#ALRIGHT we got some more cruise writing

[zeebreezin]

The first - or perhaps more accurately, second - meeting of a very dazzling couple. Featuring my own personal interpretation of what it must’ve been like when the Dawn Machine turned on for the first time. You’ll need to know Vincent (or rather, the guy who used to call himself Vincent)’s whole deal for this fic to make sense. Also, yay, evil women moments!

The world was wreathed in glasslike gold, and a young man was running as fast as he could. His vision had swam back into focus to the thundering of his boots, the sound sharp against the iron grating and fresh cobble. He sprinted frantically, desperately, through corridors of metal and brick. There was a song in the air, unheard hymns now so, so familiar. The man was singing, too, but he didn’t quite realize that yet. Despite how his chest screamed for breath, for rest, he never missed a note. There were people, uniformed men and women that he sprinted through the melody, collapsed figures lying prostrate in prayer as light stripped the flesh from their backs. None of the others weren’t running.

That didn’t matter, though. He had to keep going. He had to find her.

It was the only thing he seemed to be able to hold into, this unexplainable drive to search. There was nothing else to hold onto. The rest of the young man’s mind was so wonderfully quiet, faintly ringing with thoughts of glory and light and brassy song. They didn’t quite feel like his thoughts, they didn’t stick quite right. What did his thoughts feel like, again? …That didn’t matter. ‘Mattering’ didn’t matter much, anymore. She was out there, somewhere, and he had to keep running.

The young man turned a corner, his torn coat snapping in the humid air as he did. He’d made it to a platform, one overlooking the ochre stained waters. The light danced across the waves. Crates lay stacked on either side. Men lay slumped against them, not breathing yet singing so sweetly. They slid out his mind.

And just ahead, leaning against a railing, he saw her.

She was gorgeous, even in the well worn skirt she wore. She was dressed for work - grease staining her rolled up sleeves - and yet the glorious light seemed to halo her. Like an angel. Like something more. As he stood there, horribly out of breath, she turned to face him. Her curls framed brilliantly bright eyes. She smiled at him, something like relief in her eyes as she spoke. The soft words were nearly swallowed by the distant roar of machinery and the hymns echoing from every other set of lips.

“□□□□□! □□□□□?” She said - wait, what was that she said? “□□□□..?”

His head was full of song. He couldn’t make sense of her words. He should say something, he should respond, but it was all so bright and brilliant. He wanted to answer her badly. Didn’t he? He must want to, right? Did he want anything? Her voice was so beautiful. He had to try and answer.

“Is… Isobel?” His voice was raw, dry and brittle in the thick wet heat. The young man had almost forgotten how to speak. He’d forgotten how to do anything but sing and shine. Somehow, though, he remembered this. Her name fell from his lips without knowledge of the salvation it represented. “You’re… Isobel.”

It was only now that the young man realized that he couldn’t remember his name. The meaning of ‘you’re’ escaped him, even as he spoke it. But Isobel had a meaning.

Of course it did. That was her.

Her eyes were wide with something like concern, despite the smile on her face. She crossed the space in a blur of golden hues, until one of her hands rested lightly on his shoulder. He had to look up to meet her gaze. He did.

“□□□□□□… □□? □□□□□?” It was hard to understand her, intent and vocabulary slipping away into that bright happy nothingness that had nearly swallowed him whole. He was aware, faintly, that he was mouthing her name under his breath. Isobel. Isobel. Isobel. A single piece of meaning in the quiet of his mind. He was smiling so hard it hurt.

Then suddenly, something shifted. It felt like he’d come up for air after too long underwater as something aching burst behind his eyes. His thoughts were still scattered, hushed by the gold caressing the back of his skull. But there was clarity, now. Language, concept, reality. The young man took a single staggered step forwards, nearly collapsing into her arms.

“…Can you even hear me? …Are you in there? □□□?” Isobel said, her soft voice so terribly worried. The grip on his torn, dawnstained coat felt desperate. It left his chest shaking.

“Isobel… is- yes, yes, I can hear you. I can hear you, Isobel.” It was easier for him to speak, now. He tried to sound reassuring, even as tears streamed down his cheeks. How long had he been crying? “I’m… I’m here.”

His words made Isobel’s smile widen, as she pulled him in for a hug. The young man shivered as she held him, a brief, desperate moment of human contact. The rest of the golden, dreamlike world felt more in focus, as he looked out from over her shoulder. He saw the singing people, looking more dead than alive. The newly polished metal piping. The blood. It was so terribly familiar, yet it felt like nowhere at all.

“Isobel, where… where are we?” He said, as Isobel pulled away. There were a few tears in her eyes now, too.

There was that concern on her face again, that softly furrowed brow. “We’re… we’re on □□□□□□…” Isobel’s voice dipped back into the song again. Or maybe it was his ears being pulled under? He couldn’t tell. She paused for a moment, perhaps noticing the lack of recognition on his smiling face. “…what can you remember?”

What can he remember? …There was something he had to remember, wasn’t there? Something terribly important. A secret, one he’d meant to tell her before. A secret not gold at all, one that was dark, and tricky, and smelling of resin— then the sweet nothingness took those words away, and he opened his mouth to speak.

“I remember… You saved me. You saved my life didn’t you, Isobel? I was going to- to do something terrible, and you saved me.” The young man was barely speaking above a whisper. He couldn’t remember the events he spoke of, but the truth of what he said was heavy on his tongue. Yes, yes. She’d saved his life. “Everything else is gone, but… I remember you.” He paused, swallowing dryly. “Do you… do you remember me? Can you tell me who I am? Who am I, Isobel?”

There was an earnestness in his words that clearly shocked her. A spark of desperate trust in otherwise empty eyes. Bright, yes, but so terribly empty. Nothing like the young man Isobel Murray had known only days ago. The Machine had done a number on him. The wit and bravado was pulled clean free, leaving a shaking, earnest man stumbling around blinding for her in the newfound light. He’d never trusted anyone in his life, before - but oh, look how he trusted her now. Isobel was his only lifeline, and there was something almost kind in her gaze as she cupped his cheek.

A crueler person would abuse this. Isobel would do no such thing. It would take time to give him back who he was, and most likely he’d never be quite the same again. With time, though, Isobel could make him even greater than he was. A silver tongue now coated in gold. Someone hers, and hers alone, never to leave her side.

There was an unreadable look in her eyes, as Isobel began to speak. Her tone never stopped being so soft, so sweet. “Who are you? Oh, my dearest… Your name is Vincent Beverley, and you’re madly in love with me.”

The young man - Vincent, that’s what his name was - hung on her every word. He’d just learned what true belief really was from that wonderful gold, and so he knew now with everything he had, he believed Isobel. Every word she said must be the truth. How else could it be sung so sweetly? If there was a brief thrash of doubt, it died silently, along with whoever he might’ve been before. He’s Vincent Beverley. He’s never been anything else.

She’d explain the rest, of course. She told him everything she knew about him - everything there was to know. Luckily, Isobel said, he was quite simple. Vincent Beverley was charming, quick witted, always able to spin a joke, a friend to anyone who needed it. That was Vincent’s greatest skill, she said - to be exactly what he needed to be to make people trust him. He was a recruiter for the Admiralty - but more importantly, a recruiter for the new, glorious machine at their backs. Her eyes had lit up when she spoke of it. He was cunning, and ruthless when he needed to be - when Isobel needed him to be. His head still felt so empty, bright and quiet, but Isobel’s words were all he needed. Vincent took shape around her instructions with a smile on his face.

Because before he was any of those things, Vincent Beverley was in love with a woman named Isobel. He was hers, in every meaning of the word. He’d be the happiest man alive as long as he got to stay by her side. Vincent would be anything, anyone, as long as he could still be hers. Of course, Isobel didn’t tell him that. That part Vincent figured out himself, as he stood there in the brand new light of Dawn, collapsed into his beloved’s arms, half singing and half crying. It was the happiest moment of his life.

God, he loves her so much.

[eddiegettingshot]

'...while i loved all the buddie, if they truly wanted to give bt some room, why not add more tommy to other scenes?'

Ok but looking back there's a really obvious scene Tommy could have been there for to link to the finale. When Eddie drops Chris off at Bucks. Tommy could have been there glass of wine in hand. Tommy goes off and talks with Chris and still play the cologne scene as was because that's bestie behavior. If we're supposed to see B/T as this big romance it would be a starting point for how Tommy would link with the Eddie and Chris part of Bucks life, especially as Eddie would be leaving to go on a date with his 2nd girlfriend. We assume Buck/Tommy was having a date/meal in 7x9 but that got completely overshadowed by Kim/Eddie and would have benefitted from them showing a dinner in 7x7. By the finale we would know Buck and Tommy having a nice meal at the end of the day is established relationship behavior for them and it links them back to the Eddie sl in the finale without having to acknowledge it. That scene just came out of nowhere especially when you look at the rest of 7b (and the other established pairings in the finale). There's no intimacy or behavior patterns. We don't actually know what the B/T relationship dynamic is like which is perhaps why certain lines of dialogue don't hit.

I also don't think it helps that the dry humour the writers are going for with Tommy isn't really hitting because we don't hear him speak enough to know what motivation is behind it.

The odd thing is no one is happy with the writing for any of the arcs. The Madney wedding was rushed. The cruise went on too long. How pocs were portrayed was suspect at best. I don't want to get into the Kim stuff. We know there's probably an entire half a season of scenes they filmed and weren't shown. Its alright to think a sl had promise and it was a let down. Buck being bi is so exciting and for whatever reason the show dropped the ball. Its ok to say that. Because they dropped the ball on everyone well apart from Buddie for some reason.

SUCHHHHH A GOOD POINT on all of this!!! yes!!

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

HEY BBG !! so happy u took that break and that ur requests are open nowww

so ive been wanting to tell u abt this dream i had with peter quill (of course i mean..who else) and turn it into a request!

its like after the holiday special and before gotg vol 3 where maybe reader was just cruising around knowhere before these cute lil kiddos come up to reader like "mx. ___, come play with us! we need one more player for our game" and it took them some time to actually convince reader and theyre finally like "alright alright" so they play a game with em

and just so the cliché and cheezy can come in, peter is also just walkin around yk, seeing what ppl doing, and boom 🤯🤯 the skrunkly sees reader playing with the kids

very cute n sweet best dream ive probably ever had, hopefully you can write this soon! I also dearly apologise for coming to you with peter requests only. I only feel comfy requesting things to you 💔

have a great week/end !!

-🪐

HI BBG!! I really hope I did this right, I felt pressure to write it as best as I could for to live up to your dream. also never apologise, I love that I can always rely on you to send in quill requests. and you’re so sweet, again I love that send ideas to me😩 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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play ball

peter quill x gn reader

word count: 409

✧.┊ MASTERLIST

"Can you play with us?" a small, child-like voice asks, interrupting you from your thoughts. 

"Me?" you question, pointing to yourself as you glance around the quiet, empty park.

"Yeah," another kid adds, rolling the ball towards his friend.

"I'm not very good," you say, slowly turning your attention away.

"Please?"

"No one ever wants to play with us," a little girl joins in, frowning at you. 

"Just for a few minutes," one of the children pleads, giving you puppy eyes. 

You had a swarm of kids badgering you to join in with their ball game, and it was only a matter of time before they could wear you down. 

"Alright, alright," you exhale, standing from the bench where you were comfortably seated. "What're we playing anyway?" you ask, looking around at their mischievous faces.

"We can't tell you."

"And why's that?"

"The last time we had an adult, we..." a kid trails off, pausing.

"You what?" you ask, eyes squinting.

"We accidentally hurt him," he said bashfully.

"Hurt him?" 

"Yeah, we threw the ball at him too hard."

"Yeah," another joins in.

"It was an accident, though— we didn't mean it."

"We said 'sorry,'"

You chuckle, shaking your head. "Filling me with great confidence, kids,"

"We won't hurt you,"

—

After a while of playing and following their impossible, make-it-up-as-you-go-along rules, you were tired and in desperate need of a break. So you excuse yourself back to your bench, except now, there's someone in your space. 

"Do you mind if I sit?" you ask, nodding to the empty seat beside the man. 

"Sure, go ahead," he nods, crossing his ankle over his knee. "Those kids tire you out?" he asks, making friendly conversation. 

"Big time," you laugh, holding your side. "And they're not even mine." 

"No, no, I know. I just know from experience," he chuckles, turning to face you. "Last time I played, I got kicked in the nuts."

"You did?" you fail to hide your laugh. "They can pretty rough."

"Tell me about it," he rolls up his sleeve, extending his arm. "Also got bitten."

You look over his forearm to see the outline of a bitemark, a small circle of faint pink that was sure to form into a scar.

"You got bitten? I didn't think I'd consider myself lucky," you chuckle, looking ahead at the kids who are now tackling one another. "Wild little things."

"That they are," he says, smiling at you. "I'm Peter."

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quill taglist: @annielr @spacetalbot @bubblezuku @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @queerponcho @selfryed @traiitorjoe

[imkillerbae]

Is it a metaphor? (Yoru Valorant x GN!Reader)

Words: 2k

CW: Fluff, Slowburn, Yoru a lil insecure bitch (for some reason I like to write him as insecure), Yoru gushing about how much he loves u, shitty writing

(A/N: Feel free to request anything im begging you i have 0 ideas what to write)

Summary: Despite being proud about his skills and his looks, Yoru is still insecure about his relationship with you. By sharing ice cream, he learns how to open up about his feelings. The reader calls it a metaphor but it’s actually a simile.

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“Let me try it!”

“NO.”

Yoru swats your hand away, and you pull it back. Pouting, you pull your legs to your chest and glare. He glares back, his eyes as cold as the ice cream popsicle he held with his hand. He gives it a lick menacingly, marking his territory.

It was childish, truly. Fighting over ice cream. But for Yoru, this was more than just the cold treat. It was all about you, and if you’d accept him for who he was, flaws and all.

What led you here was a convenience store run. You were craving specific food from the convenience store (such as chips and instant onigiri), and you painstakingly convinced Yoru to use his motorcycle to get you both there.

“Why in the hell am I bringing the bike over for some craving you’ve got? Can’t we just walk a few blocks?”

“Nope. It’s been a while since you’ve taken it out of the garage! Let’s take it for a spin. And plus, didn’t you just change oil 2 days ago?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Cmon, pleaseeee? We won’t be long, I proomiseee.”

“Are your legs that really that weak for me? For fuck’s sakes, I’d rather carry you there myself than waste gas.”

“You’d rather carry me than I hold you? Cling to your very muscular back, your oh-so toned chest—”

“Alright alright! Shut up already. I’m taking it out,” he blushed but shook your hands off his chest as they teased him. Honestly, you wanted to go out on a date with him. It was a spontaneous idea, and if you both ever decide to go somewhere far, you’re gonna need the bike. But you didn’t lie; you liked clinging to him for dear life whenever he breaks the sound barrier at top speed. He’d never tell you, but he felt like such a man whenever you’d ride the bike with him. He’d sometimes poke on the breaks just to hear you scream and grab him harder.

Before you knew it, the bike was revving up eagerly, your boyfriend cruising cooly towards you. God damn, was it loud and proud. “Prrr, you look so sexy riding that bike honey,” you purr, and he smirks under his helmet. “If you wanted to ride this thing just because you wanted to see me drive it, our conversation earlier would’ve been shorter.”

You lift the helmet above his head so you could see his face properl­­­y. His smirk and raised brow made your heart leap. He was a very handsome guy. “Thanks honey,” you give him a peck on the lips, and his smirk widens. “You like what you see that much?” He ask, revving the bike louder, beckoning you to ride it. In response, you plunge the helmet back on his head, messing his hair up in the process. “As if, rift boy.”

He hands you the helmet as you board the bike, and automatically hold on to his broad chest, your cheek pressing against his jacket. Without warning, he speeds off, making you pull back in fright. It was a relatively short distance unfortunately.

You walked inside the convenience store for quite a while, Yoru making sure he held your hand tightly as you walked to prevent you from buying something you don’t need, such as an automatic fly swatter or anything from the toy section. His hands were usually cold, but you always warmed them up. It was one of the few small things he noticed about you.

When you’d get all the snacks that you wanted (and some eyeliner and hair gel for himself), you spotted him staring at the ice cream freezers. You stand beside him, eyeing as well. “Do you wanna get one for desert?” You ask him. “Take one for yourself. I already have mine.” He replies. In reality, he already knew what you were going to get, but he didn’t want to impose. You pout but grab a small solo tub of your ice cream of choice, tossing it into the cart.

“We going back now? Or are we eating all this somewhere else? Because there is no way in hell I’m sharing food with Grant,” he grumbles, leaning on the bike, scowling at the thought of Phoenix. He had a habit of third wheeling both of you, and while overtime he’d warmed up to the Protocol’s unofficial pretty boy, he didn’t like sharing your attention.

“Let’s sit by the sea barrier. It’s been a while, no?” You suggest, placing both hands on either side of him and leaning in. He doesn’t back away, but internally his heart skips a beat. He adored your face silently before nodding. “Beats having to see that idiot stuff his face with food I bought,” he grabs your waist to gently push you back, fitting the helmet back on your head. You looked so cute wearing anything that was his. Behind you, he gives your helmet covered head a kiss, blushing slightly. He was still shy about showing you his affection. But you felt it anyways, through his acts of service.

On his bike, you hug his waist as he sped through the streets. There was barely any traffic thankfully. And while you were behind him, enjoying the ride, his brain went auto-pilot. He couldn’t feel the resistance of wind, or hear the sound of the road. His thoughts were filled with you as you held him like this. He never was the type to commit to anyone, friends or lovers. He was always on the move, no room in his cold heart other than his own goals. Viper had once commented that if he didn’t let his walls down, he’d end up as miserable as he started after the high of his achievements. He was too narrow sighted.

When you came into his life, he never really paid you too much attention, as any new agent. But with every mission you went through together, with every near death experience, and even with every small interaction or long conversation, a void in his heart was increasingly getting filled. There was space for you there. He couldn’t believe there was someone out there that could make him feel so loved and important. He tried to deny it, so much so that you almost fought about it, but you held his heart and squeezed that confession out of him. And now here he was. With you.

If you asked him to leave everything behind to run away with you, he’d do it in a heartbeat. For you, he was ready to run. Wherever you were is where his heart wanted to be.

When you arrived, you yelp as he lifted you up in his arms from the bike. “Ryo!” You exclaimed, trying your best to keep the grocery bag safe. He only gives a smirk at you, adjusting. The sun was still up, the cool blue hue turning violet as the afternoon begins to shift into evening. Sitting you down on the edge of the sea barrier as the breeze hit your skin, you placed the bag between you and rummaged through it.

You both eat, talking about everything and anything under the sun, the waves spraying both of you occasionally. The sounds of the ocean were music as he’d tell you about his family, and you tell him yours. You gossip about the other agents, and he’d tell you all the past gossip before you joined the protocol. You did most of the talking, and he loved to listen.

“Can I try that?” You say suddenly, eyeing the matcha ice cream popsicle he was biting at. He gives you a raised brow, eyeing your empty tub of ice cream. “No? You already finished yours,” he rolls his eyes. “But I gave you some of mine!” You pout, a bit annoyed at his fear of sharing spit when you’ve both sucked at each other’s tongue countless times now.

In reality, he was fine with sharing. But it was matcha flavored, and you may not like it. He doesn’t wanna ruin the happy moment by you shitting on his favorite flavor of anything.

“Let me try it!”

“NO.”

“Whyyyy?” You whined.

“It’s matcha, you won’t like it.”

“HOW do YOU know?”

“Not everyone likes matcha.” He shrugs, crossing his arms. You raise a brow at him. Why was he being so weird? It’s just ice cream. But then again sometimes there are underlying reasons why he makes a big deal over small stuff.

“I’d give it a try,” you sigh, defeated. He feels your disappointment, and sighs as well. “Not everyone likes matcha. It’s not exactly a common flavor, but it’s what I like. I’m not too fond of people shitting on it,” he starts, remembering Phoenix’s reaction to the first time he tasted matcha. “But I don’t want you to lie to me just to get on my good side. I’ll let you try, but if you don’t like it, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He begins to hold the ice cream to your mouth, and you eye him for a bit before biting down. That was a bad idea, you tell yourself as your teeth tingle at the coldness. Letting it melt in your mouth, you swallow. You grimace at Yoru, and he gives an unamused look. I told you, he thought.

“I like it, you idiot.” You grumble in annoyance, and his eyes widened slightly. He thought you were going to complain or something. He sighed in relief, finishing the thing and tossing the stick away.But you couldn’t help but notice how heavy that sigh was.

“Was the ice cream flavor a metaphor for you?” You ask him, and he shrugs. Bingo. You knew it.

While he was confident with himself, taking pride in his looks and skills, his personality wasn’t as lovable as he’d liked. He was rugged, brooding, cutthroat, and just downright mean to most people. It was second nature, and he couldn’t help it. It has gotten better recently and he’s made unlikely friends in the protocol who’d gladly save his ass in battle. However, beneath all that, he always wondered where he stood with the others, especially you.

He was scared that you were only pretending to like him back, just settling for him. Because he knew damn well Sova was flirting with you a lot, and he couldn’t compete with that guy, personality wise. But he’d never admit that to you. This was a point of contention for both of you, as he’d constantly need reassurance but never asks for it, so he ends up getting mad at you for no reason.

Kinda like matcha, he wasn’t very common and well-liked. And he couldn’t believe that you liked him regardless. It was an insecurity he was ashamed of.

“You’re a dumb dumb,” you say, laughing lightly before scooting closer. “I’d never lie to you about these things honey. What’s the point of that? I’d rather you know what I think than leave you guessing.” You held his hand and watched the sun set, the orange violet hues reflecting in the sea. “If I didn’t like it, I’d just tell you. Just like if you’d do something I don’t like, I’ll tell you. You don’t need to walk on eggshells for me. I’m your lover, after all.” You squeeze his hand.

It was a dumb thing to bicker about. But it was the reassurance he wanted and badly needed. He hated how insecure he was with you, this was not like him at all. But he was fixing himself, for both of you. He looks at you from the side then smiles. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He needed to trust you more with his thoughts and feelings. Slowly but surely, his walls were coming down for you. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but with you by his side now, it feels a lot better.

“I love you.” He said suddenly, speaking his mind. Your eyes widened at him, surprised at his sudden declaration. You laugh out loud, tapping on his lap as he growled and crossed his arms, annoyed. “Oh honey, I love you too!” You declare as well, pulling his face close and kissing his cheek as the sun set. He sighs, leaning into the kiss. He was such a dork.

Nobody loves me the way you do, he thought.

[st4rshiptr00per]

ok heres a chunk from my seven + ace au rewrite whatever thing of midnight. i write sooooo rarely. yay

The doors of the TARDIS hummed open and a delicious, air-conditioned humidity flooded in. Ace shucked her anorak onto one of the console room chairs before stepping out, taking deep lungfulls of the chlorine-scented air. “We’re in some posh hotel in Miami, aren’t we?” “Not Miami.” said the Doctor, locking the door behind them. Ace turned a full circle, hunting for clues. She bounced a bit on the balls of her feet, took a deeper, slower breath in through her nose. “Not Miami,” she repeated, “Gravity’s too high for Earth. Ooh!” she grinned at him over her shoulder, “And the air’s got a little bit of that chemical-y fake-fresh scent in it, so it must be recycled. We’re on a galaxy-cruiser or something, right?” “Very well done,” said the Doctor, beaming. “Ace! I’m gettin’ good at this.” “But this isn’t a cruise ship.” Ace frowned. The Doctor ambled down the corridor a few steps, towards a neat armchair and side table set up against the fresh-laundry-colored wall “The gravity is stronger than Earth’s, and the air is certainly recycled, but we’re on the surface of a planet. There isn’t any atmosphere outside; the hotel itself was prefabricated and lowered piece by piece from orbit, then put together by remote-operated constructors.” “Alright,” Ace said, “How’d you figure all that out, then?” He passed her a logoed pamphlet from the side table. “Brochure.”

A set of plaques at a hallway junction indicated the directions of the foyer, restaurant, lifts, and the spa and pool. Ace swatted the doctor’s shoulder. “C’mon, I want to see the pool.” “We have our own pool,” he said, “and you hardly ever swim in it!” “I know, but this is a hotel pool.”

Through the dome of the sunroof a distant blue star spilled light onto the pool waves, casting blue shimmers all around the room. People lounged on beach chairs, soaking it up. Others, waiters, came in and out of the spa entrance with drinks on trays, dodging expertly the overhanging leaves of tropical plants. The whole thing was ringed by tall windows that showed a gleaming landscape — crystals in blues and greens sprouting up from the ground, diamond-white bluffs and spires reaching to the blue-black sky, rainbows refracting crazily through everything like spilled gemstones. Ace muttered a series of expletives that would’ve made the Doctor shake their head if they weren’t too busy smiling. She jogged around the circumference of the pool, getting askance looks from several sunbathers, to get a closer look at the crystalline vista. As she approached the window something shifted. Once she was within a few feet of it suddenly the view seemed to flatten, like she’d looked from the wrong angle and an optical illusion had broken. “It’s just a screen!” “I’m afraid so,” said the Doctor soberly. They pulled the brochure out of their pocket, flipping to the back page and the final paragraph, in a much smaller font, which contained phrases like ‘For the safety of our guests’, ‘ultra-realistic simulated environment’, and ‘heavy radiation shielding’. “This planet’s star sheds a form of exotic radiation, as well as deadly levels of ultraviolet light. It’s only safe when filtered through the highest rating of radiation-filtering glass-plex, and even then not for more than a few minutes, which would make it exceptionally bad for sunbathing.” “So I’m guessing these fake windows have UV lights in them so you can still work on your tan without having to crisp up like a slug on hot pavement, then.” “Precisely.” Ace leaned back against the backdrop, staring around at the guests. “All these people flew who-knows-how-far and payed who-knows-how-much so they could pretend to be in a tropical paradise that doesn’t even exist. You could get the same holiday experience with a light-therapy lamp and a travel documentary.” The Doctor leaned next to her. A passing waiter gave them a tight smile and he tipped his hat in return. “Oh, the planet outside really does look like that. Minus a smidgen of color correction to keep with the interior design scheme.” “That’s almost worse.” He chuckled. “I think it’s charming. Humans are so drawn to a mystery, they’ll push the bounds of whats possible just for the chance to stand near it. Here we are, at the very edge of human existence -- and the drinks are complimentary.” “I suppose.”

[from-the-working-classman]

Ohkay! Hi, just cruising by, and you don't have take this into account, alright?

I have a relative who's had gallstones for 7 or so years before removing it, and let me just explain why and how that is.

When they first got the diagnosis the doctor was completely unperturbed about it ─ he just dismissed and said 'Oh yeah, you have gallstones, you should take it out'. Aside from the general diagnosis, they were pretty nonchalant about it (size and diameter is a big factor on whether you get pancreatitis, they never disclosed that), and after the pain stopped (a constant pain for 4–5 hours) they sent them on their way and that was that.

Everyone agrees he didn't need the surgery.

Some trial and error later ─ and by that I mean: 1. Eat something fatty, 2. It does not go down well. 3. Bam. Pain for 2–3 hours. ─ the general problem is narrowed down to: Many fatty foods, too much food in one go and fast food. Okay. So we cut those out.

And hesitantly, we leave the matter closed.

They started a food regime, you know, watched what he ate, and practised fasting more often.

He's admitted to the hospital three other times after the first scare, each progressively worse than the last. By the third time, when he checked into the ER around 2 am, the pain, even with the morphine they gave him, did not go away until the early hours of morning.

The doctor on call said his gallbladder was severely inflamed, but that they would not remove it due to surgical complications that may happen to arise ─ and asked him to come back after seeing a doctor for exams and a surgical recommendation.

Thing is, they're moving away. So they don't visit a doctor, move away and put the issue on the back burner, as you don't do.

Then he starts eating out more often, growing more relaxed, not watching out for dishes that he knows causes him issues ─

A year and a half later of no pain whatsoever, they just drive him to the ER with the worst pain of all pains ever ─ and everything falls apart. For four days, four whole days, after seeing a doctor and scheduling a surgery a week later, he can't eat any more.

Anything remotely solid is immediately rejected and leaves him in crippling pain. He can't sleep, can't even hold in some soup or broth ─ he checks into the ER on the second day.

The doctors look him over, claim his gallbladder is not inflamed or infected, state that his situation is hardly all that bad, give him some weak painkillers and say he is free to leave.

So they go home. He's still with pain ─ and by the next afternoon they drive him to another hospital.

It takes hours of begging, after asking a nurse they know to come check his situation, and of that nurse asking the surgeon on call to look at him, for the hospital to schedule him a surgery.

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But the Lord Almighty is very merciful; his procedure took 5 hours (three more than i normal) due to an adverse reaction to the anaesthesia he was under.

When they returned for his checkup, the surgeon gifted him his gallstones (removed), looked him in the eye and said, very seriously: 'I do not know why the hospital denied your surgery. Your gallbladder was extremely infected and stretched impossibly thin. Had you not done this surgery, would have died'.

I do not know why they are called gallstones. They looked like fragments of sharpened rock, very fragile, very brittle.

I do not intend my writing to cause any sort of alarm to you.

Their situation was extremely dangerous because the problem's shelf-life was extended, and I not pretend to understand your medical situation.

My healthcare is not your healthcare, and I do not see any reason to do a surgery so soon.

My only advice is that you think about this again in one or two years' time ─ if and only if you are no longer troubled by this issue.

.

[theloveoftoms]

Sunday Morning - Tom Cruise x Reader One Shot

Today I decided to write a Tom Cruise x Reader One Shot - I lope you like it!! Thanks for reading xxx

Fall mornings were always a delight to wake up to on the weekend.  As the lays got shorter, the sun would trickle through your blinds at a later frequency. Late September, around 7:30 your room would start to fill up with warm drops of light, so by 8, the light cascading through the airy curtains ensured a ‘golden’ start to the day. 

As usual, you were up first, but you didn’t mind. Taking a glance over at still sleeping Tom, you smiled to yourself. What a beautiful way to start each day by soaking in the image of your lover fast asleep. 

You decided Tom would get another 30 minutes and then be woken up. Waiting for the 30 minutes to pass, you thought about last night at the charity gala, your first time on a red carpet premiere as a ‘public’ couple. You enjoyed meeting celebrities, chatting with them as you passed them in the halls. But most of all, you enjoyed being seen with Tom, and the way he checked in frequently to make sure you were doing alright just before he went off to answer a couple interview questions. 

*(flashback to last night)*

Camera’s clicking, the photographers were calling out, “Tom! Tom! Can we get a photo with you and your girlfriend?” Tom looked over to you and asked if you were okay with it, of course you agreed, and before you knew it, you were smiling for the cameras and posing with your not-so-secret love. As the cameras were flashing, Tom put his hand on the small of your back and whispered in your ear, “They’re all here to see you beautiful.”

*(flashback over)*

After day-dreaming some more, and pondering plans for the day, you decided to wake up Tom. Since his back was to you, you ran your fingers up his back, to which he sighed, “mmm” and turned to face you. 

His eyes catching yours, you smile, “Good morning handsome.” Your eyes met with his again. Goodness his eyes were so enchanting. They were an even more beautiful shade of sea-like green in the morning light. “Morning,” he said with notes of tiredness in his voice, “how did you sleep last night?”

Your prop yourself up on your elbow and lean over to give Tom and kiss on the cheek. After kissing him you smile at him, “Good. Our shower got me tired out!” To which Tom smiled as he places his hand on your cheek and drew his thumb over your lips. 

As you went back in to kiss Tom’s other cheek, he pivoted his body to give you a proper kiss. Resting your hand on his shirtless chest you hovered there kissing him back. 

The kiss was slow, and passionate, but the love shared between you and Tom ensured it was anything but dull. “Maybe we’ll have to have another shower tonight then?” He smiled through the kiss, to which you chuckled, “Who knows if the both of us can wait till then?”

[riddikulus-writings]

Take A Nap

A/N: So yeah. I have a long, in depth fic for these two that's chock full of secrets and fluff and Actual Backstory but for some reason all I can write is smut. This is part two to Escapades and takes place just after the police van rolled down that hill. Also, can someone let me know if that link I tried doesn’t work? I’m still new to writing on this blue hellsite

Word Count: 1734

Pairing: Rick Flag x Female Reader [Codename Nyx, after the Greek Goddess]

Warnings: Still not really any plot, sorry guys. The plot for this is hidden elsewhere. Vaginal fingering. Semi-public sex. Dirty talk. Rick still won't shut up but he really should, though, people are trying to sleep. Choking. Uh, nothing makes sense, really? Movie innacuracies due to the fact this is now a bigger vehicle than the hippie van they were cruising around in, but the same concept still applies. 

Apparently, the van was on fire. One by one they stepped from the wreckage, walking out into the road, weapons in hand. Nyx wished she could’ve taken a picture, because she was positive they probably looked pretty cool.

Disoriented. Possibly concust. But cool.

And suddenly, rolling to a stop, was the small dusty van they'd rode to town in. Abner was in the open slider door, waving them in. DuBois puffed out his chest, "Alright. To Jotunheim."

"Not yet," Rick stopped him, "There's something else we need to do first."

"Stop standing like you have an American Flag waving behind you and get in the fucking mini bus, Flag."

Nyx's voice shook him out of his reverie; he was the last one outside. He jogged to catch the bus before it began moving faster, piling in the door and sliding it shut behind him. His eyes immediately found Nyx, seated in the very back. Rick beelined for her through the others and took up the space on her right. Peacemaker called to him from a seat up, "So, where are we going, now?"

"The Mayor's mansion in town," Rick told him, "We need to get Harley."

"Oh, I miss her," Nyx mused quietly.

Oh yeah. Rick cringed to himself, remembering the three missions he, Nyx and Harley had been on before he’d requested to Waller that Harley be benched more often than not. The first had gone by fine, minimal issues. The second was better. No deaths, no infighting amongst the Squad. Nyx had loosened up around other people by then and banter even happened. And the third--

Ain’t it normally the gal makin’ heart eyes at the guy and not the other way around, Ricky?

He’d shaken his head and given Harley a stern glare for assuming things. Harley had simply given him her smuggest million dollar grin and continued about her own business and not his.

“Suicide Squad to Mr. Flag,” a hand was waving in his eyes, slowly coming into focus. It was Nyx’s hand, but Cleo’s heavily accented voice, “What’s the plan?”

Rick cleared his throat, looking among his teammates, “Peacemaker high up, across the street. Sniper for any possible danger. Cleo,” he pointed at her, “Abner and, uh… Sebastian… are around back. Take out any guards back there. DuBois scales the wall to the top, Nyx and I keep watch.”

“Question,” Nyx raised her hand up, “Why can’t we just walk in the front door?”

"That would give us away," Peacemaker told her blatantly, "Instant capture. Dumb idea."

"You're a dumb idea," she retorted, "Actually, a bad idea was bringing you along."

Whoa. Everyone's eyebrows shot up, "Nyx, what the fuck? No infighting. Knock it off," Rick's voice was low but firm with authority.

"He's-- he's got bad vibes about him," Nyx's words slurred, "I-I just don't like him."

"No one does," DuBois told her, patting the very quiet Peacemaker on the shoulder, "Everyone try to get some rest before we get to town. It's going to be a while."

The rest of the team hunkered down in their seats, leaning against their respective windows or leaning forward with their heads against the seat ahead of them. Cleo snuggled into Nanaue's side, and Peacemaker went as far as laying completely flat on his back, his thick splayed legs hanging in the aisle.

Rick reached over and tugged Nyx across the bench seat they were seated on, sliding her into his side, "What’s up between you and Peacemaker?" His voice was quiet, muffled against the hair at her temple.

She ducked away from him a little, tucking her head under his chin, "I've been with him a bit longer than you have. I just… can't explain it but I don't like him. He makes me uneasy."

Rick's thumb started rubbing circles in her hip, "So many trust issues."

"I have my reasonings," she yawned up at him, "Secret reasonings."

"Oh, I'm sure you do," he whispered, grabbing her chin with his free hand so he could look her in the eye. The dim moonlight through the window made her eyes seem almost black, "Extra secret reasonings, huh?"

Nyx leaned closer, staring at his mouth instead of his eyes, "Top secret."

Rick hummed in agreement and closed the gap, sealing his mouth over hers. He wasted no time dipping his tongue into her mouth, drinking in her moans before they could get too loud. He gently pushed on her, laying her down across the length of the seat. Rick followed her down, nestling himself between her legs. Nyx planted a foot on the seat beside Rick’s thigh as he hitched the other into the crook of his elbow, “Gonna be quiet?” he asked quietly, lightly peppering kisses down her neck. Sucking on her now-exposed collarbone.

She whined, a breathless whisper as she nodded desperately, trying to grind her hips against something. Rick moved back up, his free hand moving around her neck, “Quiet.”

He slowly lowered her leg, her boot softly hitting the floor. Rick sent a sidelong glance through the rest of the dark bus, and so far no one had moved from their previous positions. Thank God for that. What a sight they’d wake up to; Nyx spread over the only bench seat here, Rick looming over her, a hand around her throat. They’d either think he was trying to kill her, or get very uncomfortable very fast and ask him to stop.

Which, he wasn’t about to do whether someone woke up or not.

He turned his attention back to the panting woman beneath him, raising an eyebrow at the grin spread over her face. The more pressure he applied to her throat, the wider her lips spread. His right hand worked at the buttons of her black pants, “Filthy little thing,” he muttered, “There’s other people on this bus.” Rick snaked his hand down the front of her pants, stroking down her dripping sex, “All for me?”

“That is you,” she panted out, grabbing the back of his head to pull him down for another searing kiss. When he scooped his cum back up with two fingers and pushed them inside, Nyx bit his bottom lip so hard he was sure she’d drawn blood. He leaned into it, pushing his tongue on her mouth again as he worked his fingers and scissored her open.

“Quiet,” he admonished, again, pressing his free hand against her throat once more. He pinned her to the seat, squeezing his hand as tight as he’d let himself, “Gonna wake everyone up,” he breathed out, his nose brushing against hers.

Again, Nyx’s grin grew, her pearly teeth glowing in the shards of moonlight passing through the windows, “Good.”

Rick almost growled but couldn’t without fear of waking someone up. Instead he buried his face in her shoulder, “Fuckin’ filthy little thing,” he repeated, curling his fingers against that certain spongy spot he’d found that made her grind hard into the palm of his hand, “Gonna be a good girl and keep me in there?” She whined out a high pitched yes but otherwise stayed breathless, quiet pants crawling up her throat and Rick wanted nothing more than to shove his cock in her open mouth. He pulled up from her neck, almost sneering with the strain of trying to stay quiet as he worked his thumb up to the peak of her cunt, “Want you to cum all over my hand, sweetheart. Gonna do that for me? See if you can stay quiet.”

“Bastard,” was the whimper he got.

“That’s not very nice,” he told her, pressing his thumb hard on her clit. Her arm suddenly flew up to cover her face, Nyx burying her face in the crook of her elbow as Rick buried a third finger deep in her cunt, his thumb rubbing fast circles. He moved his hand from her throat, sliding it instead to her hip to hold her down as she bucked into his hand, “C’mon, almost there. I got you,” he muttered.

Her hips stuttered, low whines coming muffled by her elbow. She was choking his fingers and he had to remove one so he could keep them moving, working her through her orgasm. Rick’s hand got soaked suddenly and she went limp, her only movement coming from her chest that moved with rapid breaths, “Bitch.”

Rick tugged her arm from her face as he slid his hand from her pants, “What’s the matter, Nyx?”

“I--” she panted out, “hate being-- quiet.”

He flashed her a bright grin and tugged her pants back into place, giving her stomach a gentle pat, “You didn’t have to,” a quick peck on the lips, “But it would’ve been a bit awkward for the others. Especially when I wouldn’t stop.” Another whimper, and he raised an eyebrow at her, but simply stuck his fingers in his mouth.

“I’m going to sleep,” she whispered, dropping her hand off the side of the seat. Her knuckles brushed the floor. The other arm folded behind her head.

“I sure fuckin’ hope so,” DuBois grumbled from somewhere up front. “You two are disgusting.”

"No one told you to listen," Rick shot back, his whisper loud enough for DuBois to hear over Nyx's stifled giggles. Rick was grinning, though; thankfully Bloodsport couldn't see it.

"Someone needs to nap," Nyx murmured, a small smirk plastered over her mouth, "He sounds cranky."

“You ain't laying down there,” Rick suddenly tugged her back up to snuggle into his side, his arm draped over her shoulders as he scooted them both to the end of the seat, “Leanin’ or layin’?”

“Lay,” she yawned.

He turned and pressed his back to the window, head lolling to the side to lean on the seat. After some shuffling, she was between his legs, back to his chest. HIs arms wrapped around her, one leg from each of them on the seat and the other leg on the floor. They looked like they had the same boots on. Nyx nuzzled her head into his shoulder, “Y’smell nice…”

“I smell like jungle and sweat,” he chuckled, his laugh vibrating through her, “And blood. Go to sleep.”

And they both dozed off like that, just as they had several times before on Nyx’s couch. Their breathing evened, Nyx drooling a little onto Rick’s bicep. Rick shifted in his sleep and snugged her closer to his chest.

[emeren]

speed racer- eren jaeger

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader 

word count: 6k

content warnings: nsfw, smut, 18+, smoking, degradation, overstimulation, breeding (w/o baby talk) 

notes: 100% inspired by the official art, like mmm yes please. also i know absolutely nothing about how car racing works, but that’s not important. this is unedited because my brain turned to mush writing it. enjoy!! <3

SUMMARY: eren’s a semi-professional car racer, who has a tumultuous friendship with the reader. after losing a race, eren sets out to win something else in his life, much to the reader’s surprise. 

“took you long enough!” sasha called out, holding her hand above her eyes in an attempt to block out the bright sun. you dished her a smile, weaving your way through the throngs of people in the stands, attempting not to step on anyone. your eyes briefly flitted to the track, the assistants distantly getting their cars ready. they were hardly visible from here; merely faceless figures idling around. you heaved out a sigh as you reached sasha, the brunette gingerly patting the spot next to her. 

“you couldn’t have gotten better seats, sash?” you asked as you sat down, pushing your sunglasses on top of your head. sasha waved her large bag of popcorn in front of your face, an exasperated expression on her features. 

“the line was long, and what’s a race without popcorn?” she grinned, offering you the bag. you rolled your eyes but took a fistful of the bright yellow snack nonetheless. “plus, if you really wanted that good of seats, you would’ve come early yourself.” 

“i did come here early,” you retorted, your voice muffled by the popcorn. sasha raised a questioning brow, her elbow nudging you in the side. 

“getting here early just so you can poke around the racer’s quarters is not the same thing,” she singsonged, a girlish smirk on her face. you scoffed, turning away from her as you felt heat race to your cheeks. “c’mon, everyone knows you and eren are totally into each other. i don’t understand why you guys don’t just go for it.” 

“i wasn’t poking around, and i am not into eren,” you said, shifting uncomfortably as the words left your mouth. it was true, to some degree. the two of you had been friends in high school, back when eren was just some skinny kid with anger issues. now he was a semi-professional racer, and the rivalry between the two of you was palpable, to say the least.

you’d been in the same friend group and for some reason eren just loved to pick on you whenever he got the chance. you suspected it had something to do with his repressed daddy issues or whatever, and he’d known mikasa and armin far too long to be so catty with them. initially they were just playful taunts, but as you got older, they started to become more personal. with age came your own unchecked need to banter and argue with him. 

somewhere along the way the arguments turned to sexual tension. a sexual tension that for the most part, the two of you were happy to ignore. it allowed room for a more sassy friendship, at least. 

“uh huh, suuure,” sasha responded, seemingly unconvinced. she must’ve sensed your discomfort, deciding to change the topic. “who’s who?” 

your eyes traced the track, analyzing each vehicle. “armin’s in yellow, mikasa’s in red, eren’s in white, and i believe levi is in green.” 

“levi’s racing? isn’t he getting a little old for that?” sasha laughed, squinting. you chuckled. 

“it’s just a small fundraiser race, plus he’s a crowd favorite over here,” you explained. sasha nodded as she processed the information. the sun was hot, beating down on your back. “i’m honestly surprised this many people came out.” 

sasha tossed more popcorn in her mouth, halfway done with the bag despite the race still not having started. she offered it to you again. “mhm, this is the same type of crowd that we’d see in the underground.” 

you thought back to your days of attending the illegal races, late at night and under the cover of darkness. though you were just a junior in college, it felt like those nights freshman year had been decades ago. that was before eren showed real promise in the professional circuit. it was also where levi scouted him out to be his successor. 

as if on cue, you could see the figures of the racers emerging from the port, each headed for their respective cars. you couldn’t help the way your gaze immediately followed the tall, brown haired racer adorned in his white racing jacket, checkers on the side. the crowd erupted into cheers at the sight of the all the racers, one from each color of the rainbow. eren walked with a certain confidence, his adamant determination being one of the only things that followed him from high school. 

though you couldn’t clearly see his face from where you sat, you knew he was smiling. eren had always loved the adrenaline rush before a race. 

“alright ladies and gentlemen, we welcome you to the annual shiganshina fundraiser race!” the reporter boomed over the intercom. sasha squealed in her seat, excitedly gripping your arm and pointing towards your friends. you felt a mix of excited nervousness waft over you, giggling along with her. “today we’ve got racers from all over the circuit, and each one has volunteered their precious time for the cause. can we get a round of applause?” 

the crowd erupted in yet another ear deafening round of applause as the announcer read off the names of each of the racers. you and sasha made sure to scream your loudest when armin, mikasa, and eren’s names were read off. 

you hoped they knew it was you, your throat scratchy as you sat back down. there was no need to be loud for levi; the entire crowd went absolutely feral at the mention of his name. 

the announcer read off the conditions of the race, as well as the reasoning for the fundraiser itself. you and sasha chatted quietly about the after party while the racers put their helmets on and got in their cars. before too long, the announcer was gearing up for the start. 

“alright everyone, we’re about to start. get yourselves ready.” 

you and sasha stood, hollering and cheering for your friends as the cars all lined up. you knew you’d be happy if any of them crossed the finish line first, but it was undeniable that it would be eren. it wasn’t armin or mikasa’s passion like it was eren’s; they viewed it more as as fun hobby. nevertheless, you dreaded how smug eren would be once he added another win to his already growing list. he really was a bastard sometimes. 

“racers ready your cars. 3... 2... 1... go!” 

they were off, levi’s green car easily settling into first place, cruising past the other cars as he whipped around the first curve. you held your breath, eyes scanning the other cars placements. eren was in fourth, armin in fifth, and mikasa in second. sasha yelled sporadically, reaching out and squeezing your wrist tightly. 

as they rounded the circuit for the second time, eren passed the third place racer, coming up behind mikasa’s red car. you held your breath. “c’mon eren...” 

“shit! he passed her!” sasha screeched, jumping up and down. you smiled as he whipped the corner, nearly cutting the edge of the median. 

“levi is still so far ahead,” you commented, trying to pry sasha’s death grip from your wrist. your eyes glanced to the clock, realizing that the race was near its finish. levi was cutting the third corner and eren was quickly gaining on him. 

“looks like it’s gonna be clo-” sasha’s voice was cut off as a large man tripped over the bleacher behind you, effectively shoving you into her side. “shit, the popcorn!” 

you regained your balance, giving the man behind you a dirty glare as you turned to sasha. she frowned at the popcorn that’d been spilled all over the ground. “what a waste!” 

looking back up at the track, the crowd broke into screams of excitement. you expected to see eren’s face on the big screen to the side as confetti streamed through the air, but were surprised to see levi’s unimpressed stare. 

eren lost? 

“you’ve gotta be shitting me,” sasha gaped, her face slack in shock. you shrugged, shaking the feeling of disappointment from your shoulders. serves him right. 

people started to vacate the stands, shoving their way past you as you turned to sasha. “let’s go find connie and jean, sash.” 

she nodded, still frowning. the two of you climbed down the steps, going against the flow of the crowd as you weaseled your way down onto the spectators path. you could see all of the racers shaking hands, congratulating each other. your mind briefly considered whether or not eren was going to be upset, but you decided not to dwell on it. 

you watched as the racers disappeared into the tunnel, eren’s tall figure no longer in view. just then, connie and jean came walking out from the service booth, both wearing their maintenance coveralls. 

sasha wildly waved her arm, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the remaining stragglers towards your friends. 

“hey guys!” she smiled, the boys jogging to meet you halfway. 

“why were you guys in such shit seats?” connie asked, skipping over a greeting. you let out a small laugh at sasha’s expense. she merely shrugged, turning to jean. 

“we going to your place?” you questioned before she had the chance. jean nodded, adjusting the backwards baseball cap on his head. 

“yeah, just gotta wrap some things up, then we can head out,” he replied. you grew happy at the thought of kicking back with your friends, enjoying a nice night of fun. parties at jean and connie’s place were always the best. 

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

“some race that was,” connie groaned, leaning back and bringing the beer bottle to his lips. so far it was just you, sasha, connie, jean, and a bunch of random drunk people who’d come from the track. sasha scoffed from her spot on the worn, brown couch. 

“you could say that again,” she grumbled. “we didn’t even get to see levi cross the finish line ‘cause some guy rammed into us.” 

jean looked at you from where he leaned against the wall, a bottle in his hand and his eyebrows raised. “wait, for real?” 

“yeah,” you sighed, drinking whatever bitter liquid sasha had poured into your red solo cup. “didn’t even say sorry.” 

“how many times do i have to tell you guys, just come work maintenance with jean-boy and i,” connie suggested, wrapping his arm around sasha’s shoulder and giving a squeeze. she rolled her eyes and shoved him off. “you guys would get to watch the race from the track itself.” 

“i don’t know the first thing about cars,” sasha laughed, you nodding along with her. 

“and you think we do? i just said that so we could get the best seats in the house,” connie snorted, taking another swig of his drink. you chuckled at his idiocy, unfazed by yet another one of their stupid stunts. “where’re the big racers anyway?” 

“they should be here soon,” you responded, glancing out the window. jean was unironically blasting the fast and the furious soundtrack, something he’d done after every race for as long as you’d known him. by now the songs were ingrained in your brain. 

“who wants to bet jaeger is in a pissy mood?” jean snorted as he moved to sit down on the arm of the chair you were planted in. 

“when isn’t he?” you sneered. connie and sasha hummed in agreement. both you and jean loved nothing more than to push eren’s buttons. you knew jean’s motives stemmed from some boyish fun, whereas yours felt a little more personal. 

the sound of clapping began to compete with the music, your neck craning to look past jean into the hallway. eren, armin, and mikasa came into view, people cheering them on and patting them on the back. they each wore their racing jackets over their street clothes. 

you felt a familiar sensation burn in your stomach at the sight of eren. his dark hair was pulled back per usual, wispies framing his tan face. The white jacket stood out against his black t-shirt and black jeans; key necklace he always wore glinting against his chest. as your gaze travelled up from his body, you were startled to make contact with his teal eyes. you quickly glanced away in embarrassment. 

“well, well, well,” jean cheered, raising his bottle to the trio. “how’d it feel to lose to a short, old man, eh jaeger?”

eren scowled, obviously peeved. “if i had to lose to anyone, i’m glad it was levi.” 

connie snorted at that. “man, professional circuit has you soft.” 

“whatever you say, baldie,” eren smirked mischievously as he came to sit down on the couch. connie defensively rubbed his head. “at least i’m making money in prof.” 

“i still can’t believe you have people that actually want to sponsor you,” you snipped, a playful expression on your face. eren lazily looked towards you, the familiar irritation laced in his eyes. 

“i’m sorry, what was that? i wasn’t listening to you,” eren retorted, looking as unbothered as ever. you glared at his words, but caught armin’s disapproving eye and decided to stay quiet. 

as the night carried on, you watched your friends relax and reminisce about previous races and the days spent in the illegal ring. it seemed crazy that your life was so centered around car races, when you weren’t even a racer yourself. but you supposed you were just happy to be supporting your friends.

at some point you got up out of your chair to refill your cup. the large hoards of people had started to dance; the house feeling hot and humid as you shoved your way to the kitchen. luckily the room was empty, save for armin who was drinking water out of the kitchen tap. 

“thirsty?” you asked, amused. his head snapped up, surprised by your voice. it took one look to tell he was absolutely trashed, face red and eyes half lidded. he smiled goofily and nodded his head before stumbling back out into the crowd of people. 

you quickly filled your cup, following the direction armin had gone. as you stepped out of the kitchen, a body came out of nowhere and smacked into you. 

eren jumped back, trying to avoid the liquid that sloshed out of your cup. “hey, watch it!” he hissed. 

“you watch it, casanova,” you snapped, irritated by the sticky alcohol that dripped down your hand. eren’s eyes narrowed at the nickname, his arms defensively crossing his chest. 

“i told you not to call me that,” he bit back, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. you rolled your eyes, instinctively bringing your hand to your mouth in an attempt to lick the drink off. eren watched you, his gaze clouded with an indiscernible emotion. you knew what you were doing. 

“hm. too bad,” you quipped, dragging your tongue down the side of your hand, popping your pointer finger in your mouth. eren glowered at you as you let out a giggle. “see ya, loser.” 

“whatever, brat,” he huffed, shaking the tension from his pants as you sauntered off into the crowd. he hated the effect you had on him.

you’d already decided not to get shit faced. while the rest of your friends had chosen otherwise, you danced alongside them, your resolve wearing thin much faster than theirs. jean and sasha bounced happily up and down, screaming the lyrics to whatever song it was blasting from the speakers. connie and mikasa were playing beer pong, and you had no clue where armin and eren had gone.

you heaved in a breath as a sharp pain shot through your side, signaling the end of your dancing career for the night. your two dance partners were too far gone to notice, waving goodbye to you as you stepped out of the sweaty crowd. 

slipping your phone out of your pocket, your eyes nearly popped from your head at the time. two thirty?!

only slightly tipsy, you decided to find jean’s room and call it a night. he’d just have to sleep on the couch. with one hand dragging on the wall, you made your way through the house, past armin who was doing body shots with a couple of strangers, up the stairs and down the dark hall. it was quieter up here, but you could still hear the music and knew it’d be awhile till sleep visited you. 

shoving jean’s door open, you were surprised to see none other than eren laid back on the bed, puffs of smoke coming from his mouth. the strong scent of weed hit your nostrils, nose scrunching up in reflex. he propped himself up on one arm upon your entrance, eyeing you. 

“oh, sorry i’ll just- wait a minute,” you paused, narrowing your eyes at him. “you aren’t supposed to be smoking on your sponsorship.” 

eren let out a loud laugh at that, more smoke spilling from his lungs. “thanks, mom. i know.” 

you stood in the doorway, not really sure what to do. “jean’s gonna be mad if his room smells like weed tomorrow.” 

“yeah, why do you think i chose to do it in here?” he leered, bringing the blunt to his lips and deeply inhaling, sharp cheekbones protruding with the action. you sucked in a breath, not wanting to acknowledge just how gorgeous he was. his jacket was off, black shirt tightly gripping his muscular yet slender arms as he propped himself up. he blew the smoke from his nostrils this time, making your face heat. “wanna hit?”  

you sighed, weighing the options. jean’s bed was a lot more comfortable than connie’s. you could just wait till eren was done, and then pass out. “no, but i’ll wait with you till you’re done.” 

“suit yourself, brat,” eren hummed, flopping back down on the bed as you shut the door behind yourself. you came to sit by him, looking down as he heaved in a sober breath. he really is beautiful, you thought. 

your eyes scanned his face. “you really shouldn’t be smoking, you know. you could lose the sponsorship.” 

eren rolled his teal eyes, giving you a side glance. “i’m aware. i’m also aware that you aren’t going to rat on me.” 

“and what makes you so sure?” you asked playfully, your voice low. eren’s gaze shifted to you, placing the blunt between his lips as he sat up, face inches from yours. 

“because. you can act like you hate me all you want,” smoke blew from his lips as he spoke, slowly inching his face closer to yours. you swallowed, eyes struggling to maintain contact with his dark stare. “but i know how badly you want me.” 

you blinked, heart rate accelerating as he glanced at your lips. “speaking from experience?” 

eren’s mouth quirked up in a smirk at your words. “something like that.”

you watched with desire as he brought the bud of the blunt up to his lips, deeply inhaling the toxic smoke. he lifted his free hand, pointer finger gently tracing your jaw as his thumb came up to caress your chin. he tapped softly against your face, as if asking you to open your mouth. 

you weren’t sure what part of you was wanting to submit to his every move. maybe it was the alcohol. or maybe it was the accumulation of sexual tension. something told you it was a deeper itch that needed to be scratched. an itch only eren could reach. 

you parted your lips, eyes fluttering as eren leaned forward and carefully brushed his own against yours, dumping his lungful of smoke into your mouth. you breathed it in, fighting the urge to cough and whine as he pulled away. 

“good girl,” he breathed, leaning away to snuff the bud out on jean’s bedside table. you heaved out as much as you could, shocked by your own willingness. you were mainly surprised by how much you enjoyed whatever that was. 

you stared at him expectantly as he turned back to you, a serious expression on his face. “eren.” 

“yes?” he asked, leaning heavily on his arm, eyes unashamedly focused on your lips. his other hand came up again, lightly ghosting your jawline. you could feel yourself growing wet between your legs; the way eren was fucking you with his eyes sending an unwelcomed throb to your clit. 

acting on impulse, you lurched forward, latching your lips onto eren’s slightly chapped ones. he wasted no time in kissing you back; hungrily pressing himself closer to your body. his lips were warm and tasted like weed and coca cola, his tongue wiggling its way into your mouth where you happily welcomed it. 

you brought your hand up, wanting to run your fingers through his hair, but were stopped when they got caught in the bun. eren grunted, kissing you harder and bringing his own hand up to yank the tie from his locks, letting his soft hair fall to his shoulders. 

your fingers were quick to glide through the brown strands, scratching his scalp in the process. some throaty sound emitted from his chest, the noise making your cunt ache in need. how is he so hot? 

eren’s hands came to your waist, roughly shoving you down onto the bed, so that he hovered above you. your lips continued to meld together, saliva coated mouths wetly intertwined. you removed your hand from his hair, bringing both hands to run down the expanse of his arms that were on either side of your head. you squeezed his biceps, surprised when he suddenly pulled away. 

“is this okay?” he panted, breaths labored. his pupils were dilated, all seriousness behind his gaze. you nodded your head without hesitation, practically begging him to continue. “words.”

“yes, yes. i want this just as much as you do,” you responded. eren smirked from above you, his dark hair swirling around his face as his key dangled in front of your chin. 

“good, because,” he leaned down to your ear, lightly nibbling the lobe as the cold key rested against your throat. “i’m going to punish you for all these years of torture.” 

your eyes widened, the words sending a desirable chill down your spine. “torture?” 

eren’s hot mouth travelled slowly from your ear down the side of your neck, lightly peppering the skin with lustful kisses. his tongue came out as he reached your collarbone, dragging the wet muscle up the front of your throat, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake. a small whimper involuntarily left your mouth as he pulled back, grabbing your chin in his large hand.  

“all of the nicknames,” he pressed a kiss to your lips. “the quips,” and another, your chest tightening. “the stunt you pulled earlier with your hand. oh god. it’s like you were practically begging me to bend you over and teach you a lesson.” 

he pulled back, dark eyes boring into yours. the desire was palpable, your breathing shallow as he stared at you. it was like he was waiting for some silent agreement. 

you held eye contact, tilting your chin back ever so slightly in his grip. “good thing i learn fast.” 

your words flew straight to his cock, throbbing uncomfortably behind his jeans. eren let go of your chin, his lips hungrily reconnecting with yours as his hands pinned your wrists to either side of your head. his tongue was quick to invite itself into your mouth, warm and erotic. 

you wanted to tug on his hair again; wanted to hear his primal groans and feel him vibrate against your mouth, but you were pinned to the bed. desperate to hear eren moan, your teeth grazed his bottom lip, the action making him yank his head back. 

“tsk tsk, none of that,” he growled, wet lips glinting in the low light of the room. “this is your punishment. guess we’re going to have to do something else.” 

you frowned as he let go of your wrists, lifting himself from the bed and standing. you propped yourself up on your elbows, eyes laced with desire as eren swiftly pulled the black shirt over his head, key pendant resting on his newly exposed chest. he was dangerously attractive like this; dark hair disheveled on his shoulders, only adding to the feral stare he was giving you. 

he leaned forward, grabbing your thighs and yanking you to the end of the bed, legs dangling from the side. you watched in awe as he dropped to his knees, fingers coming up to toy with the button of your jean shorts. 

“these little shorts make your ass look so good,” he grumbled, tapping the button. “be good and take them off for me.” 

you wasted no time in lifting your ass off the bed, struggling to yank the denim down your legs without hitting eren in the face. he watched your every movement, licking his lips as you wiggled them off. 

without thinking, your hands gripped the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head to reveal a black bra. eren’s pupils dilated further at the unexpected sight of your breasts. 

he helped pull the shorts from your ankles, tossing them aside as you sat back down, just in your panties and bra. you paused for a moment, unsure of what he was planning to do. 

“watch me,” he demanded, staring at you through his brows. you nodded your head, breath hitching as he placed an open mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh, tongue swiping against the smooth skin. 

his eyelashes fluttered as he licked up your leg; just the way he looked at you being enough to have you creaming in your lace panties. your teeth tugged at your bottom lip, the burning in your face mirroring the way your clit throbbed along with your heart beat. 

eren’s tongue trailed until he reached the edge of your underwear, eyes never failing to stay connected with yours. you swallowed as he lifted his head, placing his tongue flatly against your clothed clit. 

it was a warm, muted feeling, your body all too aware of the beautiful man between your legs. eren brought his fingers up, hooking under the fabric and pushing it to the side. 

“so wet for me already,” he hummed, a smile on his face. you blushed in embarrassment, the feeling of his breath on your glistening pool of moisture making you shiver. “’m gonna eat you so good, little bitch.” 

you gasped as eren rapidly brought his face down, burying his head between your legs. the sensation was like no other; a swirling feeling in your stomach as his tongue hungrily swiped against your clit. your hands flew down to his hair, tugging as his lips wrapped around the bud, suckling softly. 

a moan escaped your lips, the sound causing eren to groan out in reply. the vibration of his vocal cords against your center amplifying the pleasure. 

a distinct feeling began to burn in your chest, the sloppiness of eren’s tongue licking up your slick causing your legs to squirm, tightening around his head. “fuck.”

eren pulled back at the pressure against his skull, a smack sounding through the air as he released his suction on your wet cunt. 

“i told you to be good,” he hissed, lips coated in your sheen. you knew the image of eren’s face between your legs, hair disheveled and mouth swollen, eyes dark and lustrous, would be burned into the back of your brain. 

flustered, you nodded your head, spreading your legs so they weren’t pressing against his face. he nodded in content, arms coming up to wrap around your thighs to keep you steady. 

and he was back; eating your pussy like he hadn’t been fed in years, a primal desperation. he pressed his tongue down harder, the cry ripping from your throat at the sensation only egging him on. you struggled against his grip as he abused your clit with his mouth, sucking and tracing his teeth over it so good. 

his tongue slid down to your entrance, shoving itself in without invitation. the fullness wasn’t like having sex; it was a heated, swirling feeling. the wet muscle circled around your spongey walls, your face beginning to burn and hands growing clammy in eren’s hair. 

you threw your head back as his ministrations sped up, your hips attempting to grind into his face. the warmth in the pit of your stomach building like a loaded gun, ready to release itself. 

all it took was the added pressure of his hand wrapping around your thigh so that his thumb could press against your clit, feverishly rubbing. you came crashing down, your eyes screwing shut as the wave of dopamine stretched to every part of your body, legs jerking against his hold. 

eren pulled his head back again, a smile on his wet face as he licked your release from his lips. “tasted so good, so good for me.” 

you breathed out in reply as he came back up above you, gently taking your chin and bringing his mouth down to yours. 

the kiss was small and simple, your eye lids growing heavy. you could taste your bitter release on him, the unfamiliar flavor not completely unpleasant. 

“sleepy?” eren mumbled against your lips, coming back to look at you. you nodded your head, eyes catching on the key that dangled from his neck. “too bad. we aren’t done with your punishment yet.” 

you frowned, your body suddenly more awake than it was before. “huh?” you asked, sitting up as eren shifted to pull his jeans off. 

you weren’t sure what you expected when he yanked both his jeans and boxers down; you guessed you’d always thought his anger issues were compensation for something. the realization dawned on you that eren had nothing to compensate for as his cock sprung from his pants, the sheer size making your mouth water. 

a smirk crossed his face as he stepped from his jeans. “enjoying the view?” 

“what? no,” you scoffed, averting your gaze. eren crawled back over you, his bare length pressing into your stomach as his hands came up to unclasp your bra. 

“don’t be shy, this is your punishment after all,” he whispered, pulling the cups from your chest. his eyes unashamedly scanned your breasts, a smile tugging his lips as he gave them a generous squeeze. 

you tried to ignore the imprint of him on your stomach; but it was nearly impossible. you could feel the spot between your legs grow wet again, arousal already weaseling its way back into your system.

eren brought his lips to yours once again, the kisses much sloppier and desperate than before. he grunted as you shifted to lay back down, his exposed dick rubbing against your stomach. “can’t wait to be inside of you,” he mumbled against your lips. 

you whimpered at his words, his lips melding with your own while he simultaneously tugged your panties down your legs. he propped himself up with one arm, the other positioning the tip of his cock at the entrance of your already throbbing cunt. 

you took a deep breath as he slowly eased himself into you; the sheer stretch making your eyes lull back in your head. eren moved his hips slowly at first, loosening you up. he was watching your expressions; his eyelids heavy and mouth slightly agape. 

“shit, you’re so tight,” he groaned, hips starting to move faster as he gazed down at you. you swallowed, closing your eyes as he sent one particularly hard thrust, cock nearly ramming your cervix. “you good?” 

“mhm,” you responded, bringing your hands up to grab his hair. “just so big.” 

eren let out a breathy chuckle at that, eyes traveling down to your pelvis where his dick was visibly creating a bump with every thrust. he placed his hand on your stomach, pressing down as he bucked his hips violently forwards. he was so deep. 

you cried out at the feeling of his length sliding in and out of your cunt, your walls clenching around him as your hands clawed at his muscular back. 

he was filling you up so good, a moan leaving his lips as your enhanced arousal unexpectedly brought your second orgasm down, tears pricking your eyes. eren kept abusing your pussy, his thrusts growing senseless before he buried himself deep within you, releasing his load inside of your exhausted center. 

both of your breathing was labored, eren looking up at the ceiling. his face was flushed as he recovered, you laying limply beneath him trying to regain your composure yourself. 

“that felt so good,” you admitted, bringing your hand up from his back to caress his angular face. eren frowned at your words, large hand grabbing your wrist and removing it from his jawline. 

“m’not tired yet,” he said seriously, your eyes widening as he placed a chaste kiss to your lips. your fucked out face beneath him had his dick already hardening again. “m’not gonna be tired till i win.” 

he suddenly pulled up, hooking his hands under your knees and pushing your legs up by your head. the action strained your muscles, the feeling of eren’s cum dripping down your ass filling your head as he readied himself to fuck you senseless. 

he stared at your cunt; at the way his cum was oozing out of it, the abused pussy ready to take him in again. he used his fingers to catch the drip, forcing it back inside of you. the thought of filling you up all nice and pretty sent him over the edge, his hand shamelessly guiding his cock back inside of you.

eren was meaner this time; each thrust was deep and deliberate, hitting your cervix and making you cry out in pleasure. the burning sensation in your clit was overwhelming, your mouth hanging open as eren slowly fucked you stupid. 

“good, pretty girl” eren breathed out, ramming his hips into yours. “took her punishment like such a good girl.” 

you tried to nod your head, but you couldn’t move. the feeling of hot, sticky tears rolled down your face, eren’s cock deep within you almost too much to bear. he grabbed your chin, tongue swiping up your cheek as he savored the salty flavor on his tastebuds. this man and his licking. 

“tell me, did you learn your lesson?” eren grunted in your ear, hand still gripping your chin. you tried to form a sentence, fucked beyond words. “hm, use your words and i’ll let you cum.” 

one more deep thrust and his dick stopped its strokes, pausing within you. “yes... yes.” 

“yes what?” 

your tongue was heavy in your mouth, pussy all too aware of eren’s length within it. “i learned my lesson, you won.” 

he smirked, aggressively bucking his hips into your weak cunt, the action making you cry out as he rammed your cervix. the tears continued to roll down your cheeks as eren’s dick twitched, spurting the his seed into you. your third release followed his, your clit spasming from the overstimulation. 

eren heaved himself out of you, collapsing deftly onto the bed. the two of you sat in a heated silence, your face sticky from the tears. eren glanced to you, eyes trailing down your body. 

“i’ll get a rag,” he mumbled, shoving off the bed and walking into jean’s bathroom. you were beyond exhausted and knew that you’d be sore tomorrow. eren reemerged, quickly cleaning you up and handing you your shirt. 

your eyes lazily watched him as he walked over and locked the door; brain too tired to form a sentence. 

he must’ve noticed your concern. “we can sleep in here tonight; i don’t think you’re in any shape to move.” 

you carefully crawled into the sheets, not even bothering to put your shirt back on. eren followed suit, climbing in behind you. 

“night,” he whispered as he shut the bedside light off. your lids were growing heavy, a smile on your lips as you began to fall asleep. 

“night, casanova.” 

<3 <3 <3 

[buttterknifeee]

Sisters- Teen Titans x Aquagirl Reader

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Summary: You don't get along well with your own siblings, but maybe you'll get along well with Starfire's super-cool, definitely-not-evil sister!

Pairings: Platonic! Starfire x reader

Word Count: 3575

A/N: Hey guys!!! Sorry for posting this so late I just did this one a lot slower lol. Unfortunately, school's starting soon so I won't be able to write as often. I'm still working on 2 fics so keep that in mind if you want to request!

Carnivals were the best invention in the world, you decided. The rides, the food, the games, and you only get to enjoy it a few times a year. So when the carnival does come to visit, you always make sure to enjoy it as much as you can.

“Don’t you just lovvvveee carnivals?” You say, walking next to Raven.

“Well, Beast Boy and Cyborg have been trying to win an animal from a single game for the past hour and Robin and Starfire are probably making out on the ferris wheel, so not as much as you.” she says, staring straight ahead. The others had paired up and set off when you first entered the carnival, so that left you with Raven. And as much as you love Raven, you love her in a “meditating/book club” way, not a “fun adventure” way. You approached the two boys as they finally won their carnival game prize.

“Told you we’d win a prize” Beast Boy grinned at Raven, holding a toy chicken to her face.

“A giant chicken. I must be the luckiest girl in the world.” She said sarcastically.

Suddenly, Robin jumped in front of the four of you.

“Titans! Trouble!” He yelled, standing up from a crouching position.

“Where’s Starfire?” Cyborg asked.

“That's the trouble,” Robin said, then promptly took off. The four of you followed him close behind. He brings the four of you to a dock, where you finally see the “trouble” Robin was talking about. Starfire was being chased by a flying, squid-like space robot with tentacles and everything. She flies past the five of you, the flying machine doing the same.

“Who’s her new best friend?” Beast Boy asks, staring at the scene before you.

“Don’t know, but I can’t wait to meet him,” Robin said.

Starfire hid behind you as the flying machine continued to follow her. Beast Boy turned into an alligator and tried to attack the robotic squid, but missed. You tried to hit it with jets of water, but it bounced off of its exterior. Raven threw a hot dog cart at the machine with her telekinesis, but it simply tore straight through the cart. Cyborg grabbed onto the tentacles and strained as the machine tried to get away.

“Don't know what you did to make this thing mad, Star, but it couldn't hurt to apologize!” Cyborg yelled, trying to keep a grip on the tentacles.

“I am… sorry?” Starfire apologizes confusingly, taking shelter behind a grimacing Robin.

Cyborg loses grip on the mysterious space squid as Robin jumps forward. He hits the machine hard with his staff and it falls into the water. A moment of silence falls onto the six of you.

“So, did we just win?” Beast Boy asked.

His answer came in the form of the machine crashing through the floor and back into the sky. Robin jumps onto it.

“Don’t see an OFF switch,” He yells. “Guess I’ll have to make one!” He punches into the side of the machine. The machine goes haywire, and Robin jumps off of it before it flies crazily into the sky and blows up. Since there were already fireworks, any regular citizens could have easily mistaken it for one of the big finals. You turned your attention to Starfire.

“Starfire, are you alright?” you ask. She nodded with a small smile.

“Whatever that thing was, it can’t hurt you now.” Robin said, now next to her again.

Starfire frowned. “But… why did it wish to hurt me at all?”

.

You found yourself back in the tower after such an eventful night. Despite being attacked by some alien machine, Starfire seemed to be in a cheery mood.

“I shall thank you for my rescue by reciting the Poem of Gratitude, all six thousand verses.” She said, a giant smile on her face. You and the others stopped dead in your tracks, not excited for how the rest of the night will seem to go.

“I think ‘thank you’ cuts it,” You say.

Suddenly, you hear a voice. “I see you haven’t changed a bit.” The voice belonged to a girl who bore a striking resemblance to Starfire. She had long, black hair, and wore a black outfit similar to Starfire, except hers had more metal components. The mystery girl continued.

“When we were little, I was always rescuing Starfire.”

“Sister!” Starfire squealed, running to hug her. Starfire’s sister smiled, holding up a necklace with a large green gem as the pendant.

“A Centauri Moon Diamond?? Where did you get-”

“On the Centauri Moons of course.” the sister said, fastening the necklace around Starfire’s neck. “Oh look, it matches your eyes.” Starfire smiled brightly. You remember that you’ve been staring at the two of them interacting when she turns to the five of you.

“I wish to introduce my big sister,” Starfire said. Her sister stepped in front of her.

“Blackfire,” she said. “ And since Star told me all about the Titans in her transmissions, let me guess.” She walks over to Cyborg.

“Cyborg,” She guessed correctly.

“Pleased to meet you little lady,” Cyborg says, holding out his hand. She takes it and you hear the sound of metal bending. Cyborg holds up his hand, now bent out of shape.

“Little lady, big handshake. Well alright!” he says with a smile. Blackfire moves on.

“Raven. I like that gemstone on your Ajna chakra,” Blackfire says.

“You know about chakras?” Raven asked, mildly impressed.

“I got way into meditation on Altara Prime.” She says casually. She then turned to you.

“Aquagirl. Oh my god your outfit is soooo cute! And your hair, how do you get it so healthy?” She said, clasping your hands. Her voice was nothing like Starfire’s; it was much smoother, and more confident, not to mention she had the American accent down.

“Mix of coconut oil, avocado, and a cabinet full of hair ointments” you wink.

“You’ll have to give me tips.” she winked back.

She continued her introductions, finally getting to Robin. She was all over him, complimenting his outfit, calling his mask ‘mysterious’, etc. You saw Starfire steaming with anger, even if she didn’t show it. She intercepted them as Blackfire got close to his face.

“So beloved sister, what brings you to Earth?” Starfire asks, an annoyed grin spread across her face.

“I was in the quadrant. Thought I'd see if Earthlings like to party.” She said, hopping onto the couch. “Besides, I needed a rest. Nearly got sucked into a black hole on the way here.” Immediately, the three boys rushed over to her, the three of you girls still behind them. You rolled your eyes at the sight of the three teens crowding around Blackfire.

“Black hole?”

“No way!”

“Cool”

You could feel Blackfire’s smirk as she began her story.

“Okay. I’m cruising through Draconis Nebula and-”

Starfire interrupted. “Sister! That nebula is full of black holes! You know travel there is forbidden.” The four teens on the couch stared at her.

“Most fun things in life are. Now be a sweetie and bring me one of those sodas I've heard so much about.” Blackfire waved at her and turned back to the boys. You heard her continue the story, but all you could focus on was Starfire grumbling towards the fridge. You look at Raven; your way of saying Ill go after her.

You find Starfire taking a soda can out of the fridge, talking to herself.

“Starfire?” you ask. She flinches at your approach, almost dropping the soda in her hand.

“Oh! Aquagirl. You have caught me off guard, my apologies,” she rubs her neck, blushing.

“You alright? You seemed a little worked up back there,” you say as the teen straightened herself up.

“Oh it's nothing, it's just that…” she sighed, closing the refrigerator. “My sister has always acted in such a way that can cause me to feel… annoyed.”

“Oh well, if you ever want to talk about it, I’m always here.” She hugs you, still holding the can of soda.

“Thank you my friend”

.

The next day, You were sitting in your room. Starfire barged in while you were rubbing the water from your head with your towel.

“Oh hey Starfire! What's up?” you smile, putting the towel onto your bed.

“Aquagirl! Have you seen Blackfire?” she asked. You noticed that she seemed distressed, but decided to answer her question first.

“Oh! We just went surfing! She crushed those waves!” You say, reminiscing. She was surprisingly good at surfing, especially since she told you it was her first time. Starfire frowned.

“Oh. alright.” you frowned back at her answer.

“Well, I think she might be with Robin right now. Is everything alright?” you ask. Her face turns bright red at the mention of Robin’s name.

“N- I mean, yes! Everything is alright. I must go.” She slammed the door before you could say anything. You wanted to go after her, but you figured since she left so quickly, she's probably not in the mood to talk. You went about your day, still a little worried about her.

.

Nighttime fell, and you sat on the couch with the other Titans, relaxing after an uneventful day. Starfire skipped in holding popcorn, candy, and a bunch of CDs.

“Friends! I invite you to join me in the togetherness of a stay-home movie night. I bring you popcorn and non-cotton candies. Tell me, what sort of movie shall we view?”

“Action,” said Robin.

“Romance!” you cheered.

“Comedy.” spat Beast Boy.

“Sci-fi” Cyborg offered.

“Horror.” Raven said flatly. Starfire drops her goodies.

“Perhaps a double feature?” she asked.

“Forget the flicks, kids.” You looked up to see Blackfire, now dressed in Starfire’s clothes. “We’re going out!”

“We are? Where did you- How did you-” Starfire stuttered, obviously confused by her sister’s new look.

“Heard about a party downtown,” Blackfire continued, ignoring her sister. “Cool crowd, hot music”

“Sound’s nice!” you say.

“Yeah!” Beast Boy agrees.

“I’m in!” Cyborg says.

“Why not?” Robin smiles. Raven kept looking at her book.

“And it's in an abandoned warehouse,” Blackfire adds. Raven looked up from her book, her way of saying that she's in. You all began to leave. You noticed Starfire still standing where she was, looking a bit sadder.

“Starfire? you coming?” you asked, walking by her.

“Oh um, I guess I will go,” she said, hanging her head a bit. You looked at her but she didn’t meet your eyes. Maybe she’s tired, you thought, walking to catch up with the other titans.

.

You entered the party, taking in the colorful lights and dancing teens. You followed Blackfire onto the dance floor, who seemed to already be dancing.

“Step aside Earthlings, the queen of the galaxy has arrived!” she cheered, swaying her hips with the other teens. She looks at the rest of you, a smirk on her face.

“Now don't tell me you big tough superheroes are afraid of a little dancing.” she says, beckoning you to do so. The boys joined in, and you noticed that Raven left the dance floor with a boy. The only people who weren’t dancing were you and Starfire. Starfire looked scared, she was clutching her new necklace, and you swore that she said something about shovels. You came up to her and took her hand.

“Let’s go Starfire, I think you need some air.” you say, leading her to the stairwell.

You sat next to her on the roof, both awkwardly silent.

“So, what's wrong?” you finally say.

“It’s my sister again,” she sighs. “It feels as though she has stolen you all from me, and I don’t know how to keep that from happening.”

“Hey. we’ll always be your friends, just as you’ll be ours. And she didn’t steal us from you, we just thought she was cool and all-” you were cut off by a yell from the part below.

“YO A.G.!!! YOU GOTTA COME DOWN HERE!!!” Cyborg yelled. You looked at the direction of the sound and then back at Starfire, who was staring at the ground.

“Oh- uh they probably need me, I’ll be right back,” You say, rubbing her arm. “HANG ON I'LL BE THERE IN A SEC!”

You race down to the dance floor and see Cyborg dancing.

“YO THEY’RE TOTALLY PLAYING YOUR SONG!” he yelled. Ugh I should get back to Starfire but they are totally playing my song, you thought. You look at Cyborg again, who was waving at you to join him. You see Robin next to you and pull him aside.

“Hey Aquagirl! Where’s Starfire?” He asked. You cross your arms.

“She’s upstairs on the roof. Listen, she’s super down in the dumps right now, I think you should talk to her.” You say. He nods and leaves, heading towards the stairs. You sigh as you go back to join your other friends. You bump into Blackfire, who was now sporting a neon pink wig.

“Um, nice wig,” you say.

“Thanks hot stuff. Where’s Robin? I saw you with him earlier.” She asked, still dancing. You weren’t sure if it was the best idea to tell her.

“He’s uhhhhhhh….” you try to stall.

“... with Starfire.” she finishes. You turn to see her staring through the glass roof, where you could see Robin and Starfire sitting together. She turns to the rest of you.

“One sec guys!” She winks. Less than a minute goes by and she reappears with Robin. You make eye contact; he seemed annoyed by being back here.

“We HAVE to dance to this song!” she says, starting to dance again next to Robin. He steps away from her.

“Sorry, but I’m going to check on Starfire again.” Robin says, heading to the stairwell again. Blackfire follows him, trying to get him to return, leaving you with Cyborg and Beast Boy. They continue to dance and you roll your eyes.

Suddenly, you notice Starfire fighting something. You squint at her location, then realize that what she's attacking is one of the robots from yesterday. You look at the two boys who’ve quite literally been dancing the whole time.

“Cyborg! Beast Boy! Starfire’s in trouble!” You yell, already running towards the exit. Suddenly, another of those robots appears out of nowhere.

“What the- AHHHHH!!!!” you scream as the robot latches onto you and drags you away. The two boys try to follow you but a third robot attacks them, leaving you to still be stuck in the clutches of the space robot. You see Raven hanging out with the boy from earlier (they’d be a cute couple huh) and she spots you. She flies after you, flinging two robots towards the machine as you finally break free. Starfire crashes into the room through the ceiling and lands in the crates, Cyborg and Beast Boy still taking on the other robot.

All three of the robots start chasing Starfire, and she flies around the room trying to lose them. Cyborg knocks into them and lays some punches, you trying to short circuit them by spraying them with water. One of the robots hits Cyborg, sending him flying into a wall. Another one sends Starfire flying into a different wall, and she lands in a dumpster. You run to the hole in the wall to find the aliens trying to bring the whole dumpster into the air. You were about to try to strike them when you saw a flash- the flash of a birdarang. It cuts into the arms of the robot and drops the container. Robin joins the rest of you.

“Titans Go!” Robin yells, but Blackfire flies out in front of you. In a matter of seconds she demolished all three robots. You all surrounded her as she stood victoriously.

“Aw yeah! Good times!”

“Nice shot, Tex!”

“Very nice.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself!”

“How did you know where to hit them?” Robin asked.

“Lucky guess,” Blackfire shrugged. Cyborg stepped forward.

“We could use luck like that,” he said. “Maybe you oughta join the team.”

“Me? A teen titan?” Blackfire asked, obviously flattered. You couldn’t help but notice Starfire looking away, a defeated look on her face. I should talk to her again, you decided.

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You and Robin found Starfire standing on the roof of the Titans Tower. You found out that you both had the idea of finishing up your conversations, but it seemed that Starfire had different plans. You reach her as she floats into the air.

“Were you going to leave without saying goodbye?” Robin asked, causing her to whip around to face the two of you.

“A little rude if you ask me,” you tried to joke, but she didn’t laugh. Her head hanging, she slowly landed back on the roof, taking off the backpack she was wearing.

“Aquagirl, Robin, I- '' She began, but was cut off by the sound of a spaceship coming towards you. One of the aliens on board unleashes its arm, which is a tentacle much like one of the robot’s, and slashes you and Robin, sending you both to the ground. It then wraps around Starfire, pulling her into the ship.

Robin runs towards the screaming Starfire and jumps from the roof and towards the ship. You watch in horror as he misses, and begins the fall towards the ground. The ship continues its ascent into the air.

“ROBIN!” you scream, running towards the edge of the Tower’s roof. You can do this, you can do this, you can-

You focused hard, and raised your arms above you. A geyser of water shoots up from the shore and catches Robin. You raised the geyser up towards the hull of the spaceship, allowing the Boy Wonder to grab onto the bottom and make his way up. Seeing that he made it safely on board, you dropped the geyser of water.

You fell to your knees, breathing heavily. You haven’t made such a strong geyser in, well, never! Your vision was blurring as Beast Boy, Cyborg, and Raven all rushed onto the roof.

“Aquagirl! What happened?” Cyborg asked, helping you up.

“Starfire… Spaceship… Robin… I helped…” you huffed, pointing towards the spaceship, which was now far away from the tower.

“We gotta catch up to them. But how?” Beast Boy said, staring at the silhouette in the distance.

“Follow my lead.” Raven said, grabbing on to Beast Boy and Cyborg, who was holding into you. You watched as she made a dark portal in front of you. She pulled the three of you through it and you found yourself in the outskirts of the city, next to mountains and a river. You see Starfire and Robin up ahead, in front of a now toppled over spaceship.

“Starfire! Robin!” Beast Boy yelled as you caught up to them.

“Are you alright?” Cyborg asked. Suddenly, you see two aliens emerge from the shipwreck.

“Titans! Get ready!” he said, assuming a fighting stance, which you follow. You wait tensely as the aliens approach you.

“In the name of the Grand Centauri Empire, you are all under arrest.” one of the aliens says, showing off a professional looking police badge. You stare at it. If they're police, why are they arresting us? And why are we fighting them?

“Uh… you can’t be the good guys. We’re the good guys.” Beast Boy says, just as confused as you are.

“And we are the Centauri Police,” the second alien repeats.

“The Tamaranean girl is a liar and a thief.” the first police alien says, pointing at Starfire. “She's committed high crimes throughout the entire Centauri system.”

“I have never even been to the Centauri moons!” Starfire pleaded.

Suddenly everything clicked. The necklace, the events at the carnival, the events at the party. All evidence seemed to have pointed to Starfire, but they actually pointed at another person.

“But I know someone who has.” you and Robin say at the same time. You look at each other, obviously aware of who the other was thinking.

Blackfire.

.

Robin took off Starfire’s necklace for her and threw it aside. He faced the police aliens.

“You’ve been chasing the wrong girl. Where’s Blackfire?” Robin says. Before any of the other Titans could answer, you saw a figure flying through the sky.

“That Bitch!” you yelled, watching Blackfire make an escape.

“Don’t worry Star, she won't get away with this,” Robin says to Starfire, but her eyes are already glowing.

“No she will not!” she yells, and shoots off into the sky. You couldn’t see much, but there were flashes of bright green and purple in the sky. The Centauri police calmly rebalanced their ship and restarted it, its engine humming to life.

You then watched as they proceeded to fly up into the sky and capture Blackfire, similar to how they initially captured Starfire, and fly off into the night. You stared dumbfounded.

"What just happened?"

.

The next morning, you stood in front of the kitchen, making pancakes with Cyborg.

“Crazy what happened last night, huh?” you yawned, watching the pancakes sizzle on the stove.

“No kidding,” he said. “She would’ve made a great addition to the team, except for the intergalactic-criminal part.” You laughed, flipping the rest of the pancakes.

You climbed up to the roof, finding Robin and Starfire sitting together. God they’re probably being cheesy together you thought. You cleared your throat, the two of them jumping at your presence.

“Hey you two,” you winked. “Breakfast is ready!!!”

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Author's Notes ♡:Sooooo I wrote this once with no mythological background and it was so blank because one I half read and two it had no pizzazz. So here I am...enjoying this collab wholeheartedly. For some context the readers dad is Dionysus, yknow the festive, wine maker? So I tried to incorporate that with being a potions maker! Rappa is based on a mix between Behemoths and the Kusarikku, so i wanted him just a big and a bull man hybrid but not fully a Minotaur! I hope whoever reads this enjoy it as much as I did writing it! (Also I’m slowly realizing how much I hope this man)~ bunny ❥

Here’s the lovely masterlist of the others beautiful arts!

Warnings : NSFW again! (◎_◎;)

A use of pet names l, uh some heavy size kink (if you know who I based him on, also is one of my kinks showing yet) , Needy Rappa, breeding, Light cursing, a bit of a pussy job, female oral and a bit of overstimulation.

Word count : About 6.5k (ooof) !

Paring(s) : Bullman! Kendo Rappa x F!Reader

Summary : Being a demigod had perks, you could travel, you had god and goddesses as siblings and family members and of course the power! But what happens when you have to help a stubborn farm...pet?

Enjoy ♡

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Growing up as a demigods daughter who owned a garden on earth was one experience. All types of people, gods, goddesses and hybrids needed her experience with all sorts of plants and other things from nature ; rather it be for healing medicines , a bouquet for an upset lover or for help with livestock growth, [ ] and her parents helped with every little working class they could. As [ ] went from child to young adult she was used to her fair share of men from every place asking for her attention. A human asking for her hand and giving her the bare minimum, a god, wanting to make her a goddess, or just simply flirting to warrant her attention. But alas to them all she gave them no leadway, keeping her same polite smile and overall sweetness to each and every person she dealt with. On a warm day in the heavens as she walked the sky castles grounds she ran into a farmhand, one she remembered worked for Demeter approached her hesitantly, his eyes wandering to the young maidens “U-uh M-miss [ ] right?” The male asked her , her eyebrow raising as a silent answer “Lady Demeter would like to speak with you, she need some help but she did not tell me exactly what” he said with a bow and soon turned to leave. Wondering what the goddess could want she headed to her ranch, watching the cattle and other animals graze. Suddenly the door swung wide, revealing the deity to her “[ ] my favorite niece how are you love!” The tall woman sing songingly yelled, hugging the wide eyed girl “Hello Auntie Dem, im quite alright! Uhm, what seems to be the problem? One of your hands came to get me” [ ] said as she took in the ranch home her harvesting aunt had, all sorts of gains, wheats, fruits and more spewed about in her living room “Ah yes! Your father told me how great youve become with your potions and mixes of herbs, being the daughter of Dionysus im not surprised! I told him to let you grow and do more now look at you, serving us gods and mortals alike!” Demeter went on, handing her confused niece a large apple as she took one for herself. Becoming her to a table by the window they both sat, eating on their fruit as she explained her issue.

“You see, i have a lot of cattle, different kinds, different kins and legacies, but im a bit stuck. My favorite mare, had a child a little while ago and he seemed to just be your average bull at first….but..as time went on he out grew his father, my prized minotaur bull and even his normal cow and bull family.” Taking a glance to the field they watched as the minotaur children and some sheep danced and played, other average cow cults running to join. Sighing Demeter continued “Hes a hybrid, my prized minotaur as his father and well, my biggest and prized heifer as his mother. He wont come out of the shed, doesnt deal with his other kind, minotaur or not. Hes around your age now, getting to be his prime but..he wont converse in the fields. Both his father and mother voiced concerns to me about his health but when i checked on him, hes fine! Fields away under a sun and away from my younger and ready cows! I dont get it! Maybe because hes more human than he is bull, he does have a human face and even body, just taht everything below is...well bull. Tail, those wonderful breeding-” “Auntie!” Before she could finish [ ] was hushing the woman, waving her arms “I get it i get it Bull bottom human top i dont need to hear about his loins!” She pleaded.

Laughing, the goddess reached to a pile of hay, whistling to feed some of the nearby cows “Ah you silly girl, I was only gloating about my finest bull yet! I even tried bringing him mortals but...he crushed them, saying they were too small. Every single one! Younger older it didnt matter, he wanted nothing to do with them and just squashed them like a bug under his hoofs! I'm at my wits end, Im not sure what he needs, and hes so large i cant just let him walk around the palace place, he intimidates the clerks and huffs when talked to!” Dramatically laying against the table she looked to the thinking girl, her eyes shining with an idea “Hey auntie, how about you take me to him, i can see if hes loss any weight or seems sickly anywhere. Where do you think hed be at this time?” [ ] asked “Ah you brave girl, what time is it, almost high noon? He might be in the field but its the one with my giant tree that he likes” Demeter responded, pointing to a large tree up a few fields with nothing much around it but luhs grass. “Doesnt even matter if i put up a fence, he walks on two legs so he just hops over it” She sighed again as the duo headed outside.

Seeing a tall minotaur coming towards them [ ] stopped along Demeter, her goddess aunt speaking “Ah Milvor, how are you and Altine?” “Lady Demeter and I'm guessing this is [ ], we are fine. The misses is in the field now, seeing if she can see our boy” He said. Realizing that this was the after for her case [ ] spoke up “Uhm sir have you noticed anything amiss with er-” “Kendo, his name is Kendo” The Minatour said “Ah yes with Kendo, anything seem to be hurt or missing from his way of life” She asked. “Well..not particularly. Hes always fought some of the other males here so bruises and marks are a common thing we see from him. Besides a broken horn he doesn't have anything major going on. Just that he refuses to be around anyone here. Even us at times when were out with the others” He said solemnly , looking at the girl. Grabbing her hands he pleaded “Please, help our son? I know he can be rude and dismissive but down there our sweet boy is in there, were worried sick about him” Milvor said, a sad moo coming from his approaching wife “Miss i do appreciate you checking on him, I just hope he'd be home soon” A half cow women spoke , coming beside this Kendo’s father “Well i'll do my best, it doesnt sound like hes too hurt or anything serious so i'll make sure to try and get him to be with you both” Giving a reassuring smile [ ] started off, heading to the tree at the top of them hill. Just before she got far Demeter called to her, handing her sweet wheat “Heres some of his snack, he sometimes will come back if we offer him more” She said. Taking the wheat and putting it in the side of her flowing peplos. Soon with enough treading uphill , she got close to the tree , soon seeing a tail swish from in front of the tree. Hesitantly she walked forward before seeing hooved legs, also covered in black fur, pop out from the tree. Placing a hand at the side that had no person on it she peeked over to in fact , find a rather giant back in the sun, small flecks of freckles on the toned skin. Holding her gift closer she walked to the male before hearing a snort “ ‘M tellin’ ya Elinor I dont want nothin’ to do with ya, go on, go back to the heard” A rough and deep voice said, a larger hand coming up to wave off whoever was behind him. Feeling a bit bad for this mysterious Elinor and offended, she was brushed off [ ] walked closer , standing at the ends of his legs until the male growled. “I told ya to-'' Stopping himself from yelling once he turned around he was surprised to find not hybrid named Elinor but in fact the small [ ] her eyes widening as amber ones looked down “Yer not Elinor” He said as [ ] giggled “And im guessing youre Kendo” She said as the bull sat up, cruising his legs and the curious woman in front of her. “Whos askin?”

He huffed as [ ] looked at him as she did the same , sitting across from the hybrid “A…. doctor of sorts. Your parents, along with Goddess Demeter asked me to come check on you, see how youre doing” she said as he huffed again “ ‘M fine, now why did they send you” He said as he watched her pull things out, paper , a quill, ink and is that..? Pointing to the bustle of wheat he called out “Is that… for me?” Blinking [ ] looked at the almost childish Kendo, smiling as she untied the snack “It is for you, I heard you liked it. Brought it in the hopes youd talk to me?” She questioned, holding a piece out for him to take. Hesitantly he did, gnawing at it as he hummed in delight, his tail swishing. “ So uhm… Doc what do want to know” He asked, watching as the smaller girl touched his chest and arms, squeezing lightly as she wrote down different things “If ya wanted to touch me ya shouldve asked” He teased, taking his own hand to her face. Felling he face warm up she moved back, poking him with a finger “Now now be good im just seing if youre injured. Besides that horn, do you have anything broken or doenst feel well?” She asked as she waved a pisces of wheat, making him focus. “Nah, im as fit as a fiddle” Side eyeing his response she still gave him a piece , hearing him hum in delight as she wrote more notes.

“So no injuries, no pain , nothing?” shaking his head he continued to eat , taking some pieces from her bundle as she reached for the uneatten pieces “Hey! No you get these as a reward for answering me not to eat at your leisure!” She scolded. Reaching as far as she could she grabbed at his hand before he lifted them higher, smirking “Well miss doc i want what i want, and I want my snack” He said before she grabbed his arm, poking a manicured nail at it hand “Well Kendo ill let you have it if you tell me whats wrong, without covering it up deal?” Feeling him flinch at her poking she did it again until he moved away , glaring at her through his bangs that hung low “Fine! Stop poking me though, ya nails hurt! And theres nothing wrong, i just dont like ‘em cows! They stink!” He said as he knelt closer, moving her from his arm. “They stink? How old are you 5? Why do they stink!” [ ] huffed back as he chewed more of his treat, looking to the flustered girl “Im 22 in human years little girl , and like i said they stink! Reeks like open sores and meat” He said as he kept eating , laying in the sun. Thinking over his words it dawned in her what he could be talking about “And what do i smell like Kendo?” [ ] asked, catching the half bull off guard “I dunno, you dont stink, Neither does lady Dem” He said as he turned to her. Leaning over she gave him a piece of wheat again but this time, pushing herself a bit forward, watching as his body shook before he took the piece , eating it. “Well Kendo, my name is [ ] and ill be checking on you moreoften okay? I need to run down to the house but ill be back if that's okay with you?” Silently he shook his head, watching her run off as he opened his still crossed legs, feeling himself unsleeth as he groaned ‘Shit...now why am I gettin turned on’ he thought to himself, rubbing away what he could before the girl came back

As soon as she got to the farm she was met with the eyes of the worrying three, the first to speak being his mother Altine “Oh! [ ] youre back!” She said, the bell on her neck dangling as she ran to the fence “How is my boy? Kendo is he alright?” she asked as Demeter and Milvor came soon after for the report “Well maam i can confirm he is healthy, not is wrong with him the only thing is..” [ ] hesitated as she looked at them “He might have a heat approaching, is this his first one by any chance?” SHe asked as they all looked at eachother, Demeter speaking up “Well not exactly, this is why I kept bringing mortals up here, he wouldnt mate with the cows, and even other hybrids! Nothing! Hed turn his nose up at them all and go back to that field. He actually broke that horn of his fighting a bull from a neighboring farm who wanted to cow that was trying to get his attention” Demeter said, sigh as she saw her nieces blank face , afraid she overwhelmed her “Its alright if you dont think hes fixable [ ] i can-” “No hes fine. I can help him, and i think it wont be that hard either” [ ] said, giving the group a smile. “Watch him for a few days for me , im gonna go back up there with him, see how he is then come back in a few days with some of my things, ill stay here as long as need be to help your son” She said as she gave them all a smile, going inside to get her something to eat. Soon she hear her aunt appear, shuffling about to give her a basket to put her things in “Here, Im so gald helping him is a easy fix” She said sighing happily as she continued “I know he should mate on his own time, but im more concerned for his heath of it all, he doesnt even release into anyone or even by himself” Glancing towards her auntie she took in a breath before saying something “Well, i know it has to be bad now, he even said the er, cow women here stink, so their hormone have to be covered with other bulls or maybe he genuinely doesnt see appeal with them” [ ] said. Thinking it over Demeter gave her an almost alarming look “Well if thats the case just as you arrived he asked me what i was cooking, that something smelt good. I told him I didnt have anything and he just retreated back to his part of the barn before leaving for the field again.” Slowly [ ] realized she might be in for more than she imagines but brushed it off. “Interesting..” She said as she took her full basket “I have an idea, im gonna see if his heat hits its peaking times in a few days, I do plan on staying here if youd have me here?” She asked as a delighted look spread across Demeter’s face “Of course dear child! I missed having you around! Your Father was bad at bringing you over, him and his festivals” Demeter huffed before she poked her nieces cheek “Besides! We can have a girls night, or well er, weeks depending!” She said as the laughed together “Well it's a deal!”

Heading back up the hill she saw that Kendo had moved, facing a running river as he sast in the sun once more, looking content. [ ] smirked to herself before grabbing some of the things she had ; a brush, a lavish soap and a towel. Heading to where the behemoth of a hybrid laid she noticed his ear twitched, before he opened an eye to look back at her. “Hey Doc, ya back.” He said as she gave him a smile, sitting beside his head “Why yes I am. You seem to be enjoying yourself” She teased as he smirked, turning to face her. “Well i do enjoy the sun, keeps me warm nd my hair soft.” Looking him over again she noticed that his hair was always up in a bun but his bangs covering his eyes, a different hue of color, more of a rustic red than his black furred legs. “Well about that...Im gonna give you a bath!” the giant bull flinched at her words, seeing the happy look gracing her face “Oi now look, ‘m fine i dont need no bath” He argued as she pouted “Why sure you do! I know you dont go when the others get theirs, and if that bun of yours is any indication, you need to wash all of that dirt and grime off. Now let me help you” She barked back, pointing the soft looking brush towards his face. He stood up, now overthrowing the girls height as he pointed a finger at her “Now look, I like being this way, it keeps those girls offa me if you clean me now they wont leave me alone!” [ ] sighe before stepping closer, pointing her own small hand at his face, moving closer “Now you listen to me Kendo, I have things to help keep them off of you, this is for your own health! I can leave you here, dirty but your hair and fur is gonna get so matted theyll have to shave you!”

At hearing a potential that hed be shave Kendo flinched, moving his bangs so his soft eyes could meet her determined ones “Theyll shave me? Ion wanna be like the sheep” he said she she gave him a satisfied look. “Well go into the water then and ill make sure you wont!” Reluctantly he sighed, walking into the river as she followed behind, pinning her longer robe so it wouldnt get too wet as she sat at the side of the river. Holding a hand out she waved him closer, the male coming to her as she undid his hair. To her utter surprise it fell down his shoulders, stopping just short of his waist. Gently she pushed his bangs back to see his pretty amberish eyes looking up to her [ ]’ed ones. He had a typical Bull hook through his nose , the gold shining in the warm sun. He was quite handsome, sun kissed skin and a clear face, broad shoulders and a nice body. Even with his mostly human body his horns, tail and ears were bull, on top of his legs and...neithers , that were covered in fur. Softly she traced a scar under his eye, the wound slightly tender as he jumped from the touch. Going to her wrist she tied a string to hold his long bangs up, a giggle falling from her lips as he almost looked like a younger child getting a bath “What're you lookin at me like that for” He huffed as she laughed more, pushing his face together “You look like an upset child is all. Now go ahead and dip in the water for me , ill scrub you after.” Listening to her, Kendo dropped watching as some of the debris and dirt washed off around him as he stood up, shaking his hair “Good enough?” He asked as she shook her head, pouring some of the sopa on the brush as she started to was his chest,making sure to scrub him as clean as she could from land. Sensing her struggle he reached to her, lifting her over his body as she squealed “Sorry, you were just strugglin so i thought i'd help you” Kendo said as [ ] hesitantly started to wash as much as she could, tapping his arm anytime she needed to move. Being up there did help, she was able to was his horns and his hair, revealing the rust orange and copper hair underneath. Surprised she ran her finger though it, giving him a shy smile. “See dont you feel a bit better?” She asked as he shyly nodded, noticing how her clothes clinged to her chest. He reached to put her back on land, coming out of the water himself as he allowed her to scrb his legs and hoofs, the dull black fur coming to life as he watched in awe. She didnt mind helping him, still came to bother him when he said he didnt want help and now she was bathing him. Kendo mulled over how helpful she was, and realized she was more comforting than most. After scrubbing his hoofs shiny she tapped his legs, signaling she was done.

“All right! Now that youre all clean and such Ill make sure you stay this way okay Kendo?” [ ] said as she went back to the basket, pulling out two apples. The bull in question watched as she came back to him, handing him the other one “Here ya go! Thought you could use something sweet” kendo took the apple from the girl, before biting into it, thanking hier softly as they sat in silence. Soon [ ] spoke up, breaking their silet aurora “So...ill be around here the next few days or so, ill probably stay longer, giving how nice it is” She laughed, looking at the curious male beside her “Dont be afraid to ask me for anything okay? Im here to help you” With that Kendo nodded, going back to the apple. Quietly Kendo touched her arm, making [ ] look to him as an unfamiliar look went over his face. Gently herself, [ ] put her hand on his, shaking her head as a signal for him to talk. “Would you mind...pettin me?” he asked before [ ]’s eyes went wide. Now feeling a bit more embarrassed he spoke up again “I have problems going to sleep, ‘ts why i like it out here in the sun, its warm , nd comforting…” Pausing he continued after he got his words together. “You do the same thing like the sun. Youre warm...comforting.. And make me feel sleepy...so if you pet me...ill be comforted to sleep..its what my mama did, but im too big to be in her lap” With that kendo finished, glancing to the girl who gave him a soft look “Of course i can! I have to get pick some more clothes up but once i get back, I can stay with you out here.” Shaking his head Kendo looked back to the river “Ya dont have to sleep outside with me just...put me to sleep” Unable to stop herself [ ] hugged his arm, looking at him through her lashes “Oh cmon you big baby, I dont mind it! Havent slept under the stars since i was a kid!” Brushing off her dress she ran a hand though his thick locs of hair, giving him another warm hug “Ill be back before sundown, now you be good” And with that he watched as his new found friend walked down the hill.

As promised she brought a blanket and joined him, laying under the tree as the large male went to sleep on her lap, contently humming as [ ] ran her fingers through his hair, making Kendo groan as he fell asleep like mentioned, hugging her thighs as he slept the most comfortable he had in weeks. Watching the hybrid sleep she saw all types of scars, some down his back , others on his chest. A few on his arms and only one on his face, plus the broken horn. He obviously got himself into different groups of problems, but he was sweet, not as curt as he expected. Running her fingers down his back she watched him shiver, going to wrap his arms higher around her torso. Giggling as softly as she could [ ] started to braid his hair back in his sleep, the moving under her ceasing as he was well resting once more. Thinking to herself ‘ If he’ll be like this it should be a breeze to help him.’ Oh how wrong she was.

A few days passed with little to no incident , [ ] going around helping with the daily chore and hanging out with her deity auntie. As the two of them sat in the living quarters, drinking a mixed juice that her father set them they heard a bell appear towards the window, it being Kendo’s mother “I'm so sorry to bother you , but i think something is gravely wrong. Kendo is whining in the shed, earlier he even started to-” Before she could finish a thumb came from his shed, followed by a groan “and that, he's been head butting his room” sitting up [ ] looked to his shed, seeing the door shut but large banging still coming from inside “Hey Auntie, is it alright if we could move him to the other field? I dont want his lashing to accidentally hurt anyone here” Coming besides [ ] Demeter chewed at her lip, thinking “Well, if we can stop him then yes, I'd get the boys to move it quickly”. With that answer [ ] got up, heading to the rocking shed. Taking in a breath she knocked, hearing that the groans subsided. The door slowly creaked open, showing a heaving Kendo “[ ].....?” He whispered, looking over her body as she reached to his forehead, pressing her hand against it. Hot, way too hot. “Kendo, sweetie come with me okay? We’re gonna go to the fields and we're gonna move your shed there okay?” Silently he nodded, coming out of his place. He was gasping, chest heaving as his eyes swirled a darker color than normal. Taking the outstretched hand of [ ] his larger fingers curled against it, following the light pull of the girl. Softly, He nudged her back “ ‘M hot..” he said as she looked back at him, making sure the fever wasn't wearing him down. He gave her a weak smile, rubbing the back of her hand “ ‘M alright princess, just hot” Kendo said as she noted how his voice dropped octaves. “Well theyre gonna bring a bigger shed for you out here and ill check on you every hour. Does anything hurt?” [ ] asked as they walked up the hill “Nah, but my horns are ackey.” “Is that why you were bashing them on the shed?” “Yeah...its like trying to scratch an itch you can reach” Kendo sighed, seeing his usual tree coming into view. As the duo got there he dramatically fell under it, pulling [ ] with him. “K-kendo! Careful!” she fussed as he let go of her apologizing as he drifted to sleep. Soon some of the workers had started working on the new roomed shed for him , finishing just before sundown as they would inform Demeter of where she was.

Gently pushing the deep sleeping boy from her lap she went to his new place, checking everything out. It was more of a small home than a shed, filled with a huge bed and a nice aesthetic to them, the touch of the goddess laced through the look of the place. Going around to sort some of the things they brought for Kendo, [ ] felt a presence behind her “whats all this..” the groggy bull said, ducking down to walk into his lavish bedroom “Your new home! I had them build something spacious but also not overwhelming, and these white are just so lovely.” [ ] kept talking as she soon felt two large arms wrap around her torso “ Ya did this for little ol me..?” He whispered as she ran a hand over his forearm. “I did...you need somewhere to relax in this state” She responded, trying to get from his grasp as he tighten it “Uh uh dont leave...tell me whats wrong with me doc..why cant I stop feeling hot...and anytime you come around I...cant help myself” He ended with a groan , burying his face in the shorter girls neck “Well once im sure of you being in a state of need ill be back okay? Just...relax for me and i promise ill be back.” finally convincing him to let go of her waist, not without a pained groan as he went to the bed, hazy eyes glancing over the short dress wearing girl “Get some more rest okay? Im gonna get something to eat and ill be back in the morning. Call me if you need me okay?” [ ] said as he just groaned a meek response, turning to his side.

Earlier the next morning [ ] woke up to an empty house. Stretching she found a neatly written note with some food on the table

Dearest Niece, Im currently headed to your Uncle Poseidon's place, I should be back some time later ; an update on Kendo, hes been begging for you all day, wont let anyone touch him or check on him. He should be awake now but do be warned ; He’s a lot more scatterbrained than usual

Auntie Demeter

Reading over the note again [ ] sighed, putting on her more comfortable and workable dress as she headed up to his new little house on his hill, the sound of groaning and whines coming to her ears as she got to his door. Seeing it ajar she pushed it open slightly, the place dark except from a crack of light coming from the window. Going to the shades she opened them, hearing a hiss from the bed. “Kendo its me..[ ]?” She called out as the wild set of hair came into view. He was even more disheveled, eyes filled over as he looke to the girl before growling, crawling out of the bed to her. With a gasp she was in his arms, body shaking as she was met with unnaturally feral eyes from the boy. “You left me yesterday..” he rapeseed out, burying his face in her neck again as she grabbed at his thick neck “Kendo honey, i told you id be back this morning didnt i?” She calmly said as he held her tighter, pushing her chest to his “Dont care, ‘ts too long” Realizing why he was so needy [ ] tried to reason with him “Well im sorry love, here lets sit down on the bed” Trying to get him to move she walked forward only to feel something large and hot push into her bare thigh. Nervously she looked down only to be faced to what she feared it was ; His hanging member. A wicked laugh came from above her as she was met with his ever lust driven eyes, a hand of his going to cup her ass and pull her closer “See what you left me with? No matter how hard i fuck my fist i cant cum, it wont come out” He whined and burried his face again, rocking himself on her thigh “Please ill do anythin..youre the only one who sgotten me like this...the only one i want..[ ] please princess help me” Overwhelmed but the situation she tried to pull back, eyes searching his “K-kendo youre getting yourself worked up relax-” Without warning he picked her up, making her screech as he brought her crouch to his face, inhaling as he whimpered, reaching down to his growing dick “Fuck you smell good, like flowers...and sweets..” Letting his tongue roll out he sucked over her panties, making her squeal as she gripped his messy hair “N-no kendo put me down i need to help y-you!” She moaned as his tongue flicked over her clit, a mutual groan coming from both of them. Soon a hard tug to his hair resonated, cause him to put her down as she barely touched the floor, hand grabbing his biceps “Kendo please, please sit down youre overworking yourself.” Trying to calm her racing heart she saw how hazed he was, his hand coming to wrap around his visually throbbing head, stroking himself as tight and fast as he could, looking at the awe struck girl infront of him. His hips lifted up as he was chasing a high but he soon groaned, thrusting meekly in his fist “I-I cant, fuck I cant do it doll, ‘t hurts...p-please” Finally snapping from her haze she got closer to Kendo, hand still trying to milk himself as she put her hand over his, stoping the motion.

“K-ken..ill help you okay? Youre gonna rub yourself raw at this pace..” nervously [ ] pulled his hand away, precum coating it as she gulped. He was huge, red and swollen tip curved in the right places. Even with his bull heritage he was still humanly manageable, but with a lot of work to try and get it to fit. With her staring at the intimidating size it twitched , curving up to his belly button as he gave her a lop sided snarl “ Cmon darlin, he... er, we need you . ya keep staring make me feel a bit exposed” He laughed as [ ] gave her own light chuckle. Facing her fears she wrapped a hand around his tip, a hurting yelp falling from Kendo at the touch made her eyes flicker to him but what she saw was pure lust, eyes blown with his tongue licking over his lips “Y-yes finally...shit I-i can feel somethin” Kendo couldnt help himself. Reaching down he grabbed her other hand , wrapping them tightly around his tip as he thrusted between them. “Mhmm im cumin, im gonna cum o-oh shit” As soon as she twisted her wrist to help him he felt himself twitch , spurts of warm cum splattering on [ ]’s face and the floor a he gave her a nervous laugh “S-shit doll face yer good...im sorry i couldnt hold it in..” he said shyly as [ ] gave him a sympathetic look, stroking over his still throbbing head. “[ ] please...can I fuck you? I-I promise ill go slow its juts the smell of you is..mhmm intoxicating” Kendo pulled her up from her knees, pressing his mouth against her clinging panties ,pulling them with his teeth. [ ] squeaked, grabbing his hair as he pushed her hips closer, trying to lick her. “W-wait ill take em off” Pushing at his shoulders she pulled the piece he had in his mouth out, sliding the flimsy lace as she came a bit closer, a growl coming from his lips as he pushed her dress higher, finally able to taste her. Throwing one leg then the next on his shoulder kendo fell back, making her fall onto his lips.

[ ] let a pitched moan come out, startled by his rummaging in between her thighs , his diligent uskcing on her clit taking a toll as she came, bucking her hips onto his mouth. Swallowing her juices Kendo flipped her on her stomach, pushing the fabric of her dress up and over her shoulder to release her covered chest, now exposed “mhmm i want more of that sweet nectar baby why dont you give it to me?” whispering in her ear and now bucking his even harder dikc between her small lips [ ] started to panic “K-Ken wait I dont think youll fit!” ignoring her thrashing Kendo looked over her body, seeing how she shook at every stroke of his tip against her sopping core “I told ya ill be gentle, hold still [ ]...i wouldnt hurt my mate” The heaviness of those word took over [ ]’s body as she looked back to him, only to see the save behemoth size push against her ring of muscles. Agonizingly slow he pushed, letting his tip slide in as he pushed each small inch he could in, a whine falling from them both. Once he was halfway in he slowly thrust his hips, causing the girl to yelp “I-its alright i got ya okay? Youre fine...its okay im here” Constantly praising her , Kendo was able to slip more into her, each mini thrust pushing him a bit closer to her, the sounds of squishing and pleasure filled moans filling the room. Becoming overwhelmed at almost being full [ ] pushed her hips back to take the rest, making Kendo yelped and [ ] moaned, the sudden feeling of him bottoming out almost too much as he placed his hand on her stomach, feeling him brush her cervix. Swinging his hips more fluidly he started to pounder her even more, gripping her neck as he pushed her deeper in the bed “Fuck yeah i knew youd be my perfect little minx, taking me so well i cant wait to see you swollen with my babies” He huskily whispered , the stretched out girl too blissed at taking him whole to care about his words.

“I bet youd love being my mate, wouldnt have to lift a finger for anything , id take good care of ya..” Continuing his beating against her cervix he felt something strong hed never felt before, a blind need to cum hitting him like a train “mhm..please let me breed you, this pussys’ mine, all i ever wanted...ill make you a cute little house wife hm? Make you swell with cute little us running about.” Feeling her weakening clench over him he reached for that bundle of nerves, switching his hips to hit even deeper, his throbbing dick pushing against that sponge in her walls. Crying out [ ] fell lower, feeling him slip impossibly deeper as he sped up.” Cmon [ ] , babygirl cum for me..give me it..t-then i can give you what you want yeah? Fill ya to the brim so you can bear me a strong child….”Finally at that the little sense of control snapped coming from a particularly hard push and roll of her clit she was whining , grabbing the arm beside her head as angry red lines welted up. Feeling her hit her peak Kendo got to his knees , nursing her bud as she tried to tug him away, thighs shaking as teary eyes looked down to his fierce lust filled one. As soon as she started whimpering and pulling her hips away he stopped, scrubbing his tip along her folds as he entered without too much pull, [ ]’s mouth falling open “Mh..i'm so close baby...just wanted to look at you when I fill you full..” Kendo felt his tip twitch, making his hips stutter as he picked his pace up again, watching as her arms went are far as they could to his back, stretching his shoulders as he came with a growl, and almost audible sound of him pumping in her heard as she weakly pulled him closer, their lips meeting in a intimate kiss.

With care he pulled from her lips, seeing her eyes fill up again as he kissed tears away “Its alright...its okay ‘m here princess...its alright..I didnt hurt you did I?” Kendo asked as he looke at her slightly bulged stomach, a satisfied smirk on his lips “ Hey [ ]...” He started as she gave a weak hum he continued “Be my mate..I know i didnt ask before filling you bu...id be honored to make such a caring woman my mate and wife...treat you just like my father does my mom..…” He said, nuzzling her cheek before [ ] pulled his face up, kissing him lightly as she gave him a tired smile, rubbing his cheeks “I-id be honored to be your mate..take good care of me okay? Or Auntie Demeter has your head..” Laughing he kissed her lips again, sealing their new deal

[fleckcmscott]

Coffee & Donuts

Summary: Arthur’s thrilled to be part of a crowd. Though the evening doesn’t go perfectly, Y/N’s flirtations make it sweet.

Warnings: Smut

Words: 4,602

A/N: Alright. After the heart wrenching angst of my last piece (which I love, by the way; don't get me wrong! 😂), I had to write another story in which Arthur and Y/N are happy and together. It's inspired by one of Arthur's visions during their kiss. I hope you all like it! Special thanks to @jokerownsmysoul for beta-ing!

If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open!

Parties and celebrations weren't foreign to Arthur. He'd worked plenty, enough to make him realize what he'd been missing out on. He was well-versed in pin the tail on the donkey, musical chairs, and balloon animals. But as an adult, those activities didn't satisfy. He wanted to be included rather than paid. Connect with people, introduce himself. Discuss his experiences and pursuits. Feel sufficiently at ease to loosen up a little and have a good time.

Now he was a guest - a certified guest - at Patricia Gorman's fifty-sixth birthday party. The first party he'd been invited to since being the weird kid in class who'd rotated between three worn out sweaters and could never afford a gift.

He'd been a tad apprehensive about going to Burnside. Gotham's nicest borough had a reputation for high rents and low tolerance. When Y/N and he had entered 2E, however, Patricia's greeting ("You made it!") and the apartment were thoroughly welcoming. Crocodile brown walls and forest green shag carpet made the spacious living room a cozy hideaway. Marigolds leapt across the polyester of the T-cushion sofa and its easy-chair companion. The floor lamp's amber, crimped glass shades cast the spacious living room in a glow borrowed from warm autumn days.

Patricia's husband, Robert, was out on an emergency call. An HVAC had gone haywire in a residential building in Hinckley. Her daughter, son-in-law, and grandson had been by for lunch. That meant the only other guests were Matt - Y/N's old boss - and a bottle-blonde in a black halter dress and spike heels, who Y/N introduced as Laura. ("She's Matt's ex-wife," Y/N later disclosed. "He's been trying to win her back since I moved to Gotham.") Both shook Arthur's hand when he offered it, and he felt a little thrill whirl his stomach when Y/N laid claim to him by telling the woman, "This is my husband."

A collection of appetizers served as dinner, a fun and novel menu. The slow cooker meatballs Y/N and he had lugged over on the subway were a bit tangy; he still couldn't believe the recipe called for grape jelly. The deviled eggs with paprika, a pleasant mix of savory and sweet, was a dish he'd heard about on television. Cream cheese and cucumber sandwiches were light and airy, a good match for his iced tea. Only the artichoke and spinach dip gave him pause. Its beans and hot sauce made his taste buds wince.

That unpleasant flavor was quickly forgotten when Y/N pulled him to sit next to her on the sofa, so Patricia could open her presents. She proudly showed off the orange, clay ashtray her grandson had made for her. Arthur, having successfully kept the secret of her light smoking from Y/N, chuckled at Patricia fibbing she'd put candy in it. She thanked Matt and Laura for the champagne, wrapped in a silver bow with a simple "Happy Birthday" tag. The bottle wasn't popped. Upon peeking into the large giftbag Y/N placed on her lap, she made a soft sound. The Dazey whirlpool bath, which attached to the side of the tub and had three strength settings, was a hit. She announced her plans to try it in the morning. The dark blue Rexbuilt briefbag was intended to replace her cracked, leather briefcase, Y/N explained. Patricia ran her fingertips along the expanding inner compartments, the personalized planner that included the credential "CLA" after her name, and flipped through the included steno pads, eyes brimming.

She sipped at her cocktail and put an arm around Y/N. Melancholy tinged Patricia's voice. "At my age, the people in your life tend to stay the people in your life. Whether you like them or not." She reached further and patted Arthur's knee. "I'm glad an old dame like me gets to call you all friends." His throat clenched in gratification, though he wasn't daring enough to squeeze her hand and thank her for deciding he was a friend.

Still on top of the world an hour later, Arthur sauntered to the red and white enamel dining table to serve himself a second slice of upside-down pineapple cake. The evening had gone well, better than a guy with a natural inability to mingle could've expected. He bobbed his head to the beat of "Come Fly with Me." It was a happy coincidence that Patricia's taste in music aligned with his. She'd regaled him with tales of seeing Sinatra and Count Basie on her and Robert's honeymoon in Vegas. Arthur took a bite absentmindedly, wondering how long it would take for him to save the money to surprise Y/N with plane and concert tickets.

The daydreaming didn't last long. Matt's plodding footsteps preceded him, followed by a long sigh as he propped himself on the beige stone of the dining area's accent wall, across from the u-shaped kitchen. He held out a Budweiser and smirked. "Marriage is a hell of a lot of work."

Pleased that he was being treated like one of the guys, like a regular husband with a regular relationship who got to speak about his regular wife, Arthur accepted the beer and considered the comment. Matt's sentiment was hard to grasp. Dr. Sally had said marriage could be difficult, and Y/N's first hadn't survived the ripples of her life. But it didn't feel like work with her. Their arguments were minor. Her nagging him to find a primary doctor for annual check-ups, even though he'd survived this long without one. Or back in Missouri, when he'd told her to stop shielding him and trust he could take anything she had to give.

Arthur adopted a similar nonchalant posture and jutted his hip against the table's edge. "I like it. It's easy to take good care of her." He wasn't able to completely erase the smugness of success from his tone.

"You're what? Two years in with the most headstrong woman in Gotham? She's great and all, but she spikes my blood pressure." Matt slapped Arthur's back and let out a hearty guffaw. "Give it five more and you'll be in my office trying to avoid alimony."

"Don't. Say that." Arthur crinkled the can in his grip and glared up at him.

"Hey," Matt started, withdrawing even as he tried diplomacy. "It was just a joke. I didn't mean anything by it."

Flinching, pulling at the cuffs of his red sweater, Arthur fought the surge of anger in his veins. It wouldn't do to lose control and cause a scene. Of course Matt's comment about them splitting up was supposed to be a joke. But Arthur didn't find it one bit funny. Even with his complete faith in her and his firm belief that they were meant to be together, the possibility that she'd stop wanting him hurt. It didn't occur to him that the implication of the punchline could be that he'd get sick of Y/N.

With a muttered apology, Matt walked to the others in the kitchen. Arthur glanced over to see her laugh tipsily, until she grabbed her stomach and swatted Patricia's shoulder, a stark demonstration of how much he and Y/N differed. She always knew how to respond to people, the right comebacks. Appropriate timing and levels of interaction. It seemed she was in her natural element, the loveliest swan on a lake. Whereas after years of therapy and practice with her, he was still a fish out of water, flopping around on the shoreline in hopes some stranger would take pity on him and throw him back into the sea.

Maybe that was the real punchline. Eventually their contrasts would no longer complement each other and instead become a chore.

Scowling, he ambled towards the record player stationed before two double-hung windows. Increased the volume to drown out the intrusive notions. It didn't really work. He settled on a grounding technique he'd practiced, all the while lamenting that he couldn't handle a party without needing it. His attention went to the spinning LP, the needle following its grooves. The bright blue album cover, where Ol' Blue Eyes beckoned him, the scuff marks on the cardboard's corner edges. He acknowledged the spider plants sat on the windowsill, worried a papery leaf until it broke off. He stared out the window, taking in the whole of the city. Pinpricks of light dazzling in the darkness.

"Gotham's beautiful at night," Y/N said from behind him. He glanced over his shoulder to watch her approach. Her cheeks glowed with alcohol and good cheer, the collar of her ivory blouse unbuttoned. "There's a life behind every light out there. Ten million of them. Here. Try this." She offered her hurricane glass, filled with an off-white slush.

He sipped the pina colada with cautious skepticism and grimaced as soon as it hit his tongue. The blend of pineapple and coconut tasted of cheap sunscreen and tropical imitations, the kind advertised in smudged brochures for bad cruises to islands with made up sounding names. "No, thanks."

Snorting, she shrugged and embraced his back at the waist. "How are we doing?" she asked, curling into his side. After a few seconds, she prodded him. "Had your fill of Matt?"

"He was just joking." Arthur rubbed the back of his neck and sighed.  She set the drink next to the record player and brought her hand to his, trailed it over the inside of his wrist, up his forearm. She pecked his chin and nudged him until he turned to her. As soon as their gazes met, the concern in hers told him she'd continue to pepper him with questions. But he wasn't about to let his misplaced doubts spoil her evening. And he knew the perfect way to distract them both.

A new song started. An oldie that sang of Jupiter and Mars, playfulness among the stars. He cupped her cheek, thumb sweeping the corner of her mouth. "Dance with me," he said. Before accepting his proffered palm, she laid a sloppy kiss on him. With a flutter of her eyelashes, she grinned, and his smile grew to match her own. As he held her side, led her in a slow, swaying circle, he marveled at her. At her ability to soothe every molecule, every lingering ache. Self-assurance welled in him, chased away his earlier dejection. He cradled her to his lanky frame, trembled and felt himself blush. She was the only woman for him. That was as certain as his cigarette habit.

Despite Patricia's reassurances she was fine, that Robert working late wasn't unusual, Y/N insisted on staying until he got home. Though Arthur would have preferred they take their leave an hour earlier, being allowed to smoke inside blunted his grumbling. The disarming flirtations she bestowed on him also didn't hurt. She'd pour herself a drink (four in total, if he counted correctly), help Patricia make a plate of leftovers for her husband, then throw him a wink. Whisper and cackle while cleaning, then kiss his temple.

Around midnight, Patricia put her foot down. Ushered them out with a promise to call and a hug fierce enough to crush his ribs. She raised a brow at Y/N's unsteady gait, grasped Arthur's arm, and said with a wry, tired smile, "Make sure you put that woman straight to bed." His dark brows shot up and held. Had she intended a pun? Or had Y/N's spare caresses caused the interpretation? Either way, he liked being trusted to take care of her. And the hint of arousal that flared in his belly.

By the time they stumbled into their apartment, that arousal had reduced to a dull exhaustion. She kicked off her heels on the way to the bathroom, calling a slurred "night!" as she closed the door. Yawning, he put dish soap and hot water in the crockpot, scrubbed burned bits of sauce from its rim, turned it upside down on a towel to dry. Once he'd brushed his teeth for one minute rather than the recommended two, he tossed his sweater, trousers, briefs, and socks in the hamper, and went to the bedroom. He found his blue pajamas in their usual spot, the chair in the corner, and slid them up his skinny but toned legs. Tucked in next to her, he was carried to sleep on waves of fatigue and her quiet, wet snoring.

~~~~~

A tickle threatened to rouse him. Whispers along the waistband of his bottoms. Heat snuggled his back. Delightfully drowsy, he cuddled deeper into cozy, cream-color sheets, already returning to a pleasant, dreamless slumber. But a rumble of exhaust, likely from a bus that needed a new muffler, dragged him to consciousness. Arthur grumbled and tucked his arm under his pillow, not ready to transition to a world of overcrowding and concrete, commotion and bad jokes.

Yet, Y/N's insistent grazes continued, luring him with promises of placid pleasure. Her toes wiggled at his heel until he made space for her to slip her foot between his ankles. The corner of his mouth quirked. He was reminded of last night's playfulness, her endless teasing. The way he'd held the crockpot as a shield to fend off her advances on the train home, her forwardness to the point that he would've preferred having a laminated card to present on her behalf. Forgive my wife: she has a condition. It causes frequent and uncontrollable displays of affection.

Nimble fingers edged lower, loosened the tie of his pajamas before dipping beneath the loose elastic to lace through his dark brown curls, darker than the chestnut hair on his head. Her knuckles ran over him, lazy caresses full of intent. Up and down, up and down. Delicate. Deliberate. The blood racing to his groin, the pleasant swelling, made his abdomen twitch. Soon full and heavy, the sensitive tip straining the cotton seams, he pressed his lips together. When she skimmed the tender skin resting on his inner thigh, he flexed the muscle at the base of his erection. It bobbed and hit her wrist and she let loose a girlish giggle, more intoxicating than wine.

With her left leg draped over him at the knee, she undulated against his rear. Plush lips brushed the boney knobs of his spine, damp breath fanned the nape of his neck, labored, needy. Pebbled nipples grazed his back through the thin nylon of her nightgown, taunting and compelling. He made up his mind to throw an arm around her, to yank her on top of him. To eagerly take part in her seduction.

But she withdrew from his bottoms to palm his stomach and plant a gentle kiss to the shell of his ear, whispering, "Sleep tight." The mattress shifted and she rolled away from him. He furrowed his brows. She rarely relented this easily - other times he'd awakened, hard and aching, enveloped by the captivating wetness of her mouth. What was she up to?

Covers rustled. Her calf bumped his. And the opposite of what he'd assumed occurred. Instead of light footfalls leading out of the room, there was silence, silence that seemed to stretch on and on...

Until a hitched gasp gave her away.

Touching herself. She was touching herself. She'd just been all over him, acted like he was some sort of model on the cover of Vue magazine, and now she was touching herself. Right beside him! Ecstatic to have inspired such brazenness, he grinned and fisted the pillow. Her fleeting, stifled moans tangled him in knots, implored him to give her what they both burned for.

He flipped in her direction, his hand shooting under the sheet to grab hers. "Gotcha."

Eyes wide, she gaped at him in surprise. But adoration softened her expression as she entwined their fingers. "How long have you been awake?" she asked.

"Long enough."

He stretched to rewind the shades, the diaphanous curtains staying in place. Sunlight diffused over them, wrapped around her face, lent her disheveled hair a warm luster. He twirled a feathered lock and pecked her eyelids. "Finishing what you started on the subway, hm?"

"Me?" Y/N brought his knuckles to her mouth.  "You're the one who came to bed without any underwear."

"Well, it was a late night." The pad of his thumb tugged at her bottom lip to reveal the pink tip of her tongue. He bent to claim it. "I was lucky to find my pajamas."

Chuckling, she broke their connection. "Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah. The cake was good. And the music. Everyone was nice."

"Patricia loved having you there. She thought you were very sweet." A pause as she mapped a dimple. "Matt said he'd upset you. Something stupid about breaking up?"

Vague shadows of discomfort flashed through Arthur, a frustration he'd mostly moved on from. He did his best to ignore it, waving her concern away. "Don't worry about it."

"He was just jealous, you know." Her nails ran along the small of his back. "He wants Laura to look at him the way I look at you."

Arthur had spent so much of his life yearning for change, to understand his purpose in the world and improve himself. The idea that a man with a good education, a successful career, and no disabilities could ever be jealous of him was, frankly, bizarre. But he didn't correct Y/N, instead locking her praise within his heart, preserving it for when he needed it most. He boosted himself on his forearm and fiddled with her V-neck, traced its button loops as he slipped the plastic knobs through them. "And how's that?'

A hint of scandal glimmered in her irises. She arched into him as he eased a strap down her upper arm to reveal her shapely breast, the lilac fabric momentarily catching on its taut peak. "Like I can't get enough of you."

He huffed at that, fondled her faintly before his lips met the velvety skin of her chest. A tonic comprised of the musk oil she'd dabbed on before the party and distinct sexual wanting wafted to his nostrils. He licked at her nipple, the bumps on her areola, and drew it between his teeth. She whined softly and lifted the bottom of her nightdress to her waist.

Hurriedly, he yanked on the waistband of her cotton panties, pushed them past her knees. She kicked them off while he knelt to lower his bottoms. Straddling her, he pumped himself back to hardness and opened the drawer of her nightstand. He searched haphazardly until he retrieved a small, glass bottle of lubricant. (She'd ordered it from a mail catalog, both of them a bit too bashful to walk into an adult shop, even together.)

She snagged it from him and poured half a teaspoon in her hand, then palmed herself. He moved between her legs and she grasped his length, coating him with the warm, slippery liquid. He pushed forward into her. Gradually, slowly, savoring every millimeter of her enticing heat. He noted the stretch of her mouth, the jut of her jaw, the lifting of her upper lip. "Mmm..." she breathed and begged him to keep going. When he did, her head tilted back into the pillow, eyelids falling shut. A smile cut across her cheeks as she purred her satisfaction. "Arthur, I love you."

His touch wandered down the curve of her thigh. At the sight of her subtle writhing beneath him, the sway of her slightly uneven breasts in time with his languid thrusts, he pushed her knee into the mattress, splayed her wider. He grunted lowly. "Look at me."

Their gazes met but didn't hold for long; hers dropped to where they were joined. She caressed right above his pubic bone. "I love seeing you like this." Her fingertips walked a line up his sternum to his chest. "And touching you like this." She wrapped her arms around his middle and drew him to her, locked their lips in a greedy kiss. "And making love like this."

He snorted. "I think this is the only reason you married me."

"Well, not the only reason. There's your good hair, too."

"I've been thinking about cutting it. Trying something new."

"Don't you dare." She tugged at his loose curls, wore her best pout. "What else would I hold onto when we're doing this?"

Laughing lightly, he bumped his nose to hers. Falling into her was like falling into his old fantasies, the ones that'd sustained him through years of isolation. Dates at diners, at comedy clubs, at donut shops, at home. Their shapes had changed as he'd matured, his role in them, his aspirations and infatuations. But they'd remained a warm comfort nonetheless, a place that felt like belonging. And now he belonged with her. Hunger filled him. Happiness. And love. So much love, more than he'd ever believed he'd carried in him. He bucked a little harder. "You feel so good," he murmured. "You make me feel so good."

A strained cry left her and her pelvis answered his steady rhythm with demands of its own. Her calves rose to squeeze him closer, encircle his narrow hips. They were pressed together so tightly; it felt like they were one flesh. He never wanted it to stop. But a dizzying euphoria had ignited, one that eclipsed the romantic yearnings of his heart, twisting his desire to last all morning into the desperate drive to possess her. Gasping, Arthur raised himself to his knees, delving deeper with each push. Their foreheads met and he grit his teeth at the scald of her, the texture of her walls. She fit as though she'd been made for him.

He supposed she was.

Pressure began in the base of him, building and building in terrific torment. The muscles of his inner thighs contracted inward. Tingling climbed his shaft, his tailbone, his spine. He wove his fingers into the sheet, his grip a vise that wrested its corner from the mattress. She kissed the spot where his jaw met his neck, all the while murmuring encouragements for him to let himself go.

Bliss shot through him, from the tips of his toes to the follicles on his scalp, and his back stiffened as he whimpered and poured into. Fever engulfed his frame, sublime in its frenzy, leaving him in a heady stupor. Aftershocks made him tremble. Once, twice. Until, sated and spent, he landed on top her. He closed his eyes, ribs rising and falling as he forced air into his lungs.

A minute later, he swallowed and looked down at her. "You didn't come."

She carded through his sweaty locks. "It's all righ-"

"Shh." He slid out of her and settled at her side, reached between her legs to swipe at her core. "I'm not done," he declared, tracing the edges of her entrance, slick and swollen. One of his favorite things about getting her off was demonstrating his prowess in bed, how well he'd learned with her. His thumb met her plump clitoral hood, and he felt her throb beneath his ministrations.

Nails biting his bicep, she rocked upwards. A bewitching blush crept up her breast, her neck, spread across her cheeks. Shallow pants hit his face, short puffs suffused with high-pitched whines, utterly irresistible. He circled her nub at a steady cadence, tapping when she'd shiver, and she clasped the back of his hand. He swirled his tongue around her nipple, sucked the pretty peak, and lowered the other strap of her nightgown to bare her completely. A hushed plea fell from her lips. "Please, please..."

Suddenly, her vulva grew white hot and she seized, her hips stuttering with each flutter of his touch to her folds. She thrusts her breasts towards him, a sharp moan caught in her throat. Liquid pooled against his fingers, proof of her rapture that made him wish, with mild amusement, that he could be an unmedicated young man again. He would've gladly taken her a second time.

Giggling and rubbing her temple, she released a long exhale and opened her eyes. He brushed her hair back and grinned, completely smitten, like the first time he'd heard a joke and understood the punchline. The light brown picture frame on his nightstand caught his attention, and he regarded the wallet size photo in it, one of the shots of Y/N from the booth at Amusement Mile. The last thing he looked at before turning in each night. He lay his head her shoulder and hummed, listened to the drum of her heart.

She smooched his hairline and wriggled out from beneath him to stand. Her nightie had been reduced to a crumpled stripe of lilac cinched about her waist. It felt tawdry and shameless and he wanted to see her in it for the rest of the weekend. But she peeled it down her legs, wrinkling her nose when it got stuck on her thighs, and stepped out of it one foot at a time. She dropped it on the floral bedspread and retrieved her bathrobe from the closet. "Meet you in the kitchen," she said, opening the door.

The sun had risen higher, its beams slanting across the covers. He basked in it, catlike, then swung his legs over the side of the bed. He pulled on his pajamas, got a new pair of socks from their dresser, and made his way to the kitchen. He washed off the remnants of Y/N's arousal from his fingers, popped open a prescription bottle and took a tablet. He poured water into the coffeemaker, grabbed the can of grounds from the second shelf, added three scoops to the paper filter. Their three-tone brown mugs sat in their spot next to the machine, waiting to be filled.

When the glass coffeepot was half full, Y/N emerged from the bathroom, chuckling to herself. She opened the breadbox on the opposite counter and took out a wax paper bag. "Do you have any idea how dull this morning would have been if we'd never met? I'd have read the Sunday paper, had a drink. Probably worked on a file." He handed her a couple dessert plates, watched her put a donut on each one. "I wonder where you'd be. What woman you'd have breakfast with, what jokes you'd be writing, what magic tricks you'd have learned."

"Um..." At first he wanted to ask where this speculation had come from, if Matt had let her in on exactly what he'd said. But the confident slant of her smirk told Arthur she was teasing. He tried to play along but winced. No matter how appealing, how extraordinary she found him, his gut told him there wouldn't have been another woman. There'd be no more stand-up routines, no more Carnival. He certainly wouldn't be taking care of Penny. He'd likely be locked up in the hospital, maybe even dead. Without an anchor, his life would have lost what little sense it had.

Y/N was one of his anchors now, hooked into the sand alongside his material, treatment, the ability to pay bills. He seized her hand and squeezed it tight, unaware he was squishing her fingers. "I don't wanna think about it," he said quietly.

She sidled up to him and pulled him to her side. Rubbed his flank soothingly and pecked the corner of his mouth. "Don't worry." She took his chin and guided him to look at her. The intimate comfort of her smile helped him believe her next words, even before she spoke them. "I'll always be here."

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[lemonandpeachess]

Small Moments

Pairing: Wrecker x Female Reader

Rating: G

Word Count:2,220

Summary: You and the squad have a little bit of downtime before completing a job from Cid. This time allow you to think ahead for the future of the squad, and of Omega. 

AN: I hope you all enjoy! This is my first bit of writing in a long time so we’re keeping it pretty simple. xx

Gif credits to the owner <3 

The noise was no stranger to you, the deep and seemingly endless drumming above your head. An icy coolness slips into your skin underneath your clothes, your eyes slipping shut at the sensation. While for the most part you enjoy your time on the ship with your crew and it feels just as much of a home as you could ask for, it did have its drawbacks. The closest thing to a simple rainfall you got to experience while cruising through space were meteor showers, and landing in the middle of one of those was not the most relaxing experience. You feel a small, hand wrap itself into your own, giving it a small squeeze. Your eyes cast down and you smile at the sweet brown eyes peering up at you from beneath wet, blonde curls. Omega has her hood over her head, holding down the side with her opposite hand against the wind.

“I sort of missed the rain (y/n).” She says, looking up at the sky and smiling, the raindrops sprinkling down on the two of you. You lift your head back up, sticking out your tongue. Omega looks at you, her brow furrowed. “What are you doing?”

“Catching raindrops. You can do it with snowflakes too. We used to do it on my home planet when I was small.” The tiny clone follows your actions, laughing as she lets go of your hand and makes a show of running around you, catching the water droplets from above.

You were thankful that for both the sake of you and the squad, and for Omega herself, that she had taken the business of being a part of the team so seriously. The young one dove into everything that was ever handed to her, from Hunter’s hand to hand combat routines, to Tech and Echo’s near constant technological learning. She was a fighter, and a determined one at that.

Your heart was heavy at times however, thinking about how she was still a child. She should be able to enjoy the things children enjoy. The sweet, small things that with adulthood and the burdens of growing up, we all tended to forget and appreciate. You took it upon yourself to make your training for Omega to be how enjoy things she could not before, to make her feel like she wasn’t restricted, or stripped of her curiosity. You encouraged it.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, my data shows that the atmosphere on this planet coupled with the local vegetation means excessive consumption of precipitation could lead to harmful side effects.” Tech says as he walks past, guiding his scanner around you as he too gets off the ship. You purse your lips and look down at your small companion once more, chuckling.

“Bit of rain won’t hurt you.” Hunter says as he comes up behind the two of you, handing Omega her small backpack you had found for her at a market during your last job for Cid. You wanted her to have something of her own and found some amenities to put in it as well. Some new fresh clothes, and a small toolkit among other things, including her beloved clone trooper doll. “We should get inside though. Cid said we can stay at her camp here before we continue to the other side of the planet for the exchange tomorrow. We can’t proceed until late morning at least. Best to get some rest while we can.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice Sarge.” Wrecker yells from the belly of the ship. You hear his footsteps as he barrels down the gangway and feel him join you both. He grabs your own pack from your shoulder and puts it over his own, its size shrinking against his broad form. “You and the kid take your time, beautiful. I can take our stuff inside.”

“Wreck I can take that, it’s just a few things.” You laugh, grabbing for your pack. He dodges your efforts and keeps walking forward, turning to wink at you as he follows his brothers. You huff out another laugh and lead Omega towards the cleared path in the forest. “Well, I guess I’ll just escort you then my lady. I’ll get you settled in in Hunter’s room before I join them so we can go over the mission details for tomorrow.”

“Can’t I be there? I want to know what’s going on tomorrow too!” Omega asks, her shoulders slumping down a moment under her cloak. You squeeze her hand and nod.

“Alright Omega, you can come with me. We’ll drop your pack off and then find our way. Just be weary. I’m not sure what kind of mission this will be or what Hunter’s plans for you are. This may be one you need to sit out, for all I know the both of us might be sticking behind. You’re a part of the squad so I see no issue of you being there. Just be ready to play the part Hunter and the others have planned.” You tell her. Thankfully, Hunter had begun to allow her a little more freedom with her involvement in missions. There were still runs Cid sent you on however that weren’t worth the risk.

“I promise I will!” She says, saluting you. You look ahead as a clearing broke out of the path and you see a glassed-in observatory style station come into view. It looked like a two-story home, perfectly rectangular in shape. The walls were made completely of glass, save for the metal framing around the edges and planforms, holding the building above the ground. You imagined the views of the forest were breathtaking from inside. You had to give it to her, Cid had taste. 

“(y/n)? Can I ask just one question before we go in?”

“Go on Omega, I’m listening.” You answer, still looking towards your quarters for the night.

“What are snowflakes?” ***** You sigh as you enter the code to your keypad Wrecker directly behind you as you all retired to your rooms after the mission briefing. Omega left in happy spirits with Hunter as he had a part for her to play in this mission, the situation being a simple drop-off of supplies with payment, nothing too messy. Since Omega had paid off all your debt with Cid, you were able to stick to more low-profile jobs while you figured out a new plan regarding Omega’s safety and the unsettling end of the war.

“The kid seemed happy that she has a job to do with us. I like when she’s able to come out in the field with us.” Wrecker says, starting to take off his uniform. You cross your arms over your chest, still a little chilled from the rain as you look out. You were right before, as the whole building, including your room, was surrounded by windows. Thick, one-way, bulletproof windows, as Tech made sure to point out, given who owned it. It really was a beautiful sight.

The view made it easy to look out into the forest, the leaves on the branches, bright from the rain and crisp air. The foliage swayed back and forth with the wind, creating the most soothing hushing sound, mother natures lullaby. Accompanied of course by what had to be some type of owls, their deep calls coming from their nests in the surrounding trees. Open space had a soothing effect to most. It’s infinite darkness with specks of light, but to you, it was far too quiet. No outside noises penetrated the thick hull of the Havoc Marauder, only the synthetic beeps and whirs of the engines going off in the night could soothe you in the deafening moments.

“I know that ain’t true, you smacked me in the face with your pillow the other night cause you said I was snorin’ too loudly.” Wrecker points out, lifting his chest piece over his head, his upper body now free of the extra weight. You hadn’t realized that you were thinking out loud, though you often did it around Wrecker. He was your partner, for a couple years now. Hunter, Crosshair, Tech, and Echo you trusted with your life. With Wrecker, you trusted him with your life and your heart. You take his chest piece from his hand and set it in the trunk he had carried in along with your bag. “

That is different!” You laugh, coming back to take the final pieces of his suit, leaving him just in his black thermal set. You lay the final piece into the trunk and sit on a chair that faces the windows. “This place reminds me of things I love. The birds, the trees, the smell of the rain. You can’t find that in space big guy. I’m glad we’re able to take Omega with us to these different planets and worlds. It’s important she knows about the world and everything in it. Good and bad. I just try my bests to let her see the good to remember during those bad times. She’s going to have to fight for a lot in her life, an unfair amount…”

“Hey, listen-“You feel Wrecker stand behind you, putting one hand on your shoulder and gesturing for your other one. You put your hand in his and bring the warm top side of his to your lips, kissing it gently. His hands dwarfed your own, as he did most parts of you. You were always safe when you were with him, and you knew if he wasn’t near, it wouldn’t take much to have him barreling towards you at any moment when you needed him. “We’re gonna look after Omega. We made it this far, I’ll stand in front of anyone that tries to hurt her… Or take her away.”

“I know you would Wreck, we all would. She just adores and admires you all.” You say, his fingers grazing your cheek as you speak. You were honest too. If your run in with the bounty hunters wasn’t enough, you knew in your heart that child was probably the most protected thing in the galaxy.

“She likes you a lot too ya know. She tells me all the time.”

“Does she?” You smile to yourself. The word ‘love’ was seldom used around the ship, usually only regarding Mantell mix by a select few. The feeling was always present of course, the brothers all loved each other, and as the time went on, it extended to both yourself and Omega as well. Wrecker had told you after he told you he loved you for the first time in your relationship, that it was the first time he had said it to someone in such a way.

“She does. She thinks your beautiful, and smart and kind. I like her, she’s a smart kid.” Wrecker lets go of your hand and comes around to the front of your chair. You barely have a moment to look up before he picks you up into his arms like you were nothing, carrying you to the plush bed that was made up in the middle of the room. He sets you down gently and crawls into bed with you. 

“Cause I think you’re beautiful, kind, and smart too.”

You laugh and prop yourself up a little more as Wrecker settles beside you, who is also sitting up to look at you. You extend your hand and cradle his face in your hand, your thumb brushing along his cheekbone. Before you can reply you feel a yawn manifest in your throat before it escapes, your hand covering your mouth as you try and keep your gaze on your favourite trooper.

“Am I that boring?” He chuckles. You swing your legs back over the edge of the bed, starting to unhook your boots. Wrecker gets up from the bed again and walks to your pack, grabbing your sleep pants from it.

“No Wreck of course not. I’m sorry, I just feel really tired suddenly.” You reply, pulling off your boots and setting them beside the bed, keeping them close just in case. You feel his hands slip under your shirt and you let him lift the fabric from your body, leaving you in just a worn sports bra. As you wiggle out of your tactical pants, he hands you the black sweatpants and you slip them on, relishing in the feel of the soft fabric. You never seem to realize how tired your body is until you properly stop for a moment.

“It’s okay baby, it’s been a while since we had a break. Even when we do, you’re always doing something for us, or for Omega.” He says, joining you in bed again. You lay back on his chest, relaxing into him as you look out the array of windows and out into the wilderness around you. You wished you had time to explore more, and to enjoy your time there, but you could already feel sleep tugging you down, not being helped by Wrecker’s fingers grazing up and down you arm.

“I know- but I still wish we had some extra time. We haven’t had a lot of time together either, just the two of us. I’m sorry I’m wasting it.” You sigh, fingers dancing over his chest.

“Don’t worry (y/n).”  Wrecker takes his arm around you and rolls you onto his chest, almost laying you almost on top of him, kissing that spot on your neck that makes your heart thrum. “There’s always the morning. You know how much I like breakfast.”

[glimmerglanger]

Hi, are you planning to write some Cody and Rex reunion prompt in Make you Bed? After everything I mean (I hope that it makes sense sorry if not). Because you wrote about their brother relationship amazingly ^^ Btw you proved once again that you are really good writer. Wonderful, angsty and soft fic. Can't wait for more things from you ~

wavelengthdream said:

If you're still taking snippet prompts for 'Make Your Bed Lie in It', could I suggest Cody and Obi-Wan reuniting with Rex and Ahsoka?

OOOOOOOOOOO. I do love writing about Cody and Rex. So! This is set... a few months after the end of MYB. :D General warnings for fall-out from Order 66, but other than that....nothing really to worry about.

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Cody flinched, preemptively, when Crys announced that they’d received a comm from Hondo. They’d been forced to work with the pirate more often than he liked, since the fall of the Republic. They’d needed ships, after all, to handle all the troopers still in training on Kamino; there was no way they could fit all the shinies onto the Vigilance.

And staying in one place had felt like the wrong decision in every way.

They couldn’t just remain on Kamino, after destroying the facilities there, including the tremendous system that regulated the chips. They would have made an easy target for any Imperial forces.

The massacre at the Jedi Temple had already proven how dangerous it was to stay in a location where your enemies could find you.

So, they’d taken to the stars. Their fleet was growing regularly, now, as other troopers took care of their nat-born officers and came to find them. But in the early days, they’d needed whatever ships they could get.

Ohnaka had provided them, claiming that the Empire was bad for business.

“Kenobi!” the pirate shouted, when they accepted his comm. He was grinning, and Cody ground his back teeth together, wondering what ridiculous request Ohnaka had for them, this time. He turned aside, planning to ignore the conversation, as Hondo went on, “I’ve found something of yours.”

“Oh?” Obi-Wan asked, mouth quirking up. Cody got the feeling, privately, that Obi-Wan quite liked Hondo in his own way, though Cody would never understand why. “What’s that?”

“Who’s that is the better question,” Hondo said, “Let me in your docking bay, I’ll show you.”

Hondo cut off the comm, then, without saying anything else. Cody reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose, glancing over to find Obi-Wan staring forward, suddenly, expression open and shocked. “Obi-Wan?”

Obi-Wan blinked over at him, wide-eyed, and then whispered, “Oh,” before turning and striding hurriedly from the room.

#

Cody followed Obi-Wan to the docking bay, swallowing frustration when Hondo strolled off his shuttle with a swagger in every movement. Sharp words formed on Cody’s tongue only to wither away, because there were other people following Hondo off the ship, and--

Obi-Wan made a pained sound, stepping forward as Tano hesitantly descended the ramp before spotting him and lurching forward. She hit him at a run, arms going around his shoulders, and for a moment Cody could only stare at them, thinking about desertion and abandonment and--

And the fact that Tano had, somehow, escaped death, too, and found her way back to Obi-Wan.

Movement drew Cody’s attention away from the pair of them. He sucked in a startled breath to find Rex standing, awkward, by the shuttle. He had a shirt and cloak over his armor, trying to disguise the shape of it and not doing the best job. He looked tense, guarded, gaze jumping away when Cody looked over at him.

Rex made a low sound, ragged, when Cody crossed to him and pulled him into an embrace. For a moment, he stood stiff and unyielding, and then he collapsed, all the tension going out of him at once. He buried his face down against Cody’s shoulder and gasped out, “I can’t believe we found you.”

#

Hondo, of course, insisted on getting payment for leading Ahsoka and Rex to them. Cody felt in less a mood to deal with the man than usual, and ordered Mav to see it taken care of, before leading Rex off.

Rex looked like he needed somewhere to sit down. There were dark circles under his eyes and new lines around his mouth. He nodded his thanks when Cody brought him back to their quarters and made him a cup of caff.

Rex held the cup for a moment, staring down at it when he said, finally, “Knew it had to be you and General Kenobi who hit Kamino.” He shook his head, snorting just a little. “Only you two would come up with a plan like that.”

Cody shrugged, moving a few pads off of the little table in front of the couch so he could sit on it, facing Rex. He said, softly, “It worked.”

Rex gave a sharp little laugh. “Of course,” he said, and then hurriedly set down his caff and put both hands over his face.

“Sh,” Cody said, reaching out to rub a hand over Rex’s arm, finding him tensed. “Hey, it’s alright. You’re--”

“Everyone else died,” Rex blurted, voice in tatters, and Cody stopped trying to talk, just...rested both hands on Rex’s arms. Rex looked up at him, eyes shining. “On our ship. Everyone else died, during the - the fight and the crash.”

Cody winced. He hadn’t gotten around to asking what had happened to the rest of the men sent with Rex and Commander Tano. He’d suspected, but--

“I killed some of them,” Rex whispered, looking to the side abruptly.

Cody’s fingers tightened, momentarily. He made himself relax his grip, exhaling. He said, softly, thinking about ordering the Vigilance to fire on the other cruise, thinking about Kamino, thinking about other fights, “Rex, you had--”

“I killed some of my brothers,” Rex cut in, again, and Cody wondered how long he’d been carrying the words around inside of him, struggling not to let them out. It had been months since the fall of the Republic. “I--”

“I know,” Cody said, shifting to pull Rex closer, listening to his breathing get rougher, uneven. 

“I didn’t want to,” Rex told him, the admission torn out of him. “But I--they were going to kill her. Ahsoka. And she’d - woken me up. She saved me, I--”

“You saved her, too,” Cody said, hating Palpatine anew, for all the myriad ways he’d caused agony throughout the galaxy. He tightened his hold on Rex, hoping that Obi-Wan was having a more pleasant reunion with Ahsoka and doubting it, and listened to all the admissions Rex needed to spill into the air.

[wisehq]

Mission Debrief: Chapter 43

...IT’S HAPPENING! IT’S HAPPENING! IT’S HAPPENING-!

Alright, before we get into it- full disclosure; the hivemind is in full swing at the Operation Strix discord server, so pretty much anything I write here is going to be an amalgamation of all the conspiracy theories and reactions we vomited out as soon as the chapter dropped. On that same note, I think writing these the day after will start to be the norm. Just so I have the chance to calm myself before going on a twenty-page tangent about everything Endo may or may not be planning.

Okay [deep breath] let’s get into it.

First, let’s start off with Franky, before we get into the juicy stuff.

When the chapter first started, I thought we were going to get backstory on Franky. Endo seemed to be alluding to this on his twitter page, and I was actually interested in possibly seeing more about his and Twilight’s relationship. Of course that didn’t end up happening; instead we got another side story about Franky trying to get some action by finding a lady’s lost cat, but seeing as how it’s Franky we’re talking about it seemed appropriate. Also, how can I be upset when-

The princess herself arrives! I gotta say, I loved the lightheartedness of most of this chapter. Yor’s always a delight, and pairing her together with Franky was a smart move on Endo’s part. They built off each other’s wackiness and I love this moment with the two of them. Just like with Twilight, we see that Franky genuinely wants to make the world a better place (and also get rich along the way) and Yor’s so impressed with him. I also liked that moment where Franky is surprised to find Yor still playing Loid’s wife even when he isn’t there- much like how he was with Anya while he was babysitting her. Just another little nod to the fact that he sees the Forger girls as being more than players in a game of elaborate house.

Then- just a quick thing before we get into what I know we all want to talk about- it’s interesting to me that Franky isn’t a one-man operation. He has a whole network of informants that he works with, and it makes sense that someone in his line of work has a many ears on the wall as possible. It’s a surefire way to stay plugged into the goings-on of the Ostanian underworld, unless of course...

...They get taken out by Garden.

AGHGHGHGHGH ALRIGHT, OK LET’S GO-

Garden. We finally have a name for Yor’s group now; we thought it was The Shop for the longest time, but apparently that’s only part of it. Yor alluded to this briefly back in ch. 29 when she described The Shop was being in charge of information gathering, and once their job was done it was Yor’s turn to come in and do the actual assassination. In this sense we see The Shop was being more of a support role in the same way that Franky is, though it’s still safe to assume the Shopkeeper is still in charge of both The Shop and Garden. At least for now- until we get more information to say otherwise, anyway.

Of course, the interesting thing is our silhouetted figures standing in this panel- not to mention the fact that Franky states that all the members are capable of taking on a whole troop of soldiers (for reference, a troop ranges between 9 and 100 men, though it usually hovers around 50). We know Yor is capable of doing this, but now that we also know the other assassins of Garden are as well, it begs the question; is Yor’s strength truly a unique thing in this world? And if it isn’t, what could be the source of it?

OSO-R, the drug used during the Tennis arc, was described as being in its trial stages. I originally chalked up it’s fast development time as just being part of manga logic, although I’m now starting to question that theory. It’s possible the roadmap for OSO-R has been around for much longer than first thought, and may find its traces back to when the war had just ended. Loid describes Garden as having been around for some time. We also know that Yor was just a child when she started up her assassination gig, so it’s possible that she and others like her may be have been exposed to a serum similar to OSO-R a decade or so before. Given Ostania’s track record of human experimentation, the scenario is possible.

Also going back to what Franky describes as “the shadow government”; it’s interesting that we’re hearing rumblings of a government operating outside the public’s view literally one chapter after we were just introduced to the concept of a royal class at some point in Ostania’s past. There’s a lot of things that cab be construed from this (such as Garden serving an authority that doesn’t necessarily align with Donovan and the government) but listing everything would just turn this review into one long-winded mess. So instead, we’re gonna entertain a fun theory- one that may or may not be true, but if it *does* end up being confirmed later on down that road, you heard it here first.

*ahem*

Mr. Green is a part of Garden.

Allow me to state my case.

When ch. 39 came out, I found it very unusual that a brand new character we haven’t seen before got a majority of the panel-time alongside Damian and the boys. It wasn’t very suspicious at the time, given that we’d just been introduced to Becky’s maid Martha, so we all just assumed Endo was building up his side characters a bit. For all intents and purposes, that may very well be the case.

However.

I know one person in particular who latched onto this panel right here, and for good reason; why would a security guard stationed at a school nowhere close to the border know about code words being used by people trying to cross over illegally? Yes, he was supposedly in the navy, but the way he phrases it here heavily implies that these code words are a recent affair, or at the very least are still being used currently. Why would he know that? Even if he was in the military, it’s information that has absolutely nothing to do with being in the navy.

Mr. Green is also very strong; strong enough to make the boys think they were going down rapids when in actuality it was just him rowing so fast. Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever paddled a boat before, but it’s hard work- and it’s certainly difficult to the get that boat going at cruising speed, let alone fast enough to cause rapids. Yor’s the only one we’ve seen with strength like that and- yes, Green was supposedly in the navy, but at this point in time we don’t know anything else about him. We don’t know what he did after the war, nor do we know how he wound up in Eden Academy in the first place.

This is where we start going deep down the rabbit hole. Hang on.

This gentleman who we’ve never seen before is clearly aware that Garden exists, or at the very least is privy to Yor’s actual job. Much like how WISE has plants within Loid’s hospital, this man likely works to support Yor in some way. If such is the case, we can likely assume that- because the shadow government is supporting Garden- they would have their assassins posted in key areas for various reasons, likely to keep an eye out for traitors or to keep them spread out to cover a wide area should the need ever arise to deploy them.

We’ve only ever see Yor target traitorous politicians and outright terrorists (I realize this one is just a daydream, but you get my point). It would make sense, seeing as how she works at city hall and it would likely put her in an advantageous position when hunting them down. Of course, politicians aren’t the only people who might catch Garden’s attention. Given the amount of political and economic unrest that is currently going on in the country, there likely would be some people who would be fed up with the state of things. Such people may not be like Franklin Perkin- someone who would take direct action against the government- but instead would rather try to steer others towards a mindset that stands in opposition to Ostania. Such a person may try to target more impressionable people- people who are likely to listen and learn from an authority figure in their lives. People like...small children.

Eden students.

Garden. Eden. I see what you’re doing there, Endo.

Traitorous professors? Renegade academics? It would make sense to have a Garden assassin stationed at the most prestigious school in the country; the amount of information and contacts that are positioned around there are second to none, and what better way to suppress insurrection than at the source, at the very foundations of knowledge itself? Also, for kicks and giggles, let’s not forget that the name Mr. Green certainly fits with the plant motif Endo is going for with his assassin group (Garden. Thorn Princess. Briar. You catch my drift?)

Am I grasping at straws? Probably lol. I’d also like to reiterate that this is in no way all my thinking- a lot of crazy people put their brains together for this one, good or bad. But hey, it’s about all we can do until the next chapter! And at the very least, it’s a lot of fun to wonder what-if!

Also, BONUS

...She’s coming.

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Episode 28 Transcript: Who is The Lightning McQueen of Supernatural?

[guitar music]

G: Hello, my name is Grey.

C: And my name is Crystal.

G: And this is Busty Asian Beauties, a Supernatural commentary podcast where I, someone who has seen this show several times...

C: And I, someone who only knows the show through social media, discuss every single episode of Supernatural from start to finish. Also, we are both Asian.

G: Both Asian!

So for today's episode, we'll be discussing Season 2, Episode 6: "No Exit," written by Matt Witten, directed by Kim Manners. Who is this Witten guy? He also directs "Playthings" later on in the season- I mean writes. But yeah, those are his only episodes.

Okay, so before we hop in, Crystal, what did you think about this episode before going in?

C: I had no clue. I guess I hadn't really heard of this one at all. Like, I know about Jo's backstory and how John got her dad killed on a hunt, and how, at some point, she says that she didn't fit in at school because she was a freak with a knife collection, but I didn't know where those things came from.

G: Yeah, exactly, me too. Like, I didn't know that it was from this episode. I guess because those things are just things that like, you absorb through fandom and you will recall, like, outside of context.

C: Yeah.

G: So, okay, let's start with the actual episode!

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G: So we start off in a city, which is not that common for Supernatural, so this was fun. It's night, and there's this girl. She's on a call with- I guess her landlord, and she's complaining about the flickering lights in her apartment. As she hangs up, she finds little droplets of this black goo all around. She reaches out, and like, with her finger and dips her hand into it, and I was like, "Lick it! Lick it!" [both laugh] More goo starts happening around her. She goes over by- what is this?

C: The transcript says it's a light switch.

G: She goes over to a hole in the wall. A light switch, but there's like, a little hole in it. And the black goo starts oozing in earnest out of the light switch, and she peeks into it, and a creepy eye peeks out. She screams, and that's the end of our teaser.

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C: So, we're now to The Roadhouse, where Sam and Dean are outside, about to head in, and Dean makes a joke about a girl who was kidnapped by an evil cult in L.A. named Katie Holmes. Is that- what is that a reference to?

G: Katie Holmes is an actor, but I don't really understand the reference. Like, was there, like, a cult thing going on in L.A. at the time? I don't know. But-

C: Was Markiplier being attacked by gangs in L.A. at the time?

G: [laughing] Yeah. Yeah, exactly, did he get the breast reduction and breast unreduction?

C: Okay, the Wiki says that Katie Holmes was dating Tom Cruise, who's a scientologist, and that-

G: Ohh, yeah.

C: - she became interested in it, so like, the joke was like, Katie Holmes has been kidnapped by the Scientologists.

G: Okay, okay, got it.

C: Yeah. Alright. Sam says, "That's funny, and for you, so bitchy." [laughing] What does that mean?

G: What does that even mean?

C: Sam-?

G: We get Sam saying "bitch" for absolutely no reason, no importance, no relevance.

C: Okay, Sam. And then we hear the sound of Ellen and Jo arguing inside the Roadhouse. And Dean says, "On the other hand, catfight." Ugh.

G: That's like- that's like, a bad thing to say, right?

C: Yeah, it's just, I guess, a term for fights between women but in a way that I guess, like, trivializes it for entertainment. It's- yeah.

G: [laughing] At some point in this episode, Dean, like, shakes his head to deny misogyny [C laughing] And I was like, "Well, fantastic."

C: Sure, Dean. [laughing] Dean may not think that this is gender studies, but I will make it gender studies.

C: Ugh. Was "bitchy" or "catfight," like, points-worthy? Or is it just- I don't know, maybe I'm becoming desensitized.

G: I feel like if this was like, at the beginning of season 1, we would be like, "Give them a point!"

C: Yeah.

G: But now- [laughs] like, I don't know. Do you want to give them a point? I wanna- I kind of want to give Dean a point for just, in general, this episode.

C: Yeah. Yeah. I'll give him a general point.

G: How about Sam, though?

C: I just- I think I feel like "bitchy" is not as bad-

G: It's not like a-

C: Is "bitchy" not as bad as "bitch"? I feel like- I don't know. What do you think?

G: I think, like, there's a difference between referring to a woman as "bitch," versus like, just, say, calling Dean "bitchy," you know?

C: Yeah. Yeah. Like, I guess, like, the word "bitch" itself and all of the variants are- like, there's like, a problem with them existing, but I wouldn't blame people that much for saying them, except for in specific contexts.

G: Yeah, exactly.

C: Yeah. Alright. So Dean has a point now, so that is his fourth misogyny of the season.

G: That's a lot.

C: Yeah. But he's averaging less than one per episode, which is better than he was doing last season.

G: [laughs] Yes, exactly.

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G: Sam and Dean enter the Roadhouse, and Ellen and Jo, as they overheard, is fighting- well, are fighting. [laughs] I don't know. They're fighting. And Jo is complaining to her mom about "How you can't keep me here, what are you gonna do? Chain me up in the basement?" The argument is about how Ellen doesn't want her to go somewhere, somewhere being a hunt, which is revealed a little bit later. Ellen says, "If you want to go somewhere so bad, go back to school." Jo says her iconic line, "I didn't belong there! I was a freak with a knife collection!"

C: Go girl!

G: Go girl. So they continue arguing some more, and Ellen turns around and sees the boys. Sam and Dean were like, "Okay, bad time, we're gonna leave now." But as they go to leave, Jo stops them. Do I mentioned, like, the three- the fucking- [C laughs]

C: - the three randos?

G: - family? [laughing] No, but the family of four that comes in at some point.

C: [laughs] Sure.

G: Jo stops them to ask about their opinion on what's happening. There's like, a whole scene, where a family comes in, and it's like, a family of four with two small children, and they're like, "Um, is this establishment open?" And like, Ellen and Jo both shout "yes!" and "no!" at the same time, like, respectively. It's pretty funny. And they were like, "Oh, okay, we're just gonna go to the Arby's down the road." [laughs] The phone rings, so Ellen picks it up as Jo starts talking to the boys. She mentions that she has found a case, a missing person case. Over the past eight years, six women have vanished, all the same building, all blondes. Nobody has picked up the connection, but she did. So she wants to check it out. Dean like, asks, "Who put this together? Ash?"

C: Fuck off, Dean.

G: [laughing] Which I thought was so... Dean. Come on, Dean.

C: Yeah!

G: And Jo was like, "I did it myself!" And Dean's like, "Huh." And I was like... you- you fucking asshole.

C: Shut up, Dean!

G: Shut up, Dean.

Ellen comes in and says, "Well, if you like the case so much, you should go check it out." And Jo protests, but Ellen says, "Joanna Beth, this family has lost enough. I won't lose you too. I just won't." I think Samantha Ferris does a good job of acting Ellen, don't you think?

C: Yeah.

G: I think both- I don't really know the actress for Jo's name. I think she also does a good job of playing Jo. Like, Jo and Ellen are believable people, and, you know, like, in the past episodes we complained that they're not given a lot. This episode, they really get to shine, and I love that. Like, I think the actors carry it well, I think the story carries it well. It's all super fun.

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C: So the Impala goes into Philadelphia, where the cases is. It's just Sam and Dean together. And they go to the apartment building where we saw that woman disappear. Sam says that he feels kind of bad taking Jo's case, and Dean says, "Yeah. Maybe she put together a good file, but could you see her out here working one of these things? Ha. I don't think so." [laughing] What's wrong with this man?

G: Literally, what's wrong with him? Later on, he reveals that he's actually upset-

C: Yeah, but that doesn't explain most of his behavior. It explains him trying to keep her away. It doesn't explain him being so dismissive of her skills.

G: The charitable reading here is he's saying this because she's an amateur and not because she's a woman, but it really just comes off as "She's a girl, she can't do hunting," you know?

C: Yeah. Also, like, if he has anything against amateurs, like, in season one, they pick up a new girl every week and have her go on the hunt with them even though, like, she didn't even know how to shoot a gun. [G laughs]

G: Yeah!

C: Like, you let Sarah come along but not Jo?

They start running their EMF readers around the abandoned apartment, and Sam gets something from the light switch. They see the, like, black tar goo or whatever coming out of it, and they see that it is ectoplasm.

G: Whoo! Hell yeah, dude!

C: Sam reveals the lore that you have to be "one majorly pissed-off spirit" in order to produce ectoplasm. Which is fun, I guess. Does this come back at any point?

G: Oh, yeah. Ectoplasm is a thing in Supernatural. That's why I was like, "Hell yeah, dude." I'm not sure, actually, if it's a thing in  Supernatural or it's a thing in the fanfiction cases I read.

C: It's just a thing, like, ghost media in general, but yeah, maybe it's in fanfiction too.

G: Yeah. I enjoy ectoplasm, so, hell yeah, dude. I love physical manifestation of horrors, so.

C: Mm, yeah.

G: But also, what's fascinating is, because it's an ectoplasm story, right, they also made the ghost- because this is a ghost, right? This is a spirit.

C: Yeah.

G: He is so concrete that I was mostly confused. [laughs] Cas voice- Jensen Ackles Cas voice, "I'm mostly confused."

C: [laughing] No!! [G laughing] No. No.

Yeah, so as they keep investigating, they hear voices. And it's Jo, talking to the landlord acting like she's interested in renting out the place. Dean steps out from behind his hiding spot and goes, "What the hell are you doing here?" And then Jo, the absolute queen, decides that today is a fake dating case fic.

G: Yes! Hell yeah, dude!

C: She said, "There you are, honey," and like, sorta like, grabs Dean around the waist and goes, "This is my boyfriend Dean, and his buddy Sam." And then- [sighs] Okay, so the landlord is, like, friendly, I guess, but also says, "Quite a gal you've got here." Okay, shut up. And then Dean smacks her ass, and then says, "Oh, yeah, she's a pistol." So we're giving him a point, right?

G: I... like, I guess I saw this as roughhousing, but- why? What's your perspective?

C: I just don't think you should smack people's asses. [laughs]

G: Hm. I mean, that's true. [both laugh]

C: So...

G: Imagine if I followed that up with "but." [both laughing] "But actually..." No, it's true. Okay, you can give him a point.

C: Alright.

G: But I guess my hesitation comes from like, the narrative not really framing it that way, but like, when has that never stopped us?

C: [laughs] Yeah. Okay, so that’s Dean’s fifth misogyny of the season.

So- oh, [laughing] and also, when Dean does that, Sam makes a little face like, "What the fuck, bro?"

They keep chatting to the landlord, who's confused about how Dean got in. But Jo changes the subject, and she says [laughing], "Well, her loss-" the previous tenant's loss- "our gain. 'Cause if Deano loves it, it's good enough for me." And Dean says, "Oh, sweetie," and then he smacks her on the ass again. So.

G: [laughing] I think that counts as one singular point.

C: Yeah, it does count as one singular point only, but still, I am glaring at him a lot. But also, I mean, if there was less ass-smacking, this would be sort of a fun, cute scene. I love when people are mad at each other and fake-dating.

G: I know.

[laughing] I think I posted, "I enjoy Deanjo. I'm sorry, women" [C laughing] when I was watching this scene.

C: So yeah, so Jo pulls out a bunch of cash, and is just like, "Yeah, I'll take the apartment." Apparently, they don't have to sign a lease or anything.

G: Fun stuff.

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G: In the apartment, Jo and Dean are talking, and Dean asks, like, "What does Ellen know about this?" and Jo says, "Oh, I told her I went to Vegas," [both laugh] and that I asked- that she asked Ash to lay out a credit card trail to the casinos. Sam asks like, "Where did you get all that money?" [Jo reveals that hunters are not that good at poker, but before she says that, Dean says, "Where did you get that money? Hunters don't tip that well." [both laughing] And I was like, "Dean Winchester is a bad tipper, confirmed."

Dean's phone rings, and as he answers it, it's Ellen. Ellen's asking if Jo is with her. Dean, like, holds the phone back and starts talking to Jo, and it's a very cute scene. Like, they're whispering to each other, like, "I'm telling her!" like, "Oh, no you don't fucking tell her! Don't fucking tell her!" "I'm gonna tell her! I'm gonna tell her!" you know. It's that kind of scene. And Dean immediately goes to the phone and goes, "I haven't seen her." [both laugh] And then, you know, Ellen says, "If you see her, drag her ass back here." Dean says, "Yeah, of course," and then they hang up.

C: Also, earlier in the scene- Sam is being such a "I to am in this episode" this episode.

G: Yes!

C: Like, he's barely a character. He's got nothing going on. Yeah, I think there's a moment where Dean tells Jo that she shouldn't be on the hunt in the scene, and Jo looks over at Sam for support, and he just does a little shrug, and it's like, come on, Sam. Come on, please?

G: What do you think would Sam's perspective be in this episode? Because that's something I find interesting.

C: Yeah.

G: Because would he, like, let Jo do her thing, because that would be like, reflective of his desire to do his own thing, or would he be like, "Jo shouldn't go hunting" because it would be reflective of his desire to not necessarily go hunting, you know?

C: Right. I think specifically, the fact that Ellen tells Jo, like, "If you want to go, then go to school" would probably trigger Sam's, like, "God, I wish I had Ellen as a mom instead of John, and Jo's so lucky that her mom supports her going to school and getting out of the life, so I feel kind of bitter that she's not taking this opportunity" instincts.

G: I'm actually going the opposite. Like, I think he would be encouraging of her doing what she wants.

C: Mm.

G: But yeah. We'll never fucking know, I guess. Maybe we will in future episodes.

C: Yeah, 'cause he only "to is in this episode." [laughs]

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C: We cut to a little later where Jo's going through blueprints of the apartment, and she is also flipping a small knife around as she does so.

G: Love it!

C: Stimming queen, autism queen, ADHD queen, love her.

She says that this place was built in 1924 but only converted into apartments a few months ago. And before that, it was an empty field. Sam suggests that there was a violent death in the building, but Jo says, "There's nothing." Dean says in just the rudest little, like, condescending voice goes, "Oh, so you've checked police reports and county death records?" And Jo's like, "Yeah, and obituaries and mortuary reports and seven other sources. I know what I'm doing." And Dean says, "I think the jury's still out on that one." Why is he being such a fucking bitch?

G: The thing is like, his motivation, as we are supposed to believe is, he thinks it's fine that Jo's doing research, but she shouldn't go on a hunt. So why is he disparaging her research, you know?

C: Yeah.

G: Like, it's just feels so mean-spirited.

C: Yeah. He's just being so rude.

And he tells her to put the knife down. And Sam thinks maybe it's a cursed object with a spirit in it, so they decide to go scan the whole building. Dean says that he and Jo will take the top two floors together, and Jo says, "We should split up," and Dean says, "Oh, this isn't negotiable."

G: Okay. Oh, I'm gonna get the gender studies line! [both laugh]

So Jo and Dean are walking down a hallway of the apartment building with EMF readers. Jo makes a joke that like, "Oh, if you are gonna ride me this close, it's only decent you buy me dinner," you know. Shit like that. Dean expresses regret lying about where Jo is to Ellen, but he says, "That's all I'm gonna do. I'm not letting you out of my sight," and points out that Jo is the spirit's type. She's blonde she's petite, all that.

Jo says, "Yeah, exactly," and this takes Dean aback. He's like, "Oh, you wanna become bait?" Jo says, "It's the quickest way to draw it out, and you know it." [laughs] Dean's all like, "Oh, I'm fucking regretting this already."

This is when Jo calls Dean out for his, quote, "chauvinist crap." She says, "Oh, you think women can't do the job." [laughing] And Dean says [C groans] dun-dun-dun... [overlapping] "Sweetheart, this isn't gender studies."

C: Shut the fuck up, Dean. [G laughing] I love how he's like, "I'm not a chauvinist, but I will condescendingly call you sweetheart." Like, alright.

G: I know.

C: Can we just give him a point for how fucking annoying that line was?

G: Is the catfight point just like, a point just for the catfight? Because I thought it would be like, a more general thing.

C: Oh, okay, then fine, alright, I'll just bundle it into the catfight point.

G: Yeah.

And Dean says, "Women can do the job." [laughing] Hashtag "I am not a misogynist, what are you talking about?" He says, like, the problem isn't that Jo is a girl, it's that... [laughing] she is a woman. [C laughing] No, no, an amateur. And that she has no experience. He says, "What you do have is a bunch of half-baked romantic notions that some barflies put in your head." Jo says, "Now you sound like my mother," and Dean replies, "Oh, that's a bad thing? Because let me tell you-" [laughing] And then Jo's like, "What?" And Dean, like, forgets what he's about to say, and he says, "Forget it." And then they start walking around some more.

Dean says that "You've got options. No one in their right mind would choose this life. My dad started me on this when I was so young. I wish I could do something else." Well, that's just sad. [laughs]

C: Yeah.

G: And, you know, Dean says, "I do love the job, but it's because I'm a little twisted."

C: So true.

G: And Jo says, "You don't think I'm twisted myself?" I love twisted women! Yes! Go Jo!

Anyway, Dean says, "You've got a mother that worries about you, who wants something more for you. Those are good things. You don't throw things like that away. Might be hard to find later." Is he projecting?

C: Yeah. Yeah. [laughs] A lot.

G: Obviously. I mean, duh.

I guess this is why I think Sam would have- would be like, more supportive of Jo. Because, like, in my head I'm like, "Dean is already against her, so if they make Sam against her too, it's like two vs one. It's not appealing." But I mean, Sam doesn't need to be a foil to Dean all the fucking time, so, who knows. But also later on in Supernatural...

C: Sam can be misogynistic too! Equality!

G: [laughing] Exactly! Hashtag equality.

C: Hashtag let Sam be misogynistic.

G: Later on, in season 10, I think- or a season where Claire is in, you know, Sam says, "It's her life, she gets all the calls" about choice- about Claire choosing to hunt, so, like, I do think Sam would support Jo in whatever it is she wants to do.

C: Yeah.

G: I just wish we could have seen it.

C: Yeah, instead of him just standing in the background, shrugging at her.

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C: Okay, so they get closer to a grate near the floor, and Jo spends some time standing in front of it. And then, we see this grimy hand go through the vent and try to grab her leg. But she turns around in time, gasping. Dean says he smells something weird but he doesn't know what it is, and then Jo-

G: He says, specifically, "I know it, I just can't put my finger on it."

C: Mm.

G: Which we will fucking go back to later, put a pin on that right now.

C: Jo puts her EMF reader near the grate, and it starts going off. So they decide that the spirit is probably in the vent. Dean has her hold the flashlight as he unscrews the grate, and then- "Oh, I hate when people are amateurs so I'm just gonna stick my fucking arm into a vent with a spirit in it and not even shoot some salt in there first" okay, Dean. He just like-

G: No, he's confident that he's not the target.

C: I mean they could still, like, attack him a bit for trying to like, keep the spirit away from the target. But also, I understand your point. This episode's a big loss for blond Dean truthers. [G laughs]

G: Exactly.

C: He feels around and sees that there's something there, and he pulls out, like, this big clump of blonde hair with like, blood at the end of it. It's really gross-looking.

G: There's a piece of skull, yeah. It's like, connected to scalp too. It's fucking disgusting, bro.

C: Uh-huh. So he says, "Okay, so the spirit's been keeping souvenirs."

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G: In the apartment, there's another blonde woman walking inside her apartment. Ectoplasm drops from the ceiling to a paper that she's reading, and then the lights start flickering.

C: [laughing] The paper is an invitation to a lingerie party. Did you notice that?

G: I was like- yeah- I was like, well [laughing] hashtag lesbianism. But she throws it away, so, tough luck.

She sees a large crack appear in the ceiling, and the way it's appearing is like someone is scratching the ceiling, you know. Like, someone is holding a knife. Like, it's a la "Hook Man," you know? Anyway, she gets a little bit freaked out. She goes to the phone, there's only static. She goes to the door to try to get out, she can't open it. And there's a grate beside her, beside the door, much like the grate that we saw Dean and Jo open earlier. And she stares at it. She stares at it because the cracks lead to there. And a hand comes out of the grate and grabs her. And she struggles and struggles, and then the scene cuts.

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C: So in the morning, in the apartment [G starts laughing], Dean is sleeping on the couch in... a position.

G: The worst position ever. What is this?

C: Yeah, I don't- he's like, on his stomach but also on his arm, and also his back is like, halfway twisted around, and his legs are weird. He's just not doing good.

So, and we hear some police sirens or ambulance sirens or something nearby. He wakes up to Jo at the table, studying the blueprints again and twirling her knife around again. And she tells him, "Morning, princess." And apparently, Sam went out to get coffee. [G laughs] They just fucking made this up.

G: [laughing] Literally.

C: Literally, Sam is standing in a room, starting at a wall, like a Sim.

G: [laughs] Yeah. He's not even carrying coffee when he comes back!

C: Dean asks- Dean gets up and he's like, "Ugh, my back hurts so much because you go to sleep on the bed." [laughing] Your back hurts because of your weird as fuck sleeping position, Dean! I'm sure the couch could've been fine. Jo says that she hasn't been sleeping [G starts laughing] because she's just been- [laughing] yeah. Absolute queen.

G: Amazing.

C: Yeah, I bet she fucking, like, fistfought Dean for the bed, and then was like, "You know what would be really funny?"

G: "If I didn't use it"? Yeah, go Jo.

C: [laughs] Yeah. Wait, sorry, this is sort of a deviation but have you seen the posts about like, whenever Destiel have a fight, then Cas demands the bed-

G: Dean would be on the couch? Yeah.

C: [laughing] Yeah, Dean would take the couch, and then halfway through, he would remember that Cas doesn't even need to sleep.

Dean takes out like, a much larger knife and hands it over to Jo, and he says, like, "Here," like, "Take this. It works a lot better than that little pig sticker you're twirling around." So, Jo, at this disparagement of her knife, hands the knife over to Dean, and he sees that engraved on it is "W.A.H.," which is Jo's dad's initials, William Anthony Harvelle. And Dean says, "I'm sorry. My mistake." And he takes his knife back.

So they start having a conversation about their fathers. Jo asks what Dean remembers about his dad. When he doesn't tell her, she insists. She seems kind of teary about the situation, going, "Come on, tell me." And Dean says that he remembers when he was six or seven and John took him shooting for the first time. At six or seven. And apparently, Dean bullseyed every single one of the bottles on the fence. And John gave him this-

G: [laughs] Do you believe that?

C: I... I think the writers believe it and Dean believe it, but it seems highly unlikely.

G: Literally.

C: Like, shooting a gun is hard, right? The rebound or whatever against your shoulder is like, a lot of force. Like, a six-year-old would probably just fall over.

G: I mean, I don't know if these writers have ever met a fucking six-year-old. [both laugh] But like, they are literally the clumsiest, you know, most- you don't give a six-year-old a gun.

C: Yeah.

G: So I think that's a testament on John being an asshole.

C: Right.

G: But also, I guess, specifically, I just don't think it's true! I think Dean- I think Dean is misremembering something.

C: Yeah. I guess my first thought when I heard that was like, that Dean was gonna say afterwards, "Of course, I only did that because I'd been like, secretly practicing at night while he was asleep or gone so that I could like, impress him later," but he didn't say it. We're just supposed to believe that he got all them first shot.

He says, "He gave me this smile, like... I don't know." And Jo says, "He must have been proud." And Dean asks about her dad, and she says that, "Well, I was really young when he died, but I remember him coming home from a hunt. He'd burst through that door like Steve McQueen [G starts laughing] or something. And he'd sweep me up in his arms-"

G: Is McQueen an old reference?

C: I don't- who is Steve McQueen?

G: [laughing] He's the guy from Cars.

C: No, that's Lightning McQueen. [G laughing]

G: Really? [both laughing] Oh noo!

C: Okay, Steve McQueen appears to be an actor in the 1960s. [both laughing] He's not the car from Cars.

[laughing] So true, though. Literally, her talking about her dead dad- "he would bust into that door like Lightning McQueen [both laughing] from Cars."

G: Oh, Jesus Christ. [laughing]

C: So she says, "And he'd sweep me up in his arms, and I'd breathe in that old leather jacket of his." Oh, leather jackets and hunters. Why? And she says, "And my mom, who was sour and pissed from the minute he left, she started smiling again. And we were... we were a family. You want to know why I want to the job? For him. It's my way of being close to him. Now tell me. What's wrong with that?" And Dean, who looks quite moved, says, "Nothing."

G: A part of me was like- oh Dean- I don't remember this conversation, so I was like, "Oh, maybe Dean will say that, like, your dad would have wanted you to be safe," and I would have- that would have pissed me off.

C: Yeah.

G: So I'm glad that he didn't. I'm glad that he said "There's nothing wrong with that," you know, "remembering your father is okay."

C: Yeah, agreed.

Though, I mean, unfortunately, like, so, sorry Jo, but the only thing I could think of during this scene was how in The Winchesters script, [laughing] John volunteered for the Vietnam War so he could feel closer to his dad.

G: Noo! This is different. This is different.

C: It is absolutely different, but like, yeah. I just- I just think that people. Yeah, I'm glad that Jo has picked a better thing to do to honor her dad than volunteer for the fucking Vietnam War.

Sam comes in and interrupts the moment. [laughing] The transcript says, "Sam bursts through the door like Steve McQueen or something." [both laughing]

G: [laughing] Like Lightning McQueen.

C: Yeah, exactly.

If anything, I- who do you think in Supernatural is the Lightning McQueen of Supernatural?

G: I've never watched Cars.

C: Oh, okay.

G: Which is probably why I thought Steve McQueen was Lightning McQueen.

C: Yeah. I guess his whole thing is just that he's like, overconfident and full of himself and he needs to be taken down a notch by visiting a small town and befriending the cars there.

G: Oh, definitely Cas, then.

C: He's not- Cas isn't like, full of himself and like, being a rock star, though. Ugh, alright, I can see that.

Yeah, [laughing] I think that the fictional character Jensen Ackles from the Supernatural episode “The French Mistake” is the Lightning McQueen of Supernatural.

G: [laughing] Oh my god, now I'm thinking a Cars Destiel AU. [C laughs] I'm sure someone has done it. Wait, let me look up. "Destiel Cars AU."

C: Yeah, no, you're right. I feel like people could definitely cast Dean as Mater and Cas as Lightning McQueen, or the other way around.

G: Like, Cas is like, a guy that like, shows up in a small town to learn car vanity [laughing], you know? So.

C: Yeah. Yeah, Dean's the rusty pickup truck that he befriends. Or Dean is like, the pretty blue Porsche who Lightning McQueen's actual love interest is.

G: No, he's definitely the fucking rusty truck.

C: [laughing] Yeah.

G: And he's like- and Cas is like, to his sports car family, like, "Look at this handsome car that I found on earth!" [C laughing] and they're all, like, "He's literally the ugliest motherfucker I've ever seen."

C: [laughing] I hope Dean's, like, butt-ugly by angel standards.

G: [laughing] I know.

C: You know the Lord of the Rings, like, "ach, nae, but I love him" Tumblr post?

G: Yeah.

C: About how, like, Legolas might be super ugly by dwarf standards? That's Destiel.

G: Exactly.

C: Did you find any Cars AUs of Destiel?

G: There's just like, you know, they're like, making out on top of the car.

C: Boo. Not the same thing.

C: Alright, so Dean asks, "Where's the coffee?" And Sam doesn't answer, he just says, "There were cops outside. Another girl disappeared."

G: So in the motel room, the- I was gonna say "the boys," but they're not the boys. In the motel room, Sam, Dean, and Jo are looking over their notes once again, and they're discussing what happened to Teresa, who is the woman who got taken by the ghost earlier. Dean is still confused as to who it may be because the history of the building is clean. Like, no one has died a bad death in this building. And Jo, who's very smart, picks up a picture of the lot that the building was built on, like, from years past, and she says, "Maybe we're looking at the wrong place. Check this out." And she shows the picture of the empty field, but beside the empty field is a building with bars on the window. And they realize that they're next to a prison. Or at least the building was when it was built. Jo calls up Ash, who she threatens. [laughs] Like, we only see the tail end of the call, and she's like, "If you breathe a word of this to my mom. Yeah, that's right. I will. With pliers." [both laugh] And I was like, "Go Jo!"

C: Yeah.

G: I love a woman who threatens violence.

So the prison is called Moyamensing Prison, and it was torn down in 1963, so it's not around anymore. And they used to execute people by hanging them in the empty field next door. So this place is probably full of spirits who were hanged by the prison. They got a list, and during this scene, we have a shot of the laptop, and then panning to Sam, and we see very clearly his hand, which is on a cast.

C: Yeah.

G: I was like, "Cool, bro. Cool cast, bro." [C laughs] And they have 157 names running on their laptop right now, and they're talking about narrowing it down when Sam finds a name that looks familiar. Herman Webster Mudgett. And Sam's like, "Wait, hold on. Isn't that H.H. Holmes' real name?"

C: I love that Sam's a true crime girl.

G: Yeah. I'm kind of offended that they made Dean know who H.H. Holmes is-

C: Yeah.

G: Or I guess like, knowing him is like, fine, but the kicker is that Sam knew his real name, so like, true crime buff galore. I love it. I love- I love this scene. It's like, this is the beginnings of a truly Sam character trait.

C: Yeah.

G: And the thing is like, it's so- I feel like it's so in character for Sam to be a true crime buff. Like, of course he fucking is, you know? Apparently, this H.H. Holmes guy was executed back in 1896 in this lot. And Dean explains to Jo, who doesn't know this guy, who this guy is. And he is the reason why the term multimurderer was invented, America's first serial killer, 27 murders but probably a lot more. "His victim of choice was pretty, petite blondes. He used chloroform to kill them, which is what I smelled in the hallway last night." And I was like, "Oh, that sucks that Dean knows what chloroform smells like."

C: Yeah, when do you think he was chloroformed?

G: I would rather not think about it, I feel.

C: Fair.

G: But yeah. So that's the pin we put there earlier. He knows what chloroform smells like. What a sad man.

C: I mean, maybe he just like, has chloroformed monsters on hunts before, though, you know? Like, maybe it was never in his face.

G: How?

C: I don't know, maybe he ran into a werewolf, and he was like, let's like, get you passed out.

G: Does chloroform kill? Because I thought chloroform was like, passing out agent.

C: Me too, yeah. Maybe if you hold it over their face long enough, they'll die of suffocation and the chloroform will also be there. [laughing] "I to am in this murder." [both laugh]

G: Yeah. Jo says, "Oh, we can just salt and burn the boats, then," but apparently [laughs], as foreshadowed by my comment- last episode?- where I said- or was it a couple of episodes ago-

C: Oh, yeah.

G: - where I said that, in the Philippines graves are covered by concrete. This guy's grave is covered by concrete, so they can bury- they can't unbury the bones and burn it.

So, Sam brings out the Murder Castle, which is a place that H.H. Holmes built, where he- where it's basically a death factory. That's what Sam calls it. Like, trap doors, acid vats. Inside the walls, there are like, people kept in them, and, like, they die out of hunger.

And so Jo realizes that Teresa might still be alive, she just may be inside the walls. So they go to search for Theresa inside the walls.

C: Yeah. I guess a quick factcheck on H.H. Holmes- the Murder Castle has been greatly exaggerated, there were no like, acid pits or whatever. Like, he did kill quite a few people, but it never really was because he liked murdering that much.

G: It was for money.

C: Like, he seemed to just want fun and profit, and he'd just like, kill like, his business partners. And also he'd kill, like, mistresses and stuff because he sucked. And also like, I didn't find any evidence that he went after blondes specifically. Like, that's a common serial killer thing, but it's not an H.H. Holmes thing. So.

G: Yeah.

C: I mean, I guess charitably they just like, made that up for this episode so that Jo could come along. [G laughs] Uncharitably, they just- I don't know. You know. It's just a fucking- they do- they just wanted to watch blonde women suffer because [laughing] Supernatural is the number one employer of blonde women in the US.

G: I am- I feel bitter that it's inaccurate, because Sam is- Sam would know better, you know.

C: Yeah. Sam would know better. But maybe in the Supernatural universe, H.H. Holmes, in fact, had all this shit.

G: [laughs] Yeah, exactly.

C: Yeah. I will change the world so that Sam can be correct.

We cut to Dean and Jo. Again. "Who give a fuck about Sam?" should be the title of this episode, 'cause they clearly don't. [both laugh]

We cut to Dean and Jo inside the walls, going around, looking for places Theresa might be hidden. Jo's presumably on the phone with Sam, who can't find anything. They reach a passageway that's too narrow for Dean to get through, but Jo is able to squeeze past him. And as she does that, Dean says-

G: Yeah.

C: "Ugh. Should've cleaned the pipes!" You don't say that out loud, Dean! That's so fucking rude!

G: I know! [laughing] Keep that shit to yourself, bro!

C: [laughing] Keep that shit to yourself, bro. Also, you were sleeping on the couch in the living room, like, so yeah, it's good that you didn't clean the pipes.

Yeah, Jo goes, "What?" and Dean says, "Uh... I wish the pipes were cleaner." And then Jo just says, "Shut up."

G: And then Jo- Jo fucking elbows him, so, go Jo. [laughs]

C: Yeah, so she decides that she's gonna go through the passageway alone, despite Dean's protests, and she keeps going. They're no longer able to see each other, so Dean calls her. She keeps heading down dark and grimy passageways and finds an air duct that she starts heading down. Dean tells her to not- to like, stay up here, etc, etc., and Jo says, "We've gotta find this girl, don't we? I'm okay." How do we think- what do we think Jo is thinking here? Is like- do we think that she's actually this fixated on the hunt? Also, why doesn't she have a salt gun on her?

G: I think, you know, she has something to prove, so. I mean, of course, there's the whole like, "We've gotta save Teresa," but I think a lot of her motivation stems from "I've got to prove myself to my mom, to Dean and Sam." [laughing] Oh my god, the Samgirls are coming for my head because I said "Dean and Sam." [laughing]

C: Yeah, no, it's okay. Samgirls, it's okay. Grey just said that 'cause Dean's, the most misogynistic, so Jo would be thinking of him first in terms of who to prove herself to.

G: No, exactly! That's exactly why I said that.

C: Yeah. So she is being a bit reckless or at least like, trying to tamp down her feelings of fear. She also might be feeling a bit embarrassed because when they were explaining H.H. Holmes, and she didn't know who he was, like, I guess she probably felt kind of dumb not knowing who he was and also like, being a bit scared hearing about him. So she's like, over-performing right now.

G: Yeah.

C: Ugh, sorry Jo. So Jo goes down the air duct, and she's on like, a lower level of the building now, and she sees ectoplasm start coming out of the wall cracks. And Dean's asking, "What is it? Jo!" and he hears her scream over the phone. He starts running down to near where she was and starts beating the shit out of this wall. Does- where- is the landlord not hearing any of this? Like, I'm assuming he lives in the building.

G: I was like, "Literally, how did they leave this fucking building? It's so wild!"

C: Yeah, like, you're not getting your deposit back, and also, like, geez.

G: It's so wild what they do to this fucking building and to the lawn outside of this building, like. They're really just fucking ruining the place. [both laugh]

C: I mean like, that's fine, we hate landlords, but also, like, ow!

Dean finally makes it through a wall and sees that Jo is missing. Her cell phone's on the floor, alone. Dun dun dun.

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G: Yeah, so Dean is running up the hallway when he bumps against Sam, and he relays that the Mr. Holmes has got Jo because he left her alone. And he is obviously very upset about this whole ordeal. I mean, obviously, he should be, but it's upset in a way that's like, blaming himself. He thinks it's his fault. I mean, it kinda is. [both laugh] So Sam says, "Oh, we'll just look for her inside the walls," and Dean says, "Walls? She's not inside a wall, since we checked all the walls and Teresa's not there." So back in the apartment, they talk about what's going on with this entire case when Ellen calls. And she says, "You lied to me. She's there. Ash told me everything. So put my damn daughter on the phone." And Dean says, "She's gonna call you back. [laughs] She's taking care of feminine business."

C: Jesus Christ. You can just say that-

G: Dean. Dean. What does he mean by that? What do you think he's implying?

C: I think that, like, she's like, changing her pad or tampon in the bathroom, I think. [G laughs] You could just say that she's in the bathroom.

G: Anyway, Ellen demands to talk to Jo. Dean says, finally, "Look, we'll get her back." And then he says that the spirit they're hunting took her. And then he says, "She'll be okay. I promise." And Ellen says, "You promise. That is not the first time I've heard that from a Winchester." Ooh.

C: Go Ellen, but also, ah, god.

G: I know.

C: This episode must suck for her so bad.

G: Yeah. It sucks, especially the end, right? Like, it sucks for Ellen and Jo. And you feel it too. Like, you feel it through the screen that like, it sucks for them. Anyway, we'll talk about when we get to it.

Ellen says she's gonna take the first flight out, and she will be there in a couple of hours. Dean is, you know, very upset about all this.

Sam figures out that in the Murder Castle, he didn't just hide people inside the walls, he also hid them in the basement. Dean remarks that there's no basement in this place, Sam says, "But there's like, a weird sewage system that's not in use anymore," and Dean's immediately like, "Okay, let's fucking go."

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C: So we cut to Jo, stuck in the sewer system. She is in like, some small, dark place lying down. So she turns on her flashlight and sees how small the space is, and she also sees that like, I guess the wall in front of her has a bunch of fingernail scratches and blood in it, like, there's been a lot of people in there who have tried to scratch their way out.

G: I know. It's a good visual.

C: Yeah.

G: And the way she starts crying immediately afterwards is like, "Oh, no!" Like, you really feel her dread, really feel her, I don't know, kind of regret, I feel.

C: Yeah.

G: It's- like, the visual is very good. Like, when it happened, I literally was like, "[loud gasp] Noo!" like, you know? I was really invested.

C: Mm-hm. Yeah. So like you said, she starts crying a little bit, but then she like, sorta scrubs her face and takes a deep breath so that she can pull herself together to investigate further. Which, yeah, I think was a good moment. Like, I think that the parts where we do see Jo hunting, they do a good job of showing like, "She's new at this, but she's like, still good at it, and, like, we're not gonna make fun of her for her moments of distress."

G: Yeah.

C: So she- there's like, a little slit in a wall next to her, so she can see out. Which is just like, a big round room with a lot of other like, little boxes where people can be in. She hears a noise, and it's Teresa. So they greet each other, and then Jo says, "This won't make you feel better, but I'm here to rescue you." [laughs] Yeah, I think there's quite a few visual parallels to Sam in [both] "The Benders." Yeah. Also in a cage like, "[laughs] Hi, I'm here to rescue you. Whoops!" But Teresa's luckily a better cellmate than whatever that guy's name was.

Teresa says, like, "Oh, god, he's out here. He's gonna kill us." And Jo reassures her that Sam and Dean are looking for them and will rescue them. And then we hear footsteps from the spirit coming, and they quiet down. And then, the fucking creepy hand goes through the slit and grabs Jo's hair, and she's like, screaming and like, crying as it like, rips a chunk of her hair off. It's like, it's very visceral.

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G: Sam and Dean are in some field beside the building, and they have a metal detector and a shovel. And Sam stops over one spot where the metal detector is buzzing, and they start digging. They uncover a metal trap door. They open it up, they take their weapons, and they start climbing down the fucking sewer.

In the prison area sewer thing, Jo is in her cell. She hears footsteps approach, and the man is beside her again. He starts talking to her, and this is when you kind of realize that this ghost is different from a lot of other ghosts we've seen before, because he is a solid person. The guy is like, very creepy. He goes, "You're so pretty. So beautiful." And then he creeps a hand inside the cell and starts touching her shoulder, touching her neck. And she turns away. And then turns right back and stabs his hand with her knife, which is made of pure iron, so it stings him. Sam and Dean are still crawling through the sewers. You see, like, the sewer water where they're crawling, [laughs] and it's pretty funky disgusting.

Jo's still in her cell, and she was wondering whether Holmes is gone when he starts grabbing her again, and he puts a hand over her mouth, so he's chloroforming her. When suddenly, Sam and Dean come in and shoots Holmes right in the chest. And he disappears. Dean gets a crowbar and starts unlocking Jo's cell, passes the crowbar to Sam, who unlocks Teresa's cell.

Dean tells Jo, "Hey, remember when you said you wanted to be bait? I think that's our best idea right now."

C: Which is like- they're not even offering her any comfort before, like, going right into that? Like, she's clearly shaken up!

G: I know!

C: Ugh, yeah. Also, like, I guess I'm just kind of annoyed that we had two episodes in a row where the bad guys' main trait is like, trying to sexually assault women. We don't need that that often. Like, calm down a little bit.

G: I think here, it's like, like you said, they did it that way so that Jo can participate, but like, you know, like, Supernatural has this thing where like, "Oh, if a Black person is in the episode, it's like, they're being hunted because they're Black." And with Jo, it's like, "She's being hunted because she's a woman and she's the monster's type." And it's like, you can do this without that. Like, this, this guy can just be hunting people, period. Like, you know.

C: Yeah.

G: But I guess they wouldn't be able to do the bait thing that they did that.

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C: So we cut to Jo, and she's like, sitting alone in the middle of the room. And she's like, clearly freaked out, but she's staying still as the ghost appears behind her and then starts walking towards her. And then, once he gets like, really, really close, Dean yells, "Now!" and Jo sort of rolls out of the way. Sam and Dean shoot at something on the walls. And then, apparently, they put up a bunch of bags of salt on the wall which all like, burst open and create a perfect little circle of salt around Holmes, so he's trapped.

G: Hell yeah, dude.

C: How hard did it take- like, how difficult was it to like, set that up?

G: I know. Like, salt is heavy.

C: I feel like there's probably be a- yeah. And there'd probably be like, a gap in the circle. Like, how'd they get the circle so nice? Still a fun idea, though. And Holmes starts like, [laughing] screaming, crying, throwing up about this.

G: Basically.

C: Yeah, he's like, really upset. I guess because it's like, like, not as cool of a quote unquote "kill" or like, defeat with the monster, they had to like, really show him suffering about it so you could feel triumph. And it is nice to see him screaming, crying, throwing up. So, as they head out, Jo yells, "Scream all you want, you dick, but there's no way you're stepping over that salt!" And I'm glad that she got the last line in this scene, 'cause like, she deserves it.

G: Yeah. Fascinating that she says dick instead of "son of a bitch."

C: This is gender studies.

G: [laughs] This is gender studies.

C: Yeah, does Jo ever say "bitch" in this episode?

G: No, I don't think so.

C: Okay. Yeah. So.

G: So they do know that it's like, weirdly gendered, the way they use "bitch" in the show, if they won't let the female character say it.

C: Yeah. Well.

G: Great. [laughs] This is gender studies. [both laugh]

C: Yes, it is.

G: Anyway, back in the street, Sam and Jo are standing over the grate. Sam asks Jo, "Oh, did you think this would be as glamorous as you thought it would be?" And Jo says, "Except for the pee-your-pants terror, yeah. That Teresa girl's gonna have a life because of us. It's worth it, isn't it?" Sam agrees. [sighs] This is their only interaction.

C: Yeah.

G: The entire episode.

C: They also have like, a cute moment in the back of the Impala.

G: Oh, yeah! That's not an interaction, though.

C: Yeah.

G: That's just- whatever that was. Anyway.

Jo asks the question that everyone has wanted to ask, which is "What if somebody goes down there and finds the guy? Or the storm washes the salt away?" And Sam says, "Oh, that's why we're waiting here." And by waiting, he means waiting for a fucking cement truck, bro! [both laugh] And a cement truck that Dean is driving pulls up, and they start cementing down the sewer thing. Dean says, "That oughta keep him down there till Hell freezes over." And I was confused as to how this works, exactly.

C: Yeah.

G: Because this thing is a spirit.

C: Yeah.

G: Which is- I guess that's why like, I kept on saying earlier that he's still concrete, he's so solid. Like, I think that's what they were trying to do. Like, this spirit, because he has ectoplasm, he's like, physically- it's a physical manifestation. He can be trapped by physical means.

C: Right.

G: Yeah. I think that's what they were trying to do. It's still a bit weird that this works.

C: Yeah. I'll take it, I guess, but yeah, the lore's-

G: Also, there's not enough cement in that fucking cement truck to fill up this whole thing.

C: [laughs] Right.

G: What is going on, Supernatural?

C: I guess like, as long as they just block off all the entrances, like, he can't leave. Like, he'll have like, some space to run around in.

G: "Hotel California"-core.

C: [laughs] Yeah.

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C: Next, we cut to the Impala. Dean is driving, Jo and Sam are in the backseat- backseat boys! And Ellen is sitting next to Dean. [G starts laughing] Ellen looks fucking pissed.

G: [laughing] The reveal that Ellen is the one sitting next to Dean had me screaming and crying. Like, oh my god, they relegated Sam to the fucking backseat, that's so fucking funny! But like, I get it. Like, when my parents drive like, usually it's a mom and dad in front, right? But when a grandparent rides the car, they get front seat privileges. So like, I get it. But it's still so fucking funny!

C: I mean, because if we were doing the normal configurations, it would be Ellen and Jo in the backseat, and they would be like, fighting by now.

G: Oh, yeah, that makes sense. So Dean like, "Oh, Ellen, you take the front seat. Sam, you be the human barrier between these two." [both laugh]

C: Yeah.

Dean is trying to lighten the mood, and he tells Ellen, "Man, you really weren't kidding about flying out, were you?" And Ellen continues just staring straight ahead grimly. And Jo sort of looks at Sam and raises an eyebrow at him, and they sort of smile at each other, and it's a cute moment. Dean's like, "How about we listen to some music?" And he turns on the radio, and like, a second later, Ellen just like- her hand shoots out and she turns it off.

G: You don't recognize the song, because you didn't acknowledge it. It's "Cold As Ice" by Foreigner. [laughs] And like, the first line is "you're cold as ice," and it's like [laughs], it's just such a funny like, music choice for this moment, because, like, of course, you know, Ellen is literally cold as ice. And it's- it's extremely funny. I did burst out laughing.

C: [laughs] Yeah.

So Dean just sort of sighs and goes, "Well, this is gonna be a long drive."

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G: So, in the Roadhouse, Ellen and Jo come in, followed by Sam and Dean. Dean says, you know, "This is my fault, Ellen. Jo did good up there. Her dad would be proud." And Ellen goes up and like-

C: Worst thing for him to say.

G: "Don't fucking say that." And then she says, "I need a moment with my daughter. Alone." Sam and Dean go outside, and Jo starts trying to defend herself, saying that she's okay, she's alive, Ellen's angry, but she understands... Ellen finally says what she is truly upset about, which is that Jo let Sam and Dean use her as bait. Jo says, "They were right there. They were backing me up the whole time." Ellen says, "This is why you do not have the sense to do this job. You're trusting your life to them." Jo's very confused. Ellen says, "Like father, like sons. This is what I'm talking about." Jo says, "John? I thought you and John were friends." And Ellen immediately retracts, and I was like, "What a good heart Ellen has that she's like, 'oh, John got my husband killed, but I still won't talk shit about him.'"

C: Yeah.

G: Like, this is portrayed as a moment of weakness for her that she immediately retracts. And it's like, "Oh my god! What a nice person!"

C: Yeah.

G: And Jo confronts her still. Like, "Mom, what are you not telling me?"

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C: So we cut to the outside, where Sam and Dean are waiting. Jo comes out. She's clearly upset. She walks by them without saying a word, so Dean follows her. And he asks, "That bad, huh?" And Jo starts trying to shake him off, saying, "Not right now." When Dean, like, I guess, like, touches her arm and tells her to talk to him, she yells, like, "Get off me!" And Dean says, "Yeah, okay, sorry. See you around." And he starts leaving. But then Jo says, "Dean. Turns out my dad had a partner on his last hunt. He usually worked alone. This guy did too. But I guess my father figured he could trust him. Mistake. Guy screwed up, got my dad killed." And Dean says, "What does this have to do with me?" And Jo says, "It was your father, Dean." And Dean's shocked, but Jo continues, saying, "Why do you think John never came back? Never told you about us? Because he couldn't look my mom in the eye after, that's why." And she tells Dean like, "Just get out of here. Just leave." And she starts walking away again. And the episode closes on, like, Dean looking pensive. Boo. I'm sick of Dean shots.

G: This is not about Dean. This is not about Dean.

C: It's not about Dean. It should have been on Jo's face at the end.

G: Yeah, so that's the end scene. What do you- do you have anything to say about that reveal?

C: I think they did a good job working up to it. Like, it was pretty obvious, but like, it was also kinda of the point of episode. I guess I'm curious to see what will happen as an aftermath of that reveal.

G: Yeah. I like the reveal, but it didn't feel that strong to me because I just have seen this before and know what's gonna happen, so it's like, "Eh, yeah." But I bet if this is like, a first time, like, that reveal that John fucked up so bad, and that's why Ellen and Jo remain separate from Sam and Dean for so long, it's like, "Oh, well that sucks!" You know?

C: Yeah.

G: So it's a good reveal, yeah.

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G: So what do you think about this episode?

C: Definitely better than last episode. I liked that Jo got a chance to shine, and I like that they like, actually made her a person. [laughs]

G: Yeah.

C: Yeah. Like, there's still some aspects of the case that I didn't like, but like, at least if you're looking at Jo vs Tracy, like, it's no fucking contest. Yeah, I think it's a good setup for future, like, Sam-Dean-Jo-Ellen relations.

G: I agree. I like this episode. I think, you know, like, I think they really expand on Jo and Ellen, and they feel- I mean, they also did feel like real people then, just people we didn't know. And now they are people we are getting to know! And that's really fun.

C: Yeah.

G: Best Line/Worst Line. What's your best line? I'll start, alright?

My best line is the one that I said earlier, when Ellen said- Jo says, like, “John? I thought you and John were friends," and Ellen says, "Yeah, we were. I'm sorry- I didn't mean-" That line is so character building, like, for the reasons I said earlier. But also, the idea that this is what happened between John and Mr. Harvelle, and yet the way Ellen welcomed Sam and Dean is still so open arms, you know? Like, it's very touching to think that there's so much baggage, so much history, and yet they just think of themselves as, you know, "We are a unit." Like, "it is essential that we stick together, especially now that there's like," as she said last episode, "a war coming." I think it's really good foundation for the relationship and adds complexity, especially to Ellen's character.

C: Yeah. I think my best line might just be when like, Dean says, like, “Yeah, I like the job because I'm a little twisted," and Jo says, "You don't think I'm a little twisted too?" Like, it's on the nose, but it's a good moment of like, "We are going to make sure that this character is a person."

G: For worst line. Hm. I think I'll go for "I should have cleaned the pipes." [C laughs] I groaned in real life. I was like, "Ughh, Dean. Come on!"

C: Yeah. Keep that shit to yourself.

G: What's your worst line?

C: I guess I'm gonna go with [laughing] "Sweetheart, this ain't gender studies." [both laugh]

G: And it's your worst line because it is gender studies.

C: Yeah, it literally is gender studies, all the time.

G: Yeah. So, IMDB rating. What is your IMDB rating for this episode?

C: See, I liked this one, but I also, again, know that Jo was pretty unpopular with viewers during the time.

G: Boo!

C: Yeah, so I feel like some people would rate it lower just 'cause they're like, "I don't like, care about this character and I don't like how much of a like, focus she got," but like, I thought it was pretty good. So I think I'm just gonna guess an 8.5 because it's definitely better than “Simon Said,” and that got an 8.5. So. Yeah, 8.5

G: Yeah, I... considering everything, I think I rated "Si-" do you remember how I read “Simon Said”?

C: I think, did you say like, an 8.3?

G: Mm, okay. So it makes sense- okay. I think I'm gonna rate this 8.4, not because I don't like it as much as you do, but just because I think, you know, it's a monster of the week, and we've seen how monster of the weeks this season are treated, like, rating-wise. So I'm lowballing it a bit, but I do think it deserves, like, an 8.5 or higher if so.

Okay, let's look!

Oh. It's an 8.2.

C: Aww. Okay. Sad.

G: Which is not that bad.

C: Yeah. But it's just weird that it's been like, like, episode one was like, a 9 something, and then it was-

G: Oh no!

C: - flat at 8.2 everywhere except for a 7.9 for "Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things" and then a spike of 8.5 for "Simon Said." Like, that's not the direction that this like, line plot should be going in.

G: Yeah, I- this one review rates it 6 over 10 and says that they don't understand why Jo was hated before, but now they do.

C: What?? What did she do wrong?

G: Because- they think the writers screwed up Jo's character because she's too young for Dean, he only sees her as an inexperienced schoolgirl, a younger sister who has a chance for a normal life and a mother who wants more for her. How is that-?

C: What does that have to do with Jo? Like, that's- that's Dean's shit. I don't understand.

G: Oh my god. "Jo is no doubt a tough girl. She has a knife collection! But not too tough to be a hunter. The girl tries too hard, but I don't really know. Is it whether to make her daddy proud, or to impress Dean and make him see her as an equal?"

C: Boo!! Boo!

G: "All in all, Jo is not a good hunter. She has no solid plan hunting the ghost, she was too scared when it got her, and, if not for the boys, she would certainly be dead." Fuck off! The amount of time Sam and Dean would be dead-

C: Boo! Boo! You think that Sam and Dean don't almost die in every episode too?

G: They- another one rates 6 over 10 and says that Jo is also trying too hard. [C screams] "I like the show best when it's just the two brothers hunting together." Fuck off.

C: Ugh. God.

G: Why do we keep on reading IMDB reviews, Crystal? [both laugh] These people do not have our big brains.

C: So we can understand why- exactly. They did not. This person just said that they think that Jo went on the hunt because of Dean?

G: The fuck-

C: What's wrong with- she put together the file, she was gonna go herself before! Like, Dean going was like, an obstacle to her plans. Fuck off.

G: Ah. More complaints about how Dean and Jo end up becoming like, strongly platonic, and they start off romantic, so that's like, not in character for them. I've said this before, but like, I don't see a problem with that!

C: Yeah. it's fine.

G: They realize later on that it's not romantic. I think that's fine.

C: Yeah, I also think that's fine.

G: I feel like the problem- not the problem, but like, a perspective that we take when we watch Supernatural is, like, we acknowledge the writers- [both laugh] I mean, god knows, we acknowledge the fucking writers- but we do see the characters as people.

C: Mm-hmm.

G: I feel like that's a difference that we have from the reviewers. Like, they see it as like, writing choices. And we do as well, like, we talked about how this writing choice, that writing choice, blah blah blah. But we like to really settle in, and take a, you know, a jacuzzi on- [laughing] what am I saying? I mean like, we're like, we're like, stewing. Yeah, that's what I'm saying. We're like, stewing on the characters as people.

C: Yeah.

G: So I think that's the difference. Like, a real person, a real relationship that goes from romantic to platonic could make sense. But I guess, in writing, it does seem a little bit off that this is where they start, and the writers just forget, you know?

C: Yeah.

C: The last review on this page is correct. They gave it 9 and then just said, "With Jo, which is a good character." So true!

G: Yeah, exactly.

C: That's all you have to say, and that's the right amount of stars.

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