#her little 'buh-bye' oh my god

[maximilff]

i’m obsessed with her 

#her little 'buh-bye' oh my god #mars watches station 19 #4x15 #screencaps #station 19 #maya bishop #blorbfolio

[dorothyrryontour]

if richie jerimovich were your reformed scumbag boyfriend

the people have been banging on my front door, crying, screaming, begging for more carmy content. and i hear you, i do. but anyways, here's this instead x

If Richie Jerimovich were your reformed scumbag boyfriend, he would think you’re so smart. “Babe, you’re so smart,” he would say, all the time.

If Richie Jerimovich were your reformed scumbag boyfriend, he would be the worst gift-giver, and always get you really dumb, sometimes mean things, because he takes jokes too far. Even when he’d really try to be sincere, the gift would be impractical, or unnecessary, or just plain stupid, but he’d look at you with such love that you wouldn’t care anymore.

If Richie Jerimovich were your reformed scumbag boyfriend, he would be fully updated on all your petty gossip, all the time. “Ugh, this person on Twitter is GARBAGE and their Twitter is LITTER ON THE FACE OF THE INTERNET,” you’d tell him. The next time you mention them, he would be like, “Oh I remember, litter on the face of the internet, right? They always reply to your shit tryna argue and stuff? God, what’d they say this time?”

If Richie Jerimovich were your reformed scumbag boyfriend, he would constantly text you funny online videos with “LOLLLLLLLL” commentary.

If Richie Jerimovich were your reformed scumbag boyfriend, you would quickly accept that there’s a way everyone else spells something, and then there’s the way Richie spells it.

If Richie Jerimovich were your reformed scumbag boyfriend, when you and your mother fought, he’d lean against the wall and listen, arms crossed and face neutral but sympathetic, until finally he’d mouth, “Let me talk to her,” and reach out for the phone. You’d listen as he spoke with her – charming her pants off, as usual – until the two of them were laughing and swapping stories about you. Then he’d say, “Oh, no, she can’t come to the phone right now, she had some crazy hot wings earlier so she’s gonna be in the bathroom for a while.” You’d flip him off from the sidelines. “Of course I’ll tell her. Okay, you too, Joyce. Take care, now. Alright, buh-bye,” and then he’d hang up and grin at you.

If Richie Jerimovich were your reformed scumbag boyfriend, he would have no trouble outpacing your dirty mouth, spewing forth creative profanity with such impressive ease that you could do nothing but try to remember it for the next traffic jam.

If Richie Jerimovich were your reformed scumbag boyfriend, you would begin to feel about men in suits the same way you used to feel about men in grey sweatpants.

If Richie Jerimovich were your reformed scumbag boyfriend, he’d leave sticky notes with bad jokes on your refrigerator. Stuff like, 69ing is now called 96ing because inflation has made the cost of eating out skyrocket. “You threw my note away?” He’d ask each afternoon, feigning offense. “Yes,” you’d deadpan.

(But we both know that, if Richie Jerimovich were your reformed scumbag boyfriend, you’d have a little shoebox under your bed where you collected them all. He’d find the box one day, giving you a saucy look that would soon turn extremely sentimental once he lifted the lid to see stacks of sticky notes and not a vibrator. (“Where do you keep your vibrator, though, just so I know?”))

If Richie Jerimovich were your reformed scumbag boyfriend, he would order your latte using the dumb Starbucks lingo, even though you know he would much rather just go to the tiny independent coffee shop ten minutes out of the way instead of embarrassing you by arguing with the barista over the word “medium.”

If Richie Jerimovich were your reformed scumbag boyfriend, he would entertain your friends for hours, expertly mixing cocktails like a wise bartender during Prohibition and listening intently to their tales of workplace microaggressions and bad scones. He’d remember all their stupid coworkers, so, whenever they’d gripe again a week later, he’d go, “Ugh, fuckin’ Marie again with the late reports!” and your friends would kind of like him more than they like you.

If Richie Jerimovich were your reformed scumbag boyfriend, he would have no problem apologizing to you if he was wrong about something, but you’d know better than to be an asshole about the situation and rub the apology in his face, so you’d give him a little time to settle and wait for him to say, “Quit fuckin’ around and come sit next to me,” while he’s stretched out on the couch.

If Richie Jerimovich were your reformed scumbag boyfriend, you would still play Guitar Hero on a regular basis and he wouldn’t make fun of you for your settings still being on “easy”.

If Richie Jerimovich were your reformed scumbag boyfriend, when something good happened to you, you’d tell him and laugh and say, “God, I don’t deserve this!” and he’d look at you and say, “Fuck are you talking about, of course you do.”

If Richie Jerimovich were your reformed scumbag boyfriend, he would know what umami means, but he wouldn’t tell you. You’d only know you’re using it wrong when you catch the amused simper he’s trying to hide.

If Richie Jerimovich were your reformed scumbag boyfriend, when you visited the restaurant, Nat would have to tell him off about five times that night for lingering at your table too long. He’d pop back into the kitchen every now and again to “make sure table 6 is getting the real deal” and be forcefully ushered out by a chorus of curses each time (thereafter sauntering straight to table 6 to flirt with you a bit more and assure you that, “Oh, they’re cooking you up the real deal back there, I’m making sure of it.”)

If Richie Jerimovich were your reformed scumbag boyfriend, you would accidentally catch sight of a sticky note on the fridge while he was still in the room. I saw a buttplug on the street today, it’d read, some asshole must’ve dropped it. And you would unfortunately grant him the satisfaction of laughing out loud. He would never let you live down the fact that you do, in fact, find him funny.

If Richie Jerimovich were your reformed scumbag boyfriend, pre-s2e7-of-the-hit-TV-show-The-Bear-Forks (when he was just: Richie Jerimovich, your scumbag boyfriend), you’d have let him rant about gentrification as much as he wanted, and you’d have refrained from pointing out that he’s saying the same thing over and over. “I know, babe,” you’d have said, “That’s such a good point.”

If Richie Jerimovich were your reformed scumbag boyfriend, post-s2e7-of-the-hit-TV-show-The-Bear-Forks, he’d take to saying, to his still-scumbag friends: “When fishermen cannot go to sea, they mend their nets.” Then he’d explain, sagely, how, “There will be times in our lives where we may not be able to do things we have always done, in the way we have always done them,” and you’d kiss him all over his face, because you love having a reformed scumbag boyfriend who randomly recites proverbs now.

#richie jerimovich #richie the bear #richie x reader #richie jerimovich x reader #the bear fx #the bear s2 #the bear imagine #the bear #this may not be what you wanted but i assure you it's what you needed #if x were your y #inspired by the toast #i'm not like this because i'm in van halen #i'm in van halen because i'm like this #character study? #if your mum's name is joyce and you're wondering if i made this with you in mind of course i did ily x

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Only One I See

Sequel to One is the Loneliest Number, One on One, One Little Thing

Warnings: none, Professor Steve (that’s a warning in itself)

Dunno if I’ll be doing an exhaustive drabble series but there’s at least this. Let me know if you’re enjoying it or not and any thoughts you have. Love you!

“Nothing going on,” Inez nudges you as she stands with her copy of Wuthering Heights, “you’re a terrible liar. And so is the professor.”

“What are you talking about?” You keep your voice low as you shove your book in your bag, “I wish you’d stop.”

“Oh, come on,” she looks around at the dozen other members who showed up that week. You felt a sense of relief at seeing so many, a feeling that mirrored Steve’s, no, Professor’s expression, “we’re sitting here arguing over sexy ghost man and he’s zooot!” She makes a pinch motion with all her fingers, “pinpointed, right on you.”

“N-no,” you sniff, “I didn’t… I didn’t even say much–”

“Exactly,” she hikes her messenger bag onto her shoulder as you zip your pink polka dot backpack, “you don’t have to say anything, little miss brownie.”

“Ew, no, no, he’s…” you glance over at Rogers, another student, Lulu, stands in front of him with her copy of Bronte open. His eyes meet yours and he smiles, tweaking a brow at you, “he’s our professor. He’s…” you step closer to her and hide your whisper behind your hand, “old.”

“Not that old,” she chirps, “come on. He’s what forty? Maybe a few years over, and he’s constantly surrounded by young girls– case and point.”

She tosses another look in his direction and you see how Ainsley leans on him and giggles. He seems slightly bothered as he lets out a deep breath and pats her hand as he coaxes her away, all the while he continues to make his point. You catch a few words, something about Catherine. 

“Look around you, sunshine, do you see a single male specimen here?”

“Well,” you pull the straps of your bags up your arms, “Dani is nonbinary so–”

“Yeah but they still like dick,” she giggles.

“Oh, god, why do you have to be so gross?”

“Please tell me you weren’t that one in high school? The prude? You’re cute, I’m sure at least one guy–”

“This is college,” you insist, trying to restrain your embarrassment, “I told you, and I don’t want to keep saying it, but I’m not interested in Professor Rogers.”

“Alright, alright,” she raises her hands defensively, “so how about–”

“Excuse me,” the deep tone undercuts her detour and you pout helplessly as you turn reluctantly to the professor. You hope he didn’t hear any of that, “before you go, I found this good app for these sort of things. Helps track your reading,” he explains as he holds out a clipboard, “I’m just getting phone numbers to add everyone to the group.”

“Oh, BookSnoop, yeah I’ve heard of that,” Inez says cheerily and sends you a guilty look, “uh, here, let me give you my number.”

She takes the clipboard first and scribbles down her number then hands it to you. You do the same and give it back, the brush of fingertips with the professor making you wince, “thanks, professor.”

“Of course, and… I had an idea. I was talking to management at Marge’s, I might be able to host one of these things there.”

“Oh, that’s so cool,” you say, “I might get a bit distracted by the sweets though.”

“Count us in,” Inez grumbles, “I hate these old classrooms. They smell like khaki.”

“Mmm, yeah,” Rogers appears slightly perplexed by her comment, “well, thanks for signing up,” he hugs the clipboard against one side of his chest, “and don’t forget about your book review next class.”

“Uh, how could we forget?” Inez chuckles nervously and grabs your elbow, “excuse us, professor, we’re late for, uh… a party.”

“Okay, er, um, be safe,” he backs away awkwardly, “see you in class.”

“Buh bye,” Inez toss over her shoulder as she urges you to the door and you barely squeeze through the door ahead of her, nearly crushing against her in the tight frame.

“What’s going on? A party?” You sputter as you plant your feet.

“Look, I totally forgot about the uh, book review, so how do you feel about an all-nighter?”

“In,” you exclaim, “are you kidding me?”

“Come on, I need you to keep me awake,” she whines, “pweez, pwetty pweez, I wuv you, you know that right?”

“Don’t do that,” you sneer, “fine, I’ll help you but I swear, next time, you’re on your own. You know, I have other classes. History papers I don’t want to write.”

“Well that’s convenient, because I haven’t done Laufeyson’s paper either,” she cackles, “it’s fate.”

📃

You rub your eyes and yawn over your cold coffee cup. Inez is barely awake, her head in her hand as she scrolls on her laptop. You feel like you’re looking in a mirror, so tired your head feels like a boulder.

You scratch out notes about the Communist Revolution in your notebook, trying to make sense of it all in your fatigue fuzzed mind. As you put your pen down to stretch your cramped fingers, the subtle clack of Inez’ keyboard tapping in the silent library, your phone buzzes. The noise is loud, jarring in the lull.

She’s unbothered as her lips move with the words she types. You wonder if she’s even typing words. You have class at noon so you might get a few hours before you have to weave your way back onto campus. You snatch up your phone and unlock it, leaning back dangerously in the heavily wooden chair.

‘Hope you got home safe’ the text reads, the number unfamiliar. 

You put the phone down, assuming it’s a wrong number. You trail your fingers over your brow as Inez chews her thumb.

“What another way to say therefore, I think I’ve typed that a thousand times,” she murmurs.

“Thus, and so, consequently…” you say as you phone vibes again.

‘You didn’t drink too much, did you?’

You scowl at the screen and thumb in your response lazily, ‘I think you have the wrong number’.

Three dots appear almost as soon as you hit send. ‘It’s Steve. Checking in. Making sure you’re okay. That’s all.’

For a moment, you’re confused. Then you remember jotting down your number on the board. 

You peek up at Inez, she’s swaying before her laptop. Should you tell her? No, she’d just tease you again. He’s just nice. Maybe a bit too concerned.

‘I’m fine, professor. Just going to sleep. Good night’. There, that’ll put an end to it.

‘Sweet dreams’ he replies. You don’t answer but another message comes in. A pink heart. 

You lock the phone and sigh. You’re too tired. Besides, you know how older people are with emojis. Your mother kept sending the cry laugh emoji in very serious conversations.

“Inez,” you say gruffly, “let’s go. I need sleep.”

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #series #professor!steve #marvel #mcu #au #avenger #captain america #drabble series

[grellestie]

Grelle x Reader

Meeting Y/N for the first time!

(imagine ur sebastian haha)

(Y/N uses they/them)

(THIS IS A PARODY!)

There Y/N was, at the makeup counter. They had been working there for a seasonal job. Yeah, malls are dying a tragic and brutal death but money is money. They barely knew how to use makeup outside of a couple of videos that would pop up on their favorite apps while they searched endlessly for something to do when they're supposed to be doing something actually important (cough). They look over and see a beautiful red-haired woman, her chartreuse eyes glazing over the most expensive thing in the counter. God, Y/N just HAD to talk to her, she was too gorgeous not to! Also their manager was so up their ass about "not talking to customers" and "spending too much time on that damn phone" despite the mall being empty except for the odd mall goths and maybe a birthday party about to ruin a minimum-wage worker's life for a little bit. Not their problem! They walked up to her and smiled.

"Hi there, is there anything I can help you with, miss?"

They asked with a bright smile on their face. She gave them one look before just shaking her head no and going back to what she was doing. Maybe she's just a cute shy girl! They waited for a response

"..."

She was ignoring Y/N

"Oh! So you're looking for foundation, right? The ABH concealer may work well for you? Concealer and foundation are the same thing, anyway." The woman looked at Y/N like they were insane for saying that, though they couldn't help themselves "…I wish I could learn how to do makeup as well as you can… You really know what you're doing!"

The woman was annoyed with them after showing their CLEAR lack of makeup knowledge and being in HER space while she was trying to shoplift shop! It was time to get rid of them for good.

"Maybe that would work for you... And I KNOW! So many wish they could do their face as well as me but a lady never tells her secrets!" Y/N slumped a little bit, she sighed. "Listen, darling. I could!" Y/N's face lit up. "I really wish I could! …But I only do charity-work once a year. Now get out of my sight. You might be one of those cases beyond fixing! Buh-bye!"

She waved them off. Wow… Y/N walked back behind the counter in pitiful defeat. Of course, it was risky to shoot their shot like that but that was worse than a "no". They watched as she "sneakily" shoved foundation, eyeliner, and other beauty products into her purse. Normally, they would try to stop her but they got the memo this time.

They just needed to try again!

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitpost #grelle sutcliff #grell sutcliff #i mean this lovingly but i dont think grelle would want any of us realistically #also this isnt like a dig at anyone. its just an idea ive had lol #this is very much non-mean spirited and just meant as a joke #though. if u are into grelle insulting you. i wont judge bc bitch!! me too!! the fuck!! #also like i love x readers so much #if this is what gets me to write them again then it will be so fucking funny #i just wanted to poke fun at the ones that make her kind to Y/N despite them definitely not being her type by a longshot

[mosneakers]

Princess Cordelia Thebe: Essentially, Mrs. Darling, and... Mrs. Darling... I've requested your presence today, to seek your blessing in my pursuit into horse ownership.

Clementine: Oh! You wanna get a horse! Here? She wants to buy a horse. Salem: Oh! Yeah, no.

Cordelia: I beg your pardon?!? Salem: Oh, I'm sorry! Let me clarify. Hell no.

Cordelia: You can't tell me 'no!' This is my home. I purchased it from you, with my own simoleons.

Salem: Well the property's still in my name, toots. Who would you expect to care for it anyway? Your staff are barely alive as it is, And as for you lazy pirate- Clementine: [Gives Salem's bottom a gentle squeeze to shut her up] Honey, a horse is a lot to consider. We'll talk it over and get back to you, alright? Buh-bye now! [Drags Salem outside]

Salem: [Shouts] Remember, I gave you life!

Clementine: You should find a better use for that mouth of yours.

Salem: Ugh! She's just such a- Clementine: Princess? Salem: Not the word I was gonna use, but let's go with that.

Clementine: Hey babe? Isn't it weird being in our old house again? Not weird in a bad way, just weird in a nostalgic way, you know?

Salem: Oh god, don't tell me you're feeling all sentimental again. Clementine: Can you blame me? Babe, this is the house Caterpillar was born in. Right across the street from Donn and Lo and the kids. We had a lot of memories here. Sometimes I feel like it'd be nice to move back, I don't know...

Salem: Move back? Here? Why the hell would we want to move back to this neighborhood? Everyone around here looks so... unvaccinated. Look, as much as I'd like to kick these bozos out, we resurrected them. They're my responsibility, unfortunately.

Clementine: No, sassy-pants. I don't mean this house. But what if we moved in with the family? Like the Darling property? Salem: I'd rather hang- Clementine: Before you dismiss me... listen, okay? They've been struggling. We could help out with dad and I can even help out with the little ones when they come to visit [voice increasing in enthusiasm] ... We could even ask if we could add onto the property? Like maybe Brick could build us our own little in-law suite? [Excited squeal] Eeee he could build us my dream window plan?! Please?

Salem: What about the kids? I don't want to just abandon Cat in Glimmerbrook like that.

Skye: Ahem...

Caterpillar: Yeah, about that...

#ts4 #ts4 story #ts4 gameplay #MD4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #The sim 4 #MD4season10 #Salem Darling #Clementine Darling #Caterpillar Darling #Skye Darling #Princess Cordelia #and her 3 pirate boyfriends #and her beloved butler and chef

[specksizedgoddess]

Another suggestion story, this one from the lovely @forrest-fox-0w0 , I can't thank you enough darling <3

THIS STORY CONTAINS: Very desperate mousegirls meeting gluttonous dragon girls, vore, and a LOT of awakenings~

This... this wasn't part of the plan. It was simple! Sneak in while the goliath was sleeping, grab as much as the little mousegirl could carry in her paws, and run like hell- easier said then done. Now, trembling, backing up slowly- the clinking of metal echoed in the cavern as the enormous dragon before her shifted.

"So. A thief, are you?"

The tiny rodent yelped. The dragon's voice was deep and commanding, every word sending a shiver down the poor mouse's back. With every word, her scales seemed to shift and gleam, the small beams of light that managed to worm their way into the cavern reflecting into multicoloured rays- it would incredible, breathtaking, even, if the mousegirl had been here for any other reason.

"N- no! Well, yes, but-"

"Hey, hey. Calm down. I'm not mad. As a matter of fact... I'm happy to have some company here. It's just been so long~"

The enormous reptile yawned, her morning breath rushing over the trembling pipsqueak before her.

"That being said... crime can't go unpunished, now can it? Tell me, darling- do you know what I do to thieves? To anyone dumb or brave enough to take even a single shining coin from my hoard?"

The mousegirl shook her head. The relief she had felt immediatelly leaving as she began to process what she meant.

"Mmmm~ then you're in for a suprise, cutie!"

Plucked up easily between two talons, the scruff of her neck pinched as she was lifted up, up to her captor's face... deep, soft eyes dug into her, her snout huffing as if it had a mind of it's own, and her mouth... split into a sharp, toothy grin, dull fangs wiped over as the beast licked it's lips- massive tongue pooling with saliva as it polished teeth, and when it was done... sneaking out like a serpent to get a taste of the rodent. Soft fur now damp, matted in where it had connected- just the tip of her tongue was enough to paint her upper body with drool...

"Mmm. Well, I was hoping for breakfast, but I don't think you'll make much of a meal. Oh well~"

The mousegirl was entranced by the maw as it opened wider, eagerly placed onto the tongue, warm breath running over her, just inches away from fangs that threatened to tear her in two- her little paws, now slick with saliva as she but her lips. God, what was wrong with her?

And that throat. Pulsing, gently, warmly, BEGGING to be fed- the little mouse took a small step towards it, eliciting a small chuckle from the dragon.

"Someone's eager! Buh bye, little thief!

Every syllable shifted her positioning, lathering her in spit and drool- those lips shut behind, sealing her in warm, comforting darkness. The tongue poked and prodded, pushing her gently around the dragon's mouth... trailing over her, small yelps muffled by the shut lips- it was too much.

But it wouldn't last much longer.

A loud, resounding gulp echoed around the little rodent as she was dragged near the throat. She had to stop herself from flinging herself in voluntarily- fuck, it was so tempting- all those thoughts of thievery and riches now long gone as she fantasized. Another gulp, and she was on her way.

Powerful, slick muscles dragged her deeper and deeper. The heat grew more and more intense, like a sauna as she was pulled deeper... deeper... deeper... until she reached her destination. A bubbling pool of stomach acid caught her fall as she scrambled against the slick inner walls of her captor- suprisingly not painful, just... numb. If anything, soaking in those juices felt good... the soothing heartbeat echoing around her, gurgles ringing in her ears as she stopped struggling... god, it was nice. The mousegirl blushed, biting her lip as she looked down~ sure enough, she was VERY "exited". Surely the dragon wouldn't know if she... y'know... got her energy out-

The dragongirl knew. A grin on her face as she rubbed her stomach, a playful gurgle murmuring back as she chuckled.

"Having fun in there?"

Maybe the real treasure were the snacks we made along the way <3

#mousegirl #nsft #lesbians #size difference #extreme size difference #vorny #v0re

[mlobsters]

supernatural s12e23 all along the watchtower (w. andrew dabb)

CASTIEL Kelly. I told you I'd put this together. I'm very good at following instructions.

cute

welcome back, friend-o

said it many times before and i'll say it again, so glad to have pellegrino back. man, he's just so creepy as lucifer. can't get over it. they can give the same lines to someone else and it never quite lands the same

LUCIFER All right, well, I'd love to chat with ya, but, uh, why waste my time, right? It's not like you matter. I don't need to put on the old Sam suit anymore, do I? DEAN You know, if you think we're just gonna let you walk – LUCIFER Oh, hey, Dean! I know you fellas are gonna try, you know, whatever. Whatever you're gonna try. But you can't kill me. You've never been able to kill me. And with, uh, witch bitch gone, you can't put me back in the Cage, so like I said… you don't matter. Okay? Buh-bye. Buh-bye.

is rowena actually dead? i was under the impression she was in other later seasons but i don't actually know. that would be a crappy way to go out, to be sure. i know they like to kill people off, but hell, meg got an amazing episode before she was offed. made me cry! meg!! gonna assume not until proven otherwise

KELLY I'm just saying, the checkout guy looked at us like we were super weird. CASTIEL Ah, you'll get used to it.

lol. (unwanted baby tip though, even non-half-archangel newborns grow super fast so you never know how long a size of diaper will fit. some are too big for newborn sizes almost right away! lol)

what in the world. did she just leak some lucifer baby juice on the truck through her hand

how very hell-ish. so who's our mystery guest. old angel, god, benny, hell-au!dean

KELLY Hi, Jack. It's, uh… I'm your mom.

ps my youngest kiddo is named jack lol

s12e23 / star trek: generations (1994)

have to get back to the nexus!

LOL scrambling for an assist from sam, maybe not your best bet what with sam and lucifer's history

SAM Crowley…why did you do it? Save Lucifer– What did you want? CROWLEY I wanted to win. I perverted Mother's spell, put Lucifer in a vessel of my own making because I wanted to win. You have any idea how many people have made a play for my throne over the years? Lucifer, Abaddon, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Too damn many. I thought if I could put the Devil on a leash… my own personal nuke, no one would ever dare challenge me again.

talk about embarrassing, good grief. i'm not sure crowley has the capacity to feel embarrassed really? so at least i'm not feeling it really either, except from a distance. he's not really bothered, i'm not really bothered! i'd like to think crowley would know better than this, but then everyone has their weak spots

curious where this "i hate my job" thing is going. sam seems dubious (as is right). but another thing i love that they generally keep to with crowley is he's playing a long game, almost always. reminds me a bit of a line about hannibal (though crowley is more mushy human regularly than hannibal is honestly)

hannibal s3e2 primavera WILL GRAHAM Hannibal follows several trains of thought at once, without distraction from any. One of the trains is always for his own amusement. ABIGAIL HOBBS He's playing with us. WILL GRAHAM Always.

CROWLEY Well, whenever there's a world-ending crisis at hand, I know where to place my bets. It's on you, you big, beautiful, lumbering piles of flannel

true and also buttering them up but also getting in a dig, all around very signature crowley, yes please and thank you

CROWLEY So if you'll forgive my transgression, I'll make it worth your while. DEAN Which means? CROWLEY After we put Lucifer back in his cage– together– I'll seal the gates of Hell. You'll never see another demon again, apart from, of course, yours truly. MARY You would do that? CROWLEY Why not? They stab me in the back, I'll happily stab them in the front, the sides, and right up their little black-eyed asses. So… we have a deal?

LOL he wanna move into the bunker too?

CROWLEY This is what you do when I'm not here? Type? DEAN Yep.

haha crowley see it's boring being the good guys too

now what are the odds that crowley does stay there, sitting down, and shutting up :p

DEAN Saving your ass. SAM You and Kelly just taking off was a stupid move. But there's no way we're letting Lucifer get his hands on that kid. It ain't happening. DEAN Look, Sam's right, okay? We'll work through our crap. We always do. But right now, we are here to get you, get Kelly, and get gone.

interesting, feels like sam rarely gets mad at cas. he was actually a little angry here, guess risking lucifer getting jack because they skipped town was a hot button

(ok i went to go look at the script to see if it said what he was thinking and wow a ton of stuff here didn't make into the episode. crowley being wayy too human and more. ok actually all of this is way different than what is happening, i gotta stop reading)

CASTIEL It's a doorway to another world. DEAN Anoth– What, like Narnia? CASTIEL No. No, through there it's Earth, but…but different. It's a– it's an alternate reality.

haha my hell-au!dean batshit suggestion not sounding so batshit!

SAM So it's a Bizarro world? Or – or like the place we got zapped to where we were, uh, uh, actors on a TV show. DEAN Oh, yeah. The supernatural wasn't real. SAM Yeah. DEAN And you were Polish.

:p silly

LOLOL oh my god hell-au!BOBBY! i did not go batshit enough. laughed until i was wheezing

CASTIEL As I said, it's– it's Earth. But this Earth is locked in eternal war between Heaven and Hell. There are armies of angels fighting hoards of demons, and the few humans that remain are caught in between.

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SAM Yeah. John Winchester, our father. BOBBY Doubt it. He's dead. Been dead over 40 years now. Only reason I know about him is this Hunter I ran with, Mary Campbell. You get a few pints of shine into her, and she always told the same story about the man she loved– John Winchester. Azazel killed her about 10 years ago. SAM Cas, what the hell is this? CASTIEL This is a world where you were never born. It's a world you never saved.

haha so it's like SEE this is what would have HAPPENED if mary didn't make the deal with azazel!!!! so she did the RIGHT thing!!! you know i don't think she had a choice since heaven and hell were behind the scenes pulling strings, so i never felt like mary needed absolution, but okay then

MARY Okay. I think they're less than five minutes apart now. It's almost time. How you doin'? KELLY I'm dying. MARY I know. KELLY But that's okay. 'Cause wouldn't you die for your sons? MARY Yeah.

usually pregnancy/labor doesn't get to me but man this is pushing my weepy buttons unexpectedly. some of this being too relatable to when my jack was born (without the anticipated imminent death). they also deployed the mushy music

DEAN You know, Cas has faith in this kid.I hope he's right. But me? I have faith in us. You, me, Mom, Cas. And Crowley. Sometimes.

sweet and cute

shove lucifer into the nexus!

cute. and padalecki's hair always looks best to me when it's a little disheveled

well crowley surely can't be dead after this apparent self sacrifice too, right?

and now cas going in to fight when they're trying to seal the nexus. we're maxing out the drama

cas dead but what, soon to be revived by jack? chuck? somebody. and lucifer pulling mary into the nexus while she uses her amped up brass knuckles to..... punch lucifer in the face a bunch. hoookay. which conveniently now decides to seal with them both inside. with a dead?? crowley

i went back and read through the (production draft) script and things were moved around and a lot was changed/removed. i have only recently gotten in the habit of skimming the scripts when available more regularly for the ep i'm on, so i dunno how common it is for them but so far i haven't seen one even close to as many differences from script to screen that this had

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 12x23 #andrew dabb

[foxywrites]

Are we still doing this? I'm still doing this... WIP game: I'd love to hear more about the Dark Avengers one 💜

we are still doing this XD (thank you for the ask!)

So this- it's a mess, but I absolutely love it. This is from one of the many fics that a friend of mine (wibell) left me before she deleted her account and orphaned her works.

This au is called the 'dark au' because the avengers are not above killing villains or those who oppose them, they are much more feared by the citizens and their cruelty in handling their enemies pretty much make people fear committing the smallest of crimes. (their idea of villains is also somewhat corrupted, since they are pretty much 'heroes').

So the Avengers are pretty much a group of people, who have found a family within each other- and god have mercy on who ever threatens their family.

The story is mostly told from Peter Parker's POV (from the beginning of the first spider man movie by Tom Holland), who had been left behind with a babysitter rather than his uncle and aunt when his parents died, and his aunt and uncle died along with them in the same plane-crash.

He is still Spiderman, and is much sneakier since now he lives with Skip Westcott, his guardian (I had no idea that he existed till I read about him on this doc, oh my god.) however Ned and MJ still end up finding out about his secret identity- along with Flash. (and they are really protective of him too)

Basically the story is about Tony finding Peter after the party that Peter had went to (when he had almost drowned) and becoming interested of him pretty quickly from the very beginning. (because Peter is pretty much one of the actual heroes that the city has, and has yet to dirty his hands even though the media hates on him a lot along with most of the citizens)

Anyways! a little snippet!

Hoodie- suit? was it a suit? Tony had never seen a suit uglier than the one that the infamous spider vigilante wore, god it was a relief that- His eyes grew big as he watched Toomes thrown the web-slinger to the lake- shit. Tony focused the repulsors in his hands on Toomes, loading- "Boss, I can't detect their body warmth any longer, nor can I sense any-" Shit. Tony didn't wait to hear the rest of it and dived headfirst into the water where the vigilante had gotten lost, somewhat bitter about the fact that he had let Toomes free. It didn't take long before he found the vigilante and pulled him to the sir face by his waist- God forbid he wasn't about the pull him up by his hood when he the vulture had carried him by it for so long and had probably damaged his throat. With a single hand, he ripped the straps of the hoodie, watching as the web-slinger gasped for breath. "You know-" Tony began to say, his yes searching for the tech that made the web's for the vigilante, "-you should be both really grateful and sorry for saving your *ss since I did I end up losing my target because of you." He kept looking down on the other as they gasped for breath, and watched them as they stood up. He would give it to them, he supposed, for being able to look him straight in the eye, considering his reputation. Tony opened his mouth, but stopped when rather than than the black googles, his gaze settled on the vigilantes single brown eye instead. "I'm sorry, Mr Iron Man Sir! And thank you for saving me!" The shorter vigilante said, and it took him a second to realize that the voice actually belonged to the spider vigilante infront of him. Cold dread washed over him- he was just a kid. "-but I'll let you know that I was perfectly capable of escaping."Tony grinned from inside his iron man suit, watching as the kid looked down to his watch. "If you will excuse me, I need to get somewhere and I really would appreciate it if you did not follow me.” The kid simply opened his arm, and for a moment Tony thought that he was gesturing towards something, before a piece of thin string came out of the kids wrist, and attached to the tree near by. "Buh~bye!" He didn't have time to analyse just where the web was coming from nor have time answer before the kid was simply gone, swinging from one tree to another like some monkey. "Boss, would you want me to give you the coordinates to Adrian Toomes?" FRIDAY asked after a while, and yet he kept on staring at the direction that the boy had disappeared off to. "Nah, I get the feeling that we won't have to really worry about him for that long- just tighten the security around the Damage Control team." He turned on his repulsors, and rose to the air heading back to the Avengers compound. "Rather than that, FRIDAY, open a new folder for when I get back and add in everything that the media has on this kid." He wondered how the others would react when they learned that the Spidey was just a kid, considering that Matt had fought along side the Spandex boy before, and so had Clint at some point. Did Matt actually know about this but hadn't told them? Oh God, the betrayal! Tony wouldn't tell anything either than- besides, he had the feeling that the drama would be worth it. “What shall I name the folder boss?” the AI asked and Tony didn't even take a second to think before answering. "How about Project: Spandex-Spidey!"

I am obsessed with this AU T^T thank you once again for asking me about it!

#asks #thank you for the ask! #fanfic #peter parker #dark marvel au #spiderman #marvel #fanfic sneak peek #fanfics #fanfic writing #marvel fanfiction

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pt 5! fic can also be found on ao3, user is the same over there. part 1 of Extended Hours can be found here.

i'm not caught up like all the others guys but i'm still caught up on something

When Eddie announces that he has to go so that he can close up the Vibe, Steve honest to god almost pulls something as he whips his head to the side to get a look at the time. 

"Damn, I didn't realize how late it was. That's my bad." Steve sits up right, grabbing the phone to place on his lap as he swings his legs out over the edge of his bed. A deep sigh escapes him as he straightens up. "Well Munson, you've got the address, the time, so..."

"Yea, I've got it all here. And, hey, don't sweat it. Never woulda thought I'd utter these words but you, Steve Harrington, might not actually be the douchebag I thought you were in highschool.”

Steve perks up at that, corners of his mouth pulling down considering Eddie’s words as his spine somehow goes even straighter. "Oh. Well, then I'm not sorry and you're welcome. I think."

A scoff followed by an incredulous laugh escapes Eddie. "I take it back. Henderson and all those kids don’t know shit, man. I’ll see you tomorrow"

Steve starts at that. "I'm sorry, can we go back to that bit? Are you saying you talk about me with the kids during your Hellfire meetings? It's good things, right? Awe, come on-" Steve is laughing as Eddie hums at him to stop before he himself starts laughing along with him.

" Nuh-uh. Nope! Buh-bye."

"Alright alright, fine. I'll see you tomorrow, Munson."

" Tomorrow ."

Click .

Steve lets the weight of the phone carry his hand down, slipping the receiver into its cradle before getting up to place it in its home at his desk.

He makes his way to the bathroom, brushes his teeth and starts on his nightly routine of hair care. When he's done he then makes his routine sweep of the house before getting ready for bed.

As he settles in he can suddenly feel just how exhausted he truly was. The last hour on the phone with Eddie went by in a blur. As he shuts off the lamp on his night stand before sinking into his mattress, he decides that he won't tack on those extra exercises to his workout in the morning after all.

He's got tomorrow night to look forward to.

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Robin is fidgeting with Steve's radio to get her cassette tape going, making sure to skip over the first track per Steve's sideways glance at the kids in the back seat. Last thing he needs is to hear the constant chorus of Like a Virgin for the next coming weeks.

It’s after Extended Hours and he has Erica, Lucas, and Dustin in the back of his car who are arguing in hushed voices amongst themselves. Steve can barely make out what they're saying but it must be about their DnD game he's dropping the boys off to or whatever because he catches a lot of nerds and losers from Erica.

When Steve looks back in the rearview mirror for a quick glance he watches as Lucas flicks at one of Erica's beads that hangs in her hair before muttering for her to shut up. Steve's lips form a tight line as his eyes revert back to the road. Here we go-

"I'll shut up when you bozos shut up about your stupid little nerd game first. Nobody wants to hear about– okay, you touch my hair again and I'm telling everyone in this car what I found hidden at the bottom of your sock drawer."

“ You wouldn’t. ”

 Another glance in the rearview mirror and Lucas’ eyes are saucers. Robin swivels at that, hands on the shoulders of the seat as she faces the kids. Steve reaches out to tug at Robin’s sleeve, forcing his gaze to stay on the road. "Robin, don’t start with them. And guys, don't you start at all, alright! We're almost there. Buckley would you please sit back-”

“No nono, I want to know what Erica found at the bottom of Lucas’ sock drawer. I need to know. Like, right now. We all do, Steve. What’s at the bottom of his sock drawer? Dustybun and I are listening. Steve, you can close your ears.”

“What the hell do you have at the bottom of your sock drawer?!” Steve feels Dustin kick at his seat as he flails around in the back and his jaw clicks, the line of his mouth somehow cutting thinner.

Steve huffs a breath. “We don’t need to talk about this, like, at all.” He throws a hand up, his other hand tapping along to the beat of Material Girl on the steering wheel. He has to fight the urge to slowly roll through the stop sign, instead making the car jerk a bit as he mindfully hits the brake. Just gotta make this right turn and we’ll be there. “Whatever the hell Lucas has in his-” 

“Nothing! There’s nothing in my sock drawer!”

Another glance. Steve never wants to be on Erica’s bad side if that smirk was anything to go by. “I was in his room looking for my barbies because someone -”

“Erica!”

“Someone! Likes to use them for his stupid little battle line ups. Anyway, so I went looking under the bed first– under the bed!  There was something under his bed!”

Robin’s voice is a sing-song whisper. “Erica, what was under the bed.”

“There was this–”

“Oh, wow would you kids look at that! We’re here!” Steve is barely at a complete stop before putting the car in park, the car stopping abruptly. Robin clutches at the headrest with a surprised gasp, disgruntled heys coming from the back. “Perfect timing,” Steve mutters to himself, somehow out of breath.

“Get me the hell out of this damn car. You guys suck.” Lucas rushes out, doesn’t even bother waiting for Dustin or his sister before he’s at the front door. He knocks and slips in the moment it opens, barreling past poor unsuspecting Nancy who has to jump out of his way.

Robin contorts her body to squeeze between the seat and the passenger door to yell out of the open back door. “Lucas, I was only joking! I’m sorry but there’s no need to be rude to Nancy!” Robin’s hand comes up to wave at her through her own closed window. “Sorry, Nance.”

Steve’s hand is rubbing at his chest as he turns to look at Robin. “You do know you have your own door you could have opened, right, Mr. Fantastic? Better yet, there’s a window!” Steve can’t see her face as she unravels herself but knows her eyes are rolling.

“Erica, I actually really don’t  want to know.” Dustin pats Steve’s headrest before he steps out, backpack in tow. “Thanks for the ride, Steve. See ya, Robin!” He shuffles through the door that Nance has left propped open. She smiles as she turns to look at the car, points back into the house with her thumb before using her pointer to signal she would be right back before disappearing entirely.

“I honestly don’t know what I found,” Erica mumbles. “He came in just before I could get a good look. I just know I wasn’t supposed to find it.” She doesn’t move from her spot. She’s staring into the house with a look of disgust. “What the hell am I supposed to do here while they play their dumb little game?”

Steve unbuckles his seatbelt to properly turn and look back at her. “Dumb? Debatable. But there's nothing little about their game. I remember the one that went on for seventeen hours and the chaos that ensued from the aftermath." Steve shutters before refocusing on her. "I dunno. You could play with Holly?”

The way Erica rolls her eyes, Steve starts to wonder who would be the first to ever get their eyes stuck– her, Max, or Robin. “I know I’m Lucas’s younger sister but I’m not a baby.” She’s gathering her things before she starts to shimmy her way out the door Lucas left open.

“I mean. Have you considered just watching them play?” Erica stops moving, her head turning slowly to look back at Steve, eyes asking if he’s possibly hit his head or something. “What? I mean, I don’t get the game myself. I literally have zero freaking idea what’s going on the few times I’ve caught them in the middle of their, what is it, their campaign or whatever but when I’ve seen them play they’re… having fun. I don’t know. Or you could just watch some TV.”

Erica scoffs before jumping out. “Whatever. I hate date night.” Steve winces as the door slams shut but doesn't comment on it.

Robin watches her tiny form disappear into the house. “I never realized how much… tangible annoyance could be bundled into such a small body." She shrugs her shoulders before turning back to fiddle with Steve's radio. "Kids are gone, time for virgins."

"Oh, before I forget." Steve holds up a finger as he opens his door, winking at Robin who scrunches her eyebrows at him before going to his trunk. He pulls out the Madonna poster he got her, having wanted to wait for a moment when the two of them were finally alone to bring up the crush on Nancy. He unravels it to get a final look, eyes squinting as he turns his head to see if Nancy is still staring back, and sure enough, she is.

He rolls it back up before slinking back into his seat and handing the poster over to Robin who quirks an eyebrow in question.

"Open it. And then I need you to squint a little and tell me what you see. Don't ask, just do."

Robin rolls her eyes, taking the poster into her own hands and opening it as much as she could within the car without wrinkling it. A small smile breaks her confused expression. "Steve you dork, you didn't have to-"

"Squint."

She side-eyes him before doing as he asks. She turns her head, elbows locking as she pushes the poster away. She's tilting her head left and right, mouth parting until a breath huffs out of her. "Huh. Ya know, she kind of looks like Nancy in this– wait." She loosens her elbows as the poster drops and it settles into her lap, eyes staring past the windshield.

Steve chances a glance back at the house. He sees Nancy's shadow at her bedroom window and thinks they might have time. "So, about that moment I saw you have with Nance earlier this week in the courtyard– no, throughout the entire week. Actually? Now that I think about it-"

"Steve, please please please just drop it. I know I said we'd talk about it later but ya know what? We actually don't have to. She and I are friends and it took a while for us to get there but we did it somehow. I don't know what you think you saw but there is absolutely no way Nance sees me that way, okay? We have already established that yes, I'm a horrible friend who crushes on her best friend's very straight, very much not  gay ex, okay. And other than having a teeny tiny, no big deal crush, that's all it's ever going to be so just let it go ."

"Robin, as your best friend, I am the one who gets to decide if you're a horrible friend, alright." Steve reaches out to her and she flinches at his touch before glaring at him. "Which you aren't. Okay, and as Nancy's ex I'm the perfect person, the one to know, to see  that from the way she's been when she's around you that Nancy definitely isn't one hundred percent straight." 

Robin starts at that, the poster abandoned on her lap as she raises her hand to pluck Steve's hand away from her shoulder, the skin on the back of his hand taunt where she's pinched him. "What do you mean, 'isn't one hundred percent straight,' she's literally only ever dated you and Jonathan. When has she ever even looked at another girl like, well, the way I look at other girls."

"You! She looks at you that way, Robs! So she's only been with me and Byers. Yeah okay, and? I've only ever screwed about every girl on the cheerleading squad, swim team, soccer team, an-"

"Ew." Robin's hand comes up between them, palm directed at Steve's face before she flips it and her middle finger is the only finger left standing. Steve chuckles as he hooks his middle finger to hers and brings it down onto the center console, finger squeezing tightly as she squirms to try to release his hold.

" And. You know about the whole… guy thing. Just because I've only been with girls, it doesn't mean anything." Steve moves his head to stay in her line of sight because Robin is shaking hers and he needs her to hear this. To get it. He snaps a finger with the hand that doesn't have hers in a vise grip. They lock eyes and there's doubt in her eyes but also….

He shudders a breath before continuing. "I know I'm not all that great at math, alright, but I can put two and two together and so can you. So, just because I've only been with chicks, and just because Nancy has only been with guys..." Steve doesn't finish it, doesn't outright say it but what he does say is just above a whisper.

Because yes, of course she knows about the guy thing and can also put two and two together, can even put four and four together. But they haven't spoken about it since the gummies induced Russian spy hallucination. 

They talk openly about Robin being a lesbian, albeit only amongst themselves and in hushed whispers when in public, but they don't talk about the guy thing. They don’t talk about Steve Harrington, the crowned “King” for his hot streak the summer just before sophomore year where it started with Haley Anderson and went down the alphabet until he got to Sierra Zelman.

They don’t talk about Steve who is actually bisexual and still has a whole other side of the field to discover and conquer. Which, by the way, is hard to do in bumfuck Hawkins so thanks for noticing Robin and Steve’s struggles.

She finally stops fighting his grasp and instead holds on even tighter, their fingers going numb between them. Robin has only ever teased about the guy thing every once in a while because getting to bully your best friend is a biblical, predetermined, absolute right. But they haven't talked about it. Steve is bringing it up, is using it to feed into the fantasy, into the hope that Nancy could possibly-

"I'm so sorry, guys, I didn't mean to take so long but right when I was about to step out my mom– are you two okay?"

The sound of the door opening and Nancy's suddenly loud voice in the quiet car makes Steve and Robin jump, hard. Steve can only mutter a silent jesus while Robin's free hand goes up to her shoulder because she genuinely thinks she might have just pulled something.

Steve and Robin lock eyes for one final moment before bursting out in a fit of giggles, their middle fingers still attached between them as Robin folds over the center console towards Steve whose hand covers his eyes while he tilts his head back against his headrest.

Robin gasps before she uncurls herself, finally freeing her finger as she leans back against her door. "Peachy, we're keen and peachy." She looks between the other two from her position. She's smiling shyly when she looks back at Nancy before resettling into her seat and adjusting the seat belt around herself, head down.

Steve watches Robin unfurl the poster, smirking to himself as she pulls in the corner of her bottom lip before setting it on the floor against her leg next to her trumpet case. She turns back again. "Ready for a spooky movie night with friends?"

Nancy looks right back, lips a playful smirk as she drops her head, hiding her eyes behind her bangs before glancing back up and looking through her lashes. "Yeah, spooky movie night with friends."

Steve is careful to not break the moment as he slowly clicks his seatbeat back on and focuses his attention into putting the car in drive, fingers tapping along to Angel  against the steering wheel as he starts the drive into town.

Eventually Steve flicks the turn signal as he finds a spot in front of Family Video and sets the car in park. "Say hello to Keith for me," Steve sighs, settling into the seat after putting the car in park and shutting off the ignition.

"Wha- you're not coming in?" Robin's hand is on the door handle, head snapping towards him. 

Nancy has already slipped out from the back and is knocking on Robin’s window. Robin pulls the handle which unlocks the door and Nancy doesn't waste any time. She opens the door all the way and extends her hand out to Robin, palm up.

"Us ladies will stick together." She grabs Robin's slow reaching hand and gently tugs her out. 

Steve steps out, turning towards the other two after shutting the door,  his elbows resting on the hood. "I have to get some things for tonight so you two can handle the VHS. I'll be right back. It’ll be just two minutes, right Buckley?"

Robin's eyes are daggers. If looks could kill. He has to fight the smile that wants to worm its way onto his face so he bites the inside of cheek.

Robin has always been awkward and when there’s a girl she likes she has trouble shutting up (her words, okay). She hears the voice in her head that tells her to shut it but her mouth continues to run until she has to stop because she didn’t take a breath.

But, you see, it didn’t really matter all that much if she embarrassed herself or made things excruciatingly awkward because she really can’t tell. What are social cues and why do they matter when you’re in front of a cute girl and you know it won’t lead to anything?

Talking to Nancy and being alone with her was possible before because it was just an unreciprocated crush. Who gives a shit if Robin got a little awkward, she can pine from the safety of her queer walls. She’s used to always falling for the straight girl who will only ever look at her as a friend, if at all, or as that girl who talked a little too much in band. But now that Steve’s put the notion that Nancy could actually reciprocate those feelings out into the world, she’s a panicked mess.

Steve watches them, has to pull his lips into a straight line to keep from laughing when Robin almost trips on the curb. Nancy puts her hand low on Robin’s back so she doesn’t lose her balance completely. Nancy waits for Robin to settle before letting her hand fall. She says something that Steve can’t hear and then takes Robin’s hand loosely in hers, pulling her towards Family Video.

They step into the store still hand and hand with just the tips of their fingers clutching at each other as Nancy leads with Robin in tow. Steve turns once the door shuts behind them and starts to walk further down and across the street to Melvald's General Store. He keeps his eyes to the sidewalk while whistling the tune of Old Time Rock and Roll  to himself.

The ding of the door rings over his head and he makes his way to the section where he knows the red solo cups and napkins will be waiting for him. He grabs a pack of each before he wanders into the next aisle to see what snacks they have on the shelves.

After grabbing a bag of salt and vinegar chips for Robin, a packet of Skittles for Argyle, Twizzlers for Jonathan, and pretzels for Nancy, he realizes two things. First one being that he probably should have gotten a shopping basket. Second being that he has no idea what Eddie would like. He stands in the aisle thinking it over for too long before settling on a safe bag of plain salted chips. 

He’s trying to remember if he has salt and limes back home. He really doesn’t want to have to swing by Bradley's Big Buy, is lost in the thought when he rounds the corner of the aisle and stumbles into someone. He drops a few items and his mouth hangs open as they settle around him. He looks up and is about to apologize for not paying attention when a hand adorned with rings comes up to his chin, shutting his mouth.

“Harrington, we really need to stop running into each other like this,” Eddie tsks, his hair flowing with the movement as he shakes his head, eyes on all the things on the floor.

He’s in the usual black attire, pin adorned battle vest and all, except this time the holes on his jeans are considerably more prominent, hanging rather low on his hips. His shirt is jaggedly cut just below his belly button, exposing more of his skin.

Steve can see that he has a tattoo on his knee and another that peeks out on his left hip. He's trying to get a clearer look of what it could be when Eddie squats down, obscuring the view.

Eddie has an empty basket on his arm that he starts to place the dropped items into before standing again. He extends the basket and Steve dumps the rest of his haul in, body on autopilot. His lips part because he wants to say something but can’t find words, is always struggling to find them when Eddie is right in front of him. 

It doesn’t matter because Eddie continues on.  “Don’t think you have enough here, by the way. Definitely need to add some Nerds and a few packets of Pop Rocks.”

Steve chuckles at that, words finally coming to him. “Ya know, I was just over in that aisle trying to figure out what to get for you. I grabbed something for everyone and couldn’t figure out if you were more of a candy or chocolates kinda guy. Or if you would have wanted something savory. I will not admit to how long I stood over there agonizing over it.”

Eddie’s mouth pops open, hand going up to his face to grab at a free strand of hair to twirl around his finger. “You mean to tell me that Steve Harrington was agonizing  over what to get me? Oh, Stevie, you really didn’t have to.” Eddie bats his eye lashes, doe-eyes dramatically wide before a snort escapes him, using the hand that was in his hair to shove at Steve’s shoulder. “No, like, actually you really didn’t have to.

“I just dropped Max off at the Byers place. She’s having a ‘girls night’ with El and Joyce since Hopper’s working overnight. Just dropped her off and was planning to swing by to get these when I noticed your car. Checked Family Video and Buckley said you were over here. ” He shrugs as he holds his arm out, revealing the sweets he had in hand.

Steve is still reeling at Stevie, mind stuttering momentarily and his stomach in knots.

Ants ants ants .

All he can do is reach out to grab at the items in Eddie’s hand. Eddie pulls his arm back a little, eyebrows pulling together and about to say something but Steve shakes his own head. He reaches out to grab the handle of the basket, moving his other hand over Eddie’s wrist before capturing it entirely until his thumb and middle finger meet.

“Let me buy the candy I was agonizing to pick out for you, please.” Steve’s grip tightens slightly as he pulls Eddie’s hand over the basket that he also tries to tug out of his grasp. He stares at the rings on Eddie’s fingers expectantly waiting for the items to drop.

“That’s really not neces-”

When they remain in his grasp Steve looks up and quirks his eyebrow, squeezing just a bit tighter. “Munson, would you please.”

Eddie doesn’t let go. He narrows his eyes at Steve as he tries to rotate his wrist out of his grasp to no avail. Steve only tightens his grasp before stepping closer, the basket the only thing between them.

“Munson.” Steve’s voice is low as he leans forward, moving the basket so that he can take another step closer. “Let me buy the damn convenience store candy.” Eddie tries to pull away again, the smirk on his lips exposing a dimple as he shuffles back a bit but it doesn’t matter because Steve just moves with him.

Steve mirrors the smirk. He takes another step, grip somehow going even tighter. “Let. Go.”

A scoff escapes Eddie, blush spreading across his face as his hands finally let go. “Fine, whatever,” he mutters. When he lets go a satisfied smile spreads across Steve’s face. Eddie rolls his eyes at him, sticking his tongue out and– was that a tongue ring?

Before Steve can register it, Eddie spins on the spot, mutters something else that Steve can't hear as he makes his way over to the registers.

Steve shakes himself before calling after him. "Sorry, what was that, Eds, I didn’t catch it?" He trails behind him, placing the basket in front of Donald who's at the register.

Eddie turns to Steve the moment the nickname comes out. He cocks an eyebrow.  Oh, so we’re doing this?

Steve leans against the counter, feigning confusion with raised eyebrows and wide eyes. Eddie can only shake his head at him before rolling his eyes again.

"It's nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about, Stevie. Besides, I've got what we really need for tonight in my van, so you and the others can have at it with your movie snacks." Eddie waggles his eyebrows, arms crossing over his chest. The movement makes Eddie's shirt hitch higher, revealing yet another tattoo that seems to be coming down from the center of his chest, the point of something reaching towards his naval.

Steve has to squeeze his eyes shut and turn his full body to face the register to keep from staring. He digs his wallet out of his pocket when Donald gives him the total. Eddie grabs one of the paper bags and hands the other to Steve before motioning for him to go ahead towards the exit.

Just as he nears the door, Steve turns to look back at him, backing into the door to open it before propping it open with his foot for Eddie to step through. “What does Eddie Munson have in his van that would make tonight better? Ya know, other than his company.” Steve leans into Eddie as he passes by him, bumping his shoulder with his own.

Eddie doesn’t answer right away, only winks at Steve as they make their way back to their cars by Family Video. Steve squints against the sun but can see Robin and Nancy by his beemer, waiting. “Just follow me to mine, yeah? I'll drive slow.”

Eddie only hums in acknowledgement.

They continue to walk like that, almost shoulder to shoulder as they get close to Eddie’s van which is a few store fronts away from the girls.

Eddie hums to Steve again as he pulls a cigarette that was apparently hidden in all his hair from behind his ear, slipping a lighter out from his front pocket to light it. Smoke billows out as Eddie tips his head towards Steve.

He clears his throat and leans against the front of his van, arm out to give Steve his things. “I’ve got something that will hopefully not  induce a total mood killing Russian spy hallucination. What do ya think?” He takes a long drag before blowing the smoke out of the corner of his mouth, walking around Steve to get into his van.

Steve’s eyebrows shoot up, clicking his teeth as he continues to make his way towards the other two. He calls over his shoulder, voice somber. “Munson, I don’t know how to tell ya this but you might have some competition for having this po-dunk town's best stash.”

Eddie barely has the door to his van open, turning at that. He lifts his chin, back going straight as his eyes narrow at Steve’s retreating body, cigarette hanging low between his lips. He pulls from it again before pointing an accusing finger in Steve’s direction. “What kind of comp- is that a challenge, Harrington?”

Steve spins, walking backwards to call back. “Oh, Munson, I really really need to introduce you to Jonathan’s friend, Argyle. You like pineapple on pizza, right?” Steve doesn’t wait for a reply, only salutes to Eddie the way he’s done to him so many times before– with two fingers before turning again and heading towards the Family Video store front, a smile wide across his face.

“Sorry for keepin’ you guys– what?” Steve stops short because Nancy and Robin both have their heads cocked to the side and are just… watching him. Well, Robin is watching him, Nancy has her eyes set on something past Steve’s shoulder. 

Nancy only laughs quietly to herself. “You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington. That’s all I’ve got to say.” She gives him a shy smile, reaching a hand out to squeeze his forearm before turning and getting into the back seat.

Steve looks between Nancy and Robin and is absolutely lost. “What?”

Robin takes the bags from Steve, eyes boring into his. There’s that look   in her eyes again but Steve doesn’t bother to ask what it is, what it all means because he knows he won’t get any clear answer. She just shakes her head at him, voice adoringly annoyed.

“Nothing, you absolute dillweed. Let’s go watch a scary movie.”

part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8

#steddie fic #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie au #mentions of ronance #stranger things au #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #fruity four #fic continuation #extended hours #my*stuff

[top-tier-tickles]

Dark Deception Tickle AU

Finally chapter 6! I hope you all enjoy!

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Chapter 6: Part 1

"We're halfway there, love. Don't disappoint me now." Bierce's tone was different this time. It was like she couldn't believe he had made it this far.

The sixth portal was open, the lock replaced with an image of someone that looked like they had a square head? With a plus sign on the front. Doug stepped through, walking up to a barred gate in the middle of the path.

"We need to get that soul shard to get the gate open. Naturally, it's behind those bars." Bierce said, "Well, if we can't get to the shard, we'll make it come to us. Go to the ring altar."

Doug activated the altar, opening up his tablet. "I just need to make a few changes to your brain. Don't worry, if you starting feeling dizzy, or you start to smell colors, just take a deep breath. If it doesn't stop, then quit whining and get used to it! I'm movie star, not a brain surgeon!" She scolded.

Doug rolled his eyes, the new power icon was a magnet, "Telekinesis". He had gotten used to the tingling sensation by now, it only made him shiver. Maybe that means he won't get it as bad if he got caught.

He returned to the gate, activating the ability, a wave of energy blasted some way out before retreating back to Doug, taking the ring piece with it.

That will certainly come in handy.

The gate was gone, opening up the rest of the way. Doug entered the second portal, and was transported to a small, walled-off parking lot.

The lot was full of ambulances, all parked in front of an entrance to a building that Doug guessed was a hospital, the hot-pink neon sign on top gave that away. Strange, in all the hospitals Doug had seen, none of them ever had a sign like that.

"A hospital? Well, everyone has to face their demons at some point. Maybe thus place could help you." Bierce said.

Great. Doug never liked hospitals.

The automatic doors opened, welcoming Doug's arrival, and he froze where he stood upon looking into the lobby.

'Oh. My. God.' He thought.

The lobby was dark, bright, neon LEDs being the only light. Loud music blasted through the room. Groups of chairs surrounded the area. A giant statue of a woman holding a heart was in the center. Two women stood on the platform, dancing in a rather- provocative manner.

Their outfits made them look like...nurses? Their tight-fitting dresses had a pink-and-red color scheme, the neck cut low, and pink fluff stitched onto it. But their heads were all covered with medical bags, adorned with a heart shape on the front, little red caps atop their heads.

What kind of place is this? It was much less of a hospital, and more like some seedy strip club.

Some nurses stood by the chairs, staring straight ahead. Said chairs were occupied by...Gold Watchers?! Oh, great!

Doug walked up to one of them, gently knocking on their head, as if he was knocking on a door, before flipping them off and walking away. He thought he heard some quiet laughter from behind him, but he couldn't tell if they were laughing at him, or their insulted ally.

Doug continued walking towards a desk at the end of the room, a sign read "Reception" above it. He could hear a nurse speaking to someone on the phone as he approached.

"Mmm-hmm. No problem. Bierce? Oh, I see. How troublesome. Yep, we can handle that!" Her voice was peppy, with a New York accent, "Absolutely! Leave it to us Reaper Nurses! You don't gotta worry about a thing!"

Doug stood at the desk, staying silent as she spoke. It seemed she noticed his presence, but he couldn't tell, as her face was covered.

"Wel, speak of the devil! Looks like he just walked in. Ohh, and he's a looker too! I'll get back to ya shortly, mkay? Buh-bye, now!" She leaned forward and hung up the phone.

Sitting back, she finally spoke to Doug, "Greetings and welcome to this place of healing and mercy! Mind if I take a closer look at you?" She asked.

She looked him up and down, Doug staying silent the whole time.

"Oh my, you poor thing. I see that life has not been kind to you. You still carry around so much of that pain. It must weigh terribly on you"

'You can say that again' Doug thought.

"And now you're serving the deal-breaker. How curious. Are you not aware that she only offers lies? Lord Malak can give you so much more, all you have to do is return what you have taken from him." The Reaper Nurse said, "But we'll get to that later. You did the right thing coming to see us."

Doug raised an eyebrow.

"You don't need to suffer anymore. We can heal your soul. We can offer you the beauty that you desire. All you have to do is be ready and willing to accept out mercy. Are you ready to become one of our new patients?" She suddenly giggled, "What am I saying? Of course you do! How silly of me!"

The nurse hopped off of her chair, gliding over to the edge of the counter, next to the entrance of a corridor.

"First things first, though. We need to check your vitals, the deal-breaker may have infected your body and mind, as well as your soul. After all, Lord Malak's infinite power was never meant for mere mortals. You've been using them quite recklessly. There may be dire consequences for your health. Please, follow me."

The Reaper Nurse turned, and began going through the hall, Doug following behind.

"I don't know what she's talking about. But she's got a bag on her head. That's a bit of a red flag, isn't it?" Bierce said.

The nurse practically floated through the hall, even turning back to face Doug, going backwards. Through another set of doors, the two of them passed through a hall with large windows, other nurses slowly dancing in front of hospital beds.

"See anything you like?" The nurse asked. No, no he didn't.

"That's disturbing. Though I do like their shoes." Bierce said. The comment made Doug glance a the nurse's shoes, or rather skates. Hot pink roller skates. Damn, that meant they were probably fast.

The nurse suddenly resumed her skating, leading him throught the doors before slowing to a stop.

"Right in here." She gestured to another door. Doug walking through, the Reaper Nurse following behind. There was a rather large scale in the middle of the room, other than that, it was completely empty. The nurse picked up a clipboard hanging from the wall, and rolled next to the scale.

"Let's check your weight first, shall we? Once you are ready to accept our mercy, please step up onto the scale." She clicked a pen, waiting patiently for Doug to comply.

"Are you sure you want to stand on it?" Bierce asked.

Doug eyed the scale, his suspicion growing. Why was he not dead yet? Were they toying with him? Or were they actually going to spare him if he didn't struggle? Against hus better judgement, he stepped up. And heard a click.

Doug quickly jumped off as a flame spit out from the ceiling. What the hell?! He stood there with his mouth agape, completely silent.

"What? Is something wrong? Oho, my apologies! Must be a malfunction. Don't worry, I'll put in a work order to get that fixed." She laughed.

"Though, at the very least I need to examine your torso. Please, hold still."

She slowly approached Doug, holding her hands out, and because of that, she gave him a clear view of her gloves.

Pink, fuzzy feather pads were stitched onto the palm and fingers of her glove.

Placing her hands right on the spot in between his armpits and the top set of his ribs, sliding her hands down his sides, seemingly looking for any abnormalities.

Doug flinched, trying to step back, only to press himself into the wall, cornered by the nurse.

"Sir, I have to ask ya to please hold still." She said, moving her hands to his stomach, squishing it. Doug slapped his hands over his mouth as his eyes widened.

"Is something wrong?"

Doug somehow found the strength to speak without cackling, "T-Tihihihihicklish!", was all he could muster though.

"Ohh! I see! You're ticklish. Well, we'll make sure to be extra careful with ya then!" The nurse rolled back and out the door, beckoning Doug to follow.

He did, only making it a few feet down the hall before she stopped again.

"Okay! Next up, we need to do some lab work." She opened the next door to a circular room, tiny little holes lined the walls, with a big red circle in the center. "I just need to take a small blood sample. You're not afraid of needles are ya?"

Doug didn't answer.

"Okay, great. Stat right there and don't move. Wait until on timer reaches zero. I'll be right outside the door~!" She left.

The timer began to beep down, 15 seconds.

"I don't know of its just me, I don't think you'd want to still be in this room when that timer reached zero. Find a way out of there!" Bierce commanded.

Doug immediately ran to the door, only to find it was locked from the outside. Furiously picking the lock as the timer ticked down its last seconds, the door burst open, freeing the lawyer.

As soon as the door shut behind him, hundreds of thin needles jutted out from the holes in the walls, thier points all stabbing into where Doug would have been.

"Didn't I say not to move?" The nurse asked, and annoyed tone in her voice, "So you are afraid of needles. Noted!"

She paused, putting her hands on her hips, "Let me remind you that we do not have time to play games with out patients. Please take this more seriously if you wish to be saved."

The Reaper Nurse started rolling away, Doug following behind. There further he was from that medical iron maiden, the better.

They passed through the hall more, stopping in front of another door.

"How about a chest x-ray? You scared of those too?" The nurse asked with a condescending tone in her voice. She lead Doug through the door, a large MRI machine sat in it.

"Let's try this again, stay right there, and this time don't move! It's your last chance...Wait until the timer reaches zero. Ill be right outside!"

She left, and immediately after, a speed barrier was set right in front of the door. Doug acted quickly, activating speed boost and busting down the barrier, he picked the lock fast and raced further down the hall.

"Hey! Get back here! I still have more tests to run!" The nurse sped towards him, and he picked the lock on the double door to his escape.

"Sir, this is unacceptable! We will not accept unruly patients!"

Doug broke through right in time, slamming the door straight into her covered face.

"Oh, what a shame. It seems you've been infected by that woman after all. You do not desire salvation! You're just another vile man after all, chaotic and infectious, like a virus! Very well, we know how to deal with viruses. If eradication is your desire, we shall grant it. It might be comforting to tell you that your death would be quick and painless, but that would be a lie. After all, we can get carried away while performing our duties! But one things for sure though....You'll never see it comin'!" Her body seemed to dissipate away as she finished talking.

"They can cloak? That's going to be troublesome..." Bierce said, "So Malak's minions aren't very fond of you. Shocking, I know..."

Doug continued down the hall, entering an elevator. The tablet said the next floor down was where the soul shards were, so that's where he would go. As soon as the elevator stopped, a voice came over the intercom.

"Ladies! The hospital is now on complete lockdown! It seems we have an unruly patient on the loose that must be dealt with! Lethal mercy is authorized!"

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END OF CHAPTER 6: PART 1

Chp. 1-1, Chp. 1-2, Chp. 2-1, Chp. 2-2, Chp. 2-3, Chp. 2-4, Chp. 3-1, Chp. 3-2, Chp. 3-3, Chp. 4-1, Chp. 4-2, Chp. 5-1, Chp. 5-2, Chp. 5-3, Chp. 6-1, Chp. 6-2, Chp.6-3,

#dark deception #dark deception au #dark deception tickle #dark deception tickle au #reaper nurse

[baekhvuns]

From :- 🥀

Yo✌️

Ok dude I'm finally done with exams *a deep sigh of relief*...idrc about the results 😃

Anyways , im currently in my rom-com phase like you would not believe i watched straight 3 movies a day , it's big for me cuz i don't even sometimes hv the courage to watch a youtube video. But hey , 27 dresses , Business proposal and Legally blonde are just some other breeds.

Also , i finished watching modern family and I feel like I have no motive in my life 🕴️. It was legit the best show ever , istg.

And why is it that during my exam month the whole kpop industry had to go feral? ATEEZ member's hair colour changed , blackpink had a comeback after an eternity planned on my exam month (oh how lovely) , Nmixx and twice had a comeback , itzy's Japanese comeback , xiumin decided to come back LIKE WHAT GIVE ME A BREAK-

I have been obsessed over hard to love. Trust me rosé deserves a whole ass solo discography, like puhhleaseeee YG . Her voice legit heals me *runs away to listen to the song for 501736th time*

Your views on "dice" 🎙️

Oh also I've been writing a ff , ofc it's based on hwa 🌝. I usually wrote lots of stories before the whole miss Rona thing as well. But like i used to write on papers which was very tiring so during online school, i got a laptop and it has been pretty much my life. I never really had much interest in ffs until I read yours , that is . Because u fit my style so well , we must be soulmates 😖. (Is it weird to say i simp for the way u write?) One of my friends also started to write one of these ffs on Wattpad related to BTS and i was like wait why not i try and write one as well? It is one of the ideas that has been in my mind forevuhh and i had to be the one to implement it as well.

Id love to share it once it's finished. I mean it's always nice to hear constructive criticism.

Hmmmmmm what elsee??

Oh right , i shuffled through some of your asks cuz i was tryna find something and i realised you probably hv to go to aus. CUZ BESTIE SAME imma continue studies there , I'll go next year after finishing off this semester HOPEFULLY WE CAN MEET!!!

Now let's talk about a certain man called Park Seonghwa ,

He's too hot for this planet , i had no idea my wish of seeing him platinum would be taken seriously by the universe cuz i was on the verge of dying when i heard the news. BUT CAN WE APPRECIATE RED HAIRED WOO PLEASE???

*suddenly wondering why they're changing hair colours*

Wait- is it a comeback??? BUT THEY JUST RELEASED GUERRILLA - maybe a Japanese comeback hmmmmmm

I read this the other day if ily wasn't a word yeosang would say "you're my little happiness" 😭 *don't touch me I'm hypersensitive*

Also , Winona is joongie's crush huh???? Make this a kdrama pls!

Ok I've run out of things , remember to tc of yourselves, you got this bestie and keep on slaying.

Buh-bye 👋

hi!!

Ok dude I'm finally done with exams *a deep sigh of relief*...idrc about the results 😃 ///// Anyways , im currently in my rom-com phase like you would not believe i watched straight 3 movies a day , it's big for me cuz i don't even sometimes hv the courage to watch a youtube video. But hey , 27 dresses , Business proposal and Legally blonde are just some other breeds.

hope u did well!!! OH MY GOD AS U SHOULD PLS WATCH HOW TO LOE A GUY IN 10 DAYS AS WELL AS THE PROPOSAL, SHE'S THE MAN !!! ULT ROMCOM CLASSICS

Also , i finished watching modern family and I feel like I have no motive in my life 🕴️. It was legit the best show ever , istg.

omg that show goes on for forever

And why is it that during my exam month the whole kpop industry had to go feral? ATEEZ member's hair colour changed , blackpink had a comeback after an eternity planned on my exam month (oh how lovely) , Nmixx and twice had a comeback , itzy's Japanese comeback , xiumin decided to come back LIKE WHAT GIVE ME A BREAK-

LMFAOOOO I ASK THE SAME QUESTIONS,, like u idols dont got exams??? midterms to do why u on stage dancing like ur rent due??? ok bu tlike the second half of the comebacks always be slapping

I have been obsessed over hard to love. Trust me rosé deserves a whole ass solo discography, like puhhleaseeee YG . Her voice legit heals me *runs away to listen to the song for 501736th time*

omg i agree, its so nostalgic 2000's taylor type vibes and her voice >>> but yeah yeah yeah is absoulty amazing !!! need rose to drop her album with all the collabs i think u will like this 

Your views on "dice" 🎙️

none, absolutely nothing nice to say <3

Oh also I've been writing a ff , ofc it's based on hwa 🌝. I usually wrote lots of stories before the whole miss Rona thing as well. But like i used to write on papers which was very tiring so during online school, i got a laptop and it has been pretty much my life. I never really had much interest in ffs until I read yours , that is . Because u fit my style so well , we must be soulmates 😖. (Is it weird to say i simp for the way u write?) One of my friends also started to write one of these ffs on Wattpad related to BTS and i was like wait why not i try and write one as well? It is one of the ideas that has been in my mind forevuhh and i had to be the one to implement it as well.

OH?>? HWA FIC??? AYOO,, simp for my writing??i wish u saw my draft for yunho you'd wanna unFOLLOW DELETE BLOCK !!!! but tysm for saying that 😭😭😭😭 just hoping the new one doesn't disappoint <3 AAA U SHOULD DEF WRITE FICS SOMETIMES ITS A THERAPY OF SORTS! i hope we get to see some one day!

Id love to share it once it's finished. I mean it's always nice to hear constructive criticism.

ofc omg pls share new fics always

Oh right , i shuffled through some of your asks cuz i was tryna find something and i realised you probably hv to go to aus. CUZ BESTIE SAME imma continue studies there , I'll go next year after finishing off this semester HOPEFULLY WE CAN MEET!!!

aOH NO WAY UR STUDYING THERE??? as a biased canadian i think u should come here <3 AAA, HOPEFULLY WE DO!!!

Now let's talk about a certain man called Park Seonghwa ,

nO

He's too hot for this planet , i had no idea my wish of seeing him platinum would be taken seriously by the universe cuz i was on the verge of dying when i heard the news. BUT CAN WE APPRECIATE RED HAIRED WOO PLEASE???

i agree everything u said here, infact i ghost wrote this YES RED HAIRED MR WOOYOUNG HES A DIFF BREED ATM AND ID LIKE TO ADOPT

*suddenly wondering why they're changing hair colours* Wait- is it a comeback??? BUT THEY JUST RELEASED GUERRILLA - maybe a Japanese comeback hmmmmmm

apparently?? hongjoong said there is one??? but maybe just for concerts but they are being sus

I read this the other day if ily wasn't a word yeosang would say "you're my little happiness" 😭 *don't touch me I'm hypersensitive* ///// Also , Winona is joongie's crush huh???? Make this a kdrama pls!

90'S FASHION DESIGNER KIM HONGJOONH AU WHENN WHEN WHEN

Ok I've run out of things , remember to tc of yourselves, you got this bestie and keep on slaying.

you tooo!!!!! keep slaying miss slay <3

#✉️ : ask #[ rosesapphiremysticalrose ]

[rebeccccccaaa]

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ɴᴇʀᴅ ⓟⓐⓡⓣ ②

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ғʀᴀᴛʙᴏʏ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x sʜʏ-ɪsʜ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀᴜ (ɪɴᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ɪ ɢᴜᴇss)

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: (two part series!) You’re starting to struggle in class and decide to ask your professor for some tutoring or extra classes to boost your  grade. He ends up assigning the last person you’d expect to tutor you. (is it really a surprise though?)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: cw: talking about a car accident and infertility

smut 18+  (praise kink, dirty talk, oral fem receiving, hair pulling, marking, choking, slight spanking if you squint, slight bondage), major aftercare, fluff? This is pretty filthy lmao. 

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 𝟺.𝟹 ᴋ (ɪ ᴀᴍ sᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏ sᴏʀʀʏ ᴛʜɪs ɪs sᴏᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ!)

ᴀ/ɴ: Thank you so much for all the love in the last part! I was truly expecting maybe about 20 likes but so far its gotten over 100! Thank you for being so nice to me on my first ever post and hope you enjoy part 2!

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For the next two or so weeks you avoid Bucky like the bubonic plague. You didn’t exactly hate the fact that he kissed, but he was your tutor. Isn’t that inappropriate? Let alone him being a part of a frat house. It wouldn’t be a good mix.

One good thing though is that your overall grade in class has gone up since your tutor sessions with Bucky so at least it wasn’t for nothing. He’s tried to talk to you in class a couple times when you didn't go to him but ended up giving up when you began showing up right when class started or going out of your way to even go near him. 

Again, you didn’t hate him; hell you weren’t mad anymore, but you still avoided at all costs. It’s totally not because you're scared you’ll actually fall for him. How could someone like Bucky even look your way? Maybe he just wanted to get into your pants like all the boys in the house.

You didn’t tell Natasha that Bucky kissed but she could definitely tell that something was up. You were usually at Bucky’s frat house on weekdays but you’ve been canceling sessions every night since the incident. 

One night you were studying alone in your apartment and Natasha was pacing around on her phone. She was dressed to go to a frat party tonight but it seems maybe her ride isn’t available. You wonder why she can’t herself when she has a car.

“Hey Y/n,” Nat crept up to you.

“Yes,” you drew out.

“Would maybe, possibly, perhaps, might be able to be my DD?” she asked.

“Your what?”

“My designated driver. Wanda has a family emergency; her and her brother flew out like an hour ago and I haven’t been able to find anyone to pick me up.”

“I can drop you off and pick you up,” you offered. You’d rather stay up late in case she wants to come home than stay at the party all night, especially if she finds another bed to stay in till morning. 

“I mean you could do that but would it be more fun to actually party for once. Come on babe you’re too uptight, you need to have fun especially with how hard you’re working in school right now.”

“Nat, you know that’s not my scene.”

“Just stay with me. Or Bucky I’m sure he wouldn’t mind hanging with you tonight,” she suggestively, bringing confusion to your face.

“Huh?”

“Oh nothing Just come with me please? If it gets too much text me and I’ll let you know if I need a ride back home.”

“Actually?” you asked.

“Pinky promise.”

“Ok give me like 5 mins.”

You ran to your  room and picked out an outfit you felt sexy but comfortable in; I mean if you were going to inevitably run into Bucky at this party might as well look presentable right? When you came out ready, Nat whistled, hyping you up and felt your face heat up a bit. 

“Stop, let’s just go,” you averted.

You arrived at the house music booming from down the street. People outside drinking from red solo cups, cars already picking up drunks and dropping people off to get said drunk. You hastily parked the car and Nat grabbed your hand and pulled you close as you guys walked to the party. You weren’t going to lie, you were really nervous.

You heard stories about these parties but you were trying to convince yourself that they may be exaggerated somewhat but still didn’t do much for your nerves. When you walked you eyes almost immediately locked with Bucky’s. To say he was shocked to see you at a frat party was for sure an understatement.

Bucky began to move through the crowd to meet up with you but when he got to the entrance it was like you disappeared. Disappointed, he returned to the mini bar where the drinks were all held, where Steve served the drinks. Asked for a beer.

“How’s it going, man?” Steve asked.

“She’s here.”

“Nat? I really think there's something between us. I’m thinking about asking her on a proper date you know?”

“Really? That’s awesome, but I’m talking ‘bout Y/n,” Bucky clarified.

“What? I thought she hated parties.” 

“I did too.”

As if on queue, you tapped Bucky on the shoulder.

“Hi.”

“Hey, what on earth are you doing here?”

“Nat needed a designated driver and Wanda and her brother are out of town.”

“Yeah Pietro lives here in the house, Steve drove him and Wanda to the airport a couple hours ago.”

You nodded your head and things got awkward again, but then again what’s new with that.

“Do you want anything to drink?”

“I can’t drink.”

“Oh right. Do we have soda?”

“We coke for the rum but you can take a can.”

“Thanks Steve,” you took a can of coke from him. 

You and Bucky and Steve all held wholesome conversation for a little  bit then Nat came and whisked him away. Bucky was put on bar duty from then on and you decided to keep him company until Nat was ready to go home. But so far from the way Steve and her were dancing together you didn’t think Nat was gonna wanna go home.

You asked Bucky how long Steve and Nat have had their little thing and apparently it’s been going on for awhile. You had sneaking suspicion that they were together in some way but since Nat never brought it up you didn’t want to bug her. It was pretty easy to figure out though considering she didn’t come home some nights.

They’re good together though and you hope they make it official soon.

Talking to Bucky, you felt a hand brush against but when you looked no one was there. You figured it was just getting crowded. After a couple of hours you decided to text Nat to see where she was. When she didn’t respond, you took it upon yourself to call her.

“Nat where did you go?”

“I'm in the car,” she slurred.

“What! You can’t be driving! How did you even get the keys?” you yelled.

“I snatched them from you when you and Bucky were flirting with each other. Steve couldn’t  find his keys so I took yours,” she shouted into the phone.

“When did you- whatever, is he sober?” you asked.

“Yeah and I am not even that dru-,” she hiccuped. 

“Nat…” you warned. 

“Steve is my boyfriend and we’re clean. I’ll be safe; it’s not like I can have kids anyway.”

“Nat.” When you moved in together at the beginning of the year, you noticed one time her grabbing her lower stomach in discomfort and offered her any products for her period. She told you she doesn’t get one and being the dumbass you are you asked why. She told you when she was a teenager she got into a car accident that caused extreme internal bleeding causing Nat to become infertle. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that,” you apologized.

“It’s ok babe. If anything you be safe.”

“She can’t see you, babygirl,” you heard Steve say and laughed out loud.

“Oh! I’m winking!” she shouted.

“Oh my god. Whatever,” you rolled your eyes.

“Anyways buh-bye, girly!” she hung up the phone.

“What happened?” Bucky came up behind you. You looked over at the bar and saw Bruce bar-keeping.

“Nat took the fucking car with Steve.”

“Why didn’t he use my car?”

“She said he couldn’t find the keys and I guess it was easier to just steal from me when I wasn’t looking.”

“Wow, ok. Stealth much?”

“Right? She’s like a Russian spy,” you laughed.

“Well, you probably need a ride then,” Bucky brought up.

“I don’t know if I wanna go home knowing Steve is probably gonna be railing her into the next dimension.”

“Yeah, you can spend the night here. I can sleep on the floor.”

“Really?” 

“Yeah it’s not a problem. We probably have an air mattress hiding somewhere.”

“Thanks Buck. well since I’m not going anywhere I guess I could have a drink now.”

“What’ll it be?”

You drank a couple beers feeling the alcohol beginning to flow effortlessly through your veins. The music was still booming through the house and you found yourself getting lost to the rhythm. You made your way to where everyone was also dancing and let the music guide your body sensually. 

You didn’t notice it yet but Bucky was staring completely in love with the way you were moving. He’d never seen you in this kind of environment and definitely not in the clothing you were wearing. You looked truly sexy even more so dancing the way you were dancing; like you had control over everything in the world.

You soon felt a pair of hands circle around to your waist instantly knowing who they belong to. Bucky moved his hips snug against your backside perfectly fitting with you. You let your head lean back feeling Bucky breathe against your neck.  

“You driving me crazy, doll,” Bucky whispered against your ear.

You shivered at his words. 

“Please, let me show you how fucking stunning you are,” he moved his hands towards the front of your hips.

“What?” you turned around. You hadn’t expected Bucky to want to do anything with you.

“I can make you feel so good. You deserve it.”

“Bucky-”

“Do you want me to make you feel good?”

“I do,” you whined as he rubbed his hands against your lower back, pulling you so close.

He kissed you too softly, barely touching your lips, as he grabbed your hands and led to his room upstairs.  

When you reached his room, the back of his knees hit the bed and he sat while your knees went to either side of his thighs. God his thighs. His hands went up your shirt grazing your bare skin with his fingertips as you continued to makeout sloppily. 

“Can I take this off?” he asked, tugging your shirt.

“Please, yes please.”

Your arms went over your head and Bucky slowly kissed the exposed skin as your shirt inched higher and higher up until he tossed it to the side. The straps of your bra left off shoulders and Bucky continued to kiss any exposed skin on your body. Your hands ran through his hair and you tugged his strands earning a moan in return.

You tugged at his shirt as well and he complied quickly getting rid of his shirt and throwing it to the side. Bucky hands ran over your bottom and you jumped off him nearly ripping your bottoms off your body. You heard bucky chuckled as he too took the opportunity to take his pants off leaving him in boxers and nothing else.

“I want to taste you baby girl,” Bucky bit at your ear.

Your body tensed a bit because although you were not a virgin, you were not that experienced, especially compared to Bucky. 

“Is that ok? I’m sorry, we don’t have to do anything. I don’t want you to regret anything, princess. We can stop.”

“No! I don’t want to stop. No one’s just ever wanted to do that, you know,” you whispered feeling a bit overwhelmed.

“Oh baby, what kinda shit boys were you with? Let me show how good a woman is supposed to feel, got it?”

You swallowed hard, but nodded of course. 

Bucky picked you up and gently laid you down onto the bed. His hands rubbed your thighs softly and he kissed your stomach ever so softly. He was trying his very hardest to make sure you were comfortable and relaxed as much as possible. Bucky traced the lining of your underwear and looked to you once again to make sure everything was ok by you. You nodded but that wasn’t enough for Bucky.

“Words, baby. I wanna hear you say it,” he whispered, lips against your inner thigh. 

“Bucky,” you whined.

“Come on, baby. Use your words like a big girl,” he snickered.

“Please, touch me, Bucky. I want you to use your mouth on me like you promised.”

“There ya go,” he said pulling your underwear down your legs.

He slowly opened your legs and kissed your inner thigh leaving a dark purple mark for him to see and him only. When he was satisfied with the marks he left on your inner thighs he licked a slow and wet line against your pussy. Your hips instantly bucked into his face and your hands flew to his hair.

You tugged at his hair again and released a grunt from Bucky, the vibrations from his mouth pleasuring you even more. Bucky brought his fingers to your hole and he continued circling his tongue around your clit making you moan and arch your back. 

He entered a finger into you and then another. You were already beginning to feel full from just his fingers alone, you couldn’t wait until he was able to fuck you balls deep. Your orgasm was approaching quicker than you anticipated, your toes curled and your back arched off the bed. Your heels dug into Bucky’s back but he simply continued to eat you out until you finally peaked.

“Bucky!” you shouted his name in pleasure.

“That’s it baby girl. You're my good girl, right?”

“Yes, I’m your good girl. Oh god, I’m cumming,” you moaned.

Bucky helped you ride out your first orgasm of the night completely enamored by your beauty. When you finally came down from you high you reached for Bucky pulling him into a heated kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue and moaned into his mouth. You pulled him closer and sat up moving him to sit his back against his headboard.

“I don’t know what I want to do more, return the favor or ride you until my legs shake.”

“You can return the favor another time. Let me see you ride my dick, doll,” Bucky growled. Another time?

You crawled onto Bucky’s lap after he discarded his boxers letting his dick spring up, the tip red from lack of attention. It shocked you if you were being honest, it was so… big. 

“Is that gonna fit?” you asked genuinely.

“Yeah, it will; but if it hurts too much you tell me to stop ok?” you nodded.

Bucky reached behind your back and unclasped your bra only to toss it to wherever the rest of your clothes were. His hands caressing your breasts; thumbs rubbing over your sensitive nipples, sending chills throughout your body. He kissed along your collarbone to your neck to your jaw before whispering in your ear.

“I have to grab a condom from the bathroom, baby girl. Sorry,” he began to move you.

“Why are you sorry?” you stopped him.

“I don’t wanna ruin the mood but safety is important before anything else.”

You weren’t gonna lie that actually kinda shocked you; and turned you on even more. You had completely forgotten about having a condom. You were on the pill but that doesn't mean you shouldn’t still use a condom. Bucky was back in no time and you took the condom from him wanting to put it on for him. Bucky moaned as you wrapped his dick and soon enough you were ready to go, arousal practically dripping down your inner thighs.

Bucky’s hand lid up to the back of your neck as you slid down his cock; both moaning at the feeling. You took a second to move but when you did things practically fell into pace. You quickly found a good rhythm for the both of you and soon enough you felt yourselves growing near climax.

Bucky’s hands gripped at your ass, grunting and moaning at the feeling of your walls gliding in and out of you. He smacked your ass leaving a slight red-ish mark for you to admire later. You pulled him closer, if that was even possible, burying your face in between Bucky’s neck and shoulder. 

“I can feel ya getting close, baby. Fucking squeezing me. Feels so good, princess.”

“I'm gonna come, I’m so close.”

“Don’t come until I say so. Hold it, I know you can. Be my good little girl and fucking hold it.”

You sucked and kissed and licked his neck leaving little marks not nearly as big as the ones he was leaving all over you. Soon enough you felt the coil building in the pit of your stomach snap and you moaned so loud into Bucky’s ear, he almost came from hearing your moans.

“Sorry I literally screamed in your ear.”

“I told you not to come until I say so.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t hold it anymore. You felt too good,” you whispered, barely audible.

“That doesn’t matter. I told you to hold it,” Bucky got off the bed and reached for his pants. You got so scared that he was going to leave; terrified. But instead he took his belt he was wearing and stalked back towards you. Oh how the butterflies in your stomach fluttered right now.

“Arms up baby girl. You don’t get to touch me now.”

You complied, your stomach fluttering immensely at the mere thought of what Bucky was going to  do with you now. When he finished looping the belt around the headboard of the bed his hands ran along your entire body kissing here and there until back up to you. 

“Too tight?” you shook your head.

“Perfect. Winter; say the word and I stop,” he kissed passionately, sliding back in you, pussy sensitive from orgasming twice tonight. 

Bucky didn’t take as much time as you did before starting to slam into you over and over again. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, toes curling in themselves, tears brimming your eyes. Bucky fingers dug into your waist surely leaving more marks for you in the morning. 

His hand came up to wrap around your neck and squeezed ever so slightly.

“Feel good? My little fucking slut, whining and wiggling under me,” Bucky said, more to himself than anything.

“Fuck-” you moaned. You wrists rubbing against the belt, trying to pull away so you could touch Bucky.

“What is it? You wanna touch me,” Bucky’s hand squeezed a bit more and you moaned even louder, legs wrapping around his waist pulling him closer that way.

“Oh good please Bucky, let me touch you!”

“Uh-uh, bad girls don’t get what they want. If you want to touch me you have to beg me like the good little whore you are,” Bucky growled.

“Fuck Bucky please, I’ll do anything for you just me let me touch you. Please, please, please!”

“Tell me your mine.”

“I’m yours, Buck. All fucking yours. No one else’s!”

“No one is ever gonna fuck as good as I do. Your mine.”

“Yes! I’m yours, oh god,” you moaned.

Bucky was extremely close to cumming and so were you so he undid the belt with one hand skillfully and your arms wrapped around his body pulling as close to you as humanly possible. Your hands ran through his hair and pulled hard as you both fell over the edge. Bucky settled between your legs for a minute kissing your breasts, your chest heaving trying to catch your breath. 

Bucky got up and discarded the condoms making sure there were no tears or rips considering how rough he’d been with you. He didn’t intend to be rough at first but his mind was so clouded with you he practically lost control; but you didn’t mind not one bit. 

Bucky came back with bottled water from a small refrigerator he kept in the corner of his room and held you back and head as you brought the water to your lips. After satisfying your dry and hoarse throat, Bucky picked you up and set down on his bathroom counter, the cold of the marble counter in extreme contrast to your hot skin. 

He cleaned you up and inspected your wrists making sure you weren’t hurt; although they were quite red and would probably hurt in the morning. Lastly, he grabbed a wipe and cleaned the remaining mess of makeup you had put on the night before speaking up again.

“Was I too rough? I didn’t mean to be,” Bucky caressing the sides of your waist. You shocked your head no; the face with a blissfully fucked out expression and a smile making Bucky chuckle. He rubbed your skin with lotion to ease any irritation anything may have caused and kissed the marks he made during sex. He admits that he really likes seeing you marked up by him knowing he’s the only one who gets to see them and make them. Makes him proud that he was able to fuck so good and you loved it too.

He picked you up and took you to bed; kissing you all over one last time before letting you fall asleep in his arms. The last thing you heard before you fell asleep was Bucky whispering about how good were to him, calling you his good little girl; rubbing your back ever so softly putting you to sleep.

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You woke the next morning arms and legs tangled with another. You turn your head to find Bucky Barnes’ face tucked into your neck soft breaths tickling your skin. You rubbed his arms and back, nails lightly scratching him causing him to stir a bit.

Bucky pressed soft kisses against your skin and rested his large warm hands on your ass and thighs. You felt the urge to use the restroom and haven’t going last night, you figured you should as soon as possible. Prying your mildly sweaty body from his was obviously unsuccessful with how much stronger he was compared to you. His legs moved further in between your thighs and he began kissing your chest making you giggle in return.

“Bucky, I have to use the restroom,” you grabbed his face.

“Oh, sorry,” he chuckled and released his hold on you, not without whining of course.

You ran into his bathroom and shut the door. When you turned around you gasped realizing how marked up you were. Dark purple spots littered all over your chest and neck. Your wrists were bright red from the belt he used last night; however they didn’t hurt, a bit sore but not painful. Your thighs were also decorated with love bites and hickeys from Bucky last night and you smiled to yourself.

After you used the bathroom you cleaned yourself as well as possible but admittedly needed a shower in the end. You opened the door only to find Bucky, grinning like a little boy. You folded your hands underneath your chin evidently hiding your body with your arms as much as you could. 

Bucky came up to you and placed his hands on your waist kissing the top of your head before turning you around to look at yourself in the bathroom mirror. His body was flush against your and you could feel his dick sitting against your ass and lower back. His face came up and rested on your shoulder then grabbed your hands to wrap them behind his head and yours. 

You played with his hair a bit feeling so confident and loved by the affection Bucky has been giving since you came into his room. His hands ran across your body everywhere they could reach before making eye contact with you in the mirror.

“Look at you, goddamn.”

“What?” you chuckled.

“Do you see what I’m seeing?”

You shook your head, feeling incredibly shy suddenly.

“Look how  fucking beautiful and gorgeous and perfect you are. Geez, I can’t even handle it.” 

You laughed out at how dramatic he was being.

“Goddamn, I could stare at your perfect body all fucking day,” he whispered, it wasn’t in a sensual tone however. It was almost like he was saying to himself, like he actually wanted to do as such.

“Please stay,” he asked you.

“Are you ok?” you sensed he was being incredibly serious, almost about to cry even.

His sad painted with sadness, eyes begging you to stay with him for the day. He wanted something with you.he wanted to be yours and hoped to God that you’d be his in return.

“Stay with me. Please?” you realized you didn’t think he was talking about staying for now, he meant stay with him, as a partner.

“What happened?” you caressed his face in your hands. He lifted you and placed you on the counter Like he did the night before, settling his hips in between your legs.

“They always leave,” he whispered.

“Who? ”

“I didn’t want to just sleep around with girls anymore so I started talking to them and taking them out but every time the night we had sex, they would always leave. I tried talking to them the next day but they always said they didn’t want anything out of it. So I stopped having sex altogether.” 

Your heart ached for him. You didn’t want to do that to him. Of course you thought about it, but that was clearly before you realized Bucky wanted to be with you.

“I won’t leave.”

“We can stay in my room all day. You don’t even have to get out of bed. I can grab a couple game consoles from downstairs and we play on the tv. We order breakfast. I’ll wash your clothes. We have a washing machine in the basement,” Bucky said excitedly, you smiled excited as well for your day with Bucky.

“Can we take a shower first?” you asked.

“Yes of course, let’s take a shower.”

“Let’s?” you wiggled your eyebrows.

“Of course. Maybe we can pop in a couple rounds while we’re at it,” Bucky winked.

“Bucky!”

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Jade. The fate of female character in Mortal Kombat

It’s been a while since I posted anything on my blog cause I’ve been busy with my life and rapid changes in it. During this time, I’ve watched the new 2021 Mortal Kombat movie as well as the new animation Battle of the realms and also rewatched the Story Mode of MK11 a few times. As you probably can tell, I have a lot to say.

JADE. MILEENA. KITANA. SONYA.

Skip this if you don’t want to read my very important (and long as sh*t) rant about female characters in MK.

DISCLAIMER. This thing is going to sound extremely feminist and women-supremacist or whatever. By saying things that I’m going to say, I by no means think that male characters should be weak or lacking. If anything, it would be nice to have some godforsaken EQUALITY. I’ll explain further later.

Part One: Mortal Kombat (2021)

There’s no Jade in this movie. 

The end. That should be the sole reason I dislike it.

However, it might be better this way since the Nitara and Mileena portrayals in this movie are... questionable to say the least. Okay, y’all been robbed. If MY JADE would be brought into this movie to BE THERE for like 4 minutes of screen time only to get absolutely brutal FATALITY I. would. be. pissed.

More than I already am and that means something.

Sure, there’s a possibility that she’s going to be present in some of the upcoming movies because this one is definitely not the only one they’re going to make. But do I want that? Yes. And no.

Mortal Kombat movies (and Mortal Kombat in general) have a problem with women portrayal in general. The target audience for them are MEN, potentially heterosexual men, who want nothing more than bloody gorey fighting scenes with occasional sex scene here and there. To achieve that, they need a female lead, an attractive, kinda kick-assish but not too much, to not overshadow the absolutely badass men characters. Girls tend to be “independent” (because God forbid they’d want to express interest in the male leads before the time is right), sarcastic, laid back and sometimes even bitchy. Because, you see, they are fighters. And they are Sonya Blade. They need NO MAN. They just need plot armor, bigger than America itself. And if they’re not Sonya Blade, they are... non existent. They are there, but they are never really there. Here, let me walk on screen for a couple seconds. Let me sit beside Very Important Male Character (aka Shang Tsung) for a couple of seconds, looking absolutely gorgeous. Let me have a fight scene in which I make choices so f*cking stupid there’s no potential explanation to it. I exist in this movie to make people that love me (this character) to come into theatres in hopes to see some good action and interesting plot.

Now, I wasn’t born yesterday, I know how the world works. It’S bEeN LiKe ThAt FoReVeR, gEt OvEr here iT. Yeah, it’s been like that forever and the result is a mediocre movie that pleases neither the casual viewer, nor the actual Mortal Kombat fan. I don’t know, there might be guys who just saw Kung Lao’s fatality on Nitara, thought to themselves “Neat” and went on with their lives. But I exited the cinema with a sour taste in my mouth, feeling like I’ve watched one of the “fighting genre” films based on video games that had nothing worth remembering. Well, besides Kano. He was my favourite part of this movie and I  normally can’t stand the guy :’D

Would it really help if they changed the way the women were portrayed? I mean - is that the ACTUAL problem of the movie? No, women being the eye candy and barely something else (if they’re not Sonya Blade) are not the only problem it suffers from. It’s that MK has been going the same route, retelling the same goddamn story for the millionth time. It’s always THE SAME. The only thing changing is who’s gonna get brutally killed. But - of course - out of the “disposable” character pool. It’s never Sonya (because you need our female lead or else there would be no female characters in the story), who ya know could be killed by Mileena but magically WASN’T. Because Mileena FOR SOME REASON was like: Ya know what? Naaah. Even though Sonya’s from Earthrealm and is actively trying to stop you. If anything, kill her because she annoys you. BUT NAH. It’s never Liu Kang because he’s the Chosen One. But killing Kung Lao is fine, he can die so Liu can awaken or smth. It’s not the main character because how else can you portray THE MAGIC OF LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP? Ya, that’s what I thought, don’t even think about it.

You have an amazing universe, filled to the brim with SO. MUCH. POTENTIAL. Let go of the same boring plot line and show us Kombat from another perspective. Change something. F*ck, go all feminist route and make a story center around Mileena dominating the world. Try with different versions of the same story, making it center around different character each time. 

SURE, YOU’LL PROBABLY LOSE SOME VIEWERS BUT TIMES ARE CHANGING, AND MOST OF US ARE TIRED TO PAY FOR THE SAME STORY OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

Part Two: Mortal Kombat Legends: Battle of the Realms

Jesus f*cking Christ.

To say this film was rushed is an understatement. While I was watching it, I was like: TF? Everything happens all at once, we have Kuai Liang-Scorpion story line, we have Outworld’s attack, the tournament, not to mention the final fight that should be whole another movie. I felt like no story line was properly laid out, some of the characters died before I got to even know them and the battles were... disappointing. I believe they needed to push this movie out so they squished in everything they had and just went with it. 

But, again, this movie just repeats the same things as its live action version. Let me lay it down for you:

Kung Lao dies (because yes)

Sonya Blade lives (because yes)

Jade is just there (more of it later)

disposable characters are disposed of

Liu Kang is badass and always wins

You watch it and feel like you’ve already seen it before. Sure, gore is fine, human Raiden is precious and need to be protected at all costs and adrenaline is pumping (I guess).

BUT NOW.

You know what’s coming.

JADE.

JADE.

My f*cking piece of sunshine, the gorgeous goddess of beauty and kombat, the woman who owns my heart.

She’s there for like not even a minute.

Words can’t describe how f*cking PISSED I am by this portrayal. These motherfrickers put her in EVERY SINGLE POSSIBLE SNIPPET OF THIS MOVIE. HER BATTLE WAS IN THE TRAILER, ONE OF THE SNEAK PEEKS WAS A SCENE OF HER AND KITANA.

TURNS OUT EVERYTHING I SAW BEFORE THE MOVIE WAS RELEASED... WAS EVERYTHING I WAS ABOUT TO SEE OF HER!!!!

THEY MADE ME HYPED UP FOR NOTHING!!!!!!

I know I’m not the only one riding this trolley. Li Mei was there just to be killed. Kung Lao had a f*cking single dialogue line and then BAM, fatality, buh-bye. But I was watching everything of this movie, being so enormously happy that I will finally see Jade in the movies, FINALLY! Only for her to be present in a single scene, get her ass kicked by Liu Kang (what’s new) and then she’s never seen again, even when the whole f*cking world is breaking apart.

Again. She’s just there. Ladies and gentlemen, one of the best Shao Kahn’s assassins, gets her ass kicked in fourty seconds. They NEVER let her speak ffs. She just spews some general villanous sh*t and proceeds to step on Johnny. Then, she just goes Observer mode as Kitana “betrays” Shao Kahn, gets tied to the column and then the world is ending. 

WHERE THE F*CK IS SHE?!

If you hype me up for her every chance you get, at least GIVE ME what you’re advertising. This is a scam. This is criminal offense. And homophobic. She is more than a revealing outfit and Liu Kang’s punching bag. I’m SO. F*CKING. TIRED. OF THIS. SH*T.

Kitana. The rebellious princess of Outworld... turned damsel in distress in this movie. Her role is so effing bad it hurts me to my core. You see her as a general being so badass and independent... oh right, we need Liu Kang to save her because he needs to maintain his hero look. And we need two kissing scenes. How do we get there? Oh, right, let him save her, because you know - that’s what makes wahmen kiss you. 

ARE YOU NUTS?!

The movie started just fine, with Kitana being in charge with her right hand, Jade. Then, obviously, they water her down and soon she is a princess in a tower (in this case, princess on a column) that needs her buffy sexy man to save her. Oh, and she can’t resist him - you know, every normal girl’s reaction to getting untied is to kiss a guy you’ve known for like a few hours but seen before and you’ve talked like three dialogue lines in total. Sure.

Kitana just gets the unfortunate role of a female main character. She’s Liu’s love interest and that makes her take the role of a strong (but surface level, only) woman who still needs her hero to free her. Classic damsel in distress story, with Kitana being the princess, Liu being the Prince charming and Shao Kahn as the dragon (lul). Of course, they try to cover this up by making Kitana a general, letting her win a few fights but it won’t matter in the end. Some say that women want to believe in fairy tales but the more I see fighting games’ lore, the more I say it’s the men who want to believe them. 

Is it necessarily bad? No. But it’s boring as fuk.

I would like to ask the directors to stop being so afraid of upsetting the target audience. Target audience can change and sometimes it comes out better than originally planned. My Little Pony was designed as a child’s cartoon but it was the creepy men who made it reach the top. Morally? Questionable at best. But business is booming, right? And that’s what they care for, right?

All I’m trying to say is these days women and gays are the future.

Thank you for today, more to come. I’m going to rant about the Story Mode.

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[pinkja]

Shy (Ellie Williams x Female Reader)

Request:

elliexreader fic where reader has had a crush on ellie for the longest time and is rlly shy around her but eventually they become friends and its just a lot of pining HEHE u can decide where this will go but 💔 i just want shy and in love with ellie reader maybe also a little envious of dina reader thank you mwah

Tw cursing

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Oh god, why did Ellie have to be so damn cute? Those green eyes practically put you in a trance every time you made eye contact. Her red hair looked so soft and god you wanted to run your hand through it. The scar on her eyebrow made her look like such a badass and oh! Her tattoo, her fucking tattoo made you swoon.

To say you had a crush on the girl was kind of an understatement. It started ever since she had came to Jackson and it showed no sign of going away any time soon. It wasn’t like the crush was any type of problem to you, except for when it came to looking at Ellie and talking to Ellie, hell even standing near her.

You don’t think that anyone thought you had a crush on Ellie, just chalking your behavior up to you being your usual shy self. And while you thought that was the case at first, at least you could actually talk to other people, but when it came to Ellie you could barely squeak out a hi, before your nerves took over. It had gotten to the point where you had just started to avoid her. And now that you’re thinking about it, you felt that you were being quite rude.

You groaned, rubbing at the sides of your head.

Oh no, did Ellie think you hated her?

“No! Get yourself together, (y/n)! You have patrol in,” you looked at your alarm clock, “thirty minutes. You can do this!”

Maybe this patrol would be good for you. You could get out of Jackson and smell some fresh, summer air, and you could get your mind off of El–

No! You won’t even think her name. You would not let she-who-shall-not-be-named distract you from doing your job!

“Ok! You gotta get up, brush your teeth, and get ready for patrol dumb dumb!” You coaxed yourself. You rolled out of bed, a bad idea since you ended up hitting your shoulder on the dresser, but it’s fine! It gave you another distraction so you wouldn’t think of she-who-shall-not-be-named.

With a huff and a complaint of your not-so-bruised shoulder, you got up off the floor and walked to the bathroom to get ready. Once you had brushed your teeth and changed out of your nightclothes, you grabbed your bag and rifle from the door and left to the gates.

“Sucks that I don’t have much time to eat.” You started as the gates appeared in view. “Hopefully I don’t end up dragging my partner down with me, whoever they are.” You kept forgetting to ask Maria who your new partner was, but hopefully they weren’t too awful. I mean it couldn’t be that bad as long as it wasn’t–

You stopped in your tracks. Eyes wide, mouth agape. That voice, holy shit that voice sounded so familiar. But it can’t be who you thought it was, right?

“Please don’t be her, please don’t be her. Please, please, please.” You slowly started walking again, almost dragging your feet to avoid confirming your suspicion. When you had gotten close enough to see whoever was at the gate, you let out a small curse. It was Ellie and oh my goodness she looked so pretty today and FUCK you are doing it again.

Ok maybe if you turned around right now you can escape. Maybe you can fake an injury. Would that make you a horrible person? Were you really ready to go so far as hitting yourself in the knee to get out of seeing El–, I mean she-who-shall-not-be-named?

Oh god what were you thinking? You can’t just leave her alone. Who knows what she’ll run into out there and you’d feel so awful if she got hurt.

Ellie stood there looking relaxed for once. She was in a tank top and jeans and oh god was she laughing. It sounded so beautiful to you. She was leaning against the gate and her backpack was swinging in her hand. Next to her was Dina, who had her head cocked to the side, telling something to Ellie while making wild hand gestures.

You got along with Dina well. You thought she was pretty and she pushed you a lot to get out of your bubble. You don’t know why, but seeing her talk to your crush and make her laugh was…what was this feeling? Were you…jealous?

No, couldn’t be. All you wanted was to make Ellie smile like Dina did. And laugh like Dina did and you wished you could talk to her like Dina did.

Ok yeah, you may be jealous.

As you walked a bit closer, you could pick up on a bit of their conversation.

“Are you ever going to tell me who my new partner is? I’m kinda getting impatient.” Ellie started, looking up at the sky.

“Hmm. Nope.” Dina said cheekily.

“Then can you at least tell me why you requested a partner change? It was kind of sudden.”

Dina turned towards your direction and her eyes widened.

“Oh god, does she see me? Please don’t tell me she sees me!” You whispered to yourself.

“(Y/n), hi!” Oh fuck.

You waved shyly and held your head down a bit. When you finally got to them you gave Dina a hug and waved at she-who-still-shall-not-be-named.

“Hi, Dina. H-Hi, El…Ellie.” Fuck, you couldn’t even say her name right. “Are you guys going on patrol?” God dammit that was a stupid question. You heard that Ellie was getting a new partner so why in the hell would you ask that?

Well, maybe there was a chance that Ellie’s partner just didn’t come yet.

“Actually…” Dina moved behind you and placed her hands on your shoulders. “You and Ellie are going to be partners for today.” Wait what?

“D-Dina, huh?” You started to panic.

“Yeah, you see. I’ve actually comes down with something.” She started to fake cough as she pushed you towards Ellie. “And besides, it’ll help with your little problem.” She whispered in your ear. Your face turned red as a result. Dina stopped pushing you and quickly sped away. “Buh-bye you two! Have fun!”

Please don’t leave me here, Dina.

“What happened to your cold?” Ellie yelled back at her. Dina started to fake cough again. Once she was out of sight, you two stood in silence. Ellie tapped you on your shoulder. You jumped up with a squeak. You turned to her, your body stiff and face red hot. “Should we go?” Ellie offered, slinging her bag over her shoulder. Her hair was down and it was flowing in the wind. You could do nothing but nod as the gate opened. You kept silent as you started to walk foward. You walked a ways ahead before Ellis spoke again. “I think all we have to do is check for Infected and grab some supplies. Sound good?” You could only hum and nod.

Goddamit were you being rude again?

You peeked at Ellie, who was staring ahead, hopefully, oblivious to your turmoil. You wondered if she was angry at you. Could she be?

You two arrived at a tower and started climbing up the ladder. Ellie let you go first, and you could feel her eyes on you as you climbed.

Ellie let out a small whoo when she made it to the top, causing you to smile, but quickly turned away to hide it.

“You’re pretty good with a rifle, right?” The breaking of silence caused you to jump. You nodded meekly. How the hell did she know that about you? “Dina told me.” Ah that’s how. “You think you can handle this one? I haven’t been the best at shooting from afar.” Ellie rubbed the back of her neck.

You agreed, taking the rifle from behind your back. You aimed, looking through the scope to spot Infected. You found a few Runners and Clickers and shot them down in a few seconds. When you turned around, Ellie was leaning against the wall, staring at you. It caused you to blush and fidget under her stare. She then smiled at you. It startled you and you tried to smile back. You hoped it didn’t look weird.

“Good job!” Your heart fluttered at the compliment.

“Th-Thank you, El…” God you still couldn’t say her name right.

“El…I like that. It’s cute.” Oh god you are going to explode. You were snapped out of your thoughts as the loud growl of your stomach made your hunger known to the world.

Fuck, as if you couldn’t embarrass yourself more.

Ellie laughed. Oh my god, she laughed.

“Hungry?” Her voice held amusement.

“Mmhm. I didn’t get to eat this morning…” Was that just a full sentence? Did you just say a full sentence to Ellie Williams?

Ellie reached into her backpack and pulled out two burritos.

“I didn’t eat breakfast either. Guess great mind think alike, huh?” She handed you the burrito and kept her fingers over yours just a little bit longer.

“Th-Thanks.” You had managed to stutter out.

You sat next to her on the floor and ate together in silence.

Your eyes wandered towards Ellie’s right arm, where her tattoo was. You averted your eyes quickly.

I will not look. I will not look. I will not lo– You looked anyways.

Damn, you were memorized by it and boy oh boy did it only make you fall harder.

Ellie crumpled up the wrapper and tried to throw it in the bin in the corner. It bounced off the edge and Ellie cursed. “Boo.” She pouted like a child. “(Y/n), give me yours.” She ordered. You complied, chewing the last of your burrito to satisfy her needs. She tried again and made it this time. “Yes! I made it!” She turned back to you, a wide smile on her face. “Thanks! You’re my good luck charm!” She smirked at you and went to pick up her discarded wrapper to throw it away.

Good luck charm? Did she just call you her good luck charm? Your heart was soaring, oh god would you even have one after this? Dina must be enjoying this. Curse her and that stupid fake cough of hers.

“I, uh…” You struggled to form words.

“Let me write this down really quick.” She took out her journal. You were embarrassed to admit that you wanted to look in it sometime. “How many Infected were there?” She asked you.

“Three Runners and two Clickers.” You answered dutifully.

“Ok! That’s it for this tower. Let’s head to the next one.” Ellie walked over to the ladder. “After you.” You climbed down the ladder and waited for Ellie to come down with you. You two continued to walk in silence.

“(Y/n), can I ask you a question?” Ellie asked you. You said yes, hoping you can form a full sentence to answer her. “Do you hate me?” Oh my god she did think that you hated her. You felt like such a jerk.

“No! No, no I could never h-hate you, El…Ellie.” Quite the opposite, in fact.

Goddammit why didn’t you say that?

“Then why do you avoid me? You don’t even like to look at me.” Was Ellie…sad? No she must be angry at you. Oh that’s the last thing you would want.

“I-It’s because I…I um…fuck. I’m not really good with words…” You bit the inside of your cheek. “I’m just…shy. I-I’m sorry if I made you feel that I hated you I…I just think that you’re so pretty and I didn’t know how to deal with that so I avoided you.” You were rambling. God you were rambling and Ellie probably thought you were a freak. “I-I should stop talking now…” You looked away from Ellie and looked down at your feet.

Ellie stopped walking and grabbed your hand to prevent you from moving without her.

“(Y/n), listen. You don’t have to be ashamed of your feelings. I…you could talk to me.” Her voice was soft and her thumb rubbed circles on your hand. You continued to look down. Ellie lifted your chin to look you in your eyes. “I swear, I only wanna be closer to you. I hope you understand that.” She brought you closer. “Do you?”

“Mmhm.” Was all you could say. Ellie liked your answer.

“We’ll figure things out, ok? I won’t push you.” You smiled at her, grateful for her patience. “Come on, we still have three more towers to go to.” Ellie led you foward with determination. She never let go of your hand.

You would have to thank Dina when you got back.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie x reader #dina the last of us #dina tlou #the last of us part ii #the last of us part 2 #the last of us part two #fluff #gay panic #the reader is the definition of gay panic #tw cursing

[formeandmyfics]

Jugenea Fic

IN STITCHES

just a short, random, fun one

1956

New Frontier Hotel

Vegas

It was nearing 4 a.m. when Judy turned out the lamp on the nightstand and snuggled into the feather-down comforter of her hotel bedroom. The darkness, along with the fresh, cool sheets, made her immediately drift off into sleep. As she did so, her mind replayed tonight's events.  

She was nearing the end of her contracted show at the hotel. Every show had been a success, and with such a great audience, she was having a blast. Unfortunately, that morning, she had come down with laryngitis. She could speak alright; singing, even a slow melody, her voice had come out raspy and trying any loud or high notes sounded like a good impersonation of Mickey Mouse. She panicked. She could not cancel that show, not just because of financial aspects with the hotel, but because she didn't want to have newspapers write more false claims as to why she cancelled, which some columnists had gotten almost venomous since she left MGM. Most importantly, she also didn't want to disappoint her fans.  

With Gene's quick thinking, he contacted their buddy Jerry Lewis, whom was in town, and begged him to help Judy out. Fortunately, he came through, but told both of them, "I'm scared shitless. I don't know what to do out there." Judy was nervous, too! She didn't know how the show would pan out or how the audience would react.

Gene had said to her, "They just want to see you. That’s all. You can sit at the edge of the stage and talk to them about the weather and they'd be happy. That's how magnetic you are, so go and use it. Go out there with Jer' and just have fun."

Jerry did his comedy bits, bantered with Judy, leaving her in hysterical laughter, and they interacted with the audience. Jerry also sang some of her songs, in her normal arrangements, including 'Rock-A-Bye' with Judy as his personal cheerleader by his side. The crowd didn't mind at all that she couldn't perform. It was a very intimate evening, and all-in-all, a smash. She was so very grateful.  

After the show, she had a late dinner with Gene and a few friends, including Frank and Lauren, who surprised her by showing up to the show. By 2 in the morning, more people started coming around their booth in the bar and the noise was too much for Judy's exhaustion. Gene wanted to stay there with Frank a bit more so he told her to get some sleep. Giving him a kiss goodnight, she went up to the room. After reading a book, she finally got sleepy and head to bed. And boy, it felt marvelous.  

In the downstairs lobby, Lauren shook her head, annoyed, as she walked hastily up to the front desk in the hotel's lobby.

"May I use the house phone, please?"

The receptionist nodded, "Here you are ma'am," then placed the phone on the corner for her.

"Thank you." She immediately dialed the Kelly's hotel suite. When there was no answer, she dialed again, but no answer.  

"Dammit, Judes," she murmured as she clicked the phone down. She hoped Judy hadn't taken a sleeping pill.  

The Kelly's suite was quiet, and dimly lit, as Lauren entered with Gene's key. The double doors to the bedroom were shut, no light coming from beneath them, so Lauren knew Judy was dead asleep. Still, out of curtesy, she knocked before entering. Walking over to the empty side of the bed, she turned on the lamp there.

“Judy,” with no response, Lauren kneeled on the bed and leaned over to softly shake her friends arm, “Judy. Wake up, hun.”

She stirred before turning, a puzzled look on her face, clearly still more asleep than wake, “Betty?”

“Yes, it’s me.”

“What are you doing in my room,” she asked sitting up.

“Something’s happened. Are you awake?”

“What time is it?”

“4. You gotta get up. Gene’s got himself in a dilly,” Lauren said getting off the bed to grab Judy’s silk robe which hung over the vanity chair.

“What do you mean,” she asked alarmed.

“Some drunk asshole kept running his mouth and Gene kept antagonizing him. It ended in a brawl and Gene cut his arm pretty bad.”

Judy bolted out of bed putting her robe on, “Oh my God. Is he alright?”

“He’s okay, but the cut’s pretty deep. He won’t stop bleeding. The bartender gave him a rag to hold on his arm. I told him he needs stitches but he won’t stop arguing with me,” Lauren said as she followed Judy into the living room.

“Where is he now?”

“Downstairs with Frank talking to the house detective.”

“Oh, wonderful,” Judy said upset, “What should I do? I can't go down there like this. Lord knows what would come out in the papers if someone saw us.”

Just then there was a knock on the door and Lauren went over and opened it. Gene came in first, and irritatingly nudged Frank’s hand off his back, as he did so.  

“Gene, what the hell have you done now?”

“I’m fine,” he said upset himself before he plopped onto the sofa.

“You’re not fine. You need stitches.”

“I don’t need fucking stitches, Betty. I told you that.”

“Please don’t talk to her like that, let me see,” Judy said sitting next to him.

“Don’t worry about it,” Lauren replied unphased, “He’s cranky and has a gash the size of the Grand Canyon. I think it’s all the blood loss that’s messed with the tone in his voice.”

Judy tried not to smile at Lauren’s sarcasm, but Gene shot her a dirty look as if they were siblings. When Judy got the rag off of his arm carefully, she looked at her husband horrified.

“For Christ sakes, Gene.”

“Baby, I’m okay.”

“You’re not okay. You’re still bleeding. Look at the damn rag. It’s soaked,” she cried out.

“He needs a hospital.”

“He’s not going to a hospital because that’s dramatic and a waste of time,” Frank cut in, “Just call the house doctor.”

“I’m not taking him to the hospital or calling the house doctor,” Judy said getting up and walked across the room towards the phone, “If this gets out, people will think he came down with a Judy Garland ailment.”

“Judy,” Gene yelled shocked, then shot her a look over his shoulder, “That’s not funny.”

With the phone to her ear, she waved him off, clearly had been poking fun at her own expense.

“Who are you calling,” Frank asked.

“Tom Jacobs. He came to see the show tonight and is staying at the hotel,” she said of their doctor friend, a prominent Beverly Hills physician, “Maybe he can come look at Gene.”

“You’re going to wake him up at four in the morning,” Gene asked.

“Yes, so my husband doesn’t bleed to death...Hi, Tom? Hi, it’s Judy. I’m so sorry to wake you up, but I don’t know what to do. I’m alright, but Gene’s got himself in a pickle. He cut his arm pretty bad and we think he need stitches...”

“I DON’T NEED STITCHES,” Gene yelled interrupting her.

Judy continued, looking at her husband upset and yelled back at Gene covering the receiver with her hand, “He DEFINITELY needs stiches! Ok. Yes. Room 209. Thank you, darling. Buh bye.”

She walked on back over to Gene and sat down next to him again, “Why did you antagonize him, especially when you know he’s a drunk. You know I hate that stuff,” she said in a stern, wifely manner.

“If you heard the things he was saying, you would have thrown your martini in his face,” Gene retorted leaning his head back against the couch tired.

“Judging by what he was saying, she would have thrown it on his crotch,” Frank agreed.

“How hammered are you,” Judy asked.

“Scale?”

She sighed impatiently, “1-10.”

“4.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“No,” Lauren interrupted, “He didn’t drink that much.”

“I can attest,” Sinatra added.

When Gene rolled his head to look at her with a ‘see’ expression, she smiled, softening.

“What did the house detective say,” Lauren asked her buddy next to her.

“Threw the guy out and I sweet-talked him and he let us go,” Frank quipped quite proud.

“Are you in pain,” Judy asked sweeping some of his hair back with her fingers.

“No. Can't really feel my arm right now.”

“Can you feel this,” she asked and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

“That I can definitely feel.”

When the doctor came, Lauren and Frank said their goodbyes to give them privacy. Tom looked Gene over and took his vitals.

“Well, here’s the deal, bud,” Tom said, “Your vitals are great. Your blood pressure is just a little high but that’s to be expected after what happened. And your wife is right. You definitely need stitches.”

“Fuck,” Gene said to himself.

Judy looked at Tom and whispered, “He hates needles.”

“Tell ya what, pal, I’m gonna give you some happy juice so while I suture you up, you won’t feel a thing.”

Judy lit herself a cigarette as the doc worked on Gene’s stitches, who looked like he was asleep. She paced slowly back and forth. The movement caught Gene’s eye and his head slowly rolled to look at her. He tried focusing his eyes a moment, and when he did, he made a silly grin.

“Hey, you.”

Judy stopped in her tracks and looked over at him, exhaling.

“How are you feeling?”

“Come here,” he said and reached his free arm out towards her, lazily.

“Gene, don’t move, please,” the doc said looking through his magnifying glasses.

Judy immediately went over and took that hand so he wouldn’t continue to move.

“You’re beautiful.”

Judy let out a surprised chuckle, “Even at the crack of dawn, huh?”

“Is that what it is?”

“Pretty much.”

“You look familiar.”

Judy’s eyes widened and she looked up at Tom who just smiled not lifting his eyes, “Don’t worry about him. It’s the same effect as if he’s coming off anesthesia. He’ll be fine.”

“Well, you look familiar, too,” Judy played along.

“I’m Gene Kelly,” he stated proudly, but still with a slurred speech.

“Nice to get reacquainted, I’m Judy Kelly.”

His smile faded and he furrowed his eyebrows, “We have the same last name? Oh, no, you're not my sister are you?”

Judy let out a laugh but quickly cleared her throat, “No, darling, I’m your wife.”

“What’s your maiden name?”

“What an odd question. You want my maiden name or my given name?”

“Pick.”

“Well, you probably remember me more as Judy Garland.”

“Wait,” Gene went to sit up but Judy pushed him back, “I married Judy Garland?”

“Yeeeees,” she teased.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled to himself which made her laugh again.  

“Oh my goodness,” she giggled.

“How long we been hitched?”

“5 years.”

“How can I not remember this? Where have I been this whole time?”

“You’ve been with me...dancing me off my feet and giving me two little Kelly’s.”

“We got kids?”

“Yes, sir,” she said reaching for her cigarette again, “A four-year-old girl and a one-year-old boy.”

“Can I see them?”

“I’m sorry, darling,” she giggled feeling a tad uncomfortable with her husband’s temporary amnesia, “Your parents came and took them home with them a few days ago. We’ll be with them again next week when we leave here. Tom,” Judy said a bit worried, “How long is this going to last?”

“Oh, it’ll wear off in about an hour, if not sooner. It’s a completely normal reaction, Judy, don’t worry yourself.”

“I’m worried he’ll want to re-do our honeymoon and have two more kids in that next hour since he can’t remember,” she teased.

They both suddenly heard Gene softly snoring and Judy felt relieved.

“I don’t think you’re going to have to worry about that. He’s going to have a very restful night’s sleep.”

“He’s such an idiot sometimes,” she said looking at her cute, sleeping husband, “But he’s my idiot.”

#judy garland #gene kelly #jugenea #fan fic

[bellatrixxue]

Xue’s Supernatural Dare: Wendigo (S1 EP2)

Hello, everyone? How did everyone feel about the finale? Yes? Yes? Oh. Oh. Oh my. Oh, dear.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell that half-assed homophobic chicken-shit fuckbucket’s not gonna stop me, since I strapped myself onto this roller coaster already and I promised I’m not getting out until the ride’s over, so here we go, wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Also, those who are in this roller coaster with me, ready? Tag list is: @fangirlxwritesx67​ @amazingiam00​ @kalliravenne​ @indecisive20something​ @2musiclover2​ @impossibletosleepthrough @there-must-be-a-lock​ @wingedcatninja​ @arvit​

Oh my gods this recap is so cheesy I actually can make a fondue out of it. 2000s, everybody!

A WHOLE MINUTE AND A HALF FOR THAT FONDUE

FUCKJUMPSCARETITLEFUCKYOU

So we’re starting the episode with the murder scene first, eh? Is that gonna be a trend?

Oh come on, Chads, you’re out in nature and you’re playing video games? Absorb the nature...before it absorbs you!

Waitwait. Holy shit is that...is that Cory Monteith? Oh, bless his soul...

If the wendigo eats his dick as he’s peeing I’m immediately giving Jensen Ackles $100. For no real reason, I just feel like giving him money for already carrying the show on his back.

I can’t tell if it did or not, so I’m not paying yet.

Aw, Sammy...

"I should have told you the truth.” *Vine voice* BUT YOU DIDN’T

FUCKYOUINTHEASSHOhnightmare. Nightmare. So did he visit her at her grave or not? I need answers.

A week? Goddamn. Poor thing. That man-eating tree’s fucking good at his job, man.

“There’s nothing there, it’s just...woods,” Sam, I don’t know if Jess’s death hit you hard or if you got into law school by eating some ancient dick and/or pussy instead of earning that high score fair and square, but the woods “in the middle of nowhere” (your words) are known to be one of the top places full of weird-ass creatures. Even kindergartners know that.

Ehehehehehehehehe he’s so smol next to his lil bro my lil shit

At least you’re coming up with decent covers this time. No Agent Mulder and Scully ruining things for you this time around.

“Bull” oop-

Oh Dean’s a smoooooooooth operator. Good going, buddy.

AND HE GOT A COPY OF THAT DOCUMENT TEAM DEAN TEAM DEAN

Oh that death really got to Sam. I hope he doesn’t turn out to be a trigger-happy psycho. Or eat the man-eating tree and become one himself.

Oh, Haley’s a cutie! Which one’s her brother? Cory? Discount Enrique Iglesias?

Do you have a card for EVERY profession, Dean? And how do I get them too?

That is a very pretty car. I bet they wasted half the budget on that thing.

Okay, sonny boy, little bro, Broseidon, calm down.

Ah, fuck, Haley and Broseidon is gonna go into the woods, that’s more heads to worry about.

How the fuck does Sam find information this fast? I’m impressed, I take five hours to get to one article for my research paper. Or maybe I’m just lazy. So he really earned his law school interview without having to eat dick and pussy, huh.

Every 23 years? What is this, Pennywise? Are we going to see the wendigo do his best Tim Curry do his best scary clown impression? Honk honk?

“Whatever that thing is, it can move.” And the sun rises on the East, Sammy. Why are you so smart and dumb at the same time? Is this his character trait? It might grow on me.

Ahhh, so Sam’s go-to move at interrogation is doing puppy dog eyes and sympathize with the person. He’d make a good lawyer, shame that man-eating tree.

Go Grandpa Exposition, go!

Go Grandpa Exposition, go, give us information and none at all!

OH GEEZ THAT SCAR. PENNYWISE WENDIGO IS VICIOUS.

Skinwalker, Back Dog...Ooh, those all sound cool! I hope we get to see them soon!

‘Corporeal’ doesn’t sound like a real word, but then again, English doesn’t sound like a real language. Sorry. Moving on.

Sam’s gonna eat the wendigo with that attitude, Jesus Christ.

AND HIS BROTHER, AT THIS RATE. If the real villain turns out to be inside Sam all along I’m gonna flip. Is that why women keep dying and burning on ceilings where he sleeps? Is he secretly Lucifer’s spawn or something?

“Oh sweetheart I don’t wear shorts”. They queer-coded him from the start and they tried to make you believe he was straight for fifteen seasons straight? And some people bought that?

Oh, crap, another crappy death treatment for Cory before he got into Glee...No, I wasn’t into Glee, I just watched a few episodes and I might hate Rachel Berry...And Lea Michele...ahem...

Dean is totally flirting with Roy shut upppppppp

OOP AND THERE ROY GOES OH THE SEXUAL TENSION IS HIGH IN THESE WOODS TODAY

“It’s probably the most honest I’ve been with a woman. Ever.” See. Bi. Bi bi bi.

So...why the coordinates, Daddy Negan? Is this a portal to Hell? A place where man-eating trees grow?

*carefully places death flag on Roy*

Ooooh the campsite is very...haunted house-y. You know what I’m saying?

That’s not Discount Enrique Iglesias, but Pennywise wendigo, yes? Those things can mimic human voices, right?

*Google searches*...There are so many versions of this tale I can’t even confirm or deny it. Dammit.

Maybe Pennywise wendigo just wants some snacks and a nice phone and GPS? Maybe he misses his family in uh, Canada or something?

Daddy Negan’s journal is  a e s t h e t i q u e .

I’m so sorry, but the way Sammy smirks as he speaks with those dark, dark voids for eyes? My boy’s a demon. He’s a demon, I’m telling you.

At least Haley has some sense to her. *puts another death flag on Roy*

*PUTS YET ANOTHER DEATH FLAG ON ROY*

True, that. What the heck is Daddy Negan up to with all of this?

“Saving people, hunting things, the family business!” Okay, the way Dean said it gave me chills.

I can actually empathize with Sam here...As whiny and bitchy as he is, he has his reasons to be this way. I guess if I were in his shoes, I’d be less of a Dean and more of a Sam, too. We deal with our losses quite similarly.

Ah, the brotherly bonding moments like these little talks make the show worth it. It’s so heartwarming.

Pennywise wendigo! I didn’t miss you, why’re you here to burst my happy bubble?

I’m starting to see a slight parallel between Haley and Broseidon and Dean and Sammy. Hmm.

Nice meeting you, Roy. Zoop you go.

Haley and Broseidon are taking this rather well, I’m glad they do.

Okay, actual exposition time, thank you.

Whoa, Broseidon speaks! Donner Party! Please don’t remind me of that! Those poor people!

Hibernation and food storage. Delightful, just delightful.

TORCHING? *CALLS RAMMSTEIN*

Somehow, not being able to see the wendigo is scarier to me than what I will probably see itself. Limited budget horror can actually work well.

Oh, dear, Roy literally did a death drop. Badum tissssssssss.

FUCK IT TOOK DEAN THE ONLY CHARACTER I CARE ABOUImean I love you too, Sam! Come on, let’s find him before it’s too late!

A trail of M&Ms! Yes, Broseidon! And Hansel and Gretel refercalled it. Sammy, you and I share the same wavelength?

SHITSHITTHEYTRIPPEDANDFELLINTHEFUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

Thank the gods the Pennywise wendigo kept them right there. Chances.

DISCOUNT ENRIQUE IGLESIAS IS STILL ALIVE GEEZ BUT ALSO PHEW

Ah, Dean Winchester, I love you so much that I can’t even begin to describe it.

Also how convenient that the flare guns are there. Deus ex machina!

Haley would bode well as a hunter, look at her courage, her will. There are more hunters around than Daddy Negan and the brothers, right?

Yeah, seeing the actual wendigo makes me less scared of it now. It’s unnerving, but still.

TEAM DEAN YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAW

Graphics are...alright, but it’s the thought that counts!

Running with the grizzly bear story. Smart Broseidon. Ben. Sorry, you deserve to be called by your real name. I think with practice they could become good hunters, along with their Discount Enrique Iglesias brother! Is there a fanfiction for that? Can I write it now?

...

I AM WILLING TO DIE TO PROTECT DEAN WINCHESTER I

Haley’s a lesbian, that’s why she kissed him on the cheek only. Headcanoned. Also I have a crush on her, she’s really pretty? Like? Heart eyes???

Ah, the siblings parallels again. Let’s hope neither of the two brothers end up in the bed like that.

“Man, I hate camping.” Really. Really really. Really.

“I’m driving”

...

SAM WINCHESTER I’M SORRY I EVER SPOKE ILL OF YOU I WILL PROTECT YOU WITH MY LIFE TOO I PROMISE YOU I WILL

It’s just a sassy bisexual brother and his little snide bisexual brother on the road to kill evil creatures and find their father and I love this show? Help? Help???

I really, really see the charm of Supernatural now! I’m fully invested in both brothers and their story, and I’m cheering them both on! Let’s get Daddy Negan back and get rid of that man-eating tree once and for all!

Six stars out of five!

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

This dare is introducing me to a whole new world, and I really, really am glad I took that jump a few days ago, man!

Thank you everyone for reading my ramblings, and I’ll see you in the day after with the next review! Thank you for sticking with me! Buh-bye!

- Xue

#xue's supernatural dare #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #jensen ackles #sam winchester #jared paladecki #text #i had a really bad day today with my constant pain and aching from the chemo #but this really brought genuine smiles to my face! #what a good show #what a wonderful show #how the FUCK did they fuck it up later #well #i guess i'll find out when i get there lmao