to start over, alright? I mean, we already found the demon....." Sam said but that was the last thing I heard before I blacked out.

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congrats on reaching your milestone!!! for a fic prompt, what about "things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear" with muke (maybe vigilante/reporter muke if you're up for it? 👀) -megs 💙

@igarbagecannoteven alrighty, here we go! sequel to this prompt!

muke (vigilante/reporter verse): things you said that I wasn't meant to hear

When Luke wakes up, he can’t form any coherent thoughts.  Everything processes in overwhelming, too-big sensations: the throbbing in his temples, the press of something soft and giving underneath him, the sharp taste of bile in the back of his throat, the low tones of a voice speaking.  All of it vies for attention in a chaotic jumble that makes each sensation worse.  He frowns, but that emphasizes the pain in his temples.  He tries to keep his face smooth and relaxed, breathing slowly through his nose until the sensation passes.

The voice is familiar enough that he isn’t alarmed.  He can’t process any words, but he recognizes something in the tone or cadence that puts him at ease.  Whatever he’s laying on isn’t as comfortable as a bed, but it’s still soft and plush, and there’s something soft and heavy draped over him.

A blanket.  Someone has tucked him in, perhaps the person speaking?

“...a favor,” the voice is saying.  Luke can’t place where he’s heard it before in the pause that follows.

“He owes me after last time,” the voice says.  “We need to take these guys down, I don’t care how.”

There’s an edge to it that sounds wrong.  The hairs on Luke’s arms stand on end, and he frowns and sends another ripple of pain through his head and down his spinal cord before he remembers not to.  His fingers twitch involuntarily, everything feeling brittle enough to snap.

“...can’t do that,” the voice is saying when Luke’s head stops feeling like it’s stabbing itself.  “No, Calum!  This isn’t up for debate!”

Calum?  Luke doesn’t think he knows any Calums.  It’s not an overly common name, but it–like the voice–feels familiar in a way.

Luke loses a few words trying to muddle through who the voice is talking to.

“...kill him is because he’s just a harmless reporter.  He does fluff pieces and doesn’t actually know anything.  No one looks at Luke Hemmings and thinks he has enough information to be worth taking down.”

Luke feels like his lungs are being stabbed along with his head, and he can’t help the pained noise that escapes him.

The voice says something else, and then there’s a gentle pressure on Luke’s arm.  He tries to pull away, but he’s trapped under the blanket and against the back of the couch.

“Luke, it’s okay,” the voice says, pitched a little lower.  “You’re safe.  You’re in your apartment.  No one is going to hurt you.”

Luke tries to move, sending another wave of pain traveling from his temples down his neck.  He clenches his fists, not realizing that he’s making more noise until it gets cut off by a wave of nausea rolling up his throat.

“Oh fuck,” the voice says as Luke heaves, tipped to the side with the help of the hand rubbing easy but excruciating circles on his back.  “We’ll–I’ll clean that up.  Don’t worry about it.  Here, drink this.”

“I just threw up,” Luke says, words coming out garbled and throat burning.  Every part of his upper body hurts, either aching or burning or stabbing, and the last thing he wants to do is vomit again because some idiot is trying to make him drink something.

“I know, I know,” the voice says.  “But it has the antidote to the neurotoxin you were exposed to.  I gave you a nasal spray, but it’s better ingested orally.”

None of this makes sense, but a gloved hand slides behind his neck before he can protest, tipping his head up.  He opens his mouth and swallows the liquid poured in under the voice’s gentle coaxing.  It tastes gross, but it’s cool and soothing.  He doesn’t immediately vomit it up, which is a good sign.

“There,” the voice says.  He sounds really familiar.  Luke can barely remember his own name right now, and he definitely has no clue how he ended up exposed to a fucking neurotoxin, but why can’t he place this voice?  It’s not one of his brothers, Ryan, or Sammy, which exhausts his list of close friends, but which friendly acquaintance could it be?

Luke gets flashes of a bright, glittering chandelier and a dark suit.  He chases the memory, finding the twist of a smile and an anchor tattooed on someone’s thumb, but nothing else.

“I’m going to clean this up, okay?” the voice says.  “You just rest.  It’ll take a bit for the antidote to really work, but the fact that you woke up is good.  Try to wiggle your fingers a bit.  I’ll be right back.”

Luke makes a questioning noise, but a creak tells him that the voice is moving away.  He takes a deep breath and waits for everything to stop hurting quite so much.

Luke doesn’t attempt to open his eyes until the stabbing dulls to a throbbing.  He doesn’t know how long it takes, but eventually everything levels out and he can move his fingers without feeling like they’re burning or the blanket covering him is actually full of needles.  He cracks his eyes open a sliver and the light doesn’t burn, so he blinks a few times and lets his eyes adjust before he opens them fully.

He’s in his apartment, on the couch in the living room with his favorite blanket covering him.  The overhead light is off, but the side lamp is on, casting everything in a gentle golden glow.  It’s dark outside, but he doesn’t have a clock in the living room and can’t see the one on the microwave from here to determine the time.

Where is his phone?

“Hey, how are you feeling?” the voice asks.  Luke turns his head and sees–

The vigilante.

He doesn’t know who he expected.  Of course that was the vigilante’s voice he heard earlier.  Of course he has some sort of antidote to some sort of neurotoxin that Luke was somehow exposed to.  Who else would be able to get into his apartment to take care of him?

But for a second, Luke had thought…

No.  He’s confused.  It must be a side effect of whatever is making his head hurt.

“Luke?” the vigilante asks.  Luke thinks his brow might be furrowed in concern, but he can’t tell with the hood and the mask.  “Are you okay?  Here, have some water.”

He helps Luke sit up and tips a cup against his lips.  The water feels better than the antidote did, and the vigilante supports his back and steadies his hands, helping him lay propped up against the armrest afterwards.  It’s the closest they’ve been since they last saw each other on Luke’s balcony, a night that Luke can’t think about without feeling angry and embarrassed.

He clears his throat.

“What happened?” he asks, glad that his voice doesn’t scrape.  The vigilante frowns.

“How much do you remember?” he asks.  Luke tries to peel back the pain shrouding his memories like a cloak, but nothing about it makes sense.

“I think I remember having dinner?” he offers.  He was watching the news during it, covering the disruption over in England.  The vigilante’s jaw clenches.

“You went snooping around Hardingson Tech.”

Luke fixes him with a flat look.

“I’m a journalist.  You told me to look into it.”

“And then I told you not to sneak around!” the vigilante yells.  Luke winces and the vigilante takes a shuddering breath, pushing back on his heels to stand and pace around the room.  “You’re lucky I was monitoring that area.  If I hadn’t–”

“You told me about it,” Luke accuses.  “You were the one who asked for information, and I wasn’t going to sit here with my thumb up my ass waiting for you to stop by again!  They’re up to something, and–”

“You could have died!”

“How was I supposed to know that a fucking tech company was going to poison me with a weird neurotoxin?” Luke yells, then winces and presses a hand against his forehead.  “Maybe if you had told me–”

Luke closes his mouth with a click, the words he overheard earlier ringing in his ears.

He’s just a harmless reporter.  He does fluff pieces and doesn’t actually know anything.

“I know you think I’m an idiot, but the reason I don’t know things is because you won’t tell me.”

The vigilante huffs.

“Maybe if you didn’t throw yourself into things that don’t concern you–”

“You don’t get to decide what information I can and can’t have!” Luke says.  The vigilante reaches for him, but Luke slices his hand through the air, stopping him in his tracks.  “I’m a fucking adult, and despite what you think, I’m good at what I do.  I’m going to investigate if there’s something worth investigating.  You don’t get to ask for my help and then get mad when I follow through.”

“I told you it was dangerous!” the vigilante says.  Luke would roll his eyes if he didn’t think it would be excruciating.

“Either I’m good enough to work with you and you treat me like an equal, or you can stop asking me for favors and kissing me on my fucking balcony.  You can’t have it both ways.”

Luke regrets the words the second that he says them, headache flaring.  He knows that it’s pathetic, but the occasional visit from the vigilante is something that can make his whole week sometimes.  Yeah, he’s being super annoying and bitchy right now, but Luke doesn’t actually want him to leave forever.  He just doesn’t want to be treated like an idiot anymore.

“Luke, come on,” the vigilante sighs, shoulders slumping.

“I don’t even know your name,” Luke says, sounding much smaller than he means to.  “I just call you the vigilante in my head.  You swoop in, ask me for help, and then leave without giving me the courtesy of knowing anything.  Do you know how shitty that feels?”

The vigilante turns, bringing a hand up towards his head and then stopping it, patting his hood awkwardly instead.  It’s a move that Luke has seen him do a few times over the weeks.  He must usually run his hands through his hair when he’s stressed.

“I don’t want anything to happen to you because of me,” the vigilante says eventually.  “Knowing things would make you dangerous, which makes you a threat.”

Luke purses his lips and looks at his ceiling.

“I’m already a threat.  I was getting into trouble long before you met me.  Don’t flatter yourself.”

He hears the vigilante sigh, but he doesn’t try to continue the conversation.  Luke doesn’t know if he’s mad or grateful for that.  He can’t take much more talking in circles, but it’d be nice if the vigilante made a fucking effort to treat him like a capable person with his own thoughts.  He’s not asking to be put on speed dial, just to be included.  Is it too much to want to be part of the team, rather than someone used and discarded every other week?

“Where’s my phone?” Luke asks flatly once the silence has truly become awkward.  He hears the vigilante shift, the body armor that he wears creaking slightly with the movement.

“In the kitchen in rice,” the vigilante says.  “It got wet.”

“Of course it did,” Luke grumbles.  Fuck his life.

“I’ll check on it.  Do you want something to eat?”

Luke lazily tips his head to face him, giving the vigilante the best glare he can with his headache.

“I can take care of myself.”

“You got poisoned today, but fuck me for trying to be nice,” the vigilante grumbles.  “I’m going to get a snack.  If your phone turns on and you call someone else to stay with you, I’ll fuck off.”

“I can take care of myself!” Luke repeats to the vigilante’s retreating back.

“Can’t hear you!” the vigilante calls.  “Snacks, Luke!”

Luke freezes.

“Snacks, Luke!” the vigilante says, but they’re in a spacious ballroom, Luke’s suit just slightly too tight around his shoulders.  The room is full of soft orchestral music and gentle chatter, but Luke spends most of the night listening to one person, hanging on every bad joke about the finger sandwiches and every tidbit of insider information on the city’s elite.  A high-pitched laugh echoes in his ears.

“Calum’s been my best friend since we were kids,” the vigilante says.  “He’s been helping me figure out how to navigate everything.  We both just want to do good, you know?”

Calum Hood.  Someone who has the money to fund a vigilante operation and all of the connections that growing up in a prominent and influential family allows him.  He wouldn’t be able to fight crime himself after the injury that ended his soccer career, but he could easily be involved.  And if he had a friend who wanted to dress up and climb around at night…

Last time, on the balcony, the vigilante asked about the gala.  He seemed really curious about whether Luke had met anyone interesting there.

Luke had even thought that the vigilante had green eyes that looked similar, just muted in the different light.

Holy shit.  Luke is an idiot.  It’s been staring him in the face this whole time.  Holy–

“Luke?  I hope you like pretzels, because that’s all I found in your cupboard.”

Luke blinks and looks up, past the hand offering him a bowl, and into the eyes of Michael Clifford.

#my writing #muke #ask box prompt #vigilante-reporter au #this prompt is a month and a half old but here she is! #getting stuff done #it took me a long time (a year and half) to figure out what i wanted to do with this one but here we are

[jackexmachina]

@assigned-boyking-at-birth’s Birthday Event Sam & Meg I know what I’m supposed to do and it isn’t screw with Sam and Dean, or lose the only angel who’d go to bat for me.

image description: scenes between Sam and Meg from “Scarecrow,” “Shadow,” “Born Under a Bad Sign,” “Sympathy for the Devil,” “Caged Heat,” “The Born-Again Identity,” “Reading is Fundamental,” “Goodbye Stranger,” and “I’m No Angel”

1x11: Sam stands outside a white van watching as Meg gets in. He quietly says, “You trust shady van guy and not me?” She grins and replies, “Definitely.” then the man drives away.

1x16: Meg tells sam, head tilted, “It was just to draw you in, that’s all.” Sam is bloody with gashes on his face, as he says, “You killed those two people for nothing.” She quickly replies, “Baby, I’ve killed a lot more for a lot less.” He glares back at her and his mouth twitches.

2x14: Meg, possessing Sam holds Dean on the floor against a wall, Dean is bleeding from his nose and above his eye. He realizes who the demon is and says, “Meg.” The demon answers, shaking his head, “No. Not anymore. Now I’m Sam.” He punches Dean again, whose face crumples in pain.

5x01: Sam looks up at Meg, dazed, and she says, “Heya, Sammy. You miss me? ‘Cause I sure missed you.” His head tilts as he recognizes her in a new vessel, saying, “Meg.” She laughs and he tries to punch her but misses as she ducks and knees him in the stomach.

6x10: Sam and Dean are tied to chairs, and Meg is crouched over Dean, threatening him with the demon knife. She tells him, “Satisfy me, or I please myself.” Sam laughs, Dean looks up at him, still with the knife to his throat, and asks, “Something funny, Sam?” He answers, “Yeah, Meg.” She turns to look at him. Dean starts, “Really? ‘Cause from where I’m sitting...” but Sam cuts him off to say, “Don’t worry. She can’t do jack squat.” Meg turns back to at Dean menacingly as Sam says, “She’s totally screwed.”

7x17: Dean and Meg stand outside the hospital crawling with demons, they’re with Castiel without his memories. Dean turns to ‘Emmanuel’ and says, “Excuse us.” he turns to walk away saying, “Meg?” She starts to follow him, saying, “Oh, for the love of...” ‘Emmanuel’ watched the hospital, worried. Some distance away, Meg turns to Dean and hisses, “Sam’s in there.”

7x21: In a mini-mart, Meg reads a magazine at the counter waiting for the cashier. She grabs her items without looking up, as Sam rounds a corner holding several items. They step directly in each other’s path, and Meg rolls her eyes as they try to move the same way. He steps aside, grinding his teeth, annoyed, and she walks away. He smiles slightly at the cashier and nods.

7x21: Meg looks emotionally from Dean and Castiel to Sam, who watches her appraisingly. He slowly walks up to break the chalk devil’s trap with his shoe. He flashes her a short smile and looks away; she blinks and does the same while walking out of the trap. He sits and she moves to stand next to him, nearer to Dean and Castiel.

8x17: Sam and Meg stand outside a warehouse. Sam smiles, exasperated, and looks up, pushing his hair away from his face, as Meg summarizes his story about Amelia saying, “You fell in love with a unicorn. It was beautiful, then sad, then sadder. I laughed, I cried, I puked in my mouth a little.” She raises her eyebrows a bit with understanding, and hesitates before adding, “And honestly, I kinda get it.” She looks him up and down nervously, self-conscious about this admission. He pauses before turning to look at her, a little surprised, asking, “Really?”

9x03: Sam and Dean sit in the Impala, Dean giving Sam the update on their search for Castiel. Dean says, “Good news is he’s getting cagey. He’s using a fake name, ‘Clarence.’” He shakes his head a little, not recognizing this. Sam laughs a little, looking away and saying, “That’s what Meg used to call him.” He gestures with his hand, finishing, “Of course, he doesn’t get that’s the name of a pretty famous angel.”

#boykingsbirthdayevent #sam winchester #meg spn #dean winchester #castiel #1x11 #1x16 #2x14 #5x01 #6x10 #7x17 #7x21 #8x17 #9x03 #spn #*mine #happy birthday I hope you like this!! #this was fun they have such an interesting relationship #I mean I don't think he forgives her bc she IS evil and everything but like. #she does eventually accomplish the only thing that could endear her to him which is to have genuine affection for cas lol

[scoobydoodean]

❤️ Dean's friends and family and strangers and everyone loving him ❤️

Season 1

Masterpost here (still being updated)

1.01 "Pilot": Sam agrees to help look for John not because he thinks John is actually hurt (he thinks he's probably on a bender) or because Dean needs his help (he insists Dean can find John on his own) but because Dean admits he doesn't want to be alone. Sam agrees to go on the case just because he loves Dean and knows he's lonely.

1.02: Haley gives him a little kiss at the end of the episode and he goes: 😳

1.03 "Dead In The Water": Dean builds a bond with Lucas by empathizing with his trauma. Lucas begins communicating with Dean through art—the first attempt he's made to communicate with anyone since his father's death. By the end of the episode, he is talking again, and insists on making sandwiches for Sam and Dean to enjoy on the road, and is Dean's lil' buddy. :)

1.05 "Bloody Mary": "You're my brother and I'd die for you." - Sam <3

1.11 "Scarecrow": Sam is determined to find John, but after talking to Dean over the phone, when Dean stops picking up calls, Sam becomes worried and leaves the bus station to find Dean, telling Meg simply, "He's my family". At the end of the episode, Sam then tells Dean when Dean asks if he wants to be dropped off somewhere, "Jess and Mom—they’re both gone. Dad is God knows where. You and me. We’re all that’s left. So, if we’re gonna see this through, we’re gonna do it together."

1.12 "Faith" #1: Dean is dying and has immediately accepted it. When Dean tells Sam he just needs to accept that Dean is going to die, because there is nothing Sam can do to stop Dean from dying, Sam just says, "Watch me."

1.12 "Faith" #2: Dean has an instant connection with Layla. Even though Dean did things that should have antagonized her (like interrupting her healing, getting healed before her) she had nothing but love for him.

1.13 "Route 666": Deancassie Deancassie Deancassie Deancassie Deancassie Deancassie Deancassie

1.14 "Nightmare": Sam is suddenly able to use previously untapped his psychic abilities in an adrenaline rush in response to seeing a vision where Dean dies. His desire to save Dean causes him to be able to move a huge piece of furniture blocking the door out of the closet.

1.16 "Shadow": While gently telling Dean that he has every intention of going back to school, Sam says, "Dean, we are a family. I'd do anything for you."

1.21 "Salvation" #1: Sam says, "Dean...ah...I wanna thank you.... For everything. You've always had my back you know? Even when I couldn't count on anyone I could always count on you. And ah...I don't know I just wanted to let you know, Just in case."

1.21 "Salvation" #2": Sam throws Dean up against a wall in a rage because Dean stopped him from running into a burning building to face the demon, and said their lives are more important than vengeance for the dead. Instead of matching Sam's anger, Dean speaks to him gently and gets through to Sam who realizes he is being destructive to himself and that they need to save John.

1.22 "Devil's Trap": #1 John takes back control of his body because of Dean's pleading.

1.22 "Devil's Trap" #2: Sam, who was previously set on valuing revenge on the demon over preserving his life or John's, is influenced by Dean's claims that revenge isn't worth it. As a result, he goes with Dean to save John from Meg instead of waiting for demons to show up (and probably dying) and he refuses to shoot John to kill Azazel. When John questions his actions, Sam says revenge is not above everything, and looks at Dean in the rearview mirror.

#pk rewatches spn number ? #sometimes he is the sweetest brother in the whole wide world actually #dean the narrative heart #season 1 #the flannel business #1.01 #1.02 #1.03 #1.05 #1.11 #winter hunger #1.12 #1.13 #1.14 #1.16 #1.21 #1.22

[toasecretsanta]

Coffee beans and labeling machines

A gift for @ithinkiamafungi written by @crystalcatgamer using the prompt  “sunflower siblings coffee shop au”!

It starts out simple. Apollo watches Meg water her plants, unrooting whatever weeds dare to grow in her garden.

All of a sudden, she turns to him, soil on her cheek and hands on her hips. "Hey, Lester, let's start a coffee shop."

Apollo blinks dumbly at her, processing the sentence. "What."

"It would be fun." Meg shrugs, tugging off her gardening gloves. "Siblings have been getting into baking lately, so that's pastries down, and there has been talk about coffee machines. It'll be good as pocket change, too."

"Meg. I'm a god." Apollo emphasises the last word, folding his arms. "What do you want? Another unicorn? Glasses? I'll get them."

"It would look good on my profile. 'Girl starts up her own business with the help of some dude.'" Meg continues like Apollo hadnt spoken, trudging back to the house. Apollo takes a moment to actually consider the idea as he follows Meg. It's not entirely out of reach; some strings here and there and he could certainly have everything ready for Meg to live out her coffee shop dreams.

"It would be fun to do something together. Give everyone else things to do too. Rehabilitation?" Meg muses idly, turning on him sharply. "Now, are you in or not, Lester?"

Apollo tilts his head and cracks a smile, golden eyes turning up at the edges. "Sure! I think we'll do okay!"

———

"But consider: this."

"Meg, we are not choosing that dreadful shade of purple; all our customers will get eye strain."

"Who's the manager here?"

"Me?!"

"No, I don't like that. We're co-managers now, in where I do the fun decorating and you do the paperwork."

"Meg, no-"

———

"Why are there so many coffee machines."

"Shut up and pick one!"

"I can't- ooh this one has a whipped cream option! That one can make- Meg, put that down, we are getting one that can at least make a latte."

———

"Do the beans really make a difference?"

"One more word out of you and you can get out of my garden. Don't listen to him, he's an idiot."

"I know I suggested growing our own coffee beans, but do we really need to-"

"Yes. Now get out of my garden."

———

"How's the testing going?"

"I told them we were gonna be selling their cookies and they started freaking. They've made seven batches by now. Here, take over ingredient hunting."

"What? Why- mmm?!"

"That's from one of the practice batches, macadamia nut. How's it taste?"

"Ack- oh, this is delicious! Why did you shove it in my mouth, though?"

"Grocery shopping and you can have the rest of the tray. Get mini marshmallows too, I'm not serving our customers just hot chocolate."

"Fineee!"

———

"Talk to me, I'm bored."

"Meg, dear, I'm trying to finalize the last details."

"And?"

"Just five minutes with you off my shoulder while I'm working, thanks."

———

"I hate this music. Change it."

"But it's a classic! It-"

"I don't want to hear the rant, just change it."

———

"Meg. Put on a smile." Apollo weedles, poking at his friend. "Customer service smile, come on!"

Meg looks him right in the eye, adjusting her apron. "No."

Apollo crumples to the ground dramatically, head in hands. "Our business is going to fail because of you."

"Whatever. Is everything in place?" Meg rolls her eyes (fondly) and trots out of the kitchen to the counter, Apollo trailing after her.

"This place is now a demigod safe haven!" Apollo gestures proudly at the cafe, where a few weapons are displayed on the walls, acting as decorations, to the hidden traps that can be sprung from a control panel under the cashier. Combined with the protection magic Apollo had gotten some friends to put up, this place worked well as a hideout for half-bloods to take a breather and have a hot drink.

Both of them jump when the door opens with the jingle of its bell, and Will Solace strides in with a sunshine smile with Nico by his side, face set in the usual deadpan expression.

"Will!" Apollo lights up at the sight of his son. "You're our first customer, actually!"

"Hey dad! Yeah, me and Nico wanted to check it out first and grab a spot. You're going to get a whole bunch of customers soon." Will chuckles, resting his hands on the counter.

"Word spread pretty quickly once people heard you two were starting up a cafe that would be able to protect demigods in a pinch." Nico adds, looking over at the glass display of their various pastries and sandwiches with interest. "Hey, did you make these?"

"Yep, you should see how the kitchen's at back home." Meg answers, and Apollo shudders at the words. That had been a mess he wouldn't want to see again, even if he could clean it with a single snap.

"Alright, I- dad, why's your name on the coffee machine?" Will says suddenly, leaning over the counter to squint at the said machine opposite him, which does indeed have 'Apollo' spelt out on it in large font.

"Meg here wasn't treating it with the respect it deserved." Apollo huffs, shooting the unimpressed girl a glare. "So I took the matter - and the labeling machine - into my own hands. Now she can't touch it because it does indeed have my name on it."

"On that note, the flour is named crack." Meg pipes in helpfully, and Nico stiffles a snicker.

"Valid." Will grins, eyes flickering around the place to take it all in. "I love what you did to this place, though! Those weapons work, right?"

"Forged from Celestial Bronze by a friend of mine!" Apollo chirps, mind flashing to the very long and tedious ordeal that was getting Hesphateus to make items a demigod could handle. The god was annoyingly offended at the thought of making something so 'inferior' so as to speak.

"I want a chocolate chip cookie and a hot chocolate, thanks." Nico states, fishing out his wallet. "Do we get a discount for family?"

"It's on the house." Apollo assures, and gets jabbed in the stomach by his dear co-manager for his kindness. "Hey! I'm not going to make my son and his boyfriend pay!"

"You realise everyone who comes here will be from the camp, right?"

"No, it's okay Dad, we'll pay." Will cuts in, looking up at the menu. "Ooh, I'll have the honey lemon soda and the meat pie, thanks!"

"Coming right up." Meg drones, marching off to dish out the food while Apollo quickly moves to make the drinks.

The door jingles again; suddenly it's like all of Camp Half-Blood is flooding into the coffee shop, chattering among themselves and lining up with a hollered greeting.

Apollo exchanges a glance with Meg, smiling as widely as he can and taking in the soothing noise of his friends, and gets to work.

#toasecretsanta #crystalcatgamer #ithinkiamafungi #pjo apollo #meg mccaffrey #will solace #nico di angelo #trials of apollo #toa #riordanverse #trials of apollo fanfic #toa fanfic #riordanverse fanfic

[marciabrady]

your thoughts on the unofficial princess girls ! (ex; esmeralda, meg, jane, kida) even the younger ones like melody, jane from peter pan II, eilonwy, wendy darling you can pick any ones you’d like to talk about !

I'll mention all the ones that you did!

Esmeralda- I love her. As is the case with every other female character on this list, the actual production of her film was never one I took to as a child because of the fact that she was the only female character/existed in a largely male universe, but after rewatching her movie as a teenager, I did grow in love with her. It lasted for a few years, and then moods of Esmeralda would come and go- so she isn't a consistent favorite- but I do think she has such a unique voice and song and design and I ADORE how mature she is. It's so refreshing, for how silly and childish the 3d girls are, to see an animated character that is really meant for adults. I love how she brushes on deeper topics of religion and kindness and social equality. I think she was ahead of her time and it always astounds me that she was written in an age before the internet, but has seemed to reflect so many ideals and sensibilities that have only been able to be apparent through all the different voices the forum of the internet enabled in the years after this film's release. I love that they didn't whitewash her, too, and I wish we'd get to see more of her culture.

Meg- So Meg is definitely someone who's always been an internet favorite and, while she does venture into 'not like other girls' territory, there is a charm to her, her design, and voice acting that I can't help but love. Ultimately, I do appreciate that she's morally grey but it does make me want to protect Hercules from her lol I think most people like Meg because of the whole sassy, jaded thing though, which is fine, but I think it's the same as when people only like Tiana for her toxic grind personality pre character arc. Meg's only that way because of trauma and she does it to cover up who she truly is, as a shield, so I prefer the sensitive underbelly of who she is and how she's actually the most basic person in the room. I find the parts where she's candid about her fear of heights and her back and forth with Phil more entertaining than her composed, cool edge. Although I will say, her action of giving her life in exchange for her boyfriend's was one of the most confusing actions I've ever seen a Disney character take and I think they kinda made her entirely storyline about men (she's enslaved by Hades, her objective is to trap Hercules because that's what Hades told her to do to regain her freedom, which she lost because of her ex boyfriend which made her jaded) and I wish they let her have friends who were girls or at least female characters to interact with.

Jane- Okay my answer is going to sound confusing so I'm going to preface with this: I do like Jane and I would want more representation for her. I think she has some of the best fans and she is enjoyable/generally delightful. However, I will say she made me wish we didn't get any more white women in animation for a while lol we'd already had a lot of white leading ladies before this (and she broke a successful women of color streak with Jasmine and Pocahontas and Mulan), and she still abides to an eurocentric beauty standard, so to appease that quotient of the audience but still make her stick out they just over-emphasized her even more than the 10 or more white women that came out before her had been? Her eyes were EVEN more buggish, she was EVEN skinnier, she had even more prominent cheekbones, etc, and i just wanted a more diverse design and a breath of fresh air. I also think it's irritating how obsessed American audiences are with English/Australian accents (but not other cultures' accents which...smh) so like...that makes me sigh HOWEVER I do love the fact that she studies animals and I think she is unique and lovely

Kida- Again, love how mature and intelligent and athletic she is. I kind of wish that Moana was written more like Kida, in that sense, instead of being on the Rapunzel end of things. But I love Kida's design and her personality and her doll and crystal necklace from Mcdonald's was iconic in my household lol I even cut triangles into my bangs when I was in preschool because I was going for the textured layers she had in the animation but didn't know how to mentally translate that into the real world lol her movie is pretty good, I just haven't seen it too many times and she isn't someone I connect with personally but I love her fans and do think she's incredible and admire her and the people who love her more intimately

Melody- I never took to Melody because I was an Ariel fan so I always felt that we were shortchanged by her being the main character of the sequel. Since I loved Ariel, she's the one I sided with in disagreements and still kind of do? Their dynamic is so much weaker compared to Ariel/Triton because Triton was an active bigot and shut Ariel down, time and time again, silencing her and infusing their dynamic with so many layers and nuances. Ariel and Melody's relationship is kinda predicated on interruptions and bad timing? Just as Melody opens up to her mother, Eric comes on screen and interrupts everything. Ariel decides it's time to tell Melody of her mermaid heritage, only for Melody to have escaped a few minutes prior. Also, even though Triton was blatantly abusive (even though unintentional), Ariel still had so much love for him and attacked Ursula physically when she saw her Father reduced to a polyp. Even after Triton screams at her and destroys her Grotto, she openly says, "Daddy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Where, Ariel is literally trying to explain things to Melody and is being openly apologetic and Melody just mean mugs her and says "too late mom" lol plus she's super young which, again, I take to more mature characters. That being said, I do know there's been a large community of Melody lovers in recent years and I do think they're all great! I also think most of the people who think they're Ariel's are more Melody's because Ariel fans tend to be fixated on the ocean, which Ariel herself would never be- that's more Melody. Plus a lot of Ariel fans just tend to seem more like Melody in general, energy wise, and she is a more rare character and any rare character getting more love is something I'm here for

Jane (from Peter Pan 2)- I think they did a good job with not being afraid to make her unlikable but because she's such a tomboy AND younger, there's nothing really here for me to latch on to. I was so sad they cut the mermaids, and Wendy's character (they kept her but to a minor extent) because they really only had a dying Tinker Bell for female representation and then a Jane that was "one of the guys" and the first Lost Girl ever but with nothing else for us that loved Wendy and Mrs. Darling and the mermaids of the original film. So, again, it's fine but just not for me personally

Eilonwy- Okay, this is an answer that surprises even myself but I don't really like her? As a child, I took her VHS from Blockbuster because the cover had a princess in a pink dress lol but I never really rewatched the movie after that or thought about it. I revisited it when I was a teenager and ADORED it. I wrote Eilonwy and read the books and was obsessed, but I guess it was short-lived because I didn't visit the movie for a decade afterwards and, when I did, I found her unlikable? I felt like she was very abrupt, prone to having unnecessary fits and kinda rude and didn't have the charm to balance it out BUT I'm convinced I'll warm up to her again in due time. I don't think she'll ever be a top favorite though

Wendy- 10/10 LOML there is so much warmth to her and I LOVE how she's at that age where she babbles you know why because it shows she's PASSIONATE and she's so forgiving and lovely and kind and imaginative and I love that she's the "supreme authority on Peter Pan" just as most of us on Tumblr have taken it upon ourselves to educate ourselves on whatever we're fascinated by. I also love that she has an edge and isn't a doormat and she's the one calling the shots and moving the story forward. I think writers are the most intellectually stunning people in the world and this movie acknowledges that by how prized she is for her storytelling ability. Also, how could you NOT love a character voiced by Kathryn Beaumont? Perfection, chef's kiss, one of my favorites ever!!

#ask #anonymous