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chronomaza · 1 year ago

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PLEASE HELP ME FIND THIS GAME!

There is this game that has been HAUNTING me the past while and I can't seem to find a name for. I remember it VERY vividly, it was one of those infinite runner mobile games, except it had a very unique style to it which I'll explain better in a minute. I remember finding it by searching up "cat games" on the appstore sometime roughly 2015 to 2016 and scrolling down a VERY long way. I can remember basically everything about it but the name and who made it.

First, the intro cutscene, which is what I remember the best;

It went something like this (VERY rough sketch, this was done quickly.) I remember the game was in a rather crude, somewhat ugly and old looking 3D style (ya'know, like most older mobile games) but all the models as far as I know were unique and not unity assets.

The title screen opens with the player character (black cat who MIGHT'VE had some white on him, but I'm not 100% sure) eating the dog's food right in front of it as it tugs on it's leash. The cat would taunt it by doing something mean, I think moving the food close to it before moving it away or something like that, can't remember fully, then taking it and eating it by throwing it into the air and catching it.

As soon as the player presses play, the dog suddenly stops tugging on it's leash as it notices it's broken, then looks back at the cat, who promptly freezes just as it's about to take a bite of the dog's food. It then jumps into the air, it's eyes popping out of it's head like a cartoon character, and the gameplay begins as it gets chased.

The camera zooms out, and the cat quickly outruns the dog. You want the dog to stay off screen and as far away from you as possible, because on higher difficulties it'll randomly speed up from time to time or rubberband up to you a little. The dog getting close is warned to the player by the sound of barking, and when it's about to rubberband up to you, there's an alert for the dog coming- I remember this scaring the shit out of me as a kid for some reason so I only played with the dog off most of the time (AKA, easy mode.)

Now for the cool part of the game and why I remember it so fondly; how exactly it worked

There was only one button in the game once the gameplay started, and that was to jump, everything else was controlled by the player tilting their device. Tilting to the right would speed up the cat, and tilting to the left would slow them down. Typically, you want to go as fast as possible, but going faster puts you at risk of running into stuff, which gives you an instant game over as it trips the cat. Sometimes, there'd be windows to jump through inside the house, some of them leading outside onto rooftops where you had to jump over gaps.

What made this game so unique though was how the house you were running though would twist around, the ground going in all sorts of directions, sometimes even upside down. To accommodate for this, the player would have to tilt their device to make it so the cat is still facing upwards, all while making sure they're going fast enough to not get caught. I remember this could get rather difficult sometimes, as the ground could suddenly go in a full loop or bend downwards, causing the cat to rapidly speed up and run into something. There was also an optional "pro" mode where the player could also tilt their device back and forth, causing the cat to move between the foreground and background and risk bumping into things there as well, making it so you had to be extra careful how you titled the device.

I remember loving this game as a kid, and I only deleted it to make room for some other game I really wanted at the time. I can't look through my ipad's history to see what this game is either, because my ipad won't turn on anymore, and I don't even remember what my apple account was- I haven't used anything apple in years. I've been trying to figure out what this game was for years now on and off, but with no luck. Looking up "cat runner" or anything like it only provides subway surfers ripoffs or other old cat related games games (which, ironically, a lot of I played as a kid. Love you cat simulator 2015 <3) and trying to describe the game to google only provides somehow even more unrelated stuff.

I remember this game being rather obscure, so literally any info helps- even if it's just someone else having played this game as a kid because sometimes I swear to god I dreamt this entire thing somehow.

#unknown game #what is this game #tip of my tongue #unknown cat game #chronorambles #mobile game

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cryptidwithaninternetconnection · 1 year ago

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My moms on a trip to Kansas to help with family drama, so my dog Sugar is sad and sitting by the window :(

Sorry for the shit quality, my iPads case blocks the back camera so I needed to use the front-

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cuntwrap--supreme · 4 years ago

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I call this one “Game Night with the Kids.”

Please excuse my messy basement. My family decided to switch rooms, so all the extra junk, including all three dogs, is stuck downstairs with me :D

#why do ipads have such shit cameras #dogs #dogblr #pupper #puppies #doggo #dog #wheatenterrier #mutts #woof

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jaybirdski · 5 years ago

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so i got a new phone and its a fucking blessing. i’ve used a teenie 4 gig phone for almost 2 years but it wasnt a huge deal since i didnt use my phone that often anyway, BUT UPGRADING TO A PHONE WITH 16 GIGS IS MAKING ME ASCEND. I CAN FINALLY PLAY POKEMON GO AND POCKET CAMP AGAIN. im very happy!!

#.per #the camera is good too thats all the really matters to me #if a phone has a shit camera i wont touch it #i only take the highest quality photos of my dog and will settle for no less!!#i also wont touch apple products #an ipad MAYBE because i can do art on it #but thats it

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angelicguy · 4 years ago

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the perfect easter

Brint Kelp was just like any other highschooler at Sweetpea Public: he loved playing magic the gathering, getting sick headshots in Call of Duty: Iraq Nightmare and fucking his socks. but easter was coming up, and with it the big school dance!

he didnt have a date, and needed one quick: but his mean old science teacher Mr. Hitler was keeping him after class to do busywork! ever since Brint put a bomb in his car last year as a prank, Mr. Hitler has had it out for the poor kid just because he had 4 dogs in his passenger seat! but Brint knew that if his friends found out that he was going alone, they would permanently ostracize him. he had to think fast!

Brint felt around in his 40x50 cargo shorts, with pockets as big as body bags. a baseball bat... no..... a gordo from kirby.... no.... tropical tums... no... wait! a familar rectangular shape met his palm! the penicillin tablets he stole from his younger brother! Mr. Hitler had a penicllin allergy, which meant all Brint had to do was drop it in his very very cloudy beverage to knock him out cold!

"hey Mr. H, can you go grab something from my locker? I forgot my notebook!"

"bullshit Brint, I know you're trying to poison me just so you can get a date for the big egg basket bash. and i know you dont use a notebook because of the giant gen 1 ipad you use for all your notes/to look at pictures of guns on. youre not going anywhere"

"Mr. H i put another bomb in your car"

"FUCK" said Mr. Hitler, as he ran out of the room. he knew Brint was bluffing but couldnt take the chance; he had his priceless family heirloom in his trunk, a faberge egg made out of swarvoski crystals that spelled out "HENTAI".

Brint chuckled and tiptoed over to Mr. Hitlers now unattended water bottle. he took a quick whiff and his suspicions were confirmed. it was 4 parts sprite zero and 4 parts angostora bitters, also known as "The Dutchman's Delight," a favorite of teachers at Sweetpea. the pill dissolved and turned the previously beige drink a dark blue, with a little skull and crossbones cloud floating out of the top.

Mr. Hitler stormed back in, covered in motor oil and sweat. "Brint, youve lied to me for the last time. youre gonna be in detention until you graduate you fucker! muahahahahah!" he was so high on power that he didnt look before taking a swig from his now poisoned drink, which instantly knocked him out cold and also caused him to shit himself. Brint's plan worked! he tied him and put him in the schools meat freezer, which wouldnt kill him but keep his heartrate barely above the required minimum to stay alive.

Brint sprinted outside to scope the campus out; he needed a date fast! He ran on all fours towards the cafeteria, where the hottest teens were swapping spit and sharing a huge, scalding Dr Pepper (a Sweetpea, Oregon delicacy!) not a single one of them were wearing a mask.

Brint knew his time was limited, so he decided to ask out Stacy Castle, the girl whose parents were the most divorced. he improvised a 30 minute rap about being white in LA, which functioned as an irresistable mating call for the entire school. she swooned and wrapped her arms around his. the camera pulled in on Brints face, winking at the camera.

as he walked outside, Weezers smash hit "Beverly Hills" played over the intercom as the entire sophomore class clapped for the new couple. Brint said his famous catchphrase "guess im just that homie with a heart!" and winked at the camera again. the entire school exploded immediately after, as it was Mr. Hitlers turn to adjust the settings on the boiler. no one survived

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emmy-writes-sometimes · 5 years ago

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Emergency

You’re a stunt performer and make a wrong step. When your ex, Sebastian, is your emergency contact still, will you take the opportunity to get back together?

“You sure you got this, Y/n?” Your director asked as they checked the last of the wires for your stunt. You were the unlucky stunt double who had been asked to come in and do a scene where you were literally hanging off the side of a building. You were supposed to kick out a plexiglass window, swing into the building, and do a flip. It seemed easy enough. And it wasn’t like it was even the most dangerous stunt you’d ever done. It was just tight quarters, and it was giving you heart palpitations.

“Got it, chief,” you respond, trying to sound confident even though you were pretty sure you were about to die. It was nothing like a stunt you’d done where you fell out of a helicopter, but this one had a potential of leaving you alive after breaking all of your bones. “If I don’t do it now, I never will.”

“Alright. That’s our girl. We’ll get set up and start rolling.” You anchored your foot on the building’s fake steel frame, refusing to look directly down. There was a stunt mattress below you, so that wasn’t a problem. There was nothing on the other side except cameras to watch you break every bone in your body. But you could do this. You were calm. You could do this, you told yourself. Easy as pie. And you could feel that your wires were tight, especially around your waist.

You listened to the scuffling behind you as the shot was set up, moving your foot slightly to get the angle they asked for. You put your foot on the red tape and waited. And waited. And then they called action. You kicked in the window, hearing and feeling it shatter below your feet, but upon swinging in, you made a critical error. Your feet hit the bottom of the window, sliding off of their marks, and your ribs collided with the metal frame. But your body was so close to sideways that it kept on flying, and the last thing you felt was a cracking in your rib, a similar cracking in the forearm you placed in front of you, and a searing pain in your head.

Well, shit, you thought. I broke every bone in my body. At the ripe age of twenty-three, you were going to die.

Sebastian thanked the barista as he grabbed his third cup of coffee for the day, about to go put a splash of cream in the blacker-than-black coffee. Just as he reached the table, though, his phone started vibrating in his pocket. He didn’t recognize the number, but it was a New York area code. He always answered his phone, and this time was no different. He raised the phone to his ear and listened.

“Hello?” He said.

“Hi, is this Sebastian Stan?” A woman’s voice asked.

“Yeah, this is he, what can I do for you?” He responded.

“You’re the emergency contact for Y/f/n Y/l/n, correct?” Sebastian froze at the sound of your name. It had been only a month since you’d broken up. For a dumb reason, too – because of the media. Not because of either of you, but because the media just couldn’t stop and Sebastian refused to do that to you and to your career. You would both be lying if you said you weren’t completely in love with each other. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t cry about it every so often, or every time you had something to say you had to bite back the urge to call him and tell him. He regretted ever breaking up with you, but he knew the opportunity to apologize was long gone. Or was it?

“Yeah, I guess I probably am,” he started. Then he realized – emergency contact. His heart skipped a beat. “Wait, why, is she okay?”

“She will be,” the woman said. “I’m sorry. I’m a nurse at St. George’s in Manhattan, she was just brought in a few minutes ago. Apparently there was an accident involving a window.”

“Oh, my God. Is she okay?”

“It wasn’t fatal. She just broke a few ribs, fractured her forearm, and got a nasty concussion. We were wondering if you could come in and be with her and fill out some information for us.”

“Yeah, yeah, I can be there in twenty minutes.” So the opportunity for him to apologize hadn’t gone out the window. He probably would have to apologize for jumping in on the situation, but your parents were across the country. The reason he was your emergency contact in the first place was because he was the first person you trusted to take care of you if something happened. And as terrible as the situation was, Sebastian didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth. He put the lid back on his coffee, hung up the phone, and walked outside to get the first taxi he saw. You probably would need the coffee more than he did.

“What’s the diagnosis?” You looked at the nurse as she walked into your room with an iPad full of information. She just smiled at you.

“Not great, but not terrible,” she responded. “You fractured your forearm. You broke four ribs, it looks like you cracked a couple more, and you’re lucky you didn’t crack your head open.”

“Great. So, do you guys do, like, a shuttle back to my apartment or something?” The nurse laughed.

“No, we called your emergency contact. He’s on his way now.” You froze. The only emergency contact you could even think of was Sebastian. Your parents were literally across the country and your dad was at work because you’d talked to him earlier. There was no way it could be anyone but the ex you wished more than anything wasn’t your ex.

It had been an amicable split, and that was the worst part. There wasn’t a fight that ended it, or a big secret that came out, or cheating. It was just that the world felt like they owned Sebastian and therefore you, and he didn’t want to put that on you. It was admirable on his part, but you’d be lying if it didn’t break your heart. He was the best relationship you’d ever had, easily. You could have seen yourself with him for good, and you had seen it that way. But the media had just gotten so bad that you could barely be seen together. You wanted to keep trying, because maybe it would die down, but Sebastian had been through it before. He knew. And he knew that the only way to let you have the success you deserved was to let you go. But you had never told him how much you didn’t want that. Maybe now was your chance. Or maybe he just wouldn’t say a word.

“Yeah, he’s kind of an ex,” you explained.

“I can call him and tell him you healed if you want,” she offered. You shook your head.

“It’s not even his fault, that’s the worst part.” The nurse smiled.

“Well, I’ll go ahead and get the release papers for you so you can get out of here quickly. Press the button on the side of the bed if you need something.” You nodded and watched her leave. You turned your head to see your backpack with your phone inside of it, and part of you considered texting Sebastian you were sorry that he had to come down here in the middle of the day because you didn’t know how to properly do your job. But you weren’t even alone long enough to reach for it. The pain in your arm and your ribs had subsided, fading into a feeling of fuzziness, but your head was throbbing so much that you could barely look to your side. You could barely see as Sebastian walked in.

“Y/n,” he said as he walked in the door. He was always gorgeous, but even now he was breathtaking. His eyes were wide and full of concern. He was sporting a hiatus beard and slightly longer hair than usual, and he was wearing that Rutgers hoodie that you used to steal all the time. He looked like the giant teddy bear of a man you were completely and utterly in love with.

“You don’t have to tell me this is stupid, because I know it is,” you responded dryly. Humor. That was a great way to cope with what was currently going on. It was also your only defense mechanism, and Sebastian saw right through it. He smiled that perfect smile.

“They said you fell out of a window?” He asked. “Listen, I know I broke your heart, but I’m not worth suicide.” That brought a sick smile to your face.

“As if I’d kill myself over you,” you rolled your eyes. “This was obviously a ploy to get your attention.” He walked closer to you, his eyes serious.

“Seriously, though. What happened?”

“I was doing a stunt and I was supposed to kick a window, but I didn’t do it right. I literally thought I was going to die.” He chuckled. “I’m not that bad at my job, I promise. And I’m really sorry they made you come down here, I didn’t even think I’d ever need an emergency contact.”

“Yeah, but you’re admitting you need me. It’s fueling my ego so please, keep going.” You could tell he was only half playing when his smile faded. He walked closer to you until you scooted over in the bed, letting him sit on the side. You wanted to grab him and hug him, but you had one working arm and it had an IV running through it. “I’ve been thinking about calling you.”

“I saw a really cute dog the other day and it took everything in me not to call you,” you admitted. You looked down, feeling your face go red. “I miss you, Seb. A lot.”

“I miss you too. A whole lot. And I’ve been thinking every single day about calling to apologize, but every time I thought about it, I thought it was too late, so I would just wait, and…”

“Apologize for what?”

“For fucking breaking your heart. And mine. It was a shitty thing to do, and if I hadn’t then I could’ve been there today.”

“You couldn’t have stopped me falling out of a stunt window.”

“No, but I could’ve been there to pick you back up. I’m sorry, kid. I was so worried about the rest of the world and how they were worried about your job and the age difference that I didn’t worry about you when I should have.” Sebastian’s hand went to your arm with the IV in it, grabbing onto your hand. “And I think it would be completely pathetic to ask to have you back, but here I am doing it.”

“Yes.” You didn’t hesitate. You didn’t need to hesitate because there was no doubt in your mind that you should say yes. Sebastian looked up at you, a little confused. “Yes. I want you back too. And I’m sorry it took this to get you here, but…”

“I’m sorry, baby.” He gripped onto your hand tightly and you tried to squeeze it, but you were on too many pain medications to be able to tell if you did or not. “I love you. And I’m not gonna let some stupid Daily Mail article change that because it’s dumb.” You sniffled.

“I love you too.” Sebastian leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your lips. You’d missed him so much. You’d missed how he smelled, how soft his lips were, how he’d always kiss the same spot on your forehead. Just as he gave you a smile, the nurse appeared again with papers in hand.

“Alright, these are the release forms. Basically, if you’re going home on your own, you sign for yourself, if you’re going with someone else just write them down instead.”

“Thank you,” Sebastian said to her. She handed him a pen and the clipboard and left the room again.

“My insurance and stuff are in my wallet,” you told him.

“I think I still remember most of it. And, besides, you’re coming home with me anyway.”

“Seb, you don’t have to…”

“I want to take care of my girlfriend after she fell out of a window.”

“It was a plexiglass window.”

“I know. But it was still a window. You’re still my girlfriend. Or you are now. Just let me baby you for a couple weeks, okay? I missed you.” You smiled.

“Thanks. And only if I can borrow that hoodie back.”

“Just don’t tell the photographers that I think followed me from the coffee shop.” You scoffed.

“I promise I won’t tell the media sharks. And they’ve probably figured it out on their own anyway. I’m sure the studio is going to issue some kind of statement and then people will track it to me and then figure out that I’m going with you.”

“Yeah, probably. I don’t care, though. You’re mine. Fractured body and all.” Sebastian leaned in and kissed your forehead again, a smile coming over his face as he went back to signing papers.

A/N: I hope you like it!

#sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan imagine

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britonell · 4 years ago

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For @inukag-week 2020!

A short and sweet follow-up to Hermit’s Haven, and this time Inuyasha encounters a different kind of visitor...

Rated T for Inuyasha’s swearing.

Hermit’s Dilemma

Inuyasha stared at the cub, trying to ignore the distinct sense of déjà vu.

The Ezo brown bears were pretty common around these parts, at least enough to be a minor nuisance during deer hunting season, but they were almost always adult males. The only time he had come this close to a cub was when he had followed the village fishermen to the waterfalls and a female and her cubs had joined their group, apparently using the men’s presence to shake off a hostile male bear. This time there was no mama bear, just a lone cub.

Said bear cub sat on his furry little haunches, peering up at the dog-eared man.

Wasn’t this the same place where he first spotted Hachi?

More importantly, what the hell was a bear cub doing all on his own, and so damn close to his house? Shouldn’t this scrawny little guy be in a cozy den with his mother, dozing off until spring?

Inuyasha looked around once more, ears flicking back. Nope, no other bears nearby. Perhaps the mother had gone out to scavenge for acorns one last time and had been struck by a vehicle, or wandered into some other residential area and met the business end of a rifle.

Well fuck-a-doodle-doo.

That was how Inuyasha found himself crossing the icy bridge with a bear cub in his arms, making his way to—

Wait a minute, there’s no way the dogs would stay calm if he showed up with a squirming bear cub. Maybe he could hand him off to Miroku, that guy probably knew more about bears. Crap, was it even legal to bring a bear cub indoors? His residence was technically a shelter, would his non-profit get in trouble? It’s not like he was going to keep the cub. He should head to the agricultural school ASAP, there had to be staff members with experience in handling wild animals.

He froze mid-step and the curious cub glanced up at him.

Shit, shit, shit, he couldn’t go to the school now, Kagome was picking up her mother and grandfather from the airport and she had made him promise, multiple times, that he would be in the village to greet them when they arrived.

He would stay put, he had assured her. He knew how important this was for her, considering she hadn’t gone back to Tokyo for Christmas. He wasn’t gonna disappear like a coward. Not like he cared if city folks visited his village. It’s not like they were the same people that drove him and his mother out of their old apartment. It wasn’t a problem.

Really.

The bear cub let loose a shrill squeal and Inuyasha nearly flung the cub up into the air before stopping himself. Instead, he held the cub in front of him like a ticking bomb.

Did he need milk? Could bears drink cow milk? Maybe he was cold. Did he need to put him in his jacket? Maybe the cub was scared. Should he swaddle him? Kagome did say he had a knack for swaddling the dogs. The chihuahuas usually liked it. And once the bear quieted down he could hide him in a spare room until morning. Right, this would work. Absolutely. Totally.

Mind made up, he went up to Miroku’s house and slid the kitchen window open.

“Yo, keep an eye on the dogs, will ya?” Inuyasha shouted, making sure to keep the bear out of sight. If what he was doing was against the law, he wasn’t going to drag anyone else into legal trouble.

Miroku poked his head into the hallway. “Gotcha! And for goodness’s sake, use the front door.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Inuyasha grumbled. They both knew that wasn’t going to happen. Miroku could just as easily install a lock on the old window, but Inuyasha had a feeling he never would. Miroku had been insistent on not altering the original design of the house.

That was...nice.

“Hi Inuyasha!” Sango called from somewhere down the hall. “We made yakidango earlier. Do you want some?”

“Uh...maybe later. Thanks.” Inuyasha gingerly closed the window and stepped back.

Yeah. That was nice too. The elderly villagers used to offer him food. They were being neighborly, or so they claimed.

Not that Sango was a neighbor. Yet. He knew she was looking at a couple of houses. That fox demon from the agricultural school, Shippo, was probably going to move in soon.

The bear squealed again, prompting Inuyasha to quicken his pace.

Kagome’s front door was unlocked, as usual. He had told her to start locking the door but no one here really worried about security, what with him and all the dogs running around. She had at least promised to lock the door...after making a key for him.

Fuck, he was not blushing at the thought.

He stomped into the living room and rummaged through her dresser until he pulled out a fluffy pink blanket.

Wrap the blanket around like this, tuck the paws in here, rub his head like so, pat his tummy to soothe him, and voila. Inuyasha examined his handiwork with a satisfied grin, which wilted a little at the realization that he was too adept at this.

The bear peeked up over the edge of the blanket and eyed him, as if waiting for something. Inuyasha hoped he wasn’t expecting a lullaby. Then again, Kagome did say music can calm down dogs in stressful situations.

He reached for Kagome’s iPad and scrolled for a while. Hmm, this would do.

Kuma Sanbiki

He sat down cross-legged on the floor and held the bear burrito close to his chest, mumbling the same lyrics that he used to sing with his mother.

Kuma sanbiki issho ni sunde,

Papa kuma, mama kuma, akachan kuma—

“Eep!”

Inuyasha froze and slowly looked up. Kagome was doubled over, shoulders trembling, hands covering her face. He would’ve thought she was in pain if he didn’t catch a delighted giggle. A woman who was clearly her mother stood by the entrance, one hand resting on a suitcase and the other over her heart, watching the bundle in his arms with dewy eyes.

“What’s all this then?” An elderly man walked in, kicking his shoes off in a huff. “Don’t just stand there, we need to—young man, you’re holding the baby wrong.”

Inuyasha could do nothing but sit still and watch the elderly man saunter up to him.

“Now see here, if you want to calm a young one—that’s a bear.”

“What?” the woman, henceforth known as Mama Higurashi in his head, said.

“A bear?” Kagome chortled, her face still red.

Busted.

“Err…” Three sets of eyes were on him. “I found a bear cub,” he finally confessed.

Word got out pretty quickly, mainly because Kagome ran out to get Miroku’s expensive camera equipment “for that money shot,” and both Miroku and Sango came over to greet the guests as well as take a look at the bear cub.

“I can’t believe you swaddled a bear!” Kagome giggled, hours after the fact.

“Bear cub,” Inuyasha corrected, his forehead firmly planted on his kotatsu. It had been decided that Sango would watch the cub for the night and bring the bear to the school in the morning, because apparently the school’s resident bear expert was her uncle.

Stupid, Inuyasha thought. Stupid, stupid, stupid, he should’ve just brought the cub to Sango in the first place. Stupid.

“I can’t wait to get those pictures on my laptop.”

He lifted his head to glare at her. “So you can laugh at me some more?”

“I wasn’t laughing at you!”

“Uh-huh.”

She scooted over to snuggle up to him, ignoring his sputtering protests and unflattering comparisons to Pen-Pen. “I was losing it because it was too adorable for my little ol’ heart. You’re gonna make a girl faint with your paternal instincts.”

He tried really, really hard not to let her words, or the way she was twirling his forelock, affect him. “Yeah, sure. OK.”

“But you know,” she said with a coy smile. “I do have a confession.”

Inuyasha glanced at her suspiciously.

“I would’ve preferred seeing you holding a baby. My baby.”

He didn’t remember much after that because his brain short-circuited and he went on autopilot.

(Kagome inwardly cursed. Asking Miroku on how to confess like a wrecking ball had not been one of her best ideas.)

The bombshells didn’t end there, though. The next morning, after joining the Higurashi family for breakfast, he was helping Mama Higurashi wash the dishes when she nonchalantly proved just how much her daughter took after her.

“You should’ve joined us for dinner last night. Grandpa and I had a question and Kagome had no idea what the answer was.”

“Oh,” was Inuyasha’s reply.

“I’m sure it’s something my daughter has been wondering about for a while.”

“Ah.” Not freaking out, Inuyasha mentally repeated over and over again.

“And, I must admit, I would like to know as well. This is a good time to ask, don’t you think? No need to be modest when you answer.”

“Umm…” Sirens blared in his head.

“Which do you prefer,” she said airily, “small weddings or big weddings?”

~*~

AN: The Higurashi women sure love to drop bombshells. Inuyasha’s soul temporarily left the mortal plane of existence. He’ll be fine.

For the children’s song I had to decide between what Inuyasha ultimately chose or this one: Mori no Kuma-san. I’m more familiar with the latter but I figured the song about the bear family was more appropriate for the situation.

Also, Inuyasha waiting for Kagome is essentially the Patrick waiting for SpongeBob scene. Oh Inuyasha, you poor, hopeless puppy.

#inukag week day 3 #inuyasha #inukag #kagome #inukag week #fanfic #fanart #my fic #my art #fanfic au

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grocerystoredean · 3 years ago

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Hey bestie!! Yeah that was me the other day with the mangos, seriously I really shoulda looked it up or something cuz that was almost as bad as the time i accidentally used powdered sugar instead of flour. I hope whatever beings that look down at us like ants talk about me like posts about jensen ackles. Maybe i wanna be the pretty man with the fruity little boots! You ever been in onea those houses that look like hgtv? I Do Not Belong Here. Also i forgot my meds at home lmfaooo. Youve probably seen those oil pumps, the ones that look like birds pecking, yeah? (unrelated but onetime we found some frog eggs in the water tank of one and we took em home and raised em up into frogs!). And they have those out in the ocean, one exploded recently i think?? So we was watchin a video on em and apparently they build em close to each other and idk if the guys from one rig will boat to another to like play cards or something but i think it would be fun if they did. Also i think theyre kinda rad looking, like if they werent so bad for the enviroment and stuff i think ppl should just live on those. I guess itd be hard to make money there? Tho they can be fairly self sufficient too i think. But ok there was this scooby doo episode on onea these and velma was like gay for this mermaid?? Idk it was pretty much my fav one except ofc she turned out not actually being a mermaid which was lame cuz i think mermaids fuckin rock. Tho i think the idea of freshwater mermaids is much cooler. Like imagine getting pulled to ur death in a river not by the undertow but cuz u stepped too close to a mermaid hole. Fuckin awesome shit there. Ohh speaking of which I seen ur thing on japanesenatural, but like. Thats such a clever take on spn??? Everything i know about japanese ppl comes secondhand, friends, neighbors, social studies, etc. but i like reading about ur stuff on it. Every time someone takes spn and looks at it through a different lense, especially identity based, its always so good. Its about giving fictional characters ur lived experiences and processing things thru them ig. Also i saw yall was talking about poems earlier and while i dont know a lot of em i rlly like that one about the orange and idk if someone brought that one up already. “I love you im glad i exist” OK!!!!!! OK!!!!!!!!!!! I am feeling some things! Love how cas is very into bees like every time this bitch mentions insects im just!!!! Mmmm and i personally, being rhe person who has a ton of useless info on insects (not so much specifically bees but i know some. Mostly cuza castiel actually.) very much enjoy this. Yessssss lets talk about insects ily bestie!! I love being friends with other queer ppl…. Like omg same! I dont remember what i said to u last time also i feel like i just talked a lot so im gonna go before i start repeating myself also isnt it so frickin crazy its sunday??? And like the 4th of july. Here they only can have sponsored city approved firework shows so they already did those, but back home peoplell still be shootin off fireworks till next sunday lol. Im glad we arent doing anything this year. Learning from perspectives outside of the country has made patriotism taste much more rotten. How ru????????? I think its weird when ppl have cameras everywhere like in the house im in theres an ipad set up in the kitchen and u can see every angle of the outsidea the house. Some guy in my neighborhood has like floodlights and a buncha cameras all over their house that always comes on when im walkin the dogs at night and ik they got robbed a few times so /ig/ it makes sense but also theyre all really annoying and the dad is a cop and every person in my neighborhood who got robbed was a total asshole so like??? Is it rlly a crime if its funny?? Mbby if u stopped posting about qanon on facebook ppl would like u more smh. No but crime is bad ig. I wish ppl would garden with me cuz a lotta these people have nice manicured lawns (and seriously FUCK those. Biodiversity ftw babey!!) but dont rlly know how to garden which is different from me cuz i know how im just bad at it

DSFJJSDFJKL dba first off. powdered sugar instead of FLOUR????? also im so glad you like japanesenatural i think it's very fun as well! tasty treat just for me. as for the orange poem it's literally my favorite poem of all time i read it for the first time like sitting in class and fully tearing up it's so good. happy fourth of july to you too! i hope you have many people to talk insects with bestie. as for gardens i literally killed my little cactus i kept in a window sooooo. oops. i'll leave that to u guys.

#dead bird anon #asks

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steponmepinkjun · 3 years ago

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I NEVER FINISHED MY STORY OMG. ok so i left off at being too proud to tell my friend she was right and kpop fucked hard. the difference between u and me is that i’m too good of a liar. too good. i kept up the “i hate kpop it’s cringe” facade for ALMOST TWO WHOLE YEARS, I SHIT YOU NOT. why? bc my dumb ass, extra ass, dramatic ass self thought “ok if i’m gonna have to deal with the embarrassment of admitting i’m wrong, i better do it in such an extra ass way it’ll knock ur socks off so hard that YOULL be the one embarrassed not me.” the original plan was to learn the entire choreography to bts dope, bc it’s the song that she told me to listen to and inevitably the song that got me into them, but later switched to bts fire bc i saw too many of those “choreo matches w any song” videos, and then her birthday party came up. and here’s the real kicker. her birthday is April Motherfuckin Fools. so it would be So Perfect for me to reveal my kpopism as a birthday present And a april fools prank in one. so i was Set on the Reveal being on april 1st, but the day rolls around and god that choreo is so fucking hard and i am Not a dancer. never have been. so i abandon that and go ykno what… i’ll do it Next Year. BC MY BITCHASS WAS LIKE NO THE MOMENT IS TOO PERFECT TO DO IT ON A NORMAL ASS DAY ITS GONNA BE ON APRIL FOOLS ON HER GODDAMN BIRTHDAY OR NOT AT ALL. a year rolls by, i’ve told most of our friends except her and they’re all in on it, i’d made so many subtle kpop references to her without her realising they were fully intentional and had too many scares where she almost figured me out but i lied my way out of it, and i’d given up on showing off with choreography bc i couldn’t make that shit look good. i’m not a dancer. i am, however, a rapper, and a damn good one, so i inhaled the agust d mixtape and decided i’d just rap the eminem of kpop’s anthem at her face. in korean. and change the lyrics at the end (if u haven’t listened to agust d, the bridge repeats “i’m sorry” a lot) to “i’m sorry i kept this from u for so long” and “i’m sorry i actually ult got7 not bts�� (this was like the april after skz debuted ok i was holding onto got7 for dear life knowing full well skz we’re going to convert me smh) and the best part? she never saw it coming. her official present was a cd with a bunch of kpop on it but she thought it was just a personalised mixtape for her so i told her to play the first song out loud and she knew the song Instantly. it has a long intro so she was like “i guess u did listen when i recommended u this song!! i knew you’d like it since u like rap so much!!” and then i started rapping and i shit u not. she started SCREAMING. like the initial reaction was her jaw dropping and then instinctively covering her mouth but when i kept going and she realised i wasn’t fucking around she just fucking screamed like a banshee. at the end during the sorry bit i threw off my jacket to reveal a got7 shirt on the inside and she fell off her chair and started rolling around on the floor. needless to say it was every bit as satisfying as i thought it’d be LMAOOOO afterwards her ass was like “I CANT BELIEVE U HID THIS FROM ME FOR OVER A YEAR” and when i tried to explain my ego couldn’t take the “i told u so” she was like “you know i wouldn’t have made fun of you for it right? i would just be glad you’re not hating on my boys anymore” so basically i’m a big dramatic fool and she was always too good for me.

don’t mind the weird spaces here my ipad is being all fucky wucky w me rn. damn sad to hear ur sideblog experience didn’t go so well, i’d have shown u the cool side of the fandom if i knew 😤😤 leading u thru the cursed halls of kpop stan tumblr like a sketchy tour guide that’s actually 3 small raccoons stacked on top of each other like a trench coat, like “over here we have the fanfic writers that honestly need to publish a book, over here we have the gif makers that are responsible for my entire camera roll, if we take a quick swerve past the death threat anons and the twt fanwar screenshots - mind ur feet bub the 14 year olds were tryna make a grab for ur ankles - ah here’s the holy grail of shitposts, you might be here for hours, to the right we have the weird aussie side of the fandom that projects our childhoods onto chanlix but also all the members as we decide what their life in australia would’ve been like, and down there is a secret trapdoor to the blogs w endless random headcanons that will make you laugh, cry or blush depending on if the author woke up and decided to choose violence today. enjoy your Stay!” but then again i’m not so active on tumblr anymore (ngl you’ve become the highlight of my tumblr experience these days, interaction wise,) so maybe all my Local Hotspots are inactive now. i know a bunch of them are, it’s sad. “i don’t fw stan twitter for the same reason i don’t hang out in meth dens” oop. guess i’m a meth addict. no but i get u i rly do, it’s a hellhole out there, but the fact that things get shared and spread a lot easier than on tumblr and how short most things have to be (therefor keeping up w my adhd attention span without having to resort to the mental torture that is tiktok, with the added bonus of not always needing headphones.) that i just. couldn’t leave if i tried. maybe i should try being active on tumblr again but it’s a dying site in comparison.

“their music doesn’t consistently hit for me as much as skz” i’m sorry we can’t be friends anymore. what. what. you don’t dramama ramama ramama hey? you don’t feel a little jealousyyyyyy, naega anin? you don’t shoot out, shoot out, shoot out, or aremdaeun love killa love killa? you can’t be your hero du du du du du du du du du dududu? u disappoint me. literally like everyone i know who likes skz music likes mx music like it’s a rite of Passage. they’re kindred spirits, monsta x music is like skz’s music’s cool but mildly heterosexual older brother. neither of them know what a bad song is it runs in the family. and both their music runs in my VEINS. whenever i describe my music taste they’re always the first two that come to mind, skz being my number 1 bc they are my best boys but mx bc of the Flavour. pls listen to the entire the code album then get back to me 😤🙌 ok but fr ur so right they are 7 of the finest men i ever seen (yes i say 7 bc i’m including wonho cause he deserved better and i’ll die on my ot7 bullshit.) like don’t get me started on them either LOL i LITERALLY downloaded that one insta video of changkyun working out his back n arm muscles w his tattoo showing bc i needed that shit saved for Science. they could do Anything w me like frfr. yes vixx is the bdsm contract group i’m telling ya they wildin. or at least they were. it’s been years since their last comeback idk what they’re doing anymore tbh. and yeah that makes sense, savouring the hyperfixation i feel it, but also i’m so attached to skz that i never let it die. like i hyperfixate on other things and other groups but i will Always go back to skz cause they’re my homeboys. hell, they’re my home. being a predebut stay i’ve spent more time w skz than most of my actual family members at this point. but that’s just me you do u boo xx just know that if ur anything like me ur never letting go once skz it’s been my longest lasting fixation cause they hit like Nothing Else Do. ik i’ve already said that but i cannot stress it enough. they’re really special. i’m gonna stop here before i get all sappy and emotional bc i really love those boys so fucking much and i don’t drop the L bomb often. SIDE NOTE I WOULD LIKE TO SEE UR LIST OF GROUPS RANKED BY THORSt. i need to judge ur Taste. and omg cat&dog is such a guilty pleasure song bc the lyrics make me cringe so much bc while pet play can be fun they be doing it in more of an “i’m an innocent soft dogboy uwu” kinda way that just Does Not Sit Right with me. it comes back to the objectifying of asians that asians themselves don’t help in industries like these and maybe i’m looking too far into it when rly it is just wholesome n cute or maybe they are into some pet play shit idk idc i will bop to the song regardless but i will not acknowledge the lyrics nope.

YOURE RIGHT THO SKZ’S OPENNESS IS IN FACT, A BIG DEAL, i’ll grab them for u if u want but i found these twt threads of skz supporting the lgbt community and i just felt a special kind of happiness man like sure the delusional part of me likes going “haha they’re gay” bc my brain likes to imagine them as my polycule of mlm boyfriends bc sometimes thats what gives me the serotonin to get me thru the day ok don’t judge but also bc it’s nice knowing that yes i’ll never know them personally, but at least i can support them knowing they’d respect my gender identity and my pronouns, they’d respect who i choose to love, and that’s already more than the general public can say so shit, it is special! it’s special that they don’t treat being cishet like the norm - they constantly remove gender from their songs and speech entirely, they don’t assume all stays are female anymore, we don’t talk abt the babygirls incident cause we got babystays in the end outta that ok, and it’s just. so refreshing and important to me bc i can’t get that anywhere else!! like my semi ults are the boyz and while i love them very much and there’s no way all 11 of them are straight i refuse, i do get just a little bit sad whenever they she/her their fandom by default and call them their girlfriends n shit even tho i do still identify as a girl, i’m also genderfluid/nonbinary/transmasc, and i have a very love/hate relationship w my womanhood and rarely use she/her pronouns, cause it’s like, do you not see me? see us? the ones who aren’t cishet women? i mean i know kevin does bc he congratulated a fan who came out as nb but it’s just not the same as the openness we get w skz. like how do i trust cishets i could be supporting them as a queer person when in reality they’d call me a slur. what would i know, behind the screen? so it’s so good that skz go the extra mile to make it a safe space for everyone. this is already long enough i will reply to the second half of that ask in another message… tomorrow cause it’s 1am and i’m tired gn -felix bi anon

I'mma have to start putting these under a readmore so that i don't absolutely make everything who is still following me for some reason go totally fucking insane 😂

NDJDHWJJAHFNAKBSJSBFBHHDBDNAJD YOU HAVE NO IDEA THE FACES I WAS MAKING READING THIS, I WAS FUCKING CACKLING AND GASPING EVERY OTHER SENTENCE SO HARD THAT I SCARED THE CATS NDJWHSHSB the fact that you went "oh you want me to get into kpop? Give me a hot minute, and I'll give you a whole ass private concert for free" biduehsjdbd biiiiiiiiiiitch you're a fucking ICON, I stg I could NEVER 😂 (and not just because I couldn't find a tune if you gave me a printed set of Google maps directions and that I embody the steriotype that white people can't dance, like my sister kept sensing me tiktoks of the whole "dance like a white girl" trend going lmfao look it's you and eventually I was like "sis please this trend has me feeling like being white is a disability and these mothafuckers are being ableist 😭 also I could NEVER be that on beat so yall ain't even doin it right 😭😭😭😭"). Tbh if I told one of my friends (lol what friends, i got jokes) to get into Skz and they showed up at my bday and performed the entirety of I Got It I would simply shower them in money and go "aight everyone else go home, you are no longer needed, you are being laid off, your position has been eliminated, we're downsizing, the company is moving up and you're moving out, you are not qualified for this role any longer, best of luck with future endeavors" 😊

I think part of the reason I can't deal w Twitter is the exact reason I refuse to leave tumblr, in that I've been on tumblr since 2006 and twt since 2008, and tumblr literally has not changed at all, not even a little, whereas going from the early days of twt where there were no corporate sponsorships or ads and you had to manually copy and paste someone's tweet and @ them to retweet it, to how it is now, like 90% ads and showing me shit from the timelines of people I don't even fuckin follow n whatnot, it's just not enjoyable. Idk how anyone finds anything on twt, it confuses and frustrates me because I am old and have not adapted well to technology changing 😂 But arguably, the skz fanbase doesn't want me on skztwt anyways so like it works for both of us lmfaooo. I am old and cringey, and also still think of twt as stream of consciousness whereas tumblr is your teenage bedroom where you can decorate the walls with anything that interests you. I do really love the nonsensical kpoptwt shitposts tho fhshsbdjjss like it is a very specific flavor of mental instability that I enjoy immensely 😂 OH and also I initially misread part of that and thought you were saying you actually irl do meth and I was like 😳 WHAT DO I SAY TO THAT. HOW DO I HANDLE THIS. Like how do I express like "I wasn't being judgy of people who use substances cause I've been there but I was just being insensitive 😳" And then went back and reread it and was like WHEW, IM JUST AN ILLITERATE FOOL 😂😂😂😂 ejeywhdhrhjwbfbdjshdhdhd I spent like an hour bwign like "IS THE REASON WE GET ALONG BECAUSE THEY'RE ON METH???? WHAT DO I DO WITH THIS INFORMATION??????" hrhehshe I am literally a fuckin idiot it's fine

It's not that I don't fw them, it's more like... Okay so like there is no situation in which I am going to skip a skz song if it comes on shuffle. You will not ever catch me NOT in the mood to listen to Sunshine, if God's Menu comes on we are THROWIN the meager amount of booty meat I got hither and thither, I could be in the happiest mood of my life but if Ex comes on I will stop to SOB. And I'm not like that with most music, so mx just falls into the category of "there is a time and place." Idk why but it just doesn't forcibly grab hold of my heart and ass the way skz always does. I really don't WANT my skz fixation to ever end, but I know that eventually it'll stop giving me dopamine bevause my brain is my worst fucking enemy 🙃 like my arcana fixation is to date the longest running hyperfixation I've ever had, going on almost three years, and I used to not be able to spend every single second of every day thinking about Asra, but now... I just feel nothing when I look at arcana stuff. As you can probz tell by the fact that I hardly post arcana anymore 😂 So I know that eventually all my happiness will end, it always does, I can never stay just as obsessed with something as I was for long. I CANT SHARE THE LIST BECAUSE I DONT *HAVE* TASTE YET 😭 I'm basically just compiling a list of any group someone tells me I should look into, ranked by how strong the kitty purred upon googling pics of them 😂 My mom read my ass to FILTH over txt lmfao she was like "they're not that adorable. Maybe your standard for adorableness has gone down with You Know Who still on hiatus 🤔" bfjwhdhd like MOMMAAAAA THE LIBRARY IS CLOSED 😂 she attacks me any time I even hint at stanning other groups, she is a skz purist and stans skz only, unofficial Momma Stay of All Stays keeping me in check lmfao.

I feel like skz really do follow thru on their promise that they're a safe space for stays, it's nice to see that they hold space for anyone and everyone in their fanbase and do it in a really simple and elegant way, I feel. Like they never make it seem like "okay here are the fans and here are the token weirdos that were only recognizing to make a buck off of them" the way a lot of artists make it feel like 😑 like they don't go out of their way to act like it's some revolutionary act to do the bare minimum of not shitting on certain parts of the fandom, if that makes sense. They feel very "yeah, of course we love all our stays, this is a welcoming space for literally anyone, that's how it should be, that should be normal," instead of like "Hi fans we love you 😊 and special shoutout to you ell gee bee tee folk, make sure to buy my rainbow merch after the show!!!" you know? Like, they're the friends who would never make you feel weird or different for some shit, the friends that take the attention off you if something they know ur sensitive about comes up, instead of weirdly snapping at whoever brought the unfomfy thing up which ruins the mood and makes you feel tiwce as bad, yk? They just give off this vibe that they, and the space they create with their music, is just a genuine and chill place to be and hang out and relax and bond. I feel like they'd be the friend group that is so goofy and sweet and silly and accepting and lovely and always makes you feel loved and excited to be alive 🥺 They are all good noodles 🥺🥺🥺

#felix-bi-anon #asksteppie

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parkersharthook · 5 years ago

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The More I Drink

Peter Stark-Rogers & Stark-Rogers!reader (twins)

warnings: alcohol consumption, idiot 21 year olds

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Another truth or drink because I can’t come up with my own ideas :))))) (x)

“Hi I’m Y/N Stark-Rogers.”

“And I’m Peter Stark-Rogers.”

“And we are here with Cut to celebrate our 21st birthday which occurred one week ago!”

“And to celebrate our 21st we are playing Truth or Drink twin edition.”

[Welcome to cut, we are very happy to have you here with us today. To get started, who is the favorite child?]

You laughed slightly, “between just us two or also Harley and Morgan?”

“Well if we include them, it’s definitely Morgan.” Peter laughed

“Oh hands down it’s Morgan, no questions asked.” You sipped at the rum and coke they provided you with, “but between the two of us it’s you Peter.”

Peter rolled his eyes and sipped at his own drink, “I don’t know about that…”

“Well, I do. It’s you.”

“whatever.”

[Did you know when the other lost their virginity?]

Peter grimaced, “Ew no! and I don’t want to hear about that!”

You rolled your eyes with a frown, “And I don’t want to tell you… geez. I also don’t want to know when you lost yours.”

Peter nodded, “Good we’re in agreement.”

[Have you ever stolen from each other?]

You nodded with a laugh, “Oh most definitely.”

Peter did a double, almost spitting his drink out. “What?! What did you take?”

You laughed and shrugged, “I’ve definitely taken money from your room, I steal your shirts and hoodies all the time. Oh I took your iPad for a while… I gave that one back but yeah I took it.”

Peter looked at you in shock, “You little menace…” He shook his head in disbelief, “At least I know I’m the better sibling now though because I have never stolen from you.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“believe it.” Peter said over the rim of his glass.

[Who’s the more successful sibling?]

You both answered at the same time with the same answer, “Me.” Call it twin-tuition or whatever but it also might just be siblings thinking they’re better than the other.

Peter defended himself first, “are you kidding? I’m literally graduating from MIT the top of my class.”

“And I’m graduating from Columbia!” You shouted incredulously

Peter rolled his eyes, “yeah with a business major.”

Your jaw dropped in shock and slight anger, “Just because you do biomechanical engineering doesn’t make you better than me!”

“No but at least I’ll be able to get a job.” Oh you wanted to smack the smug right out of his words.

You were now shouting at him, “I’m literally taking over dad’s company when I’m older!”

Peter pointed at you harshly, “We’re both doing that and you know that. You’re just gonna be the Pepper Potts in the situation.”

You smirked at him “And you’re trying to tell me that Pepper is less successful than dad?”

Peter groaned and threw his head back, instantly reaching for another drink. “fuck, fine you got me. She’s definitely not.”

[Have you ever stolen from either of your dads?]

Peter snorted, “well I’m assuming the answer is yes if you stole from me.”

You rolled your eyes, “Well I value dad and pop’s stuff more than yours so me stealing from you means nothing.” Peter rolled his eyes as you thought about the question. “I actually don’t think I have, I’ve never needed to.”

Peter stared at you with an offended look. You raised your glass in toast to him and took a sip. Peter answered, “I took the car without asking once. That made them pretty mad but it’s not like I kept it or anything.”

“yeah I don’t think I’ve even done that.”

Peter rolled his eyes and pointed at you with his drink before taking a sip, wincing at the strong drink. “one, you’re just saying that because they’ll watch this. Two, this is literally tequila on ice.”

You laughed loudly, a little snort coming out making you cover your mouth and Peter to laugh at you. You shook your head fervently, “No, I’m not just saying this because they’ll watch it. I’m telling the truth.”

[Who’s the better looking sibling?]

Peter shouted, “Me!”

You shook your head at him, “Me!”

Peter looked at you with furrowed brows, “are you joking?!” He began to count on his fingers, “I’m tall, I have abs, I have curly brown hair, I wear glasses, I’m literally the definition of a hot nerd.”

You rolled your eyes, “Just because you’re more conventionally attractive doesn’t make you better looking.”

Peter took a small sip of his drink and shrugged, “I really think it does.”

“don’t body shame me.”

“I’m not- what?”

You sighed and groaned, “fine. You can take that one.”

[Who’s the smarter sibling?]

You took a long sip of your drink, the tequila burning your throat as it goes down. “We both know it’s you so we don’t even have to argue this”

Peter smiled, “yes… but I feel like I also radiate more dumb bitch energy.”

You laughed loudly before leveling your head, “that’s fair.”

[Who's the sluttier sibling?]

You laughed, “Oh me by like 10000 percent.”

Peter shook his head and took a generous sip, “I didn’t want to say it but….”

You smiled and nodded at him, “No, I wear that badge with pride, it’s definitely me.”

[Have you ever hooked up with one of my friends?]

You rested your chin on your fist as you looked to the ceiling. A finger on the other hand danced around the rim of your glass, your eyes squinting in though.

Peter furrowed his brows, “why do you have to think so hard? I feel like it’s a very simple yes or no answer.”

“I’m trying to remember!” you shouted in the midst of your laughter.

Peter laughed along with your, “well I haven’t!”

You pointed at him, “Lies!” You chuckled at Peter’s shocked and confused face. You continued, “You are literally dating MJ. She’s my best friend so….”

Peter scoffed and rolled his eyes, “ok but we were all mutual friends. It wasn’t like I went out of my way to pick one of your friends to hook up with.”

You groaned, “Fine, I’ll let it slide.”

[which parent do you like better?]

You giggled slightly as you finished off your second glass, “I think I might be a little drunk.”

“off two glasses?” peter knocked back the rest of his, “lightweight.”

“that first drink was more rum than coke and this one was probably 4 shots of tequila over ice.”

Peter raised a single brow at you and poured himself a shot of vodka, “lightweight. Shot?”

You rolled your eyes, “yeah sure.” The two of you knocked back the shots easily, only a slight grimace present on your faces.

Peter shook his head like a dog and smacked his own check lightly a few times, “focus. Back to the question.”

You looked off camera with a lazy smile, “which was?’

[which parent do you like better?]

Peter shook his head, “I’m not answering that…”

You also shook your head, “I’m not answering that either… I mean, I have an answer but I’m not gonna say it.”

Peter widened his eyes at you, “you have an answer? I honestly don’t think I could choose.”

You winked obnoxiously, “I can and I did.”

Peter giggled, “they are so gonna kill you when they see this.”

“are you kidding? They’re gonna shower me with shit to become the favorite or to woo it out of me.”

Peter laughed again and you could see his cheeks get a little pink. Oh yeah… he was getting drunk. “now they’re not because you said that.”

“oh they definitely paused the video right after I said that. The rest of this is moot to them.”

Peter laughed loudly, head thrown back and eyes shut tight. He sobered up pretty quickly though when he remembered, “wait do we have to take a shot because we didn’t answer?”

“fuck.”

Two more shots down the hatch.

[did either of you have sex in the others’ bed?]

You grimaced and shook your head, “no.”

Peter gagged obnoxiously, “god no.”

You nodded, sipping your third drink. “good.”

Peter agreed, “I’m glad that’s that.”

[Have you ever disliked one of your sibling’s partners?]

Peter leaned his head against the back of the chair and slouched dramatically, “oh god yes!”

You opened your mouth like a gaping fish, “What?!”

Peter threw his hands out, exasperated. “you’ve dated such shitty people!”

You pointed at him, “But that’s not fair! You’ve only had one girlfriend and she’s my best friend.”

Peter shrugged, “I mean I kinda dated Liz…”

“Yeah but I liked her too, she was also my friend.”

Peter smiled a little smugly and sipped his cup with a pinky raised, “I guess I just have good taste.”

You snapped your fingers, “Oh wait! there was one I didn’t like.”

Peter frowned in confusion, “what? Who?”

“Harry.”

“oh.” A pause, “Ooohhhhh.” Peter chuckled loudly, “You just didn’t like us together because you wanted him for yourself.”

“Not true.”

“so true.”

You pinched your fingers together, the two hovering a centimeter apart. “Fine, a little true. But he was also kinda a dick.”

Peter nodded and sipped at his glass, “good thing that didn’t last long.”

[who of your sibling’s friends is the hottest?]

You clicked your tongue, “Oh Johnny by farrrrr.”

Peter scrunched his face up, “really? Johnny?”

You nodded enthusiastically, “Oh yeah and I know you can appreciate beauty in men so you must agree with me.”

Peter shrugged slightly, “I don’t know… I guess Johnny just isn’t my type. Also, Harley is not going to be happy about that. He’s very protective over his friends.”

You smiled into your glass, “Well he can get over it soo… What about you?”

“MJ, obviously.”

You rolled your eyes, “Cop out.”

Peter scoffed, “do you want me to name someone other my girlfriend who I think is hot?”

You groaned, “Ugh fineee”

[If your sibling killed someone, would you help them hide the body?]

Peter shook his head and sighed, “no.”

“What!? I would help you!”

Peter threw his hands up in defense, “no! I do not need to be dragged into that. One of us has to make dads look good!”

“Okay well, we already established that that wasn’t going to be me.”

Peter shook his head at you, “still not helping you.”

You looked at peter with contempt, “Wow, I bet Harley would help me.”

“Then ask him.”

[Who’s your favorite aunt/uncle?]

You shrugged and rolled your head slightly, “I don’t think I have a favorite… I’m closest to Sam but that doesn’t necessarily make him my favorite.”

Peter laughed, “oh, so you can pick a favorite out of our dads but not our aunts and uncles.”

Your eyes rolled so hard, Peter thought you might’ve seen the back of your head. “Oh my god… let it go. Can you pick a favorite aunt or uncle?”

Peter nodded and answered quickly, “Thor.”

You laughed, “Nat’s gonna kill you”

Peter’s eyes widened in shock, “fuck! I take it back, it’s definitely Nat.”

You shook your head, “Can’t take it back now…”

Peter shrugged and casually said, “I’m dead.”

[What’s the most embarrassing story you can think of about one of our family members? If you can’t answer take 2 shots]

Peter grimaced and looked to the camera, “I don’t think we can answer that…”

You shrugged, “I’ll answer it no problem.”

Peter looked to you, “y/n…”

You scoffed playfully, “right, like Clint doesn’t embarrass himself in public on the daily.”

“c’mon y/n… I don’t think-"

“pussy.” Peter frowned at you. You turned to the camera animated, “One time Clint was trying to pull a prank on our dads and he was executing said plan through the air vents and one of the vent opening grate things was loose and when he put his weight on it, he fell through and onto Bucky’s lap in the common area so everyone saw it.” You waggled a finger in the air, “Very funny.”

[Are there any secret relationships going on in the tower? If you can’t answer take 2 shots.]

“Can’t say.”

Two more shots. Both you and Peter grimaced as the alcohol went down. You both were definitely a little drunk now.

[Is the black widow a maternal figure?]

Peter smiled, “actually yeah…”

“She babysat us all the time when our dads were unavailable or had date night or whatever.” You smiled as you recalled the fond memory.

“Best aunt we could ask for.”

You chuckled slightly, “Don’t tell pepper, she’ll be mad.”

[Last one, do you enjoy being a twin?]

“of course!” Peter exclaimed

You shrugged casually, “Eh.”

Peter looked offended, “y/n!”

You laughed, “Kidding, kidding. You know I love you Pete. I don’t think I could life without you.”

Peter smiled at you, “ditto.”

“ditto?! You fucking respond to that with ditto?!”

Peter laughed and took one last sip, “love ya sis.”

edited 5/18/20

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cinnella · 4 years ago

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Tell me every emoji........I dare you Didi

👁️👄👁️

I literally want to fucking smash this website to FUCKING SMITHEREENS!!! I DID THIS WHOLE FUCKING THING AND IT DECIDED Y'KNOW WHAT, I'M NOT GONNA SAVE IT BECAUSE I'M A FUCKING BITCH!!

Anyways, here goes another hour of my fucking life.✨

📱 Show your phone lock screen and/or home screen

For some dumb fucking reason, this phone never lets me take a screenshot of my lock but here they are. (I miss Unus Annus)✨

💕 Your two top fave fictional characters

Answered here! ✨

🕹 Video game you are currently playing

None.✨

🌡 Fave season

Spring and summer, I cannot emphasize enough how much I fucking hate the cold. Autumn and winter are the worst, we don't even have snow anymore!!✨

🏫 Are you in school, what grade

Senior. The last and hottest pits of Hell.✨

🎒 Are you in college, major area of study

Nope, I don't even want to go to college actually.✨

🏢 Your job (You don’t have to be specific) or dream job if you don’t work

Tattoo artist. :3✨

📷 Post the 12th photo from your phone’s gallery

📅 Your birthday

26th October 2002.✨

🎂 How old are you

18 years old.✨

📏 How tall are you

1.71 m (5'7) ✨

🔑 Key to your heart

This bitch @sahana-anand (I'm being cheesy, sorry)

It's actually food.✨

📖 Fave book

It's a tight one between Obsidio and Crooked Kingdom.✨

📝 Fave quote

"A man so obsessed with holy fire, should pay more attention to the smoke." ~ Alina Starkov, Ruin and Rising✨

🌐 Languages you can speak and/or are learning. Which are you fluent in

As a native, I can speak Romanian fluently and I believe I'm pretty good in English too.✨

💻 Desktop/Laptop/iPad/other

Phone.📱✨

📔 Do you keep a traditional diary

I started one at the beginning of this year when I was in my worst state of mind, but I gave up on it mid-July.✨

☠ Something that angers you

Slow people, my dog being a crazy shit, teachers asking me to open my camera during meetings, my sister pestering the heck out of me, my mom accusing me of something I didn't even do, MY FATHER LEAVING HIS SHIT EVERYWHERE!!✨

🐷 Junk food you can never get enough of

Chips. I just have an insatiable craving for chips all the time.✨

🌼 Fave flower

Answered here!✨

📺 Fave anime

You'll probably flame me for this, but I don't watch anime.😅✨

🎥 Fave film

It's really tight between the Final Destination series, the Ice Age series and the Pirates of the Caribbean series. I just can't choose a single one.✨

📻 Fave song currently

K/DA'S VILLAIN!!✨

🎙 Can you sing

Fuck no, my voice is already raspy and ugly as it is, I don't want to kill anyone's ears.✨

🎁 Best gift you ever received and why

This year, I received a "Me? Sarcastic? Never" black hoodie from my bestie and a silver moon necklace with ring from my mom's best friend! So beautiful!✨

👾 Do you believe in aliens

I believe we ain't the only living species in this fucking universe, yes.✨

👻 Do you believe in ghosts

Answered here!✨

⛪ What is your religion

Non-christian, that's for sure. I don't have anything against christians per se, but I just don't vibe with that. I'm not sure if I'm an atheist or a satanist either.✨

🌎 What country do you live in

Romania, baaaaby, and it fucking sucks.✨

📸 Post a selfie

Like hell. I love you, Hani, but I don't trust my face being on this website. Maybe just in our dms.👀✨

#thanks for the ask!

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thecleverdame · 5 years ago

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Caught - Part One

Sam x Reader

Summary: You're arrested and interrogated as an accomplice to the notorious Winchester brothers.

Warning: Talk of past violence, death of parents, rape and abuse.

Words: 3.5k

Beta: ilikaicalie

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“Y/N.” Detective Marlow says your name as if you’ve been sent to the principal's office, slapping a file folder on the table in front of you with the flare of a television detective. “I have to admit, I’ve been looking forward to the day I got to talk to you in person.”

“Well,” you sit back in your seat, holding out your hands for her to uncuff you. “I hope I live up to expectations.”

“I have no doubt you will.” She grins, unlocking the restraints. “I’d ask if I need to worry about you, but you’re not the violent one. Sam and Dean take care of the dirty work, don’t they?”

You try not to react when she says their names. The police don’t really care about you, but they’ve got a hard on for the Winchesters. Bringing in the famous brothers would make for a pretty sizeable notch in someone’s belt, commendations up the wazoo.

This bitch wants the big prize.

“I’m not sure what you’re referring to.” You blink and she snorts in response.

“That how you wanna play it?” She pinches her lips, nodding to herself. “You know, you don’t have to be afraid of me. I know what happened to you. I’ve got a pretty good idea of what you’ve been through and I want to help you.”

“Whatever you think you know, you don’t,” you spit back.

“Tell you what,” Marlow offers. “I’m just gonna ask you some questions and you can choose what you want to tell me. Sound good?”

“I don’t think I have a choice.” Shifting the chair you look around the windowless room, a touch of claustrophobia setting in.

“Did Sam kill your family by himself or was Dean with him?” She hits you with that one out of nowhere.

Your entire body goes stiff, closing your eyes for a brief moment and sucking in a breath to control your emotions. It’s been almost five years but it never gets any easier.

“Get fucked,” you grit, leering at her.

“I’ve got a theory about the boys,” she continues while you find a chip in the paint on the wall, a focal point to keep yourself grounded. “Everyone thinks Dean is the crazy one, a real piece of work. But I think Dean’s the only one who’s gotten caught. I think Sam is the real monster. He’s a sadist and murderer. Sam likes to hurt people.”

“Dean does have questionable impulse control,” you smirk, forcing any reaction other than crawling under the table. While you come off as having a tough exterior the truth is that you’re not good at this kind of thing, your anxiety is spiraling, heart rate picking up to a gallop.

“Let me tell you what I think happened and then you can fill in the details.” She flips the chair around, straddling it. “We theorize that Sam picked you out ahead of time. He stalked you, watched you for weeks. We have him on CCTV waiting for you to leave the gym, following you home from the grocery store. Sam watched you for a long, long time. He waited until the perfect moment and then he broke into your apartment and slaughtered your parents and the family dog.”

“You don’t know anything about what happened that night.” You swallow the grief that instantly bubbles up from your gut.

“But we do know. We know he dragged you out of the building kicking and screaming.”

She methodically pulls several photos from the folder, placing them in a line face-up on the table. They’re a series of still shots from the grainy black and white security camera in your parent's apartment building. In the first picture, Sam has you by the arm, both of you are covered in blood. His face is stoic but you’re in obvious distress. In the second you’re pulling away from him, trying to run. In the third, Sam has you slung over his shoulder.

“I know you didn’t want to go with him.” She taps the last photo of your ass in the air.

“You don’t know shit,” you murmur, clasping your hands together in your lap.

“Everyone thought you were dead. We assumed Sam used you for whatever he wanted and left your body somewhere. You were in the wind for almost five years. You can imagine how surprised we were when we ran prints from the museum B&E and it came back with three matches. Sam, Dean and you.”

“Honestly,” you shrug. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Five Years Ago...

You’re ninety-nine percent sure you’re having an out of body experience.

The car jerks as the big guy in the driver's seat hits the accelerator. The gears shift stubbornly, your body lurching forward against the seat belt. It’s a car he hot-wired a state back. It seems possible he might not even know how to drive a stick, but that’s not stopping him from pushing the speedometer past 90 miles per hour...then 100. You wonder for a split second what kind of damage there would be if you jumped from a vehicle at this speed. Visions of flayed skin and bloody pavement snap you back to the reality around you.

Please God, don’t let him be some kind of sadistic killer. You owe me.

You sit, hands folded tight in your lap, and watch the cityscape whizzing past. Squinting as the wind whips through the open window. The two of you are driving fast and far: destination unknown. The sun is beginning to set over the horizon, throwing a golden glow that would be picturesque if your mother’s blood wasn’t drying under your fingernails.

“Where are we going?” Your voice falls deadpan, flatlined like the rest of your dormant body that refuses to move. There are a myriad of questions that you know you should be asking; for instance, a simple:

Who the hell are you?

What the fuck happened back there?

Can you pull over so I can puke?

A whole other side of your brain whispers for you to be quiet. Maybe he’ll let you go if you just sit still and shut up.

“Who are you?” You let your eyes stutter to the side to cheat a look at him. His grip on the steering wheel is so tight his knuckles are turning white, skin ready to split like a cheap dress tearing at the seams.

After a moment his mouth twitches, followed by a cock of his head.

“I’m Sam.”

The dark aggression in his stare has vanished. The blood-chilling glare he wore standing in your home earlier that night is just a memory. Judging by the fact that you’re still in one piece you hope he’s not an immediate threat.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he confirms right on cue.

His voice is surprisingly soft for all the yelling he’d been doing at your house. Memories of his booming voice mix with bloody screams – your mother pleading, begging for her life. Then the gurgling sound when her throat was - you push it back out of your head. It’s too much.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the rearview mirror and it’s only then the realization hits that you’re having a panic attack. Your body feels like dead weight, calm as a cucumber; however, your reflection clearly shows your red, swollen face covered in tears and shaking violently.

This all feels like waking up from a dream.

Your body begins to hyperventilate and you’re powerless to stop it.

“Where are you taking me?” you plead in labored breaths. “You have to pull over, I have to…I have to call my aunt.”

“I can’t do that.” He chews his lip and looks at you with genuine concern. “You need to calm down, you’re gonna pass out.”

“My family…” your words are swallowed by your throat as you struggle for breath.

He reaches over placing a large hand on your thigh, squeezing to get your attention. “Hey, look at me...right here…I’m gonna make sure you’re okay, stay with me…”

He’s still talking when your vision goes hazy and you fall into an abyss. The last physical sensation you have is his hand violently shaking your arm and then everything fades to black. Out like a light in the passenger seat of a stolen BMW, next to a strange man with a destination yet to be determined.

Present Day

“He really did a number on you, huh?” The Detective places both forearms on the table, leaning closer. “I’m not even going to pretend that I know what you went through the last couple of years. I can only imagine the kind of horrors the Winchesters put your through. But I need you to think clearly now. This your chance to get your life back.”

She thinks Sam abducted you, they all do. The police are convinced that Sam murdered your family, kidnapped and raped you and then somehow brainwashed you into staying with him. You’ve read the police reports and seen the warrants for his arrest. They think he’s the worst of the worst.

“Sam would never hurt me.” You sit back in the chair. “He’d never make me do anything I didn’t want to do.”

“Oh really?” She pouts out her bottom lip, turning over her iPad. “I wanna show you something.”

She swipes her fingers over the screen, pulling up a video and turning it around for you to watch.

It’s a bloodbath right from the get-go. Dean shoots a man, the overnight front desk at a shitty motel, in the back of the head at point blank range. Sam not far behind and he’s got you by the arm.

You glance up at Marlow, shifting in your seat, unsure of what you’re about to watch.

The three people on the screen are not you, Sam and Dean. They’re leviathan that crossed the country on an interstate killing spree that nearly got you all arrested. But there’s no explaining that to the detective.

Sam stops to yell something at you. The video is silent but you can see Fake Sam in your face, pointing a finger before shoving you backward violently. When you stand up and shout back at him, he slaps you across the face so hard you spin and collapse to the ground.

Fake Sam pulls you back up as you fight him, grabbing you by the hair until you have to stand on your toes. He releases your hair as one hand curls around your throat. Your mouth opens and closes like a gasping fish, clawing at his hands. Once you’re compliant, he bends you over the desk, pinning your arms above your head.

You look away, unable to keep from sneaking glances as the Sam on the screen pulls your jeans down and rapes you.

If you didn't know better, you’d think he was a monster too.

“You wanna see the money shot or should I stop now?” she asks, tapping the screen to pause the video. “Toward the end, things get even harder to watch. You must have said something to really piss him off because he...well I’m sure you remember. But he’d never hurt you right?”

The leviathans did this on purpose, it was all part of a series of calculated acts to make Sam and Dean look like the worst possible guys on the planet. It did the trick, they’re still at the top of the most wanted list.

“We’re into roleplaying,” you retort, feeling the heat of frustration rise in your cheeks.

“Yeah,” she snorts. “I bet.”

Five Years Ago

Your father’s voice brings you back, calling out of the pitch black and beckoning you back to the land of the living. He sounds the same as when he woke you up for school when you were a kid. Every morning he’d whisper the same thing; open your eyes sugar, time to face the world.

When you come to, the pounding in your head hits you like a freight train. Then the immediate overwhelming odor of alcohol that makes you want to wretch. You squish a sour face, slowly opening your eyes after a series of painful blinks.

The big guy is still there. It was no dream.

Sam is still behind the wheel, but now the car is parked in the lot of a Walgreens. He’s pouring a bottle of rubbing alcohol over his bleeding knuckles like it’s no big deal. You watch in silence as he holds his arm over the pavement and pours again until blood washes away, his hand glistens in the night air.

A minivan pulls up beside you, Sam watches carefully as an intoxicated middle aged man stumbles toward the store. From the full moon overhead you guess it must be well into the night. You clear your throat and he looks back at you.

“You alright?” Sam asks.

He sounds half concerned and half accusatory. As if all this was an inconvenience, somehow your own fault. Like he hadn’t thrown you over his shoulder and carried you kicking and screaming away from your dead family.

“I uh,” you shake your head. “I don’t even know how to begin to answer that.”

“Fair enough,” he nods matter-of-factly and offers you a battered hand mirror from his lap. “I took care of your arm while you were out, you might want to do your own face.”

You glance down to the bandage around your forearm. The assailant sliced you open like melted butter. Lifting the edge of the bandage you can see a series of crude stitches as you cringe.

“That’s gonna be a really awesome scar, dude, thanks,” you huff, shaking your head. Whoever this guy is you should have known he wasn’t going to swing by the emergency room.

“You were out and you just kept bleeding. Sorry.” Sam’s tone is forced. He’s trying to remain cordial, but his non-verbals are howling ungrateful bitch.

The mirror is dirty, but clear enough to get a stomach churning look at yourself. You’re not surprised to find your right eye is swollen, a nasty shade of black. It almost looks as gruesome as the split in your upper lip. Your face inexplicably begins to throb for the first time when you see how bad the damage is.

“Here,” Sam hands you a freshly opened package of aspirin and a bottle of water. You sit in silence as you shift in your seat, wiping your eyes out of habit only to discover your cheeks are wet.

“I didn’t even know I was crying. Jesus Christ.” Your tongue darts to the cut on your lip sending a jolt of pain to every other battered part of your body. “I just, I need you to tell me what’s happening, I don’t…”

“You’re in shock, it’s totally normal after what you just went through.” He doesn’t look at you. You could be wrong but he sounds…irritated. “We can talk about the rest later, when you’re not so worked up.”

“Yeah, well, thanks for helping, or saving me or whatever that was.” You stumble to find the right words.

Sam doesn’t answer; instead he runs a hand through his hair and turns the key in the ignition.

Present Day

“She’s not talking.” Detective Marlow bites off the end of a granola bar, watching you through the one-way glass.

“Does that surprise you?”

“The Winchesters did a number on her.” Marlow’s eyes never leave you, running a hand over her jaw. “This shit we saw on the tapes is just the tip of the iceberg. She’s lived through hell, she survived with those two psychopaths the only way she knew how, she assimilated. You can’t blame her.”

“You’re probably right,” Buck nods. “Poor kid got passed around by two brothers.”

“I’m not so sure about that.” Marlow looks at Buck. “Sam Winchester doesn’t strike me as a guy who likes to share his toys. I don’t see him letting Dean anywhere near his little obsession.”

“Well, either way, she’s gonna be a tough nut to crack.” He hikes his pants up under his gut. “We opened her phone. Most of her texts have been erased, but there are a few videos on her Google Drive.”

“Videos of what?”

“Sex, sucking and fucking. Nothing out of the ordinary if Sam wasn’t a world class psycho. But watching these you’d think they were a couple of newlyweds.”

“It looks consensual?” Marlow nods. It doesn’t surprise her. After years of tracking the Winchesters and looking into your disappearance, she’s become convinced that you’re suffering from Stockholm Syndrome. It does make it harder for her to work her angle, she wants to turn you. Get you to talk and kill two birds with one stone. Put the Winchesters behind bars and rescue you from years of assault and abuse.

“You tell me.” Buck taps the screen and a series of moans float out from the speakers.

“Fuck, Sam, so good like that.” Your voice whines.

“Jesus,” Marlow takes the phone, watching a homemade porno of Sam’s face buried between your legs, two bigs hands hooked under your knees, keeping you spread open as he eats you out with unrestrained enthusiasm.

“Please,” you beg, two hands in his hair. “Fuck me.”

“Anything you want, baby.” Sam’s head pops up from between your thighs, smiling with a glistening chin as he crawls over you like a predator, thick shoulders flexing as he gets closer to the camera. “You need my cock tonight?”

“Need you so bad,” you pant, pulling him down into a kiss.

“I don’t need to see any more of this, not right now anyway.” Marlow pushes the phone away.

“That’s not even the good part.” Buck slides the video forward, stopping toward the end.

Sam’s fucking you from behind, curled over your back as you arch back to catch his mouth in a kiss. Your voice is clear as day as you mumble against his lips, “love you so much.”

“I haven’t watched them all yet, but it’s not the only profession of love on these tapes. However this started, she’s all in now. You’re gonna have one hell of a time painting her as the victim to the DA.”

“I think maybe we got off on the wrong foot.” The detective sits down across from you. “I understand you’ve been through more than most people would be able to handle. You don’t think you can trust me and I get that, I do. But all I want is to understand what happened to your family and what happened to you.”

“Stop trying to sweet-talk me.” You glare, clenching your jaw. You hate talking about your family. Sam’s been the only person who can get you to open up about it without falling apart.

“Help me understand why you’re protecting someone who would do such awful things to you?”

“I already told you,” you grit. “Sam isn’t this terrible guy you’re making him out to be.”

“We both watched the same thing.” She taps the iPad. “Look, no judgment from me. You’ve spent a lot of time with the guy. I think, given your circumstances, it’s natural to develop feelings over time. We can talk through this, help me understand what’s really going on here. Why are you covering for him?”

“You wouldn’t understand if I explained it to you.”

“Why? Because you love him?” she presses.

You can’t help your reaction, eyes darting up to look at her face.

You’re not entirely sure Sam is even alive right now. He was in the middle of a knock down, drag-out battle with the Devil himself when you were picked up by police. The last thing you said to you him was see you in a few and now you wish you’d picked a more profound choice of words.

“Because, it’s...complicated,” you shrug, staring at the table.

“Complicated like falling for the guy who beats you? Forced himself on you?” Her voice softens, leaning in. “You know Y/N, just because you’re having consensual sex with him now, doesn’t mean what he did to you back then wasn’t wrong.”

“Fuck,” you mutter, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. You know full well they must have hacked your phone. You should have deleted those fucking videos. “That guy, the one who hurt that girl in the video, that wasn’t Sam and it wasn’t me.”

“Oh?” Marlow nods, sitting back in her seat, crossing arms over her chest.

“Oh?” You parrot back, sick of her condescending tone.

“I think we need to stop.”

“Why the sudden change?” Your eyes narrow, senses on high alert.

“Full transparency,” she leans forward, sliding her chair back. “I’m going to ask for a psychiatric evaluation.”

“You think I'm crazy?” You snort.

“No, I think Sam and Dean Winchester did a lot of damage. And we need to know exactly how much.”

#sam winchester x reader #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester smut #Sam Winchester Fanfic

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divrx · 5 years ago

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⤰.* –– ﹆𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | ⎝2.⎠

Adjusting herself in the seat, DIOR watched as the mic was hooked onto her and the monitors begin to light up with her face on it. ❛Issa evil world we live in. We signed up for this shit though right?❜ Making her usual funny face in the camera, she did her little dance in front of the green screen before hearing the clack of the action board. ❛Again, not necessary.❜ @aehqs | @tsrhq

❛ So this week we had a nice little carnival and my big kid ass was mad excited.❜ The female started off with a wide grin, clasping her hands. ❛ I luhh me some rides and funnel cake. Spent time with a couple of my siblings, won shorty her Jamaican banana and got to try fried oreos. Shit was going smooth till it hit the fan.❜ Reflecting back on the last 24 hours, she tried to choose her words carefully since the topic had new developments that weren’t quite ready to be shared. ❛ Devon and I definitely was kicking it for a minute with a few relations here and there. Seeing him pop up at the carnival with Aaliyah did throw me off but single folks do single shit.❜ She was confused as to where the narrative of a one-sided relationship came up when all she did was just express feelings for him amongst her family. ❛ I’m single, he single. Ain’t nothing else to it, baby.❜ It was a partial lie for now but again, she wanted to keep things cute and simple. ❛ I will say niggas better not get mad when we start benching them and beat them at they own games. 'cause the women on this cast are more than pretty faces and pussies to keep in your pockets, gents. That’s all ima say on that.❜

Grabbing a hold of the IPAD the producer handed her, a few light chuckles couldn't help but leave her freshly glossed pair as she scrolled through the comments and posts on the SHADEROOM. Handing the device back, she waited for her cue to give her thoughts. ❛Jerome and I? That ship...is docked in the middle of the ocean right now. It didn’t work out the 1st...or the 2nd...or the 14th time..for reasons babes, so if you think we just gonna poof together per request of some strangers? You trippin’. We took the best parts of our relationship and turned it into a dope ass friendship so we chillin’ for now. I love the kid though. His corny ass.��❜

After a few more clips, DIOR was was prompted to give her final thoughts on the last week, her tongue pressing against her top lip for a moment as she tried to think ❛ This week been interesting. I wish a MAN would court me like I been seeing my blood doing these last couple days but shit happens and you gotta just move on. ❜ The female shrugged some and smiled. ❛ I feel like folks still trying to feel out everyone and we all seen how people move around here so far so, these next coming weeks gon’ be interesting once shit start to unravel. ❜ Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she finished off her last thought. ❛ All I ask that this dogging niggas on the low? Ain’t it. When I say I don’t give a fuck, I mean that shit. I may bitch about something once amongst the fam but wave a Nintendo switch in front of me and I’m on to the next thought. How is clowning and talking shit benefiting you and your pockets? Me and mine be minding ours and you can't say you do the same when others are the center of your thoughts. And thats that on that. I’m high as shit so that probably ain’t make no sense. Basically, work on yourself. Don’t worry about me. I’m straight. Well...not fully. I do in fact, like pussy. Sorry mama.❜

#⤰ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃.﹆⎡𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝⎦#I'm tired.#This bitch really deleted on me.#I never felt stress like that before so this type wack bc I couldn't be bothered.

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D-8 SVT 5TH ANNIVERSARY: FAVORITE GOING SEVENTEEN EPISODE - MT SVT REALITY, GOSE 2019 EP 3-4 & 7, DEBATE NIGHT, SVT PLAYGROUND, DON'T LIE, BOO SEUNGKWAN'S PAST LIFE DESTINY, INSOMNIA ZERO (#2), AND MORE

Season 1 began in 2017 (another reason 2017 is ironically Seventeen's year) and SVT content was changed forever.

It began as more of a behind the scenes with everything from Don't Wanna Cry, Diamond Edge, Clap promo, and all the fansigns inbetween. This season just made me really sad I wasn't a carat sooner but it was a cool vlog for the boys and they were so excited to be filmed, precious bubs. I don't really have a favorite episode but here are some iconic/favorite moments

"Goiiiiing.. SEVENTEEN!" "goinggoing~~~"

Covering the camera with Hoshi's hand

"What if I die?!" "Then you die!"

SVT Energy Skincare™

Jun leaving people "frozen"

Angry MC Santa Wonwoo

Asking for the unicorn frap at Starbucks and having the order total turn out to be $17 thus triggering the members

Minghao flexing on everyone's life (again) on the trampoline

Hoshi being depressed about not getting bday wishes

Dino's "fanboys"

"Americano, aMEricano, ameRIcano, ameriCANo, americanO"

Make It Shine blooper

The dog from the concert poster photoshoot

Dabhao was thriving

My I behind the scenes 🥰

Any Junhao moment bc I'm whipped

Little 8 practicing his singing 🥺

Trauma (Seungkwan remix)

Spin-Off started introducing us more to GoSe in a variety format

We got variety-esque episodes like with the members cooking, writing letters to themselves, making flower crowns, drawing, and the arcade episode! But it was still mostly vlog-esque where we got to see behind the scenes of Thanks, Ideal Cut Concerts, Japan Arena Tour, 3rd Anniversary, their exhibit, Oh My/YMMD, and BSS promo. Again making me emo I wasn't a carat earlier missing all these iconic moments 🥺

My favorite episode is easily MT SVT REALITY and Hoshi yelling out the window still might be one of the most iconic moments ever, PERIOD. My other fave moments include

DK and Jeonghan fake laughing for like 5 mins straight

Minghao's mullet, period.

Driver Minghao for TTT

Jun abandoning DK to help Wonwoo with his apron instead

The birth of the legendary "T H E to the 8" rap (feat. the return of imma)

Producer Woozi

Episode 20 (yes I have that memorized) when Minghao hosts a cute little hotel date 🥺 he tells fans not to think of him romantically and then pulls this shit pretending to feed us and everything which is why I'm sad lol

Minghao's giggle when he did the bottle flip 🥺

Vernon full on losing it during an arcade game while Hao who's playing with him is dead silent

V8 vs. older bros

"you're over, Yoon Jeonghan"

Junnie winning at the fighting game uwu

The iconic Thinkin About You looks

That pose Jeonghan does that screams "your crush is coming, act natural"

Mingyu getting too excited and spitting on the cake so the members cover it but Mingyu thinks they're doing a team cheer

Hoshi screaming "2 captains!" repeatedly while Woozi regrets his life's decisions

Killing the8 in mafia just for returning from China

GoSe 2019 was the birth of the true variety show. They even made a theme song and everything 🤣😭 SVT are such natural entertainers ohmygod (and the editors really stepped up their game thank u staffs)

There was still some behind the scenes like the 4th Anniversary, Japan concerts, and Minghao instructing for Chinese Ver. of home, but they kind of started transitioning behind the scenes content to a different spot on the channel and honestly carats are so well fed with content #blessed. ALSO THIS WAS AROUND THE TIME I BECAME A FAN IM EMO

My absolute fave eps are the ones when they were brainstorming their own ideas for the show (3-4), the making of the intro/theme (7), debate night, and SVT playground but honestly the whole fucking season has so many iconic moments

Vernon not being able to read red marker bc of his red glasses

Jun's 1+1

Honestly it's so entertaining hearing them talk about their ideas even without them implementing them yet, they're seriously so creative

They do skits/roles so well like Jun pretending he's from the Chinese restaurant next door and Woozi being CEO of Going Entertainment dndkdk I cannot make this shit up

"Jeonghan act tired" Jeonghan: *fully falls to the floor and drags his body to the couch djdkdkdkkdld he's so fucking dramatic I'm still dying at this

Wonhao running around dead S.Coups

Minghao doing the going dance down the stairs (flexing again)

Pabo latte

Enthusiastic Minghao in Japan 🥺

The MBTI hidden camera

Diva Boo being pissed he didn't get Beyonce's MBTI but someone else did

Monsta X saving them at karaoke

Pigeon DK thriving during debate night

Geppetto Minghao looking fine af during debate night "I said so many nonsenses, I hope you liked it"

TTT fun - meerkat line rise, Jeonghan and Hoshi catching bugs but screaming the whole time, network love unit playing except Hao and he just gives them a cute "fighting!" Like they're his kids but he's just trying to relax lol, more mafia, Jun being hilarious during try not to laugh, S.Coups wanting to kill the staff (as usual), THE MEMBERS PLAYING WITH KITTENS

Froghao was thriving during svt playground

Bothering Woozi during secret santa

Hao's face when Jeonghan took the iPad

Dino literally got gifted a brick??

Junnie's light up grills

GoSe 2020 continues the variety so well and each member gets a month! So sad they shortened the theme but they gave us subs! Also the previews for next episode are great! They also stepped up the editing too. They are all working so hard for this and it really pays off

My favorite episodes so far are Don't Lie, Seungkwan's Past Life Destiny, and Insomnia Zero (especially part 2). I'm so damn hyped for Debate Night 2. Again so blessed for this content 😭🙌

It's harder to list moments when the entire episodes are iconic!!

DK failing at his own mystery food game

Minghao literally lucky number 8

The saga of Minghao being amazed at Mingyu's eating continues

Hoshi singlehandedly admitting he's mafia then getting Mingyu killed instead then openly killing the citizens at night without needing to hide and then winning the game ohmygod I cannot at how fucking wild and hilarious this episode was

Sleepy Jun during Seungkwan's Past Life Destiny

Junhao, evil twins, seoksoon, mingyuzi rise

Dino rejecting Mingyu with a moonwalk

The overall betrayal of couples omg

SA DALLA

Jun showing the Made in China tag djdkkd

Limbo was fucking wild

The members are all whipped for Woozi that shit made me soft as hell

Talking shit when other members are trying to sleep

Woozi loves dad jokes so much omg

They are so damn dramatic for the ASMR in Insomnia Zero pt 2 omg

TASTY

Jeonghan purposely not answering Hoshi's call to come back

Hoshi giggling that Woozi lost and Woozi fully having a crisis

Wonwoo identity crisis as one of the chill members

Brain Survival and Escape Room made my brain hurt but they're so smart

Minghao jump scare poor bb

Kicked out members becoming audience reactors

DK and Jeonghan fucking around with the props instead of helping

Their delivery food episode just made me hungry

S.Coups not flinching one bit at arm wrestling Hoshi

Trying to act cool when the move spots on the chess board

Seungkwan's wipe out

Getting debate night 2 really saved my life I can't wait for the rest of 2020

I typed way more than I should have but I just love Going Seventeen and all Seventeen content, being a carat really is a blessed life!

#seventeen #svt #challenge #im behind bc of finals #gose #going seventeen #WATCH IF TOO #IF IS SO FUNNY #i know i wrote way too much #if anything this is for my own record lol

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