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justwhisperingfantasies · 8 months ago

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Girl At The Rockshow Part 3

Characters: Jensen Ackles (xreader). Aunt Patty (o.c) Jared Padalecki. Genevieve Padalecki.

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Talk about losing loved ones. LMK If I forgot any.

Summary: Getting dragged to that live show might have been the best thing that ever happened to you. Now you get to spend the day with Jensen as he shows you around Austin.

Word count: 6,009 words

A/N: When you get to the question part. Some of his are true (found them via interviews and panels.) some are just for story purposes. I tried to do (insert answer) for reader answers, but it just kept taking me out of the story. Hope ya'll enjoy 💗

Part 1

Part 2

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{} Reader’s P.O.V {}

“I get to drive Baby?!” You said standing there.

“Yes ma’am,” He said

“Are you sure? What would Dean say?”

He chuckled. “ I think he would make an exception for you.” He shook the keys at you. “ You better take them before I change my mind.” You smiled, took the keys, and hopped in. He walked around and got into the passenger seat.

“So what if I wreck? What if I break her?” He opened his mouth to rebuttal but you cut him off. “ What if I hit a cow and total it?”

He laughed. “If you see a cow the break is right.” He grabbed your leg and put your foot on the pedal. “There. I think you’re capable of not wrecking and she doesn’t break easy.” You turned the key and Baby hummed to life. “ There’s a bar under the seat to move it up.” He helped you scoot the seat into the right position. “Don’t worry darlin’ you got this.” He slapped your knee for encouragement then wrapped his hand around your thigh. You put the car in reverse and look behind you to make sure you can start backing up. “ Go out the way we came in and turn right on the main road. Who would you rather have as your navigator me or Siri?”

“You, but you have to sing the directions.” He chuckled.

You made it to the stop sign at the main road turning right when you were clear. You hit the gas pedal a little too hard and the tires squealed for a second. Your cheeks got warm. “Sorry.”

He laughed. “Easy there turbo. I thought you were trying not to break her.”

“I'm sure I’m not the first to squeal her tires.”

“Fair enough.” He grinned. “You’re gonna go straight through 4 lights. At the 5th one turn left.” You gave him a nervous look. “Don’t worry I’ll remind you before you get there.” He turned the radio up and started belting out the lyrics to Back in Black making you smile as you went through the first light. The second one was red as you came up on it. You were more careful with the gas pedal this time as you started to go. You made it to the 3rd light. Red again.

“Do you intentionally pick the streets with the most red lights on them?”

He chuckled. “Trust me, I feel the same way you do.” Back in Black faded out and The Dance by Garth Brooks starts to play. You turn the volume up a smidge and start singing along. “ You know Garth Brooks?!?” He said shocked.

“Yes. I like country music too Ackles.”

He grabbed his chest like he was in pain. “My heart!!’” He smiled.

You smiled back at him. His thumb started to stroke your leg as you both sang along. The light finally turned green and you started to go.”So Mr. Ackles.” He looked at you with raised eyebrows. “ Why acting?” you said in your best reporter voice.

“Oh, didn’t know I had an interview today,” He smirked, “ Well, My father is an actor. He played in a few Dallas episodes, and 5 episodes of Walker Texas Ranger, and he did some supporting roles in movies. I used to watch him study the script and help him memorize his lines. I was amazed. How he could flip a switch and just be another person. I did some modeling and commercials when I was young. Got bullied for it so I took a break, and got really into sports. The plan was to go to Texas Tech University and become a physical therapist. Ya know help out my fellow jocks,” he chuckled. “ I loved sports. Still do, but it just wasn’t the same. My real passion was acting. So my sophomore year I decided I didn't care what everyone thought. I took a theater class.” You made it to the 5th light ”Left at this light sweetheart” you got in the turn lane and waited. “After this light straight through 2 lights, over the bridge, then go under the train tracks.”

“2 Lights over water under the train tracks. Got it.

He smiled and continued his story. “ After I graduated I moved to L.A to pursue it fully. Started auctioning and landed a couple of guest spots. Then my big break was on Days Of Our Lives.” You looked over at him with wide eyes. He put his hand up “Shush I learned a lot on that set. I did Dark Angel, Dawson’s Creek, and Smallville. Got to do a movie with my dad in 2005 right before Supernatural.” He turned back to you “Why Med school?”

The light turned green and you rolled forward as the traffic started to go. “Well, My father was a surgeon so it was determined before I was even born that I was to follow in his footsteps.” You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. You had his undivided attention “I wasn’t all in until one night when I was 14 my dad and I were coming home from a baseball game. There was a bad crash and He didn’t hesitate he rushed in and started triaging people and helping them while I dialed 911. It was amazing. I even got to help out after the operator told me help was on the way. After watching him there wasn’t a doubt in my mind. I wanted to be just like him, a hero, saving people.”

“ Your pop sounds like quite a guy”

“ Oh, He was.” The smile left his face. “You should have seen him on the day I got my acceptance letter from Columbia. He was so proud. Same premed program he went through ya know.” You made it through both lights green, you started on the bridge. “ The 3rd week into premed he was killed by a drunk driver.”

“What year was that?”

“August 23rd, 2005.”

“Yeah, 2 weeks before. So after that, I immersed myself in school. Nothing else mattered” You started under the train tracks

“And now I feel like a complete jackass.”

“Don’t feel that way, hun. You didn't know.” you put your hand on top of his. He turned his hand over and laced his fingers through yours. “ But directions might be nice.”

“Shit sorry, straight 2 lights. Right at the 3rd.” He looked at you

You could feel his question in the air and the silence was getting overwhelming. “You can ask why I didn't go through with it..” He looked at you with furrowed brows. “ Yea like you weren't thinking it?”

“Maybe. So what happened?”

You got to the 2nd light before you hit a red light. “ So, I got my bachelor’s degree, passed the MCATS, Got through medical school, and during my internship, I talked my mom into moving to New York. We got closer than ever.” you took a deep breath, “ My second year of residency she got sick and didn’t make it.” The light turned green and you started to go. She was diagnosed with stage 4 cervical cancer. I lost all motivation for medicine and everything that went along with it.”

“I can take over if you wanna pull over.”

“Thank you, but I’m ok,” you said, turning at the 3rd light. He looked over at you with questioning eyes. “Seriously I’m ok.”

“Watch out for pedestrians up here. Straight through 4 stop signs. Left at the light. Then straight through one light. Right at the second.” He was quiet for a minute. “I'm sorry about your folks, sweetheart.”

“Thank you.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive?”

“Um, no way. This might be the only time I get to drive this car.”

“Not if I can help it.” He winked at you, and you smiled. You made it past the pedestrian stop signs “ What was your mama like?”

“She was my best friend. After she moved to New York I swear she decreased in age. More like my sister than my mom. She was crazy.” You said with a smile on your face.” you stopped at the first stop sign and went through it. “You’ll probably like this one. One of the biggest Cowboy fans you’d ever meet.”

“Oh yeah?”

You nodded. “She always told my dad she was gonna leave him for Troy Aikman.” He chuckled. “ Everyone tells me I look just like her. Their wedding photo is on my lock screen. You handed him your phone as you stopped at the second stop sign then continued.

“Aw. You do look just like her.” You smiled. “ They are beautiful”

“Thank you.” You smiled at him as you stopped for the third stop sign. He was so cute. Not just in a physical way. He was genuine and such a nice guy. You thought to yourself, You just hoped this wasn’t too good to be true.

“What?”

“Oh, Nothing.” You said as you went through the intersection.

He shook his head and chuckled. “So you ever think about going back into medicine?”

Stopping at the 3 cars deep at the 4th stop sign you sighed. “ I don’t know. Mac mentioned it a couple of times. I’m not gonna lie, I have thought about it. It would be nice for my job to mean something to someone, but if I were going to I would become a Physician assistant maybe. To become a surgeon I’d have to finish the resident years, then go through a surgical internship then a lot of testing for board certifications and licensing. I’m too old for all that. If I did I would just want to jump in and do it.” You looked at him as you stopped at the crosswalk. He was smiling at you now. “What?”

“You’re cute when you ramble.”

“Not rambling, thinking out loud,” you said in a mocking tone. He laughed. You went through the intersection, You made it through the 3 lights green as you both sang along with the music.

“Don’t hate me. Straight through 7 red lights.” He said wrinkling his face.

“SEVEN?!”

“Yes.”

“Oh my freaking gosh. I’m going to die of starvation Jensen.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make a deal and bring you back.” You let out a loud dramatic sign. He chuckled. You made it through 4 lights green. “See that wasn’t so bad.”

“I'm sorry I couldn’t hear you over the growls of my empty ass stomach.” He laughed and slightly threw his head back. You made it to the last light before you got stopped again.

“Almost there, I promise. Tell me. Who's your favorite country singer of all time?’

“Randy Travis” you didn't even have to think about it.

“Really?”

“Absolutely. His voice is incredible!” You said as the light turned green and traffic started to go.”You?”

“Garth Brooks.”

“I see that. I saw him live once with Mac.”

“Oh yeah? Me too, not with Mac thou.”

“I’m sure she’d be interested if you want me to set it up.” He squinted at you “I’m just sayin.”

He rolled his eyes. “I think you and Padalecki would get along. You both got some dumb jokes.” you chuckled. “Right at the next road and it's the first building on the right. Uh, how are you at parallel parking?” You squinted at him now, turned right, and parked with ease. You turned to him and stuck your tongue with a wrinkled nose. He laughed.

“This is Paperboy.” He said with excitement in his voice. “One of my favorite breakfast/ brunch places in Austin.” You turned the car off and got out. He met you at his side of the front of the Impala. He held his arm out. You took his hand and wrapped his arms around your shoulders while wrapping your around his waist. He grinned. The building was cute, a white building with a funky brown lattice. A small patio by the front door and the second floor was an open patio as well. You stopped at the hostess stand and he asked for an upper patio table. “Of course Mr. Ackles.” The hostess grabbed 2 menus. “Will Mr Padalecki be joining you two today?”

“Nope. Just the two of us.”

“Alright, follow me.” Once you got to the stairs he unwrapped his arm and gestured for you to go first. You followed her up the stairs to the patio. She sat you at a shaded table in the back corner. You pick your chair and Jensen sits across from you. “Patty Sue will be right with you.

“Thank you,” you both said as you started to look over the menu.

“So, what looks good?” You looked up at him up and down raising an eyebrow. He chuckled as his cheeks got slightly pink. “On the menu darlin’.”

“Well, I'm just so hungry everything looks good.”

“Aww you poor little thing.” He said in a playful tone making you laugh.

“Hello, my name is Patty Sue. Oh Jensen, How are you dear?”

“Hi, Aunt Patty. I’m good. How’s your day going?”

“Ya know this place is busy as always.”

“Aunt Patty this is (y/n). She’s new here in Austin and I got the honor of showing her around today.”

“Hey there sugar.” you shook her hand. “What have ya’ll been up to?

“We just got done canoeing at Barton.”

“Aw, how fun, Are you enjoying Austin so far?”

“It has some good attractions.” you winked at Jensen and he smiled his bedazzling smile again.

“Well. Ya’ll probably worked up an appetite, Wanna start with some drinks?”

“Just sweet tea for me please,” you said

“Make it two.”

“I’ll be right back guys.”

“Thank you, Aunt Patty,” he said as she turned to walk away. He sat his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his hands.”So, what’s next (y/n)?”

“I don’t know. You said you had a mini round trip planned.”

He chuckled. “No, for you. Job, car, Boyfriend?” He raised his eyebrow at the last word. And your cheeks got warm.

“Well remember how I said Mac has mentioned medicine a couple of times?” He nodded. “The first time we talked about it I told her what I told you. About being a P.A. The second time she brought it up she just so happened to run into Erica. Erica and I interned at the same hospital. And can you believe they have an opening in their office?”

“Let me guess for a Physician assistant.”

“Oh my gosh, it’s like your psychic.” He smirked.

“Here’s your drinks my dears.” Patty said sitting down your teas.” What can I get ya to eat?” Jensen gestured for you to go first.

“Can I get the steak and egg sandwich with a side of cheesy hashbrowns, please?”

“You sure can honey, Jay you want your usual?”

“Please”

“Alright, I’ll get that in for ya.”

“Thank you,” you both said again. And you smiled.

“So, you gonna call Erica about it?” he asked taking a drink.

“Like I said I’ve thought about it and it would be nice to feel like I’m doing something that matters.” you took a drink “Mmm this sweet tea is amazing.”

“Just wait till you have the food.” He smiled. Then he readjusted his hand.” So, I’m not pushing, but I think you should.”

“I know. I just don’t want my mama to feel like I betrayed her. Since ya know medicine failed her.”

“Sweetheart. I didn’t have the pleasure of meeting your mama, but I don’t think she would feel betrayed at all.”

“That’s what Mac said.”

“See 2 against 1,” he said and you smiled. “You could give it a try and if your heart is not there try something else.”

“You make some good points, Ackles.”

“I usually do,” he said in a smartass tone, making you laugh.

“So, What lies ahead for the famous Jensen Ackles, Big movie? Starring in another TV show? Supernatural reboot?” you used your reporter voice again. You grinned and took another drink.

“Stop.” He said smiling. “ I would actually love to do a Supernatural reboot, but I can’t confirm nor deny if I’m ever going to get to. I’m gotta fly to Vancouver here in a couple of days and shoot this episode for Tracker. Should only take a couple of weeks max. Waiting on a call from Kripke about shooting the final season of The Boys. And Countdown should start later this year. We’ll see,”

“How exciting.” again in the reporter's voice.

“Would you stop?” he grinned.

“Ok, I’m done.”

“Here we are, guys.” Patty came back carrying your food. “Everything looks good?” You both nod. “Anything else I can get for ya?’

“No, This looks great. Thank you.” Jensen said as he started mixing the egg and steak tips on his plate.

“No problem Dear. Yell if ya’ll need anything ok?”

“Will do” you said as she walked away. “Well that looks delicious,” you say looking at his plate. He chuckles stabbing a piece of steak with his fork and reaches it over to you. “Mmm,”

“I am going tomorrow morning to pick up a car from the dealership,” you said after swallowing and picking up your sandwich.

He swallowed his food. “So what was next?” He smiled his bedazzling smile. Your cheeks got hot and you could feel them turning red. You took a bite of your sandwich pointed to your full mouth and shrugged. He laughed “ Ya gotta swallow eventually.” You cough almost choking as your mind takes his comment in a dirty way. He smiled. “Perv.” you raised your eyebrows and dropped them with smirking lips. The food was amazing though. You would definitely be coming back here.

“ More sweet tea?” Patty asked walking over.

You swallowed your bite. “Yes please.” Jensen nodded with his mouth full.

“So her question you’ll answer,” he said after swallowing his bite.

“I’m sorry i just have to get something in my stomach after stopping at all those red lights.”

He laughed “So dramatic.” You smiled and continued eating. Patty was back in a flash with 2 more teas. As you finish your food you debate in your head about the P.A job and Jensen’s boyfriend question popped up a couple of times. Was he crazy? You haven’t even known each other for 24 hours yet? But it’s not like he was asking to be your boyfriend more like a Are you open to the thought. Were you open to the thought? “Penny for your thoughts darlin’,”

His voice snapped you out of your head. “I’m gonna call Erica about that job tomorrow.”

“Yeah?” He smiled. “ You sure?”

“Yes. I’ll take your advice if I don’t love it, I’ll try something else.”

“Good.”

You both finished eating and Patty came to clear your plates. “Anything else for you guys?”

“Nope. I am stuffed.”

“No Aunt Patty just the check please,” Jensen said.

“Ackles?” He turned around as soon as he heard his name.

“Oh my god! It’s Jared Padalecki!!” And let out a squeal. Jensen stood up to hug his friend. “ And Genevieve Padalecki?!” He squealed again. “(y/n) he played Sam Winchest.. oh wait never mind.”

You rolled your eyes. “And I’m the dramatic one?!” You stood up and stuck your hand out. “I’m (y/n)”

Jared laughed and took your hand. “I’m Jared. This is my wife Genevieve.”

“You can call me Gen.” She said as you shook hands.

“So… Whatcha ya’ll up to?” Jared asked Jensen with raised eyebrows and a huge grin.

“ You’ll have to excuse my friend,” Jensen said to you and turned to Jared. “ (y/n) Just moved here. I met her last night at the radio company show. I’m showing her around Austin.

“So, like a date?” Jared asked. Jensen rolled his eyes.

“Jared quit,” Gen elbowed his stomach.

“We just finished, but do you guys wanna sit down?” you asked them.

“No, we don’t wanna impose,” Jared said.

“No imposition, Give me the dirt Padalecki.” You said and Jensen glared at you. You raised your eyebrows and shrugged. “What? You said we’d get along.”

“Really?! “ Jared turned to Jensen.

“Yeah, you both tell dumb jokes. I think that is what I said.” Jensen admitted.

“Are you sure?” Gen asked.

“Sit down, Genevieve,” Jensen said. You all sat down. Jensen looked at you and raised his eyebrows and licked his lips.” Jared, get this shit. (y/n) has never seen Supernatural.” Your lips went in a hard straight line as you looked at him with a blank stare. He poked the tip of his tongue out at you.

“Are you kidding?’ Jared turned to you. “How have you never seen Supernatural?”

“Oh I don’t know, just not my thing I guess” You took a drink. Jared opened his mouth to say mouth, but stopped when you put your finger up “However, Gilmore Girl though. So good. Dean Forester seems so much better than Dean Winchester.” You smirked at Jensen with a wrinkled nose. Gen and Jared laughed.

“I like her Ackles.”

Patty brought your check back. “ Well look what the cat drug in.” Jared and Gen got up to hug Patty. “ How are you two? How are the babies?”

“We are all good Aunt Patty,” Jared said as he squeezed her. “Hey. We’re gonna let ya’ll get back to it. See you later Jensen.” Jensen got up and hugged Jared. You got up to shake his hand, but before you knew it you were in his embrace. You squeezed him back. “It was really good to meet you. I hope we see you again.”

Gen stuck her hand out. “Again sorry about him. It was really nice to meet you though.” She said with a smile.

“You guys too.” You said with a big grin. They turned and started walking to their table. You sat back down.

Patty laid your check in the middle of the table “ I better get his food going. We all know how he eats.” Jensen chuckled. “ Ya’ll have fun and (y/n) don’t be a stranger.” you smiled at her.

“Your friend is a goober,” you said to Jensen after Patty walked away.

“I’m sorry have you met your friends?” You both laughed,

You snatched the check folder. Jensen’s jaw dropped and his eyes went wide. “Uh I think the fuck not!” he put his hand out. You slowly shook your head with a wide grin. He took a deep breath closing his eyes and loudly sighed. He raised his hand then dropped it again palm up. “Now!”

“Or what?” you bit your bottom lip

His eyebrows raised. And he brought his first to his chin resting it on his thumb and closed his eyes. “(y/n)” He said in a deep growl.

“Jensen” You lowered your voice as much as you could. He smiled for a split second then his face was hard again.

He quickly slid to the chair beside you and put his hand on your knee. You manage to keep your composure. “Last chance.” Your heart starts racing as his hand slides up to your mid-thigh. “3.” He tightened his grip. You bit your lip fighting the urge to laugh. “2” he squeezed even harder. He opened his mouth to say 1 but you couldn't hold in the laugh anymore. He releases his grip and then squeezes again. “Alright, you win,” you said while laughing. He started to squeeze again “Take it.” He took the folder with his free hand and sat it on the table. He gave you a wide grin and started tickling your leg. You grab his hand and lean towards him, pushing it back into his lap. You swallowed hard when you looked up into his mossy eyes, his lips just inches away from yours. Your heart almost burst out of your chest when his soft, full, perfect lips met yours. The kiss was short and sweet. He ended the kiss and nuzzled your nose with his. You whined. “Public place, there babe.�� you nodded and tried to catch your breath. He kissed the tip of your nose as you pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. He sat straight up picking up the folder. You lean back in your chair. Your cheeks warmed as you thought about how you’d be kissing him if you weren’t in a public place.

Putting his wallet away he asked, “You ready for that road trip?” His voice snaps you back to reality again.

“Restroom first.”

“Downstairs by the front doors.” He said.” I gotta make a phone call and say bye to Jared. Meet me at the front door?” he said taking his phone out of his pocket.

“Sounds good Ackles.” You grabbed your purse, and as you passed behind him you stopped, you felt his muscles tighten as you put your hands on his shoulders and leaned down to his ear. “Don’t forget to tell him what an awesome driver I am,” you whispered. Walking away you hear him chuckle and then talk into his phone.

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He couldn’t stop himself from watching her walk away as he finished his call. Damn, what I would do, He shook his head trying to get the naughty images out of his mind. He stood up and slid his phone back into his pocket as he started for the stairs.

“Oh my god, it’s Jensen Ackles,” Jared said and started fanning himself as Jensen walked up to his table.

Jensen dropped his jaw. “Where?!” Jared and Gen laughed,

“So?” Jared asked acting giddy.

“So?” Jensen repeated. Jared raised his eyebrows. Jensen grinned.“ I’ll call you later.”

“You better.” They bumped fists. “Love you.”

“Love you more,” Jensen said walking away.

As he walked down the stairs, he couldn't stop thinking about her. He tripped and almost fell. Come on, Jensen. He stopped once he got to the doors and waited for her. He opened the door open for an elderly couple. “Thank you, young man.” The older woman said to him.

“Not a problem ma’am,” he told her as she walked through. He looked over and there she was. Watching him with the sweetest smile he’d ever seen. After the couple passed through he gestured for her to come through. “My Lady.”

“Good sir,” She said as she walked through. She pulled the keys out of her pocket and held them out for him. He opened her car door and shut it after she got in. Walking around to the driver's side he smirked as he noticed her scoot more toward the middle. Her cheeks pinkened as she realized she was caught. So freaking cute he thought.

He got in and started up the Impala. “Here, connect to this thing.” He disconnected the Bluetooth adapter from his phone. “I want to hear this epic playlist you were telling me about.”

She smirked, “I don’t know if I’d use the word epic, but it’s got some good tunes.” She said pulling her phone out. He watched her. Darlin’ everything about you is epic he thought to himself.

“Yeah Yeah. Play me some music, cowgirl.” She laughed as Friends in Low Places started to play, He wrapped his arm around her. He watched from the corner of his eye as she snuggled up to him and started to sing. Oh sweetheart what are you doing to me?

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{} Reader's P.O.V {}

He started singing along as he pulled out. “Jensen, I have a question. “

“Shoot.”

“Can you this one time please.” a puzzled expression came over his face “ Not take the route with the most red lights and stop signs?”

“I’ll think about it.” He laughed as he turned onto I-35

You made it through about 30 minutes of halfway driving before you had to do something.. “Alright Ackles, you got courage for a round of 21 questions?” You asked raising your eyebrows.

He chuckled. “ I think I’m up for it”

“Ok let's start easy. Favorite color?

“Blue. Favorite season?” He asked

“Fall. Favorite Movie?”

“Saving Private Ryan. What's your favorite color?”

“Pretty Sure there's a rule against repeats.”

With a smile, he says“Oh I didn’t realize we are in a championship match where the rules matter.”

You rolled your eyes. “Smartass.”

“You know it kettle.” he chuckled.

You smiled. “It's Teal or blue. Favorite holiday?”

“Christmas. You get one superpower. What is it?”

You thought for a second. “ can I pick 2?”

“You get 1.” He smiled.

You sighed. “Fine. Probably the ability to fly.

“What was the other one?”

“Invisibility.” He raised his eyebrows. “Oh come, how fun would that be. I would just fuck with people all day.”

He laughed “Of course you would.”

“Who was your favorite character to play.” He opened his mouth “Besides Dean.”

“Hmm,” he thought. “Ben. Soldier boy from the boys. He was really fun. First celebrity crush?”

“Tom Cruise. Favorite horror movie.”

He thought for a second. “ The Shining. Dream vacation?

“Uh. Either Italy or Bora Bora.” He smiled. “First concert?”

“Michael Jackson 1984. Do you believe in ghosts?”

“Sometimes yes, sometimes no.” You shrugged. “ Favorite Food?

“Steak.” He thought for a second. “The best gift you've ever been given?”

“My locket.”

“Go on ”

“ Mac gave it to me a couple of Christmases ago. It has a picture of my mom on one side and my dad on the other.” He looked at your neck. “ Favorite radio company song to sing?”

“City grown Willow. What's your favorite radio company song?”

You smirked. “City grown Willow or Let Me Be.”

He smiled. “ I gotta know why.”

“City grown willow, the lyrics and melody with your voice is mwah.” You gestured a Chef kiss. He chuckled..” Let Me Be, because of the fun you had last night while singing it.”

“So you were watching me?” He said in a hitch-pitched voice.

“Kinda hard not to you.” He smiled and his cheeks turned pink.

“Favorite music genre?”

“Country. Favorite TV show?

“Friends. If you could look into a crystal ball and see everything about your future, would you do it?

He thought for a second. “I don’t think I would.’

“Interesting.”

“Ok Freud” You giggled. “Do you have any siblings?”

“Nope. I'm an only child.”

He smiled. “That makes sense.”

“Excuse me?”

“Calm down.” He chuckled. “Only children tend to be more independent.”

“Oh. I thought we were going to the spoiled brat route.”

“Eh, not yet.” He joked.

You laughed, “What's the first thing you notice about me?”

“ You're hair. It looked really soft and I wanted to touch it. You?”

“Of course, I'm gonna say you're eyes. Have you seen them suckers?” He laughed. “ When did you have your first kiss?”

He sighed. “Preschool.”

“Oh, so you started young huh?”

He laughed and then his face went serious. “Are you looking for a relationship?”

“Really Jensen?”

“I'm just playing the game sweetheart.” He grinned slowing down on the exit onto I-35 Frontage Rd.

“Maybe.” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“A maybe Isn't a no.”

“Birthday?” you asked.

“March 1st. Favorite subject in school?”

“Science. Yours?”

“Look who's reusing questions now.” He chuckled. “Algebra. Favorite food?”

“Loaded nachos. Craziest place you've had sex?”

He cleared his throat. “Spicing things up are we?”

“I'm just playin' the game sweetheart”

He chuckled “Bar bathroom.” He slowed down for the red light ahead. When the light turned green he turned right onto Wonder World Dr. “ And no it wasn't a random hook-up.”

“I wasn't judging.”

“Sure.” He smiled. “ you?”

“Playground” He looked at you with raised eyebrows. “It was after dark, Nobody else was there.”

You turned to him. “ Have you ever cheated?”

He sighed. “Once. I was 19. I was young and stupid. It hasn’t happened since and It never will again.” At least he was honest and it did seem like he was remorseful.

He looked at you. “Dealbreaker?”

You thought for a second. “Not necessarily.” you cleared your throat “Everyone has done things they aren’t proud of. The thing that matters is you learn from them.”

“Ok, Freud.” you smiled, “ Trust me I did.”

You two stayed silent as Turn The Page faded and Sounds Of Someday started to play “Oh my god, this band is so good.” Jensen chuckled.

“I saw them live last night, They’re ok.” You said as you shrugged your shoulders. He threw his head back and laughed.

“Is there ever gonna come a day where you don’t give me shit?” he asked.

“Eh, probably not,” you confessed. He laughed again. “What number are we on?”

“16 I think and I do believe it’s my turn.” you gestured with your hand for him to go. “It’s the zombie apocalypse is here. You get 3 people for your team. Who is it?”

You chuckled. “ Well, I have heard about these 2 brothers that are really good with that stuff.” He chuckled. “ Oh, Rambo. He’d fuck some shit up.”

“Is that your 3?” He asked slowing down for another red light.

“Yeah, I think so. Worse case I have some eye candy before I die.” He rolled his eyes and smiled.

“So, 17 would you rather be 15 minutes late or 1 hour early?”

“Definitely early. I hate being late.” He shook his head. “When was your first kiss?”

“About an hour ago. ”You burst out laughing as he looked at you in shock with wide eyes. “I'm just kidding. 4th grade.”

“Not funny.” He declared as he started to go after the light finally turned green. He went straight onto route 12.

“I’d have to disagree”

“So. Mr. Ackles, He looked at you. “Are you looking for a relationship?” you raised your eyebrows.

“I wasn’t, but ya never know.” He winked at you making you grin.

“Biggest turn-off?” He asked.

“Rudeness.. I can not stand rude people.” With an approving expression, he nodded You sighed loudly. as he slowed for another red light making him laugh.

“This is like the third red light, diva.” He joked.

“Of this drive, The 136th one of the day though.” Your rebuttal made him laugh “Have you ever sent nudes?”

He chuckled nervously “Yes. You?”

“Yes.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Interesting…” you scrunched your lips as your cheeks turned pink. He smiled

“Who would you haunt if you were a ghost?”

“Either Jared or Misha. Yeah, I see your point that would be fun.” he chuckled as he slowed down for the red light. Your cheeks got hot as he kissed your cheek. “Almost there darlin’.” he turned left onto County Line Rd 1492 ‘ What smell do you hate that doesn’t seem to bother other people?”

“Patchouli.” you scrunched your nose. “I can’t stand that smell.” he chuckled.

“Now, don’t take this the wrong way, Ackles.”

“Um ok?”

“I’m not asking, never mind. I’ll ask something else.”.

He smiled. “Just ask the question.” He said turning left onto Winn Valley Dr.

“Fine. Would you ever get married again?” His face went blank. “See it’s weird we can move on.”

“Honestly. It depends.” he said as he drove through the open-ended cul-de-sac.“I’m not opposed to it, but I couldn’t just going to jump into it. There would be a lot of thought put into it.” He looked at you. “Does that make any sense?” he nervously chuckled.

“Yes.” You look over to see a sign. “Ranch Madrone?” You knitted your brows at him.

“You’ll see.” He continued down the road. “Last question. How are you with heights?”

You looked at him with a puzzled look. “Really? That's your last question?” He pointed to a say sign that read Wimberley Zipline Adventures. Your heart started pounding “We are zip-lining now?!”

“You up for it cowgirl?” He said with a grin

“Oh hell yeah!!.”

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cuteskunkz · 1 year ago

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One Night With You

~ Part 3 ~

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(Mike Schmidt x Reader)

Summary~ The night starts to heat up between you and Mike after a few shots. 1.7k word count

Read part 1 & part 2 for context <3

Tags~ SMUTTT, pet names, olderbf! Mike (you're 20, he's 28), fem reader, public-ish sex, dominant Mike, submissive reader, creampie, drinking

Note~ I wrote this is a day!!???!!! Big shout out to my coworker Malachi who helped me with the direction of this fic! Heads up, I did minimal proofreading on this hoe bc it's deadass 3am and I have to be up in 5 hours for work (send help). I'm debating if I want to continue with this story so if you want me to update lemme know :33

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Mike signals over to the bartender to bring out more shots, holding up four fingers. He nods at him as he drops off the drinks. "How 'bout two more, hm? Since you're soo confident..." he teases, a hint of competitiveness in his voice.

You furrow your brows with determination, "Fine! Don't expect me to drag you home when you black out though!"

"You actually think 3 shots are gonna fuck me up that bad? You're hilarious" he chuckles as he tilts his glass towards you. You take the shots in unison and glare at each other, scanning for any reactions to the alcohol.

Mike hiccups finally giving you the opportunity to pester him. "Aww is it too much for you? Should we slow down?" you assert in a sarcastic and flirtatious voice.

He flutters his eyes trying his best to adjust to the intoxication, "You won't be laughing when I say that to you later tonight..." Mike says while holding back a laugh

You punch him in the arm and giggle, "Oh yeah?" You gulp back your third shot, immediately feeling the sense of relaxation hit. It's like all your problems and worries fade away into nothingness when you drink. You meet Mike's gaze, wanting to hear more about him. "So... what's up with you lately? If you're going to take me out, the least you can do is tell me a few of your secrets."

"I mean, life's been rough lately but... when isn't it, Y'know? It's one always one thing after another." You can hear the frustration in his voice as he swirls around his glass, avoiding eye contact. Mike looks around the bar and then down at your hands.

"Yeah... I know. My fucking job blows and all I want to do is just- start fresh... no more late nights working my ass off just to miss rent again." The drunken state you're in is allowing your emotions to spill out with no hesitation.

"Believe me I'm in the same boat. I mean..." he sighs and rubs his temples. "I work as security for an abandoned pizzeria like....it's fucking abandoned! What am I actually securing dude!" Mike buries his face in his hands, feeling insane for working such a dead end job. "There's people my age with degrees and real accomplishments under their belt and what am I doing? Wasting my life days at a time for shit hours and pay."

You grab his hand and hold it tight. "Mike... I'm literally a stripper... I'm in no place to judge" you say in an attempt to lighten the mood and smile at him. "We do what we do for a reason, right? To keep a roof over our heads... and to go out drinking!" He chuckles at your words and takes a deep breath.

"Yeah...." Mike grips your hand tighter and wets his lips before speaking, "You wanna take a walk?"

"Sure! Fresh air won't hurt." He holds your hand to help you out of the booth and guides you to the parking lot. With it being a small town it, isn't so crowded out. Cars occasionally pass by as the warm breeze cools you both down. You look up at the night sky, amazed by the twinkling stars. Mike stares at you longingly and smirks. He can't think back to the last time a girl made him feel the way he does right now

"Isn't it so beautiful, Mike?" you say while gazing at the stars.

"Yeah.... definitely" he responds still taking in your features. His chest tightens and thoughts begin to race in his head. Mike didn't want to ruin the moment by taking things too fast but god did you look breathtaking right now. "So beautiful..."

You peer down at him and notice he hadn't looked up once and was fully referring to you. This causes a pink color to rush across your cheeks and you move closer to him. He caresses your cheek and plays with a strand of your hair. "Y-you... you don't have a boyfriend, right?"

You seductively respond back at him, "You want to change that, sir?" Mike swiftly wraps his hand around the back of your neck to bring you in to meet his lips. His kiss is hungry for more, clearly desperate for your embrace. He's completely given up on taking it slow.

You pull away and look up at him, your eyes glassy from the drinks. The lip gloss you wore transferred onto his lips. "You sure about this? I know we were drinking and I don't want-"

"Mike..." you roll your eyes at him, wanting him to take control.

"I just don't want to be too rough on you... or ruin my chance with you." he says in a low voice.

"All that flirting earlier and you're backing out now? Don't you want to..." you pout at him playfully, "teach me a lesson for going out with strangers?" A little giggle escapes you when suddenly you're grabbed by the wrist and dragged to the alley next to the bar.

"Do you want this? Yes or no. No bullshit, tell me now." he exclaims as you're backed up against the wall, him towering over you.

"Y-yes sir I do..."

He reaches his hand up your skirt and feels up and down your lacy panties. "You wore these for me, hm?"

"Y-yeah I did... Do you like them?"

"Of course I do sweetheart. Very kind of you to do that for me" He starts pulling them to the side, eager to feel your arousal. He slips his finger in to rub small circles with your wetness. "All that from some kisses? What an eager little girl, so adorable"

"I really like you- that's all!" You're not sure why Mike is making you feel this shy and bashful. You'd like to think you're very dominating towards men due to your profession but he's proving this to be false very quickly.

He grabs you by your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes and speaks. "Promise me that if at any point you feel uncomfortable or want to stop, you'll tell me...okay?"

You mumble this promise over and over again while feeling up on him through his jeans, your excitement for what's to come literally dripping out of you.

"That's a good girl. You're an amazing listener, do you know that? Keep it up, kiddo" he teases. He turns you around to face the brick wall and pushes your skirt up. "You ready for me?"

You nod your head quickly, overcome with passion.

"Use your words, pretty girl. You can do it."

"Yes... I'm ready, I promise!"

"Yes, who?" Mike says in a commanding manner.

"Yes, sir..." Your legs tremble uncontrollably and your breath accelerates, something about the thrill of possibly being caught is turning up the heat.

He slowly pushes into you, letting you adjust to his cock. "Theeere we go... How does that feel, babygirl?" He bottoms out, his tip kissing your cervix ever so slightly.

"It's g-good sir... feels good" The euphoria from the shots and his length are sure to collaborate with each other in your body.

Mike starts to thrust slowly, using your hips as leverage. Small whimpers and moans slip out of you. "I bet it does... You're so tight around me... I seriously don't know how you're not taken already... A pretty girl with a tight pussy like this should be fuckin' married by now."

He pounds into your cunt harder almost as if he's mad at you for being single. The sound of skin on skin fills the dark alley. Your eyes roll backwards when he hits your sweet spot repeatedly, pushing you closer to the edge of breaking. "Sir p-please... can't go for much longer... S'too much" you beg.

"You can take more, I know you can. Hang in there for me, okay? He says this in such a genuine way, it's only making you fall for him more. You're really hoping this isn't a one night stand situation.

He grunts and moves his hands around your neck, putting you into pretty much a headlock. His cock throbs violently in you, threatening to release soon. "Fuuckk I needed this..." You arch your back against him allowing for your g-spot to be avoided as to not cum quickly.

He instantly noticed this shift and pulls you back up, "You wanted this, don't run now..." There's a hint of condescension in his words. You moan loudly when he juts harshly into your poor pussy, leaking with fervor.

"Can you stay quiet for me baby? Just a little longer, okay? We can't have people finding us out here, right?"

"B-but sir-"

"No buts princess... That's a direction. What happened to my good little listener?"

You pout and bite your lip to hold in the moans begging to topple out of you. Only small whimpers and whines allowed you remind yourself mentally as he continues on. He purposely rubs on your spot with his thick cock and sneaks a hand down to toy with your swollen clit, guaranteeing to make you cum any second.

"M'gonna... gonna cum... Mike please!!!"

"Cum on my cock like a good girl, baby. You deserve it after all..." You quiver and whimper as you reach your limit, your pussy clenching down onto his member. You squirt from the stimulation, dripping down on your legs and leaving a wet spot on his jeans. Mike's thrusts get sloppier and his moans get heavier simultaneously.

"Y-you're on the pill, r-right?" You nod aggressively with his hand over your mouth to block your screams of pleasure. "G-good... gonna ffuckin' cum inside- shit... fucccckk...." He pumps all his cum into you, whining into your ear. He keeps his cock stuffed inside your hole so he can catch his breath.

"You did very very well baby.... I'm proud of you" he says while stroking your hair. When he pulls out, little drips of cum leak down your thighs. Mike pulls your panties back into place and pats you on the head. "Ready to head home, little one?"

You turn around to face him and smile from being fully fucked out and cockdrunk. "Cooould I... come home with you maybe?"

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off-traveling-in-the-stars · 1 month ago

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thinking about little kid me watching 11 regenerate and how he then refused to watch any Doctor Who that wasn't 11 afterwards, and then the interested started fading out over like 5 years. and then 2 years ago, something shitty happened to me and I was like "wow. maybe I should get back into Doctor Who" and it was perfect timing cuz they were gonna release the specials in a week! and then I watched The Giggle and I saw Ncuti Gatwa as 15 and instantly felt that spark of oh that's the Doctor. that's my Doctor again.

Ncuti literally brought me back to my CHILDHOOD FAVOURITE show in no time at all and he just LEFT in a SHITTY HALF ASSED FINALE with no care or concern given to his untied arcs and storylines.

I can remember how I physically didn't sleep AT ALL after Rogue came out, because I was so excited for what this meant for Doctor Who! I remember my own countdown until s2/s15 aired, and I can remember how hyped I was during RR because of the new style of shots they were doing, the cool animation in Lux, the fantastic character development in The Well, and how watching TS&TE turned it into one of my favourite nuwho episodes ever. I was so excited for what this season meant for 15 as a character, and I was even excited for what Wish World meant in terms of his character. when that promo photo of 15 and Bels at the club hit my social media, I had faith that it'd been a reclamation of the queerness he had to repress in Wish World. that he'd get to be himself, and the beginning of The Reality War even made me have faith in it when he took off the blazer and it turned into a kilt. and then I watched the rest of it, and this might be dramatic, but that GENUINELY felt like a stab in the back.

they turned the Doctor who was a big breath of fresh air for the show, with a brand new energy we hadn't seen before, and had potential for a serious exploration of the Doctor's trauma and repressed tendencies from the Time Lord Victorious days, and they made him go between two nostalgia bait castings. the first Black Doctor (not counting Fugitive considering she didn't have her own run) and they put him between two of RTD's favourite white callbacks. I wasn't too pissed with the bi-generation stuff, and putting Ncuti after David, because I had faith that they'd just sort of acknowledge that he's just a way for 15 to cope with his trauma (it doesn't work but that's for a different post). but to put Billie in a surprise regeneration in an episode that overall slaughtered so many good characters? to give him such a rushed regeneration?? to never give him a Dalek story, or even a Cyberman story??

the ONE DECENT THING I hope comes out of all of this is that Ncuti Gatwa knows that his time as the Doctor was most definitely not wasted. the amount of people who are clearly upset about this, for countless reasons, and I know there are so many people who have expressed gratitude for him getting them back in the show. (shoutout to the Timerogue server that literally gave him a scrapbook all about how much they love his era.) i'm not Black, but I have never felt so seen by a Doctor's era since I watched Matt's run as a little kid, and now here I am with Ncuti's run. I will continue watching the show, this isn't enough to make me quit it altogether - but honestly I don't think I'd blame anyone if they did. especially if RTD stays on as showrunner.

honestly we can only hope BF picks up 15's run, and Ncuti agrees to come back for audiodramas, because, that wasn't enough time at all.

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samiferboy · 4 months ago

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flicker back

inspired by @metztlilix's post:

anyway yeah huge fan of the hc Sam killed himself multiple times and Lucifer kept bringing him back in s5 I also think we should have gotten some scenes of Lucifer cradling Sam like a child in a pool of blood and gore while whispering “it’ll never end.” plus more hallucination-coercions of trying to get him to say yes but like in a toxic manipulative way coated in sugar. yk.

also on ao3!

Rating: Mature Warnings: SUICIDE like lots of suicide, blood, mild gore Pairing: Samifer (sort of, lowkey) Other tags: s5e3: free to be you and me, heaven, dreams/memories, persuasion, attempted manipulation Word count: 4,200

"I'll just bring you back." Lucifer makes good on a promise. Then he does it again. And again. And again.

(please be nice to me im literally so anxious LOLLL kms)

Sam comes to with a jolt. He's breathing heavily, like he'd just been running, but there's no danger. He's laying in a field, staring up at the sky, sunny and freckled with clouds. Perfect temperature. No flies or mosquitos. Songbirds twittering in the trees surrounding the grass.

His heart calms down after about thirty seconds of nothing. Tentatively, he plants his hands on the ground and heaves himself to his feet.

In front of him is a path, a dirt path spotted with stones and roots and patches of grass. He glances around, searching for clues; surely there had to be something going on. He had no memory of getting here, after all. No memory at all, actually, except for…

His face falls. Blood. No escape. No reprieve. That was the last thing in his head.

I'm dreaming, he decides. At least this was a nice dream, a comedown after a night of pain. With that in his head, he walks down the path, enjoying the summer day. He picks out a few memorable bird songs, eyes some grasshoppers crak-crak-ing across the field, and just…relaxes.

He walks through the field, then into a forest. More birds chirp and squirrels chatter. A chipmunk runs across his path, stops and eyes him, then approaches him. Childlike joy spreads across his face and he kneels to look closer at the animal, but doesn't dare to reach out for it. The chipmunk bobs its little head, blinking at him, getting barely a foot away from him, but when he shifts, it runs off, chittering as it leaves.

Smiling, Sam stands back up. But then his smile fades; any minute now, Dean and Dad are gonna yell for him to catch up so they can hunt the -

He freezes. Dean and Dad are here?

Then he realizes that this isn't just a dream, it's a memory. It all floods back to him, being a child hunting through the woods with his father and brother on the trail of some monster, how he got distracted by all the animals, his delight when a chipmunk took interest in him. He couldn't have been any older than eight or nine.

Bushes rustle ahead of him and he stands, preparing for John to start lecturing him about getting distracted and falling behind and aren't you taking this seriously, you know it's dangerous, but it's not John who walks out. No, Sam's never seen this man before in his life, but he approaches Sam with a kind of patient, rueful smile.

"Good, it didn't take me long to find you," he says. "I'm just naturally drawn to you. I can sense you, sort of, at least up here. Now, come on, I am not welcome around these parts."

"Uh…who are you?" Sam asks cautiously, stepping backwards, patting for a gun and finding nothing.

The man tilts his head. "You don't…? Ah, must be a side effect." He looks sad, regretful. "We know each other, Sam. I know you very well, in fact. I need you to come with me."

"Come with you where? Are you an angel? What do you want?" Sam asks, retreating further. Something about the man reverberates power in the same way angels did, but there was something different about him. Something…cold.

"I am," he says. "And I'm taking you back to Earth."

"Back to - but then - where -"

The man seizes his arm, and then everything turns to black.

****

Blood everywhere. Blood all over Sam's face, it's in his eyes, in his mouth. Blood on the floor around his head, blood on his hands. Its stink sits heavy in his nose and he coughs, exhaling as if that could push it out, and he heaves himself up to a sitting position. He holds a hand to his nose and touches wet, hot blood, but there's no pain. No pain at all, actually. Something slimy and wet is on his forehead and he flicks it off; it lands on the floor in front of him and it's pink and wrinkly and fleshy, almost like -

Sam grabs his head - his hair is matted with blood, but there are no wounds. Not even a scar. Nothing but the slimy bits of brain littering his scalp to indicate he'd ever been hurt. He wipes them off, his stomach churning.

For another moment, he remembers nothing, but then it comes back to him with the force of an oncoming train.

Lucifer.

Terror grips his heart. The fallen angel had just sat there on his bed after pretending to be Jess - fuck, he had held her and kissed her cheek and knowing it was Lucifer made him want to chew the skin of his lips off - and told him very straightforwardly that there was no way out. He would say yes. He will. It's inevitable.

"No," Sam says aloud, as if the angel is there in the empty motel room. "No, I won't."

There's a gun lying on the floor next to him. If he hadn't known before, he certainly knew now that he had just killed himself, that he had gone to heaven, that Lucifer had dragged him back. Just like he promised.

Was it easy, he wondered. Had it been a struggle, or was going to heaven as an angel just as simple as flying into the sky? Lucifer had said it didn't take him long to find him, that they were drawn to each other, sick sick sick, did that mean there was no escape?

Maybe if I run, if I get there and run as fast as I can. But how can I get myself to…?

Sam chews on his nails. I didn't remember Lucifer. But I remembered last night. Maybe if I wait another night, when I die, I'll remember him, and I'll remember to run.

With that grim vow in his head, he crawls into bed and tries to fall asleep, finally does sometime in the dead of night.

****

24 hours later. Sam had laid low, just gone to a grocery store to get some food and coffee, then sat in the motel room trying to think of what to do. How can I kill myself properly was such a darkly humorous idea that had suddenly become his goal. He can't just bring me back forever. I have to run somewhere he won't find me.

He decides to try a few experiments just in case he doesn't remember. In the dream, he had woken wearing the same clothing he'd died in, so he writes "RUN" on a piece of paper and stuffs it in his pocket. He does the same to another piece he plans to keep in his mouth. Just in case dead Sam doesn't remember Lucifer, he writes "DON'T TRUST THE BLOND MAN" on a third piece of paper.

Lastly, he screws a silencer onto the barrel of his gun; didn't want to alert other people in the motel, after all. It was a miracle nobody had moved his body the night before.

He pops the paper into his mouth, tries to get as little saliva on it as possible, then holds the gun to his head. His hand trembles and he thinks about Dean.

He fires.

****

Sam wakes up in a bedroom with a funny feeling in his mouth, but when he feels around with his tongue, there's nothing there. Must not've had enough water before bed.

"Sam! Time for school!" Dad yells from downstairs. Sam brightens and swings his legs out of bed; he liked this school. His teacher was really nice, he had a few friends, and he was getting really good grades. Every night he prayed that Dad would be okay just staying here forever.

Then he looks down; he didn't remember wearing jeans to bed.

Dream, he thinks. Then it comes back to him. Heaven. Lucifer.

Run.

In a flash, he's sprinting out of the room, down the hall, down the stairs, and outside of the house. The road he runs out onto stretches through the neighborhood, but then disappears into trees. He bolts towards them, his feet pounding on the concrete, and when he gets there, he nearly crashes into some huge redwoods.

Right, that time we were hunting a hide-behind in the state park, he remembers. But he doesn't let himself get lost in memories, just follows the path, running. Miraculously - but it does make sense - he doesn't get tired, so he just keeps running. On and on and on, deeper and deeper into the forest.

Just when he thinks he's made it, he's escaped, he's well and truly dead, he runs around a tree and smack into Lucifer, knocking them both over.

"There you are," Lucifer says from the ground, looking at Sam with an unbearable fondness. "You really tried to get away this time."

Sam scrambles away. "Get - get away from me, I'll never say yes to you," he spits out.

Lucifer sighs. "You will," he says. "And you need to be in your body for that. Now, come on."

Sam gets to his feet and bolts again, but he's only been running for a few seconds before Lucifer appears in front of him and grabs his wrist. "I'm sorry, Sam, but I have to do this," Lucifer says, and the world dissolves.

Sam's eyes shoot open and he sits up. His face is coated in blood and bits of skull and brain again, and he wipes it all off his nose and lips and eyelids and forehead. Dammit, he thinks, but he's determined. He will fucking make it happen. Maybe Lucifer will just get too tired of bringing him back, too annoyed, if it's too much of a hassle. Or maybe, just maybe, if he does enough damage to his body, Lucifer won't be able to shove his soul back into it.

This time, he aims the gun right above his pounding heart, waits a beat, and fires.

****

Brrring!

Jostled and bumped by other kids, Sam leaves school clutching his books to his chest. He's halfway to the school bus when he remembers that he's a grown adult and he's in heaven. He drops the books and bolts.

He runs down the street, turns a corner, runs down another, then the street fades into a gravel pathway through the woods. He keeps running, the gravel crunching under his shoes. The gravel path seems to stretch on for miles, so eventually he just turns to the left and starts bushwhacking through the forest, stepping over rocks and sticks, shoving his way through gaps in roots, avoiding prickly plants and poison oak, darting through the undergrowth.

Wings flutter. "Really, Sam?" Lucifer's there, mildly annoyed. "You know, it's not a piece of cake, getting to heaven. There are a lot of angels who really don't want me here."

"You won't have me," Sam says.

Lucifer just rolls his eyes and grabs Sam's arm, and they both fall into darkness.

****

"Look at you. What a mess."

Sam stirs, blinking. There's still blood on his face, and now it's completely soaked his shirt, gray stained with deep, thick red. The gun is gone. Blood has pooled around him on the floor.

A hand combs through his hair and strokes his jawline. "I told you I'd bring you back, Sam. That doesn't mean I wanted to."

Sam tries to get away, but there's an arm around his stomach holding him in place. It's…comforting, actually, he feels comfortable, and it's sickening. All of his instincts say to relax in Lucifer's arms, let him touch his face and hold him, and all of his instincts are wrong.

Lucifer's head rests on his, on his bloody hair. Chin, lips brush his head. This isn't a dream.

"How - how did you g-get here?" Sam croaks.

"You broke your ribs when you shot yourself," Lucifer says. "It broke that sigil Castiel put there. Don't worry, I recreated it, leaving myself out, of course. It was quite rude of him to keep me away from you, but we don't want company."

Sam's heart pumps new blood through his veins, old blood drying on him, sticky and lukewarm, and he itches to take his shirt off, but he can't move his arms very far. Lucifer adjusts his grip and - there's the gun, just off to the right.

"Let me go," he says, knowing Lucifer will refuse.

"You might try to hurt yourself again if I do," Lucifer says. "I can't let you. It breaks my heart, Sam. You'd really rather die - kill yourself - than be with me?"

He genuinely sounds sad, and it fills Sam with anger. "I'd kill myself a thousand times before I'd let you in," Sam snarls.

Lucifer doesn't respond for a while, just strokes his hair. Finally, he says, "It…wouldn't be how you think of it, Sam. You wouldn't be delegated to some tiny corner of your own head. I wouldn't dominate you, force you out, we'll be together inside of you. I'll let you see your brother and your friends, even let you out sometimes so you can talk to them as you. I'll give you everything you want, Sam. What else can I say?" He really truly sounds desperate, genuine pain in his voice.

Sam in- and exhales a deep breath. "No," he says. "Never."

Lucifer's grip had slackened in his little speech. In a flash, Sam reaches out, grabs the gun, aims at his own head, and pulls the trigger.

****

"Sam, this is getting ridiculous."

Sam blinks and rolls over, looking up. He was in bed, comfortable, cozy, with snow falling outside and Dean snoring in the room across from him. But Lucifer stands over him, arms crossed, not pleased.

"You're being quite selfish," Lucifer says. "Heaven drudges up an awful lot of bad memories for me. In case you've forgotten my tragic backstory, my Father and brother forced me into an isolation torture prison for millennia after said brother beat me in a fight. I'm not exactly thrilled to be here."

Sam sits up in bed and scoots away from Lucifer, staring at him. "How - how'd you get here so f -"

"I was with your soul when it departed," Lucifer says patiently. "I was able to follow it. Now, come on, can you promise you won't kill yourself again?"

"No. Just - just leave me here," Sam says, desperation leaking into his voice. "Just let me be dead. I should have died years ago, I should have died before anybody could die because of me. Just let me go. Let me stay here."

"I'm sorry, Sam, but I can only possess you if you're alive in your body," Lucifer says, sounding genuinely regretful. "I'll give you the peace you want, I promise, when we're together. I can create any world you want in your head for you to enjoy, if you want one. I could pull out your happiest memory, make a whole world just about it. Would you like that?"

Sam's stomach turns over; he didn't know one could feel nauseated in heaven. "I'll never be yours," he snaps.

Lucifer sighs and says, "Why don't we talk about this in a more tangible location." He touches Sam's face and the setting dissipates.

****

The whole room smells like blood. Sam raises a hand to wipe some off of his face but his hand is already sticky and red. Dried blood flakes off his wrist, his dry lips, his elbows. His head rests against something soft, and a hand is comfortably rubbing circles onto his hip, another running through his hair.

"You're so beautiful," Lucifer murmurs, enraptured. "Every time I heal you, I see it more and more."

Sam swallows.

"It hurts my feelings, really," Lucifer admits. "I don't know what else to offer you, Sam."

"Nothing," Sam says, his voice shot. "Nothing will get me to say yes to you." He looks around for his gun and doesn't see it. Maybe Lucifer took it away from him. "I told you, I'd kill myself a thousand times. This is my body. I decide what it does."

"It's our body," Lucifer corrects him gently. "You were made for me, just as I was made for you. You were holding onto it for me - for us - and I certainly appreciate how you've taken care of it. But…it's fate, Sam. You're going to say yes to me. Right now we're just counting down the minutes."

Sam's eyes dart around, still looking for the gun. But he has one other option, if he can't find it. "I won't," is all he can say.

"You will. The sooner you accept that, and the sooner you stop killing yourself, the sooner we can just move on from this whole mess," Lucifer says. "Please, Sam. I have a heart now, and you're breaking it. Just let me take care of you, or this will never end."

Sam wipes some blood that threatened to drip into his eyes. "Then it'll never end," he says, and shoves his pocketknife into his neck.

****

"Come on, you and Dad drink it, let me try," Sam urges.

Dean, eighteen and finally looking it, wiggles the beer bottle just out of reach. It's a bright sunny day and they're sitting on a few beach towels halfway up a sand dune. "No way, Sammy, Dad'll kill me if he finds out I let you drink. You're underage."

"So are you!"

"Only by three years. And hey, I can vote and buy cigarettes and join the army, I should be able to drink, too," Dean says, and drinks from the bottle. "You know?"

Sam folds his arms. "Well, if you're not gonna let me try it, can you at least not drink in front of me?"

Dean opens his mouth, then closes it, looking sly. "You know what? You can have it. But," he adds at Sam's victorious expression, "you have to drink the whole thing."

Sam scoffs; he's seen Dean and Dad knock back half a bottle at once before, and Dean didn't even tell him to chug it, he can totally drink the whole thing. Dean hands him the bottle and he takes an eager swig - and chokes.

"Yuck!" Sam gags, spitting. "That's gross! How can you drink that stuff?"

"Hey, what'd I tell you? You have to drink the whole bottle," says Dean, snickering. "That's the rule."

"But it's disgusting!"

"I knew you'd hate it, that's why I didn't give it to you," Dean says with a grin. "Finish the bottle, party animal. But, uh, if Dad asks, I did not give it to you."

Sam shoots Dean a scowl, then takes another drink of the beer and sticks his tongue out. "I'm gonna tell Dad you told me to drink the whole bottle."

"Then I'll tell Dad about that magazine you think I don't know about."

Sam's eyes go wide and he turns beet red. "B - y - th - but - the - you - no, no, no, you can't -"

"Whoa, relax, relax, I'm kidding," Dean says quickly, holding up his hands. "It's fine, I was checkin' out Playboy when I was fourteen. But, uh. Look, it's fine by me if you swing that way. Nothing wrong with it. And I really don't think Dad would care, either, he had a buddy in the army who was kind of a fruit, he told me."

Sam stares at him, relief flooding him from head to toe. "You - you really don't care that I…"

Dean shakes his head. "Nope. S' not like it's hurting anyone." He reaches out and ruffles Sam's hair. "But I'd, uh, keep it quiet outside of the two of us, you know? Lotta folks aren't cool about that sort of thing."

Sam nods firmly. "I know. I haven't told anyone," he says, and smiles. "Thanks, Dean."

"Yup. Gimme that." Dean snatches the beer bottle from Sam's hand and takes a long drink, then hands it back to him. "Rest is for you. You wanna swim?"

"Yeah!"

They take off their shirts and run down the steep sand dune, nearly falling on top of each other, and run right into the ocean. It's colder than they thought and both boys are immediately complaining about the temperature. Dean shoves Sam's head under for a few seconds, so when Sam resurfaces, gasping, he splashes a ton of water at Dean, who yelps and splashes Sam right back. After a minute, Sam heads back to shore, giving Dean the finger when he calls him a pussy, and begins the climb back up the sand dune.

Up at the top, Sam is hot again, and he flops down onto the beach towel, dripping water everywhere. He dries off his hands and grabs for his backpack, searching for a book, but -

Why do his hands look so weird? They look…old.

"Are you having fun?"

Sam jolts and turns around. In a heartbeat, he's twenty-five, not fourteen, and he recognizes the man who sits down next to him.

"I can do this, you know," Lucifer says, gesturing at the beach. "I can let you live in your best memories when we're in your body together. I didn't realize your brother accepting you was such a big moment…but it makes sense."

Sam is silent - mad at Lucifer, hating how his angel can just watch his memories like this, but also…

He wiggles his toes in the sand. It feels so real.

"I would have this, with you?" he asks.

Lucifer's eyes brighten. "You could live through any memory for as long as you want, Sam," he promises. "You can relive any happy moment. I could make new ones, too. You could live in them and forget about everything else."

Sam thinks about blood and pain and Dean's disappointed face and the death and destruction he had brought - Lucifer had brought. He thinks about this day at the beach, so many years ago now. He thinks about every other moment in his life he loved. He thinks, guiltily, that it really would be nice to just…forget. Forget about all of it. Lose himself in this.

"Can I take you back now?" Lucifer asks gently. "Can we talk?"

Sam nods, and the beach fades.

****

The stink of blood seems to have permanently lodged itself in Sam's nose. It's all he can smell. He moves his hand and touches a pool of the stuff. He remembers, in flickers, drinking his own blood when he was at his most desperate. Wonders how it tastes now.

Lucifer holds him, cradles him. "I cleaned you up this time," he says, brushing hair out of Sam's face; indeed, it's no longer matted with blood. "I wanted to see your face. I want to see you smile again, like you did in that memory."

Sam's mouth is a straight line. He's sure his pocket knife is gone along with the gun.

"I have one more thing to show you," Lucifer says, stroking Sam's jaw, down to his neck, hovering over his chest. "I can give this to you, too."

Sam gasps - this was brand new. Sheer ecstasy, sheer bliss, runs through every vein and artery, lighting up his body. He feels like he's floating, powerful jolts of concentrated joy sending currents up and down his limbs, culminating in the pit of his stomach, like - fuck. He flushes, suddenly hot, suddenly very very turned on, squirming as the feeling settles deep within, as Lucifer's touch turns him inside out.

It feels like it's over as soon as it begins, and he's left panting in Lucifer's lap, hoping and praying he isn't hard. Lucifer is still touching his hair, touching his face, hand on his chest straying down to his stomach, pushing up his shirt, touching his hot skin. "It can all be yours," Lucifer murmurs. "I could give you this whenever you want."

It's getting harder and harder to keep saying no. The promise of relief, of solace, of pleasure, it's overwhelming. Sam arches his back, craning for - something, wanting something.

"That's it, Sam," says Lucifer softly. "Put an end to this. Say yes to me."

Sam remembers why he killed himself in the first place.

He remembers how he got here.

He remembers that first meeting, all of Lucifer's poison.

He touches the blood on the ground.

"No," he says. "Always no. Always."

Lucifer's hands on him clench, then ease. "We'll see about that," he says quietly, sadly, and presses a kiss to Sam's forehead. Then, with the flap of giant wings, he's gone.

Sam exhales. Finally alone. And there - his gun, his pocket knife, all just out of reach from where Lucifer had been holding him.

He picks them up, looks between them. He could do it. He could do it again. Again and again and again. And Lucifer would bring him back every single time.

There was no way out.

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#averyfics #spn fic #uhhhh. ill tentatively tag as #samifer #even tho its light shipping and very much onesided #anyway. hi

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dracobrooklyn · 1 year ago

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Did anyone ask for Vox x Female!Reader headcannons? No? That's fine. As Thanos said "Fine, I'll do it myself." and I just did.

This is a Cannon x Female!Reader just a heads up. I do take some cannon stuff from the Show, but I also add my own things in their, these are just guess's since we don't know what's gonna happen in Season 2.

CW: There is NSFW stuff in this, Sugar Daddy x Sugar baby theme, pet names, P in V sex, spanking, biting, scratching, and a bit of Age-gap.

Word count: 777

Vox is very much old fashion so dating him, he very much can be a gentleman with his lover. His sweet little sugar baby. Opens the door for you, pulls out the chair for you and gently slides you back in. Kiss's your knuckles as a token of affection and greeting. Vox I like to think absolutely would sometimes sends flowers if he is inspired or saw them thinking about you.

I mean why are you dating him? Isn't he dating Valentino and Velvet? Well yes he is, but why not have more in the circle. Also yes you are probably in your middle to late 20's and he probably in his late 30's Early 40's... But he also offered a good price to be his arm candy. $5,000 Dollars. Welp time to put on that makeup, and cute heels he likes.

Vox isn't into much PDA but he will wrap an arm around you to keep by his side. Sit on his lap in a club or even when he's working onto his chair. May run his Blue neon claws through your hair just to get a good feel of them while listening to someone talk or reading something. Maybe smell the shampoo you used in your hair.

Vox will SPOIL you! And I mean it. The Man will buy you so much Jewelry. Nice new clothes, dresses, shoes, and yes sexy lingerie. Or he will get Velvets stuff for free cause yeah they work together. He likes to dress up his lil Sugar baby. The Lingerie he likes black, anything with black and some blue in there, he will lose his mind! In a good way that is. You see the red blood of the corner of his mouth seeping as he grins at you wearing that delectable outfit.

Vox will want you to call him daddy. I am not kidding he will look at you smirking as he hands you a gift you say "Thank you." to him as he wiggles his brows at you as he asks "How about thank you daddy~?". You're not sure if you like to say the nickname, it's in a way degrading to yourself... but at the same time you can't help but blush and mumbled it out making him grin showing his sharp teeth, and the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth again. Vox is a Switch, I am sure he very much bottoms when it comes to Valentino or maybe Tops the Moth man when Valentino feels like taking it up from the ass. But with you, you're the Sub, and he's the Dom. He will want you to call him daddy while he is thrusting into you. Resting your knee's onto his shoulders trying to bend you as much as he can so he can thrust deeper inside your plush wet Pussy.

Will the man electrocute you sometimes during sex? A little yes, I like to think his blue tongue does lick onto your skin and you feel a little shock. Causing goosebumps onto your skin. Even more so he will do it to your nipples as well. Vox also is a Biter, I mean with those sharp teeth, He leaves marks. The Bite marks glow neon blue but they slowly fade away over night only leaving the bite marks.

Vox's pet names towards you is "Kitten, Sugar Tits, Princess, and Sweet heart." and sometimes "Brat." if you act up because this man is a Brat tamer. He will grab you and give you a soft spank as a warning. If you continue, he will later at night give you a punishment worth deserving.

Vox loves lip play. Gently takes his blue claw thumb gently flicking your lip lovingly tracing his thumb onto them as he licks his teeth slowly. He loves looking at your lips, just thought of them kissing something to vile as he is. Or even sucking him off.

Vox cums neon blue cum... I'm not sorry and I was not the only one who thought that, don't lie.... *squints eyes* Vox uses Sex toys?.... Honey.... the man is the vibrator... XD JK but he does yes, he will get creative though as long you like it of course. I like to think he communicates with his partner, unlike Valentino the rat. And Yes use Aphrodisiac's if you're alright with that. Give you a better sex experience.

His Aftercare is meh, it could be better but he at least make sure you have something to drink after fucking you. Makes sure you didn't get hurt from his claws cause he do have those sharp claws. They hurt guys... ouch.

#Hazbin Hotel #Vox #Hazbin Hotel Vox #Hazbin Hotel x Reader

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theoraclej · 1 year ago

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well, that was bitterly disappointing to the depths of my soul.

yes, I'm talking about Tech.

he deserved better. the BATCH deserved better. OMEGA deserved better.

I don't like the way they basically just erased any and all grief for Tech except for a couple of fucking off-hand mentions that barely whetted the appetite for more of the only character I really identified with

because I'm the info dumping autistic guy in my irl groups

and to see him shuffled off in the manner they used was a fucking insult

and to be teased about it by the show creators

or worse, harassed by the bad lot of Star Wars fans

and to kill off their autistic guy who DEFINITELY had chemistry and the first hints of flirty bonding with a Black woman is a bad look, v bad look

imo they botched the whole finale, not just the Tech thing because like look:

I guess this zillo beast is just gonna live on that planet now, instead of getting involved in the story they had it fuck off to the jungle - what

CX-2? who was he? too bad we'll never know because he was dropped before he was identified

it was shot so dark, everything was hard to see, and mind you my television set is especially tuned for it to NOT be dark because I hate that shit, I am going to be forced to watch it again despite not wanting to so I can listen to the audio descriptions and better understand the fights

they totally dropped Omega's force sensitivity stuff, like I wanted to know more about that, and about the other kids, will they even be safe? cause we know the empire keeps stealing force sensitive kids

speaking of those kids, what even was the point? the research was destroyed yet we know project necromancer is eventually successful or maybe they're retconning that too, who knows, all the rules are off the table and nothing matters

writing was inconsistent for an episode meant to be important

Crosshair did not deserve to have his hand cut off. I know prosthetics are "easier" and "more accessible" in this universe but also I don't give a fuck, just insult to injury and more, this man has suffered enough from the moment they jacked his chip up to 11

back to Tech: they spent so much time being cute little shits about him that his return seemed inevitable, as I watched the season I kept counting down time left for him to show up, and I had hopes all the way through until the first fade to black, only to be bitterly reminded of his death with the goggles in Omega's ship

two highlights I did enjoy - Omega and Hunter at the end, making me wonder if there will be a show about Omega set during the rebellion or if she'll show up in The Mandalorian or Ahsoka

Nala Se killing the shit out of rampart as she herself died, thank you Nala Se

but overall UGH, I will be tender from this one for awhile, I almost want to cancel Disney+ until I feel able to watch Star Wars stuff again

might write some fix-it fic, I'm too hurt right now tho

I'm commiserating with the rest of you who seem to have much the same reaction to this disaster of a finale

so yeah, we all deserved better, fictional folks and real folks and zillo beasts alike

#the bad batch #star wars #the bad batch spoilers #tbb tech #bad batch spoilers #tbb s3 spoilers #bad batch season 3 #the bad batch season 3 #the bad batch season 3 spoilers #bad batch season 3 spoilers #tech #tech the bad batch #tech lives as far as I'm concerned #whatever we saw there wasn't it y'all #tbb omega #omega #they have lost my trust and my faith #I don't think I've ever been so disgustedly disappointed #ugh

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eleanordol · 3 months ago

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💛— warnings. Horrors Beyond Human Comprehension

💛— synopsis. Whitney has enough Insight to see the Truth of the Town.

💛— word count. 1600

"Was that a person with fucking cat ears???" Whitney stopped dead in his tracks. Something had darted across the street and into the alley; something weirdly human-looking and not at the same time.

"Mate, it was a cat," a short girl laughed. "You been watching too much anime with your girlfriend?"

He furrowed his brow. "She doesn't watch that shit." Defending Eleanor got a few of his friends rolling their eyes.

"I swear to fuck I just saw a naked cat person run across the street."

"It was a normal cat," a boy in a shearling coat joined the conversation. "You okay man?"

"Did you eat one of those edibles at Corey's house?" Another boy asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Or the gummies?" chimed in another.

"I'm fine and no I didn't." Frustration built in his voice. "I'm gonna go find it and you guys are gonna look fuckin' stupid." He abruptly turned on his heel and flipped his friends off, walking backwards across the street toward the alley. The group exchanged confused looks before eventually walking away, leaving their wayward leader to his own devices.

The entry to the alley was cramped. Whitney had to turn sideways between the buildings to eventually emerge into a large open space. The area was filled with typical back-alley detritus - a broken ladder that once led to the roof, dumpsters in various states of fullness, overflowing trash cans, and scattered cardboard boxes. He pulled out his phone, initially just for the flashlight, but when Eleanor's smiling face lit up his lock screen, he sighed and opened their messages, quickly typing away.

Whitney: Hey slut

Eleanor: hey baby <3

Whitney: Can you meet me behind the fuckin uh

He paused, looking around, trying to remember which buildings he was between

Whitney: fuck it I'll turn location on, meet me here

Eleanor: :o what's going on?

Whitney: I saw something fucked up and we’re gonna find it

The screech of Eleanor's bike was followed by her soft footsteps squeezing through the alley entrance. Whitney turned, his phone light catching her worried expression.

"Baby, we should go," she said, reaching for his hand. "Whatever you think you saw-"

A wet, hissing noise from behind one of the dumpsters cut her off. Before Eleanor could stop him, Whitney swung his phone light toward the sound. The beam caught something that made his stomach lurch.

The misshapen creature, shifting between a normal cat and a deformed cat person hissed. Reality around it seemed wrong, warped, unfamiliar. Limbs too long, eyes too big. Its mouth opened to show rows of needle-like teeth, its ears flat against its head and tail puffed up as its body moved in ways a human body never should be able to. It hurt Whitney’s eyes to focus on it too long, reality would melt the longer he watched the creature poise itself.

"Eleanor?" Whitney's voice was barely a whisper. "What the fuck is that?"

Eleanor stepped forward, and Whitney watched in stunned silence as she... changed. Two small, black curved horns materialized atop her head, and a thin black tail with a heart-shaped spade at the tip emerged, swishing nervously.

"Get the fuck out of here." The command was simple but held enough power that the thing scrambled away, disappearing into the shadows with that horrible hissing sound fading into the night.

Whitney stumbled backward until his back hit the brick wall, his breath coming in short gasps. The world around him had shifted; the alley was the same but different. Everything felt like it had changed in a way he couldn't begin to describe.

"What the fuck?" His voice cracked. "What the FUCK?"

She turned to face him, those familiar golden eyes staying the same despite the changes. Her tail curled tightly around her leg. "I can- I can explain-"

"How long?" he demanded, his hands shaking. "How fucking long have you been... whatever you are?"

"Always," she whispered. "I was born like this. Half-demon. I don't even really know what that means most of the time. Bailey said-"

"Stop." Whitney ran his hands through his hair, tugging hard enough to hurt. "Just... fuck. FUCK." He slammed his fist against the wall behind him, making Eleanor flinch.

"Whitney, please," her voice was small, scared. "I'm still me."

He looked at her; really looked at her. Past the horns and the tail, she was still wearing his hoodie. Still had various light scars on her body from the time she was sold and almost died. Still bit her lip when she was nervous, just like now.

"Fuck," he said again, but softer this time. He pushed off from the wall and crossed to her in two quick strides, pulling her roughly into his arms. She made a surprised sound as he buried his face in her black hair, careful of her horns.

"I'm fucking terrified," he admitted against her head. "And pissed. So fucking pissed that you didn't tell me. But you're still my slut."

Her tail slowly unwound from her leg, tentatively wrapping around his wrist instead. "I don't know much about what I am," she whispered. "I've been figuring it out alone."

"Is the town just like this?" he asked firmly, though his heart was still racing. "Why can I see shit now?"

Tears welled in the corner of her eyes. "Once you see you can’t unsee, I didn’t want you to ever have to see this shit Whitney."

The world around them was still wrong; too sharp, too alive; but Eleanor in his arms felt exactly right. Even if she now came with some extra features he'd have to get used to.

"This is so fucked up," he added, "we're having a long fucking talk and you’re gonna tell me fucking everything you know."

Her tail tightened slightly around his wrist. "Okay." She paused for a moment, burying her face into his chest, “I love you,” she whimpered, revealing that she was now fully crying.

He signed deeply, “I love you too.” Rarely said but always meant, he knew it was the one thing that would calm her down in this moment.

Light pollution had dimmed most of the stars in the night sky, leaving only the brightest and boldest celestial bodies fighting to be seen through the hazy urban veil. Their faint light struggled against the artificial glow that mankind had cast upward, creating a perpetual twilight even in the deepest hours of night.

Whitney sprawled out on the bench, his head tilted back as he brought a cigarette to his lips. Taking a long, contemplative drag, he exhaled steadily, watching the smoke dissipate into the darkness above. His nerves were completely shot after the events that had transpired only an hour or two ago. "So are we, like, in fucking hell or what?" he asked, his voice carrying a mixture of exhaustion and incredulity.

"Maybe?" Eleanor replied from her place beside him on the bench. "Or maybe it's just a curse on the town." Her voice carried a hint of uncertainty, as if she herself barely understood their situation.

"This tracks for my shitty life, honestly," Whitney mused, his icy blue eyes scanning the night sky. "So there are animal people, demons, and plant monsters that you know of. The church might be a cult, there's another cult in the forest, and the lake has ghosts in it?"

Eleanor tapped her hands nervously against her thighs, a rhythmic gesture that betrayed her anxiety. "Yup, and the only people who know for sure about everything besides me and you are Robin and Bailey."

"No wonder Robin's such a wimp ass little bitch," Whitney remarked, holding the cigarette out to her. He watched as her shaky hand took it, noting her nervous energy. "Calm down. I told you you're still mine, okay?"

She nodded silently, taking a drag from the offered cigarette.

A contemplative silence settled between them before Whitney spoke again, his tone shifting to something more playful. "Is the succubus thing why your pussy is so bomb?"

Caught completely off guard, Eleanor began to cough, the smoke catching in her lungs. "May... maybe?" she managed to sputter between coughs.

Whitney laughed, running a hand through his fringe. "It's pretty hot. When we go back, I want to check out all the changes."

Eleanor dropped the spent cigarette to the ground, carefully stamping it out with her foot. "I only have horns and a tail, and you can see those already," she protested, a slight blush coloring her cheeks.

"Are you, like, eating my soul?" he asked, his tone suddenly serious.

"What? No!" She frowned, genuinely offended by the suggestion. "I do feel refreshed afterward though. Kind of tingly, like after a few shots, but I'm completely sober."

As if in response to their conversation, a single star streaked across the lonely sky, a brief flash of brilliance in the otherwise uneventful sky.

"You're not just any slut, you're THE slut," he teased, his gaze still fixed on the sparse stars above. His hand found hers in the darkness, their fingers intertwining naturally.

#whitney the bully #dol pc #dol #degrees of lewdity #eleanor lore

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mangohobbit · 10 months ago

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CoD OC X TF141 (Platonic)

Authors Note: Hello to anyone this reaches (this feels like a message in a bottle) For over a year now I've writing both a storyline and drabbles of my Call of Duty OC with the 141 boys. I just love her so much, and I've been having a blast writing her and the boys. This is me finally getting the courage to post her story. Maybe my style of writing isn't for everyone, and I'm not a great writer or anything, but it's my story and character that I've grown very attached to. I did try my best to research how the military works from different parts of the world. Not gonna lie when I say it can get very overwhelming with the information. But I'm here for the fun times so inaccuracies will happen but I don't think they detract from the story or the characters as a whole. So I hope you enjoy :)

Story Note: When I tell you this is a slow burn...this is a SSSLLOOWWW BBUUURRRNN. The first story is simply for you to get to know Daniela (my OC) and learn how she got recruited to the 141. I want you guys to care for her story and struggles throughout her journey with the 141. Her relationship with each of the boys is purely platonic and each dynamic with them is different. The romance will come later I PROMISE!

*please be nice with me! I tried editing as much as possible! (Being bilingual makes me dumb sometimes)

Tigger warning? Well there is a kidnapping and your regular warfare violence but not in this chapter.

Word Count : 2938

Harpia and the 141 part 1: The Boys and the Bird

Chapter 1: The Harpy and her cake

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The fireworks went off as the last of the set of military groups passed the line as their anthem faded into another marching band song. Streamers filled the sky along with stray balloons floated all around from children's slippery fingers. As a special anniversary of some hundred year old treaty to allied forces from long forgotten war, the militaries from all around the world were invited to show off in the hosting country. This time it was in Paris, France. The streets were littered with thousands of parade watchers and hundreds of military personnel showing off their fancy parade outfits. Shiny black boots stepped on fallen streamers and confetti as some sixty different countrymen and women advertised themselves to the civilians who decided to come out and enjoy the merriment.

“Come on Ghost, get into the spirit of it,” Soap waved a small Scottish flag in front of his friend's face.

“I hate these things,” Ghost gruffed.

“It’s a beautiful spring day in Paris. How can you hate it?” Gaz nudged on his comrades crossed arms.

“Because it’s annoying and loud,” Simon huffed.

“You just have to get into the spirit,” Soap fiddled his flag at Simon’s face.

“Soap, if you value that shit little flag then get it away or I snap it in half. Make a choice,” Ghost threatened.

Soap glared at his party pooping lieutenant, who always had a hard time in crowds.

“Haven’t been to one of these in awhile,” Gaz waved the U.K flag. “Have either you ever participated in one of these?” he asked.

“Once,” Soap and Ghost responded at the same time, though in different tones. Soap in a happy way and Ghost in an annoyed way.

“I’m gonna take a guess and say you hated it Simon?” Gaz chuckled.

“Got a free meal afterwards for it so whatever,” Simon huffed.

“I got to wear a fancy kilt and sash,” Johnny remembered the event fondly.

“Come on boys!” Captain Price called out for his boys from behind. “Let's get something to eat that, for once, we don’t have to pay for.”

The rest of the 141 followed behind the captain. Winding through the crowd they were curious as to why Price had brought them to the parade in the first place. This morning they were in their regular base across the English canal and by the afternoon they were surrounded by people while the music of marching bands pounded into their ears.

Soap moved up to Price’s side. “So are you goin’ to tell us why we’re here. Captain?”

“Not yet MacTavish. Let’s get some grub first then I'll get you in on it,” Price replied.

“You don’t know either do you?” Ghost spoke up.

“Something like that,” Price confessed.

When the group went around the corner of the street, a familiar face looked up to them. “Boys?” It was Laswell standing in front of the entrance to a giant white tent where parade performers were walking into.

“Kate,” Gaz was the first to come up to his mentor with a handshake and a smile.

“Good to see you again boys,” she grinned back at them. “Come on in and grab a bite while I talk with your captain,” she gestured for them to follow her. Before walking into the tent through a separate line, Kate flashed a laminated badge to the two security guards standing watch. They nodded to the agent for her to go with the 141.

Soap, Gaz, and Soap did as they were told by Kate. They were pretty hungry from all the walking and endless standing in the heat of the day. The three filled their plates to the brim with all kinds of good stuff while Price went to talk to Laswell on the side.

“So why did you need me here on such short notice?” the captain of the 141 asked.

Without saying another word Kate handed John a manila folder which only meant one thing. Although, with Kate that’s what most of their meets up and conversations were about; assignments and favors. Which would it be this time?

“Who is in need of saving this time Kate?” Price grinned sarcastically. As he opened the folder the first thing he noticed was the family photo as it was on top of the pile. Just a family of three; a father, mother, and daughter (a young woman) lined up together in front of some historic looking building. All three were smiling happily for the shot.

“She’s been taken,” Laswell said, then sipped on some champagne.

“And her importance? Price asked.

“The man is Juan Carlos Morena. He’s an environmentalist recently elected as mayor to a town in the south of Colombia. He's become infamous in the conservation sphere. And with him being elected as a mayor only made him more famous. It’s given other activists hope that people want change to happen in the region.”

“But?” Price looked to Laswell finding the “but” in this topic.

“Climate activists in Colombia have always been targeted by a number of greedy people. They are the disruptors to their illegal operations so it’s common for activists like this guy to be killed. Only this time instead of just killing him off his daughter has been taken by a confirmed cartel group operating in the area.”

“How is it confirmed?” Price asked.

“To make a statement they kidnapped her in daylight in front of people. It was filmed,” Kate took out her phone from her pocket and played the video on silent. It was a shaky shot but it was definitely a video of a young woman being shoved into a car while fighting for her life.

“How do you know it’s not some staged act? Daddy’s girl wanted to get away from parents?”

“I asked the same question but she’s also just as giving to the community as her parents are. She’s a lawyer and leader of her own organization of helping women leave their abusive households. She’s active in the community so trust me when I say she doesn’t seem like a spoiled, rich girl that got into the wrong crowd.”

“Christ,” Price flipped through the pages. “You said a confirmed cartel as well? How do we know that?”

“The symbol on the jeep is the symbol used by this particular organization. They’ve been within our radar for some time so it was recognizable. Not much has been done on our part to suppress them but this could finally be our chance.”

“So moving drugs and inciting violence is one thing but you finally draw the line at kidnapping a major figure of the community?” Price looked at Kate in suspicion.

“There have been plenty of stories that have come to me about these guys, Price,” she got defensive. “But stories weren't enough. Now we have footage and a kidnapping. It's a chance to finally put these guys down once and for all. And you and your boys are the best in the business for this kind of job. So what do you say?”

Price kept glaring at his old friend. Although she tried to hide it, Kate had a look of desperation and concern. Price gave in with a heavy sigh. “What are our villains' names?”

“They call themselves “The Jungle” or in Spanish it would be “La Jungla”,” Kate revealed in a rough accent. “They used to be a small sect connected to the Medellin cartel but have operated for the past twenty years as their own separate organization. These are dangerous people John. And the civilians of this region could use one less threat to their lives,” Laswell put the now empty glass onto a passing tray. Price stayed silent for a moment looking over the rest of the files. “You don’t have to accept this but the squad that’s being formed by their own military could use some people like you and your boys.”

The captain looked at the family photo one last time. Those smiles cut deep into the soldiers heart in thinking how scared they all must be. Her family weren’t the only one’s in pain. This was a whole community of people trying to make their lives better and it only keeps being interrupted by vile people like this cartel.

“Well, alright then,” John closed the folder and handed it back to his friend.

“Your support will be very appreciated, John,” Laswell grinned.

“How did you even hear about this mess?”

“Through the grapevine kind of situation. A friend, of a friend, of a friend contacted me.”

“Looks like you’re the most popular kid in the schoolyard Kate,” John chuckled with Kate following along with him as she found the comment humorous as well.

“There is one slight problem John.”

“And that is?”

“You and your boys have no experience in this region or a landscape like this and only you and Gaz know Spanish that’s passable at best. This is a region where English speakers are rare and communication will be a key,” Kate explained. “There could also be encounters with non Spanish speakers as well.”

“So what are you saying?” John crossed his arms.

“Your team is being loaned a new recruit. But don’t worry they have plenty of experience for this kind of stuff,” Laswell looked to her left and gestured for a man some feet away from them to come join her and Price. The man came up and greeted Price with a firm handshake. He was dressed in a formal military uniform with the flag of Peru patch on his left arm. “John, this is Colonel Alvarez of the Peruvian Air Force.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Captain Price,” the man nodded.

“Pleasure is all mine, Colonel. It’s not you who will be joining me for the mission will it?” John didn’t want to be rude but the man had some years on him to be doing a mission like the one he just accepted.

“No, no captain, I have recommended someone to Laswell for you to take on the mission. She is a very valuable asset to the air force and will be very helpful in this situation.”

“What does the Peruvian military have to do with the affairs of the remote region of Colombia?” John asked.

“That we share many common enemies and most notably…we share the Amazon,” the colonel noted. “It is not uncommon for military troops from different nations that share a border to assist one another on missions like this.”

“I’m going to take a guess and say you’re the friend of a friend Laswell was implying about?”

“Indeed,” the colonel nodded. “This is who will be joining your team captain,” the Peruvian man handed Price another manila folder with the name “Harpia” in the front.

John skimmed over the impressive resume of the recruit. Kate was right about her experience even though she had only been in the military for the past five years. “She’s quite the academic,” John noticed the bachelor's degree in her education side of the file along with a number of certifications. Then there was a list under the languages section that left him surprised. “What are all these?”

“Your recruit is an expert in indigenous languages, captain,” the colonel explained. “Where you are going, not everyone speaks Spanish. Not many military personnel have her knowledge and even fewer civilians have her experience and clearance for this kind of mission.”

“Alright, so we meet her over there?” John accepted the outcome.

“Not necessarily John, she was in the parade and is right here,” Kate said.

“She would be right over…” the colonel scanned the area of the dining tent. “There she is,” the colonel pointed to a young woman holding a small plate with a half eaten slice of cake.

“Does she know about all this?” Price asked.

“Indeed she does,” the colonel nodded. “You can go and meet her now if you like.”

“Then if you’ll excuse me,” Price nodded to the two higher ranking agents as he went off to the side and meet his new temp.

Not one for sneaking, John came up to the young woman directly. She was dressed in a dark green coat and knee length skirt in the same color and some low square heels. She had a fancy sash across her chest and a spiffy looking hat that lay on top of her neatly slicked back hair that was tied on a braided low bun. She was fully decked out as much as the other parade performers.

The young woman saw the captain make his way towards her and she put down her plate immediately. There was a cheery grin on her face once John was finally in front of her; towering over her frame. “Captain Price?” the decorated woman asked.

“That would be me,” John smiled at her. The most notable thing about the lady was her small stature. She seemed to be even shorter than Farah. Her cheekbones were high and sharp but also maintained a very round face. There was something very unique about her face but then he remembered the list of languages she knew.

“It’s an honor to meet you Captain,” she shook Price's hand enthusiastically. “I am Lieutenant Daniela Huari of the Peruvian Air Force.”

“Aka Harpia,” John added. “What’s that stand for?”

“The harpy, like in Greek mythology but in this case it’s after the harpy eagle of South America,” Daniela explained.

“Can’t wait to find out how you got that one,” John chuckled. “So you’re the one who’s joining me and my boys?”

“It would seem so,” Daniela nodded.

“You know what you’re walking into, right?” John had his concern dad tone switched on.

“I do,” the lieutenant nodded a yes to the captain.

“Good,” John smiled at her eagerness. “I mean clearly you more than qualified for this,” he held up her file. “Very impressive stuff in here.”

“Thank you Captain Price,” Daniela grinned at the praise.

“Alright lieutenant, you meet us on the base at 18:00 hours. There isn’t any more time to waste here.”

“Si, capitan,” Daniela saluted the higher ranking officer.

“Meet ya there Harpia,” John grinned once more to the young woman and made his way back to his boys who were stuffing themselves with all sorts of stuff on their plates. “Come on lads we have some packing and explaining to do,” Price waved for the other three men to follow him out of the tent.

“Who were you talking to Cap’?” Soap asked while taking one last bit out of his dessert.

“Who was that with Laswell?” Gaz then questioned as well.

“And who was the shrimp you talked to next?” Ghost added to the list of questions to his captain.

“Let’s talk about this at the base boys. There’s a lot to unpack here,” Price led his task force back to the base on the outskirts of the city.

Task Force 141 made their way to their assigned aircraft that would be crossing them over the Atlantic all the way to a base in Venezuela. Price was right about unpacking a great deal of information to the other three men. The mayor, the mayor's daughter, her kidnapping, the cartel, there was much for the boys to intake.

“A rescue mission and taking down a cartel. This’ll be fun,” Soap laid a friendly soft punch on Ghost’s shoulder.

“Just dandy, Soap,” Simon gruffed.

With heavy bags on their shoulders they finally found the lot for their transport. The loading dock door was fully open, ready for them to load in. But as they turned to go up the ramp all three men stopped dead in their tracks at someone already strapping in their own bags.

“Who the hell are you?” Ghost partially yelled at the woman.

Daniela bounced in her turn to the 141 crew members as she didn’t hear them come from behind her. “Oh you’re here, great,” she walked up to the men who towered over her.

“Lieutenant Riley, Sergeant Garrick, Sergeant MacTavish, it’s a pleasure to meet you boys. I’ll be working with you on this mission,” she extended her hand for one of them to shake but all three of them just looked at her confusingly.

“Boys! Be nice,” Price came from behind them. “This is lieutenant Daniela Huari. She is joining us as a pilot, guide, translator and interpreter, and survival expert,” Price came up to Daniela and gave her upper back a quick pat. “She’s on loan to us from the Peruvian Air Force so play nice with her. I want a good report about us from her when all this is over.”

“Survival expert?” Soap asked.

“The biggest disadvantage we have is that neither of us have ever been to this type of region. We’ve been to the country before but the place isn’t the streets of Bogota. This is the Amazon, a hostile environment we’ve never been to. Even though we’ll be assisting a military squadron from Colombia, I was informed that she will be needed.”

“For what?” Ghost asked.

“To make sure you don’t wipe your ass with a poisonous plant,” Daniela teased.

Gaz and Soap couldn’t help but snicker at the comment. Even Price couldn’t hold in a soft scoff to his chest. “Alright soldiers, let’s get going. We have a whole ass ocean to cross.”

Johnny laughed quietly to Simon. “She’s a lieutenant and you called her a shrimp.”

“Shut up,” Ghost rumbled beneath his breath.

——The captain meeting Daniela Huari

#call of duty #call of duty fanfic #cod mw2 #captain john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #kate laswell #call of duty oc #cod oc #callofdutyocharpia #cod fan fiction

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OK but when you're free of all the other obligations and able to do it can we get the Ines skin writeup anyway because I liked the Eine Variation one and why do they keep giving Caprinae ops skin like this do they just hate goats at hypergryph or what

Okay so I got this ask a month and a half ago and am just now getting to responding to it. In that time, I got a job as a professional VFX artist so my opinion means double what it did before. So that's fun! Respect me and bow to me, peasants.

I wrote a massively long writeup here and then my page refreshed and I lost all of it twice. Let's speedrun this shit, alright? (She says, immediately writing a 5 page unhinged rant.)

This skin sucks because of the exact opposite reason Eine Variation does, it's just too fucking detailed for its own good.

...Also what the fuck is that in the background is that a goddamned alien spaceship has anyone else noticed this?? This is a bloodline of combat skin this is canon does ines just fight aliens at some point what the FUCK?

Anwyay VFX in the readmore.

Deploy animation. I hate you. I hate this. I hate it.

It's rare I get to see an entire skin's mistakes in microcosm like this! That's fun!

This is so detailed that it actually ceases to have any real shape or identity. This doesn't look like shadow, because skins can just. Change character lore to make something look cool yes I'm still mad. Is it stars? That would explain the weird yellow dots, and there are stars in the art. Fire? No, it's not actually fire, there'd be fire here. Burning fabric? It only looks like that if I squint and zoom in, but I can't... think of anything else.

The colors are so awful. The way that there is a hard line between the dark lavender and the scarlet which then fades into orange is. A choice. I would not have made. At all. In any way. Ever. At any point. Also the random dots of yellow are very funny because they are so clearly just random pixels of yellow. Some of them even aren't in the orange, so they're just like, highlights that have decided to break out of the highlighted areas. Did they.. want this to look like her burning dress? In which case, why are they.. blue? Her dress is black with orange embers, I don't GET IT.

Also small thing but it has a drop shadow, but like. She's literally in all black until she fully appears. And the swirling ribbons are dark-colored. There's no worry about them not standing out against a light background. Is that just supposed to look like she's surrounded by shadow if that's the case then why isn't the rest of this shadow AGH.

This looks weirdly... JPEG compressed??? Like, you can kiiinda see it in the big version, but if I shrink this down to phone resolution...

GOOD LORD SHE'S BEEN DEEP-FRIED.

S1 is good. I like it. It's simple, elegant. Good use of colors, and I think the impact looks great, good use of red and orange to create visual interest. Not gonna bother to screenshot it, it's not that interesting NEXT

S2!

Stop it. Stop it. Put a few colors away. I am counting 8 distinct colors in this one swing alone, and then two more for Ines herself. Stop it. That is too many colors. Add less colors.

I don't even see what the colors are there FOR. Are they selling the tip of the swing? That's not right, because the red highlights start at the tip, then swirl inwards until the red is in the inner part.

I do actually think this one is a lot better at actual resolution.

It's still too detailed, and that detail ends up being crunched and not really... serving any purpose in the grand scheme of the effect, but I do think it is... better. It makes it more clearly light on the outside, dark on the inside.

Also I hate the ends of this swing. I hate it. Why is one a perfect circle that's been stretched out and the other end a rectangle that's fading out. Why is that how you did this. This effect looks like two different swings that have been stapled together like goddamned Catdog.

BUT WHEN IT FADES IT HAS AN INKBRUSH LOOK SO WHAT IS THIS EFFECT.

Why not lean into the burning dress look? Have it be a black trail that like, burns away when it fades? That would be STUNNING, anything but. Whatever is happening here. Mrgrgr okay fine it can't get worse right

DEAR READER. I PRESENT. S3. THE CULMINATION OF EVERY SINGLE PROBLEM.

So this IS a stars theme after all. This IS stars? Just wanna make sure we're all on the same fucking page here.

Dear reader. I hate this. So fucking much. This may be, and I do truly mean this, the worst piece of VFX I have ever seen in any game. This doesn't read as a piece of VFX in an anime game, it reads like the background of a YA fantasy novel's cover.

The nebula doesn't move. It's static. It is clearly just a jpeg. It's not even doing the Chowder screen-space orientation thing. It's just. There. Inescapable.

The comet itself just. Ends. It doesn't fade out or taper. It just. Stops. There's barely any anti-aliasing here. It's just a hard line between the comet and the background.

Ines herself is surrounded by identical dark lavender and orange energy, so there's no visible difference between the effect and herself. Sure. It's not going to be onscreen long anyway. Who cares.

The center of the comet is bright white as if it's the highlight of the effect, but it's... it's off-center?? so it's ultimately... Highlighting something. is it highlighting the sword? Is it supposed to be a haze that shows you the sword? But it doesn't look like it because it took me 15 minutes while writing this to realize that the sword was there at all because it's the same orange color as all the other highlights and so it gets eaten. If your highlight color stops drawing my eye, then you've fucked up because that is literally what a highlight color is supposed to do. Where am I supposed to look at this thing, where is the focus, the shape?

It's even funnier that the blade leaves a little cartoony goofy team rocket blink when it leaves, before immediately turning into whatever public domain NASA star image they're using for the comet. A real glimpse into what it would look like if Spiderverse sucked ass. (I do like the blink itself tho, a small little blue haze to add color and contrast against light backgrounds, smart touch.)

Explosion sucks. Suddenly they decide the palette is something entirely different. Where did the yellow come from. Yellow isn't even on the art. I guess when your palette is that big, you can change them up how you want. I would actually like this effect if it was slightly less detailed and in a skin that had actually used this pallette. It reminds me a bit of Specter the Laurentina. But with this level of detail and these colors... This somehow looks more like a YA book cover. A Sword of Goats and Stars. Fuck me I hate it.

I almost like this buff uptime indicator, It's just that the red from the swords fades into the orange on her dress and makes the whole thing muddy. Also she has an actual roiling flame behind her LMAO GET DUNKED ON HOEDERER THAT'S RIGHT I WILL DUNK ON HIM EVERY TIME EVEN THIS PIECE OF TRASH HAS ONE UP ON THE HOE LMAOOOOO

(In fact I actually... think this might be a recurring texture? It looks familiar, but I can't pin down from where. This is a bad screenshot for showing it but I'm not bothering to get a new one. This is my mental breakdown and I get to choose the visual aids.)

Anyway, maybe I'm being mean. After all I'm criticizing an effect for being too detailed when I am actively zooming in and looking at the details. So let's shrink down to the resolution of my phone just to see how it would-

Ah.

Final Ouroboros VFX ranking: A jpeg compressed photo of a wizard airbrushed on a van / 18 Originium Prime. Actually wait no that sounds too cool. Uh. The wizard is also racefaking. Now it's no longer cool. Nailed it.

#arknights #arknights vfx breakdown #emphasis on breakdown again #I don't have as personal a vendetta against this one as I do Eine Variation #but I do think this one is genuinely bad #Shame. Ines would have crushed it with an actual skin

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jinglejinglesilverbells · 1 month ago

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I have enough energy to feel like writing. So, I'm going to start with some memorable moments in my life. These are stories I posted on my old Tumblr, so if they look familiar, that would be why.

Here is the story of the time I saved a crow.

Oh, about a decade ago, I had a job as an evil pink ninja. What sort of job is that? I was a meter maid for a private parking company that drove a pink Jeep. I was on my way to work during the first week of February.

It was a typical February day, cold, grey, and miserable. I was on my usual mission to make other people's days even more terrible. I went out during the lunch rush. I had decent luck catching people unaware of the time. As I pulled into the left turn lane of a large intersection, I noticed a small black lump on the far edge of the turn lane. Maybe half an inch from the left lane? Roadkill, my brain logged.

I recognized it as a crow as I drove closer. Then I saw it move. Not road kill, but an injured animal! Nearby cars are moving 40 miles per hour, provided they aren't speeding, missed that bird by half an inch each time. I put my Jeep into Park, unbuckled, and got out. I ran over to the crow.

As I was reaching down to pick it up, I saw how large and sharp its brake was. Those talons were long and curved. I realized I would be in a world of hurt if this bird fought me. All I had for protection was a thin hoody.

"Please don't savage me, please don't, I'm trying to help..." I pleaded with it as I gently bent over to pick it up. The poor crow was in sad shape. One wing was bent in a way that screamed broken while blood and puss oozed out of a wound above one eye. It was wheezing, each breath shaking its small frame. Small insects crawled all over it. We made eye contact.

For one brief moment, I only saw those pain filled eyes. The cars zipping passed me faded away. I would get this bird help, even if I got clawed to bloody ribbons.

"Please," I prayed one more time and scooped it up. It didn't struggle or fight me. Perhaps it was too tired, or maybe it knew I wasn't going to hurt it. I carried it back to my Jeep. I made it a nest out of my hoody in the front passenger seat. Then I buckled up and turned left. A perk of being an evil pink ninja is setting my own hours. I wasn't going to be late to work.

I drove quickly without speeding. Not too far away was a nonprofit that rehabilitated wild birds and small wild animals. They'd take care of the crow, for free, if I could get it there. The entire time, I was babbling nonstop to the crow in my front seat.

"You're gonna to be okay, little guy. You're gonna be ok. I'm gonna get you to people who can help. Fix you up. You're gonna be okay. Hold on tight, I gotta turn..."

I don't know if I was trying to reassure the crow or myself. I tried not to touch the poor thing, but I would put my hand on the impromptu nest when I had to turn, accelerate, or decelerate. I didn't want the poor thing dumped into the footrest. I got to the center, did an absolute crappy parking job, and rushed the patient inside.

They rushed the crow into the back room before I could say goodbye or good luck, little guy. I was asked some questions. Stuff like where I found the crow, if it was alone, did I see anything like a nest? I signed some paperwork. I asked if I could take a picture now that it was safely here. What was the crows gender?

"No pictures. That would stress it out and risk killing it. By not taking a picture, you greatly enhanced its chances of survival. Every second counts and all unnecessary touches increase the risk of shock. You did a great job by not wasting time taking a selfie. Thank you. We can't tell what gender it is without a black light. Here's a card if you want to know what happens to the crow."

I was given a business card with a patient ID, a phone number, and visitor calling hours. I could call the number during those hours, give the volunteer the patient ID, and get an update on how they were doing. The volunteer suggested I wait a week. Most patients are stabilized within that time.

I called a week later. The crow was a young male. He was in really bad shape but still alive. His left wing was broken in two places. He had bird pneumonia, lice, an infected head wound, and some broken ribs. It was amazing he survived the initial impact. They didn't know if he would survive all of that, but they'd do everything they could for him.

I lost the business card not long after that. I had a very stressful spring & summer, and I had completely forgotten about the crow. In the late summer/early fall I found the found the business card. I called the number.

The crow had made a full recovery! It took him until late May, but he was successfully released back into the wild. He was one of their longest-recovery time patients who was able to remain wild. Patients who become dependent on humans or their bodies never let them survive in the wild become "ambassadors." I was ecstatic.

And, I forgot about the crow once again. My life became even more stressful. It was a brutal year. The following May, I was sitting on the front steps of my childhood home. I was eating a ham sandwich and crying. I was hitting rock bottom in my life when I heard a crow caw.

For context, this was highly unusual. My neighbor hated crows. He shot and killed a couple the first year he moved in. For the following decade, crows avoided my street.

I glanced up in surprise mouth full of ham. Not ten feet away was a crow. It did a bobbing dance with wing movement and gave another caw. I could clearly see the crow's head. There was a scar above one eye. The same eye of the crow I rescued. Again, we made eye contact. I knew that this was the crow I saved.

My heart soared. Exactly one year after he was released into the wild, he found me. I tossed him some of the ham from my sandwich. Which he took and flew off to eat far away from my neighbor's yard.

I don't know how he found me. I didn't live that close to work. I do know he took a real risk flying into my yard to caw a thank you. He gave me the hope I needed to keep going. Things slowly got better after that.

#my story #crows #crow #corvid #tw blood #cw blood #cw: gore #silverbelltales #my writing

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plscallmeeren · 2 years ago

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A Night to Remember

Sirius Black x Reader

Request: yesss @JulzLovDraco4Eva

Summary: you are lily's twin sister and after being saved from muggle-born-based bullying by the Marauders in first year, you've become Sirius' closest friend. It's the holidays before 6th year and everyone is invited to James' house, except no one likes the state Sirius shows up in... can I call this a Christmas special? I really shouldn't

Warnings: Swearing; mentions of mental and physical abuse; injury; seriously sad Sirius; not proofread

Word Count: 2.4K

"Did you see her face?" James roared, stepping aside absently for his mother to get past him to vacuum. "I mean, pure high comedy, guys, seriously."

Peter sniggered at the centre of the couch, gnawing on a candy cane he stole from the Christmas tree.

Remus looked like he was straining to hear, lying on the floor and rolling over occasionally for Mrs. Potter to remove the pine needles from the floor. One time the vacuum attached itself to his jumper, inciting quite the kerfuffle.

You sat with a leg draped over the edge of the sofa, eating a caramel apple from that day's batch. Beneath you Lily was propped up against the fabric, leaning her head on your abdomen.

"I think I'd hit that, though," James continued, blanching when his mother glared at him, agape. "Sorry, mum, I was just joking. Y'know, peer pressure."

She snorted. "I doubt your friends here are dying to take Professor McGonnagle to bed, dear," she menaced, tugging at his ear gently on the way out of the room. "Save the dirty talk for when I'm not around!"

James looked slightly sick, which of course made you all burst out laughing.

It felt like Christmas already.

The whole room was dipped in a yellowing light that faded at the edges, the Christmas tree standing proudly in all its glory, it's baubles and tinsel and shining stars reflecting the glowing candlelight and desk lamp.

Remus pulled a face from the floor, grinning at his distorted image.

"Speaking of dirty-," James started, making Remus, Lily and you groan while Peter perked up, fascinated. "What, you acting all peachy now as if we'd never talked sex?"

"We never talked about it as much as you," you protested, lifting your coffee from the table and handing Peter his cocoa, licking the last of the caramel from your fingers.

"Well, what can I say? Bloody pussies. Anyways, this is mainly directed at you, Lily, but I was thinking... we should try doing some more kinky things, like bondage, sa-"

"Bloody hell, man."

"Shut up, James."

"Aren't you scared your mother's around the corner?"

"I cry for you, sister dear," you sighed, knowing for a fact they hadn't even fucked yet. "And for you, James - so desperate to prove and to overcompensate."

Remus snickered, Peter's eyes went wide.

"I have nothing to overcompensate for," James retaliated, finally sitting down on the coffee table. That alone earned a glare from Lily. "And what about you, huh, (y/n/n)? Where's your boyfriend?"

"Fuck's sake, James, you know there's no one around here in my league," you cooed, sparing a glance at your watch. "Hey, when's Sirius coming? Was he gonna be late?"

Lily frowned. "We mention boyfriends and you bring up Sirius?"

"Suspicious," Remus added.

"Seriously suspicious," James said smugly. "But no, he should already be here. Guess he got caught up with his mum or something."

Your heart sunk. He was right, of course, but the mere thought of Sirius' parents filled you with leaden dread. No good news ever came of them, and undoubtedly very little would. You had heard countless stories in vulnerable moments or disguised as jokes; stoned confessions or drunken retellings.

None of them were good.

"Great. Just great."

"I really worry for him sometimes," Remus admitted, sitting up and crossing his legs. "He's not safe there."

You all nodded in agreement. The conversation moved on, but your mind was stuck on a certain boy.

The doorbell rang cheerily.

"That must be him," James called, putting down his cocoa carefully and happily making his way to the door. You breathed a sigh of relief, smiling to yourself as you heard his scuffling footsteps.

What you were not expecting was a strangled scream, a desperate cry for someone, anyone to come.

You all jumped up, you almost kicking Lily's face in the process, rushing to the door as Mrs. Potter thundered down the stairs elsewhere.

At the door you weren't met with the slightest relief, but with complete and utter horror.

There stood Sirius, beautiful Sirius, suitcase in hand, out of breath. His face looked torn as if by a bread knife, reaching from the left corner of his mouth to the apple of his cheekbone. A bruise was forming over his right eye and his clothes held the subtle scent of smoke. The blood trickled down his face to his neck and through his white shirt as James stepped away in fear. Red bloomed somewhere near his chest, deeper the closer you looked. He slumped to one side.

Lily and you didn't hesitate, unlike James, who was hyperventilating, and Remus, who was murmuring things under his breath he probably couldn't hear himself.

Lily grabbed him under the arms as he fell, guiding him to the inside floor gently. You perched in front of him, ripping open his shirt and losing some buttons, biting down on your tongue as you saw the rectangular burn bloodied with tissue damage. You tried pushing the gash on his cheek together, but being awkwardly crouching above him, you were half-afraid you'd fall over and rip something else open that was supposed to be very keenly connected.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Remus whimpered, but it felt like far away, a distant body of yours hearing his words even as Sirius was taken from you by Mrs. Potter. You didn't move for a moment, not realising what had happened, and by the time you were racing to the dining room to follow she had shut the door behind her, saying (most unhelpfully) that he would be alright.

Your chest heaved. Your shoulder was vaguely aware of Lily's weight, but it didn't matter. Sirius was in there, hurting. Hurting because of something presumably his parents did to him. Presumably with a fire spade and a kitchen knife and the knob of a very particular and expensive cane. Merlyn, you couldn't breathe.

The door creaked open slightly, James' mother poking her head out. Her face was awfully pale, but a determined peace had settled on her face.

"James, dear, help me get him up to the room he was going to stay in, will you? He'll need a bit more patching up, but after that he'll just need to rest." She seemed to sense your thoughts, answering your unasked question: "I'd ask you to help, dear, but you're looking a little faint yourself."

You just stared, letting Remus and Peter tug you away while Lily provided some extra support to James and his mother. You felt useless. You wanted to do something. You wished you could breathe or see properly, too.

"He'll be fine," Remus assured you as he sat you back down on the now unfriendly couch, sounding very unconvinced himself.

"Aren't you worried?" you snapped automatically. "Sorry," you reconciled at his hurt expression, "I didn't mean it like that. But aren't you- why aren't you all scared out of your minds?"

"We are," Peter said softly.

"Just... maybe not as much as you."

"Right," you breathed. You felt slightly more steady now.

Lily came down the stairs with small, slow steps. She looked like her heart had beat more times than was fitting for any living occasion.

"Hey. James thought I should check on you. His mum's doing a really good job, by the way. I think Sirius will have his stupid grinning face back soon enough."

You smiled a little, but your heart still raced. Lily gave the other two boys a look which sent them out of the room very quickly. She sat down beside you, laying an arm around your slouched back.

"You're really freaked out, huh?"

You hummed quietly, wiping a stray tear from your cheek as if she wouldn't notice. "I just- seeing him like that, still standing, straight from the Floo Network to who knows where- Lily, why on earth didn't he just come to this fireplace? Why did he- Why did he-"

"Sis', calm down. He's fine. Sort of. He probably wasn't thinking that clearly and just said the street name or something."

"Who the fuck remembers a street but not the name of one of your best friend's?" Lily laughed; yours came out watery.

"Come on, we're talking Sirius here. He'll survive anything. Honestly, a good kick might do him some good after all the shit he pulls. Admittedly, I would have preferred to hand it to him, but..."

You couldn't find it in you to be mad at your sister at that moment, so instead you just sniffed aggressively until she handed you a tissue.

"I just... oh God, Lily, what if something really did happen to him? What if I couldn't get him back? I just..." You trailed off. Your eyes widened.

"What is it?" Lily asked timidly, as if scared of chasing off a wild deer.

"I- Oh Merlyn, I think I like him," you sighed, sounding almost disappointed.

"Well, I'd hope so, he's your best friend."

"No, Lily, I like him. Merlyn, I love him! He's perfect. Oh, no... oh, for fuck's sake..." you began muttering. If anyone knew about his copious affairs, it was you, and all his flirting was probably habit. You liked him. You loved him. That was real. That was dangerous.

"Seriously? Jim?" Lily deadpanned, looking thoroughly unimpressed. "Couldn't it be anyone else?"

"Oh, shut it, you've given up to the arrogant charm of Potter." You hesitated a moment, then: "I'm gonna tell him. When he wakes up. Then, at least, if he dies from shock, I can blame it on his parents."

•••

A few hours later Mrs. Potter entered the living room with an expression that reminded you uncontrollably of the time she sat you and the Marauders down at 13 for the talk - it resulted in little more than raucous giggles and jokes about storks. It might have been more successful and terror-inducing had you not discovered a spicy story in a Playboy magazine and read it together some weeks ago.

"Alright, I have some news," she announced herself solemnly before breaking into a wild smile that made you all wonder if she had gone mad with witnessing death or something. "Sirius will be moving in with us as of now. James, I know this might be hard for you to adjust to, but-"

"Hardly," he interrupted, grinning. "I get to have him over all the time?"

"Mrs. Potter, you will never know peace again," Remus warned morbidly. You laughed at that, shoving away any thoughts on what exactly he was escaping from.

"Anyway, he's been asking for you all. But make it quick - he needs his sleep."

She didn't have to say it twice. All four of you were lunging up the stairs in an instant, barging into his room so quickly, he looked up from under his covers startled.

"You're alive!" Peter cried, almost jumping on him to give him a hug, but Sirius managed to keep him at a safe distance as he received it.

"Thank Merlyn... we were really worried," Remus added.

"Can I say something extremely cheesy and heartfelt?" Sirius looked at you all expectantly. You sat down on the edge of his bed: "If ever there was an acceptable time, it's probably now."

"Right," he grinned. "Well, I just wanted to say that you're all such great friends and I'm really lucky to have you. Not many people could run away from home and have a new one organised within the hour."

"It's been four hours; sure I shouldn't call mum back?" Sirius slapped him weakly on the arm. "No, but seriously, it sounds like brain damage."

"What James is trying to say," Remus butted in, "is that he's thrilled to have you living with him."

"Yeah, that too," James conceded. "You have no idea how worried (y/n) was about you. She went all berserk. The rest of us were totally cool."

"You were not!" you defended, glaring at him as Sirius gently took your hand.

"Why so worried?"

"I don't know, hon'. I guess I just really like you. Maybe more than I thought I did. And I can't lose you. Ever." When he didn't react, you added: "This is me, confessing."

"Yeah, I figured," he answered. The room went awkwardly quiet. "I'm glad you feel the same."

"Wait, what?" You stared at him, completely dumbfounded.

"Well, I love you a lot also. More than I should, I mean. And you won't lose me unless you get fed up with me yourself." He smirked that perfect smirk. You were taken by the sudden urge to kiss it off his smug face.

The urge succeeded, apparently, because before you knew it you were leaning down, kissing those lips that you had always watched kiss others and longed for half-subconsciously since you stole each other's first kisses as trusted friends. There they were. They worked. They worked well, indeed.

"Oh, fuck off," James interrupted, making you pull away. You didn't even have it in you to be annoyed. Sirius was staring at you, eyes wide, lips parted, pretty even through the stitched over his cheek and the blackening eye pushing his lids together.

You flipped James off as you helped Sirius up, leading him down the stairs with the others in tow to sit at the kitchen table and help Mrs. Potter until she was ready.

Throughout dinner, your hands were clasped beneath the table surface. This was not the night to discuss what had happened. This was a night to remember.

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