#I kinda like yo and Sam but Sam is lying to him

[bellarkeandclintashaandsuch]

Just my personal opinions. I know Pim and Prim are supposed to be one of the side couples, but I’m not really feeling it. Like why did they give Pim a boyfriend? Can they possibly have enough screen time to resolve her breaking up with him to be with Prim in a satisfactory way? We haven’t even met him. Unless he’s the same one she took when Yo signed Lin up for the dating app. And I’m not even sure the camera showed his face? Unless this is some long game thing and he’ll factor into the plot later? Otherwise, he’s just there to provide a car for Pim? All I think when Pim talks to Prim is, are you still dating Boyfriend? And Pim’s character is just too much of a caricature when she’s around Prim. Like dial is back a notch.

I also feel like when you’re not the main, it’s hard to develop a character from being so dismissive and condescending, the way Prim was at first, to being a genuine love interest. Not that it’s impossible. But hard for me to connect to maybe?

Pim and Yo are A Lot. And they should just stick to gossiping loudly together. I do think it’s funny that Pim fawns over every beautiful person she sees. But it just makes me wish she were aroace and platonically in love with all these people’s aesthetics.

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: Anon request - "can you PLEASEE give us something super smutty, super kinky, halloween themed either both sam and colby or just colby. kinda like the halloween one you did for sam?"

Basically, this will be reader at a Halloween party and they decide to mess with an ouija board and Colby gets attached to reader, but doesn't reveal himself until reader is home.

Warnings: SMUT18+, Strong language, alcohol consumption, drunk actions, demon! Colby possesses reader, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (both), choking, hair pulling, scratching, filth

Word count: 4.7k | somewhat edited

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“Alright guys.” Ray says as he claps to get everyone’s attention, “Halloween game time.”

You walk into the living room, shocked at what you see, "No." You hold up your hand, pointing to the board lying in the middle of the circle, "No. fucking. Way."

The group groans, trying to convince you, "Come on, you really believe in that?" One says. Another chimes in, "It's all fake anyway."

You roll your eyes, "You have no idea what you're messing with. Plus, you all are fucking drunk."

"Come on." Your best friend, Amelia grabs your wrist as you stand up, "You don't have to touch it, but just stay with me.." she laughs slightly, "Moral support."

"You know this could get bad. Fast." You whisper as you lean in, “I am always saying how these things are a bad idea.”

“Can you please just stay.” She more or less demands, and you lean into her, squinting, "You're scared, aren’t you?”

She scoffs, "N-no.. u just.. can you just please?"

You sigh, "Fine. Fine. But I'm not touching that thing."

You sit there, watching as the guys across from you argue about how to get started.

"How do you- where's the instructions?"

You sigh, "You're supposed to cleanse the board first, and it would be better if you would stop-" you watch as someone spills alcohol on the board and you sigh, "Drinking."

"Lighten up, y/n." Sam says nudging you, "What? Are you afraid that we'll let all the dark spirits in?" He laughs, "Hell is empty tonight. So.." he leans over, "Can't summon something if it's already here, right?"

You rolled your eyes, you felt like the only sober one there.

"Alright, everyone, one finger on.. this thing." Ray says pointing to the pointer, "oh, and someone kill the lights."

You close your eyes one the lights flick off and everyone but you puts a finger on the pointer.

"Just do it."

You look at Amelia, "Did you say something?" She shakes her head, "No." you look over at Sam, "Did you say something?" He shakes his head, "No." a smirk grows on his face, "Hearing things already?"

You roll your eyes and sigh, "Fine. Fine." You lean forward, laying your pointer finger on the pointer, "Fuck me."

"Trust me.."

You close your eyes, shaking your head. You regret even being at this party.

You want to take your finger off the pointer but you physically can't.

It's like it's glued there.

Stuck.

"If there is any spirits here, we'd like to talk." Jace says with a slight laugh and you tilt your head as you stare at him.

"Jace, you have to ask nicely. They need to feel safe." You say looking up at him, "We welcome the friendly, positive spirits to talk to us."

The pointer starts to move, "Oh shit." Sam looks up, "Yo, who's doing that?" Sam laughs slightly, "That's not funny."

Everyone denies.

It moves to H then slides over to the I.

"Hi?" You all say in unison, "Hello."

You look at Amelia, "Ask it something." She goes wide eyed, "Are you fucking nuts?"

You sigh, "Fine. I'll do it. What is your name?"

The pointer starts moving, going to C.

Then O.

Then L.

Then E.

"Cole? Is your name Cole?" You ask and it slides to YES.

"Are you a demon?" Jace asks and you all look at him. You shake your head, "You don't-"

The pointer slides to MAYBE, making everyone shut up.

You try to take your finger off but it still feels stuck, and you hear a quiet whisper, "Stay."

"You can't just ask shit like that, Jace." Ray says, "Are you stupid!?"

"What? Are you scared?" Jace says with a laugh, "You said you don't believe in this shit."

The pointer moves, sliding to the letters A, S, K.

“This isn’t supposed to move on its own… right?” Amelia asks quietly as she looks over at you. You shrug and look over at Sam.

"Ask?" Sam whispers, "How many of you are there?"

The pointer moves to 1.

"So it has to be just one." Amelia looks at you and back to the board, "Are you Cole?"

“That was already asked.” Jace says with an eye roll, but the pointer slides to YES, anyway.

"What are you doing here?" Sam asks and before you can correct his question, the pointer moves to each letter that spells out your name.

“Y/n..”

"Fuck no. No!" You yank your hand away, "Who did that?" You look around and they all shrug, "I'm serious. Who fucking did that?" Your voice is in a high pitch and you sigh, "I’m done."

You stand up but you get dizzy and stumble backwards. Amelia and Sam stand up, holding onto you.

"Whoa, you alright?" Sam looks down at you, concern on his face, "y/n."

"I’m not gonna hurt you."

You shake your head slightly, "Yeah." You stand up straight, "I'm fine." You smooth out your costume and walk to the bathroom, Amelia on your tail, "What happened?"

You stop, whipping around, "What do you mean what happened? Those idiot fucks moved it to scare me because I didn't want to do it."

"Then why did you?" She holds her hands out and shrugs.

"I felt like I had to." You look at her, "Like something was telling me to."

She walks up to you, laughing slightly, "that's called peer pressure, y/n."

"It wasn't.." you sigh, knowing you're just wasting your breath, "Yeah.. you're probably right." You look up as she walks into the bathroom and you see a shadow standing at the end of the hall.

"Jace? Ray? Sam? Come on guys this isn't funny." You slowly walk towards the shadow, preparing yourself for one of them to lunge at you with a 'boo'.

"You okay?" Sam peaks his head around the corner from in the living room and you look at him. Your eyes move back to where the shadow was, and it's gone.

"Yeah, I'm just seeing shit now." You sigh, "I thought you'd never fuck with an ouija board, Sam."

He shrugs, "Peer pressure."

"That's what I said!" Amelia says in a sing song tone as she walks back into the living room. Sam looks you up and down, "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Yeah, that'll do that to you when your name is spelled on one of those things." You laugh slightly, "I just don't-"

"Listen." Sam walks up to you, "It was probably just Jace or Ray playing a stupid prank. I'm sure it wasn't anything. They didn't even do it right."

You shrug, "If I go missing, I'm blaming them."

Sam laughs and looks back the group in the living room, "Come on, I'll drive you home."

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It kept replaying in your head. The pointer moving to each letter. The shocked and scared expressions from everyone.

They couldn't fake the genuine shock, especially with majority of them being drunk.

"Do you think it was real?" You ask looking over at Sam in the drivers seat. He shrugs and rests his elbow on the center console, "I mean, maybe.. but like I said, they didn't do it right. So if anything were to happen, it'll probably be to them."

He laughs and you sigh, "I'm serious Sam. When I was going to the bathroom, I swear I saw something in the hallway, just standing there."

"I'm sure it was just that stupid fake tree that Leah got Jace to buy. I'm sure it was nothing but your imagination feeding off your fear."

You nod, "Yeah, you're probably right." You laugh at yourself, "I'm such a scaredy cat on Halloween."

He looks over at you as he pulls into the driveway, "Yeah. You're telling me." He rolls his eyes playfully and laughs.

You look at the door to your house, "Do you wanna come hang out for a little bit, just until I'm not scared?"

He turns the car off, "Yeah, I can."

You make your way inside and as you open the door, you see the same shadow you saw in the hallway of Jace's apartment standing over by the door to your kitchen.

You quickly flip the lights on and it's gone.

"That shadow was there again." You point and Sam moves in between you and the door, "Stay here." He goes to check it out, coming back out a few minutes later, "No one is here."

You shut the door and sigh, "I knew that was a bad idea. I should have next touched that thing."

"You know, I heard stories or people burning them or throwing them out and they reappear in the spot they were in last." Sam walks to the couch, plopping down and you just glare at him, "Not helping."

"You don't have one of those here do you?" Sam looks back to you and you shake your head, "Hell fucking no."

"Then you should be good." Sam laughs and turns back to the tv.

"I'm going to go for a shower. I'll be back down." You make your way up stairs, undoing the corset on your costume and taking a deep breath.

You move around the room, looking over your shoulder when you feel like someone is watching you, "Sam?" You call out as you walk out into the hallway.

"Still on the couch." He yells back and you laugh slightly, "Alright."

You walk back into your room and close your door as you finish getting undressed when you suddenly feel frozen.

You can't move.

You move your eyes around, trying not to freak out.

"Relax, babe."

"Mm." You whimper as your lips are pressed shut. You feel a hand drag up your back, "I'm not going to hurt you."

A man walks around your left side, stopping when he gets infront of you.

You couldn't lie, he was hot, but you were more worried on how he got into your house. Past Sam on the couch.

"If I let you go, will you stay quiet?" The man asks as he brushes your cheek.

You try to nod, but you can't, "Mhm."

You feel your body relax and you sigh, "How the fu-"

"Lower.. your voice." He walks around and presses his chest against your back, "Don't you want to know who I am?"

"N-no." You hesitate because you were intrigued by him, but you also didn't want to die.

"You won't die, baby."

You look over your shoulder at him confused. He chuckles, "I can read your mind, so that means I also know that you find me intriguing, but you're still scared."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Cole, but I go by Colby. Or-" he laughs, "did. I did go by Colby before.. ya know."

Your eyes go wide, "So that was real?"

"What the ouija board?" He nods, "Oh yeah, that was all me."

"You spelled out my name. Why?" You turn to face him, "Why me?"

"Because I like you. Your energy intrigues me as well." He runs his fingers along the open seams of your costumes, "Why don't you pick up where you left off, yeah?"

You bite your lip, multiple things going through your head.

He sighs, "Alright. I'll answer those questions because you're giving me a headache." He chuckles and steps back, "My name is Colby, or Cole. I am in fact a demon, and I died when I was twenty four, but that conversation is for another time."

You blink, trying to comprehend what he just said.

"And yes. That was me controlling you, I can honestly make you do anything I want you to, but if you're a good girl and do as I say, I won't have to." He winks and walks over to the bed, plopping down onto his side.

"How.. I mean.." you pinch the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes. You sigh and look up at him, "I thought demons had horns and black eyes or other creepy features.."

Colby chuckles, "I have horns, yes. But like what I said about making you do things, i can make you see things, too."

As you stare at him, his image flashes in your mind and you see him with horns and his blue eyes are black. You blink and look back at him and he's normal looking.

"Crazy right?" He sighs and heaves himself forward to sit up, "I can walk amongst the living, just like this and I can even control more than one person.. if I wanted to."

"Why are you here?" You cross your arms, feeling a chill run down your spine as he walks up to you. He looks into your eyes and they flash quickly from blue to black, "Because you want me here."

"I don't remember ordering a demon off Uber Eats." You snap and he laughs, "You're funny and pretty? Jackpot."

He walks around you, his hand sending a tingle through your shoulder as he touches it, "The devil himself would love you. You know why?"

"Why?" You slowly turn your head to meet his gaze and he smirks, "Because you portray yourself as an angel, but really you're just as nasty as me."

Your heart beat picks up pace and it makes Colby smirk, "You don't have to be nervous, darling." He tucks hair behind your ear and sighs, "I won't hurt you. Not unless you want me to."

He winks and you feel a warmth spreading over your body.

"What do you want from me?" You chew on your inner cheek and he stares into your eyes, "What I want from you right now, is for these clothes to come off."

Your hands move to finish taking off your costume, leaving yourself naked infront of him.

"You're such a treasure." He licks his lips and steps towards you, "Tell me what you want me to do."

"I-I don't-"

Colby cuts you off, "I can read your thoughts, baby. But that's not enough for me. I need to hear you say it."

You clench your jaw, trying to keep the thoughts out, but you couldn't. They were strong and you didn't know where they were coming from.

"Are you putting these thoughts into my head?" You look up at him and he shakes his head, "I am not. That's all you, baby."

You're shocked. Shocked because you're so turned on by him when you really should be petrified.

"There's no reason to be afraid of me, baby. The only people I hurt is people that deserve it, and you my dear, are far from deserving of that." He smiles, "I'm here to serve you, if you will."

"Serve me?" You swallow, "What do-"

He cuts you off with his lips on yours and you immediately become his. You can't explain it, but it feels like you belong to him.

His hands move into your hips, warming the skin as he squeezes, "Fuck." He leans back and shakes his head, "Tell me you need me."

"I need you." You whimper out quietly.

He tilts his head, "do you?"

You nod, "Yes." You felt like it was him making you say that, but he assures you it's not.

You pull him back into you, kissing his lips only to pull away when there's a knock on your door, "Y/n? You good?" Sam jiggles the door knob, but you don't remember locking the door.

"I locked it." Colby makes you look at him and his eyes flash black, causing you to stare into them as he speaks, "Tell him you're going to bed."

"I'm going to bed."

"Oh... alright. Well I'm just going to crash on your couch if that's okay." Sam says from in the hallway.

You look over at Colby and he nods.

"Yeah, no that's fine, Sam." You bite your lip, "Goodnight."

"Yeah.. night.." he walks away mumbling to himself and Colby appears in front of you, "Now let me show you something cool."

He stares at you and you feel a pleasure sensation slowly consume you. You furrow your brows, taking a deep breath as you try not to moan.

"Let it out baby, don't fight it." Colby whispers and you moan almost instantly.

Colby smirks, waking around your body, "I can make you feel things without even touching you." You tilt your head back, eyes fluttering close as you feel the feeling you get right before you're about to cum.

And then it stops.

You whimper, sad the feeling is gone.

"Don't worry baby. We have all night. Well." He looks at the clock on your wall and shrugs, "At least until midnight, so we better get to it yeah?"

You look at the clock that reads eleven twelve, "why midnight?"

"We can leave hell empty all night, baby. But let's not worry about that right now." He pulls you to him, lifting you up and your legs wrap around his waist.

He walks you over to the bed, "Spread your legs for me, I haven't tasted pussy in years." He kisses down your body and you bite your lip as gets closer to your clit.

You arch your back, moaning out as his tongue drags up between your folds, "Fuck." You look down at him and his eyes flash black, his voice ringing in your ears as his tongue laps at your pussy, "Don't cum until I tell you to cum."

You nod, closing your eyes as you lay your head back, whimpering out his name.

His voice rings in your ears again, "Say my name, baby."

"Colby.. fuck, yes, Colby." You arch your back, moaning out as your hand slides to his hair, pulling slightly which earns a moan from him.

You look back down at him, biting your lip as you lock eyes with him.

You freeze when you feel the feeling of two fingers slip into you, but his hands are still on your hips, digging his nails into your skin.

Your eyes roll back and you let out a loud groan, "Oh my god."

Colby pulls away, "God's not here baby. You're dancing with the devil tonight."

His words make your lips part and the feeling of being finger fucked heightens. Colby watches you as he controls how you feel.

Your legs start to shake as you approach orgasm, but Colby is holding you back from it, "a little longer baby. Can you do that for me?"

You nod quickly, gasping as his hand moves to rub circles onto your clit, "Tell me."

"I-I can.. I can.. I can.." You needed to cum, and you needed to cum bad, "Please? Please Colby."

"Please Colby what, baby?" He watches as you look up at him, "please let me cum."

He smirks and sighs, "Since you asked nicely." He bites his lip, tilting his head as he pulls his hand away, "Cum."

Your body explodes with pleasure. Your thighs press together and you're pulling the sheets off of the mattresses.

The best orgasm you've ever had.

"I take pride in that, baby. Thank you." He leans down, kissing your lips as you breathe heavy, "I'm only here to give you the absolute best pleasure you'll ever get."

You smirk up at him, in awe of his power, "Don't ever leave."

He chuckles and stands back up, "I wish, but if you only knew what it's like down there. Devil runs a strict schedule."

You can't help but laugh and his face goes serious, "I'm not kidding."

Your smile disappears and he can't help but laugh, "Nah, I'm just playing. But I will be back. I can tell you that right now." He slips his shirt off and starts to undo the belt on his jeans, "you won't ever get rid of me."

And you were weirdly okay with that.

You bit your lip as you watch the demon before you undress and walk over to you.

"On your knees, baby."

Your body moves from the bed and drops to the floor, "Not fair."

"Never said I was." He grips your chin and forces you to look up at him, "You can always tell me to stop. But I know you don't want me to."

"No." You whisper and he tilts his head, "No what, baby?"

"Don't stop."

He chuckles, "That's what I thought." He takes his hand away and you part your lips, waiting for the head of his cock to enter.

He lets out a low, deep moan as you work your head down onto his cock, bobbing it and hallowing out your cheeks.

"Fuck, you're better than i ever imagined." He lays a hand on the back of your head and you feel that finger fuck feeling again. You moan around his cock and close your eyes.

"Eyes on me, baby."

You look up at him, whimpering as you feel the pleasure work its ways up your body, legs shaking below you.

"Such a beautiful sight." Colby groans, "fuck, yeah. Keep going." His fingers wrap around your hair, pulling tight as he pushes your head down more.

You gag around him and he pulls your head off, eyes flashing black, "Stand up."

The pleasure stops completely as you rise to your feet, obeying his order.

"Get on your hands and knees." He nods towards the bed and you comply, walking over to the bed and bending over for him.

He walks up behind you, bringing his hand up to let it fall with a quick smack to your one asscheek. You wince, biting your lip, "Do it again."

Colby chuckles, "Since when did you become the one in charge?"

You clench your jaw and look back at him and his eyes flash black, "You won't be able to cum until I say you can." He winks, flashing you a smirk before pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, "How's that?"

You roll your eyes and he gasps, "Are we catching an attitude? Last time I checked.." He reaches up and grabs your hair, pulling your head back and looking down at you, "You weren't the demon in this situation, now, not another word until I tell you."

You bite down on your lip, whimper as you feel his fingers slide up and down your slit, "You're soaked, darling, I wanna hear all those pretty sounds."

He rubs the head of his cock along your folds, slowly pushes past them, "Fuck." You rest your head down on the bed, moaning out loudly.

"That's it." Colby groans as he pushes his hips against your ass. His hands squeeze your hips, pulling you back and holding you on him, listening to each moan and whimper that slips through your lips.

"Let's hear em, babe." He slowly pulls his cock out and thrusts back in, hard. You gasp, moaning loudly he keeps a slow and hard pace, "You sound so pretty."

You grip the sheets, pulling as you try and push back, but you're frozen again, all you can do is moan, hoping he lets you speak.

"You wanna speak, baby?" He taunts, "you wanna tell me how good my cock feels?"

You whimper in response, clenching around his cock and he sigh, "Alright baby. Tell me how good you feel."

"So fucking good." You scream out, "please.." you whimper, "Please don't stop."

"I won't, darling, but you have me so close already." He brings a hand down, slapping the skin of your asscheek, "You are fucking.." he groans and squeezes your ass, railing into you.

"Hands behind your back and keep them there."

Your hands move, laying on your lower back like they're tied together, a moaning, unraveling mess under his control.

And you loved it.

"I knew you couldn't turn me away." Colby moans out, laying a hand over your wrists and holding them, using them to pull you back into his thrusts, "Do you want to be choked?"

"Yes, but I want you to touch me." You squeeze your eyes shut and lift your head slightly as you feel his hand slide up your body and around to the front of your neck.

He pulls you up so you're on your knees, "No one has ever had this much power over me." He whispers in your ear, "No one."

You smirk slightly at both his words and his hand squeezing your neck.

"Such a dirty girl, I know exactly where you're going when it's your time." He thrusts into you, his thrusts quickly getting sloppy, "And I'll be waiting for you."

You moan and tilt your head back, resting it on his shoulder, "Colby." You whimper out, "P-please."

He smirks, "Words, baby. I need you to use your words."

"Let me cum.." you moan out, "P-pl-" he squeezes your neck tighter, cutting off your words. He runs his nose up and down your cheek, "If you cum, that means you're mine. No one else's."

A squeak slips from your throat, "Y-yes."

"I mean it." He bites down on your ear lobe, "I know you have a crush on Sam.." you bite down on your lip and he sighs, "But I guess he can suffice when I'm not able to come to you right away."

Your eyes go wide and Colby chuckles, "I'm just kidding. He touches you and I'll snap his fucking neck."

You can't help but moan as you clench around him, “No one but you.” You whisper out, “P-please Colby.”

“Do you mean it?” His thrusts are slow, as he’s trying not to cum himself, “Be honest with me baby.”

Instantly, “Yes, yes, only you. Only you.”

He glances at the wall and tsks his tongue, “Gotta go soon baby. Lay on your back for me.”

You roll over after he pulls out and he immediately slides back into you, a moan pulled from your lips. Colby brushes hair from your face, staring down at you as you look up at him.

You see his natural look flash and a smile grows on his face, “It’s the horns right?”

You bite your lip and nod and he chuckles, “Yeah. Maybe next time I’ll wear em for ya.” He winks and begins to thrusts again, biting down on his lower lip as he watches your face scrunch up.

“C-Colby, please.” Your legs wrap around his waist and your nails drag up his back, forming red lines, “Fuck.”

He says nothing as he watches you beg for him.

You let out a whine, laying a hand on his cheek, “Please.”

He leans down, pressing his lips to yours before leaning just an inch away, “Cum.”

Your back arches up, a pornographic moan ripping from your lips as your orgasm tears its way through your body.

Colby moans with you, as he fills you with his cum, “that’s it baby. Let it all out.” He watches you twist and turn, trying to get yourself under control, but you quickly realize that you’ll never be in control with Colby.

“Alright, relax, darling.”

You rest into the bed as your chest rises and falls quickly as the dizziness fills your head.

“I’ll be seeing you soon, baby. Don’t go too far.” Colby chuckles and when you open your eyes, you’re alone.

You sit up, pulling a blanket around yourself as you frown at the clock on the wall that reads midnight.

You shake your head, wondering if this actually happened or if it was all just an alcohol induced dream, but the quick settling pain in your legs as you stand up, makes it known to you that it’s definitely a reality and not a dream.

You look in the mirror, laughing slightly as you find yourself missing Colby.

You swore you’d never touch a Oujia board, but now, you’re kinda, in a very weird way, happy you did.

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This is kinda short in my opinion, so sorry about that! But I have ideas for a part 2 on this! I have many many requests that I’m going to try and power through, so part 2’s will be on hold for right now!

Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

[anonymityisfunwriter]

The Twin Flame - Chapter 5: "I Almost Do"

"And I just wanna tell you it takes everything in me not to call you. And I wish I could run to you, and I hope you know that every time I don't, I almost do..."

"You should tell Sam," Joaquin repeats, finishing the last stitch on your arm while desperately trying to school his anxiety-riddled expression. He just couldn't help but wince on your behalf every time he had to force the needle through your skin. “I only have so much first aid training.”

"Have I ever told you how much I appreciate your friendship?" you ask, ignoring his question entirely as he clips the last jagged stitch. 

He sighs as you finish wrapping the dressing on the top of your arm. He winces at your furrowed face and the sharp inhale as you tighten the dressing. "It's only a matter of time before he realizes there's more than you're letting on. That's if he hasn't already."

"It's just a scratch, Joaquin,” you insist, cutting the bandage and laying it taut against your skin. You smooth it over, smiling proudly as though you're good as new. “See? No need to worry, I'm fine."

"And considering that's the fourth time you've said 'I'm fine', I'm kinda starting to question it."

"Really, truly, I am,” you chirp, pulling on your sweater to hide the wound and put it out of Joaquin's mind. “Sam'll just freak out and reel me back in."

Even as you start walking away from him and this conversation, he trails you into your room, remembering his promise to Sam to try and get you to talk to him. "When was the last time you talked to him?"

"A few weeks ago," you flippantly respond, heading back to the folders stacked on the small desk in your room.

It was a lie. It'd been months since you'd heard Sam's voice. You didn't even listen to Sam's numerous voicemails anymore. It hurt far too much. 

Joaquin walks right on your heels as you cross the threshold into your room.

To Joaquin, it was always a little jarring walking into your room. The only thing that marked this place as your own was the obscene amount of documents stacked on the desk. Your room is bare, cold, void of any personal touches.

All your belongings now fit in a small duffel bag that remains tucked into the corner of your room. You remember Sam offering to replace what you’d lost post-Blip. You declined.

You barely look at Joaquin as your eyes quickly scan through the thick stack of documents. The paper's edges are crumpled and weathered from all the nights spent passing them back and forth and poring over every word and line.

At this point, he's not even sure what you're looking for considering you've gone through those folders so many times before.

"You might want to give him a call, by the way. He asked me about you on the last op."

"Oh, and where did you guys go this time?" you ask, purposefully changing the subject while you continue scanning the documents. 

"Tunisia. You should've seen him, it was," Joaquin starts rambling. It's only when he notices the small grin on your face as you continue reading that he realizes how you just completely derailed the conversation. He accusingly narrows his eyes at you, "Hey! You did that on purpose."

"What?" you shrug, ignoring that you definitely just redirected the conversation. "Just making conversation."

"Nice try. Call him. He's worried," Joaquin pointedly adds, lowering the papers from your eye-line so you can see the pleading look on his face. 

You sigh, reluctantly nodding as you start pulling on your gear. "Alright, I'll call him."

He excitedly nods, sighing in relief, “Okay, that’s good-”

“But after we go follow this last lead,” you amend. 

You hold up the manila folder with the least amount of wear and tear. You hated even touching the folder, let alone reading its gut-wrenching contents. It felt like a bad omen. You'd kept this lead to yourself, holding it as your most dire last resort.

“No, come on, I hate lying,” he desperately pleads, clapping his hands together to emphasize his desperation. 

“You’re not lying, you’re omitting,” you quip, haphazardly tying your hair up to prepare yourself for your final lead. 

At least, that's what you've been telling yourself.

You're not lying to Sam.

You're simply omitting.

It's better off this way, and most of the time, you're confident in that. But when you were being honest, really honest with yourself, you weren't sure what was what anymore.

Still, you steeled your resolve day in and out, reminding yourself that Sam was finally with his family, his real family, and you couldn't get in that way of that anymore. And you certainly weren't going to drag him into another one of your messes. 

It was for the best. 

“You’re being dishonest,” he retorts. "And I'm being dishonest too! He asks about you all the time, you know that?"

Your eyes subconsciously find the small picture frame that remains hidden behind all the papers. The picture is slightly charred at the edges, crumpled, faded from the damage sustained to the Avengers Compound. But you can still make out the faces of the people crowding the photograph. Tony, Steve, Wanda, Vision, Natasha, Sam, all smooshed into a single frame at your insistence.

It doesn't escape you that more than half of the people in the picture are gone. 

"He does?" you quietly exhale, your throat constricting with heartbroken sadness. 

Because if there was one thing you wanted to tell Sam, more than anything, you wanted to tell him how much you miss him. That it took everything in you not to call him. That sometimes, on the rare night you found yourself actually sleeping without nightmares plaguing you, he'd meet you in your dreams, sometimes as your mentor to give you the best advice you'd ever received, but mostly, as your friend, your best friend that you missed dearly. 

Those night were increasingly rare as the days went on, as though you could feel Sam slipping away.

But that was for the best. You were the one that walked away. You were the reason you couldn't call him anymore. You reminded yourself of that a lot these days. 

And sometimes, on the nights you lay awake, sleep evaded, you thought about the super soldier who'd entered your life just abruptly as he left. You forced yourself not to think about him. But sometimes he'd infiltrate your consciousness, leaving you wondering about him all hours of the night.

You wondered if he'd managed to find some semblance of happiness, of peace in his life. You wanted that for him.

When you paced like a ghost in the middle of the night, you wondered if he lie awake too, fighting demons he'd only begun to face when you met him.

You wondered if you ever crossed his mind. You were pretty sure you had your answer to that question, the reply lay amongst the dozens of unanswered messages and phone calls. 

You figured you were probably lumped in with parts of his life that he wanted to nothing more than to forget. You understood, or at least tried to, so you gritted your teeth and accepted that he was another friend lost to fate.

Still, sometimes you were selfish, sometimes you wanted him to remember.

He never did. 

"He does," Joaquin promises. "All the time."

You shut your eyes, shaking away the stinging sensation of tears welling in your eyes. You take a breath, forcing your shoulders to relax before you speak. 

“Look, I know how Sam is. He’s going to freak out and get mad at me and I’ll never find anything. I can’t, Joaquin. I need to do this. Please,” you beg, slightly pouting your lower lip and giving him your best doe-eyed expression. 

“Oh, come on, don’t do that puppy dog thing.”

“Please?” you quietly plead. 

His shoulders slump in defeat, he slowly exhales, “Fine."

Even though he remains slumped in defeat, you eagerly throw your arms around him. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! A million times, thank you!"

“And then you’ll call Sam?” he asks, pulling you out of his embrace to stare you down.

“And then I’ll call him.”

You barely register how easily the lie leaves your mouth nowadays. 

"So where are we going?"

"To the beginning," you cryptically state, holding up the only folder Joaquin hadn't read himself. 

You could already feel the dread already creeping up your spine as you look at the coordinates of your final lead. You could barely look inside. You felt nauseous at mere descriptions of a building you knew so well, so how were you supposed to actually go back?

Strangely, you had pictured yourself going back over the years. You'd imagined yourself in that scenario so many times, you could just never figure out what you would do when you stood in front of the place that took away your life. If you'd stand in front of the building and curse it to oblivion. Or tear it down with your bare hands. 

When you painted that picture in your head, you also imagined Sam by your side. You always wondered what he'd do too. If he'd hold your hand as tears slid down your cheeks. If he'd stand aside while you allowed yourself a moment of reckless destruction. Would he tell you that you were doing the right thing? Would he help you understand the pain that had festered for 20 some years?

Would he tell you he was proud of you?

You wished you could call him. You knew you couldn't. Mostly because you knew you couldn't take another goodbye.

You couldn't hear his voice and then proceed to lie to him. The truth would break free. So you had to do this alone. 

You held onto a hope that you'd never have to follow this lead, that somewhere along your extensive piles of research you'd never have to do this, but here you were, at your wit's end, going back to the very beginning.

"That's... ominous."

"Ominous is an understatement," you admit, turning around to finish packing your bag. 

"Was that supposed to sell me on going? Because that was freaky."

"Freaky," you repeat, absently nodding. You spare another glance at the picture. You reach out to touch the cool glass. You shake your head, remembering that there wasn't a past to hold onto. It was pointless, you had to keep moving forward whether you wanted to or not. You flip the picture so the picture lays face down on your desk. You nod again, this time finally looking at Joaquin, "Freaky's a good word."

The Twin Flame Chapter List AnonymityIsFun Masterlist

[idy-ll-ique]

baby names

pairing: loki x pregnant!f!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none, it's very cute ���

requested: nope

word count: ~1.6k

summary: y/n is pregnant and loki can't stay away from her

author's note: hiya peeps! a loki fic after such a long time, kinda got tired of writing bucky fics all the time,,,, (though next week there's gonna be a bucky x f!reader 👀) enjoy!

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"Loki."

"Don't call me that."

Y/N raised an eyebrow at her husband and he grumbled angrily, pulling her closer to him. "Sweetheart," Y/N began, "You should go." Loki whined childishly, burying his face in her shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere," he firmly mumbled Y/N sighed, running her hand through his silky soft hair. "6th time. Yet they always invite you. Why aren't you leaving the house?"

"Because you're pregnant! I'm not going anywhere until the baby is safely out of you and you both are well taken care of." Y/N smiled softly at his concern but pulled away from Loki. "Well I think you need some sun, you should go. And no is not an option. You know what? I'm calling Tony right now and telling him you are going with all of them." Before Loki could object, Y/N picked up her phone and called Tony.

Loki had been invited by Thor and the other male Avengers on a weekend trip to the beach, sponsored by Tony Stark. Everyone was going; Tony, Steve, Thor, Bruce, Clint, Scott, Sam, Bucky, Vision… they'd also invited Loki, since he had now permanently settled on Midgard with his lovely wife Y/N, but he'd initially refused because he didn't want to leave Y/N alone.

She was 8½ months pregnant. Though there was still a week or two of estimated time remaining for the birth, Loki didn't want to leave because what if the baby came early? Tony, Clint and Scott, who were also fathers, had assured him several times since Y/N's pregnancy announcement that the baby would be okay, Y/N would be okay but he still worried himself sick everyday.

"Do I absolutely have to go?" Loki groaned, lying flat on his back on the bed as Y/N sat back down after her chat with Tony. "Yes. I need some time alone— you need some time alone. You're gonna give yourself a heart attack one day by how much you worry over this baby of ours. A nice trip to the beach with clear skies and golden sand and the blue sea will do you much good."

Loki sulked. Y/N, getting a teasing smirk on her face, nudged his shoulder. "Hey, there are gonna be girls in skimpy bikinis on the beach, you know," she suggested and Loki made a face, pulling Y/N down to give her a deep kiss. "I love you," he glared at her, "I don't care about those scantily dressed women. Fine, if it makes you feel better, I'll go."

"Yay! Now I can call Wanda and Nat and Sharon and Pepper and Maria and Darcy over so we can have our own day out! It's gonna be awesome," Y/N squealed, already busy texting as Loki sputtered.

Is that why she wants me out of the house that bad?

He couldn't blame her, though, the pregnancy had taken a toll on both the parents. Y/N used to be in pain all the time, had severe nausea and couldn't go out with all her friends like she used to. Now that the symptoms had started wearing off, he really couldn't blame her for wanting to have a nice day out with friends. "Have fun, darling," he smiled, giving her another kiss.

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"Yo, Lokes, you ready to go?" Clint called out cheerfully as Loki walked towards the group of men, a scowl on his face. Yes, at home he'd agreed to accompany them on the trip but now that the day was actually here… "Not really but I don't have a choice," he grumbled and Steve smiled amusedly. "Y/N kick you out?" Loki rolled his eyes. "Yes, how did you know? She wants to have a girl's day out with the other ladies."

"I overheard Wanda and Natasha talking. Anyway, come on, let's hit the road!"

All of them got into two cars: Steve, Sam, Bucky, Thor and Loki in one while Clint, Scott, Tony, Bruce and Vision got into the other. Sam was driving, Steve was in the passenger seat, Bucky was in the middle seat and Thor and Loki were in the extreme back. "So, how's Y/N doing?" Bucky asked Loki, leaning back on his seat.

"She's doing well, the nausea and pain has stopped," Loki answered, following Bucky's lead. "I'm glad to hear it. Have you decided on a name? Because I assure you, Bucky is a really good contender," he grinned cheekily and even Loki laughed, shaking his head. "We haven't thought of any names as of yet."

"Are you looking for a Midgardian name or an Asgardian one?" Sam piped up. Loki blinked. "You know, that is a really good question," he muttered. "How about a Midgardian first name and an Asgardian middle name?" Steve suggested. "Why not the other way around?" Thor frowned. "Well, yeah, that works too," Steve shrugged. "Hm, that's a good suggestion. I will talk to Y/N."

"So is Bucky on the table—"

"No."

"Aw, man."

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"Hey girl, after a long time!" Natasha grinned, giving Y/N a familial hug. "Hi, gals! Yes, I even got Loki to leave, took a lot of begging but he finally agreed," she sighed. "Could've just given him head or something," Pepper muttered and Y/N burst out laughing as the other ladies gasped. "Pepper!" Sharon exclaimed, shocked.

"What? It usually works on Tony," Pepper defended herself as everyone joined Y/N in her laughter. "So, ready to shop?" All the ladies got into a 7-seater car, with Maria in the driver's seat. "Can't wait! This Avenging stuff doesn't give me time for self-care, I swear. Haven't shopped in ages!" Wanda sighed. All the women agreed with her, muttering their yesses.

"By the way, Y/N, I've wanted to ask you this for so long now, have you decided on baby names yet?" Darcy questioned with a grin. "Oh! No we haven't as of yet, I have lots of good names but I haven't talked to Loki…" Sharon looked up from her phone. "Do you have Asgardian names or like, normal, Earth names? I have a feeling that Loki would want Asgardian names," she suggested.

Y/N frowned in thought. Sharon was right; both the brothers, Loki and Thor, took great pride in their homeland. She didn't mind, to be honest, Asgardian names were wonderful. "I like Asgardian names too, though, I'm open to it," she chuckled.

"Great! So if it's a girl, Darcy—"

"Darcy!"

"What? I'm just saying…"

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"Brother?" Loki startled out of his thoughts, turning to Thor. "Sorry, I was… thinking," he cleared his throat and Thor smiled, sitting next to him. Around 6 hours had passed since they'd arrived at the resort and Loki couldn't get Y/N out of his mind. What is she doing? Is she okay? Should I go check on her? What if the baby is coming? Surely she'd call me if that happens…

"About Y/N?" Loki went red and scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah." Thor clapped him on the back once, guffawing good-naturedly. "Don't you fret, brother, the ladies she is with are extremely competent! She will be okay, and plus, the baby isn't going to be here for another week or so," Thor assured him but worry gnawed Loki. Nope, I can't do it. He abruptly stood up, startling Thor.

"I'm going home."

"Loki—"

Just a second later, Loki disappeared.

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"Mm," Y/N moaned, a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth, "Isn't it delicious? What do ya say… Rosie?" The baby kicked once. "No? Okay, well… Sarah? Petunia?" The baby kicked more. "Oh, you want masculine names, huh… Uh, Alex?" One kick. "I know, Chris!" Another kick. "Tom?" More kicks. "So you don't want Midgardian names? Well, I don't know very many Asgardian names…"

"I do."

Y/N shrieked loudly, dropping her tub of ice cream as she turned to see Loki standing near the bedroom door. "Loki?" She picked a book off the nightstand and threw it at him. He caught it easily, sitting down next to her while keeping the book where it was. She instantly cuddled into his side, tearing up. Sure, she was the one who was too eager to send him away but she was also the one who couldn't stay away from him.

"Aw, hey, I'm here, my love," Loki whispered comfortingly, rubbing her back as she sobbed into his arms. "Don't go again. I missed you," she sniffled and Loki pressed a soft kiss to her head. "That is also why I came home early, darling, I missed you too," he laughed and she snuggled even closer to him.

"Little baby Axelia missed you too— ow! No? So… what about Lucinda? Ow, ooh… Priscilla? No?" Loki watched with an infatuated smile as she tried out different names on the baby. "What if our baby wants a more masculine name, love?" he asked and she turned to him.

"Hm, have you got any names in mind?"

"Well, Barnes was suggesting we name our child Bucky—"

"Ow! Nope, they don't like it."

"Oh well. He's going to be disappointed but what the baby says goes," Loki teased and Y/N burst out laughing. She stopped all of a sudden, giving Loki a small smile. "Please don't go anywhere again," she whispered and Loki shook his head, gathering her in his arms. "I missed you just as much as you did me, Y/N, I'm not going anywhere."

"I love you."

"I love you, too, min kjæreste."

"...That's Norwegian, isn't it?"

"Beautiful, though, isn't it?

"Yes, very."

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a/n: thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (June 6/2021) - Techno’s Visit

It’s time for Techno to visit Dream in prison. After saying some parting words to Phil, Techno goes to Pandora’s Vault for the first time...

Later, Quackity, Puffy, Bad, Skeppy and Michael tour around Las Nevadas for a fun chill stream, and Quackity recruits Michael as a worker to build in the city.

A brief summary of the week’s total events can be found at the end of the post.

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VOD LINKS:

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- Techno goes to speak with Phil before he visits Dream

- Phil gets a horrible canonical headache and Techno offers him a canonical aspirin

- Phil isn’t sure going to the prison is a good idea, as every time someone’s gone something bad's happened, but Dream saved Techno’s life. Also views

- Phil has his concerns, but Dream called in the favor. Techno thinks he should go and check on him anyways, even without Quackity. Dream’s been in there for five months

- Phil offers his help, but Techno doesn’t want Phil to take any risks paying off his debt

- But there is something Phil can do: Techno wrote a will. He throws a signed book to Phil. Phil asks how many days he should wait. Techno says it varies. The instructions are in the will

Techno: “I took a vow. Those who treat me with kindness see it repaid tenfold...I gotta honor that.”

- He rings the channel member bell

- Techno wonders if he can bring Steve, but probably not. He says goodbye to Phil and heads off for the prison

- He makes it to the prison entrance and says hello to Sam, who welcomes him through the portal

- Techno says he’s come to visit Dream, but Sam says he’s not allowing people to visit right now. Techno throws Sam a book:

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FIELD TRIP SLIP

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Sam. Technoblade will be paying Dream a visit. This is business related. Let it happen.

It’s also tax write off :)

- Quackity

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- Techno reads the waiver aloud and signs it “Techno Blade”

- Sam then asks the questions:

“When is the last time you visited the prison?”

“I have not visited the prison before”

“Where is your place of residence currently located?”

“I live in like this cabin in the north, it’s pretty chill.”

“Do you believe that the prisoner is deserving of being locked up?”

“I’m gonna be honest, I have no idea why he’s in there, so...”

“Are you saying no?”

“I’m not saying, like, yes or no, I don’t really -- I’m not really up to date on the news recently, if I’m being honest.”

“What are your prior relations with the prisoner?”

“Yeah, we’ve been business associates I’d say, in the past, you know. I wouldn’t say I’m like friends with him, honestly -- he’s kinda sus...I’m not gonna lie, it does not surprise me at all that he ended up in a jail, ‘cause that guy -- he’s a little weird sometimes, you know. A little strange...So you know, it’s, eh...it’s up and down.”

- Sam gets to the last question, telling Techno he’s the ultimate authority on the grounds of the prison

Techno: “Oh I love authority, everyone can tell you that.”

- Techno goes to store his belongings in the locker. There’s a bed in an item frame now which he uses to set his spawn. Techno opens up his Ender Chest and stores all of his armor and weapons in it

- Having run out of space in the Ender Chest, Techno puts his remaining items in the locker chest: Potions, gapples, golden carrots, an Ender Chest, Ender Pearls and a stack of stone

Techno: “Well. You know, you seem like a trustworthy man.”

- They go through the security protocol. There’s a new Ender Pearl stasis chamber in the first room that wasn’t there before. Techno zooms in on it before it activates, teleporting Sam in

- Techno’s impressed with the prison’s design. He gets Sam to open the vault door a second time to admire it

- Techno signs the next waivers “sub to techno” as “Technoblade (subscribe to technoblade”

- Techno praises Sam’s creativity with the prison, comparing it to the Butcher Army’s simple execution platform

- The lava wall comes down. Dream isn’t facing them

- Techno walks with the moving platform to the cell. The second Dream sees him, he starts shouting

Techno: “Yo, Dream! Dream, what’s up!”

Dream: “TECHNO NO! NO!”

Techno: “No what?”

Dream: “QUACKITY -- it’s a trap! It’s a trap! Techno--”

Techno: “What about Quackity? Dream, you need to -- I haven’t seen you in a long time, Dream.”

Dream: “(muffled) Techno...He’s been torturing me I gotta -- I didn’t write that note.”

...

Techno: “I’m not gonna lie to you, Dream, I -- I kinda had a feelin’ he was lying, but I kinda had to visit anyways, just to see how you were doing, get to the truth of things, you know? You know? And besides, Quackity’s not even here, man.”

Dream: “...Why did you come?”

Techno: “I wanted to see you! I need to figure out what’s going on here, Dream, and between you and me, I’m an anarchist, so uh -- (looking to Sam) Can he hear me at this volume?”

Dream: “They’re working together...”

Techno: “Who?”

Dream: “Sam and Quackity!”

- Techno asks Dream to tell him everything. Neither the lava wall nor the Netherite barrier have lowered yet

- Techno looks back at Sam, asking how long he has to be in there for

Sam: “I think you could do with a nice long stay with Dream...you’re probably the main threat to uh -- to Dream escaping, aren’t you, ‘cause you know, the two of you have worked together before, and...”

Techno: “I...would never defy authority, alright. I. Love. Authority.”

Sam: “I think we both know that’s probably not true--”

Techno: “Everybody will tell you how much Technoblade loves authority figures.”

- Sam refuses to send the bridge back, saying the two of them will have some catching up to do. He sends the lava wall down

Techno: “Sam, this is NOT DOING MUCH TO CHANGE MY POLITICAL OPINIONS!”

(Dream freaks out in the background)

Techno: “...Alright. Well that was nice.”

- Dream panics. Techno tells him it’s fine, that they’re not out of options

Dream: “I have been in here for six months! What do you mean we’re not out of options, it’s fine -- how?!”

Techno: “Well I mean, maybe you’re out of options, but like I actually have friends now. I know I was kinda like a loser when we first met...”

- He finds the books and quills and tells Dream to write down everything he knows about the prison

Techno: “So...hows it goin’, roommate?”

Dream: (quietly) “Oh my god...”

- Techno seems optimistic about the new experience. Dream tells him he used to have a clock as Techno examines the cell

- Techno tells Dream to get to writing and ends stream

- Ranboo goes back home and is confused by how much the trees have grown. He thinks Phil probably has something to do with it and that he knows something, even though Phil isn’t doing it himself

- He then goes mining

- Quackity does a chill stream on the SMP working on the roads of Las Nevadas while chatting about lore out of character

- He walks down the Prime Path when he gets suddenly jumped by Skeppy and Bad, who attack him together. Quackity threatens to blow up their house

- Captain Puffy joins the fray and stops them

- Quackity offers Puffy and Michael a tour of his country

- He goes eating at McPuffy’s and Michael comes over to give him food as well

- There’s a hostile takeover of McPuffy’s and Bad declares it McSkeppy’s now. Quackity takes the drive-through instead

- Quackity orders a BTS meal and Bad hands him a steak “with extra cruelty”

- He starts walking them all over to his country, asking them what their expectations are (Quackity talking to Bad at this point is non-canonical) Skeppy wants a lot of ducks

- Quackity falls into the Punzo Chunk

- He tells them that his country isn’t even near done, and he’s going to need a lot of cheap labor. Skeppy says it doesn’t sound very enticing, but Quackity says he’ll give him all the ducks he’d want. 

- Michael tells him about his experience with 2b2t

- Quackity shows him the concept of “the house always wins” (a picture of “Finding Doryto”)

- Quackity kills Skeppy and Skeppy logs off. Bad is horrified. Quackity tells Bad it isn’t his fault that Skeppy is dead as Bad buries Skeppy’s dropped things beneath the ground under the Needle

- Quackity shows the remaining people to the gambling machine, teaching them how it works

- Afterwards, he takes them to the strip club and starts stripping at the pole

- He takes Michael into the back, where he tries to mug Michael for his things. But Michael runs out the back door

- Quackity goes back to stripping and offers Bad to go into the back room for a “surprise.” He tries to mug Bad, but Bad goes running out the back door

- He returns to Puffy, defeated, and half-heartedly promises her a surprise in the back room too. Puffy, not at all suspicious, follows him and he tries to mug her. She gives him ink sacs, slabs, Ender Pearls and shears. 

He shows her out the back door

- Afterwards, Quackity takes the three of them to the Tommyinnit Restaurant 

- Then they go to the stage and Quackity puts on a “show” for them...

...Which is more stripping 

- Next up is the hotel. There’s nothing in it, so he takes them to the pool outside. Bad almost drowns

- He wants to show them “something embarrassing,” so he brings them to Tommy and Wilbur’s headquarters

- Quackity then shows them the Eiffel Tower to conclude the country tour and they argue about a trident

- He suggests Michael and Puffy possibly build some structures around Las Nevadas and gathers them at the Needle. He shows Michael the empty plot next to Fundy’s area and says he needs something put there in return for some free spins at the casino. Michael’s down for that

- Quackity tells Puffy and Bad to help Michael build there. Bad asks how much he’s getting paid, and Quackity says he gets free spins at the casino too. Bad and Puffy start arguing again and Quackity leaves, having gained a new worker

- Bad and Puffy continue to argue about the trident 

- Later, Michael builds a statue in Las Nevadas

END OF WEEK RECAP:

5/31 - Wilbur and Tommy visit Las Nevadas

6/1 - Ponk tears down a tower of L’Llamaburg, Tubbo builds an outpost, Techno’s birthday party, Quackity speaks with Foolish about Las Nevadas, Niki finds out about Wilbur’s revival, Bad and Puffy destroy the supreme fridge in an act of war

6/2 - Fundy speedruns self-care, Antfrost confronts Foolish, Bad and Puffy to apologize

6/3 - Nothing much happens.

6/4 - Ponk decides to sue Puffy and Bad, Pubbo

6/5 - Nothing much happens.

6/6 - Techno gets trapped in prison, Quackity tours Bad, Puffy, Skeppy and Michael around Las Nevadas

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Upcoming Events:

- The final Egg lore stream

- Tales From the SMP: “Space Race”

- Ponk’s lore stream

- Dream’s lore video

[captainsspnanon]

C3E09 liveblog reaction

Did they have the Matrix-esque NordVPN background last time?  I can’t remember, but I am highly entertained by it.

...early episode suspicions, but maybe the whole dire wolf story is fake?  Like, the initial reaction after Fearne’s bluff made me think they were going to say ‘what dire wolf?’

Double nat ones, yes!!!

I LOVE ASHLEY

Gurge = werewolf is confirmed.  Now how are we on the Chetney = werewolf speculation???

I LOVE ASHLEY SO MUCH OH MY GOD

Also SAM is the one to say that accepting sponsorships is selling out OF COURSE HE IS

Dammit, for almost an hour the stream was mostly fine, though I had to watch at 720p instead of 1080p, and now it’s freezing constantly.  I hate my internet.  I kinda wish I could just wait until the youtube upload on Monday, but I’d have to avoid too much internet for too long for me to be willing to do that.  XD

Matt has created a council with secret members.  WHO’S ON THE CHANDEI QUOROM COUNCIL (i’m sure that joke’s already been made a billion times he totally did it on purpose I’m super sure)

I know Liam is wanting to play a character less prominent in the story, so to speak. I wonder if Orym’s backstory tie-in is going to get resolved or mostly resolved fairly early on, allowing him to ride.  Somewhat similar to Fjord, I would think, where most of the Uk’otoa stuff was early on, and the later development for Fjord was heckin’ tons of character growth and change.

With Chetney lying as smoothly as he does, I’m wondering if the whole woodworker bit that Gurge was supposed to help with was false and that it’s he was supposed to help Chetney get in contact with other werewolves?   ….ugh, I feel like I need to stop speculating and just enjoy the ride.  I have mixed feelings about watching this live!!  I’ve heard the rumors about rampant speculation over Caleb being a werewolf, and I’ve already made a fool of myself during the first episode with my fear over a West Marches campaign due to fan speculation.  I also don’t want to get invested in a theory and then be disappointed when it turns out not to be true…

For the record, I now find Ashton to be an utter delight and I am greatly looking forwards to seeing how their story and plot progresses.  Oddly, still the lowest on my ranking though?  Well, tied with FCG.  Which I think is a VERY fucking good sign, because this is me like M9 after Cad, I like ‘em all!!  Looking forwards to reaching the loving them all stage, not there yet.  Will probably need about another ten episodes or so to reach that stage XD

YO CHETNEY WENT INVISIBLE!!!  magic item for being level 4, I’m assuming.  Love the immediate walk-back on hitting Dorian in the face because it would lose the invisibility

The Meal.  Not only it is just a funny bit, but it’s a great deconstruction of Matt’s typically verbose descriptions.

I honestly can’t tell if it’s Sam or FCG who doesn’t understand what was meant by bottle trick.  I feel like it’s Sam?

PRETTY!!!!!  I don’t care if it’s the truth, I’m headcanoning it’s Buddy who renamed himself.  MY HEART  ...there’s GOT to be fan art of this dude, yeah???  TELL ME THERE IS FAN ART

IT’S THE SERVING CART oh god Travis’s reaction MAKES THIS

I both love and hate that Chetney is quickly becoming one of my favorites????  It’s so odd, in C2 I didn’t necessarily vibe so much with Nott’s whole comedic aspect to her and I loved Jester more during her not as over the top moments, but I guess C3 is the comedy campaign for me???  I’m LOVING Chetney and Fearne and Laudna and EVERYONE just feels on the top of their game when they’re cracking jokes.  It’s such a different vibe and I AM HERE FOR IT

PRETTY DESERVES THIS GROUP DATE, OMG

Also, Orym and Ashton work so well as the straight man to this group.  They’re both a bit absurd in their own ways, but they way they straight face so much...I LOVE IT

I didn’t mention it earlier, but is there a REASON that Sam is dressed as the “hello fellow kids” meme??

“Excuse me, ma’am?” oh I feel like it’s been too long since Liam has been a little shit like this.  I love it when he does it!  He just opens the floor for Matt to show off and it’s glorious.

Okay but maple ginger cookies ACTUALLY sound delicious

Once again there’s no real ‘leader’ to the team, which is a constant through all the campaigns and I really enjoy, but I enjoy how much Ashton is really helping move things along.  Not quite leadership, but definitely a leading aspect.  TWO THUMBS UP.

Ashton’s actually be fairly quiet this episode, but the stuff they’ve been doing? Like, I’m REALLY enjoying Ashton now!

….so everyone’s just ignoring Chetney dropping that he was being hunted in some way? Okay.

All this moon lore. Looking forwards to watching What the Sheet and having them freak out about the MOONS.

(not that anyone cares, but my CR ‘aftershows’ are What the Sheet (on Nico Neilson’s channel), The Pixelists, and The Dungeon Coach)

What are these NPCs this episode, I love them so much!!!

RAIN EFFECTS RAIN EFFECTS I LOVE IT SO MUCH

Ehhh...not liking this Taliesin.  Ashton successfully pickpocketed her, but now you’re arguing because you don’t like what she told you you got, and you’re going ‘oh let’s roll, it’s random’ but you’re just going ‘no that’s not good enough I want something better’.  I don’t really like that attitude.  Granted, I’m not that much a fan of the interparty stealing anyway, but that was clearly enjoyed by the table.   This?  Dislike.

Good, I’m glad he gets the chamberpot still.  “it’s only fair” my ass.  Sorry Taliesin, you should have accepted what she said to begin with.  (yes yes, not my table, they’re all cool with it, etc. etc.  My table? Would have told him to stick with the pot because that’s what Ashley said.)

I ADORE how Ashton is just SO DONE with furniture now.  Like, even though they’re probably just playing up the bit with the books, it still feels half true because of how much they are DONE with inanimate objects coming to life.

FIRST MAP FIRST MAP

Chetney MVP this episode???  maybe, but they’ve all been really on point this episode.  The most ‘background’ PCs have been Laudna and Dorian.

As much as I love Nott, I also love a rogue who actually wants to do rogue shit.  XD

NIGHTMARE KING. Yup, I feel like we’re moving past the ‘starting quests’ of a campaign and starting to move into MEAT.

OH MAN WHAT A FUCKING END

@suicidallyreckless

[moekaneko]

I should really post some a3! Stuff bcs I've been posting a lot of obey me stuff recently and there's a lot coming still but I have a bunch more things me and my friends have said over text this time and it didn't feel right as a3! Characters so oh well.

Obey me characters as things me and my friends have said but over text this time (part 2)

________

Mammon texting mc: Dad (luci) needed the toilet

Mammon: Alone

Mammon: Surround by cocky men

Mammon: I feel like I’m bout to pull a heist I’m ngl

Mammon: Pray for me

____________

Asmo: Nails, hair, hips, heels, I like guys, those just my feels

___________

Belphie: suck ur nan

Lucifer: Ffs belphegor

Belphie: you’ll never escape

Belphie: ur nan

________

Levi: 😀😀😀😀

Solomon: smile if you like dick

Levi: IT WAS BEFORE IT

Levi: U ABSLOUTE DIMBO

Solomon: no

Solomon: you smiled

Levi: 😟

_________

Simeon: I KNOW WHAT IT IS

Simeon: I KNOW WHAT IT IS

Lucifer: no you don’t

__________

Asmo: tits are nice

Asmo: but what good are a pair of tits when theirs no emotional value

*sam smith starts playing*

Mc: yeah exactly

Asmo: 💔

Mc: So true asbestos asbestie

Solomon: please stfu before i snatch your knickers and wear them as a hat

__________

Satan: anyways

Satan: I can sense someone’s on their period here

An mc who has periods: ...

Mc: 😗

👉 👈

__________

Belphie: how the ruck is frank in canada

Diavolo: who is frank

Belphie: frank ly I don't care

Diavolo: dunno who that is

_________

Asmo: no babes, they're mine

Satan: go suck a cock

Satan: like Solomon's

Satan: or go brake one

Satan: Like Solomon's

Asmo: nah i got mc

Asmo: soz xoxo

__________

Lucifer: fucking hell

Lucifer: anyway

________

Levi: I was kinda busting it to the song

Asmo: I was busting it to the guy

Levi: BRUH

_______

Solomon: bro u better come in

Asmo: I am hœ

Solomon: k

__________

Lucifer: OKAY

Lucifer: EVERYONE WAKE UP

Simeon: Chill lol

Barbatos: no

__________

Asmo: ty babes

Simeon: I CAN'T HEAR YOU

Asmo: MC's so hot

Asmo: WYM

Simeon: SNAP

Simeon: I CANT

Luke: huh

Levi: ur not meant to

Luke: YOU'RE CALLING ME

___________

Belphie: I dont care

Lucifer: I’ll remove you

Lucifer: say you care

Belphie: I dont

Belphie: remove me

Lucifer: your bio is cap

Belphie: ok xx

Belphie has been removed

Lucifer: said id do it

Luke: Oh wow you really did remove him

_________

Belphie: HE WAS A FUCKING SNAKE 😭😭😭😭

Belphie: HE WAS TRYING TO SLIT HER YO THE WALAALLA

_________

Satan: My mental health honestly said yeetus to the fetus years ago

Asmo: do asmr instead

_________

Solomon: gay

Belphie: Is all of us

Diavolo: wot

________

Mc: LEVI

Mc: DID U MURDER MY FUCKING HUSBAND

Mc: I WILL SEE YOU IN COURT

Levi: Goodluck

Levi: The body is well hidden it's ok

Mc: Shut the fuck up

Levi: Nah❤️

Levi: mc is crazy

Mc: GO TO HELL LEVI

Levi: This is hell

Mc: Tryna kill my mf husband

Levi: Tryna? Oh you poor dear. Grievance and resistance

Mc: SHUT YO

Mc: GODAM

Mc: FILTHY

Mc: MOUTH

Levi: Not sorry for your loss actually I'm responsible

Satan: ALL OF YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP

Mc: Nah❤️

________

Mammon: I think I just ripped my tounge off-

________

belphie: Cerberus just sat on my ass and fell asleep and all I'm thinking is bitch this anint a hotel

Solomon: Uhh

Belphie: I dont wanna move hes too cute

Solomon: on ur ass

Belphie: ye

__________

Mammon: My math tutor (mc) is spending more time changing whiteboard pen colours than actually teaching me shit

Mammon: I had to say 6 three times cause they couldn't bloody hear me

_________

Solomon: I'm not actually German it's a joke

Lucifer: You bloody what

_________

Simeon: What is everyone gonna wear

Asmo: Cocklet

Barbatos: I'd hope not

_________

Asmo: Good morning my friends

Asmo: And mammon

Beel: Why did i think of willy wonka when u sadi that

______________

THERE'S MORE COMING SOON I COULDN'T FIT IT ALL INTO ONE POST

All my friend started texting and now I'm crying

[yisanged]

wait i wanna hear your judgements on all the milgram characters now because im curious and i feel like it actually says a lot about a person. if you wanna

yes hi sam hi. okay.

well first i want to say that i'm not super knowledgeable on all the theories and analyses out there so there might be stuff i'm missing that would change my opinions. i am still kinda lost on where exactly you get access to all the milgram content so there's a lot i'm not in the know on. second is that i don't think it's really fair to judge whether or not the characters are forgivable especially since we don't know all the details yet. i obviously learned about milgram a bit late but i would've voted innocent for all of them honestly because like. they all caused the death of another person for sure which is obviously Bad. but i feel like we don't really have a right to form opinions on whether they're forgivable or not. there's still a lot we don't know about their individual circumstances and even if we did know everything we're not even involved other than as outside observers so idk it just doesn't fully sit right. even if they are fictional characters created specifically to be judged by us. so yeah i would've voted them all innocent and i probably will for trial 2 too unless shit starts hitting the fan. of course i do have opinions about each of the characters beyond that and i will be glad to share them 💯

my favorites first. haruka is. scrunkly. fr. his presumed crimes are beating that dog to death and drowning/choking his brother which i think on a personal level is one of the worse crimes out of the characters? but i like him so it's okay. i'm interested in learning more about his situation and character his first trial video left me wondering about that stuff the most out of all of them. amane. ouugh. religious trauma always gets to me in characters. people who said she needed to get voted guilty so she learns the consequences of her actions or whatever are so annoying... like yeah sure that stuff is important i guess but. you think the best way to teach morals to a 12 yo raised in a cult is by slapping her with the guilty and unforgivable label after she gets kidnapped to a strange prison??? while not even knowing what might happen to her after she is voted guilty????? seriously what did they do to her i might kill. anyways. futa. he's a twitter user and he has a black and white sense of justice and thinks he has the authority to judge someone as good or bad. none of those are points in his favor but idk i still really like his character for some reason. i think if he made some friends and stopped going on social media he would be mostly fixed honestly. mu i also really like not for any particular reason... i mean she seems kind of spoiled and whiny but idk. i just like her. being the odd girl out is a relatable experience for me. she's pretty and her song was one of my favorites. these four are the ones i care the most about and want to learn more about

the rest..... i never had any strong feelings towards mahiru in the beginning but i feel kind of bad that she was one of the few that got voted guilty like the way she said things along the lines of if you leave me i'll die and i can't live without you was kind of. uh. but i didn't think her crime seemed that unforgivable especially compared to some of the others that didn't get voted guilty? idk. i mentioned not liking mikoto and i stand by that. i don't really buy into the mental illness/multiple personalities theories and i'll honestly be kind of disappointed if they turn out to be true that's such an overdone and harmful and annoying murderer trope. i think he's just a guy that likes violence and killing and is really good at lying about it after. which is pretty slay for him i guess. it just annoys me how many people latch on to the mental illness thing and it annoys me even more how many people are horny for this guy. they're probably the reason i don't like him actually other than that i don't really have anything against him. i'm not a hardcore yuno fan like she doesn't make me normal but i do love and support her. i like kotoko too the vigilante type thing i'm pretty sure she has going on is interesting but. i know i said i would vote them all innocent but i don't love that her getting voted innocent is leading her into thinking she's working with es behind the scenes i don't think she's that trustworthy. shidou. organ harvester possibly? medical malpracticer most definitely. i don't know i guess i'd want more details before saying anything else i don't have many thoughts about him with what we have right now. i don't really like kazui on a personal level but his story does interest me i want to know more details. es is there. i'm curious about what the story there is and all but they honestly don't interest me that much beyond the standard amount.

anyways this has been my opinions on the milgram characters. it's not super in depth i just kinda briefly touched on my main thoughts because this answer is already too long i am so sorry. but. yeah. i hope you still think im cool

[leglessjoekeery]

Okay so it's the third of March 2022 and I have decided to live post whatever it's called supernatural because I hate myself.

I am currently on season 2 episode 1 and I'm 26 minutes in so 💀

Anyways

WHY DID HE CUT HIS HAND. JOHN. DOES THE THING REQUIRE HIM TO CUT HIS HAND??? WHY IS IT ALWAYS THE HAND???? WHY

is he gonna burn his blood

I think he just burned his blood

GOD TAHT GUY SCARED ME

Oh shit he's a dude not a dude

'suicidally reckless' perfectly describes all the winchesters tf do you mean

I'm so sorry but I head that "don't cha" and immediately my brain went "DONT CHA WISH YOUR GF WAS HOT LIKE ME" I'm so sorry

I'm Canadian btw 💅

Omg a deal with devil John you sussy baka

I LOVE THEM USING THE OUIJI BOARD SM ITS SO SILLY AND GOOFY

Crying at Sam rn

I really don't like this reaper

She sounds kinda nice tho I think I might just HAHHAHAHA IM NOT INTO PRUDE CHICKS WHY DID I FIND THAT SO FUNNY HA

Can you tell I have adhd yet

Girl I have seen so many spoilers for this show I know he isn't gonna die. At least forever.

WHY WAS THE "that's just facts 🤞💅🤪" SO FUNNY???

Girl you can't stop Dean Winchester stop fooling yourself

John r u sure this isn't a trick

Omg it's that guy who's kids Dean killed

WHAT ABOUT SAMMY WHAT WHO ARE THE OTHER KIDS WHAT

John please have a better plan than this I beg

What do you want sir

Why does she sound sad and should I use they them or she her bc its a reaper like what pronouns do reapers use THE LIGHTS??? WHAT OMG WHAT WHAT THE SHIT BISCUIT OMG SHW HAS YELLOW EYES WHAT THE

HES CHOKING WHT OMG???

Omg he's doing good again

HE DOESNT REMEMBER??????????

Did John just call his child dude. Bro.

John "specific" Winchester

Bro is he a dude again or what

Omg Dean Winchester lore??

ITS OKAY DAD OMG THATS SO CUTE

Crying.

Dean must be thinking "girl stop acting sus af 😒"

BRO IS HE GONNA DIE WHAT

What is he whispering WHAT IS HE WHISPERING

Why are they crying omg what

I thought he was gonna off himself for a hot sec omg

WAIT WHAT HES ACTUALLY DEAD WHTA

That poor coffee 😕

Bro John pls

Ah shit bitch dick NO HE DIED IN THE AM

Okay next episode time woohoo 🤪🤪

Bro I love clowns they're delightful

Except for that one he's sus

Omg where'd he go

That kid looked like lily from modern family for a sec

Why is he outside her window 🤨 very sus

NO DONT OPEN THE DOOR FOR HIM STRANGER DANGER STRANGER DANGER

BRO IS THAT HER ON THE SPIT OR WHATEVER ITS CALLE oh thank god it's just john

Girl stop lying this is why yo daddy dead. Dead as hell. What shoes he got on. What shoes he got on in that mummy looking ass cacoon.

Omg he's re building the car❗❗ let's gooo

Bro you were just in a coma and then ur dad died stop it listen to sam

Ellen as in Ellen Ellen? Like the show host??

I FEEL LIKE A FRIGGIN SOCCER MOM HAHAHAH

Is that man dead

Man(?)

OH GOD PLEASE LET THAT BE A RIFE HAHAHHAH

Ooh she got moves

In love with these badasses

Omg Ellen she's so much better than I thought she was gonna be

Lmao they can't ask him he's deaaaad

No, ma'am he's real dead. He's not doin good.

Yes, who is ash

Omg I love him too

Omg he's a smart bimbo

HE WAS STRUCK BY LIGHNING??? he's so cool.

Gender envy.

How old is this kid

HOW OLD IS SHE

Dean that is literally perfectly describing you

KILLER CLOWN?? WHAT IS THIS 2016???

SAM IS AFRAID OF CLOWNS HAHHAH

bro I almost forgot that Dean is afraid of flying LMAO

Omg is Sam a dude

"ur not like urself" omg where have I heard that before

That child is a MOOD

nvm we're breaching into non-mood territory

So true kids dad 🙏 so true 🙏

Oh shit no what no he's in the house in the dad's bedroom aw hell nah

Those are NOT the clowns ur looking for my duded

Bro can I be a smart bimbo

TRYING TO FIND A NEEDLE IN A STACK OF NEEDLES HA

Dean no what stop hate criming people

He does look just like his daddy.. sus 🤨

2.5 KIDS??? HOW???? IVE NEVER UNDERSTOOD THAT PLS SOMEONE HELP /SRS

I hate those mirrors

Omg is this gonna b like Phil dunphy. Is HE gonna be the clown 😧

Yo is that James Potter?? (Iykyk)

"your blind man hearing is outta control" 💀

Is Dean supposed to be the one giving me gender envy bc he's not. It's Sam. He just has so much GENDER

I WANT HIS GENDER

You are a white man outside of a black family's house PUT THAT GUN AWAY

She looks so happy 😕

THE CLOWN SURVIVED THE GUNSHOT???

John and Ellen??? NO, DEAN. NO.

"I stg the next person I see who asks me if I'm okay, I'm gonna start throwing punches. These are your issues. Quit dumping them on me" 😧

"IM DEALING WITH DADS DEATH, ARE YOU?" BRO

OW I WAS JUST CHEWING ON MY CHEW NECKLACE AND I THINK I BROKE MY JAW 😭

Anyways the supernatural grind never stops 💪💪

They sleep on a bed of dead insects? 😰

I KNEW IT. I SAID HE WAS SUS. I FEEL GODLIKE RN

Oh no he has a gun

THE CLOWN SUIT. THE CLOWN SUIT.

AGAIN, I FEEL GODLIKE.

Bro what just happened I'm so confused

Omg is Mr clown man nakey 👀

THE WAY HE JUST STABBED THAT DUDE??

Does Jo have a crush on Sam or Dean I can't tell

❗SMART BIMBO IS BACK❗

MIT??? HE SMART SMART

Dean pls dust ur car

DEAN HUG UR BROTHER

IF YOU GO BACK TO TO oh shit he broke the windows omg he's breaking his car he's having a mental breakdown no stop what

Dear Winchester brothers,

Hug each other.

Sincerely,

Bread

Anyways I gotta go to bed now 🙄 I'll continue tomorrow during school ig 😒

[pallasperilous]

Piledriver

Dean/Castiel 1815 words Post-Episode: s15e18 Despair Coda, Fix-It (sort of), Grief is a weird and protean beast, Second Person POV, but also Dean POV, I realize what a tall order that is y’all but I swear it’s mad judicious {AO3 version}

You’re not really sure when you started doing it.

That’s a fucking lie. 

You started doing it ten, maybe twenty minutes after. 

Not as a conscious thing, not like those snappy comebacks you think of the next day, or like those speeches you practice in your head and then never get the chance to deliver. (Although it seems like other people have better luck in that regard.) 

It’s more like a tic — like the way Sam used to pick at his hand, or your mom used to hum the same little bit of Stairway to Heaven offkey. (Which was kind of a trip since she’d come back from, you know. There.)

You think: I love you, too. 

 It’s just a drumbeat of syllables running in the back of your head. Might as well be shave and a haircut. Which you could use, incidentally.

It eases off a little, after the universe ticks over. You’re so fucking relieved that you basically revert to a lower life form for awhile — you’re like a jellyfish, or a fungus, or a Yankees fan. For a few minutes there, things are pretty sweet.  

Then the clock starts running again, and you and Sam are faced with the frankly fucked-up necessity of needing a hot meal and somewhere to pee. 

It kicks back in then — during the peeing, specifically, because goddamn did the dude never get over what a fucking nightmare it is to have a bladder. Like it actually made him mad. Even after he got his batteries back and was once more able to, like, effervesce fluids out of his body or teleport them to the surface of Mars or whatever, he never stopped giving you pitying looks whenever he got up to use the can. On the road he’d ask if anybody needed a bathroom break at every single freeway exit. You chewed him out once that you in fact were not a four year-old or an Alzheimer’s patient and could therefore hold it for more than twenty minutes at a time, and he looked at you with such bottomless patience and empathy that you could’ve thrown him out of the fucking car. I love you too.

Instead of a heartbeat, it’s like a piledriver hitting the ground ten feet away.  

I love you too. It rattles your fucking thighs as you wash your hands in the gas station bathroom. None of the other dudes do because dudes are fucking disgusting. This attitude was maybe part of the problem.

I love you too. You come out and the car’s moved and you have a hot second of freakout, then you see Sam’s just pulled it away from the pump and parked in the lot and honest to God (go team!) you almost burst into tears. What the fuck.

I love you, too. 

That night you do your absolute best to lobotomize yourself (not to obliterate yourself, which is a sign of progress and for which effort you absolutely deserve a round of applause from…somebody), but the piledriver just keeps on pounding away and you realize that it’s either piledrive or get piledriven. Sam’s asleep six feet away after his own inpatient procedure but you’re really fucking starting to panic so you say it out loud, anyway. 

I love you, too.

And something gives, eases off like a gas bubble turning a corner in your gut, and you pass out.

So you lean into it. You make it your thing. You figure you can either be losing your mind, or practicing, so you choose practicing. You’re showing the powers that be that you’re keeping the faith. You’re holding a torch.  You’re being the change you want to see in the world. You’ve talked to coma patients before and you’ve prayed to this asshole before and this isn’t any different. Isn’t it?

Washing the dishes: I love you, too.

Checking the oil: I love you, too.

Swinging a machete and hitting that sweet spot between vertebrae where the head just pops right off, like a Lego dude: I love you, too. 

Pulling on socks: I love you, too.

Burning that fucking jacket: I love you, too.

Not out loud, or at least, not where anybody can hear you. That would be weird.

And you know, you know, that he doesn’t hear you, either. You know that, worst of all, he didn’t even need to hear it. You’ve heard a lot of shit about unconditional love, but it’s never had any goddamn appeal to you because, what? Somebody loves you the same no matter what fucked up shit you do, no matter how you feel about them? 

That’s either (a) some seriously poisoned Kool-Aid or (b) so huge it’s useless, like giving somebody a galaxy for their birthday. You want unconditional love? Get a fucking dog. 

I love you, too.

Lately you’ve been swapping in phrases that have the same rhythm or meter or whatever, so you can say them out loud without worrying anybody more than usual. The rain in Spain does some heavy lifting for a couple weeks, then ba-DUMP-bump, tissshh! followed by the king of beers for about half a particularly shitty afternoon and then closing out with you bet your ass, which is a much better fit for your lifestyle. 

So fine, great. Life goes on. You were the subject of his unconditional cosmic love-boner whatever and getting that off his chest was all he needed to go happily fucking off into the abyss. And you’re still down here (up here? over here?), drinking coffee and hating Mondays. Awesome. I love you, too.

This is around when you discover the best match for both meter and tone yet, one so close that it doesn’t even feel like a placebo for the real phrase. It’s a whole different drug, actually. It makes you feel like a million bucks, it’s absolute rocket fuel. If the original is whiskey, this shit is meth. You turn a whole nest of ghouls into one big ghoul smoothie and then at the bar later somebody nervously informs you that you were yelling it out loud the whole damn time. 

The phrase is: go fuck yourself.

You imagine it at night, lying in the empty bed, your pulse hammering in time: him standing there, one big cow-eyed khaki rumple, and you yell: Go fuck yourself. You asshole. You bastard. You smug piece of shit. Go fuck yourself. How many times have we done this, and every fucking time you find a way to make it worse. Go fuck yourself.

I love you, too.

After a few weeks it loses its edge. You kinda knew it would, having some experience with the limits of amphetamines and your own rage-juice glands. It downgrades from a battle-cry to a slur. At some point you realize you’re not even saying it to him anymore. You’re saying it to you. Go fuck yourself.

You try to imagine him saying it instead. Go fuck yourself,  in that nutso Sam the Eagle voice that he must’ve gotten out of a box of Cracker Jacks, because it sure didn’t come complimentary with Jimmy Novak’s dry-ass mouth.  Go fuck yourself, Dean.

Somehow it’s still the nicest thing anybody’s ever said to you. 

So you go back to the OG version, and this time it feels like it settles in. You do whatever the psychological equivalent is of buying it a dog bed and a food dish and a leash, and you take it out for walkies whenever it starts to chew on the furniture. I love you, too. 

You get so used to its presence that sometimes you even forget it’s there. You’re joking around with Sam, eating sandwiches at some picnic grounds on the way to Sioux Falls for a social visit, and you say some dumb thing to him, who knows about what. Sam rolls his eyes and shakes his head in disgust as required by the kid brother certification board and snorts “I love you, man,” in the way that means how are you even allowed to exist, and you answer “I love you, too,” in the way that means I love you, too.

Sam has seen a lot of wild shit, but the look on his face after that is a brand new one to you. 

“Checkmate, asshole,” you say, in case he’s worried you’re gonna off yourself in the bathroom or something.

 You do get to say it, eventually. 

Like most things in life, it happens after you’ve totally given up, and then totally given up giving up, and have achieved the spiritual equivalent of that shrug emoji Claire sends you sometimes. When the phrase is well past thinking about, when the words don’t even carry any meaning anymore; they’re like the thought version of blinking, or swallowing. A background process, until something flies into your eyeball or you try to breathe a tortilla chip.

So the tortilla chip shows up one day. Don’t worry too much about the details here, just take it for granted that it either required a heroic effort of years that nearly broke you, or that he just showed up unsolicited on the porch like a copy of The Watchtower. Or maybe you’re both dead; seriously, who cares, because regardless — he’s there, and you’re there, and for awhile other people are there too, but eventually they go away. 

And it’s him, and it’s you. And if you hadn’t absolutely digested this thing in advance, if you hadn’t broken each word down into its atomic particles and cut and pasted them into your DNA so that 45th century forensic anthropologists from Mars could extract it from a fragment of the the mummified marrow of your left ass-bone, you might’ve said something else. 

You said: “I love you, too.”

You realize, in the moment after you say it, that you have reached the limits of your preparations. You’re a samurai with a single move; you’re the cannon in the 1812 Overture; your photo’s in the dictionary under one-trick pony and you’ve got frosted tips and you’re blinking. 

You say it again, and then a third time, and a lot of times after that. You keep saying it, for years, in varying degrees of franticness and horniness and happiness and honestly still-fucking-angriness and whatever else is on special that week. You say it to his face and to his dick and to his back and to the mere concept of him well after he’s left the room, left the state, left the dimension. Eventually you stop bothering to say anything else to each other. There are maybe half a million words in your native language, according to Sam, who uses them all, and with everybody else you keep on using the two hundred or so you feel confident about. 

But with Castiel, you make do with just the four.

I love you.

I love you, too.

[milfcodeddean]

I've been thinking a lot about Bobby-John (love love love your work btw) and I can't stop thinking about how poor Sam, if keeping with canon, would just struggle™ trying to keep Amelia from finding out. Going out on the town with trying to keep the shape shifting 3yrold consistent is one thing, trying it with someone you're kinda sorta starting a relationship is a whole other ball game. Lot of potentially hilarious hijinks.

YEAH

It definitely changes the stakes and dynamic with Amelia bc even if he does leave the life with her like he either has to leave his toddler, his assumedly dead brother’s child that he’s helped raise since B-J’s infancy, with Garth or Jody or someone else in the know, or he has to at some point tell Amelia about the supernatural and about shapeshifters and the threat of the power vacuum left by the alpha shifter ETC. Either he’s going in for a short term affair where he lies or he has to prepare to commit to introducing her to the supernatural.

I think Sam does a lot of pleading, like supernatural timelines make my brain hurt but I think Bobby-John is 2.5-3.5 yo during the time skip and like that’s an age where the kid is making some active choice and on a good day can be reasoned with or bribed but on a bad day heaven help you. I think like bribes with candy are tried and like things like “we can’t leave the motel room until you change back” etc. I think around town Sam can BS about watching his made up other siblings kids or like being a nanny or smth but around the motel and with Amelia it’s a struggle. Sam has to BS a lot more which is funny bc hes bad at lying.

I think if I as writing the show I might have cut Sam some slack and made like the motel owners retired mother who babysits Bobby-John be like a retired psychic or witch or supernatural librarian or like In The Know in some tertiary non-hunter way but like she doesn’t tell Sam right away bc at first she things B-J replaces Sam’s actual kid and is unsure about things but B-J manages to convey that Sam knows and like maybe she sees Sam begging B-J to turn etc. I just think they deserve a break

Also I think until age like 5 if Bobby-John sneezes violently while someone is holding him he turned into a younger version of that person and they get splattered in goop .

[holylulusworld]

Catch & Release - Memories

Summary: When your fiancé dies days before your wedding you find yourself confronted with his lies. When his best friend attends his burial things become even more complicated as you slowly fall for the green-eyed man.

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader; Sam x Reader (past), Sam x Jess (brief)

Characters: Benny Lafitte, Jimmy Novak, Mary Campbell, Jessica More

Warnings: angst, main characters death, grief, sadness, arguments, language, flashbacks, comforting, tension, longing, mutual pining, mentions of cheating/infidelity

A/N: Loosely inspired by the movie Catch & Release. Sam and Dean are not brothers for my storyline. Flashbacks in Italics.

Catch & Release Masterlist

“Sam, hey…do you mind if I steal this shirt…” Giggling you tug at your fiancè’s shirt, a smug grin on your lips. “I mean, I have to get you naked first…”

“Naughty girl…” Sam breathes between kisses. “I love you; you know that – right?” His question catches you off-guard, but you nod to get another kiss. “I…I made mistakes in the past but from now on, I want to do things right.”

“Baby, we all make mistakes. I still make some and I am far from my twenties. Whatever you did in the past, it’s in the past, Sam. I love you, no matter what.” He nods silently, a soft smile on his lips.

“Love you…so much Y/N. Whatever happens…I’ll always love you…” His lips press against yours and you’ve got the feeling, Sam desperately tries to show you his love. “Love you…”

“I love you too, Sam…”

You scream, flinch and push against a solid chest. Tears run down your face when you wake only to meet foreign eyes. “Sweetheart? What’s wrong? Bad dream?”

“I…I…” Whimpering you hide your face in the palms of your hands. “I dreamed Sam was with me. It was like three or was it four days before he left. We…we kissed, and he told me that he loves me, Dean. I should’ve known better than believing his lies.”

“Y/N, maybe he wanted to end things with Jess?” Dean tries but you huff at his words. “I know the pictures looked like he was happy but, maybe it was his way to say goodbye.”

“Dean, they were smiling into the camera a week before our wedding. Even if Sam wanted to end things with that woman, he still drove to her, still had sex with her, and left me here, sad after another terrible fight.”

Your voice cracks when you look at Dean. “Whatever reason he had to cheat, it must be me. Maybe I was not pretty enough. She looks like a model…”

“Y/N don’t do this to yourself. I will not let you take the blame.” While you glance at the watch you sigh deeply. It’s 2 am and you are wide awake.

On top of all the man, you barely know slept right next to you and you can’t stop the butterflies he causes to flutter in your stomach.

“I know that I shouldn’t but…” A sad smile plays on your lips and you lie back down on your pillow. “If Sam would’ve been happy and satisfied with me by his side, he wouldn’t have looked at another girl or rather fucked her.”

“Sam was a complicated man, to say the least, Y/N. I don’t know about Jess, but if he was willing to marry you, Sam must’ve loved you.” Facing Dean, you pat his chest.

“No, Dean. If you love someone, you don’t drive to another woman twice per month to fuck her. You spend your free time with the girl you want to marry, not with a woman leaving you years ago.”

You take a deep breath, close your eyes to calm your racing heart. “Did you ever cheat on a girl? I won’t judge you, Dean. I just want to know why men cheat on a woman.”

“Honestly, Y/N…” Sighing Dean runs his left hand down his face, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

“I am not good at relationships. The longest I head were with Cassie, around three years, and Lisa, the one leaving me, around five, if you count the time, I was oversea. But…”

Your eyes snap open when Dean gently tugs a strand behind your ear. “I swear, I never cheated. I had my share of girls; I mean you heard what I did in the bathroom. Guess I never found the right girl to settle down.”

“Even if you find the right guy, he sneaks around, fucks someone else, lies, and dies in the end. I slowly realize love isn’t worth the trouble.”

Your eyes fill with tears when you look at the ring at your finger. “Sam, even if he loved me, wasn’t the right one either.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know this must be awful, heartbreaking, and strange to talk to a foreign guy about your dead fiancé.”

Dean huffs when you nod silently. “If you want me to, I can go and sleep on the couch Benny offered to me.”

“No…” Grasping for Dean’s arm you drag him back onto the bed when he tries to leave.

“Please don’t go. Benny and Jimmy, they are nice. Especially Benny is a sweetheart but, they were Sam’s friends, not mine. I don’t know if they didn’t lie to me…maybe they knew…”

“Benny didn’t know. I swear, he would rather lose his left ball than lying to you, Y/N. He’s one of the most honest people I ever met.” Nodding you move closer to Dean to search his face. “Maybe you should talk to his mother?”

“Mary Campbell hates me, Dean. Anything I do is wrong to her. Last time I tried to help her with dinner and she accused me of putting too much salt into the mashed potatoes on purpose.

I don’t know why – but Mary never liked me, no matter what I tried to make her see I love her son.” Sleepily you close your eyes, recalling Dean’s words. “Maybe…you…”

“Sleep a bit, sweetheart. I’ll be here in the morning, promised.” You don’t feel Dean’s lips press against your forehead, but you sigh dreamily when he drapes one arm over your body. “Sam was a fool…”

“Baby doll?” Giggling you rush toward the bathroom, winking at Sam before he gets the chance to grab you. “I’ll get you and you won’t…” His phone starts ringing, and the moment is gone – again.

“Hello, no…no…listen.” Shushing the words Sam turns his back toward you stand in the door frame of the bathroom. “I can’t…I told you that California is off-limits from now on. I…I got a fiancé and…I know…I know but…”

You don’t want to eavesdrop the phone call but Sam’s reaction to whoever just called him lets your stomach tighten.

For a moment, you listen but then you step into the bathroom, closing the door to press your forehead against the cool wood.

“Jess…listen. It’s over. No…no…no matter what you say, I can’t do this to her again. I told you last time was the last time. I love Y/N and I am going to be honest and tell her everything.” 

You don’t hear Sam’s words while you stand under the shower, hating you missed another chance to have a nice morning.

“What do you mean with responsibility…oh—fuck…” The phone call ends, and Sam falls onto the bed, cradling his head. “How can she be pregnant…?”

“Mary, I came here to ask you a few questions about Sam.” Mary is not happy to see you. Her eyes are cold as always when she sees you, especially when her eyes land on the ring you are still wearing.

“Great timing, I was just about to leave.” She spats and you need all your strength to force a smile on your lips. “Make it quick or leave it.”

“I came here to ask you if…” You want to shelter her, want to be considerate but then you remember – Sam is dead. There is no need to play nice with Mary any longer.

“Did you know Sam was cheating on me? Did you know all his trips to California weren’t for his job? Did you know about the million dollars on his account?”

“I knew about the money and if my son cheated on you, it was your fault. No satisfied and happy man cheats on his fiancé. I always knew Sam…” You don’t need to hear more, or rather you don’t want to so you jump up, startling Mary.

“You know what, Mary. I always tried, for Sam’s sake of course, to be nice. I swallowed every insult, every criticism coming out of your mouth. But and that’s a tragedy, Sam is dead.

The man I loved with all my heart, the one I would’ve died for is gone. There is no reason to play nice any longer.”

Sliding the ring down your finger you toss it into Mary’s face. “I know you didn’t like it when Sam asked for your grandmother's ring. Take it back and shove it up your stiff ass.

I hated you from the first moment I met you and you had nothing better to do than criticize my dress which, by the way, Sam chose that night.

I hate that you never gave me a chance to prove to you that Sam is the man I love. I loved him, even though, I did not know about the money he owned. I loved him unconditionally but he, Sam, cheated on me, for years with a girl leaving him.”

Mary doesn’t get the chance to say something as you storm out of the house, without looking back. You are free to go, free to hate Mary Campbell.

“Sweetheart?”

Dean watches you storm out of the house. He offered to drive your car as you were too nervous. “Y/N? What happened?”

“Mary Campbell was a bitch, as usual. She blamed me for Sam’s betrayal. What did I expect?” Huffing you watch Mary follow you toward your car.

“She’s a bitter woman, never smiled when I was around. No matter what I did, it was just not enough, just like with Sam.”

Tears run down your cheeks when Dean opens the door to the passenger seat for you. “Maybe she was right and Sam was too good for me…”

Dean’s eyes meet Mary’s and he can see guilt coloring her features. “Long time no see, Mrs. Campbell. I guess you will ask me to leave your ground again? I was never good enough for Sammy either, got it.”

“Well..uh-you see…” You can hear Jimmy stammer when you and Dean enter the house. “Sam, he’s kinda…”

“I don’t know how to tell you but, Sam died on his way back home. Car accident. Someone rammed his car, it got totaled.” Benny clears his throat when you enter the living room. “Y/N…”

“Jimmy, Benny.” Nodding at your friends you wonder whom they were talking to. “Do we have a guest?” When a woman gets up from the couch to face you, your breath hitches in your throat.

“Hi, uh-Y/N. My name is Jess and I was looking for Sam Campbell.” Jess searches your face, but then her eyes drop to the white stripe at your finger. “I am sorry for coming here during such a dark time but…”

“I get it. My fiancé came to California, fucked the life out of you, and oh…” Pointing toward her swollen belly you huff. “Congratulations, he knocked you up. Can this day get any better?”

You storm toward your room, or rather Sam’s former room, ignoring Jimmy calls your name. “Let me handle this. Great job letting her in…”

Dean runs after you, almost tripping over his feet to enter the room before you can slam the door shut. “Sweetheart…let me in…”

“I…I can’t believe he knocked her up, Dean. Kids were out of the question for at least three or four more years according to Sam.” 

Sobs wreck your body and you throw yourself into Dean’s arms.

“Every day I learn more about Sam, a man I believed I know inside and outside. Now I know – I never knew the real Sam…”

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[evandearest]

In Disguise

Pairings: Sam Winchester x reader, Dean

Request: I had an idea for a Sam x female reader, may i request it? Sam introduces his girlfriend to Dean, she is a very sweet woman and has this softie vibe ( like she loves cute things, she has a baking hobby and shows up to the meeting with a homemade pie for dean). Dean thinks she is kinda naive at first untill she reveals that she is a witch ( sam already knows) and Dean is in shook because he didn t saw it coming from someone like her cause she doesn't act like the ones he had meet.

Warnings: none really, maybe slight arguments and judgement

Notes: this was super cute! i hope you enjoy!

Main Masterlist

Today was the day. It was the day you were finally gonna meet your boyfriend, Sam’s, brother.

Dean Winchester.

The gentle rumble of the Impala was only slightly helping to ease your anxiety. Your leg seemed to only bounce faster the closer you got to the bunker. Sam seemed to notice your anxious behavior, as he put his hand on your bouncing knee and squeezed, smiling softly at you.

“Hey,” he said, his voice soothing. “It’s gonna be okay, trust me. He’s gonna love you, no need to be nervous.” You quickly straightened, smiling and nodding back at him reassuringly and gaining your composure.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous, though. You knew how much Dean meant to Sam. Well, if you knew the Winchesters, chances are you also knew about the unbreakable bond the brothers shared. And just how protective they were of each other. That’s why you were nervous.

It seemed like after only an eternity of driving, you were finally there. The Impala slowed to a stop, Sam quickly hopping out and jogging to your side to open your door for you. You smiled gratefully at him, your heart warming at the simple gesture. You’d never met a man as polite as Sam.

You quickly grabbed the cherry pie you had baked for his brother and followed him into the bunker. When you had heard that Dean loved pie, you were delighted. Not only did you love to bake, but you absolutely loved making things to give to others.

“Dean!” Sam shouted as the door to the bunker squealed open. You followed him to the library, feet shuffling as you trailed as close as possible behind him.

A small smile graced your face as you took in the sight of the library. You’d been here before, but only once, and you never really took the time to appreciate it. The soft, yellow light in the library was calming, yet bright enough to be able to see the pages of a book perfectly. The books on the shelves were lined neatly, no doubt in some kind of specific order, knowing Sam. His need for organization was one of the many things you adored about him.

Sam led you through a few different rooms until you ended up outside of Dean’s room. He knocked and received a deep “come in” from the other side of the door.

“Just a minute,” Sam said to you, before sliding inside the door. You couldn’t hear much of what he was saying, but you did manage to catch your name in the mix.

Sam emerged from the room, but he wasn’t alone. Dean followed behind him. He was pretty much exactly how you expected based on the description. He stood a few inches smaller than Sam, his brown hair short, his eyes green like Sam’s but somehow a different kind. He was broad, and looked very strong. It was kind of intimidating, in a way.

“[Y/N],” Sam started, looking at you and then gesturing to Dean, “this is my brother, Dean.” You smiled warmly at Dean, making eye contact. “And Dean, this is [Y/N], my girlfriend.” Sam reached over, his fingers intertwining with yours.

There was an awkward pause, Dean’s intense stare the only thing filling up the silence. You held the cherry pie out to him with one hand, smiling again, although now a little more nervous.

“I heard you like pie, so I wanted to make you my special,” you said, your voice soft and sweet. “It’s cherry,” you added.

Dean just looked at you for another moment, before reaching out to take the pie from you. “Thank you,” he said, his lips upturning slightly. “That was nice of you.”

“It’s no problem, really,” you replied immediately, smiling sweetly. “I love baking anyway.”

And then there was another awkward pause of Dean just staring at you. You suddenly became insecure under his intense gaze. You squeezed Sam’s hand tighter, slightly recoiling into yourself, your eyes falling to the ground. Dean moved closer to Sam, putting a hand on his shoulder, but still looking at you.

“It was nice meeting you,” Dean said to you, before turning to Sam. “Can I talk to you, Sam?” His voice sounded slightly tense, and your breath caught in your throat, panic arising. He didn’t like you.

“Yeah,” Sam said, tensing. He turned to you, kissing the back of your hand. “We’ll only be a minute, I promise.”

You nodded, “Take your time.” Sam smiled at you before slipping away into Dean’s room again.

———

“What is it, Dean?” Sam asked his brother, his eyebrows furrowing. He didn’t understand what Dean had against you. You were perfect in his eyes.

“Sam, look—“ Dean began, and Sam sighed, knowing some kind of lecture was going to follow. “I’m happy for you, I really am. And she seems like a nice girl, honestly. She just seems a little... too nice. It’s just- does she even know about the life? Has she ever really seen it?”

Sam rolled his eyes. He’d told Dean this millions of times. “Yes,” he said sternly, “she does.”

“Then why does she seem so... unaffected?” Dean asked, his eyebrows furrowed. “She just doesn’t seem rough around the edges like almost all other hunters are. She’s just so... positive.”

“So?” Sam responded incredulously. “Is that a bad thing? Not all hunters are a negative Nancy like you, Dean.”

“Sam,” Dean deadpanned. “Hunters aren’t just unaffected like that. Seeing and killing monsters leaves an affect on everyone. And besides, are you really telling me that that girl could chop off a vampire’s head, or stab a demon, or even dig a freaking grave?” Sam tried to interrupt, but Dean put a hand up to stop him. “No, Sam, I’m done hearing your excuses. That girl would not last a minute out there.”

“You don’t even know her, Dean,” Sam argued.

“She’s naive, Sam!” Dean exclaimed. “Anyone could see it.”

Sam felt anger rise in him. Dean was being judgemental, he should have expected that. But he didn’t even know what Sam knew. You were capable of so many powerful things. Things not even him or Dean could do.

“No,” Sam said sternly. “She’s not. She’s the most aware person I’ve ever known, Dean. I promise you I would never bring her into this if she wasn’t.”

Dean sighed as he thought about Sam’s words. He trusted Sam. He knew he should give him the benefit of the doubt, even if he didn’t agree.

“Fine, man,” he said, patting Sam on the shoulder. “We’ll see then.”

———

It had been a few days after you had met Dean, and you could tell that something still seemed off with him. He just seemed to act weird around you, and you didn’t understand why. You didn’t know what you did to make him dislike you. You’d been so nice to him in an attempt to get on his good side, but nothing seemed to take. You didn’t want talk to Sam so that you didn’t make it complicated for him, but after three days, you finally confided in him about it.

“Sam,” you called his name as you sat in the library, both of you researching for the latest case they had picked up nearby.

“Yes?” he answered, looking up from his book to give you his full attention.

“What’s wrong with Dean?” you asked, fiddling with the pages of your book. “Have I done something to upset him?”

Sam sighed immediately, increasing your nerves. “No, it’s not you,” Sam said reassuringly, smiling at you softly. “I promise. Dean, he just—he has a hard time warming up to people.”

“Are you sure?” you said, your voice laced with insecurity. “I feel like he doesn’t like me.”

Sam quickly shook his head and reached his hand across the table for you. You placed your hand in his and he squeezed reassuringly.

“I promise, [Y/N],” he said. “He likes you. He just doesn’t know how capable you are in this life, because he doesn’t know what you are. He can’t see past all of the goodness you give out to see how tough you are underneath.” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, before it registered in your mind what he was talking about.

“You haven’t told him yet?” you asked, your eyes widening. You’d expected him to tell Dean what you were right away.

Sam shook his head, a nervous smile coming to his face. “I just- I thought you might want to tell him,” he explained. “I didn’t really feel it was my place.”

You smiled widely at your boyfriend. He was just so considerate sometimes. It was one of the things you loved so much about him.

“You really could’ve,” you said softly. “I wouldn’t have minded.” Sam smiled back at that.

“Tell me what?” Dean suddenly interrupted, announcing his presence in the room. You both spun to face him where he stood in the doorway with startled expressions.

“Oh, uh,” Sam mumbled, letting go of your hand and shifting in his seat before looking at you expectantly.

You nodded, before standing and facing Dean. “There’s something you need to know about me.”

Dean’s face scrunched in confusion as he shifted nervously on his feet. “What is it?” he asked hesitantly.

You went to explain, but couldn’t seem to find the words. After a moment, you decided to just take the easy route. You’d show him.

You closed your eyes, focusing intently on the sounds, smells, and entire feeling of the room. You opened your mind to everything, and when you heard Dean’s breath hitch slightly, you knew it had worked. You opened your eyes and turned to look at the floating books hovering over the table that they had previously been laying on. You smirked to yourself and gently moved your hand in a downward motion, watching as the books settled back onto the table softly.

You let your gaze shift back to Dean, nervously awaiting his response. He stood staring at the books for a moment before making eye contact with you.

“You’re a...” Dean trailed off, seeming slightly shocked.

“Witch,” you finished for him, smiling a little shyly. “But the good kind,” you added, shifting nervously. You hoped he wouldn’t still be mad. Dean seemed to falter for a moment, his gaze shifting back and forth from you and Sam.

“That’s...” he trailed off again, seeming lost for words.

“Surprising?” you answered for him again. “I know. I get that a lot.” You laughed lightheartedly.

Dean blinked a few times before turning to Sam. “Well, Sam,” he said, his lips upturning into a small smile. “I guess you were right. Cool chick you got here.”

Sam smiled as he walked up behind you, gently placing his hand on the small of your back. You turned to look up at him, smiling as well.

“The coolest,” he said, beaming down at you.

[finding-the-daylight]

So, now that my finals are officially over, I am going to proceed to have a drink or two or three and rewatch Eclipse. Here’s (soberly) what I remembered from the film prior to starting this account (since starting this account, posts re:Eclipse have reminded me of things I’m not going to include in this introduction): 

1. Bella is basically playing tic-tac-toe with Edward and Jacob and her feelings for them. She can’t make up her mind. When I watched it the first time, my dad was in the living room half paying attention to it and said she was very selfish. 

2. Edward tries to control Bella, but it’s “out of genuine concern for her”.

3. Jacob tries to control Bella, but it’s “out of genuine concern for her”.

4. Both fight for her affection and even though she’s engaged to Edward, she won’t let go of Jacob.

5. When the newborn army shows up, Bella cuts her arm with a rock.

6. There’s awkward tension in the tent.

That’s literally all I remember of the movie while sober (aside from what I have relearned from posts about Eclipse on this blog). My drunken thoughts will be below the break:

Okay, so this dude I think his name is Riley is lowkey kinda dumb, no offense. Like he just stood there and screamed “WHAT DO YOU WANT?!?” This is how all horror movies end badly. You don’t talk back. You run or hide or esape.

THE MEADOW IS SO FUCKING PRETTY. IT’S THE PUREST THING WE HAVE IN THIS FANDOM OMG HE’S PLAYING WITH EHR HAIR AND I JUST WANT SOMEOEN TO PLAY WITH MY HAIR. DAMN BELLA, MY FINALS ARE OVER. SUCKS TO SUCK, DOESN’T IT?

I never noticed the CUllen cuff before, but now thanks to this blog it’s all I’m looking @ lmao. 

I FCKING LOVE CHARLIE TOO MUCH AND HE DESERVED BETTER THIS WHOLE TIME. HE IS SUCH A GOOD FATHER AND HE DESERVES THE BEST.

THERE’S A GLOWING RED LIGHT OUTSIDE MY WINDOW WTF I THINK IT’S THE REFLECTION OF A CAR LIGHT BUT I FUCKING SWEAR

NVM ITS GONE

WHAT THE FUCK EDWARD?? YOU MESSED WITH BELLA’S TRUCK SO SHE COULDN’T SEE HER FRIEND? FUCK. I WOULD’VE DUMPED YOU AND LEFT YOU IN THE WOODS BRO.

Edward sitting with Bella’s friends. We can’t help but stan. He’s still a bitch for the truck thing though. 

I love how Alice looks @ Edward and tells him the party will be fun because she knows nothing bad will happen. But then he reads her mind and looks conerned wtf is ognna happen?

Side note: I really like the lighting in this movie. Everyone has a healthly glow. They lokk happy.

The fucking Volturi always gotta ruin everything. Bitch ass hoes. Ol’ crusty asses acting like some outdated monarchy. Why don’t the vamprires start a democratic government?

Charlie really deserved better. Like I know they couldn’t tell him teh truth but they could’ve been slightly less untruthful prbabl.

I WANNA FIND SOMEONE WHERE MY MOM SAYS WE’RE LIKE MAGNETS WITH EACH OTHER. I WANT SOMEONE TO LOOK @ ME LIKE I’M THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE. DAMNIT EDWARD. DAMNIT STEPHENDW. 

Y’ALL ARE TELLING ME THE ENTIRE CULELN CLAM COMBINED COULDN’T TKAE OUT VICTORIA? THIS SHIT IS GETTING UNREALISTIC LMAO.

THE MUSIC THAT STARTS PLAYING WHEN JAKE TURNS AROUND IN THE PARKING LOT SENT ME LMAOOOOO. 

Leah is such a badass and I wnat to be best friends with ehr plase. 

ALSO FCK THIE IMPRINTING STORYLINE. 

SAM AND LEAH WERE HAPPY TOGETHER.

NO BELLA YOU DON’T FUCKING WANNA KNOW WHAT IMPRINTING IS. NONE OF US WANTD WTO KNWO. IT NEVER SHOULDVE BEEN WRITTEN.

Taylor and Kristen are such babies in this movie. They’re so young and precious. WHIH REMINDS ME WHY TF DID SPTHEJNFNWFNA MAKE THIS SEIRESO ABOUT CHIDLREN??!?! I STILL SAY IF THE CHARACTERS HAS BEWNNF MORE MATUEE AND IN LIKE THEIR MID OR LATE TWNETIEMS OR THIRTIS IT WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER. FIUCKUNG FIGHT ME.

INITING BELLA TO HEAR THE TRIBE’S HISTORIES? THE CULTURAL APPROPRIATION FUCK STEPHEN0AWFJQ. BITCHJ.

SETH IS SO PRECIOUS. AGAIN. THEY’RE ALL SUCH BABIES. THESE POOR CHILDREN.

this hwoel shite is sof ukcing offensie. bitch. listen. why tf did stpehwb fafb have to appropriate cultues like this? BITCH>> you do realize if the legnds are actually like this they’rel ike that because it’s aout defeating yo white as sright? like your’e aware stpehebe ? 

omg bree is so scare d poor baby. literally why did stephenjdbawfbi do this? she just wnated to be ok not hurt anywaon.

exuce me vut CARLISLE IS HOT AS FUCK BITCH

edward is saying some real romantic shit and i sill hate him for the turck thing but like he loves her so much btu he’s stil an asshoel in this smovie

I’M ABOUT TO HATE JACOB I CAN FEEL IT IN MY BONES I’VE SEEN THE GIFS HOE WE GONNA GIGHT. BITCH SHE JUST TOLD YOU SHE DOESN’T LIKE YOU DON’T PUSH HER LIKE THIS. DUMBAS S HOE BITCH. YOU’RE GONNA FIGHT FOR HER? I’M GONNA FUCKIN FIGHT YOU BTCH. I WISH SHE WAS ALREAYD A VAMPIRE SO RTHAT PUNCH WOULDA HURT BITCH YOU DESERVED IT.

THESE FUCKWITS ARE FIGHTING OVER HER AND NOT LISTNEING TO HER THEY ARE BOTCH CANCELLED. BELLA NEEDS TO LEAVE BOTH THESE HOES AND GET A NEW MAN WHO ACTUALLY KNOWS HOW TO LISTNE. BITCHES.

I love Emmett so much. BELLA SHOULD FINA A MAN LIKE HIM. IT’S WHAT SHE DESERVES.

ROSALIE IS ABOUT TO POP TF OFF. SHE IS A QUEEN AND I LVOE AND SUPPORT HER. the saddest thing about this is that she thought her life was perfect and then some fucking asshoes ruiend it. she was so happy. wtf im gonna cry. fuck. i hate sptehej n so much. these gross ass hoes i’m gonna cik all theyre assses. this is so gross i’m so angry literaluy setthing beithc. BUT THEN SHE GETS HER REVENGE AND IT’S BEAUTIFUL. FUCK THOSE BASTARS. but she;s so sad it breaks my heart. she wants to be human so bad. this scene is so sad and it’s theonly good scene in twilight and nikki reed deserves an ocsa like if you agree.

jane and alec more childrne who should’ve been able to be children fck the volturie

why the hel is jessica the fucking valedinact ion? it should’ve been bella they made her seem so damn smart but now she’s not theo ne? i don’ beliee it. but anna kendrick is a gift and now i wanna watch ptiche perfect. CHARLIE is so pure he deserved better and i’m gona kep saying it.

i love those fucking rose colored lamps hanging at the cullens house int he window at hte party scene can anyone link them to me i need? 

why the hell is the wolfpack athe cullesn hosue? this doesnt make sense and it doesn’t seem real am i too drunk and imabginf this?

jno wait it’s real. jake’s appolgoizng.

how fucking conventinet the woflpakc is there hwen alice realizes there abotu to be attacked. this aint realistc. bitc.

why are these kids being forces to act like audls? “I wans;t asking for permission” hoe you’re like 16 go home and go tib ed and odnt go to war.

these woflies gonan kick yo ass edward get tf out

i’m laughign nrow but nothigng funy is happening lmaoooo

fck carlisle is really hot as fuck his jawline kills me

i hate jasper’s hair here i’m sorry i know we all lovehim bt heis hair is a dam nmess

belal is so fuckign negative all the time no one is gonan get killed exceptsvictoris

THE COWBOOIIIII WHY DOES HE LOOKS LIKE OWNE WILSON IN THIS DAMN LIGHTIN? ALICE AND JASPER LOVE EACH TOHER SO MUCH MY APLOGIZKE MAAM FCK IT UP.

why thfe fuck is hake comparing his situaton with leah and sam and emily? We are nto the same hoe wae are not the same. bella is choosing edward sit yo ass down. but i still thin kyall are both problemastic as fuck in thos movie and hse deserves better.

CHARLIES DESEVRS  BTETER THEY KEEP LYIGN EVEN WHEN THEY DUCKGN DONT NEED TO

reblog if you thought edward and bella wre gona fuc, when she went over to his house in eclipse when yo ufirst read the book or saw the movue

he really oes love her a lot though fkcn i’m so alone 

 he looks si sad wgen he mentind ices tea on the porch poor edward

EVERY DANM MOMENR OF FOREVER BITCG I WANT  LOVE LIK THST 

LITERALLY THIS IS THE SUTPEIDEST PLOT EVER. A WHOLE FUCKIN ARMY TOO ATTACK ONE IGRL? BITCH. THIS AINT EVEM A THING. 

im gettign ral tired yall dik if i waill mke it to the end of this movie but i will tru

i hate the enrgey from jae and efard in this tent. ya’ll are both dumb hoes and she could do better than either ofy ou. 

WRHAT THE FUCK FASTER IF YOUR TOOK YORU CLOTHS OFF BITCH WHAT THE FUCK NOW I AM GONNA FUCKIN PUNCH YOU IB HOEP BELLA OUBCHES YOU WHEN SHES A VMAPRIE STUPID HOE 16 YEAR OLD SHOULD BE AT HOME IN BED INSTEAD OF IN A TENT TRYING TO FIGH A FCUKCN WAR

edward is such an emo boi in the tent and he thinsk she doesn;t lve him any more. yo ua stipiud hoe edearf but she still loves you anwyab ithc.

wheb edward said i’m not gonna force her into naythign ever agin i realized he was hte better man good for you eddie you fickun manned up you win

MY REASON FOR ESXITNST HOE I JST WNAT TO BE LOVED

now edwards bene a fuckboi again trying to hurt jake b ymaking sure he knew they were getting maried edward what the fuck iw was just starting to be on your side agian and you let me down like this

jacob is beign an emo boi now jake go be a child @ home and stop this nonsense you’re not a man go be a chid and take a nap and eat some grilled cheese youkk feel better

now she told him she wants to kiss him wtf bella don’t kead this bitch on he’s already in pain let hom gp home and eat a grilled cheese

mow bella’ supsetti spaghetti because edwards know she kissed jake

this shit is so unenecasialr dramtic wht the fuck yall  like a whole army ofver one girl and then its like all everyboyd trying kill everybody this is bulshittheyre all children who should eb at home eating grileld chesses not at war

victoria is a real bitch lying to this boy telling hin she lvoes him hoe bitch

og shit efward ifs pissed now he’s tauntign ab ithc

i acutaly kinda fel bad for riley he wnet through so mcuh and was manipulated i wish the cullens could have adopted him and bree

oshit is the volutire 

SAM DONT FUCKUGN TALK TO LEAH LIKE THAT EVER AGIAN YOU HOE

CARLISE AND I REPEAT AGAIB IS HOT AS FUCK FUCK CARLISRL

I LITERALLY AHTE THE VOLTURIE FOR KILLIGN VREE THEY WILL NEVER BE FORGIVEN

JASPER KNOWS WHATS GOOD HE DOESN’T TURST THESE HOES

I’M SO PISEED THAT THE CULLENS NEVER FUCKING IFHT THE VOLTURIE LIKE CARLISLES IS SMART AS FUCK AND EHS TILL WONT START A DEMOCRAY LIKE YALL KNOW ROSLAIE WOULDVE FOGUHT FOR THAT SHIT TOO

 I LVOE YOUDADY CARLISLE

THIS 16 YEAR OLD LYING UP HERE BECAUSE OF TE DUMBASS WAR I TOLD YALL TO GO GOEN AND EA A GRILELD CHEDWE

poor jakie he knows hed better good for her but she reallys loves eward jake deserved better than what he got reblog is youf agree he jst said he’s even love her after she’s a vamprie bruh go eat a grilled chease and love yourself

WERE BACK IN THE FUCKING MEADOW ITS LIT AND ITS LOVELY I WANNA FALL IN LOVE IN A MEADOW WITH A HANDAOME MYSTERIOUS MAN WHO LOVES ME UNCODNITONATLY

KIRSTNE STEQARD IS THE WBEST AND SHE DESERVED AN OSCAR FOR THIS MOVIE HER AND NIKKI REED AND NODBOYD ELSE

fianlly this bitch is gonna beh onest with chalrie took you long enough

that was an anticlamtnc ending but i love love

[wishfullyeternal]

Dean x Reader- One Left Shoe

Anon requested-  Hey. I really like your work and I know yo havent been to active but I was hoping you could write a Dean/Reader where they have a crush on each other and they go on a hunt alone together. Sorry if it's too vague.😋❤

A/N- Thanks for the request! Definitely not too vague but gave me enough so I could work my magic, kinda long, but I had a blast writing it! Keep sending requests my lovelies!

Dean x Reader- One Left Shoe

Words- 1,472

Warnings- Descriptions of violence, kissing, language

"Dean," You started, he huffed.

"You're not going on the hunt with me, I can go alone." Dean was packing up clothes from the bunker as you sat on his bed.

"Please?" Dean stopping shoving things into his duffel bag and stared at you, then rubbed his eyes and sighed,

"Why do you even want to go with me?" His green eyes narrowed, assuming you were up to something. You looked down, a little embarrassed but spoke quietly.

"I dunno," You paused to play with the drawstrings of your hoodie,

"I just like spending time with you I guess." Dean smiled that oh-so-cute grin he wore whenever you complimented him. I mean was it that obvious you had a crush on him? He was perfect, those light green eyes that crinkled when he laughed at a stupid joke you made, and the warm arms that embraced you when you were down. Who could ever want more? Dean snapped you out of your thoughts,

"You doin' all right there?" You stammered,

"Y-yeah, I just zoned out..." Dean chuckled,

"Doesn't surprise me." You play punched him and walked out, you yelled back through the hallway,

"I'm going with you, no exceptions!" You heard a laugh and then the shuffling of more clothes. As you packed a couple of days worth of clothes Dean walked into your room, scoffing at the girly decor.

"Sam can't come, he said he needs his 'research time', what a nerd," You laughed softly.

"So ya ready?' He asked, you zipped up your backpack and looked at him.

"Always,"

 Finding a dingy motel in the city of Greenville Illinois was easy, the town was lesser known and a little more than 7,000 people lived there. (You did your research) Unpacking was easy and soon it was back to the hunt. Dean had educated you in the lengthy ride, simple hunt, just an aggravated spirit. He suspected a child, which was always one that tugged on the heartstrings for you. But knowing you were doing the right thing was always good.

"So, let's go," Dean said, almost running out the door, you hurried to catch up.

"Why in such a hurry?" He shrugged his shoulders,

"Better to hunt sooner than later, don't want anything happenin' to other people who might hang around there." You shrugged your shoulders and decided not to question it. A short drive later, listening to the hum of the Impala you ended up at the house. It was a ways in the woods, but a path made it easy to access. It was at the edge of a national reserve, so you could see how potential path goers could get confused and go into the house. It was dark and damp. The only light was the headlights of the Impala which illuminated the slight mist that had formed in the cool air. Dean got out of the car and popped the trunk.

"So, whaddya thinkin'...Salt filled shotgun caps, iron crowbar..." You refused the shotgun, you did not trust yourself with it at all. So instead you went with the crowbar. Dean smiled at you and grabbed his shotgun.

"So, what are we looking for?" You asked Dean answered quickly,

"A shoe." You questioned him,

"A shoe?" He nodded. You motioned for him to further explain,

"I'm pretty sure the ghost is Thomas Brown, he died as a kid from drowning in the bathtub, he's been dead for a while, so his spirit is pretty powerful, when I first saw the victims, they all had lost one of their shoes, the left one." You looked at him quietly,

"This kid killed people?" Dean nodded,

"Don't worry, it isn't that bad." He started to walk up into the house and you followed close behind. Dean opened the door and quickly scanned the room with his shotgun, silence. It was a small three-room house, a bedroom, a bathroom, and a living room. A log cabin that seemed slightly worn, if you were to guess you would've guessed the early 1900s. So this ghost was pretty old if he was the first tenant. Dean motioned quietly for you to take the bathroom, while he took the bedroom. You went to your right and put your crowbar to the door, silently keeping yourself somewhat safe. The temperature suddenly dropped and goosebumps formed on your arms, you put your hand to the cold doorknob and turned, you opened it and the first thing you were met with was a bathtub. A full bathtub. You heard an echoed voice.

"Go Away" It was a small bathroom, where could the ghost be hiding? You went to turn on the light but when your hand touched it, it shocked you, you recoiled and suddenly the ghost flickered and appeared. It was a little boy with brown hair, he looked surprisingly like Sam. He looked innocent, much like a young child when looking up at their parents. He spoke to you,

"I never wanted to die...Mommy left me alone for too long...The water was so cold...I fell..." His face quickly turned angry and at the sight of you pushed you away, you sprawled out onto the wooden floor about 10 feet away. Dean quickly ran out of the bedroom and yelled for you,

"Y/N what the hell was that!" He looked down to you and quickly to the ghost that stood in the doorway, he cocked his gun and shot, the ghost flickered away. The room was still cold, however, and you began to shiver on the ground. You got up though and wiped the blood from your lip and head. Nothing too bad. Dean helped you up and said to you.

"You okay?" You nodded,

"Find the shoe?" You asked, he pulled a small shoe out of his pocket.

"Yup." You paused,

"Dean..." he looked at you and raised a brow,

"That's a right shoe." Dean looked at it and shook his head.

"Damnit!" Dean pulled you into the bedroom to help look, you looked under the rusted bed frame, under sheets that were stained with god knows what and in the closet that had far too many cobwebs, Thomas's voice echoed through the house.

"Ring around the rosie, pockets full of shoesies, water, water, we all drown now..." You heard all of the faucets, rusted beyond recognition turn on, he was planning to flood the house.

"Dean!" You yelled to him,

"What now?!" You went for a window, locked, you ran to the door, also locked. Dean tried to hide his look of panic.

"We gotta find that shoe." Thomas appeared in front of Dean, with the shoe in his hand. Dean went to grab it but the ghost hovered it away. Dean argued with the ghost,

"Goddamnit, give me the shoe!" Thomas answered him,

"But I don't want to die again." You took the chance to roundhouse the head of Thomas with the crowbar, he dropped the shoe. Dean snatched it up and emptied the shell of one of his shotgun shells, pouring the salt on it, he grabbed his flask and poured the whiskey on it and lit it, the show started to burn but at the same time, the water began to flow inside the bedroom, effectively putting out the flame. Dean cursed some more and put it on top of the bed, he lit it again and it burned slowly. Thomas appeared once more and attempted to put out the flame. Dean shot it again and I stood at Dean's back, protecting him while he watched it burn. I heard a yell and suddenly Thomas burst into flame. He floundered around for a couple of seconds and eventually, his soul was burned out. To be put to hell or heaven, we'll never know. Dean sighed,

"Finally, let's get outta here." You nodded at him and went to the Impala. He put away the crowbar and shotgun and looked at you.

"Hey, you okay?" he motioned to your head wound, you nodded.

"I'm fine," Dean shot you one of those I-know-you're-lying looks and said to you.

"At least let me clean it," Knowing he wasn't going to take no for an answer you obliged, Dean quickly grabbed gauze and the rest of his whiskey to disinfect it, he didn't warn you when he dabbed at the cut.

"Fuck, that hurts." You went away from his hand and he shushed you.

"Just let me clean it, then you'll be fine" You rolled your eyes and let him clean it. he put a large bandage on it said you were good to go.

"Dean." You paused,

"Yeah?" You stammered,

"I love you y'know..." Dean pressed a soft kiss to your forehead,

"You think I couldn't tell?" You blushed, Dean lifted your chin and smiled at you. He kissed you lightly,

"I love you too"

[themanicgalaxy]

SPN 2X16 Roadkill

“why do I feel like this one is gonna hurt

Although I’m watching on the big TV for the first time like...ever

whee I love being home without parentals

YO HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN

Literally my favorite song right now

they’re lost, ok fine, classic trope

he distracts her, they veer off road

why did the guy look vaguely like Bobby

Damn that was an intense crash

Where’s her husband?

At least she’s....alive?

Ma’am go up to the road, your husband is dead probably

this looks like...a hunter’s cabin?

This is a REALLY Long intro

Wait and then he just...morphs into someone else? and he’s bleeding?

oh and thEN she runs into Sam and Dean, ok 

THEY HAVE TO HAND CRANK THE WINDOWS

Yes I will clown Dean’s old car fixation

Wh do they know who it is?

I’m digging the episode structure, it’s different and a bit weird

the radio...switches to...the song!!!

“It was playing when we crashed” HFDAIOFHPASI HOLY HELL

“She’s mine” OH MY GOD

THE CAR STALLS! THEY HIT THE GUY!!

“He’s not gonna let her leave” SFIAF AAHHH

of course she gets scared of the guns you fucking idiots

Ah great they’re telling the truth that’s going great

“don't...don’t sugarcoat it”

I’ll be honest, I do appreciate her not trusting them, that makes a lot of sense

“Farmer roadkill” hey roll credits

once you realize Sam is protagonist-y boi, it’s hard not to notice, he gets all the Last Word

Oh the actress is from Battlestar Galactica, that’s why she was familiar

“you’re like ghostbusters” 

Why would you go into the woods

BOOM! SHOT HIM!!!

Also I think that was with the rebel just for kicks audio

I was a CLOWNE, SHE”S CHARLOTTE FROM LUCIFER

“just once I’d like to round a corner and see a nice house” pffttt, not in a horror show you dumdum

THE DOOR OPENED AND I THOUGHT THAT WAS THE SPIRIT JESUS CHRIST ok I like the spook

the better bookend this with house of the rising sun, I say as an objective party that totally doesn’t stan this song

“caught in a loop” is just...ofahosu

“they weren’t evil, something happened to them” damn I wonder why Sam would feel personally

Dean references j. love hewitt who is apparently a...romcom star?

Dean just wants to kill them

“smells like old lady in here....ah that’s why” that’s...disturbing

she hung herself

I like that her questioning gets them to question, that’s neat

“we’re all just scared of the unknown” “we don’t know what happens after”

Sam also references their dad super casually, which feels important

“you won’t tell me because you’re afraid I’ll mess up your hunt” is good, that’s the chase

DAMN I love the fact that this song keeps showing up, and it gets mixed to be the soundtrack, I love it so much

The chewed through cord of the radio, the ice spelling out she’s mine, NICE creepy elements

and yes, the giant-ass window WAS a huge giveaway, but the other stuff was cool

It was nice seeing them be a little less macho for a bit though.

Tree as a grave marker is a nice touch

wait is it true

“all i go left is hurting you" is a Line, damn

oh great it’s torture, great

Dean don’t get cocky, and stop showboating

ahh he’s the distraction

second episode in a row he’s gotten thrown around by Magic Creatures

and it’s over

yes your husband is dead, he’s clearly dead

...he’s...not alive

??

Sam please tell me you’re not lying 

"he’s in that house”?

WHAT?

he never left???

he’s with someone else??

That’s David’s wife??

Oh my god, she’s dead. She hit Greeley with the car 15 years ago

THAT’S WHY THEY TALKED BOUT THE ACCIDENT

“some spirits only see what they want” OHHH

good bait and switch, I did not see it coming

oHH ok the way they were handling it with care makes way more sense!!

Yes, some of it hits you in the face when they recontextualize it, but it’s the cw, fine, I’ll take it

They try to make her move on! That’s neat, honestly

“you’ll move on” “but you don’t know where” AHHHH

“it’s time to go” ohhh this is remarkably sweet of them

AND THAT’S WHY SHE LOOKED SO 90s

the environmental shot is really nice, actually

AAND THE FILTER CHANGES! It goes from REALLY gray to more peach and warm!

“We’ll never know till we die” ha wait, just wait, just you wait guys

Ah sixth sense reference I was wondering when that was gonna happen

1. Ok, different episode structure, bait and switch, and a BALLER soundtrack. The two spirits haunting them, reenacting their own death and driving others to die as a result. The idea and lore? slapped. I liked how the filter changed at the end

2. The way they changed the color stuff, the horror(while cliche) was solid. Honestly just kinda fun

3. It was nice seeing them do something different. Exploring different depths. I appreciated that a lot.

:)