#yes i'm thinking about the wayward guide

[thepaintedlady00]

Okay, okay, hear me out:

Reader takes Dream to a haunted house (either a fake one or a legitimate haunted house, your call), and gets scared to the point where they jump into Dream’s arms like they’re Shaggy and Scooby, only Dream is very much not impressed by whatever it was that scared the reader.

The scooby doo style jump is absolutely EVERYTHING! 😂😂😂 I decided to mix fake and real because I truly doubt anyone would be able to stop Dream from completely taking people OUT for scaring his precious dreamer so I decided to give him a spirit to take that Endless fury out on.

You were never a real fan of haunted houses, especially ones that were set up at locations that were supposedly really haunted. BUT, you promised to show Dream all the spooky traditions that came with Halloween and he'd seemed curious about seeing the house decked out in lights and crowded with people and playful screaming. So, here you were, walking the halls of this stupid haunted house and jumping at every tiny thing.

Dream remained beside you, quietly observing with not even an ounce of fear in his face or body. In fact you were pretty sure he smiled at one point. When you came to a winding staircase, one that had clearly been blocked off by the people setting up the event Dream turned and began ascending up further into the house. You grabbed his sleeve. "I don't think we're supposed to go up there."

He looked back at you. "I wish to see the entirety of this home. It is said to be plagued by spirits, is it not?"

"Well, yeah, but why would you want to see that?"

"I am curious."

Curious? CURIOUS?! Because the mighty Dream Lord decided tonight was the night to be curious you followed him up the stairs and through the dusty, spider infested upper floor. If he'd known how terrified you truly were he likely would have turned back and apologized for not seeing your discomfort sooner, but you'd convinced yourself this was fine, you were fine... until a loud noise echoed through the upper floor sending you flying up into Dreams arms, clutching onto him.

He looked down at you with an arched brow and you blushed, trying to laugh it off. "Sorry, I, uh, don't usually do haunted houses."

"You are afraid?"

"Only a little," you assured him as he set you back on your feet, keeping you close to him. "That's kind of the point of this isn't it?"

He shook his head. "From my understanding, this is supposed to resemble fear, mock it even. You are not supposed to truly be afraid."

You laughed nervously. "I'm kind of a whimp."

"You misunderstand," he said quietly. "If I had known you were truly afraid I would never have suggested such. I do not ever wish for you to be afraid."

"That's sweet of you, Dream," you said with a smile. "Can we maybe go now? This place gives me the creeps."

"Of course."

Dream turned, releasing you from his hold and looked down the hall, preparing to guide you through with no more scares. In the five seconds he stood still a hand reached out and dragged you up into the attic. Your shrill cries filled the house as you looked up and the very real spirit that hovered over you, their barely visible form flashing a grotesque sight. Before it could do more than look at you Dream was there, grabbing it by the neck and dragging it away placing his body between you and the spirit. "You would dare harm my dreamer?"

All you heard was ghostly noises, attempts at words before the attic filled with groans and wails and then silence. Dream looked over you, searching for any injuries before he sighed and offered you his hand. "Was that... a real ghost?"

"A wayward spirit, yes," he said helping to to your feet. "But it will not be returning any time soon. You are safe."

You hugged him, letting the comforting chill of his embrace comfort you. "Thank you."

"As I said, I never wish for you to be afraid, little dreamer."

#dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless x you #dream of the endless x y/n #morpheus x reader #morpheus x you #morpheus x y/n #king of dreams #dream of the endless #dream the endless #sandman dream #dream sandman #morpheus sandman #morpheus the sandman #morpheus dream #lord morpheus #morpheous #morpheus #morpheus fanfiction #morpheus fluff #morpheus headcanons #morpheus imagine #morpheus imagines #morpheus lord of dreams #sandman morpheus #the sandman morpheus #the sandman dream #dream the sandman #netflix sandman #netflix the sandman #sandman

[cookierunauprompts]

okay now you can’t just leave us on a cliffhanger like that cmon that’s just evil pls elaborate on the MC timeline where the beasts aren’t the first real cookies that is so intriguing

Okie dokie! Buckle up because this has the potential to be long af so i'm putting it under the cut.

So, first things first, the Beasts aren't the actual first Cookies. In fact, the first cookies actually look a lot more like Gingerbrave! Something that Meringue Cookie points out during a confrontation with her. The heroes were intially made to guide Cookiekind to prosperity in place of witches, considering that some couldn't control their... urges.

But then why do the beasts (genuinely) think they were the first? To put it rather simply... Whenever the previous generation of Heroes would corrupt, the witches would exterminate all of Cookie kind and start from scratch.

A rather cruel fate, no? At least, that's what Meringue Cookie believes.

But what of the previous generations? Well, I can tell you about them.

First, there was Intellect, Guidance, Compassion, Determination and Loyalty. Corrupted into Secrecy, Control, Cruelty, Recklessness and Betrayal. The first generation of Heroes, Meringue Cookie was one of them.

Next was Wisdom, Kindness, Generosity, Will and Bravery. Corrupted into Arrogance, Manipulation, Greed, Hopelessness and Cowardice. The second generation of Heroes. It was around this time that the witches split themselves into two, the witches that go to the banquet and the ones that don't.

Then came Insight, Altruism, Temperance, Connection and Rebellion. Corrupted into Blindness, Selfishness, Overindulgence, Solitude and Complicity. The Third Generation of heroes.

And then? Then was Knowledge, Happiness, Volition, Change and Solidarity. And by the time they corrupted the Witches couldn't perform another extermination due to a lack of power, and that there were too many cookies in the world. This was the fourth generation of Heroes... The Beasts.

And we all know what they corrupted into and who came after them.

Now back to Meringue Cookie. She survived the first extermination by escaping by a hair. She began anew, a false savior for those who came to seek refuge in her village that had also survived the extermination. However they never left the village, already having their prior identities scrubbed clean of useless desires and annoying little things that would question her control.

She had also been looking for a way to keep herself from crumbling, and luckily enough her solution made itself known right at her door... A Faerie Cookie. They tended to live longer than most, no? So, with a bit of experimentation, she discovered something truly wonderful. She could use the Faerie's wings to extend her lifespan and keep herself as good as new even without her Soul Jam.

And so, she began a collection. Luring in wayward faeries and striking when the time was right. Her little village managed to escape all three exterminations, but something rather curious happened after the last one. Yes, rather curious indeed.

Two Cookies, one much much stronger than the other had shown up. Calling themselves Marshmallow Fluff Cookie and Mystery Cookie. They were lost, confused to this world, and who was she to deny them sanctuary? So she let them join the village.

But Marshmallow Fluff and Mystery Cookie couldn't be controlled, and she couldn't rob them of their powers either. After all, a witches magic can never be stolen, but how could any of the witches form themselves as Cookies? But the two were young, silly and impulsive.

Marshmallow Fluff had done terrible things, things that Meringue Cookie could capitalize on. And so Meringue Cookie gained a prophet.

This is where the timeline diverges, kinda. It's either that Marshy and Mystery escape at some point before the Beasts get sealed, or they don't. And when they don't is a much more interesting timeline. It's also the timeline Ficlet 2 takes place in.

And yes, Shadow Milk does get taken into the cult. So does White Lily eventually as well. Meringue Cookie is rather pleased to get her soul jam back, not so pleased to see how it's changed into a meager thing like 'Freedom'.

'Freedom', what an annoying little thing. Always looking for another way, always looking to defy her guidance, always oh so stupid.

It doesn't matter, she'll figure out how to make it submit to her again soon.

...

Does Dark Enchantress exist in this timeline? Not exactly, considering that White Lily cookie never finds out the Truth behind the creation of cookies. I'd say that Meringue Cookie takes DE's place if I'm being honest... does that mean that the CoD are also in her cult? Hmm... probably.

Anyways, that's enough rambling from me. I'll probably add more to this eventually.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run au #crk #cr kingdom #not a prompt #beast yeast #oh yeah the Cult's main base is in Beast Yeast i forgor to mention that #also sorry Dark Enchantress Enjoyers. she's not here anymore :(

[impossibleprincess35]

[WIP Wednesday]

“Would you like to spar, Jetii, or would you like to stand there and run your mouth all day?” she smiled sweetly, her arms crossed neatly across her chest, her feet planted firmly on the floor, slightly wider than her hips.

Obi-Wan chuckled as he widened his stance and reached his arms up before him, bending gently at the elbow, curling his fingers into loose fists as he dropped a bit lower in stature. He looked up at her through wayward strands of his hair and grinned, “How about we do both? Unless you think you’re gonna need to save your breath for when I have you-”

Satine slid down into a crouched form and raised her arms, keeping her palms loosely balled up, and she interrupted him with a roll of her eyes, “-moaning on the floor? Yes, yes, so you say.” She smirked at him. “I hope you can back up all this talking otherwise I’m never going to let you live it down.”

“I’m ready,” he murmured to her.

“Let’s go,” she replied.

A silent indicator appeared to sound in the room as the two seemed to circle around slowly, timidly, sizing one another up. The liveliness of their banter had dissipated in that moment, turning into steel resolve, and the tension in the room grew with every inch they moved forward, getting closer to one another.

It was Satine who moved first, extending out her right arm quickly like the strike from a sand snake. She wasn’t surprised when Obi-Wan ducked it effortlessly and shot her a winning smile. He was too confident, but she knew he had the remarkable ability to sense her movements before she even fully committed to them.

Many years ago in a similar scenario, sparring together to kill time, Obi-Wan had explained how he could remain so calm with just his lightsaber while up against multiple opponents and weapons such as blasters. Satine had found it fascinating, listening to him talk about how the Force could flow through him and slow his surroundings, calming him, helping him block blows and bolts with incredible accuracy.

She steadied herself now, remembering how she needed to clear her mind and act on instinct. The internal dialogue that she would normally hear, guiding her and coaching her, had to be quieted. She needed to be one with her steps on the ground, one with her arms as they cut through the space before her, and one with him.

Up close now, the two were fully engaged in the fight now. Obi-Wan jabbed at her and she ducked her shoulder and threw an uppercut towards his jaw. He was quick and he arched his head back to miss the impact, and then shook his head at her as he clicked his tongue.

“Ah, dirty girl,” he purred, his forehead now glistening from the beginning of a light sweat.

--

I swear, I'm writing. :D

#obitine #obi wan x satine #WIP wednesday

[bootlegfrank]

Perv Pete x kid Mikey??

It's currently at 6.4k and far from done (and actually 8 months old already), but as the Doc title suggests, it's a Petekey au! I've posted about it before, I'm sure, but I don't remember what all I've said about it haha.

Basically, Pete works in a little record shop just near a middle school and one day he runs into Mikey. He's immediately captivated by Mikey, and although he knows what a wrongen he is for it, he just keeps getting closer to the kid. Mikey, in turn, doesn't realise that Pete is being inappropriate because guess what! His brother is like that with him too <3 I can't remember if I've decided where this story will go, but the deliciousness of it all is that once Pete finds out what Gerard is doing to Mikey, he can't call him out for it at all, because he's being inappropriate with Mikey too.

Here's a couple of bits from it below the cut <3

“Uh, excuse me sir?” The boy asked. Pete swallowed roughly, the boy’s voice was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard. The kid sounded apprehensive but filled with determination, the honey-sweet cadence of a voice yet to drop, and Pete found that he never wanted to stop hearing it. The kid continued walking until he was right in front of Pete. The top of his head reached just below Pete’s shoulder, and Pete felt his stomach do an alarming swoop when he realised he had to look down to meet the boy’s eyes. “They just- they just kicked me out cuz I’m a student and… and I was wondering if you could buy something for me? –I’ve got money!” The kid rambled, opening up his wallet to show Pete a five-dollar bill. Pete tried to muster up a smile at the boy and put his cigarette behind his ear. “They can just do that? Throw you out?” He found himself saying, wanting, needing to keep this kid next to him just a little while longer. “I know right! They think just ‘cuz I’m eleven that I’m gonna steal!” The boy widened his eyes in an overdramatic fashion, throwing his hands up. He sounded as exasperated as he looked, blowing a wayward strand of hair off of his glasses.

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Throughout the week he learns a lot about Mikey, the kid loves to chatter on and on. Pete learns that Mikey isn’t liked very much at school, he learns that Mikey’s favourite band is Anthrax and yes I knoooow that’s a name of a disease, he learns that Mikey’s favourite film is Jaws even though he’s afraid of sharks, and he learns that Mikey has an older brother only a couple years Pete’s junior. He learns a lot about Mikey’s older brother, Gerard, and the kid seems to really look up to him. Mikey talks on and on about Gerard’s comics and Gerard’s 8-track collection and Gerard’s favourite video games, that he started college this year and he’s going to make money with his comic books! It’s so awesome! and anything and everything in-between. Pete doesn’t care much about Gerard, but he likes hearing Mikey talk, so he dutifully nods along and asks Mikey questions.

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Mikey reaches Gerard’s car and opens the passenger side door, throwing his backpack into the backseat before getting into the car. “Hi Gee!” Mikey closes the car door and leans over the centre console toward Gerard. “Hi Mikes,” Gerard greets him with a smile. He doesn’t look as tired today as he did earlier this week, Mikey hopes Gee will stay up with him tonight, especially since it’s weekend and all. Gerard cups his hands around Mikey’s jaw like he does every time he picks Mikey up. Gerard’s fingers are long and cooler than Mikey’s face, and the contact makes Mikey shiver a little. Gerard pulls Mikey closer and guides his head up, bending down to press a kiss to Mikey’s lips.

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Pete forgets for a second that he has to answer, that Mikey asked him a question, so preoccupied with watching that soft little mouth wrap around that finger that he nearly stops breathing. He coughs again and- damn why does his throat feel so dry? “It’s uh- custard. Made from, uh, egg and cream and stuff.” Pete forcefully closes his mouth, stops himself from rambling on about how custard is made or some bullshit like that. The back room feels stuffy all of a sudden, and Pete feels like Mikey is looking right through him to the nervous wreck he is underneath. He feels like Mikey knows something weird is going on here, and that the kid is gonna get up and run straight home to tell his parents about the weird man in the record shop who buys him food and lures him into the back room. Mikey does none of that, though. He just nods and takes another bite. “‘S yummy,” he says with his mouth full. “Thank you.”

#my first time writing pete so this is kinda scawy #petekey #waycest #pete wentz #mikey way #you know who #dddne #ask game #bootlegfrnk fanfiction

[wildwood-reader]

Reading Update #10

December 4, 2022

Recently Finished

BOOKS

Understanding Chinese Fantasy Genres by Jeremy Bai

First Read

Edition: Paperback

Final Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️.25

Final Thoughts: I'm not gonna lie, when I saw the synopsis for this I was hopeful this may be a somewhat in-depth guide to elements of those three genres (wuxia, xianxia, xuanhuan) and the background to them. Alas, it wasn't, but I still learned some things I didn't know before, so it was still worth it. 💪🏻

Currently Reading

BOOKS

The Bane Chronicles by Cassandra Clare, Sarah Rees Brennan and Maureen Johnson (with illustrations by Cassandra Jean)

Re-Read

Edition: Paperback

Progress: 350/507

Thoughts: Damn, I completely forgot how hard The Fall of the Hotel Dumort hits, seeing Camille and the other vampires so affected by the cocaine in their prey's blood. 😰 Also Raphael's story is so interesting between his snark, his self-deprication and his absolute love and loyalty for his family to the point where he practically tortures himself to make sure he won't be a danger to them. I love him very much.

The Princess Bride by William Goldman

First Read

Edition: Paperback

Progress: 62/399

Thoughts: I'm really enjoying The Bane Chronicles, but I also wanted to read something on the side and since I absolutely loved the Princess Bride movie, I figured why not just pick up the book? 😋 The introductory part about the author was a bit boring, to be honest, I prefer the way it was set up in the movie, but now that the story really started rolling, it's really fun.

The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan

Re-Read

Edition: Paperback

Progress: 92/375

Thoughts: This is a buddy read with my roomie/bestie who is reading it for the first time ever. I've been so in the mood to re-read the series lately and I'm really excited we finally are. 😋 Just as good as I remember. 💯

FANFICTION

Pain is only a Pulse by ReyloRobyn2011

Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Progress: Chapter 5/5/?

Up-to-date? Yes

Kudos: ✅️

Thoughts: A new chapter got uploaded just earlier today, which I’m gonna read soon. 👻

Heaven Has A Road But No One Walks It by Silvestris

Fandom: The Untamed

Progress: Chapter 48/48/?

Up-to-date? Yes

Kudos: ✅️

Thoughts: No new chapter since last week, so just sitting here patiently, waiting. 👀✨️

And that's it for recent and current reads. 👻 I want to finish at least 3 books in December so we'll see how it goes. 💪🏻

As always, DNFs and my backlog are under the cut.

DNF'd

BOOKS

This Is How You Lose The Time War by Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone

First Read

Edition: ebook

Stopped reading at: Page 21/181

DNF'd because: It's not at all that I didn't like what I was reading so far, I just realized very quickly that this was the wrong time for me to try and pick it up. I wanted to read something that was on the shorter side and quick to get through, but I underestimated the prose of the writing style. It just doesn't work for me right now. I will probably pick it up another time when the stars are better aligned, so this is going back on my TBR. (Btw, this was not part of my Kindle challenge, I started reading this book through Scribd)

BACKLOG*

BOOKS

Wayward Son by Rainbow Rowell

First Read

Edition: Paperback

Progress: Page 102/341

Thoughts: This is a buddy read with my bestie. It’s still on hold, but we might pick it back up before the end of the year.

FANFICTION

Red Azalea by CeNedraRiva

Fandom: The Untamed

Progress: Chapter 112/137/?

Up-to-date? No

Chapters Behind: 25

Kudos: ✅️

Thoughts: The stars are still not aligned for me to continue it just yet, but I’m really excited for everything that’s coming. 👻

Setting Fire To Our Insides by StarsAlignNomore

Fandom: The Untamed

Progress: Chapter 14/23/?

Up-to-date? No

Chapters Behind: 9

Kudos: ✅️

Thoughts: Y'know what, I think I will be ready to continue it soon; it fits my vibe hunger just enough, so we’ll see. 😋

Impossible Life (Series) by Comfect

Fandom: The Untamed

Progress: Part 1/3

Finished Reading? No

Parts Behind: 2

Kudos: Part 1 ✅️

Thoughts: Not sure yet when I’ll continue this, but I’m looking forward to Part 2.

Fall of the Crimson Flower by AkatsukiShin (in artistic collaboration with brilcrist)

Fandom: Word of Honor

Progress: Chapter 2.5/8/?

Up-to-date? No

Chapters Behind: 6.5

Kudos: ✅️

Thoughts: I want to continue it soon, I promise! 🙈

*Backlog refers to books and fic that I’ve started reading but have since put on hold due to various reasons

#jengupdates #books #fanfiction #reading #booklr

[the-irrelevant-trumpeter]

good morning to headstrong hosts, true believers, wise bartenders, noble sheriffs, lovesick teens, motormouth historians, passionate butchers, town mutes, petty cab drivers, macabre morticians/taxidermists, hip mining executives, ammo shop owners, gossipy florists, other gossipy florists, frustrated chefs, desperate pastors, heads of APN, mining patriarchs, mining matriarchs, restless mail carriers, drunken doctors, miner daughters, new-age mystics, skittish bankers, unrelenting meter maids, swindling showmen, wiseass travel agents, gun shop owners, duplicitous politicians, the mayor, and Ryan Reynolds (aka the catalyst). 

#yes i'm thinking about the wayward guide #can you tell i'm excited #also don't let this flop #i spent way too long on this #tin can bros #the wayward guide for the untrained eye #wayward guide

[the-iceni-bitch]

Natalieeeeee💕💕💕💕💕 Congratulations on 3K again🎉🎉🎉😘😘😘😘 I spun the horny wheels and I got

Kink: Hickey/Biting & Marking fetish

Character: Colin Shea

Prompt: “I want you to walk in front of me so I can see your ass.” & “I want it to hurt.”

Akdbeudhchss Take your time Queen!!!! I'm very excitedddd😆😆😆🙈🙈🙈💕💕 and this is such a fun idea!!!!

Oh my god Christy!!!! Some adorable Colin being a little subby? Yes please!!

Smut (light dom/sub aspects, m receiving oral sex, anal play, cum play) no minors!!!!

tagging @wayward-blonde because I know she’s been dying for some Colin smut!

You might have had too many shots.

Going out with Colin and the band was always a good time. His friends and your friends got along great, and the group dynamic always served to make the awkwardness you two felt after sleeping together feel a little less prominent.

Except when you got drunk. Which you were. And all you wanted was to devour that slutty himbo until he couldn’t remember his own name (because whiskey really brought out your dom side).

“More drinks, or should we close out and hit a club?” Colin was only a little tipsy, but he had seen the way you’d been eyeing him and it was making him slightly nervous.

Everyone voted for one more round and then the club, so you and Colin started staggering towards the bar to order more cocktails.

“Jesus Col, who gave you the right to look that fucking good in those jeans?” Yeah, the whiskey was definitely hitting you hard, but whatever. “I want you to walk in front of me so I can see your ass.”

“Y/N, fuck!” You had maneuvered behind him and were now gripping his ass while you buried your face in his neck, nipping softly as the curve of his shoulder before rolling his earlobe through your teeth. “Honey, shit, you really want to do this right now?”

“Yeah.” You wrapped your arm around him so you could grab the bulge at the front of his pants. “Baby, c’mon, I just wanna suck that pretty cock of yours.”

“Ok, damn, let’s go to the bathroom.” He somehow managed to wind an arm around your waist and started to guide you away from the bar, but your lips were still on his neck and it was making it hard for him to concentrate on walking.

The two of you stumbled into the private bathroom and as soon as the lock clicked you were slamming him against the door and sinking your teeth into his neck while you worked at undoing his fly. Those noises he was making for you had you practically soaking through your panties as you started licking and biting and sucking your way down his torso.

“Ow, baby, Jesus!” You were finally on your knees in front of him and sucked a deep bruise against his hip before yanking his boxer briefs down and digging your teeth into his thigh. “You trying to eat me? I mean, it’s ok, I kinda want it to hurt.”

“I just think,” you continued biting and mouthing at his thighs and hips while staring at him through your lashes. “You look even prettier,” your mouth was so close to his cock, it was killing him. “With my marks all over you.”

He may have been thinking about answering you, but then your lips were wrapped around his tip and every thought flew out of his brain. The moan that fell from his lips was obscene when you hummed around him, your tongue swirling around him before you took him even deeper and his head thumped back against the door. 

Somehow, you managed to shuffle even closer to him, your hands rubbing over his thighs before curling around his hips and gripping his ass while you swallowed him down your throat. Colin yelped when you gave him a smack after licking a thick stripe up his cock and gulping down air then drawing him into your mouth again.

“Oh, fuck, honey!” His hips jolted into your face when you slid your hand between his cheeks, slowly teasing your fingers over his pretty hole while you suckled gently at his tip. “Ah, oh my god!”

“Wou deed to wewax.” Your words were still muffled when you shoved his cock into your cheek, smirking at him through your lashes then taking him down your throat one last time.

A thin wail rose from his throat when you slipped your middle finger inside him and immediately stroked that spot within him that made him see stars. You grinned around his cock when he rolled his hips into your face, laving your tongue over his base until you felt him twitch at the back of your throat.

He let out a choked whine when you pulled him out just enough that he was spilling his hot, thick cum between your lips until it was leaking out of the corners of your mouth. Seeing you on your knees with his spend dribbling over your chin did something to him, making him sag back against the door as his heart fluttered in his chest. You were like some kind of dream.

“C’mere.” You giggled when he drew you to your feet, leaning your head back to let him kiss his cum off your face while he drew your skirt up around your waist. “Don’t we have a rule about reciprocation?”

#natalie writes #3k wheels of filth drabble celebration #colin shea #colin shea x reader #colin shea x fem!reader #colin shea x you #colin shea x y/n #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans character #smut #eighteen plus #eighteen and over #do not interact if you are a minor

[zabiume]

May I inquire the reasoning behind Mermaid Ichigo? Because I'm all for it and it feels kinda right but I have no clue why lol

Anon, he'd make the prettiest mermaid, I mean look at him. Do I need more of a reason?

On a serious note, though, I am obsessed with mermaids; I think they're really cool, I watched the Shape of Water in theaters all by myself (not that I'm a monsterfucker, I'm pretty sure I'm ace but that's irrelevant). I enjoy this idea of people in Ye Olde Days feeling wallowed by the grief of losing their loved ones at sea and attributing it to morbid, poetic myths, such as sirens or mermaids. There's such a rich, enjoyable literary value to it, and so many people write brilliant fics as well that I'd like the simple joy of seeing Ichigo as one.

I really vibe with the idea of Ichigo being a protector or hell, even the King of the ocean like an Aquaman-meets-Ariel's-dad type of situation. Ichigo has many traits in canon that make him very rulerly: he's intelligent, wise, just, compassionate. He's one of those people that would never seek a throne himself but be thrust upon it by people seeking a leader. I think wayward ghosts (you know, maybe a sailor who died at sea, or other kindred spirits) would feel a great sense of comfort knowing he'd be leading them to the afterlife. He could be a mermaid of death! I know you're saying, "Are there mermaids like that?" To which I reply, "Mermaids are made up, and therefore we can say anything we want about them and it becomes true if we believe it."

Anyway, maybe he's a local urban legend. He starts helping ghosts transition to the afterlife as a kindness, but people soon begin deeming him as a local God and pushing that responsibility onto him until he grows into it. No one's ever really seen him, but the ones who do all claim one thing: he's smokin' hot!

Jokes aside, if this were a research paper, we'd first have to define what a mermaid means, which I have neglected to do. Here's a helpful guide, taken from the 100% accurate 'Mermaid Facts' page of the Real Mermaids dot net website:

"Lovely, wise and very shy creatures of the sea that in stories often fall in love with sailors and bear them children."

I am going to ignore the obvious heteronormativity/gender-coding of this and say, the description of lovely, wise and shy are all good descriptors of Ichigo. So is this:

Dangerous spirit of the sea that can conjure storm and fog, foretell death, read minds and wreak havoc of every level.

If I were ever to write a Mermaid!Ichigo, a mix of both is how I'd write it tbh!

#idk what to tag this as but come to think of it i'd def need a reference for the future #so let it go in: #writing woes #asks #ichigo kurosaki #plot bunnies

[awigglycultist]

Alright I have several fic ideas/au ideas that I want to write or draw but motivation is non existence so I'm just writing down what they are before I end up forgetting them, also feel free to ask questions about them or make suggestions or anything if you want

wizard of oz au inspired by @hatchetfieldmoodboards

Hannah = Dorothy

Ethan = Scarecrow

Lex = Tinman

Tom = Cowardly Lion

Webby = Toto

Holloway = Galinda

Wilbur = Elphaba

Hidgens = Oz

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Crossover where the solve it squad finds out about Connor Creek and go there and also Paul and Artie are just there visiting, and then the town freaks out cause oh god not this shit again can ppl stop investigating this town please? The squad ends up finding about the werewolves but promise to keep quiet about it, idk what else happens I just wanna see the characters interact ndnddmdk

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Reverse wayward guide au based off my dad's theories when he watched it. Vern, Helen, Sybilus and Truman are all still werewolves but the rest are normal humans, Wallis, GPS, Ellis and Mary Jo are now werewolves. Truman is not the murderer and is good, Sybilus and Mary Jo are now the killers.

Syb started killing ppl cause he did some fraud or something and didn't want ppl finding out and then he somehow got Mary Jo involved. Mary Jo is not at the town council meeting about werewolves so that the murder of Barney is still possible. Why do they kill the ppl they kill? Idk, probably cause they knew about the fraud or something ig.

The werewolves that meet with Paul & Artie are Helen, Ellis and Wallis. Vern is at the meeting with Agnes, Aubrey, Madison and Olivia (yes Olivia is still at that meeting, she's ofc much less nervous about giving them silver bullets) they wanted meat from Vern to lure out the werewolves (yes ofc their all dumb enough to think that just getting some raw meat would actually trick the werewolves into coming out). Helen and Paul still come to the meeting. Olivia also finds out about the werewolves and Helen and Vern ask her to give Madison a silver bullet to show they trust Madison.

Artemis still thinks that Silas is the killer, she walks in on him and Truman packing up his office to leave (why she helping him pack? Idk shush) and she starts her whole speech. Then Syb and Mary Jo run in screaming about the Irons being dead and then kill Silas and Truman, Ellis and Wallis save Artie. Pretty much the rest is the same just substitute Desmond for Ellis & Wallis and Truman for Sybilus & Mary Jo, also yes Ellis is ofc very distraught the whole time cause oh shit his wife is the one killing everyone in town.

GPS is that last one to reveal he's a werewolf, he'd reveal it to Paul when then town is all saying their goodbyes.

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Solve It Squad cowboy au... Thats it that's all I have.

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Hatchetfield cowboy au, that's also all I have on that one

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Fic where Paul gets sick of Ted and Bill's fighting so he forces them to come with him and have a day of fun together and force the two to get along. At first it is not going well at all, they slowly start getting along, at the end of the night they end up becoming actual friends and they end up going to Pizza Pete's and acting like children (they probably get kick out, yes it's Ted's fault). They also have a long talk about all their issues.

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Fake dating au where Paul and Artie convince Sybilus and Madison to come with them to a family reunion and pretend to be their partner so their family will stop annoying them about getting a partner, ofc shit insuses.

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Au where Crispin is a vampire.. Once again that's it, it's all the same except Crispin happens to be a vampire

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As you can see some of these are much more thought out than others, but once again if you have ideas for these or if you wanna ask questions feel free to!

#starkid #tin can bros #tin can brothers #team starkid #tgwdlm #hatchetfield #wayward guide #the wayward guide for the untrained eye #black friday #nightmare time #solve it squad #wwg reverse au #hf woz au

[verobatto]

Destiel Chronicles

Vol. LXXX

It was a love story from the very beginning.

Is Not Allowed (Part I)

(12x10a)

Hi my dears! And we arrived to one of our favorite Destiel episodes: 'Lily Sanders has some regrets.'

We have a lot of Destiel to discuss here, more of it you have read for sure already in this fandom, because we are late with the subtext, but I decided to divide this meta in two parts.

Married Couple and the Third Wheel

When the episode starts, we have our little moose and Dean having this peculiar dialogue...

SAM: I don't think we have the kind of mom who's gonna stay home and make us chicken soup for dinner, you know? You talk to Cass yet?

DEAN: No.

Sam jumps from mom, one of Dean's concerns, to Cas. He has to take this chance, and he's asking because we could assume, he was seeing something odd between them going on. (Poor third wheel), he noticed, as the insightful person Sam is, Dean and Cas are not talking to each other. He had noticed the awkward silence...

I want to hug that moose...

SAM: So, what, you're just gonna keep walking past each other in the kitchen, not saying a word?

DEAN: Maybe.

I love Yockey, because he's pointing here through Sam's lines how Dean and Cas behave like two lovers fighting. Is a married couple, and he's the poor kid in the middle. And I love his body language, because he is moving the chair as if it was a game in the park, while looking at his brother like "you are two kids. You are so in love and fight like two love birds." Hope in his eyes, because he's making his brother talk with him about Cas. This is a perfect parallel to season 8, the bunker again, and Dean mad at Cas again, but this time Sam is more used to it. And kind of amused.

SAM: Look, yes, Cass killed Billie, but he saved us. He saved Mom. How long are you gonna stay pissed?

DEAN: I'm not pissed that he cares about us, you know. I'm – I'm grateful. But Billie said there would be “cosmic consequences” if that deal got broken. You have any idea what that means?

SAM: No.

DEAN: Neither do I, but I'm pretty sure it ain't jellybeans and g-strings.

SAM: My point is, Cas thought he was doing the right thing.

CAS: I was doing the right thing.

Sam is always Castiel's attorney, he was that in season 8 saying 'Is Cas!", And he is now trying to make his brother to understand why Cas did it.

Sam is saying what Dean always says about Cas, but is not working this time, because they're already married hahahaa. Sorry. But is true.

And the bickering continues...

CAS: No. This is personal.

DEAN: Meaning what?

CAS: Another angel. An old friend. He called out for help.

DEAN: Oh. Good old reliable angel radio.

May I point here how jealous is Dean? Because every time Cas mentions angels or Heaven, he is there to spread his jealousy all over. Just thinking about Cas coming back to Heaven or to his old Garrison, makes Dean lose it.

CAS: He was begging for help and then he just stopped. I need to know if he's still alive.

SAM: Yeah, all right. Well... we'll come with you.

CAS: Both of you?

There comes the sassy look, I love it, Cas is so done with Dean's attitude, but he is not aware he's acting just like him. I know Sam is saying 'Kiss already!'

DEAN: Sure. Yeah, we could help. Gotta make sure you don't do anything else stupid.

Dean's favorite quote to exasperate his angel... The level of bickering is reaching the top, but there's still even more... Are you praying for Sammy?

The awkward silence in the car makes Sam wanting to die. Is the same sensation an old friend feels when an old couple is fighting, and he knows both of them. Being in the middle of that war is stressing.

We, as spectators, don't know if we should laugh or just feel sorry for Sam.

Is a very uncomfortable situation...

Thank you Yockey for writing this clearly as two men in love fighting, making it blatant to any eye watching.

Because we have the exaggerating reactions, the rolling eyes, the frowns and the sassiest quotes and looks. And the jealousy at his maximum expression. YES, DEAN AND CAS ARE IN LOVE AND THEY'RE FIGHTING.

SAM: All right. Guys, you know what? This – this silent treatment thing, it's silly. It's not gonna work. Whatever we're walking into, we should, you know, probably have an actual plan.

Sam is so done with it, he's just throwing some reason over there.

CAS: (sighs) What do you wanna know?

DEAN: Oh, he speaks.

SAM: Enough. Cass, you said when you heard Benjamin, he – he was screaming.

Okay, Sam is scolding his brother, because he had just asked them to stop, and he keeps acting like a child, so, time to stop him.

CAS: It was, um... Look, Benjamin wouldn't call for help lightly. And he wouldn't put himself in harm's way if he could help it.

DEAN: Wow, this Benjamin seems like he's pretty cool, you know. Like he wouldn't make any half-cocked, knee-jerk choices.

Well, look at this, Dean is far from stop, he is trying to annoy Castiel even more. Trying to throw a little of irony, and Cas will reply with some acid words...

Gif set credit @shirtlesssammy 👇

CAS: Yeah, you know what I like about him? Is that he's sarcastic, but he's thoughtful and appreciative, too.

DEAN: Now what is that supposed to mean?

SAM: Okay, okay, the road, road. Dude, watch the road.

This is one of my fav scenes, because he got so jealous over Castiel's words about Benjamin, that is hilarious, he even turns around to face the angel, ignoring he was the driver, and is SO SO BLATANT, AGAIN, SO CLEAR TO OUR EYES THEY'RE TWO LOVE BIRDS FIGHTING.

What is allowed

Let's jump now into a concept that will be explored this season and the following. Something that every angel has written in his brains: Sacred Oath.

Yockey will show us in this episode the two difference about what is allowed and what is not allowed to angels about their relationships with humans.

Pay attention to Castiel's words here...

CAS: Benjamin is always very careful. Long ago, he found a powerfully devout vessel in Madrid, and her faith, it... she gave him everything – her trust and her body.

This speech Cas makes about Benjamin and her female vessel, is nothing else than a profound bond, when he says 'she gave him everything--her trust her body.' He's talking about which kind of relationship is allowed for an angel to have with a human. Sharing vessel, is an intimate act of trust and submission. But the way Cas is talking about it, the sentiment he put on those words, is talking about something else there. So maybe Benjamin and this woman fell in love, and the only allowed way to share their lives together, was through sharing vessel. @emblue-sparks has a very interesting analysis about how this premise introduced by Yockey could be taken as a theory of Dean and Cas sharing vessels since season 13. You can find their thoughts here. I based my current Destiel endgame spec on this too, and in more clues I found mostly in season 15. You can find that spec here.

DEAN: Wait. So Benjamin's a woman.

CAS: Benjamin is an angel. His vessel is a woman. But it – it's – it's more than that. She's not just his vessel.

SAM: She's... She's his friend.

CAS: Yeah. Benjamin would never put her in unnecessary danger.

And we love Yockey, shows us here the genderless nature of angels, based on the vessels. When he says BENJAMIN IS AN ANGEL, he is saying he is not a woman, not a man, even when his pronoun is He/Him.

There will be another example when Yockey shows us fem vessel! Castiel.

When Cas says 'it's more than that. She's not just his vessel." Is giving us clues, again, about the kind of profound bond Benjamin and the spanish woman shared.

I have to cut the analysis here, and I will let the "not allowed" topics for the next meta.

To Conclude:

I consider Yockey as the Destiel guide writer in Dabb's team. Each episode he wrote, he made a guide with steps our ship will follow in the incoming chapters.

This time he is putting in order a couple of concepts about angels, allowed relationships with humans and forbidden relationships.

This is very important to understand Castiel's POV about his own feelings for Dean.

He wrote an old married couple bickering, and Sam represented all of us, trying to survive to uncomfortable silences and bitterness.

Hope you like this meta, see you in the next one!

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If you want to read the previous metas from this season, here you have the links:

Vol. LXXV, LXXVI, LXXVII, LXXVIII, LXXIX

Buenos Aires, September 22th 2020 7:03 PM

#destiel chronicles #destiel #destiel meta #season 12 meta #s12 meta #Vol. LXXX

[mona-stay]

First Christmas - Lucifer

Plot - Lucifer has his first Christmas with the help of y/n

Pairing - Lucifer x reader

Warnings - none, just Christmas fluff

Lucifer walked around the bunker bored. He'd already annoyed Sam and Dean to the point he was lucky they hadn't shot him yet. Cas, well it was no fun to wind Castile up. He now looking for his next source of entertainment y/n. He didn't dislike her like he did the others. When he'd be with her, living at the bunker didn't seem as daunting.

He'd looked in her room, the garage, war room, even looked in the demon dungeon. His last stop the kitchen. He smirked the smell of gingerbread was promising. "y/n" he said in a singsong tone, turning the corner.

His smile faded she wasn't in there, however his other brother Gabriel was. "if you're looking for y/n you missed her she's just gone out." he said picking up a cookie from the cooling rack.

"I don't think she's happy you eating her cookies," lucifer said back. Before Gabriel could eat it, lucifer snapped his fingers making the cookie vanish and appearing back in the rack.

Gabe pulled his tongue at lucifer "your no fun, Lucy. Y/n wouldn't have noticed she's been baking all morning. She's out in the woods if you want her" he said before grabbing another cookie and running out with it.

After waiting ten minutes to see if she'd come back, lucifer decided to go find her. On his way to the door, he saw the Winchesters packing their duffels with weapons for a case. "we're going out can you two try not to destroy the place while we're gone" Dean said.

Lucifer rolled his eyes as Gabriel laughed "no promises" he joked walking to his room.

The last thing he heard before the door shut was Sam asking Dean if leaving the two wayward angel's alone was a good idea.

He started walking through the wooded area around the back of the bunker. He knows y/n liked to walk around here when things got too much inside. In fact, she'd gotten the devil to do it a few times when he and the Winchesters were almost about to kill one another.

He was almost at a clearing in the woods when heard a strange noise. Being curious he walked towards the tapping sound. Soon he found y/n, he couldn't help but frown watching her attack the tree with an axe.

You had decided for once you and everyone at the bunker were doing Christmas properly this year. After spending the morning baking different types of treats. but they would be for later if Gabriel hasn't eaten them all.

You had also gotten some decorations too now you needed a tree to decorate. After finding the perfect tree, you got an axe from the weapons cabinet and headed into the woods.

This was something you had done as a child. Your father would take you to the mountains and let you pick a tree and chop it down. Go home drink hot chocolate while decorating the tree and making gingerbread houses.

You had been to busy focused on the tree you hadn't heard Lucifer. "what are you doing?" he said behind you. The sudden voice made you jump and you hunter instincts kicked in. You lifted the ace to head hight while spinning on the spot. Lucifer's reflexes were faster, he caught the axe handle centimetres before it hit his head.

Panting a little from the shock, you looked at him confused "what are you doing here? I could have killed you." you snapped at him, pulling the axe from his grip.

He started to laugh, "do you really think you can kill me with that toy. Why are you using the tree as target practice?" he said looking confused.

You looked at him in surprise, "you've never seen anybody chop a tree Christmas tree before" you say, taking another swing at the tree.

He didn't answer so you looked over your shoulder at him. He stood silent, you could tell something was odd. That's when it hit you he probably didn't know what Christmas was.

"you don't know what Christmas is, do you?" you asked trying not to sound pitiful. Lucifer rolled his eyes "if your talking about the bible story let me correct you" he said taking a step forward, no doubt to give you a lecture on how bad his father is.

"Nope I'm not talking about that, yes Christmas is the birth of Jesus, I mean the spirit of Christmas. Ya know the trees, lights, food, gifts, kindness" you start to say. As you say kindness, Lucifer gave you his sassy look as to say you're talking to the devil.

You smiled "well I guess it's never too late to learn, come here," you say beckoning him towards you.

As he got closer you handed him the axe. If anyone else had seen you they would have thought you crazy giving the devil a weapon, however, you knew him better and trusted him not to try and kill you with it.

You stood behind him putting his body in the right position, guiding his arms down to swing at the tree. When you felt he had the hang of it you let go and took a few steps back. You watched him hack at the tree for a few minutes if you didn't have a crush on him you'd probably be scared by how effortlessly he swung the axe.

His human vessel started running out of stamina and his pace started to slow. He stopped and looked at you, "you know I could have this thing down with a snap of my fingers!" he said lifting his hand, readying his fingers to click.

"noooo," you say running a few steps to stop him. "I'm doing this the real way, the same way my dad taught me how" you day taking the axe.

Lucifer watched as you started chopping at the tree. He hadn't heard you talk about your family much only they had died a few years ago in a werewolf attack. He noticed how her swings got harder and more clumsy in their landing. He knew she was upset but trying not to show it. "so are you going to tell me the reason for cutting down a 'Christmas tree' as you called it?" he asked both to distract y/n and to actually find out what a Christmas tree was.

After explaining the tree was going back the bunker to be decorated. "as kids we're told Santa leaves gifts under the tree for anyone who has been good" you say watching as Lucifer had taken over the axe when you had gotten tired. You heard the sound of the tree cracking "okay that enough" tell him, pulling him out the way.

A few seconds and the tree quickly fell. You jumped and laughed at the echo of the bang it made hitting the ground. Walking over to start making a plan to get it back the bunker, you fell over an exposed tree root. Lucifer saved you by wrapping his arms around you. Instead of hitting the floor you hit his hard chest.

You didn't move, only looked up at him feeling your cheeks get hot with embarrassment. He continued to hold you stirring in your eyes.

You wanted to kiss him but you also didn't want to make a move without knowing if he'd kiss you back

Lucifer sensed the hold had be awkward. Part of him didn't want to but let go and quickly changed the subject "so how are you getting this thing back to the bunker" he asked. You didn't really have a plan when you came out here, all you brought was an axe and a wood trolley, which wasn't going to be big enough to fit a whole tree on.

In the end, you agreed to let Lucifer use his powers when it came to getting the tree back to the bunker. He magiced you both and tree to the war room. A loud bang sounded as the tree hit the floor. "Hey easy with my tree" you scolded him with a jokey tone.

After spending a few minutes choosing where it was going to go, you asked Lucifer to put it in its stand while you when to get some decorations.

Lucifer stood looking at still unsure of what they were actually doing but felt good helping her get it back. Lately, y/n hadn't smiled much but really her and the Winchesters were giving blow after blow waiting for a win to come their way.

You came in with two cups of hot chocolate, topped with cream and chocolate sauce. You could feel Lucifer watching as you unpacked the lights ready to go on first. You started laughing "I really can't believe this is your first Christmas," you say handing him one end of the white lights. "Take this end and start wrapping them around the tree" you instruct him.

He went to start in the middle you had to tell him from the top. You started putting lights and a spruce garland around the staircase bannister. Looking over to see how Lucifer was doing you couldn't help but laugh. He had managed to get himself tangled in the lights.

You go over as he's trying to say he's okay and doesn't need help. You didn't listen helping him out if the entanglement of lights he'd made. "I know your narasticic but you really don't need Christmas lights to shine" you joked.

You hadn't noticed him turn to face you until you looked up coming practically nose to nose.

"only for you" he whispered to himself but being so close you still heard.

This was all new for you, the feelings for the devil. You hadn't known him before, you had only heard the stories from Sam and Dean about everything they had dealt with. But meeting him you hadn't seen the evil side to him, in fact, you were 99% certain only you had seen Lucifer the way he was now carefree and with his devil persona hidden.

You didn't know what to say and shyness took over making you duck out from under his arm and free him from the lights. Lucifer didn't look bothered, he just smiled and said thanks before you both put the lights on the tree.

You got your drink knowing it would be cool enough to have now when you heard Lucifer say "I'll plug this in now!"

You jumped up almost spilling your hot chocolate pulling it off him "no the lights don't go on till the tree is finished and the rest of the decorating is done" you explain.

He frowned but did as you said. You were right this was his first Christmas and it was all new to him.

He walked to the table deciding he'd just copy everything you did now. So just like you, he picked up his drink, sipping away. As an angel he didn't have tease buds, meaning he didn't taste the chocolate or cream but drank it anyway hoping you wouldn't notice.

He found it strange how he'd go out of his way for her in small ways. Whether it was pretending to enjoy a meal or staying up all night watching TV when she couldn't sleep. Gabriel had teased him before about it saying he had a feeling for her but Lucifer argued back saying that was a human emotion so he couldn't possibly. After today after holding her, enjoying a human activity with her made him doubt everything the thought about feelings and emotions.

"Hey these baubles ain't gonna hang themselves, come on!" you shouted making him snap out whatever thought he was having. You started taking out the silver and blue baubles. Lucifer watched you hang the first two, he picked one up looking at it. It shined in the light and had a small bit of string.

"Just pick a branch and hang it," you say encouraging him to do it. Everyone he went to hang one he'd first if it was okay here at whatever branch he held the bauble by. It didn't take to long to get the tree finished. It would have taken less time if Lucifer hadn't been messing around.

"Hey y/n, do you think these earrings suit me?" he asked. When you turned around he had two silver giltter baubles hanging from his ears. Another Lucifer distraction came when he got a string of tinsel and wrapped it around you, as he did he used it to pull you closer. "I wanted to make you look festive," he said in a teasing tone with a flirty smile.

Soon all your work was complete and the bunker kinda looked like a grotto. Even fireplace had six stockings pinned into the wooden frame, each with everyone's initials on.

Lucifer still didn't understand the point of wasting 2 hours doing that to a tree but it made you happy. And even if he didn't understand the meaning he actually enjoyed it, "So what's next on your Christmas to-do list?" he asked.

You looked up smirking "gingerbread houses with Christmas movies" you answered. You both went into the kitchen collecting the biscuits you had baked this morning. Back in the war room, you set the ingredients I to separate bowls as Lucifer set up the TV and DVD.

When you were ready you started the movie marathon with your favourite Christmas film. The pair of you started your houses, it took you a few minutes to explain to Lucifer how to use the icing to glue the gingerbread together.

The movie you had seen a thousand times so you spent most of it concentrating on your house. You were laughing at him, his face screwed with concentration as he piped the icing. "who'd of thought I'd be spending Christmas eve making gingerbread houses with the devil" you said before stopping yourself.

He turned looking disappointed "isn't this what you want to we can do something else or I can leave you to it," he said half-heartedly.

You shook your head, "no" you said a little to fast. "I wanted to do this all December, I'm glad your here too. I just didn't think this would be your thing" you say hoping to cover your enthusiasm of wanting him here.

"well it's better than listening to Cas go on about something stupid and I got to play with an axe so it's not all bad," he said. You smiled at him picking back up your piping bag.

"however it does need an injection of fun!" Lucifer said.

As you looked up questioning how a fist full of icing sugar hit you in the face. You stood up with your mouth open in shock. Lucifer took one look at the white patch on your face and bust out laughing at his handy work." oh you think that's funny" you say squinting pink icing at him. He tried to block your attack with one hand while grabbing a fist full of sweets to throw at you. Soon enough a food fight broke out.

In a matter of ten minutes, the room looked like a sugared bombsite. You and Lucifer laid on the floor laughing and panting out of breath. "Sam and Dean are going to kill us," you say sitting up seeing the damage around, thinking how could you ever get it all clean before the boys where back. You heard a click behind you, turning to see Lucifer with his hands up smiling at you. As you looked back around all the mess had gone the sweets were back in the bowls and both houses completed.

"I so need that power then it comes to doing the dishes" you joked before saying thanks. It wasn't often Lucifer used his powers, especially as they weren't fully restored yet.

Lucifer watched as you got up and left the room. He hadn't felt so happy before, he started thinking maybe he should tell y/n how he feels or whatever it was he was feeling about her. His thoughts stopped as you came back in with two heavy looking bin bags.

"is the next tradition burying a body?" he joked as he helped you pull them into the room.

"Nope," you say popping the p sound. "this is everyone's Christmas presents," you say with a big smile pound you'd kept them all hidden.

You started filling up the stockings with small gifts leaving the others under the tree.

Lucifer was stunned to see a couple for him "you got me a gift" he said sound puzzled. He hadn't had a gift before unless you counted the mark or being tossed out of hell. So naturally, he hadn't thought about them before. He certainly hadn't expected anyone on earth to get him one.

Of course, I did, Christmas is about giving to your loved ones and you come into that category so yeah I got you something like I did for everyone else " you say smiling up at him.

The words loved ones hit Lucifer like a brick. Did that mean she had feelings for him too? or was she just being kind? like she always is. The questions ran through his mind like a wave. He hadn't noticed that he hadn't spoken or moved in a few minutes.

You stood up, seeing him deep in thought. "you okay?" you ask gently touching his arm. Lucifer jumped a little making you giggle, had you just scared the devil? Lucifer nodded smiling down at you.

As you looked up you noticed a piece of mistletoe hanging above him. Taking it as the perfect opportunity for you to try and kiss him. Standing on your tiptoes you lightly pressed your lips to his.

Lucifer froze. He didn't know what to say. "what was that for?" he asked when your heels landed back on the floor.

You kinda felt embarrassed, he didn't look like he enjoyed it. "mistletoe" you say pointing up at the plant. "if two people are under it they kiss" you say before trying to walk away fast.

Lucifer smiled saying "oh, and here was me thinking you wanted to kiss me," said. You stopped and looked at him. You couldn't tell if he looked sad or not, without meaning to say it aloud "I did" you whispered.

You felt your arm being pulled, the unexpected force pulled you back into him. "good because so have I for a while now" he said before kissing you. This kiss wasn't weird like the peck you gave him, it was passionate and heated and everything you had both wanted.

When you stopped you didn't know what to say, the bell of the clock behind rang meaning it was midnight. "merry Christmas" you said making you both laugh.

"Merry Christmas y/n," he said back before kissing you again. "I guess I'm gonna have to keep this mistletoe with me at all times if I get kisses like that" he joked.

You shook your head laughing, "you don't need mistletoe just to kiss me" you say back. With that, he smirked picking you up and carrying you to the couch. The pair of you laid there kissing and cuddling watching Christmas movies until you both fell asleep.

Hours later, Sam, Dean and cas came back. To their surprise the bunker was fully decorated "looks like y/n had fun" Sam said looking at the lights and tree.

"Sam! Look presents" Dean said running over to see what ones were for him. Before Sam had to pull him away reminding him of how he can't open them till you were there.

"I don't know I'm surprised with more the gifts or decorations," cas said still looking around the rooms.

"how about the two turtledoves on the couch," Gabriel said appearing out of nowhere. Cas looked at him confused but looked to where Gabe was pointing.

On the couch was Lucifer and y/n cuddled up asleep with a blanket wrapped around them. "well it's about time" Dean said. Sam looked at him "what I'm sick of her giving him the puppy dog eyes" Dean added.

"let's leave them be," Gabriel said ushering them out the room. He turned at took one last look, hoping finally his brother will be happy and y/n will be the one to show how to be.

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[lordofthenerds97]

Hey there! Can I request a ship pleeeeease? I'm 20, tallish, short, curly hair, and sometimes wear glasses. I love cartoons, art, and reading. I'm super OCD and have a lot of anxiety. I can be super awkward but also outgoing. I'm extremely sarcastic and have a short and explosive temper. I'm extremely protective of my friends and family. I love being outside and anything to do with nature!

Of course you can, hun!

I ship you with...

Alexei!

You were on your way to visit your Uncle Jim. You were supposed to stay with him and your cousin El for three weeks 

He hadn’t been answering his phone for the last couple days, but nonetheless, you were on your way to Hawkins. You didn’t have anything to worry about. Right?

The top to your Camaro was down as you drove the sunny roads, letting the wind blow through your curly hair as you hummed to the mixtape your brother made you

You took your eyes off the road briefly to grab your cherry slushie and push up your aviators

When you looked back up, you let out a scream and slammed on the brakes, dropping your drink and whipping the wheel around

When you finally stopped, there were skid marks all over the road and your car was then turned sideways

You had a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel as you sat there, breathing heavily and trying not to panic

“What the he**?”

You heard your door being ripped open and you felt a hand on your arm 

“Y/N?”

You looked over to your Uncle, who looked a little worse for wear

“Uncle Jimmy?” you choked

He pulled out of the car and into his arms where you let out a sob, hugging him tightly 

“It’s okay, Y/N. I got you.”

“But...but...”

He shushed you and began threading his fingers through your curls, something he knew calmed you down when you were on the verge of losing it

You hugged him tightly and let your tears stain his floral shirt

“Hop?” 

He turned slightly at the sound of Joyce’s voice

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” the woman asked as she rushed towards you. She took one look at the scene and then glared at Hopper

“That’s a good question, Joyce,” he said. “What are you doing up here, kiddo?”

“I...I was supposed to visit...you and El...” you managed to squeak

He let out a frustrated sigh and ran his hands through his hair, cursing under his breath

“Did you forget?”

He let out another curse which made you smile softly, still being held by Joyce 

You sniffed and wiped your nose on the sleeve of your rolled up flannel before taking off your glasses that were now askew. “What are you guys doing out here?”

The panic was slowly subsiding and you were able to think rational thoughts

“My jeep broke down...the engine might have exploded.”

You rolled your eyes at him

“Would you mind giving us a ride?”

You nodded and gestured to the car. “Go ahead. I don’t think I’m going to drive for a while.”

“Good. Smirnoff! Get over here!”

You winced at how loud his voice was and almost let out a yelp when another man emerged from the woods

He was handcuffed and wore a small frown as he approached

His eyes settled on you and his expression changed completely. “Is she hurt?” 

Hopper rolled his eyes. “You know I can’t understand you.”

“Hurt?” he tried again, his voice slow and unsure as he gestured to your shaking and tear filled form

“No, she’s okay.” Joyce said before Hop could answer

“Who’s this?” you asked nervously, hugging your arms around your middle

He took a few steps closer to you and inclined his head. “Alexei,” he said

You grinned. “I’m Y/N.”

“A pleasure, Y/N.” he said with a smile 

And that was how you were cajoled into helping them get to Illinois

Joyce gave you the rundown as Hopper drove. You were sitting in the back, content with Alexei while you dug your sketchbook out of your purse

It was something that always helped to settle your raging mind

Alexei watched curiously as your hand moved across the paper

After a few moments of him staring, you shifted a little closer so he could see what you were doing

He watched for a few more minutes before he spoke up. “Pretty...”

You grinned at him while Jim glared at you both from the rearview mirror. “Hey, Smirnoff, quit trying to flirt with my niece.”

When you finally got to where you were going, Jim tossed the keys back to you and led your small group up to a warehouse. After introducing yourselves and Hopper telling the man to open up, the door opened with a bang

You let out a screech at the gun that was suddenly swiveling between you and Alexei

You let out an annoyed growl soon after, placing your hands on your hips

“Listen here, son. I don’t know who the he** you are or where the he** I am. What I do know, is that I’ve had a rough day. I almost ran over my uncle, had a panic attack in the road, spent the afternoon dealing with the sexual tension between those two, and now, I have a freaking gun in my face. I’m certainly not in the mood for this s***, and I don’t need this kind of energy. So if you kindly get that gun out of my face, I will consider not breaking your arm in three places.”

Everyone looked at you in surprise. You had walked towards the man with the gun as you let out an angry rant, even shoving your finger in his chest when he was pressed up against the wall

He looked between you and the other two, raising an eyebrow. “I like her. Come in.”

You crossed your arms as you followed the group into the warehouse that he apparently called his home

“What’s your name, kid?”

“Y/N.”

“That was a he** of a speech, Y/N. Did you ever consider joining-”

“Leave my niece alone, Murray.”

About an hour passed and Murray set you and Alexei in front of the TV, which was playing Looney Tunes. You were happy to oblige until he opened his mouth

He had to make a snarky comment

“Have fun kids. The adults need to have a conversation.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Then you might want to stay here, Murray. I don’t think Uncle Jim would take too kindly to you eavesdropping on their conversation.”

He let out a snort and ignored you as he walked away. You, on the other hand, smirked triumphantly

You had found a bobby pin in your purse and quickly undid the cuffs that held Alexei, to which he was grateful

The two of you got to know each other as best you could, despite the language barrier

But when Hop tried to get him to talk, Alexei wouldn’t open his mouth. Without a few demands being met, of course

And you were perfectly happy to put your order in

An hour later, he reappeared with some slurpees, and food from Burger King. You happily began sipping on your own drink before taking out some fries

As soon as Alexei took a drink, he scowled, making you laugh at his expression

“It’s strawberry.” 

Murray quickly translated and Hop tried his best to stay calm as he explained, “There was no more Cherry. Y/N got the last one.”

And with that, you glanced over at Alexei as Murray translated. His features softened, but you took the drink from him and replaced it with your own. You took a sip and broke into a smile. “Good thing I like strawberry too.”

And that was it

From that moment on, Alexei was smitten with you

Anything else they asked him to do, as long as you were around, he willingly did it

He did it because he knew you cared. You did your best to accomodate him, even if it wasn’t exactly to your advantage. You listened to what he had to say and Murray was rather helpful when it came to understanding each other

You learned a few Russian words along the way, your favorite being придурок, which meant dork

That evening, Murray was dividing places to sleep. “Joyce, you can have the spare bedroom, Hopper, you can take the living room, and Y/N and Alexei can share the pullout.”

You raised an eyebrow at the connotations Murray was suggestion, to which he just grinned

You huffed and grabbed your duffel from the car, knowing you had some pjs with you. Alexei probably wasn’t going to be comfortable in slacks and a button down shirt, so you threw him a pair of large drawstring sweats

He looked at you in surprise as you walked out of the room to change

When you got back, you tapped on the door, waiting to hear his quiet voice

“Yes?”

You stepped back inside, your baggy shirt covering the short shorts you wore

He was standing in front of the couch, trying to figure out how to get the bed out

You laughed at his confused expression before walking over and pushing his bare arm to get him out of the way

You pulled the bed out of the couch and he watched in what you would call wonder

He grabbed a pillow. “You take the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.” 

Though you didn’t understand what he said, you knew what he meant when he began to make a small bed on the floor. You rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand, guiding him back to the bed

“As long as you’re not a bed hog, we can share.”

He grinned at you as you made yourself comfortable before settling down beside you. “Goodnight, little one.”

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[lopez-richter-fangirl]

I remember during one of the first wayward guide streams someone mentioned Diane and Joey said "Diane is Lauren...'s dog" with so much hesitation and it made me so sad. I'm so happy he posts about her all the time now!

I don’t think I ever watched the first few streams properly (this bitch didn’t even know who TCB were until a bit into the campaign) I have to go back at some point. But yes!! Even in my head she was ‘Lauren’s dog’ for so long even though I knew she was his too, because it was Lauren who always posted about her. But now Joey does too and calls himself her dad and it makes my heart 🥰🥰🥰

[ellohcee]

I'm not sure if you've done it already, but I was curious if you could do the #19 -- Candle prompt. Something like a Marichat -gone/going-Adrienette ship, following the balcony seen in Glaciator. Adrien getting more attracted towards Marinette, trying to make a move or two as both himself AND Chat. Love your works!

Hoho, this is an interesting one. It took me a few days, but I think I know where to go with this. And since I don’t want to rush it, this will come in multiple parts. Hope you like it so far!

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50 Prompts

#19 - Candle

Miraculous Ladybug

Prompt List

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Curiosity, As They Say (Part 1/?)

Adrien stared at thewall, frowning at it for all he was worth, as if hoping it wouldsolve all of life’s mysteries. If he could peel back the paint, thedrywall, the supports, he could surely find his answer deep withinthe recesses.

He did not.

He made a clickingsound with his tongue, bouncing his leg in an agitated manner withoutrealizing he was doing it.

“Kid, please, youneed to relax, you’re stressing me out,” Plagg complained fromhis spot on the bed. “All that nervous energy, I feel that youknow.”

“Plagg, who do youthink Marinette likes?” he asked suddenly, not at all acknowledgingthe Kwami’s complaint. This kid.

“Cheese andcrackers,” Plagg sighed under his breath, silently asking Tikki forstrength. She was the patient one, she liked to guide these waywardsouls in times of crisis. Plagg just wanted to eat cheese. “I don’tknow, why don’t you ask her?” he replied sweetly, resting hischeek on one paw and watching his human with slit eyes. He’d toldthe kid from the get-go not to reveal his identity to anyone,including Ladybug, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t unknowinglyfraternize.

Although if Adrienwalked up to the girl and just flat out asked who she liked it wouldprobably send her into cardiac arrest. Okay, yeah, not the best idea.They were too young, too stupid, too naive.

“You know what, Iwill,” Adrien said suddenly, as if he’d been struck byinspiration, an excited look on his face. Oh geez.

“No, kid, I didn’tmean for you to actually-”

“Plagg, transformme!”

Rude, I was stilltalking, Plagg thought bitterlyas he was sucked into the ring, vowing to destroy something ofAdrien’s once they were back home. Something small, he wouldn’tfind it right away.

ChatNoir ghosted from his bedroom window and out into the night, headingtowards the familiar bakery. Ithad been a couple days since the Akuma attack involving Marinette, soit would be a viable excuse to go over there and check up on her,make sure she was okay.

Chatspotted something and hopped a few rooftops over, suddenly realizingwith embarrassment he’d never cleaned up all the candles. The rosepetals he’d strategically scattered had been carried off by thewind, but the rest of the items remained. He would remember thistime, but first, Marinette. He picked up one of the candles and thepacket of matches before jumping over to her balcony. He set thecandle on her table and lit a match, holding it carefully against thewick until it caught.

Thehero peered over at the trap door window, seeing her light was on. Hecould hear movement within, and if he wasn’t mistaken, the sound ofa sewing machine. He smiled, Marinette sure was a hard worker, it wasgetting late and she was working on some project of hers. He walked alittle closer, tapping softly on the window. The sound of the machinestilled, so he took his opportunity with a flair of his caliber.

“Butsoft, what light through yonder window breaks?” he called, and heheard footsteps as she walked over to the ladder. “It is the east,”he continued, and with perfect timing, Marinette appeared through thewindow and he gestured grandly at her. “And Marinette is the sun!”

Lookingwary but amused, Marinette gave him a smile of greeting. “Romeo!”she said in mock surprise. “To what do I owe the sudden visit?”

“Why,I wanted to make sure this Princess was faring well after our lastAkuma encounter,” Chat replied theatrically. “Might this Cataguesteal a moment of your time?”

Marinettechuckled softly, leaning the window back against the wall andclimbing out. “Well, I have to admire your dedication to the bit,added points for improv,” she praised, placing hands on her hips.“Although I have to make asuggestion, you shouldbe Juliet. The House of Catulethas a better ring, don’t you think?”

Chat’sgrin was immediate, both for the pun-about and for missing theobvious. “A very good point, I am quite fair myself,” he teased,placing one hand to his chest in a classic fair-maiden pose. “Wellalright my Romeo, wellness check!” he announced, clapping his handstogether. “Are you traumatized? Are you house-ridden? Do you needtherapy? Because I’m a great listener.”

Marinettegiggled, pushing him on the shoulder. “You’re such a dork. No,I’m not traumatized. Isthat your big wellness check?”

“That’spart one,” Chat amended, holding up a single digit to correct her.“Now, part two is uh, a bit out of the norm, but I can’t help butwonder…” he said, trailing off as she watched him curiously. “Areyou… still heartbroken?” he asked carefully, making her eyes gowide.

“Oh!Um, kind of?” Marinette hedged nervously, rubbing one arm as theconversation took a turn. She hadn’t expected him to bring that up.“I mean, I’ve moved on from the particular event, you… caughtme on a bad day,” she admitted. “But other than that, things arethe same,” she sighed.

Chat frowned. He felt bad bringing up the subject, it was clearly a soreone in general, but he was curious. Relentlessly.

Andcuriosity, as they say…

“Sothis guy…” he said warily, seeing a blush rise to her cheeks.“Did he reject you?” he asked.

“No,”Marinette said, shaking her head softly. “I haven’t told him.”

“Sohe’s just oblivious,” Chat finished matter-of-factly.

Tikki,who was hiding just out of sight beyond the window, sighed and shookher head. Oh Chat, if only you knew, shethought to herself with a chuckle.

Backon the balcony, Marinette hedged on an answer. She didn’t thinkthat was fair, to put it so bluntly like that. “It’s more like…When I try to tell him, or even talk to him, I come off as a hugedork,” she winced. “It’s really not his fault, I just can’t…I can’t…” she trailed off in defeat, heaving a sigh.

Chatfrowned, hating to see his friend so sad. “Maybe I can help, who isit? I could go talk to him.”

Marinette’sface froze in shock as she whipped her head up to look at him withwide eyes. “No. No. No no no. I have enough friends trying to setme up with him and it never ends well, so don’t even think about italley cat.”

“Okayokay, I’ll butt out,” he relented, laughing at the perturbed lookon her face. “How about a little coaching then?

“Coaching?”she repeated skeptically, on the verge of laughter for reasons hecouldn’t comprehend. “What, you’re a dating expert?”

Thehero blinked, scratching at the side of his face with one carefulclaw. “Er, well, no. But! I am a guy!” he said suddenly, as ifthat made up for everything. “So I do know a bit about howthey think,” he added in victoriously.

“Abit?” Marinette said dryly, humor in her voice showing through hereyes as well. “That’s comforting.”

“I’mserious,” Chat pouted. “I hate to see you sad over this fool.”

“He’snot a fool Chat,” Marinette warned, despite the smile on her face.

“Heis if he’s blind to your feelings, any guy would be lucky to haveyou in love with him!” the hero exclaimed, a little too loudly. Ittook him a few seconds, but the pink on her face made him considerwhat he’d said, and Chat blushed, feeling his heart thump a littlein embarrassment for the outburst. “It’s true,” he coughed.

Marinettefiddled with her hands, trying to distract herself from the warmth inher cheeks. “So let me ask you this, we barely know each other,”she said carefully, eyes flickering to him briefly and catching anodd look on his face. “Why do you want to help me?”

Okay.He had to be strategic here. How did he tell her without revealingtoo much? Even being incredibly vague, it could totally blow up inhis face if she thought on in too much. But he couldn’t dismiss itas a ‘hero thing.’ Heroes didn’t meddle in people’s lovelives, that was definitely not in his job description, and she wouldsmell his lie in an instant. She was a smart one.

Chatlet out a little puff of air, wondering how much trouble he was goingto get into for this. “Okay, well, let’s just say…hypothetically, we’re… less strangers than you realize.”

Marinette’shead whirled around again in his direction so fast she felt whiplash,heart beating quicker all the sudden. “What?” she asked in shock,blinking. “You mean-”

“Notso loud,” he pleaded, holding a hand out towards her. The girlimmediately covered her mouth with one hand, looking embarrassed.“Don’t think on it too much, okay? It’s for your safety. Anddon’t- I mean, I don’t know when you’d get the chance- butdon’t tell Ladybug, okay?” he pleaded.

“Ohyes- I mean, no, of course I won’t tell her,” Marinette promised,feeling a little guilty because Ladybug already knew, she had a frontrow seat, but she couldn’t tell him that. “Well, um, okay then.”

“Okay?”he repeated, surprised. “So you’ll let me- I can try to helpyou?”

Marinettesighed, realizing this probably was a bad idea on some level, butfinding she couldn’t say no to him on this one. Him and those damnkitten eyes. “Yeah, okay, nothing crazy though, no feeding meadvice through and earpiece or anything,” she mumbled.

Chat’sbreath caught loudly and he started choking on a laugh, causingMarinette to give him a look that was a mixture of concern andconfused. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,I’m super!” he replied, bouncing back even as he got hisbreathing under control. “Okay princess, I’m going to get out ofyour hair for now since it’s getting late, but we’ll get startedon a game plan in a few days. Is Thursday alright? I could stop byaround 8?”

“Sure,”Marinette nodded. “I’ll have some snacks ready for you asthanks,” she teased, earning a look at amazement from Chat.

“Princess,this boy is going to fall so hard for you, he won’t knowwhat hit him,” he ‘tsk’ed, plucking the candle off the table andholding it out to her. “Until then, let this candle be your shiningbeacon of hope in the dark!” he said theatrically, and sheimmediately burst out laughing.

“Youare such a dork,” she exclaimed around her laughter, takingthe candle from him and wiping at her eye with the other hand. “Okayfair maiden, I can’t take anymore of you tonight, so I’ll see youThursday.”

“Untilthen, my Romeo,” Chat replied with a grand bow, before extendinghis staff and vaulting away into the night.

Shestood watching him a with a fond grin, and after a moment Tikki flewout from the bedroom below, hovering in front of Marinette and givingher a look. “So, I’m assuming you heard all of that,” Marinettetutted, eyeing her Kwami as she prepared to hear why this was a badidea.

“Ofcourse,” Tikki chirped happily. “I think it’s sweet.”

Marinette’seyebrows drew together, wondering why Tikki didn’t have somewarning against this, some words of wisdom. And why did she look so…evil? “You’re plotting,” she said flatly.

“What?Why, of course not!” the Kwami denied, looking mortally offended.“I just think it’s nice of him to be so concerned.”

Notat all convinced, Marinette sighed and blew out the candle, bringingit with her as she headed inside.

Shewas already regretting this.

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[gotta-get-back-to-hatchetfield]

I have no idea why but everytime I try to picture eudora patch from tua my brain just pictures madison reynolds for some reason and maybe I need to rewatch tua. anyways have you ever had a time where you kept picturing the wrong character?

So Id actually completely forgotten about Patch (much like Diego in season 2 -_-) until I read this! This is particularly shocking because I literally saw season 1 three times in a row (I got dumped midway through S1 so I thought just watching it on loop seemed like a rational response)

Imagine if she's still alive in the new timeline thing they've got going on and forms a polycule with Diego and lila

Back to the original question yes omg I do this all the time! I can't think of any examples off the top of my head but so many characters I am just fully imagining a different character

(Also so excited for wayward guide to come round on rewatchers I'm saving my rewatch for then)

[thenickelportrust]

djfkdksl,, do you think we could get a sneak peek/drabble of a ricky kiss with a taller mc? because it seems it'll be a while before we get it in the game and i'm just super curious -- previous person

Technically I made a promise not to write any more shorts before updates are done… but today has been a li’l more stressful for me so I kinda wanted to relax and I’m gonna break this promise for the purpose of relaxation.

So, it’s a li’l vague, cause of possible spoilers, but here you go! (This entire week has just been a Ricky week for me and now it’s almost gonna be weird to have to go in and write with other character’s voices like dang, boy, way to take up an entire week.)

You readjust the wig in the mirror for the fifth time. You’re sure that nobody will recognize you, being a bit of a nobody yourself, but the danger is less that they see who you really are and more that they don’t see who you’re supposed to  be. You pull the card out of the jacket pocket once more, Eli Finelli- black hair, green eyes, and completely plain-looking despite their important status. But it’s that good ole Regular Doe aesthetic of theirs that made them an easy target for impersonation. Sure, the contacts are just about as uncomfortable as a gunwound in the shoulder, and sure, the wig itches like a whole herd of bugs have decided to throw a parade atop your skull, and sure everything about this outfit of his reeks of the Desert Pine Oasis mini-cologne bottle that they keep in their lapel but other than that it’s fine… 

What even is a ‘Desert Pine Oasis’, anyway?

From the smell you’d be more likely to label it ‘Someone Took a Big Bowl of Orange Juice and Just Dumped A Whole Lotta Lemons in It, Then Set It On Fire’. But, sure, ‘Desert Pine Oasis’ works well, too.

A quick buzz against the suite’s bathroom sink shows a blinking alert on the timer you set before the party starts.

You take a deep breath of the illogical landmass cologne and brace yourself against the sink. “Five minutes. In and out. You didn’t go through the trouble of tricking Finelli just to give in now. You can do this.” With that, you set a timer on your phone, five minutes, just like you said. All you need is to get close to Denise Washington, slip her the note, and run before anybody recognizes that you… aren’t you.

Five minutes.

Simple, right?

It seems so at first, at least. When you’re in the elevator and everything is quiet and peaceful, filled with just the metallic grinding noise of machinery and the soft, subtle jazz tunes that ironically don’t actually come from the elevator itself, but get louder and louder as you approach the bottom floor. The high-pitched ding, however, definitely comes from the elevator itself, and then…

Then everything gets a lot less simple.

You force a smile through the glaring, flashing, seizure-inducing lightshow that is the press, herded like animals between a series of velveteen ropes. The photographers stretch their arms out as far over the boundaries as they can before a gold-suited security guard inevitably shoves the offending limbs back into the line… is this what you must look like on the job? Ravenous- almost beastial with a kind of unhinged hunger for even just the blurriest of shots.

“That’s Eli Finelli!” Well, at least they’ve given you a kind of confirmation that the disguise works. “Eli!” “Finelli, over here!” “How does it feel to be invited back to Ms. Washington’s soiree after you split?” “Eli! What designer are you wearing?” “Any comment on the Igneous-fiasco?” “What are the plans for reconstruction?” “Eli Finelli!”

The combined pressure of light and sound assaulting your senses quickly gathers a migraine, it becomes harder and harder to force a smile through the thick layers of dizzying pictures and camera-clicks. You feel the need to loosen the bowtie around your neck. You feel like you can’t breathe. Like you’re suffocating under all this social weight. Struggling desperately to keep yourself from gasping and passing out, you try to think of something, anything, any point of clarity to help you answer this onslaught of questions. As if searching for an answer your eyes dart frantically towards the already-passing train of other VIPs in front of you, many of whom have congregated just outside the spotlight- a safe distance away from the intrusive inquiries while still being able to soak up all the glittering, front-page attention. A few of whom look upon you and the other slowly trickling-out fashionably-late-comers with grim grins of amusement. Among them-

Is that…

Ricky?

He stands there, looking politely disinterested in all the happenings around him, with his back turned to the press- and to you, chatting with an older woman in an expensive-looking suit who has long grey streaks running through her fluffed-back black hair. You squander the urge to call out to him- for all you know he and Finelli could be rivals, after all, and you can’t risk him recognizing you… But even just seeing him seems to calm your racing heart. Somehow, the screams seem less loud, and the camera bulbs shine less glaringly bright. When you turn to the others, you can smile with more ease. You can practically hear Ricky’s voice in your head- calm, assertive, collected. 

You pause in your step, surveying the crowd with your hands confidently placed on the sides of your belt as you’ve seen Finelli stand in press photos. “What a lovely crowd gathered here tonight,” You can see his charming smile, perfectly even and poised, you’ve practically memorized that quirk of his lips, and that makes it easy to mimic, “I’m afraid I don’t have time to answer all your questions right now. Besides, tonight to celebrate Denise- not myself! Please, friends, wait for an official report or hearing, and then I’ll  be happy to supply. But for now, let’s focus on the hostess, shall we?”

When you walk away, they call at your back, but you can barely hear them. Instead you find your eyes continually flickering towards Ricky, who you can now see wears a weary look of exhaustion whenever his face is turned from the cameras. Subconsciously you can feel your feet trying to guide you over towards him, but you school yourself into walking a straight line. Denise Washington, you just have to find…

You subconsciously glance over to him one more time- and one time was enough, because at that moment Ricky looks up from the ground and spots you over the shoulder of his companion. You freeze up, and the person behind you nearly crashes into your back as you try and fail to tear your eyes away. Ricky’s gaze narrows, and you watch as his expression shifts between varying levels of confusion.

You should look away. If you look away and fade into the crowd right now he won’t recognize you. You’ll just be another face in the crowd. You can do what you came here for and-

Too late. His eyes quickly go wide with surprise and you can see by the sheer shock painted across his face that he’s either recognized you, or seen a ghost… Then again, maybe you could count as both right now. He turns to the woman, says something quick and quiet before walking away from her- towards you.

Which is your cue to get outta there.

You try to slip into the crowd, in fact, you make it two ‘Excuse Me’s’ and one ‘Pardon’ deep before a hand catches your arm. Turning brings you face to face with a very confused, and, if it were at all possible, even more surprised Ricky Dempsey.

The idea of trying to keep up the charade is briefly considered and quickly set aside, he’s got you and trying to play it off would only make you look more suspicious. Still, you can’t risk being exposed. “Mr. Dempsey! What a pleasure to see you,” You turn around and grasp his hand in what might appear to any onlooker as a friendly handshake. “It’s really been so long, how I’d love to catch up in private sometime.” You give Ricky a pleading look, hoping against hope he gets the message.

Ricky, for his part, recovers quickly, and that practiced smile you’d imitated just moments before spreads over his lips. “If it isn’t Eli Finelli,” You practically sigh in relief. “What an… absolute surprise to run into you here. I must say, I almost didn’t recognize you at first…”

“Ah, yes, well, it’s been quite a while.” You wave the comment away quickly, “Now, as lovely as it is to see you I should really be greeting our dearest hostess.”

But he doesn’t let go of your hand… and you can’t say you aren’t reluctant to force him to do so. 

“Come now, Finelli, it’s been too long for you to just… run off, like that.” Ricky counters, “Why don’t we… have a little chat, first?”

He squeezes your hand, almost imperceptibly, and you… You just sigh, “Alright.” and speak in your own voice, instead of the fake, high-and-mighty accent you’ve been putting on for Finelli. 

“Fantastic,” Ricky also seems to lose a little of his grandeur, but his is quickly recovered with a clearing of the throat, and too-slow-for-others but somehow too-soon-for-you release of your palm as he adjusts his tie instead. “Follow me. I know somewhere a bit… quieter.” He seems to completely lose his façade for a moment, nearly tossing a wayward glare to the press before he remembers that the two of you are in public- and that Ricky’s got as much a disguise to keep up as you do. With that same, strained smile he guides you almost effortlessly through the crowd. You can’t help but notice that people seem to part for him, even when they don’t realize it all it takes is a calculated wave of the hand and they’ll step aside with laughing apologies. Soon, the two of you stand in front of one of the gaudy-gold-clad bouncers, but Ricky flashes an invitation and speaks a few words too quick for you to catch- and the guard steps aside. He waves for you to follow him into what appears to be a previously-closed off ballroom in the hotel’s lobby, the guard meant to keep you out even holds the door open for the two of you as you enter. By the time you look back- the door has already been slammed shut once more.

“How the hell did you manage that?” You try not to sound very impressed as you turn around to Ricky with a relaxed smile on your face. Already the quiet that the sealed room provides makes it easier to breathe, alleviating some of the tension between your shoulder blades. Ricky, however, looks just as tense as he was outside. He leans stiffly against one of the tables, arms folded and lips pressed into a thin line while he stares you down. 

When you meet his eyes, he looks to the floor. “I could ask you the same thing.” He sighs deeply, and finally looks your way, “Do I even want to know why you’re dressed like Eli Finelli?”

Several excuses go through your head. Several excuses that would all be fairly logical and easy-to-explain. Several excuses that would probably be a lot better, and a lot smarter, than what you actually do- but you’re tired. Tired from this case and all the strain it’s put on you, and tired from having to keep up all these pretenses. You can barely remember the last time you had a quiet moment with Ricky, and part of you is happy that he’s just messed up your entire plan. Happy that he’s standing there, leaning against the table in one of his fancier suits, the bright, empty ballroom light falling across his face at a slant that makes the shadows look even more prominent by his nose and under his chin, looking as impeccable as always- if not a little moreso for the fancy occaison, though you practically didn’t think it was possible.

So you do the illogical thing, you grin and saunter towards him with a sly chirp to your voice, “What? This not your kinda thing?”

Ricky does his best to look surprised and annoyed that you just very obviously sidestepped his question, but even you can see the smirk tugging valiantly at the corners of his lips, “Not quite, no.” Ricky shrugs, looking a bit more relaxed as he settles into an easy banter. You’re practically toe to toe with him now, bright, icy blue eyes that seem uncharacteristically warm to for the color, “I think I much prefer you without the disguise.”

For all your grandiose speech and setup, the quick compliment catches you off guard, and the most you can reply with is a less-than-intelligible “Uh…” Followed by the brilliant quick recovery of “Thanks?” And what will inevitably amount to at least a week of crippling self-shame and embarrassment-fueled regret.

At least Ricky seems to get a kick out of it, a quiet, almost sarcastic snort slipping out as he tries to keep from laughing. Tries, that is, and fails.

“Well, wow, Ricky, you don’t have to laugh at me for it…” You grumble, but inevitably find yourself holding back a giggle-fit as well. Ricky pushes himself off the table, and suddenly the two of you are nose-to-nose and you’re watching those bright blue eyes of his once more. Almost subconsciously you reach a hand up and wrap it around the side of his jacket, grabbing onto it with a bit more stress than intended. Though you say nothing your gaze flickers down once towards his lips before being caught up again in his stare. The slightest of nods and you begin to lean down and-

Ricky steps away, nearly making you stumble forward into the table. “Well, now, I suppose I wouldn’t want to keep you from… whatever story all this requires.” You just manage to catch yourself, fingers slipping from his coat as he walks away, straightening his tie. He glances back at you, with a smug, self-satisfied smirk as you give him a shocked and frankly disappointed frown. 

“Oh, you’re cruel, you know that?”

Ricky chuckles, this time unrestrained, as he turns back towards you. It’s a rare and happy sound, one that you’re proud to say you’ve only ever really heard while you’re around. In a moment you feel his hands reach up and cup around the sides of your jaw, tugging you down as he stretches up to press his lips to yours. Again, he catches you off guard, as you’ve no doubt he was intending to do. Still, you use what you can to your advantage, wrapping your arms around him and lifting him ever so slightly to get a better angle. You savor the familiar feeling, and for a moment allow yourself to forget that you’re wearing someone else’s skin right now. Because now, you can feel like yourself once more- slipping back into a well-known comfort as all the stress and pressure and fear of discovery melts away until it’s just you and Ricky in this empty room. You close your eyes, and then even the unfamiliar room fades away- until all you feel, all you know for this brief moment in time, is that comforting, easy bliss.

When he pulls away, setting back down on his own feet, you’re still reluctant to let go. “How else am I supposed to keep up with you?” He asks in a quiet whisper, afraid to break the almost sacred silence. Your eyes flutter open slowly, letting time and place wash back in at a relaxed pace. Even then, the reminders of where you are only seem to make your grip tighten on the back of his jacket. Ricky’s eyes flicker around your face for a moment, “I wasn’t lying when I said I prefer you without all this. It feels… odd… when you don’t look like, well, you.”

You laugh, a little bitterly, “That makes two of us.”

Sadly, Ricky steps away- for real this time- and you feel a quiet pang as your hands slip away from him. “Well, then, perhaps I can help.”

“Help?” You speak the word slowly, each letter accented with confusion.

“Of course. You mentioned you were here to see Denise Washington, correct? Well, you may look the part of Eli Finelli but in the end, you aren’t them…”

“Your faith in my skills is remarkable.”

Ricky rolls his eyes “Oh, come now, it’s no comment on you. Finelli and Washington were lovers for quite some time and, as I’m sure we’ve established, it’s fairly easy to pick someone you care about apart from the crowd.”

“Lovers, eh?” You pass him a sly smile. “You saying you in love with me, Dempsey?”

Ricky coughs, and his hands- of course- reach up to run through his hair, a slight red tinting the edge of his ears, “That wasn’t the point and you know it.”

“But it was a point, wasn’t it?”

“Do you want my help to convince Denise Washington or not?”

You feign a bow, “Why, Mr. Dempsey, I would be delighted to have you accompany me on this grand night.”

“No amount of my help will save you if you keep acting like that.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Please don’t.” Ricky sighs heavily, shaking his head. “You may have a story to complete but I’d still enjoy keeping my reputation as it is as well, if you don’t mind.”

Your grin falls, “Right… reputation, of course.”

Ricky catches your look and glances away, he’s silent for a moment, arms once again crossed across his chest as he shrugs, “Before we go, I… suppose I should let you know- despite how… disruptive your visit is, this was, perhaps, the most enjoyable part of tonight.” The corner of his lip tilts upwards in a lopsided, crooked smirk- much less polished and poised than the even media-smile he flashes the press, “I’m… happy to see you here.”

You perk up almost immediately, “You know, Dempsey, it’s actually not that hard to give a straight compliment without adding in something backhanded, contrary to popular belief.”

Ricky snorts again, “Oh come now, I have a reputation to keep up, don’t I?”

“You’re starting to sound like me.”

“You’re a bad influence.”

“I’m the best influence.”

“Right…” Ricky uncrosses his arms, nodding towards the door once, “Well, then, shall we get going, Eli Finelli?”

You grin and step up behind him, falling with reluctant ease back into your disguise, “Of course, Mr. Dempsey. And, I do hope that we get to have a ‘chat’ like this again.”

“Of course. The sooner, the better.”

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