#Benny was horrified and then he was in love

[therealslimshakespeare]

I also think Lu turns into such a yapper around Benny which is so cute cause she’s shy

You’re really gonna make me show you the shitty thing I wrote today aren’t you? Because yapper Lu is real. And there’s so much more before this and they’re so dumb and it’s probs not even canon but I wanted to write them and this is before they’ve “caught feelings.” Yeah right

TWC sneak peak: Benny x Lu

When Benny turns his face to her she blushes hot even in the freshwater lake, he looks like he’s caught her at something she shouldn’t be doing, a chiding look of kindness but it reminds her she shouldn’t be treading water and staring at his face like she loves him. If only he could see himself. He’d understand it then. Anyone would.

It’s Benny. And it’s perfect and before he pulls his head up fully he lets himself sink a little and does a slow lazy flip in the water and she feels him tickle her foot on the way back up.

It’s much the same laying on the toasty flat limestone rocks on the lakeshore. Benny and her, burning their backs on the rock, tender bellies getting scorched by late afternoon sun, underwear drying out as crispy as the grass. He’s got his eyes closed again, lashes fanned out on freckling cheeks. And Lu is watching him once more and thinking how much she’d like to be a couple of lazy lizards with Benny.

She snickers at the thought.

“What’s that?” he hums.

Lu shakes her head, disbelieving that she’s about to embarrass herself like this but at least he still has his eyes closed, “I was thinking that we’re a pair of lizards.” And that she’d like to keep being a lizard with him and have a lizard family.

Benny doesn’t laugh at her, his nose crinkles in a mildly disgusted way but he looks like he’s gotta agree despite it all, she feels so fuzzy by that. “I think my back is gonna stay on the rock when I sit up.”

The clasps of her bra are digging into her spine but, otherwise it’s burning and fabulous and she wants to stay forever. The look on his face, lazily tilted towards hers on the rock with his eyes half masted and open, agrees so eloquently Lu wants to— she doesn’t know. So she settles with reaching out and resting her hand on the browned meat of his pretty shoulder. Benny’s eyes droop further and they chide her ever so gently for the fire it ignites in them both all at once, and Lu would love to be two lizards and stay here forever.

[dykedvonte]

Yes-Man resents a lot of things but I feel like he kinda liked Benny. It’s never implied Benny had the knowledge to continuously upgrade or update him after Emily so I like to think Yes-Man respected Benny enough to adopt some of his opinions willingly.

Like personality wise, Yes-Man is like if Benny was forced to be a kiss ass; he’s equally pointed and jerky even if unendingly helpful. No matter if you spare the Great Khans, Yes-Man dislikes them and is kinda violent about things. What this says about Benny and the way he talked about things behind the scenes is one thing but the other is Yes-Man ingrained it enough to keep it.

I can imagine Benny mentioning Vegas was for them and while Yes-Man is logical, as any machine would be, I think it’s sweet if the personable part of his programming was looking forward to running Vegas with his “creator”.

[eiightysixbaby]

eat your heart out

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

in which eddie masters valentine’s day through the art of eating pussy

cw: 18+ ONLY — SMUT oral (f receiving)

a/n: an early valentine from me to all of u. mwah mwah hope u enjoy ❤️

Eddie Munson doesn't really know what to do when it comes to Valentine's Day.

It's not like he's an idiot; he understands that typically a romantic dinner or a bouquet of flowers and some chocolates are the perfect show of appreciation and affection.

But those things are typically reserved for your girlfriend, and you're not his girlfriend.

But you're also, like, not not his girlfriend.

Eddie doesn't really know what you are, and that's the issue. It started off with you guys just hooking up. Late nights in his van parked behind the school or in a dark part of some neighborhood. Quickies in the bathroom during a break in Hellfire sessions. But it's slowly started to morph into... something else? Eddie isn't one hundred percent sure, but he's noticed that you come over more often, and you don't just want to jump his bones and leave.

Sometimes you guys don't even fuck anymore. Sometimes you invite him over just to watch movies, or he'll ask you to go for a drive with him. You hold his hand under the table when you go out to Benny's diner with the friend group, and Steve keeps waggling his eyebrows at him suggestively every time he catches you two sitting extremely close to each other. Which just makes Eddie blush like a loser.

And, every time you two are about to part ways, you look like you really want to kiss him before he goes.

And sure, you guys have kissed before. He's not about to hook up with you without at least kissing you stupid first. But this is different. You've been looking at him like you just want to kiss him, with nothing to come afterwards.

It all makes him sweat if he thinks about it for too long.

So for now, in the midst of his anxious unwillingness to ask you the horrifying 'What are we?', he's simply decided to show his appreciation for you on Valentine's Day with the one thing he's certain you'll love. He can deal with his feelings and stuff, later.

Your hand fists its way into his hair, fingers gripping his unruly curls like they're the only thing still tethering you to earth. His knees press into the worn carpeting of the trailer, his mouth latched to your cunt while his hands keep the fabric of your skirt rucked up at your waist.

You’re standing with your back pressed against the kitchen counter, your sneakers still on. He barely gave you a moment to settle yourself upon arrival before he was on you like a bad rash.

What can he say? When it all comes down to it, he’s a simple man, and you’re his favorite meal.

“Eddie,” you sigh, tilting your head back in bliss.

His tongue swipes its way through your folds before finding your clit and sucking on it. He can feel your body tremble, your knees nearly buckling with the overwhelming sense of pleasure.

His big brown eyes chance a glance up at you, at the exact moment you’re looking down at him. Your lips part in a moan, his tongue flicking rapidly at your clit, though he’s not sure if it’s that or the eye contact that forced the sound from you.

He’s guessing the latter, because something in your gaze feels different. The entire moment feels different.

Before, being intimate with you felt reckless, hot. Now it’s like he’s spilling every word he hasn’t said to you into the space between your thighs, hoping you’ll read his secret code. Hoping desperately that he’s not seeing this wrong, that you actually do like him as much as he realizes he likes you.

He needs to chill before he whispers an I love you right here on his knees.

He breaks your gaze after a moment or two, letting his eyes fall closed once more. He can taste how wet you are, he’s lapping up your arousal with every swipe of his tongue, and he honestly would kind of be okay with dying right here. His face is completely buried in you, nose bumping your clit, tongue on a mission to be as deep inside of you as possible.

You let your hips buck, nearly grinding on his face as he licks and sucks and bites, his ringed fingers squeezing the meat of your ass now.

“Eddie, ohmygod,” you cry, your white knuckle grip on the countertop keeping you from collapsing.

“What is it, baby?” he asks sweetly, kitten licking your sensitive bud before taking it between his lips and sucking.

That’s another thing, he’s started calling you all of these pet names lately. And the more he does it, the more he finds he doesn’t want to stop. He might actually be physically incapable of stopping.

“Feels so good, I—” you gasp at the sudden intrusion of two of his fingers. “I fucking love you,” you rasp out, your body reaching its peak at the exact moment the words escape you.

Eddie’s eyes shoot up to look at you, going impossibly wide. Yet he doesn’t stop what he’s doing, he brings you fully through your high until you’re shaking all over. Your words did nothing but spur him on, more determined than ever to bring you crashing down around him.

Only once you’ve come down do you seem to process what you said, and for a minute all you can do is stare at each other.

“Eddie, I—” you scramble, but he’s quicker.

“No. Don’t backtrack. Don’t do that,” he says, still on his knees before you. Still tasting you on his lips, still feeling you beneath his fingertips.

He rises to his feet, hooking a finger under your chin. You’re giving him that look again. The one that makes it seem like you want to kiss him more than you want to breathe.

And so he gives in. Lips smashing to yours, in a completely different context than any of the times before. He hopes you can feel everything he feels just through this kiss. Hopes he’s getting his point across.

The way you pull him flush up against you to deepen the kiss gives him the idea that his point was received.

Eddie Munson is great at this whole Valentine’s Day thing.

[fallout-fallen-knight]

Related to this post about the Kings, when I say that I want Wastelanders to be weirder, I don’t mean in the Howard/Pagliarulo/Esda mode where wastelanders are cartoon freaks for the audience to gawk and laugh at. Hardly any “wastelanders” in either Fallout 4 or the TV show feel like real people who could exist outside of the immediate scene where they are the butt of the joke. Look at this guy, he fucks chickens, isn’t that weird? Look at that guy, he thinks baseball was a blood sport, isn’t that weird? Look at this guy, he loves American history but he’s wrong about it, isn’t that weird? You point and laugh at the dumb freak and move on.

Contrast that with some of the (non-Wild Wasteland) weirdos in New Vegas. Malcolm Holmes is “weird”, but his character tells you that adventuring and scavenging are (albeit dangerous) ways to make a living in the Mojave; meeting him also starts a side quest for you. Oliver Swanick is “weird”, but his presence immediately tells you that something is very, very wrong, heralding one of the most horrifying scenes in the game. Hell, even Benny has a reason to talk like that - he’s being paid to! They all feel like a part of a larger world.

All this to say, I guess, is that I want to know more about the Preston Garvey impersonator. What’s his deal? What’s his goal?

[aaasbrutus]

Stranger

ex-boyfriend! eddie munson x fem!reader

Summary: Eddie and Reader see each other for the first time in 4 years after breaking off their summer fling.

A/N: partially inspired by Stranger by Olivia Rodrigo (partially being the operative word)

Warnings: low key not proofread oops

Word Count: ~1.3k

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Four years ago, you had left Hawkins, Indiana to go to University, and you haven’t been back since. University was an amazing yet tough 4 years. Going to school for your bachelor’s while working to make ends meet has been challenging yet you genuinely believed that you could be yourself freely without being trapped in the confines of such a small town. But when you received a letter in the mail that one of your childhood friends was getting married you booked a direct flight to your hometown right away.

While you were excited to go back home, to see your family and friends you were horrified to see someone in particular.

The day after your high school graduation you found yourself bored. You finally had the summer to yourself to completely relax and do whatever you want without having to worry about high school so you went to the arcade to pass the time, when you ran into Eddie Munson. Eddie and you never hung out in school. Sure, you knew who he was but you didn’t have any mutual friends and were a part of very different crowds so you didn’t know each other. And after a few rounds of beating each other at almost every game you could find, he asked you out and happily agreed.

The summer you spent with Eddie had to be the best summer of your life to date. It was spent sharing chocolate shakes at Benny’s, dancing around in Eddie’s room, watching Corroded Coffin practice and perform at the Hideout, and watching the worst B-side movies they could find at Family Video. You never felt love like that. The type of love that made you feel like time had completely stopped and you were to only two people in the world. But like all amazing things, it had to end.

At the end of August, you had to move into your dorm at university, while Eddie had to stay in Hawkins to repeat his senior year. You so desperately wanted to stay but Eddie advised you not to. You had worked hard for four full years to get into this school and he couldn’t see you give it all up for him.

Despite how much it pained you both, you agreed to break it off. Saying goodbye to the relationship you so cherished. Saying goodbye to the person you love to pursue other things. You, going to school to pursue a career in something you love. He, finishing high school so he can pursue his passion in music. You both felt you couldn’t be the best you could be if you were together, so you ended it.

The first few weeks in school were the absolute hardest. Of course, it was the first time you were completely alone; having to do everything for you, without having help from your parents. Your college courses were a lot harder than the classes you took in high school. And to top it all you were experiencing your first heartbreak.

Eddie Munson plagued your mind. He was all you thought about from the second you woke up, to the second you fell asleep. He even visited you in your dreams. You did everything in your power to not call him, not to write, because you were certain that if you were to contact him, you would succumb to your desires and give it all up to be with him, in Hawkins.

As soon as you booked your flight back to Hawkins, you knew there would be a very high possibility that you would see Eddie again. If it wasn’t at the wedding, it would probably be at the supermarket, or at Benny’s, or even in the car next to yours while at a traffic light. You thought of every single scenario in your head, how you would react to seeing him again, what you would say, and what you would respond if he were to ask you the same.

You didn’t want him to think that you were miserable without him, that you happily finished school and are very happy with where you are right now. But then again, you didn’t want to seem too happy. In all honesty, you haven’t dated since your summer with Eddie. You had never found anyone that interested you. Even when your friends set you up on blind dates (with and without your knowledge) you never felt that spark you once felt when you were with Eddie. You were desperately hoping that he had been the same way and if the opportunity arose, would want you two to get back together.

At the reception, you heard someone call your name. When you turned around there he was. His hair was longer, his face more mature, but the same Eddie you fell in love with years ago. Then again, he wasn’t the same. You haven’t seen or spoken to him in years. You had absolutely no idea what he had been up to. It was as if he was just a stranger. A stranger you knew almost everything about.

Seeing him was surreal. You weren’t sure if you wanted to run to him or run away from him. You stood in place, not sure of what to do, everything you had rehearsed in hopes of this moment forgotten. Thankfully, Eddie was braver than you, immediately walking up to you with a big smile on his face with his eyes sparkling with joy.

Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you to give you a big hug, which you immediately reciprocated. It had been so long since you’d seen him, let alone touched him. He completely took over your senses and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Hi,” you whispered to him finally letting go of him. You were suddenly feeling flustered and embarrassed. However, unlike a few moments ago, you didn’t want to run away.

“Hi,” he whispered back. You stared into his beautiful brown eyes, with a smile on your face you could only hope was as beautiful as the one he was giving you.

As if nothing had changed, you and Eddie sat at a table and just talked. You talked about your experiences in university, the people you met there, and what you have planned next. Eddie talked about how even though it was hard to stay consistent with his attendance and school work, he finished high school after 2 more tries and he was now working as a mechanic while still performing weekly with his band.

Soon enough, everyone started to pick up their stuff and leave, leaving you and Eddie practically alone in the reception hall. Looking at the time, Eddie and you got up and walked to the parking lot, where Eddie gave you another hug. However, this time you couldn’t reciprocate it. You knew you had to leave, but you couldn’t, not again. You were petrified of saying goodbye to him, to never see him again. Or worse, to see him again after years of not keeping in touch, for him to be happily married with kids, leaving you alone forever, reminiscing what could’ve been.

Just as he let go, and was about to say goodbye you yelled at him, holding him as if your whole life depended on it, because maybe it did. You refused to let him go. You had to be in his life. Not as an acquaintance, not as a friend, but as a lover. You couldn’t see yourself falling for anyone else because Eddie Munson was it for you, and you were terrified of living without him again.

You were on the verge of sobbing, desperate for Eddie to listen to you and to agree. For him to also crave you, need you as you do him. Suddenly he puts his hands on your face, looking at you directly into your eyes, and kisses you. All of your fears vanished, replaced with a newfound happiness.

While the summer with Eddie was the best of your life, you hoped that now that the two of you were reunited you could experience that same spark, the same feeling every day that is to come. Because you truly felt that it was the start of the best days of your life.

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[palesweetscherryblossom]

Idk if I’m in the minority here but I don’t really like how the IHNMAIMS game handled the five survivors

Sure, there were some aspects of the game that I liked, such as the inclusion of the Russian and Chinese Mastercomputers, AM himself and the overall design of the settings perfectly captured that eerie feeling of the story

But I feel like one of the things that made the short story so horrifying was how AM turned these people into the things they hated.

Gorrister going from a peace loving, empathetic man from a violent and apathetic shell, Benny being gay and intellectually gifted to being sexually humiliated and reduced to a monkey, etc.

The game also turning everyone into unlikable (save for Ellen) just also opened up a door for debate on whether or not AM is actually good for “punishing” these people. (Which he’s not, fuck him-)

Idk if I’m just being a negative Nancy but that’s my opinion

[oopsiedaisiesbaby]

In the feral AU what happens the first time they send Gale to help John? In the original post you said they send him in shirtless to kneel and I can’t get that image out of my head. Is Gale a virgin? Is John’s internal alpha bowling in joy? Is Gale scared? Maybe a little excited? Maybe both? Is John so possessive he has to resist mating Gale right then and there?

I had actually forgotten about that part of the original ask 😅 I’m not suuuper into kneeling so I can almost guarantee I intentionally avoided it in my answer, but I’ll have to write about it for at least one of my future fics so let’s go there today 🙌 Uncaffeinated musings below gets slightly NSFW for a second but nothing truly sexual 😘

So, original nonny suggested John’s in bed and he’s snapping at everyone that comes near one morning, I’m gonna guess he’s been spiraling for awhile though so upper brass and medical were already aware but this is the straw that breaks the camel’s back. They line up all of the omegas in the 100th Brady, Bubbles, Curt, and Gale and essentially put it out there that one of them is gonna have to play at being John’s omega to soothe him just enough to quit acting feral.

Immediately, all eyes turn to Gale and he wishes he could say he’s surprised but John’s his best friend so he gets it. The doctor even admits that John has been begging for “Buck” any time someone tries to get near. The only hesitation he has is when they say John might try to fuck him, and it would best if Gale let him because it’s what would calm John’s alpha the most, that has him freaking out a bit because he’s a virgin and was definitely planning to save himself for mating. Brady catches on to what is making Gale stress and volunteers as tribute.

Gale dismisses it though. John’s his best friends, Brady already has Benny, and while John loves Brady like a little brother they like to antagonize each other. It has to be Gale.

When they start formulating a plan to get Gale in there with minimal pushback Curt pipes up that John is obsessed with Gale’s tits. Brady reluctantly nods in agreement and says John would stop talking about them in Algeria. Bubbles looks as horrified as Gale feels (it’s pretty taboo for omegas to bare their chests but it had been hot as sin) and Chick looks like he’d rather be anywhere else. The doctor admits it would help because it would allow for Gale’s scent to be more readily available to soothe John.

They get Gale shirtless, in a robe, and back across base to the officer barracks and are giving him a rundown of how everything might go. It’d be best if he kneeled to show submission, he wants to throw up because he never planned to kneel for anyone even his future mate. He shouldn’t resist, even if John tries to fuck him (they give him something to incapacitate John if he truly doesn’t want it though) and Gale is dying inside because he can’t believe his first time is gonna be in the officer barracks to soothe his feral best friend and not his mate like he always planned.

He can’t remember the last time he was actually nervous like this. Then he’s standing at the entrance, shirtless, and they’re shutting the door behind him and it’s all so terribly real. John sits up in bed and is immediately calling for Buck and it helps soothe some of his nerves.

He grabs the pillow off of his own bed and kneels on it next to John’s bunk and bows his head in submission. John is purring immediately and it soothes something so fundamentally deep inside of Gale that he slumps until his forehead is resting against John’s leg. It has John’s warm whiskey flaring, his purring louder and deeper as he runs a hand through Gale’s hair.

I think they would stay like that for a good long while because it would definitely be doing it for John’s feral alpha, but then he’d slide to the floor in front of Gale so that he could bury his nose against Gale’s mating gland. Gale tenses a little bit, unsure if John is so feral that he might try to mate him then and there. His stress is all for nothing though because John just rests his hands on Gale’s bare waist and licks at his mating gland whimpering the entire time, trying to soothe himself but never taking it further than he knows Gale would be comfortable with even in his feral state.

Once Gale got a little more comfortable and sure that John wasn’t going to bite him or try to fuck him then and there he would take one of John’s hands and place it over one of his pecs. John squeezes it, moaning and hips knocking unintentionally against Gale’s but not seeking anything other than trying to soothe himself. John pulls away from Gale’s neck, peering at him in question and when Gale doesn’t protest, sinks down just enough to start sucking on the nipple not already between his fingers.

John sucks hard and sure like he’s gonna get something out of Gale and it has him gasping up at the ceiling, cupping the back of his head and holding him close, before he’s looking back down and cooing at John. It gets him another deep purr in response and has Gale sinking down until his ass hits his heels and he’s cradling John to his body.

He’s not sure how long it goes on, but it’s long enough that he’s absolutely soaked and panting along with John. Nothing’s come out of his chest, of course, but John’s still sucking determinedly and it’s starting to hurt so he guides John to his other nipple. John growls a little bit but Gale can tell it’s not necessarily at him but they’re both sighing when John latches on to the other one. After an equally long, but indeterminate amount of time John’s sucking slows and he gets back up on the bed so that he’s above Gale, not without licking Gale’s mating gland on the way up.

John’s finally mostly lucid, although still not entirely himself. Gale’s still kneeling as they have a conversation about what it all means and how they’re gonna make it work. John grabs at himself moaning when Gale gives him permission to touch whenever wherever. He’s still hesitant about actual sex though and John promises that even at his most feral he would never do anything Gale didn’t consent to. Gale means more than anyone and anything in the world to John. It has him cooing and rubbing his face against the hand John has been running through his hair again.

It takes a few spells before Gale decides that he’s okay with John fucking him. It comes down entirely to the fact that John kept his promise of not forcing him into anything even at his most feral. Obviously they realize their feelings for each other along the way as more shenanigans happen 😉

[captain-sodapop]

"Skin" is one of those episodes that gets at the question of what really makes a monster. Like, the fact that it's a shapeshifter is not what truly makes it a monster; it's that fact that he is targeting women that he presumably finds attractive, disguising himself as their partners in order to attempt to sexually assault them, and then being brutally violent towards them - even killing one of them. That is what makes the monster a monster, not its ability to shapeshift.

But one of the more horrifying things - besides the actual actions of the monster - is what we see throughout the show, which is the idea that a monster should be put down not for what it has done or what they anticipate they will do, but for what it is, inherently.

I don't know, I know it's been talked about so many times, but the fact that Dean holds this idea of someone inherently being worthy of death simply because of their status as something "unnatural", and his brother being one of those unnatural beings? It boggles my mind. It really is just bigotry. And I could get into how Sam being told to never come back when he leaves for Stanford, how he was ridiculed growing up for being different, how Dean called him a freak for years, is just an allegory for families throwing a kid out for being gay/leaving the faith/asking questions.

Sam is Dean's exception. For the majority of the show, he is the only supernatural being that Dean will "accept" because they're family and he does love him, yes, but it's a love that exists for Dean in spite of this bigotry. And while that love is real, I don't know if we can really give him much credit because he doesn't make many exceptions as the show goes on, unless forced or in special situations. (Like Garth and Benny, and even with Benny, Sam was right to call out the double standard there.)

This is very disjointed, and I'm sure people could put it better than I am right now, but that's what I'm thinking.

[joeyalohadream]

please tell me at one point we will get brady/demarco + clegan lasagna dinner night when he said “i love lasagna” and gale said “i know” like he really did have it saved for them if they ever wanted to come by gale baby 😭😭😭

Gale is a sweet little baby angel that wants to take care of his friends!💕💕

There may be a double date in their future, but I think it would be a homemade lasagna so Gale can continue teaching John how to cook.

And Benny's Italian. His mother would be horrified to learn his favorite meal is a Stouffers frozen lasagna 😭

[pink-sparkly-witch]

The One That Got Away - Chapter Five

Warnings: tw: child abuse, tw: physical abuse, tw: slut shaming, angst, language.

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader

A/N: There are TRIGGER WARNINGS in this part - please heed these, and if you think you’ll be affected by any of them, please do not read.

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“Dean,” Mary got up from the table and went to the fridge, opening its door and pulling out a beer bottle. “Have a seat, sweetie,” she said, pulling out a chair and putting the bottle on the wooden dining table.

“Thanks, Mom. So, what don’t I know?”

“Sounds like Y/N might be back in town, son,” John said. “We don’t know for sure yet, only Jess has seen her, but she’s a nurse, and if it is her, she’s going by Singer now,” John carefully eyed Dean. Seeing his son go through such a range of emotions was heartbreaking.

“Yeah, it’s her,” Dean whispered, wiping his hands down his face.

Clearing his throat, Dean downed half of his beer in one swallow. “Bobby told me after Thursday's shift before I went fishing with Benny and Cas. Danny’s not got long left. His liver and heart are going, and he’s in a hospice. So, Bobby called her and said it might be time to think about coming home.”

“I didn’t even think of making the connection to Bobby,” Jess said softly. “He’s her uncle?” she clarified, and Dean nodded.

“Her mom’s brother. Caroline died in a fire when Y/N was little. Then her dad turned to booze and beatings to cope with his grief,” he glanced at Jess, who had a horrified frown on her features.

“From what I saw today and how caring and kind she was to me, I’d never have guessed she went through something like that,” Jess commented, and Dean chuckled.

“That’s Y/N for you! Carries the whole damn world on her shoulders, and you’d never know it. She cares about those around her way more than she cares about herself. She always has,” he smiled.

“You guys were a thing back in the day?” Jess asked curiously, and Dean let out a soft laugh.

“Yeah, you could say that! Dad, Bobby, and Danny go way back, and Mom and Caroline became best friends, so Y/N and I grew up together. We were best friends before we became childhood sweethearts. She was my first everything, and I was hers.”

“They could’ve been married with a couple of kids and a dog by now if he’d asked her to stay,” Mary pointed out, and Dean shook his head in exasperation. “Did Bobby say if anyone came with her?” she continued, trying to find out if someone had followed her from her past life.

“No. No husband or boyfriend,” Dean smiled, knowing the real reason behind his mom’s question. “Bobby said she dated but never settled with anyone. Apparently, she was a love them and leave them, too!” he chuckled just a little bitterly.

“Cute little thing like her, bet she broke some hearts!” Mary grinned. “Now that she’s back, are you gonna finally tell me why you didn’t ask her to stay back then? You and I both know she would’ve if you’d asked her to,” she enquired gently.

“I wanted to. God, I wanted to so bad! But I couldn’t do that to her,” Dean rubbed a hand down his face. “You’re right, Ma. She’d have stayed if I asked her to, and she asked me to ask her. If I had, I’d have married her as soon as we were eighteen, got her out of that godforsaken house. Ain’t no doubt about it. But I couldn’t.” He stood from his seat and brought the whiskey out of the liquor cabinet with three glasses. Mary wasn’t a whiskey drinker, and Jess was pregnant, so John took one of them and Sam another.

“She took a damn beating every day for fifteen years, Ma, from the one person who was supposed to protect her. He was her only parent, and he beat her because she looked too much like her mom. Because she survived,” Dean fumed as he fought to keep the tears at bay.

“Her mom begged him to get her out of that house, and he punished her for it. She was only three years old! That’s her first memory, the fire and her mom screaming at her dad to make sure she got out. Did you know that?” It was a rhetorical question, but the hurt and shock were hard for everyone to hide.

“I don’t know if she still does, but before she left, that memory used to replay itself as a nightmare whenever she was scared or stressed. Y/N didn’t deserve any of it. She deserved a life without beatings and abuse, and hatred. And if going to Chicago instead of Lawrence, fuck, even Kansas City or Wichita gave her that, then who was I to stop her?

“If I’d asked her to stay, her life wouldn’t be any better because of it. Sure, I could’ve protected her from the beatings and got her away from him. But Jody would still call her whenever he got arrested. Y/N would still have to deal with his rage, and she’d still fall victim to his verbal assaults and vulgar degrading. I did the only thing I could to truly protect her and�� I let her go.”

Mary rushed over to him and hugged him tightly, trying to ease the pain her eldest son still felt after all this time, and she knew then what she had to do. Mumbling that she’d be right back, she headed upstairs to her bedroom and opened the drawer on her bedside cabinet. She pulled the ageing envelope out, the word ‘Dean’ scrawled in blue ink in unmistakable handwriting and returned downstairs.

“Years ago, Y/N wrote me a letter,” Mary explained to Sam and Jess, as the others already knew about it. “She was in therapy, and her therapist thought it’d be a good idea to write letters to the people she cared about most, and she told me what happened. We all knew something was happening, but I had no idea the extent of it. The fractured skull when she was six? Choking her at seventeen because she missed curfew?” Mary shook her head in disgust. John wrapped his arms around Mary to stop himself from getting in his car and killing the sick bastard himself.

“Was it ever…?” Sam let his question hang in the air, not wanting or needing it to be said aloud.

“It fucking better not have been, or I’ll kill the bastard myself!” John fumed.

“No, thank God,” Dean answered. “Always physical and verbal. The fractured skull and when he choked her were the worst he’s done to her. There were countless other fractured and broken bones, though. He was smart, and that made me so fucking mad! He’d always play off the broken bones as just a kid being a kid, you know? He’d say she fell from the climbing frame in the park or got injured doing gymnastics or playing hockey or netball. She fractured her skull and had a severe concussion from falling down the stairs, not because he pushed her so hard she fell into a fucking hardwood coffee table. 

“The manipulative bastard hardly ever left a mark where anyone could see. She had a few black eyes and bruises on her arms throughout the years, and that was it, at least until he tried to strangle her. He damn near killed her that night. She was blacking in and out of consciousness and only got him off her by hitting him over the head with her mom’s crystal vase. She knocked him out cold!” he chuckled sadly. “All because she was helping me graduate. He thought she missed curfew because she was “whoring herself out” to me, but she was helping me study. I never forgave myself for that.”

“Don’t blame yourself, son. Y/N told me you knew everything and made her feel safe and loved. She told me you blamed yourself for what happened to her that night, but she knew it would have been something else if it wasn’t because she missed curfew. She never blamed you for it. For any of it,” Mary smiled sadly at Dean’s scoff of laughter. “And she apologised. For leaving you and breaking your heart,” Mary said, desperate to comfort him.

“I broke hers more when I didn’t ask her to stay,” Dean responded. “If I could go back, I’d…” he sniffed, wiping the tears from his cheeks.

“I know you were hurt when a letter never came for you. But one did, and it was in with mine. Y/N told me to give you this when the time was right and if it was in your best interests. I honestly didn’t know if I’d ever give it to you. If the time would ever be right, but that time is now. I’m not gonna apologise for keeping this from you,” Mary held her hand up to cut off his rebuttal. “If I’d given this to you all those years ago, you’d have run off after her, and I don’t think you’d like what you would’ve found,” she finished as she handed him the letter.

Dean sobbed as he recognised her handwriting and ran his fingers gently over the faded ink. Turning it over, he glanced up at his mom, a silent question hanging between them.

“I didn’t read it. It wasn’t my place to,” Mary raised her hand, wiped his wet cheeks, and gave him a gentle wink. Dean tore open the envelope without another second’s hesitation.

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[arathejedi394]

snippet from ch6 of my spn x stucky crossover

Bucky wakes up wishing he hadn't. His head has a dozen hot knives stabbing into it, he’s nauseous, his eyeballs feel sticky and sandy, and his body generally aches all over. He groans and turns onto his back, covering his eyes with both hands.

“RISE AND SHINE, LOOK ALIVE, PLANET STARSHINE!”

Bucky goes flailing out of his bunk, landing on his back with his splitting headache making him see double as Betty leans down over him.

“You were not here yesterday,” Bucky says carefully as he shakes a finger up at her. 

“You drank tequila again,” Betty answers.

“In my defense, I have a son I didn’t know about!” Bucky retorts.

“Whoa, wait, hold up,” Betty says, making a time-out sign with her hands. “You’re not still drunk, are you?”

“No!” Bucky says, sitting up. “Why do you think I was drinking tequila! I found out I have a fucking son!”

Betty looks over at Becca. “Not the –”

“The stripper,” Becca confirms. “Who was still nineteen when Beaureguard knocked him up. Twenty-seven now.”

“Cradle-robber,” Betty scolds Bucky. “You’re old enough to be his father!”

“I hate you all,” Bucky says, lying back down on the floor. “Can somebody bring me some fucking Excedrin?”

“Here,” Benny says to him, handing him a cup.

Bucky just drinks it, and then he spits it out and starts wiping his tongue off. “What is this?!”

“Do you want your hangover cured or not?”

Bucky looks up at Benny, horrified. “I can’t just take Excedrin and eat saltines?”

“No,” Benny tells him firmly, “because somebody took the day off early yesterday to go binge drink two bottles of tequila while we still have thirty-three missing children and whatever’s taking them to locate.”

“Fuck, I have a child,” Bucky says, sitting up. “What if he gets taken?” 

“NO!” all three of his sisters shout as Bucky tries to scramble to his feet.

“If you think you’re going to run off and tell Steve all half-cocked his kid might be in danger, you deserve the hangover!” Betty snaps.

“Kid’s mine, too!” Bucky argues.

“But you don’t have custody of the kid!” Betty says angrily. “If my ex showed up out of nowhere and told me Vinnie was in danger, you know who I’d think is the danger?”

Bucky sinks to the floor. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” Betty snaps. “He’d call the cops on you! And thanks to somebody’s suicidal tendencies and a need to banish six hundred and sixty-six fucking demons, you got the finger for almost a hundred fucking murders pointed at you!”

Bucky grimaces. “They don’t know what I look like,” he points out. “All they got’s are my boot prints.”

“Your boots are so old, they are practically fingerprints!” Betty counters. “Replace them, for Jesus’s sake!”

“They’re perfectly good boots!” Bucky argues. “What cop’s gonna check my boot prints?”

“You wanna end up like the Winchesters?” Betty demands. “A nation-wide manhunt just for your sorry ass!”

“No,” Bucky mutters.

“Good!” Betty says. “Now! When did you get a child?”

“He’s seven,” Bucky says, looking up at her. “Eight in December.”

“Oh,” Betty mutters. “So Steve was pregnant when you broke up and you didn’t know? He didn’t tell you?”

Bucky shakes his head. “Wouldn’t leave a voicemail. I don’ think he knew ‘til after I was gone. He would’ve said when I left if he did. He stopped calling a few months after I left.”

“Oof,” Betty says. “Guys… Maybe we should let him hole up in the bus all day…”

“Two whole bottles of tequila!” Becca argues. “He was five shots away from alcohol poisoning!”

“Rebecca,” Betty murmurs.

“Elizabeth!” Becca counters. “He dented my bus with his stupid boots!” 

“Alright. Gimme that,” Betty says, taking the hangover cure from Benny. “Buckentosh, you go back to bed.”

“Tha’s a new one,” Bucky says, crawling back into his bunk. “Why’d I sleep in my jacket?”

“Because you drank two bottles of tequila!” Becca shouts.

“Bitch, please, my head,” Bucky mutters.

“You’re the bitch. You fell in love with a stripper seventeen years younger than you.”

“Fuck off,” Bucky grumbles.

[therealslimshakespeare]

https://www.tumblr.com/precious-little-scoundrel/760754196149567488/i-also-think-lu-turns-into-such-a-yapper-around

girl 🥲🥲 i fucking love this. i’ve always thought they do horrifyingly domestic things together before they even start dating sooooooo

Horrifying is exactly the word.

And gosh, how I love friends who are strictly friends and have been for so long and just, suddenly they aren’t and the world keeps spinning and that’s odd to them but then again, its much the same just more

But you know Benny is at her kitchen table, pouring over deeds and percentages and shit, or that’s what he’s there for and he does!!! He gives her so much of his time and effort!! But he also takes breaks to make her his mama’s pesto and he feeds it to her with his hand cupped under the fork and he does the dishes like he belongs there and he walks the lil rigs with her in the heat and he jumps in the lake when heatstroke threatens and on the way back from Bucky and Jo’s wedding he somehow thinks it’s chill to introduce her to his mama and—

Honestly, the real question is why Benny DeMarco was remotely surprised this girl was like a cat in heat she wanted him so bad after this

[kathlare]

past due

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie returns home to find an unexpected wedding invitation waiting for her, forcing her to confront a past she’s spent months avoiding.

Wordcount: 1.0 k

Warnings: none

full masterlist // request over here!

February 10th, 2022 - London, United Kingdom

The first thing Amelie noticed when she stepped into her apartment was the pile of mail waiting for her on the kitchen counter. The second thing was Benny, stretching dramatically before jumping down from her spot on the couch, trotting over to greet her. Björn, in contrast, barely lifted his head from where he was curled up on the windowsill. Typical.

—Hey, baby— Amelie cooed, bending down to scratch behind Benny’s ears. The cat purred loudly, rubbing against her legs.

She dropped her bags by the door, sighing as she reached for the stack of envelopes. It was mostly junk—bills, promotional offers, a random magazine subscription she swore she never signed up for. Amelie went through each piece absentmindedly, tossing most of them into the recycling bin as Benny weaved between her legs, demanding more attention.

It wasn’t until she reached the last envelope that she paused. It was heavier than the others, the thick paper stock screaming something fancy before she even turned it over. The second she read the names printed in elegant calligraphy, her stomach twisted.

Oliver Norris & Savannah Wilson.

What. The. Fuck.

Her heart pounded as she ripped the envelope open, her hands slightly trembling. She unfolded the cardstock, her eyes scanning the words quickly, barely processing them.

"We invite you to celebrate our wedding on April 30, 2022…"

Amelie sat down, gripping the invitation as if it might disappear from her hands.

—No fucking way.—

She hadn’t spoken to Oliver in ages. Sure, he was Lando’s older brother, but after everything that went down, she figured she was as good as dead to the entire Norris family. And Savannah? She and Amelie had never been best friends, but they were friendly. This felt… unexpected.

Björn finally decided to make an appearance, leaping onto the counter and knocking over a candle in the process. The sharp clatter made her jump, her pulse already too high for this shit.

—Björn, I swear to God— she muttered, but the cat only flicked his tail, unimpressed.

Benny, in contrast, tried to climb onto her lap, nudging her chin with her head. Amelie absentmindedly ran her fingers through the cat’s fur, her mind spiraling.

What the fuck was she supposed to do now?

It wasn’t just that it was Oliver’s wedding. It was who would be there.

Lando.

Of course he would be there. It was his brother’s wedding. And Luisinha would be there too, because obviously, she was still his girlfriend.

The thought made Amelie’s stomach churn.

But as much as she wanted to throw the invitation straight into the trash and pretend it didn’t exist, she couldn’t. Oliver had actually invited her. He wanted her there. And as much as she didn’t know what her relationship with Savannah even was, she liked her enough to consider going.

But Lando. Lando.

Her mind ran through all the worst possible scenarios. Seeing him after all this time. Seeing him with her after all this time. Pretending they were just two people who used to know each other, when in reality, Lando Norris had been the closest thing to love she’d let herself feel in years.

Amelie inhaled sharply, blinking at the invitation as if it might rewrite itself into something less horrifying. Something that didn’t mean she’d have to face the one person she had spent months carefully avoiding.

Benny curled up against her stomach, purring loudly, while Björn, ever the little menace, started batting the envelope across the counter like it was his new favorite toy.

—Oh, so now you’re interested?— she muttered, watching as the cat knocked the invitation onto the floor and immediately jumped down to chase it.

Amelie groaned, running a hand down her face. She could already hear Elysia in her head, telling her to just throw it out, that she didn’t owe anyone anything, least of all a family that was permanently tied to her past.

But she also knew herself. And that was the problem.

She hated running away from things, from people. It was what she had done after Lando, after their stupid, messy, heart-wrenching almost-love story imploded in the most predictable way possible. She had disappeared. Blocked him. Shut it all down and refused to look back.

Until now.

Amelie bent down to retrieve the invitation from where Björn had so graciously left it on the floor. The date glared at her like a goddamn warning sign.

April 30.

Two and a half months.

That was enough time to figure out what the fuck she was supposed to do, right?

She stood up, placing the invitation back on the counter and staring at it like it held the answers.

Going meant dealing with Lando. Dealing with her. Dealing with whatever complicated, buried, never-quite-dead feelings still lived in the corners of her heart.

Not going meant proving that she was still running. That she was still afraid. And if there was one thing Amelie hated more than confronting her past, it was letting it win.

—Fuck.—

Björn meowed loudly as if agreeing with her, while Benny simply nuzzled into her chest, blissfully unaware of the absolute disaster that was Amelie’s life.

She exhaled, pressing a kiss to Benny’s head.

—Guess I need a fucking dress.—

[bcolfanfic]

happy belated new year! any yv new years hcs? like rosie’s party in el dorado or another parties when the 2nd gen are kids?

well we know how the new year’s party in 2023 goes 😭 (if ur seeing this haven’t read el dorado you shoulddd but tldr it’s when jamie and benny are in a Bad spot and when rosie tries to break up them arguing jamie shoves rosie in the chest :p ). ie ✨✨badly✨✨.

the 2024 party is better in that mostly everyone is seeing a licensed therapy by then yippee!

out in wymonig pinterest mom gale cleven wants to do the thing of putting a Fake countdown on the tv to make the kids think it’s midnight at like 7pm. and john is like well yeah butttt they’re only kids once we should just let them stay up (:

john who proceeds to fall asleep on the couch 30 minutes before midnight anyways. god love him.

wyatt’s first new years back is probably really disorienting to him. he didn’t have access to his phone when he was in The House (it was dumped and the cops eventually find it which is how they piece together that he’s *somewhere* in wyoming). so his sense of time is really skewed from that and holidays are a tough spot for him for a while. wants to enjoy it and doesn’t want to be buzzkill to his siblings ): it’s just. hard. esp bc timeline wise it would be after staying with the bucks fell through so he’s also in a weird place with micah.

poor baby. but ev sure is happy to have him home for it. still feels his breath catching sometimes when he looks at him and remembers how horrifying it was to think he was somewhere. dead

[dailydragon08]

The triple frontier boys at a cat cafe

Frankie would be so excited to go and just yell “YES” before you could even finish asking if he wanted to go with you. He’d make it his mission to make friends with and pet every cat, but still be so gentle and let them come to him, gently murmuring encouragement and endearments in Spanish. Would 10/10 come back with you next week. And the week after that. And the week after that. And the week after—

Santi isn’t so sure about the idea. He’ll do it because it makes you happy, but figures it’ll be one of those dates where he just sits back and enjoys your reactions vs actively participating. But when he gets there, the cats all love his relaxed demeanor. They all want a turn on his lap to purr and gently head butt him, and when he finds out they’re all adoptable he’s all 🥺. A week later, he surprises you by opening up cat adoption discussions and since he can’t pick one, you end up bringing three siblings home.

Benny is horrified at first and you have to explain to him that no, you don’t EAT the cats, it’s not that kind of cafe. He’s always considered himself more of a dog person, but he’ll try anything once. He’s a bit unsure what to do at first, but once he finds the playful cats, he’s having a blast and thinks they’re hilarious. Two of the cats get in a play fight and he’s sitting close by coaching them like it’s a fight in the ring and hoisting the winner onto his shoulder, holding their little paw up in the air. He’s decided this particular cat is his new best friend and as you’re leaving, promises to come back next week to coach him towards state finals.

Will does just about anything to make you happy and he does love cats. Plus with the added bonus of spending quality time with you and watching your eyes light up are enough to make a convincing argument hardly necessary. His eyes are all soft with a smile on his face while he watches you pet and play with the cats. He waits and lets the cats come and go to him as they please and can’t help admit how relaxing this is. The one cat in the group that’s terrified of everyone and refuses to come out carefully sniffs Will as he murmurs gentle encouragement. A few minutes later, it’s in his lap making biscuits and purring contentedly while he quietly tells them how good, pretty, and soft they are and they become inseparable for the rest of the afternoon. He definitely buys you a hoodie from the merch rack when you’re not looking to surprise you with when you get home.

[regegade]

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