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slashingdisneypasta · 3 years

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Horror Villains x Reader || Reactions

Reacting to: Reader getting slipped a love potion so whoever they see first, they fall madly in absolute and total love and adoration of. They first see Slasher. Notes: Yep, I've been watching scenes of Strange Magic. This is because of that. I definitely recommend listening to a version of 'I Cant Help Myself (Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch)' while reading XD I'm listening to the Jessica Mauboy cover! ^^

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Warnings: Definitely non con elements (Not sexual though) Characters Included: Billy Loomis, Bubba Sawyer, (Mayor) Buckman, Carrie White, Chucky / Charles Lee Ray, Chop Top Sawyer, Drayton Sawyer, Freddy Krueger, Jennifer Check, (Sheriff), Hoyt, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Patrick Bateman, Pennywise (OG), Stu Macher and Thomas Hewitt.

Billy Loomis:

🎶'I can't help myself'🎶

What.

What kinda - bullshit- leave me the fuck alone-

Honestly he's trying to get the hell away from you (As you tail him) while Stu's at the side texting you where they're gonna be and laughing his bloody ass off when you turn up and Billy suddenly sprints to the bathroom.

Bubba Sawyer:

🎶'Sugar pie, honey bunch You know that I love you'🎶

Oh my gosh, the moment you expression changes from one of fear and disgust, to wide eyed adoration and you start fawning over him?? He has no idea what to d o. Oh, the poor baby XDD

Like, he's just hugging his chainsaw to him as you get up close and touch his shoulders and fix his tie and follow him around and he doesn't r e a l l y mind, cuz its not like you're hurting him, but he is just confused. He's searching for Drayton. Like he'll have any answers, pft.

(Mayor) Buckman:

🎶'I can't help myself I love you and nobody else'🎶

-I'm sorry, what now? Beg your pardon, there?

As soon as he recognises that sparkly, attentive look on your eyes he's slightly baffled. I mean, he's used to being loved - his town a d o r e their mayor, - so he isn't quite as lost as Bubba is or even Billy, but- he just had your friends killed? Sweetheart are you in your right mind?

I can see him sorta, awkwardly starting to treat your a little better then your friends. What?? He'd feel just awful being terrible to someone who 'loves', him! I mean you'll still die probably, but you can stand by him until its time. Self absorbed prick

Carrie White:

🎶'In and out my life You come and you go Leaving just your picture behind And I kissed it a thousand times'🎶

(*^^*) I'm sorry (*^^*) What? (*^^*)

Oh my gosh she's a mess. What do you mean by calling her Sugar Pie? Honey bunch? Sweetheart? Cutie!?!?

She's going to run away my guy, she's going to flee. She is not used to this kind of attention (Or any at all, for that matter) and you've flustered her. She doesn't believe you're just making fun of her though (Since you're just so... adoring. She intense. So in love- this cant possibly be an act) though at least, so there's that.

Just calm. down. bitch. You're going to scare her.

Chucky / Charles Lee Ray:

🎶'When you snap your finger or wink your eye I come a-running to you I'm tied to your apron strings And there's nothing that I can do'🎶

Depends- as a human or a Good Guy?

As a human he might be a bit more reserved about the whole thing and a whole lot more confused like... is this a joke? That's a gun in my pocket, not somethin' else if that's what you're thinkin'. You gettin' off on this? What? What's the deal, here?

As a doll though it TOTALLY goes to his head. You just took this bastards ego man and shot it up with some steroids. Like yes- they even want me when I'm plastic. That's fuckin' right.

I would say, 'No way hosay, he's fleeing- he's got a hot ass wife already!! But that has never really stopped our asshole gremlin man so...

Chop Top Sawyer:

🎶'I can't help myself No, I can't help myself'🎶

'DRAYYYTONNNN, C'MERE AND MEET MAH HONEY PIE. I'M GETTIN ME HITCHED!'

*Drayton from somewhere else in the part* 'YOU'RE WHAT?!'

Yep. No getting outta this now. You're getting married to him. Enjoy.

Drayton Sawyer:

🎶''Cause sugar pie, honey bunch I'm weaker than a man should be I can't help myself'🎶

*Cough* me *cough*

I mean... *awkward cough cough's*... what?

Oh boy, Drayton is awkward. And PINK. Why're you looking at him like that? Why are you running your fingers through his hair? Why're

Like Bog in Strange Magic I think Drayton would set you aside from the rest of the victims for a while, until whatever's gotten into you has worn off at least. And begrudgingly take care of you- and try to tell you that your feelings are just whatever poison's jacked you up- and to please calm down- you wont want this old boy when your senses are back-

Gosh, he's too cute. I love him a lot.

Freddy Krueger:

🎶'I'm a fool in love, you see Wanna tell you I don't love you Tell you that we're through And I've tried Every time I see your face I get all choked up inside'🎶

Hmmmmm~ What'd you just call him?~

You're playing fire here babes-

And by that I mean he's going to push you until he finds the limit to this potion- for fun. Will you still 'love' him if he leads you off a cliff?~ If he carves his name into your back? If he forces this disgusting sludge down your throat? Will you do aaaanything for him?~ How about killing your friend over there?

Goodluck.

Jennifer Check:

🎶'When I call your name Girl, it starts a flame'🎶

Yeah, I mean of course, who doesn't, bye-

This is not shocking to her XD She's hot and amazing, she knows, alright? Shoo.

Depends- are you a dude? Cis or trans- a dudes a dude. And if you are a dude, she is going to take this admiration and use it to her advantage.

If you are not a guy, though, you'll probably get off easy, with an eyeroll as she stalks off. Maybe even a smirk.

(Sheriff) Hoyt:

🎶'Burning in my heart, tearing it all apart No matter how I try, my love I cannot hide'🎶

... Is this a trick? You fucker-

Paranoid military man kills you immediately because he thinks this is a ploy to survive and hurt his family.

Jason Voorhees:

🎶'Sugar pie, honey bunch You know that I'm waiting for you (waiting for you)'🎶

Mmmmmm... 😐 this is new territory... he really doesn't know what to do, here...

Uhh... he may lower his weapon, and tilt his head; Silently asking his mother what to do in this situation as he assesses you- you and your own tilted head, corner of your mouth tilted up as you look up (UP UP UP- ) at the 'love of your life'.

Tea? Do you want some (cold lake water and floor leaf) tea?

Michael Myers:

🎶'I can't help myself I love you and nobody else'🎶

Wh... what?

Not gonna lie- you threw him off, for sure when you got down on your knees and just gazed up at him. Even with blood all over him, even holding a shar knife, even with the corpse of your friend a few feet away.

But mostly his feelings are please go away you're freaking me the fuck out.

*The sound of your neck snapping*

Patrick Bateman:

🎶'Sugar pie, honey bunch I'd do anything you ask me to'🎶

How sad for you.

He really doesn't care, man. Just tries to go on with his life, even with you following him around everywhere and trying to get his attention, and being there at his every beck and call- he does enjoy having coffee whenever he wants it, though.

Pennywise (OG):

🎶'I can't help myself I want you and nobody else'🎶

Oh this is HILARIOUS.

Penny figures it out immediately and has a good laugh, as you giggle softly, awkwardly along with him (Which makes him laugh harder-). Ohhhh, you made his century.

You're gonna taste delicious, when he's done with you.

Stu Macher:

🎶'Sugar pie, honey bunch You know that I love you'🎶

Ahhhhh... say what now?

Billy cackles like an evil ferret behind him as you wrap your arms around Stu (The boy himself a slave to his hornier impulses but struggling as Billy's right there and also this is kinda rapey-). Good. he gets a taste of his own medicine now. He looks mortified. GOOD.

Thomas Hewitt:

🎶'I can't help myself No, I can't help myself'🎶

Thomas is a mix of Michael and Bubba- he's thinking but why, but also what do i do what do i do what do i do-

Like one one side, he's annoyed. Because you're geting in his way and he needs to help out his mamma and do what Hoyt tells him to, in order to keep his family safe.

But on the other- he's kind of enjoying this kind of attention.

God, someone just take the decision out of his hands.

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sasstrash · 3 years

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Please forgive me I've been super focused on school

The Silent Queen 6; A Royal Morning

Raven woke up the same she always did - quietly. No one ever really noticed her until she was outside her room and hallway back in the castle but at school, people smiled and waved at her the second she left her dorm with Maddie. She guessed that the news of her arrival had spread and a lot of people wanted to know the daughter of the Evil Queen. Raven grimaced at the thought, she would have preferred not to be known at all. To just be a minor character in a smaller story. With a happy ending. But that wasn’t who she was, she was Raven Queen and this was her life.

Walking down the corridors to the castleteria was mostly uneventful aside from all the other students who continued looking at her and pointing things out. It was times like these that she wished she could hear. But then again she wasn’t sure how well she’d adjust to suddenly being able to hear. The castleteria itself is big and crowded with white lighting that made everything look brighter than what Raven was used to, many eyes looked over to her and Raven felt herself subconsciously tug at a lavender streak in her hair. This was going to be a long school year.

Cerise stood up and waved over at the pair of newcomers from her table where she sat with Cedar, Hunter, and a few girls who Raven vaguely remembered from yesterday who had been with that blonde- Apple, Apple White. The next Snow White, the one Raven would eventually have to poison. Raven stopped moving for a second at the thought of her destiny. Eyes wide she almost started to shake until Maddie lightly poked her shoulder, pointing to the castleteria’s food table. Raven straightened and followed her roommate and best friend to grab breakfast.

At home, she usually just walks into the kitchen. Chef made pancakes most mornings with berries from the nearby forest and honey on top. Raven always loved those pancakes, even if she had them almost every day. Raven quickly put a few slices of bacon on her plate smiling at the staff before grabbing some fruit salad and a couple of waffles and left to follow Maddie over to Cedar’s table. Most people moved out of the way to let the two girls pass through in order to get to their table. If Raven was being honest she had expected more students to run away from her when she arrived, and yet they all seemed to be completely enamoured by her. Weird. Maybe it was because she hadn’t shown up for regular school until this year, or because no one knew what she looked like (she avoided mirror phones and rarely left the castle grounds), or maybe none of them knew much about deaf people. Or maybe all three. By the time she and Maddie sat down, Raven was already exhausted, and she hadn’t even gone to class yet!!

‘Morning Rae, how was your first night at EAH?’ Cerise signed over to her childhood friend. Raven smiled at the nickname, Cerise had given it to her when they were about six, very soon afterwards Raven and Cerise began talking more over chats with their mirror phones as Cerise started elementary school while Raven began to be castleschooled. The two would work on video chats every now and again to keep sign language in Cerise’s vocabulary, (usually with a little help from Ramona too, but it’s not like they could talk about that it was a secret!) so the two stayed connected no matter where they were.

‘It’s been good Cher,’ another nickname that had come from their younger years ‘you know after the whole Headmaster situation me and Maddie set up our dorm. It was definitely different from the castle or your place’ Raven concluded before picking up her fork. She really was hungry after skipping dinner last night. As the others smiled at her she felt a warm fuzzy feeling wash over her, these were her friends, some through childhood, some through the others and they all loved her. She was loved, at least she was now but once she became, that she wouldn’t be. Her smile began to dim just a tad as she bit into her waffle. She shook it off before looking at the three girls she didn’t know the names of. ‘Oh sorry I almost forgot, I’m Raven, and you guys are?’ she asked the brunette in pink, the platinum blonde in white and the ginger with green eyes. Each one smiled at her as brightly as her friends, if not a bit brighter, they were probably princesses, Raven thought to herself before each one signed their names.

‘Briar Beauty’ The girl in all pink signed with slightly tired eyes. Raven immediately made the connection to the Sleeping Beauty Story, it took a lot for her not to frown, that was always such a sad tale, sleeping for a hundred years would mean losing the people she loved. Even still Raven could see that something else was turning in her mind, maybe she’d get to see what that was.

The ginger signed after ‘Ashlynn Ella it’s nice to meet you!’ she had the brightest smile that Raven had seen from the trio. Cinderella’s daughter her mind added in, another story with a happy ending but a tragic beginning, she couldn’t imagine losing both of her parents. Then again it was better than being imprisoned in a mirror, or being forced to dance in hot iron shoes until death, or being crushed by a boulder after falling off of a cliff. Raven’s thoughts were broken as she saw that Ashlynn was sitting very close to Hunter, who seemed to be completely focused on her, the dork had a crush, which seemed to be mutual. If Raven could speak well she would have laughed.

‘I’m Darling Charming but you can call me Darl for short’ The Platinum Blonde signed last as she gave a simple polite smile. Like the one that Raven had been taught to use for visitors and knights when she was younger. A female born Charming? She had heard of it before but it wasn’t common, most of them became small-time princesses with small kingdoms, or took over for the Charming Kingdom when the time came. It would be interesting Raven thought to see where her destiny leads her, after all, Darling definitely had the most open book story out of all of them.

‘It’s nice to meet all of you’ Raven signed before continuing ‘So.. has anyone gotten a schedule, I still haven’t’ It hadn’t been a big surprise to her though, she supposed no one had accounted for her deafness and they might have had to remake her schedule. After she mentioned it though she saw Cedar hit her head with her hand. “Ugh, I almost forgot,” she muttered to the group before pulling out a piece of paper. ‘Here Raven, I passed the headmaster and he asked me to give this to you, don’t worry he only had to reschedule two subjects!’ she finished passing the note over. Raven sent a grateful smile to her friend thank goodness for Cedar on the top of the paper a note was written with a schedule underneath. It read:

Dear Ms. Queen; first of all, I’d like to apologize for not being aware of this sooner, in the short time we’ve been given I was able to find some students to help you translate in each class. However, just in case most classes have an extra student who understands sign language. Below is your schedule, I hope you enjoy your time here at Ever After High.

Sincerely,

Headmaster Grimm

Breakfast: 6:30-8:30

Block one: Geografairy with Professor Jack B. Nimble (assisted by Cerise Hood) 8:45-9:30

Block two: Beast Training and Care with Professor Poppa Bear (assisted by Dexter Charming) 9:35-10:20

Block three: General Villainy with Professor Badwolf (assisted by Ramona Badwolf) 10:25-11:10

Block four: Math with Dr. King Charming (assisted by Ashlynn Ella) 11:15-12:00

Lunch: 12:00-12:45

Block five: History with Professor Rumpilstilskin (assisted by Madelyn Hatter) 1:00-1:45

Block six: Spellcasting and Potions with Professor Baba Yaga (assisted by Cedar Wood) 1:50-2:35

Block seven: Grimmnastics with Coach Gingerbreadman (assisted by Darling Charming) 2:40-3:25

Block eight: Art with Professor Card (assisted by Meshell Mermaid) 3:30-4:15

Dinner may be had at any time after this, as can counselling with Baba Yaga or Mother Goose. Lights out is at 10:30

Raven smiled at the schedule she only didn’t know two of the names on here. She was nervous to start her time at EAH but as long as she had good grades and a clear head she was sure she would do fine.

Notes:

I am really sorry this took so long, I kept forgetting about it because of school and COVID. btw if anyone knows how to make a master post and pin it could you please let me know? I would like to be able to do that. I also just got an AO3 account so I might post on there.

Taglist For The Silent Queen:

@virgil-is-a-cutie @justafanwarrior @bee-a-garbage-shipper @spicybelladonna @starrry-nites @tired-butterfly @insomniac-nerd-posts-things @themagicmistic @a-star-with-a-human-name @futursworld @pepelachanel @me-with-a-z-and-double-the-e @wolf-for-life

@iz-bell-saiah @thebookwormfairy @fantasiame

#raven queen #eah #ever after high #maddie hatter #cerise hood #brair beauty #ashlynn ella #darling charming #the silent queen

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crazyyanderefangirlfan · 4 years

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Chapter 2: Bring on the Mania pt 2

Everyone stared at Amane once they got to the classroom. They already parted with Jack, Epel, and Sebek, and the three boys wished the ADeuce combo luck with Amane. The latter basked in the attention, even sending a teasing wink to the lingering stares, who blushed and turned back to the teacher. Crewel made it VERY clear to Amane that if he disrupts the class in any way, he will receive punishment, like how he did before. All he got from was...

"Yes, daddy."

"Oh, does Professor Crewel remind you of your father?"

Amane wanted to laugh at her naivety if he wasn't being tied up and suspended in midair.

He remained like that for the rest of the period. Occasionally he would let out a joke or flirt with one of the students. Though nothing too vulgar, lest he would incur the wrath of the bi-colored man again.

He was finally free when the bell rang. Valerie had to pull him aside and gave a small warning for the next class.

"Please behave. Professor Trein is awfully strict, and I don't think he'll appreciate your humor." Amane wanted to protest, but the look she gave was enough to make him reconsider his words.

"Fine, I'll tone down my charms here too."

Looks like he’s seeing DILF again

Turns out, it was a good thing he did. The entire lesson was boring, and some students were nodding off. Ace got bored and decided to entertain himself with Lisha, while was Deuce truly focused on the lesson.

Valerie kept herself awake by having a small staring competition with Lucius. The cat's eyes were the perfect thing to keep her awake. A light snore disrupted her concentration from Lucius and glanced beside her.

Amane is already fast asleep and using a sleeping Grim as a pillow. The sight made her smile. But it didn't last long, as a large book slammed onto the table, waking everyone up.

"Gh-Huh!... Wha?" Amane rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, found himself being stared down by the elderly professor and his cat.

"Mr. Mania, I see you haven’t changed. Just because you are a guest doesn’t mean I will tolerate sleeping, so I expect proper respect from a guest." "Meow."

With that, he turned away and carried on with the lesson. Amane sunk low on his seat with a troubled look on his face. He is never pissing off that guy again.

Amane stretched himself on the patch of grass he and Lisha laid on. He was getting a kick out of seeing Valerie beating half of the boys in P.E. He cheered her on each exercise and laughed out loud at how some boys can't keep up with her. Namely Grim.

"Oi! Quit laughing!" The monster huffed as he tried and failed to do another push-up.

"Maybe if you'd stop using Valerie as carriage and start using those fat legs of yours, you wouldn't have much of a problem doing this." Ace snickered, having a much easier time than Grim. A whistle blew in the air.

"Alright! That's enough for today! You're all dismissed!"

Grim collapsed and panted heavily. Lisha hopped over to him and poked his fat tummy. The former tried to swat her way but was too tired to do so. Valerie shook her head and picked up her baby.

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"Yes! Finally lunch! Onward Henchwoman, you have to keep your promise to me!" Grim commanded, tugging the ends of her pink bow, steering her to the selection. Lisha was perched on her shoulder, preening her wings.

"Yes, yes." She casually said, maneuvering through bodies of students while keeping pace with her friends.

"Damn, I kind of miss this." Amane had to give the school credit for having such widespread choices.

"Oh, Valerie, take this stuffed crab! And this cordon bleu! And the lamb curry! And...and..." Grim kept on pointing at dishes and ordering Valerie to grab as much as possible. But she didn't mind, the food is food. She also took the liberty to take a chicken alfredo, salisbury steak, fruit milk, and tons of cinnamon rolls.

"Damn, that's a lot. You sure you can pay Sugar tits?" Amane probe, examining her tray filled to the brim with food Grim picked. On Amane's plate are a garden salad, croutons, and water.

"Sure, I can! I think." She muttered the last part, but he heard it. Amane pursed his lips, watching her fumble with her wallet. Before going stiff upon noticing what she had left. He sighed and went in front of her.

"I'd like to pay for mine and this girl's lunch." This action stunned her.

"B-But...T-This i-is unce-" She tried to protest, but he placed his finger on her lips.

"Hush Sugar tits. Think of this as a payment on what you spent on me during my recovery period."

Oh yeah, he ran her wallet dry with his expensive tastes. After paying, they saw Epel waving his hand and their way over. The boys did their best to stay calm, but the way Amane watched them with mischief in his eyes was hard.

"Haha! Thanks for the food!" Grim said as he happily devoured the food.

"So, how your day so far, Amane?" Valerie questioned as she gave small pieces of chicken to Lisha.

"Pretty good. Despite the fact, I was bound, hung upside down, and got slightly traumatized."

"That's all the students in Night Raven experienced." A new voice interjected. Next to their table stood Cater along with Trey and Riddle.

"Dorm leader Rosehearts! And Cater and Trey. Good afternoon." Deuce greeted his seniors.

"What's up?" Ace asked.

"I heard from the students that a man has been joining Valerie in her classes and has been an inconvenience to the teachers," Riddle replied, giving Amane a hard stare.

"Also, we just came to meet our guest of the day~" Cater airily added.

"Well, he's right here hot stuff~" Amane flirted. He thanked the Great 7 for making these schoolboys hot. Cater smiled in his direction.

"So you're the guy everyone's been talking about. Let's take a quick selfie you're joining too, Valerie." Cater threw his arm around him and pulled in Valerie too. He took his phone and snapped the pic.

"Hey! I didn't even prepare!" Amane complained. But Cater laughed.

"Relax, you look great. Especially you Vally~" Cater bopped her in the nose. She giggled at the action.

"What's your name? I need to tag you." He asked as he typed on his phone.

"The name's Amane Mania. What about you cuties~" He ended with a wink.

"I'm Riddle Rosehearts, dorm leader Heartslabyul." The young man proudly answered. Amane scrutinized him. His whole appearance is the perfect combination of handsome and adorable.

"I'm Trey Clover, the vice-dorm leader." Amane let out a low whistle as he ogled Trey.

"Hello, daddy~" Amane puckered lips and winked.

Trey let out a nervous laugh. "Nice to meet you too."

"Hey~ Don't forget about me. I'm Cater Diamond. Hey, look how many likes you got on MagiCam."

He showed them the pic. Cater had his signature smile and peace sign. Amane didn't smile, but he looked like one of those male models in magazines. Valerie looked like a deer in headlights with her lips forming a small o shape. They were getting approximately a hundred likes a second.

Amane hummed as he admired the picture. "Not bad, not bad. You should have pulled off something cuter, Val."

"She's always cute." Deuce blurted.

... ... ...

Deuce's face burned bright red once the words sank in and covered his face. Ace burst out in laughter, patting Deuce on the back. Epel tried to comfort Deuce but to no avail. Jack and Sebek merely shook their heads for their friend's mistake.

"Aww, thank you, Deuce. You're so sweet, and you're cute too." She sent him a closed-eyed smile.

Unaware of Ace's abrupt stop of his laughter or the irritated looks the rest of the boys are sending to Deuce. Amane, however, found it amusing.

Riddle cleared his throat to regain their attention. "Back to the main topic." He cast his eyes towards Amane.

"Even though you are a guest, you must conduct yourself and NOT create unsolicited trouble for anyone." He emphasized the last part, eyeing at ADeuce and Grim, who looked away from his gaze. Amane waved his hand dismissively.

"Yeah yeah, whatever you say, cherry boy."

Ace choked on his drink and covered his mouth to suppress his laughter. Jack's eyes widen in disbelief, while Deuce, Epel, and Sebek just looked confused.

"Cherry... boy?" Epel repeated. Valerie and Grim were just as confused. But, Lisha just shook her head.

"Is it because his hair is the same color as a cherry?" Grim mused, Valerie shrugged.

"Could be."

Meanwhile, the boy in question frowned. Confused about the nickname and oblivious to the true meaning behind. However, the two seniors froze and stared at Amane slack-jawed. After a few moments of awkward silence, Trey let out another nervous laugh.

"Anyway, we should probably go and let you guys finish your lunch," Trey remarked.

"What's a cherry boy?" Riddle asked.

"Let's go, Riddle!" Trey exclaimed. Harshly tugging on his dorm leader's hand, Riddle stumbled from Trey's rushed steps with Cater not far behind. Failing to hold back his laughter. Valerie watched in confusion as her seniors retreated back to their table.

What was that about?

A loud banging interrupted her train of thought and turned her attention back to her friends.

Ace was booming with laughter, repeatedly banged his fist on the table, earning stares from the other students. Jack was furiously rubbing his temples, trying to fight back the blooming headache he was getting. While the other three just sat there, still confused.

"HHAHAHAHA! Oh, Great 7 that was too good!" Ace let out guffaws of laughter, leaning against the table.

"I can't believe you said that," Jack grumbled. Amane just stuck his tongue at him.

"I still don't get it," Deuce commented.

"Well, I'll gladly explain-ACK!" Amane offered but was cut-off by Lisha's brutal pecks and swipes of her tiny talons.

Deuce winced at the sight. Maybe he should have kept his mouth shut.

"Oww! Hey! Quit that!" She didn't. Lisha has been with Amane long enough to endure his vulgar jokes to the point that they don't affect her. But she refuses to have the innocent corrupted too early. Especially Valerie.

Ace was calming down from his laughing fit and snickered at the sight of Amane being tortured by a tiny bird. Ah, revenge comes in unexpected ways.

Sebek voiced his exact thoughts. "Hmph. Serves him right for being so debouched." Folding his arms and casting a disapproving look at the hetero male.

"Should we do something?" Epel asked. As much as he enjoys Amane's pain, he had to pity him. His grandfather was attacked by a flock of owls when he was younger, and he still has faint scars from the incident.

"I'm pretty sure Valerie's got this under control," Jack replied, and he was right.

The opal-eyed girl managed to catch the small owl when she too busy tugging on Amane's hair. Lisha hooted a protest, but it died down once Valerie rubbed her head.

"Good girl, stay calm." Once Lisha was calm, she went back to her discarded chicken pieces.

Once they finished lunch, they were headed to class when they were stopped by Professor Crewel. After giving Amane a warning glare, he asked Valerie to pick up a few magnolia petals from the botanical garden due to a student accidentally using too much.

"Of course. Honestly, I prefer favors from you than from the crow." She admitted. The man gave a deep chuckle.

"Careful pup, last time when Crowley walked into a conversation like this, he sulked for a week." He warned, but there was a smirk on his face.

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petal-dancer28 · 4 years

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day 24 and 25: I unfortunately never got into the cards so I don’t own any.

Buuuut I mainly got into the ships, and I have alot of ships.

So I’ve watched the dub of DM and I was a peachshipper and revolutionshipper growing up. They stuck with me the most as a child. Seeing the deleted scenes of Téa trying to figure out her feelings for Yugi and Yami really infuriated me. I still do not understand why 4KIDS was deathly afraid of building characterization for these characters. When I revisited this series through YGOTAS, thiefshipping is intriguing. Personally I see Yami and Yugi more as brothers rather than a pairing, but I felt a similar with Prideshipping but now it grew on me.I will admit that some of the puzzleshipping art is really cute. Encourageshipping was a ship I never knew I was apart of until I found the name for it about a year or so ago lmao.

I haven’t watched GX but Spirit/soulshipping looks really cute, and I’m a sucker for Fiancéshipping ngl.

I’m currently binging 5ds and I am an absolute SAP for Faithshipping. The tension in season one from these two was the reason I fell in love with these two. The sheer fact that he not only helped her, he told her that he needed her. (Martha did embarrass him in front of Aki’s father because even she knew that he fell hard for her). That’s what really sold it for me. Aki’s arc of getting her D-wheel license, y’know.. the roller skating scene. I justed want more. I’m dissapointed how she was casted aside after the dark signers arc. It felt like unresolved tension between these two. Jack and Carly was also a pairing I fell in love with, he practically confesses to her at the end of their duel! I really hate how they treated Carly’s character development at the end of the dark signers arc.

Zexal, there wasn’t a lot that I remember but I really did like Skyshipping! I know it feels clichéd and forced at times, but the last episode she did confess and well he didn’t give any indication of rejection. Keyshipping feels alot like puzzleshipping, but keyshippers do make good arguments with the screencaps and meanings portrayed in the show.

I haven’t watched alot of ARC-V but I’m a sucker for fruitshipping, and their counterparts being shipped together. Rin and Yugo? Absolute cuties. Yuto and ruri? Blushy dorks, I love them. Serena and Yuri? Power-hungry couple that (fights on the same side) together stays together.

I haven’t watched VRAINS or Sevens, so I can’t say!

@ygotober2020

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janusthesneakysnakeboi · 5 years

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Moments from the new Sanders ASides video that had me screaming (or really, me screaming about the new video)

“RAIIIIID”

*Raid Thomas sounding like Roman/Remus*

“You bet your shiny metal AX”

“MASCULINITY IS A PRISON”

“Why do I pay for a membership if I still gotta watch the ads?”

THE FACT THAT THEY ALL ARE WEARING ONESIES EXCEPT THOMAS AND LOGAN BECAUSE LOGAN IS SERIOUS BOI AND THOMAS WELL,,, IS THOMAS

Also ROMAN CANONICALLY HAS LEGS***

ROMAN HAS ALL THE PILLOWS

VIRGIL IS SITTING ON A SURFACE THAT ISN’T MEANT TO BE SAT ON BUT IS SO RELATABLE BECAUSE I DO THAT EXACT THING WHAT

“Unless our problem is a hungry alligator-” “A remote possibility for a Florida dwelling man who never leaves his house”

Roman rigging the votes so it’s just Frozen and Patton is okay with that (WAIT BUT WHY IS PATTON CHILL (pun not intended) WITH IT???)

LOGAN HAD A CASUAL FALSEHOOD????

WAIT WHAT DID THE SIDES VOTE FOR??

“Thomas is in a bad place-” *camera pans to VIRGIL*

Roman calling Thomas a special snowflake

“Something good” *Frozen shows* “,,, or neutral”

“And from this point on, NO MORE NORDIC INSPIRED NUMBERS”

Virgil keep going back to the actual problem while Roman and Patton just like 90% forget the problem and Logan talks to and tries to calm Virgil

“I ALSO LOVE YOU OLAF”

“Cuties, I’m gonna keep you” “Ah you’re joking right? No you’re mine now”

“The heart is not so easily changed” “No it isn’t” *confused Patton noises*

“But, the head can be persuaded” “Can it though?” THAT SHADE AT LOGAN HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK

“Fear will be your enemy” *gay emo panic*

“So you’re saying lock her away because she’s dangerous” GOING BACK TO VIRGIL??? UH????

“JOAN!!!” They definitely wrote that line

Virgil’s mini existential crisis

Remus just yeeted up from behind the couch shirtless oh god was he jacking off to Frozen wtf

REMUS GETTING SO EXCITED ABOUT THE PARENTS DYING IS HONESTLY SO PURE EVEN THOUGH IT’S NOT AT ALL

“I SLEEP IN THE B U F F”

“Did I screw everything up?” “No I threw out your vote so you wouldn’t do that” ROMAN WHAT

Roman: *calls Frozen a Classic* Also Roman: *Makes fun of the entire movie and demands a rewrite*

“How are you telling me to settle into something right now when you’ve taken your sweet time to settle into things that you were uncomfortable with in the past” THAT SHADE!! THAT TEA!! I WANT TO KNOW MORE ABOUT THESE *THINGS* PLEASE????

Patton: Let’s relax!! :) Virgil: Bruh I legit AM Anxiety that’s not in my job description

“How many times has our response to a difficult decision been half committing to one option and subsequently panicking about whether that option is our best option until it’s too late for Thomas to change his mind?” “7,430″ MOOD

“Why have a ballroom with no balls?” *Trash boi snickers at the dick joke that wasn’t there until then* "Nope, I’m an adult” (me me big boy-)

ROMAN’S IMPERSONATION OF HIS “EVIL PLOTTING FACE” HAS BE DEAD ON THE FLOOR

“AW MAN YEAH I’M LIKE SO FUCKED UP ON CHOCOLATE FONDUE I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT I’M SAYING RIGHT NOW” *Patton looks over, concerned* *Virgil looks over, annoyed* *Thomas glances over, lowkey amused* *Logan doesn’t even look at him and just grabs his tea*

NO TURN OFF LOVE IS AN OPEN DOOR IT’S MAKING PATTON SAD (ALSO IS HIS CONNECTION PROJECTING? AND IS ROMAN’S RESPONSE A L S O ACCURATE?)

“There’s no way she’s coming out of this situation without trust issues” honestly though yeah

“Not a footprint to be seen” “Except for the footprints behind you” “hEy YeAh” KEEP IT UP LOGAN YOU’RE DOING GREAT SWEETIE

Virgil: *Serious comment* Patton: “Don’t let them in, don’t let them see...” (did he sing the rest of the song or did he specifically choose these lines because if it’s the second one THAT CAN BE A WHOLE LOT OF ANGST AND I’M HERE FOR IT)

Logan canonically criticizes the movie at movie nights

ALSO GUYS THE VIDEO CAME OUT ON A FRIDAY SO FRIDAY NIGHT MOVIE NIGHTS ARE CANON

“Do you think this ice castle has a lavatory?” “ICE TOILET” “Or a bed?” “ICE BED” “This place sounds awful”

“HE DEFINITELY FUCKS THE REINDEER” “ew”

“You meddled with the vote to ensure that we would watch this and yet you’re the one constantly making fun of it” FACTS LOGAN

“This [^] is how I show my love” WAIT A MINUTE *Looks back at the entire series* HE MADE FUN OF VIRGIL SO MUCH SO WAIT PRINXIETY??? LAMP?? DR LAMP?? (is that the ship name because that’s this video basically*

Nobody: Not a soul: Roman: OLAF’S CONTRIBUTION SHOULD HAVE COUNTED AND SAVED HER

“Like... bruh” mood

“Take care of my sister” “You’ve already done a good job of that yourself Elsa” *hood falls off*

“Ah, we’re all gossipy bitches sometimes” “nO-” (also Roman channeled so much Remy energy right there headcanon they hang out all the time change my mind)

“Oh sweet Frank Iero” I’m using that now

“Just think about it” “LIKE I HAVE A CHOICE”

“Attacking a person for opinions they don’t have doesn’t really do anybody any good” Me: BECAUSE IT DOESN’T WORK!! AYYY YOU LISTENED TO AND ARE REFERENCING LOGAN IN LAST EPISODE??? OR AM I JUST TRASH??

“Oh yeah like me kissing a man is unacceptable?” What a power move though

“AAAAALSJDFOAGHOKLNOIATYRGH” Mood

Ok but also like Virgil basically rapped like that rapid talking was as fast as a bunch of rappers and even faster than some

Logan using the grounding method that my therapist suggested gave me life

Most of Virgil’s grounding answers were existential and oof

“A sour taste in my mouth probably left over from those reheated thai noodle leftovers” *Confused faces*

“FIGURATIVELY” *DWIT has entered the chat*

“Thank you Logan” “No problem, just your cool teacher being his cool self” *sips tea* Felt that. Also I have a new reaction image now XD

“Take it from Frozen’s most inspirational song” Let it Go? “Fixer Upper” Oh but ya know what valid

“Throw a little love their way” Virgil *confused smile?? I think that’s what that is??*

“Elsa, we the villagers have thought it over and with no discussion whatsoever we’ve decided we’re not scared anymore and ice magic is actually cool as hell!!” YEAH WAIT A MINUTE OMG

Logan: *Lists all of Elsa’s powers, reading from a notebook (meaning he took notes while watching the movie which is so in character omg) and implying that there is no way any of that makes sense* Patton: Sounds okay that makes sense

“With Elsa’s seemingly unstoppable “ice powers” I’d imagine Arendelle becomes a global superpower. No military force of that time could ever stand a chance against her never ending army of ice golems”

Nobody: Not a soul: Patton: “True love is a closed door that is eventually opened up to you!”

“What if your soulmate was there” “OH SHIT” I love Roman that was all it took huh

*Deceit has entered the chat* “HISS”

“Don’t touch my shit”

I wish we got to see Deceit’s face there but I get it we couldn’t see him without his hat (except for in the bloopers videos but those don’t count) (Also they probably just didn’t wanna do the makeup for him because it’s a lot and it might’ve been a split second decision and someone else might’ve played him with Thomas just voice recording over it especially considering there’s overlap so they wouldn’t have just been able to split screen it)

“I was gonna rig the vote anyway”

“I don’t know what you’re asking”

Roman is the source of SFW fanfic and Remus is the source of NSFW fanfic and Virgil is the source of angsty fanfic

“I’m going to bed. IN THE B U F F”

THE NEW SWEATERS IM BROKE SO IF SOMEONE WANTS TO GET ME ALL OF THEM (at least just Virgil’s even though I love like all of them)

WAIT THERE’S SCARVES TOO OMG I ALSO WANT ALL OF THEM (or at least,,, nope all of them)

“We were trying to make a slightly simpler video” Video: *is longer than most of season 1′s episodes* *has full body shots of almost all the characters* *has like 5 way split scenes* *uses every side*

WAIT LOGAN BROUGHT BACK OUT HIS ONESIE I LOVE HIM and he’s still got his necktie on just underneath it amazing

This video was just LAMP and potentially DLAMP and maybe DR LAMP if that’s the ship name. There were also a bunch of really good Prinxiety, Royality, Analogical, and Roceit moments in this one so I’m expecting fanfic hella soon

Also as of right now (I finished writing this at like 4am ET) we are still #1 on trending on Tumblr

***We never see Remus’s legs in the video so my theory of there is only one set of legs for the creativitwins still stands and is valid

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sireswhore · 4 years

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Blind

Requested? Yes! “really angsty arguement with Scott, tears falling down your face, anger and fear and confusion running through both of your veins, extremely fluffy ending.”

Summary: Y/n and Scott don’t know they have feelings for each other, y/n struggles to get the hint, and it all goes downhill when she finds another guy while Scott gets in his feels.

Warnings; angst, language, drinking

“Hey, I got you your favorite...candy corn!” Scott lied, knowing you hated it with every fiber of your being.

“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” you joked.

He revealed your actual favorite candy from behind him with a ‘tada!’ and a cheesy smile.

“That’s more like it Sire,” you snatched it from him playfully while he plopped on the couch beside you.

You and Scott are joined at the hip, ever since you first met you’ve had such an amazing bond. From venting to each other on late nights to laughing at inside jokes and hyping each other up for anything. You guys tell each other things that no one else knows about yourselves, but what neither of you knew is that you both had massive feelings for each other.

You were super oblivious and tried your best to push your feelings aside because you felt like there was no point in waiting around for something that’d probably never happen anyway.

Which brings us here, where you’re on your way to Jack’s place for dinner. Clichély enough, you met him at a coffee shop, where the barista accidentally gave you his order, and he yours. You both laughed at the misunderstanding and hit it off from there with a number exchange of course.

You really liked this guy, the both of you were texting each other nonstop for the past week. Talking about things like pet peeves and arguing over whether or not pineapple should be on pizza.

Jack was nice. Nice enough to be the cause of those butterflies in your stomach every time you thought of him.

He invited you over earlier today on such late notice, but you didn’t mind anyway since you didn’t have anything planned.

So there you were. At the front of his door sending an ‘I’m here’ text, expecting him to open any second.

“Hey cutie,” Jack smiled after the door opened wide, inviting you in.

“Hey you,” you winked, going in for a hug, feeling nice in his snug embrace.

You walked in and you spotted a table for two in the distance, “Wow... you did all this? That’s so sweet,” you smiled up at him.

“Oh, this old thing?” he chuckled and pulled out a single red rose making you gush.

“Oh my gosh it’s so pretty,” you pouted, feeling enamored. It was all so sweet. Isn’t he a dream?

“I know, just like you...” he winked, kissing the back of your hand, making it hard for you not to completely melt right on the spot.

You blushed and said “Thank you” before he leads you to your seat.

After the two of you spent your time talking and dining, you made it to snuggling next to him on his couch while he put on a cute movie for the two.

You hadn’t realized that he has had a little bit too much to drink when you noticed his breath reeked of alcohol and his hands were moving down south a little too quick for your liking, causing you to back away a little bit.

By the way Jack looked at you, you’re guessing that he didn’t quite like that. Now your heartbeat picked up the pace a bit, quickly wondering what’d happen now.

“Um maybe we should wait, I don’t think I’m ready yet,” you chuckled nervously, your hand over his, peeling it off of you slowly.

He sucked his teeth, “I knew it,” he said lowly.

“Excuse me?”

“Y-you led me on, such a tease. I should have seen it coming,” he spat, slurring his words a bit.

Now it hit you like a ton of bricks, you realized exactly what his intentions were, it only took alcohol to reveal his true colors. Wow people, they are disguised...

At that point, you swore you felt your heart crack, of course, it was too good to be true. You cursed yourself for being so gullible.

Jack ran fingers through his hair forcefully before getting up and knocking down one of his trophies out of anger.

You tried to grab his shoulders to calm him down, “Hey-“

“DON’T TOUCH ME YOU BITCH!” he yelled, pushing you, causing you to stumble back a bit.

You let out a small gasp, and there was a look of regret on his face immediately right after he realized what he had just done. He tried to appease you, but it was already too late.

You let yourself out and slammed the door, quickly making it to your car and hitting the gas. Not wanting to spend another second with him.

After you made it about a mile away, stopping at a random parking space to let everything sink in. Your eyes welled up in tears while you let out a broken sob.

‘How could I be so stupid,’ you blamed yourself.

But truthfully you weren’t the one to blame, you had no idea of what was going to come.

After sitting in your car alone for a while, with only the sounds of the cars passing by, you were in the mood for Scott’s company.

You knew he would be the one to make you feel better after everything. You decided to give him a call despite how distant you’ve been for the past few days when you were busy talking to Jack. You were sure he’d understand and welcome you with open arms.

“Heyyy wassup shorty? You busy tonight?” You teased over the phone.

“Heeeey I‘m not.... ‘m not..... hic.... ssshort... m’tallerthanyouu,” Scott hiccuped.

For a split second, your heart sank hearing the sound of his voice. He’s drunk. And you know for a fact that this doesn’t mean anything good.

You knew that there had to be something that happened for him to all of a sudden get wasted.

“Hey is it okay if I stop by? I kinda had a rough night, and I miss yo-“

“Yesh c’mere... m’feelin’ lonely...,” he slurred.

‘Oh boy.....’ you laid a hand on your forehead.

“Alright, I’ll be there soon okay?” You said.

“M’kay,” he replied before hanging up.

You wondered what you were going to be walking into.

Turns out that it wasn’t much after all.

Reaching the front of his door, you grab the spare key under his mat and let yourself in.

“Scott? Are you okay?” You try and grab his attention because it seemed like he didn’t notice when you came in.

You found Scott fast asleep in the living room on the sofa with a half-empty glass of hard liquor on the coffee table.

You sighed in disappointment knowing that you were exactly right. Now you just wanted to know the reason.

Yawning in obvious exhaustion from today’s strains, you thought it was best if you got some rest and let everything unfold in the morning.

You crashed on the empty spot beside him and let slumber consume your body…

——

“Y/n?? What are you doing here?” Scott asks in his groggy voice from just waking up, he lightly nudges you with his elbow to get you to wake up.

“Hm?” You squint trying to make sense of what's going on, you’re barely awake.

“When did you get here stupid?” He chuckled.

“Last night… I got here last night,” your eyes start to flutter open.

“Care to fill me in?” He clears his throat.

“You don’t remember me calling saying that I was coming over because you got wasted, you passed out on the couch when I got here,” you explained.

Scott went pale.

“No I wasn’t, I was just tired so I crashed here,” he lied.

“You’re a terrible liar you know,” you stated, Scott shrugged, not budging one bit.

“If you weren’t drunk then why is that a glass of unfinished Jameson right there and you passed out on the couch instead of sleeping in a bed like a regular person? You can’t sit here and tell me that you weren’t drunk when you can’t even remember the details of last night,” you argued.

“Cut the bullshit, why-“

“BECAUSE I HAVE FEELINGS FOR YOU!,” he cried out, cutting you off. Your impressive interrogation made him crack.

You froze in absolute shock, obviously, you didn’t expect this answer at all.

“and the reason I drank was to get the pain away but now the pain is worse than before knowing that someone else beat me to you... he’s lucky to have someone like you,” Scott says lowly, referring to Jack.

You were speechless, you can’t believe what you’re hearing. You don’t know whether to jump for joy or go up in flames.

“Well if it makes this any better, Jack turned out to be a piece of shit and I came here to be with you,” you murmured.

“Is that why you were crying?” you gave him a confused look when his thumb grazed over your cheek. You totally forgot you ruined your mascara while you cried in your car.

“I swear that little shit-“ Scott started, his anger started to set in as he stood up.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You chased.

“ARE YOU KIDDING?” He laughs intensely, “You can’t be THAT oblivious,” he runs his fingers through his hair.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you holler.

“If I had a fucking dollar for every time I hinted at you, we would be sitting in a different house right now,” Scott stated.

“You’re the person who makes me smile even on my worst days. Your laugh is contagious, and sometimes I can’t help but get lost in your eyes. How can I not think about you all the time?” Scott took a deep breath.

You felt your stomach drop. Countless thoughts raced through your mind but you were still unable to form an actual coherent sentence.

“You’re the only reason I bother to get up in the fucking morning, y/n. Every waking moment I know that you aren’t already mine physically hurts me.”

“I-“ you tried to get a word in only to get cut off by the sound of his voice.

“And you don’t fucking see it! Of course you wouldn’t when you spend your time talking to piece of shit guys like Jack. And then when they do what they do best, you come to me for consolation. And I willingly do that for you with nothing but a smile on my face when underneath that demeanor I'm honestly hurting. I'm wishing how I could be good enough for you, I want to be the reason why you don’t cry,” he ran on.

You couldn’t even protest, you knew everything he said was true.

“How could you be so blind? Maybe if you took two seconds to pull your head out of the sand you’d see that what you’ve been looking for was right in front of you,” he breathed.

“What do they have that I don-“ you cut him off this time.

“Would you shut up and listen to me for two seconds?!?” Scott immediately froze, not wanting to get in your way.

“You are everything I could ever ask for. For fuck’s sake Scott! I want to be more than friends but I always pushed the thought of you being into me away because the thought of losing you scares me. I thought I’d never get a chance,” you finished off.

“Please don’t give me false hope, I’m not a child y/n”

You approached him with a gleam in your eyes.

“How's this for false hope?” you said walking up to him, going on your tiptoes to kiss him. He placed his palm on the side of your face, cupping your cheek whilst deepening the kiss. He pressed your waist against him with the other hand.

You broke the kiss only to give him a couple more pecks while he smiled.

“I know you’re not a child but does this mean you’re my baby?”

#scotty sire #scott sire #vlog squad #fanfic #angst #i hope this is alright!#fan fiction #angst with a happy ending

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hippychick006 · 5 years

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15.11: The Gamblers - Episode Review/Recap

This ep follows directly on from last week. The episode was very mixed, there were 2 distinct storylines that merged at the end. I had a few issues with the Castiel/Jack side of the story, which I’ll cover later, but the Sam and Dean scenes, for the most part, I was able to enjoy. I even caught myself smiling… fucking smiling at several moments, because this? This was a glimpse of what my show once was. This also explains to the “Just stop watching” brigade why I’m still watching. The brother scenes were a nugget of gold amongst the dross and worth watching for.

Thank you, Davey Perez, Meredith Glynn and Director Charles Beeson for reminding me, albeit briefly, why I fell in love with this show, and at the same time, why I dislike much of Dabb’s run, which in my humble opinion hasn’t just veered the ship slightly off course; it crashed into an iceberg in 11.21 and has been slowly sinking since then. I think last week’s episode brought us to the point where half the ship is now vertical, ready to plunge into the depths of the icy ocean...

...Anyway, enough about sinking ships, the key thing I struggled with going into this episode is the obvious fuck up from the previous week; the entire premise of the Winchester’s losing their “luck” and being reduced to “normal” people, and I want to talk rant about that for a few more minutes before we get onto this episode. If you want to skip that, I’ll put start and end of rant, so you can skip forward.

Start of rant

In order to enjoy this episode, you pretty much have to ignore much of the previous episode and… that doesn’t sit well with me. Last week wasn’t just a single scene you can forget ever existed (e.g. the trench-coat scene or Dean’s apology to Cass). What Dabb did fucked with the entire concept of the show; that the Winchesters are ordinary people who do extraordinary things. So, it’s really difficult to shake that epic fuck up off and just move on.

I just can’t ever buy in to the concept that the Winchesters were “favoured” or have more luck than “normal” people. I mean look at Sam’s life for starters; he didn’t know his mom, he was fed demon blood as a baby, was dragged up in a life he hated, constantly moving, being brought up in crappy motels and forced to train to become a hunter. The love of his life is murdered, and he becomes an orphan at 22. He died at 23 (for the first time) and then he loses the last remaining member of his family at 24. The Winchesters are far from “lucky” and if I could be bothered, I’d go looking for mentions of “with the Winchester luck” that have been peppered throughout the series. Chuck has not “favoured” the Winchesters at all and they haven’t had Charmed lives because of Chuck’s interference.

I also can’t buy into the concept that the Winchesters are anything other than “normal” in the first place. Sadly, they showed last weeks “fight” scenes during the recap and it did nothing, other than enrage me again. Sam and Dean are excellent fighters and hunters because they trained from a young age to be as good as they are. They weren’t “given” anything and certainty not a free ride and fuck Dabb once again for writing that bullshit. It was nothing less than petty because we rejected his instant Hunter!Barbie fiasco that wasted too much of season 13.

So, how do I move forward from that and manage to enjoy this episode? The answer in my opinion, is you can’t, because even with a few good brother moments, the entire premise of this week’s episode fails to make sense, because the previous episode fails to make sense. I’ll cover why that is when we get to the pool game.

End Rant

The episode opens on a recap, and I ask myself why they are using all the bad bits from the previous few episodes, before I remember there weren’t many good bits to select from. That clip of Jensen with the teeth is still funny. 😂

I love the intro again this week. The setting was good, the guest actors, the camerawork, the music choice – North to Alaska - which complimented the scene, rather than felt like nails being dragged down a chalkboard. All classic spn so far, so it has my attention.

Two men (Joey and Leonard) are playing a game of pool and you can tell this is a high stakes game from the get go. What the stakes are, we don’t yet know, but when the game ends, we see 2 coins being held in a contraption above the pool table; one glows green then dulls with the coin head disappearing, the other glows green and gets brighter with the coin head gaining in definition. I don’t think this looks good for the loser. He agrees and tries to attack the winner with his pool cue. He’s stopped from doing so by a bouncer who turfs him outside. 👋 cutie tall bouncer. There’s an absolutely great shot of the loser tossing his coin in the air and the music gets loud again (Hey, I’m here as much for the settings, lighting, music and camerawork as I’m here for the Winchesters – sue me) and then…. Splat. He’s hit by a truck. Poor Leonard, red shirt of the episode. RIP my friend.

As an aside, I like how you guys announce which pocket the 8 ball is going into, we don’t do that.

This was a great into, interesting premise that immediately sucked me in, wanting to find out more. This is my show. Great job so far.

The next scene though shows once again how useless, at least for me, the writing is around Castiel. They wrote an entire scene with him walking into the bunker, seeing a note that has been left, going down to read it “Cass, we’ve gone to Alaska, Sam”. I’m not going to rant about the twats that insist on saying Sam has spelt it wrong, I’ve already done a post about the arrogance of fans trying to tell the show that created the character that they are wrong with the spelling of that character, so I’ll save you by moving on.

This entire scene, while I liked the shots of the otherwise empty bunker, was just wasting time for me. I’ve seen people say Sam left a note because Castiel was in heaven and wouldn’t get a text message and how clever of Sam to resort to paper. I don’t know about anyone else, but I dip in and out of WiFi zones all the time and the moment I dip back in, my phone pings with multiple notifications, so I personally thought this scene was dumb. It would have been better to see Castiel appear back at the sandpit and get a text notification from Sam with the same message.

Even better, you could take this scene away and it changes nothing that happens so why include it? *Whispers* J2 wanted time off and the writers are incompetent of filling that space with something more interesting so use “filler”.

Interestingly, my computer froze on Castiel’s face for 5 minutes so fuck you Norton or Windows 10 Update for your bad timing in running something in the “background”

BROMENT ALERT

We’re finally with what I’m watching the show for. Dean and Sam are in baby and driving towards Alaska. Sam’s phone is lighting up with messages and we find out through Dean that it’s Eileen. 🙄. Oh, Eileen’s being shoved into the narrative now? Sorry Eileen, the third wheel position on the show has already been filled since Season 7. And fuck you again Dabb because I loved Eileen as a friend of Sam and it’s just yet another thing your reverse Midas fingers have screwed over this season.

Dean: Silent mode is always an option

Me: I love you, have my babies… wait, that came out wrong

Eileen thinks the plan is a little too good to be true. Sam thinks she might be right. He’s not convinced the place even exists or that it can fix their problem. Dean thinks it couldn’t hurt and he’s done with normal, including the constant heartburn.

Sam: You know if you changed your diet…. Dean’s frown 😂

Sam insists that no one other than Garth has heard of it and it isn’t in the lore. Dean believes it’s got to be there. He believes Chuck isn’t messing with them,

Dean: He [Chuck] wants us off our game, he wants us weak, ‘cos he’s coming for us Sammy, and when he does, and we haven’t figured this out, we’re DOA.

Mostly a great brother scene, apart from the forced insertion of Eileen – are we incapable of getting a broment in the final chuck damn season, without the completely unnecessary forced inclusion of a third party???! The scene ends with a great shot of baby.

Back at the bunker and Castiel hears a phone ringing, and… I’m trying not to nitpick, but the way this case comes about just annoys me. There are better ways of bringing this about, than how they did it. But moving on, Castiel answers a random phone that was ringing in Sam’s room, and it’s a sheriff (Jeb Evans) looking for FBI agent, Watts. Castiel tells the sheriff that Agent Watts is working a case in Alaska, and that he is Agent… Lizzo. I can only assume Dean gave him that alias as I don’t think Castiel would know any musicians on his own. I like Jeb, who tells Agent Lizzo, they have a homicide and the suspect is someone Agent Watts flagged into the system… and guys… Sam is back to hacking into police systems and I just… I need a moment here as they’ve remembered Sam can hack into systems!

The agent tells Castiel that the suspect is Jack Kline.

Ummm… Castiel, are you... okay? Do you… do you maybe need to use the bathroom? Oh, you’re emoting? Okay dokay then. I can’t with this. I got more out of Leo in the less than 2 minutes he was on screen than I got out of Castiel since his return in season 7.

Back with the impala, which rolls into a diner stop. Sam is asleep, and Dean whacks him to wake him up. Sam wonders why they’ve stopped at “Round up café”. Dean says it’s the last stop for food for a few hundred miles.

Sam (frowns): Grab something out of the cooler

Dean: Yeah, no, I polished off the last of the sandwiches while you were out

Sam (annoyed): We’re on a budget!

Me (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍

Last weeks puppy dog eyes fiasco aside, Dean’s still wrapped round Sam’s fingers, they enter the diner, slap some coins on the counter and ask what they can get for $4.60. Apparently, it’s a slice of pie and a coffee, and I’m moving to Alaska when they secede from the US because that would barely get you just the coffee here.

Dean asks for two forks for the pie

Me (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍

Long story short on this scene, they get out of the waitress there’s a local urban legend about a magic poolhall in the middle of nowhere, that if you win, you come back lucky. She says though that no one ever comes back. Turns out she knew Leonard from the intro, and he went up there because the bank was going to take his house and he met with an accident.

Sam says at least they know now what the downside is. Dean doesn’t agree, he thinks it could be great, pool is the game of champions, kings, his game, our game, and they have great memories of hustling pool

Sam: yes, because we had to… to eat!

Still not seeing the “luck” Dabb wrote about. Imagine thinking they were remotely lucky; running scams or hustling pool to put a roof over their head or food in their stomach. And this is where I disconnect with this week’s episode, because of last week’s writing. How are they going to even be good at pool, a game that takes practice and skill? The things taken away seem to be random and plot devices; lock picking, fighting, hot metal burns, while it appears Dean can still drive okay, fix baby and I’m guessing their pool is going to be okay too, otherwise what’s the point of this episode? There’s no believable rules to this “bad luck/normal” and I’m left completely drifting and because of it. It's just badly thought out and executed.

Dean: if pool is the way we get our mojo back then maybe we ain’t as screwed as we thought

Waitress: Hey, you guys drive an impala?... I think you guys have a flat.

😂

Back with Cass and sheriff Jeb, Cass has managed to set up the laptop and access a video the sheriff has sent him. The video is of Jack killing a doctor and eating his heart. 😷 Jack, no! I’ll come back to the heart eating later.

Back with the boys, another shot of baby as they pull into “Lurlenes”. Baby isn’t sounding too good and I think I missed that earlier, but it did somewhat register that she was sounding louder than normal. Good touch.

Dean walks over one of the coins as they head for the entrance which I guess might be Leonard’s from earlier. I like little details like this. Once inside, Sam points out they don’t have beer money, much less what it costs to buy into a game. Dean says they’ll figure something out and goes to the bar and orders two waters. I’m guessing that’s going to hit Dean more than health conscious Sam. Dean asks the bar person, Evie, how they get into a game. She calls Pax over and it’s the tall, cutie bouncer from earlier. Sam asks Evie if she saw Leonard and she says no, but you can tell she’s lying.

Pax takes them to his office and explains the rules of the game, that they don’t bet with money, they bet with luck. He gets Dean to touch a coin he puts down and it turns green. Pax looks at the coin and says “not great”

Dean: And that means?

Pax explains that everyone walks in with a certain amount of luck, that the green glow was Dean’s and it was “about average.” Dean thinks that sounds about right. I’m going to head-canon that Dean’s luck is about average of the people that find the pool hall, but below average in general, due to Chuck screwing around with them.

Pax says if Dean wins a game, he might see his fortunes improve.

Sam: And if he loses?

Pax says he can keep playing, but if the coin goes blank, that means you’re out of luck, and you’ve got to leave. He asks if they’ve got any questions.

Sam (a bit pissy): What is this place? Who owns it?

Pax says he doesn’t know, but if they don’t like it, they are free to leave.

Dean: When I win, can I split it (indicates Sam)… the luck?

Pax (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍 Oh, wait, sorry, that was me

Pax: it’s yours, you can do what you want

Sam asks for a second to talk to his husband brother.

Sam: no, no, no, no, no way (complete with shaking finger)

Dean: man, I’ve been slinging pool cues since before you were born

Snarky!Sam: when you were four, really? In between snack time and nap? 😂

Dean (internally): damn, I forgot you were my brother for a second and I can’t bullshit you

Dean tells Sam that they need to do this, and that Sam is pretty much better than him, at everything, he’s not mad about it, he’s proud… but he can wipe the floor with Sam at pool. Dean takes Sam’s epic eyeroll as silent permission he can play.

Back with Castiel, he investigates the doctor’s office and finds a weird case which has a sword inside. We flashback to a previous episode with Sam tied to a chair (🙄 it must have been a Thursday). Anyway, the flashback tells us the doctor was one of the Grigori, a brotherhood of perfect beings. I’d forgotten about them and might have to look them up before I touch the heart eating thing. Note: I did look them up and it was a Claire episode, so never mind, that’s why I forgot about them.

We transition from Cas to Jack and he seems to be following someone with the same case as the doctor, so another Grigori. He follows the Grigori into an abandoned building.

Back at the pool hall and no one is biting to play with the noob. Okay, I’m ashamed to say I laughed at this next bit, Dean deliberately breaks badly and loudly proclaims that he’s rusty at this. Oh Dean. No one’s going to fall for… Surprisingly he actually gets a taker and asks Dean to rack up. Sam goes back to the bar to speak to Evie. She asks if he plays and he says not really. Sam asks Evie what the woman’s deal is that’s playing Dean (Moira). Evie says she’s been here a while and her sister is in a coma.

Sam goes into awkward question mode, and I have flashbacks to the earlier seasons. He asks about rotten eggs. Evie responds: Just Charlie… We pan over to Charlie and he’s playing pool badly. Sam then asks if she’s seen “little bundles” laying around. She says no, but she gets that he’s trying to figure the place out. Sam says places like this don’t exist for no reason, she answers that most people think it’s a godsend. She gives him information on a couple of people playing, they won at first, could have walked away winners, but kept playing until their luck ran sour. She repeats they should have walked away which is a clear warning for Sam who looks over at his brother who wins the game.

Back with Jack, he’s got an angel blade and is still after the Grigori. Unfortunately, the Grigori twigged he was being followed and now has Jack at blade point.

Back at the pool hall and Sam is trying to convince Dean they need to leave, and I’m trying not to be distracted by the picture in the scene behind them.

Dean (brandishing his coin at Sam): Come on man, I’m on a roll

Snarky!Sam: Dean, you won one game!

Sam thinks the place sucks you in and that if Dean keeps playing, he’ll lose and end up like Leonard. Dean convinces Sam who reluctantly allows him to have one more game.

Me (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍

Dean finds his mark, which is Joey from the intro. We see Dean playing well and Joey asks what his name was again.

Dean: my name is Dean Winchester and I am going to kick your ass.

Sam: 😍 that’s my platonic soulmate husband brother

Joey smiles.

They talk as Dean clears the table. Turns out Joey used to work the bull riding circuit.

Dean (cocky smile): tell me, how was that?… corner pocket. He misses the shot

Joey (grinning): good times (he pots and all he can do is hide the cue ball behind another ball, giving Dean a very tricky shot on the 8 ball)… and some not so good.

Dean goes to take the shot and Joey challenges double or nothing if Dean misses. Sam doesn’t like it. Dean asks if Joey is trying to hustle him.

Joey: I thought you were going to kick my ass

Dean smiles and agrees to the deal, does a trick shot with the cue ball jumping over the other ball and potting the 8 ball.

Joey closes his eyes. Sam looks happy, then Joey says: a hell of a shot.

Dean watches as the coins glow green and Joey’s coin is now dull, and this is sad because even if Sam and Dean haven’t realised the implication yet, Joey is not long for this world. Joey leaves, and Sam and Dean follow. Joey congratulates Dean on the game yet again and says, “I guess you can’t hustle a hustler.” Sam’s concerned when Joey starts coughing. Turns out Joey is dying, he has cancer, he came to the pool hall to beat it, and Sam and Dean have finally caught up with me that this game sucks. This is the first time in a long time, I’ve felt anything for a character on this show that we only meet for a limited time in a single episode, so I’m going to kudos the writing and the guest star for this one. This is what happens when you actually put some characterisation into your writing.

Sam and Dean go back inside. Dean said the plan worked so they should hit the road.

Sam: What about everybody else?

Sam wants to stay and figure out how they can help them. Dean reminds him they are in a fight with God and they just got their mojo back. Sam challenges whether there’s even enough luck in the coin for them. Dean says they’ll give it a try by him going for a drive and if baby’s okay, they are leaving. End of.

Back with Castiel and he meets sheriff Jeb at the abandoned building Jack was captured in. A transient spotted Jack going into the building so called the police. Castiel asks Jeb if there are any other abandoned places around. Jeb tells him about a church.

Back with Sam and he’s talking to Charlie, who is apparently playing so his team can win the Super Bowl and part of me is 😂 and part of me is, I feel you my friend, because Canucks and the Stanley Cup, and desperate measures at this stage.

Sam: that’s great, it is, but is it really worth your life?

Me (picturing the Stanley cup being paraded through the streets of Vancouver): …Yes?!

The puppy dog eyes fail again, Charlie says “just one more game.” And goes back to playing

Evie says at least Sam tried but no one will listen. She says none of “us” are going anywhere. Sam asks if they are trapped here, if Evie was trapped here. She leaves rapidly.

Dean arrives back, baby’s dead again, he didn’t even make it out of the parking lot. Sam takes a look at the coin Dean slams down. He believes Dean should have won more luck than he did, given how many people Joey likely beat before Dean played him and all that accumulated luck should have gone to Dean when he won, but it doesn’t seem to. Sam thinks someone is stealing the luck, skimming off the top.

Dean: You mean like the house?

Sam (lifts coin showing head): her… I think

Dean takes the coin and reads: Atrox Fortvnta

Sam says she’s the Roman goddess of luck. So, Sam’s allowed to be smart as a plot contrivance this week? *cough* hot metal burns *cough*.

They go speak to Evie about who runs the place. She says she can’t help them. Sam asks why she warned him in the first place. Evie says so he would take his brother and go. Dean asks why Evie is there, does the god have something over her. Evie says she played and lost and is only alive because she lets her stay as long as she keeps working. Sam asks if the god is here, but Evie doesn’t know, she only talks to Pax and drops the revelation that Pax is the god’s son.

Back with Jack and the Grigori has injured him and holding him captive. He knows what Jack is and that he’s powerful. The Grigori wants to know why Jack killed his kind. The Grigori have their own frequency of angel radio. Me, 🙄 of course you do because easy plot device. Before his brother died, he called to the Grigori. He asks Jack if he did that to draw him out, to kill him too.

Back with Sam and Dean, Sam approaches Pax wanting to ask a question. While Pax is focused on Sam, Dean grabs him and holds him at knifepoint.

Sam (niceness gone): Where’s your mom?

Loved that bit

Pax doesn’t answer so Sam shouts “Fortuna.” Dean follows with, “We have your son”

Moira walks through the pool hall and we know she is now Fortuna.

Sam says they know she’s skimming luck and they want it back. Dean threatens to kill Pax if she doesn’t

Fortuna: well, you probably could, his daddy was human, but no

Pax (shocked pikachu face): Mom!

Fortuna: I’m sorry baby, I can always make more sons

Sam and Dean (shocked pikachu faces).

Uh oh, leverage gone. Dean releases Pax, but not before the blade cuts his throat a little.

Dean demands Fortuna to play him for it. She says she’s already played him and got a read on him. He’s just a “beach read”. Sexy, but skimmable.

Dean (how dare you face): beach read? lady, I’m Tolstoy

Fortuna laughs and says, “That’s very funny” and approaches Sam: this one here, now he could be interesting

Dean (Protective big brother mode activated): Wait, no, no, that’s…. Uh uh

Sam (I’m 36 years old Dean, not a kid anymore mode activated): Fine… Yeah, okay, but not for our luck. I’ll play for the lives of everybody in here.

Fortuna doesn’t agree, she says the deal is only for their luck and if they lose, she wants their lives. She wants to make an example of them.

The Grigori is torturing Jack, cutting his skin. Jack says he can’t kill him. There’s then expose on the Grigori feeding off souls, and this one feeds off children. I think I’m supposed to not feel sorry for the Grigori when Jack eats his heart, but I do have a few issues which I’ll come onto later. Jack looks to the side and it’s clear he catches something. The Grigori reaches for his sword and points it at Jack’s throat. He asks who told Jack that. He answers Death.

The Grigori senses someone behind him. Now given the Grigori are supposed to be elite and much more powerful than ordinary angels, I’m embarrassed for this one and have no idea how on Earth this Grigori managed to survive to being last of his kind as even Castiel despatched him fairly easily, without too much of a fight, but “new canon” I guess. 🤷‍♀️

With no tests whatsoever, Castiel releases Jack from his bonds. I’m presuming one of Castiel random powers of the week is being able to automatically tell it’s Jack. We get a Cass and Jack hug and I … don’t really care to be honest. I can’t watch Cass without viewing that awful scene in Purgatory so I’m over him.

Back at the pool hall, Sam breaks, potting 2 balls immediately. I love, love, love this next bit: as Sam lines up his next shot, we see Dean nodding in agreement, because yep, that’s the shot he would have went for too. Sam proceeds to knock down a couple more, Fortuna has said a couple of things, but Sam is focusing on the game. She asks why they need the luck so bad, girlfriend problems? Liver failure? (She looks at Dean here). Sam answers: “a curse by god” and misses the next shot.

Fortuna: Life’s a bitch and then you die

Me: Hey! That’s my philosophy!

Dean: THE god literally cursed us

Fortuna (sarcastic disbelief): You’ve met

Dean: Yeah, Little guy, squirrelly as hell

Fortuna: Yeah, that’s him… well, welcome to the club

Dean: the club?

Fortuna answers with exposition while winning the game. God created the world, but humans created the gods, kind of, which led to God creating the other gods. Dean asks why, which makes her angry and she misses the next shot. She says they were created to take the blame for anything that went wrong. That only worked for a while before his ego got the better of him, now he hides behind whatever religion pays the biggest syndication deals. She keeps talking about how pissed she is and that she’s holding a grudge. Sam meanwhile is quietly potting balls and winning the game. She realises this and shakes off her mood, “oh well, what can you do?”

Dean: we’re going to fight him

Fortuna: are you now? And when you lose?

Sam’s voice from off screen: we lose swinging

He then appears in shot and says “8 ball, corner pocket” and she realises the game is nearly over.

Sam lines up for the shot, looks at Dean briefly, then… he wins. I wasn’t expecting that, and Dean is happy too.

Fortuna (to Sam): you little minx, you got me talking!

Sam smirks

Fortuna: you’re good

Sam: I learned from my brother

Dean approaches: all right, you know the deal, even up

Fortuna offers to make it interesting, if they are going to fight God, that’s the stuff of heroes and they are going to need the luck of heroes. Hercules, some other people, she helped them all. Sam asks what the catch is. She says another game, double or nothing.

Dean: Double? That’s how the cowboy died.

Sam agrees to play, “but not for more luck,” he indicates the room, “for them. If I win, you have to let them go.”

Fortuna: I’m not stopping them

Sam: Okay, when I win, you have to give back the luck you stole, close up shop

Fortuna: What is with you and these losers? They’re nothing, they don’t matter

Sam: they matter to me

Dean: they matter to us

Everyone in the poolhall (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍

Fortuna agrees. She breaks, and it all goes downhill from there. Sam doesn’t even get to play a shot.

They lost. There’s silence

Fortuna: you challenged the goddess of luck in her own joint, what did you think was going to happen?

Me: pretty much this tbh, I’m actually surprised Sam won the first game

Dean: well, we had to try

Fortuna: well, that was stupid

My poor boys. They leave the poolhall.

Dean: I thought she was going to kill us

Sam: well she doesn’t have to, our luck will do that on its own … Dean, we can’t just…

Dean:… leave ‘em? Yeah, I know.

Me (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍

Dean: all right, well let’s go get WiFi and see what kills Lady Luck, we’ll circle back

Sam’s agreeing when Evie comes out, followed by the other players. They ask her what happened. She says Fortuna shut it down. They ask why

Evie: Because of you, she said she thought your kind had gone extinct

Sam: Our kind?

Evie: Heroes, like the old days

Fortuna also gave her a message to pass on, “Don’t play Chucks game, make him play yours.

She hands Sam a coin which he somewhat reluctantly takes. He holds it in his closed fist as she walks away. He opens his hand and we see the coin glow green on his skin. Dean “grabby hands” Winchester snatches the coin, getting a glare from Sam and the coin glows green in his hand too.

They get into the car and Dean fires up the engine. “We’re back baby!”

Aww, Dean called Sam baby.

Me (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍

Also me: You can take your “Castiel is a lamp” sub zero text and whack yourself over the head with it.

They drive away. And I’m left behind wondering if they’ve got their “normal” luck back or the supercharged hero luck that Sam said he didn’t want and that’s why he was reluctant to take the coin.

They arrive back at the bunker. Dean’s scratching lottery cards and doesn’t win. So much for the superhero luck.

Sam consoles his husband brother that they might not have won the lottery, but they have no car trouble, the credit cards work again, and Dean was able to eat back to back bacon double cheeseburgers, that didn’t kill him. So…

Dean: that was beautiful by the way… I’m just saying, would it have killed her to give us a little extra?

Sam: well, she thinks we’re really heroes, maybe they don’t get all the answers

Well hopefully that conversation answered my concern from earlier.

Cass appears, looking shifty (when doesn’t he tbh). They know something is wrong and Sam asks him. He steps aside and Jack appears. Jack dorky waves hello and we all melt and immediately forget he killed their mom and did some other really naughty stuff that at the very least should get him a time out. Apparently, Dean and Sam forget too. This scene is shot with Jack and Cass at one side of the reading room and Sam and Dean on the other.

Sam: Jack?

Castiel (to Sam): it’s really him

Sam walks over to Jack first and gets quicker as he reaches him and we get a Sam and Jack hug, and since I didn’t get one in season 14, I’ll ignore the mom killing, heart eating etc. for a few minutes and enjoy the hell out of this one. Yes, I’m fickle! But I loved this nougat eating baby before Dabb ruined him.

Dean walks across more slowly, reaches and grasps Jack behind his neck, staring into his face as if checking it’s really him. I think he’s struggling to see past the burnt-out eyes which was their last view of him. He looks briefly at Cass once. To me it’s a silent thank you (headcanon for bringing Jack back for Sam in particular), and an equally silent, you’re welcome. Jack looks a little apprehensive as obviously the last time he was alive, Dean was going to shoot him, stopped only by Sam.

They all have a beer at the map table, Sam asks Jack about eating hearts, so it’s good that hasn’t been hidden. Jack said he had to.

Dean (to Castiel): and you let him?

Castiel nods (likely waiting for the anger for doing the wrong thing)

Dean (shrugs): hmmm

And… that is not my Dean. They’ve turned him into a neutered house cat and idiots are calling it “growth”. And all I can hope is that his natural instincts fight their way through, I believe it’s wrong to trust Jack is okay eating hearts, even of ones that eat children’s souls and I hope we see that develop as we progress.

Sam: you could have called us

Jack: every day I wanted to come home, but I couldn’t

Dean: why not?

Jack: because if I don’t stay hidden, if I use my powers, my grandfather, he’ll know I’m back, and try and kill me… again… he’s afraid of me, and that’s why we had to wait.

Castiel: Billy kept him hidden in the empty, until Chuck went off world

Jack: she let me out when it was safe

Dean: safe to what? Eat a bunch of angel hearts?

Jack: safe to do what I have to.

Turns out the hearts were just the beginning, they made Jack strong, but not strong enough. If Jack follows her plan, he’ll get stronger and he’ll be able to kill god.

Sam and Dean (in winsync): bitch please, this is our show!

Not really, that was just me and we end on that note. I could wish we had ended on “The Gambler” by Kenny Rogers, but season 15 music budget. Sigh.

So, I have a few other issues with this episode, particularly with the Jack side of the storyline, off the top of my head;

1) I’m hoping we aren’t sweeping what he did in season 14 under a rug, a la Castiel.

2) I’m hoping we aren’t just going to support him eating hearts (even of bad angels) without fully investigating what this supposed plan is.

3) I’m struggling with the heart thing anyway. I don’t believe an angel has a heart to eat, only the human vessel does so I’m going to need an explanation on why eating human hearts is supposedly goring to make jack stronger, and why we don’t care about the human vessel

4) I’m struggling with how a lesser god can give back what God took away, even if that lesser god is the goddess of luck, God still trumps her.

Other than that, I think Death is bad now, or at least Billy’s version of death is. I think they changed course on wanting to kill the Winchesters a couple of seasons ago when they realised they could play a part in them reaping God. Possible reason, just being tired after all this time, and wanting it all to end. And it can’t end before Chuck dies. Possible power play.

I still think Chuck will die. I still think the Winchesters will become firewalls, not sure what Jack is, other than a toddler whose power needs to be bound until he can wield it responsibly, and Castiel is going to sacrifice himself at some point. And the less we say about Eileen, the better.

Next episode is up after Hellatus the welcome break from the caricature this show has become

#spn spoilers #15.11 #The Gamblers #episode review #episode recap #anti castiel #spn critical #anti saileen #anti eileen

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Commission for Confidence, 6

Summary: Y/N has been struggling with her self-esteem for years. After incessant pushing from your best friend, Y/N decides to commission an artist to draw her, expecting everything to happen via Internet. However, when your phone is stolen, you try to cancel the commission, but Peter Parker has other ideas. He quickly becomes enraptured by you, and a friendship forms easily. Will it lead to something more? Or will your past fears get in the way?

A/N: I hope you guys like this chapter! It’s probably gonna speed up a little bit after this one, at least in time passage. I might try and draw a layout of Y/N’s apartment, but I don’t have such a concrete idea of how it’s formed yet, so who knows what’ll happen with that.

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Taglist: @pparkerwrites, @scatterbrainedgenius, @jordyns-library, @wildfirecracker, @pastlives-purplesouls, @maybemona

Word Count: 2322

Warnings: photography, awkwardness as always, getting in your personal bubble but not aggressively, Peter being a cutie patootie

“H-how about we get started?” you asked rhetorically. “How do you want me?”

“Uh, just sort of relax, don’t mind me, I’ll be pretty quick with the camera,” Peter said, putting the camera up to his face.

Rather awkwardly, you shifted slightly, looking at your mug. With a quick idea in your mind, you put the mug next to your face and turned, pretending to kiss Spider-Man’s logo while looking at the camera.

Peter almost tripped over his feet again, but you chalked it up to a spare pencil that was on the floor.

“Why don’t you tell me about your favorite place?” Peter asked as the shutter clicked.

You puffed your cheeks as you tried to think, blowing out the air as you made your decision. “I have this little spot in my apartment,” you began, glancing out the window and holding the mug to your chest. “It’s in my closet, under the corner shelves, which are kinda wide. I can fit down there, along with my laptop and some snacks. Maybe I could even fit another person in there, I don’t know, I’ve never tried.”

“What do you do there?” Peter prompted you to continue.

You smiled gently as you thought about how comforted the spot made you feel. “I have some blankets draped over the shelves to close it off from light. I taped a bunch of little fairy lights to the top and along the walls, and I piled a bunch of pillows and blankets down there. When I’m feeling down, or like everything is too much, I can go to that little spot and shut out the rest of the world. It’s really comfy and makes me feel safe.”

“Sounds like it,” Peter hummed. “Look this way, please.”

You turned your head and smiled at Peter’s sincere response. “Maybe someday you’ll get to see it. It’s a nice little hidey hole.”

“I’d be honored,” he grinned at you.

After a few more minutes of Peter asking you to pose your arms and face various ways, he asked you to stand up and put the mug on the stool.

“Oooooh,” you teased, “we’re mixing it up.”

“Gotta stay on your toes,” he replied easily. “Stand against the wall as comfortably as you can, try not to look stiff.”

As you followed his directions, you said, “You know, Peter, by telling me to not look stiff, I’m gonna look stiff. You know that, right?”

Peter chuckled and let his camera hang from his neck. He crossed towards you and guided you into a leaning position instead of a standing one. Your body was angled to the window, and he positioned your right arm to be slightly above your head against the wall.

You tried to keep your pulse and your breathing under control, but it was hard when Peter was making you so aware of everything you’d ever done. He smelled faintly of the coffee shop from earlier, and also just slightly of some sort of sweet fruity bodywash. Your hands wanted nothing more to cup his gorgeous jaw, but you kept your body posed the way he wanted it.

“Perfect,” he whispered, looking down at you. You looked down to avoid bursting into flames from the intensity of his look.

After a few more moments, Peter moved away from you and you felt like you could breathe again. He talked aimlessly to you, his voice getting you to relax, as he snapped a few more photos. After a joke about the elements had you laughing with your head thrown back, Peter announced that he was done with the photography portion.

“Now what?” you asked, picking your mug up and taking a long drink.

“Well—” Peter stopped as he looked at his watch. “Actually, can I walk you home really quick? I just remembered I have something to do.”

“Ah, you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he reassured you, quickly putting away his camera and heading to the door. You followed, a little surprised by his longer-than-normal strides.

The two of you quickly put on your shoes and you made sure you had all your stuff. Peter opened the door and let you out, quickly shutting and locking the door after asking Karen to turn off all the lights. You almost couldn’t keep up with Peter because he was walking so fast and you didn’t have his long stride.

“Sorry,” he mumbled as you waited for the elevator.

“It’s alright, I run late more than I’d like,” you waved off his apology.

Sooner than you knew, you and Peter were walking down the sidewalk, and a more comfortable pace than before. Peter kept you entertained with stories from college and you were laughing so much that you nearly fell over multiple times.

You stopped in front of your apartment building and Peter faced you, a smile on his face that made your heart do jumping jacks.

“Hey, I’m sorry to ask this,” Peter rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “but can I come up and use your bathroom?”

You blinked a few times before nodding. “Of course, just follow me.”

After crossing the empty lobby (no doorman for you), you began your trek up the stairs, Peter following closely behind you, but not uncomfortably close. You truly hated that the elevator hadn’t been fixed yet, because when you were carrying groceries, you often dropped at least two items on the climb to the eighth floor.

“Here we are,” you announced as you made it to your floor, panting only slightly. You crossed to your apartment and unlocked the door, letting Peter in.

“This is a cute little place,” Peter said sincerely, making you chuckle.

“It’s nice, I do enjoy living here,” you replied. “Though it could be better, it could be much, much worse.” You toed off your shoes as you said, “The bathroom is the first door on the right down the hallway.”

“Thanks,” Peter nearly sprinted to the hallway.

You chuckled to yourself and put your bag on your couch. You turned on the TV and opened the HULU app, thinking to yourself about the incredibly enjoyable afternoon you spent with Peter. He was so sweet and funny that he constantly had your heart in disarray, trying to maintain your composure.

After a few minutes, a slightly ruffled Peter appeared out of your bathroom. He was slightly flushed, but you pushed the strangeness of it aside.

“Thanks so much,” Peter smiled at you, standing not even a foot away from you.

“Thank you, Peter,” you beamed. “I had so much fun this afternoon.”

“I did too,” he breathed, stepping ever so slightly closer. “I want to hang out again soon, anytime you’re available, just for fun.”

“I don’t find that to be unreasonable,” you grinned.

Peter’s smile grew. “I’ll email you later, okay? That’ll be the easiest way to get in contact with you until your phone is in, right?”

“Yeah!”

“Awesome,” he beamed. “Well, I’d better get going.”

You walked him to the door. “Thanks again for a wonderful afternoon, Peter. I’m glad we did this. You are a delight.”

“So are you,” he murmured as he faced you. Contemplation crossed his face and he quickly leaned forward, kissing your cheek. “I’ll see you soon,” he stated.

“Bye, Peter,” you managed to keep the stutter from your lips.

“Bye, Y/N, my new bestie,” he winked as he walked backwards out the door before nearly running to the stairs.

With the kiss still burning on your cheek, you slowly closed and locked your door. You leaned against it and couldn’t contain the small squeal and giggle that bubbled up from your chest. You couldn’t remember the last time your heart felt so incredibly light.

About two hours of restlessness later, you decided to sit on your fire escape and read a book. You liked to sit there in the evenings and watch the traffic dip before coming to life with the night scene. There was a strange sense of peacefulness that came with sitting on the fire escape and sipping your tea, thumbing through your book or work, depending on the day.

You brought your small reading lamp out with you so that you could read when the sun went down completely. It was a nice night and you were soothed by the ambient noises of the traffic below; it helped calm your restlessness that had cropped up after Peter kissed your cheek and winked at you.

Your tea was long gone by the time you closed your book to look out at the buildings and life going on around you.

“Hello,” a deep voice surprised you.

You jumped in surprise and looked up to see Spider-Man perched on your fire escape railing, watching you with a tilt of his head. His mask moved slightly as you clutched at your chest instinctively to try and calm your heart.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, his voice obviously altered.

“I-it’s fine,” you stuttered, glad that your tea was definitely gone, and the mug was sitting next to you. Otherwise, you definitely would have accidentally thrown it at the superhero. You’d nearly thrown your book at him.

“Whatcha doing on your fire escape?” the hero asked, sliding off the railing to gracefully sit facing you. “Is there something wrong?”

Your eyebrows knitted together, and you shook your head with a reassuring smile. “No, why would you think that?” you asked him.

“A lot of times, I see people sitting on their fire escapes when they want to escape the world, so,” he shrugged, “I figured that I’d ask.”

You chuckled at him and shook your head slightly. “I like the ambient sound of the traffic. I got a little restless a few hours ago and thought this might help,” you found yourself explaining to the hero.

He nodded in understanding before looking at you with narrowed white eyes. “What made you restless, random citizen?”

“Why do you want to know so bad?” you shot back with a smirk.

The white eyes of the mask widened and that made you chuckle. “I-I was just curious, that’s all, maybe I could help?”

You laughed lightly and raised your hands to placate his stuttering. “No worries, hero of Queens!” you smirked.

“So,” he prompted, scooting closer the eyes of the mask widened and narrowed, appearing to act like eyebrows, “are you going to tell me?”

Your laugh floated through the air again and you nodded. “I met this guy today,” you began almost shyly, a soft smile on your face. “He’s super sweet and funny and smart, and, well, I find myself already liking him a lot. He’s really easy to get along with, really easy to talk to, you know? He has this light inside him that makes me want to be around him more and more. He walked me home, which is more than I can say for a lot of my ‘friends’ I’ve had in the past.” You trailed off slightly, your eyebrows furrowing.

“What about this made you restless?” Spider-Man asked gently.

“Well,” you sighed, “he’s really cute, and he’s kinda flirty. Not that I mind, of course, but after he left, I found myself thinking about how I wanted to see him again, but I don’t want to bother him, and I know he probably has cooler friends than me. And, well, he kissed my cheek and that nearly made me burst into flames. I don’t know,” you sighed again, “I think my anxiety just had me thinking a lot about everything.”

Spider-Man nodded in understanding. “Well, how do you know he doesn’t think you’re cool? Or at least as cool as his other friends?”

You chuckled sadly. “Look at me, Spider-Man, I’m a very lame human. It’s a Saturday night and I’m sitting on my fire escape, reading a book I’ve read eighteen times before, with no more tea because I already drank it. I’m hardly the coolest kid on the block.”

“Well,” he tilted his head in thought, “I barely know you, and I think you’re pretty cool. Just don’t worry, I’m sure he thinks you’re as great as you think he is.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Sure, Spider-Man. So,” you leaned towards him, “what brings you to my fire escape?”

He shrugged. “Saw a beautiful woman on a fire escape, figured I should make sure she’s okay.”

You giggled slightly and covered your mouth with your hand. “Okay, sure, Spider-Man,” you drawled teasingly. “Maybe you were just lonely.”

“I’ll never tell,” he informed you dramatically

You laughed again and shook your head at his antics. “Alright, well, Spider-Man, if you ever do get lonely, feel free to knock on my window. And, well, thank you for dropping in,” you tried to push the heat away from your cheeks. “My first time meeting you has gone pretty well, if I do say so. And, well, I think talking about it helped me out.”

“I’m happy to help, Y/N,” he stated firmly, standing gracefully. “And thanks for the information. I enjoyed talking to you.”

“Likewise, Spider-Man,” you smirked, standing as well. He hopped on the railing and turned to give you a mock salute. “Wait, how did you know my name?”

“Bye!” he exclaimed quickly, swinging away immediately after that.

You sighed affectionately—because Spider-Man was as nice as everyone said—and climbed back inside your apartment with your stuff. Meeting Spider-Man was nice, but it ended up draining your social battery the rest of the way. After locking the window, you closed the curtains and went about your nightly routine.

As you stared at the ceiling from your bed, trying to hunt down sleep, you thought back to your day once again. Your cheek tingled and warmed at the memory of the kiss and you found yourself drifting off to sleep with the same warmth filling your body.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x plus size reader #peter parker x insecure!reader #artist peter parker au #spider-man x reader #spider-man x plus size reader #slow burn fic #commission for confidence

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appreciate // clarke griffin

summary: in which you work your butt off in hopes of making Clarke's life easier, even if it's only in the slightest bit

warning/s: minor swearing (??)

author's note: this is an old request from my Wattpad of Clarke getting the love and appreciation she deserves from the reader, and so this happened and it turned out longer than expected because Clarke ?? But honestly, this cutie has gone through so much at such a young age and yet people still give her shit, so this is my attempt at fixing that. Also, I didn't make the reader kiss Clarke at the end because Clarke literally just lost the love of her life so it wouldn't be realistic, hope that's okay. But enjoy!! (:

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"Tasks have been distributed equally, so no complaining," Raven Reyes, the best mechanic we had, said in an attempt to make a joke to lighten the situation. "If anyone needs any help, come find me."

Quiet, barely audible complaints were heard as everyone dispersed and went about the set jobs they were assigned by the mechanic herself. It was early morning and the sun was still rising, heating the air up and working up a sweat on me already. Unlike everyone else however, I knew the importance of patching up the holes in the Ark, so I was eager to get to work and feel useful.

My tasks for the morning were to patch up a few rooms in the Ark (in terms of holes in the ceiling and such) with the help of a few others that I was grouped with. Unfortunately, they were all teenagers from the Ark, meaning they were all immature and messing about, not actually helping unless I begged them to.

"This is so stupid," one of the boys, Jack, complained in a sharp tone. "We're not engineers. We can't fix this shit. It's just a waste of time. And I don't see Clarke doing anything to help, so why do we need to be here?"

The two other teens I was with hummed in agreement, and all of them continued to sit on and across the floor and couch. I refrained from commenting on the fact that they were doing absolutely nothing to help and I was in fact doing all the work, but I didn't bother because I knew it would make no difference. However, I didn't stop myself from speaking up and defending both the purpose of this job and the blonde leader herself.

"They need everyone's help to fix the Ark, guys," I said lightheartedly, hoping it would't seem like I was lecturing them like an adult would. I was still doing my job of hammering the sheet of metal onto the ceiling as I continued, "It's to keep us all safe from the radiation. We don't have long before it comes, so we need to be prepared. And Clarke already has to deal with so much. She's keeping us alive. Don't you think this is the least we can do?"

There was no response straight away. The sound of my hammer hitting the sheet of metal was all that filled the silence, and I wondered if they were actually letting my words sink in and actually believing them. I wasn't going to admit it aloud, but I would really prefer if they pulled their weight. I could only do so much by myself.

"It's her job to keep us alive," Natalie, one of the others from the Ark said, and despite the soft tone she spoke it in, there was some hostility there. "She's the one who declared war with the grounders when her and the hundred came down to Earth. It was her fault that ALIE became a problem and the radiation is coming in six months. The least she can do is keep us alive."

I stopped my hammering and raised both of my eyebrows with surprise as I looked at Natalie. The other two boys stayed quiet, avoiding any eye contact with me because they knew I would rant about the complete opposite to Natalie's words. Us four teenagers weren't apart of the hundred – we were from the Ark when it came down to Earth. A handful of the people who came down with the Ark blamed Clarke, Bellamy, and the rest of the hundred for the problems we were all now facing. I, on the other hand, showed only gratitude towards the hundred. If it weren't for them, we wouldn't be where we were today.

I had heard from many people what Clarke, Bellamy and the others had endured for us to be where we are now. So, I learnt to be grateful towards them. They deserved nothing more.

"You have no right to blame Clarke, or any of the hundred, for what is happening to us right now," I replied, my full attention on the bored-looking girl. I kept my voice neutral and calm, despite the annoyance I felt at the moment. "If it weren't for her, we would probably all be dead right now. She owes us nothing. If anything, we owe her our lives."

I showed no signs of anger, aside from my knuckles which were turning white from the pressure of clenching the hammer in my hand. People like Natalie annoyed me to no ends. They didn't appreciate what they had when they had it. And even if I had only had a few encounters with the discussed blonde, I knew how kind-hearted and caring she was.

Natalie rolled her eyes and chuckled dryly. "And who are you? Her personal bodyguard?"

I forced a smile to appear civilised. "Nope, just somebody who is appreciative of what she did for us. And I suggest leaving if all you're going to do is complain about her."

Natalie raised an eyebrow challengingly.

I gave her a knowing look. "What's the problem? You don't want to help me out, right? So, just leave. I don't care."

She opened her mouth, but a series of splutters was all to be heard as she struggled to string together a decent response. Sighing to express her anger, she grabbed her jacket that was hanging half-off the chair beside her, and stormed out of the room, leaving only Jack, Newt, and I.

I looked to the two boys next, quirking an eyebrow. "Do you both have anything to share? Or are we all going to get to work?"

After sharing a glance, they stood up and offered small smiles. I returned the smile and got back to work, hearing them shuffling about behind me. They were good guys, I knew it.

***

Finishing the tasks given took less time than I thought, but that was more than enough work for the boys to complete, so they ended up going on a "break" and probably weren't planning on returning. Meanwhile, I returned to Raven's side and asked her for some more jobs to do.

"Wow, seriously? Nobody has come back for more tasks," was her response when I waited for further instructions. She shrugged though and smiled kindly before looking back to her clipboard. Her smile faded here, and the crinkle on her forehead revealed the stress that was obviously building up from all the work that had to be done. It only made me feel more determined to help.

"Give me the hardest job you've got," I added, smiling widely, hoping it would ease her workload.

This grabbed her attention, as she glanced up to meet my eyes with her surprised ones. Nodding lightly, she looked back to her clipboard and her eyes scanned its contents.

"Well, if you're up to it, there's some metal that needs shaping before it's put into place in the doorways in the Ark," she suggested, but I knew this was a job that needed doing immediately. One badly-secured door and we were all dead from radiation. "Someone can show you how to do it at first, then you're on your own unfortunately..."

There was slight hesitance in her tone of voice as she realised how much she was asking from me, so I nodded enthusiastically to show her I was up to it.

"I'll do it," I agreed immediately. "Just direct me to the place and I'll get started!"

Her eyes widened with surprise, and a small smile appeared on her lips. Just from the way her shoulders relaxed slightly showed me that I was helping her somehow, and that's all I wanted. I had heard my fair share of stories about the infamous Raven Reyes, so I knew how strong she was. How strong she is. She deserved a break just as much as the next person, but no. Here she was, trying to save us all.

Raven opened her mouth, about to respond, but she was cut off by someone saying, "Raven, how's the Ark coming along?"

The two of us turned around and saw the well-known blonde leader walking towards us, a troubled expression on her face. It was an almost permanent look for her.

When she stood before us, she offered a small smile and nod my way. We were on a name-to-name basis and that was it. Like I said earlier, we'd only shared a few necessary conversations.

"A bit behind schedule if I'm being honest," Raven admitted, and all of a sudden, that momentary happiness she felt was gone. "Which reminds me. There's a few things I need you to do."

Clarke sighed quietly, and she ran a hand through her hair before nodding. "Yeah, sure, what's up?" she asked, attempting to hide the exhaustion in her voice.

Raven forced a small smile, though it was more of a grimace, and looked back to her clipboard. Standing here, right now, and noticing the exhaustion entwined on both of these girls' features, I felt guilty. I wasn't doing enough to help.

"Uh, Raven," I spoke up, catching both girls' attention, "I don't mind doing the tasks Clarke has to do. She's probably really busy. Right, Clarke?" I looked to the blonde, who seemed taken aback.

"Uh, yeah, but–"

"But nothing," I said, waving my hand with dismissal. I returned my attention to Raven. "I don't mind."

Raven furrowed her eyebrows. "Y/N, you've already got quite a big job. Are you sure?"

I chuckled. "Yes, and we're wasting time, Reyes, come on."

Both girls before me shared a glance, somehow communicating with their eyes. I stood there awkwardly, waiting to receive my instructions so I could get to work.

"Okay then, well, I guess, Clarke, I don't need you then," Raven said, blinking away her confusion and looking to the blonde. "I'll let you know if I do."

Clarke nodded, and her eyes were on me as she pursed her lips. "Y/N, are you sure?"

I nodded and gave her a thumbs up. "Very. Now get back to work! You must be insanely busy."

Clarke chewed on her lower lip as she tried to understand what was happening. Eventually though, she nodded and turned around, beginning to walk away. When I looked back to Raven however, I realised something and quickly called for Clarke's attention.

"Uh, yeah?" she responded, pausing and looking over her shoulder at me.

I smiled appreciatively, nodding my head. "Just wanted to say thanks," before looking back to Raven, who was studying me with a curious expression.

"Okay, um, here's a list of things to do...," she said with uncertainty, handing me a piece of paper, and when I glanced down at the long list, I smiled even wider.

It felt good to help.

***

Working on the Ark was taking a lot out of everyone, and there was definitely a lot of complaining. Some, understandable, but some, unnecessary.

Everybody was busy all the time, whether they liked it or not. I was the minority that liked it. I was helping out Raven whenever I could, and I could genuinely say that she was a good friend of mine now. She appreciated my help, and I was glad to be able to lighten her load. I even distributed the tasks for her once, because she was helping Clarke with something.

Speaking of the blonde, I had tried to make things easier for her, too. Whenever there were some minor tasks that needed doing, I would take them on for her. She didn't need to worry about that when there was people like me who could do it. She was a giant help, even with everything she was dealing with, and she barely got any credit she deserved.

For example, there was a group of kids separating some piles of scrap metal with what was usable and what wasn't, and some of them were losing interest as they worked away in the sweltering heat. I remember this time specifically because I had to dodge a spring from hitting me in the side of the head.

"Shit, sorry, Y/N!" one of the younger kids, Diana, apologised with a sheepish smile.

I smiled a small smile. "It's okay, but try to sort the metal rather than throw it, yeah?"

"But this is boring!" another of the little ones, Jeremy, complained. "I want to play football! Not sort this out!"

I paused from what I was doing, trying to think about a way to convince them that this was going to help us all. The usual 'do your part' speech wasn't going to work with these guys. They didn't care because they were only little.

However, I didn't need to think for much longer because Clarke Griffin approached us, a tired yet kind smile on her lips. "Us" included myself, Jeremy and Diana, and a few other little ones that were messing around and no longer helping out.

"Hey, guys," Clarke greeted the kids specifically, but spared a glance my way, a genuine smile on her lips. "How are things coming along?"

"Boring," Jeremy mumbled, but we all heard him.

"J, come on, I told you already, we need to do this," I lightly scolded the sulking brunette. "It's–"

"No, it's fine, Y/N," Clarke stopped me, and I looked to her with confusion. She was looking at Jeremy and prodded further. "What's up, Jeremy?"

His cheeks flushed pink as he realised the attention was on him, but he still continued to speak. "It's just, it's not fair. We're only kids. Why can't we do fun stuff, like play? This is the adult's job. I bet you all didn't have to do this when you were little."

I had so many responses to his words, but I knew Clarke wanted to handle this herself. The other children agreed with Jeremy's words, and I looked to the blonde to see what she would say to get them back to work. She was smiling to show she was listening, but if you looked closely, you could see her eyes which were begging to close for even the smallest of naps. I was pretty sure she had woken up extra early this morning, just to make sure all the tasks were accounted for.

"You're right," Clarke agreed, taking both myself and the children by surprise.

"He is?"

"I am?"

"You are," Clarke confirmed, her tone of voice neutral, so I couldn't understand where she was going with this. "And according to the giant pile of metal on your side, it seems you've done a fair share of work for today. So, go. You guys can go play."

I raised both of my eyebrows with shock as the children immediately raced off, not having to be told again. All of their drained energy suddenly returned as their screams of joy were heard from behind me. Clarke watched them leave, a cheerful smile on her lips as she waved goodbye to them. However, as soon as they were out of sight, her smile faded and her shoulders slumped with exhaustion.

"Clarke, what about this? It won't get done in time for tomorrow if they don't help," I informed her, but regretted it as soon as the words left my mouth.

When she looked at me with a weary expression, I knew she already knew this, and I wasn't helping at all.

"What can I say to them?" she said, almost helplessly. "They're only kids. I can't force them to do this, and they won't understand how important it is if it doesn't get done. And I certainly can't bribe them with anything because we have nothing."

There was that familiar tension apparent in her voice again. The one that showed how uncontrollable she felt in a situation like this. The one that reminded me of how much she had to do, and how little time she had.

"I'll do it," she said with a heavy sigh, before beginning the task of separating the usable metal from the unusable one.

I shook my head, stepping forward and acting before thinking. I took the metal from her hands, ignoring the tingling sensation that travelled up my arm from when my hand skimmed past hers, and threw it to the ground.

"I'll sort it out," I assured her, smiling, hoping to see her less stressed out. "I'll do their part, and I know some people who can help. They won't mind."

"Y/N, you do so much already and–"

"No, Clarke, don't, please," I cut her off. "I've got it sorted. You get back to whatever you were doing. Or better yet, go take a nap."

She looked around at the mess of metal that the kids had created, and glanced towards me. I smiled widely to reassure her, and it made this all worth it when she cracked the tiniest of smiles. It was the first time I'd seen anything other than fatigue on her face, and it was perfect. I didn't think I could love someone's smile so much.

"Is that your way of telling me I look tired?" she joked, and I was definitely surprised that she had a teasing nature about her. I'd only ever seen her when she was serious, so this was definitely refreshing.

"Maybe," I played along, smiling with amusement. "Now, go get some rest. If anyone deserves it, it's you."

I meant it as I said it, but it also meant so much more. She'd been on alert since she came down to this planet. Terrible things had laid in her path, and in the space of a few weeks, she'd lost the love of her life and had to deal with keeping everyone alive. She truly deserved rest.

She nodded slowly, and with a quick pat on my shoulder, turned on her heel.

"Thank you, by the way," I shouted after her, before getting back to work.

"Y/N–"

I turned around, and her mouth was open to speak, but she stopped, then shook her head. Giving me one last look of confusion, she said, "Never mind," then continued to walk away.

I shrugged mindlessly and got back to work, breathing in a deep breath. Everything I said to Clarke about knowing some people who could help me out with this was a complete lie. Nobody wanted to do their assigned jobs, let alone voluntary ones. Meaning, I would be here practically all night if it were to get done for tomorrow.

I had a long day ahead of me.

***

"Y/N..."

I heard my name droning on and on in the back of my head, and it seemed that the longer I ignored it, the louder it got.

"Y/N, come on," the voice repeated, with much more clarity.

I felt my surroundings shake, and before I knew it, my eyes snapped open, taking in my surroundings. I was met with the most vibrant of blues, presumably the sky, but when my vision came into focus, I saw Clarke's face hovering above mine. Behind her, the sky was a dim blue, as if the sun was only just rising, and it shouldn't have been at the top of my mind, but all I could think about was how Clarke's eyes were honestly much prettier than the sky.

She helped me sit up, and I noticed that I had fallen asleep in the pile of usable metal I had been sorting out only a few hours before.

"Were you up all night?" she asked, slight disbelief evident in her tone of voice. Her eyebrows were raised with surprise, and I saw the tiniest bit of guilt making its way onto her face.

"Clarke, honestly, everything is good here," I indirectly answered her question, implying the truth but trying to steer away from it. "The job is done and I'm sure Raven has many things to do with it, so, yeah."

I attempted to stand up, however I was still a bit dazed from my nap so ended up stumbling around; I'd only fallen asleep for a few hours, but it wasn't enough because I was too tired to even think straight. Luckily, Clarke caught me by my elbows and helped me straighten up, to which I smiled at her gratefully for.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," she apologised immediately, making me frown at the guilty expression she wore. "If I knew you were going to do this all by yourself, I would've–"

"What exactly? Done it all by yourself?" I interrupted, quirking an eyebrow. "Does it really matter who did it? It's done, so everything is good! Now, what else needs to be done this morning?"

She shook her head instantly. "No way. You're getting some rest and that's that."

"But–"

"Don't even think about it," she chastised, giving me a knowing look. "Raven's been telling me all about the late hours and extra jobs you keep taking on. You're working yourself too much, Y/N."

"That's my concern," I assured her, offering a small smile. "Not yours."

"It is if it means you're not looking after yourself," she countered, crossing her arms over her chest. "Please, just go take a nap. I can take things from here."

She had a serious look in her eyes as she stared right through me, piercing me with her gaze. She was unrelenting and I knew that I could never win with her, even if I tried. That, and the reassurance that she looked like she got a little more sleep yesterday than usual made me cave, and I ended up sighing with defeat.

"Okay, but as soon as I wake up, I'm ready to work," I reasoned, attempting to hide my yawn at the same time. "I promise."

The tiniest of smiles graced her lips, and for once, I saw genuine happiness sparkling in her dulled eyes. "I know. Thank you."

I rolled my eyes as I began to walk away. "No need to thank me, Clarke, but thank you. For everything."

She was probably so confused with the amount of thanks I was giving her, but I didn't stay back any longer to hear her question it. Imagining my bed and how comfortable it would be for the next few hours was definitely a warm thought, hence my tired self finding my way to my quarters as the sun peeked in the sky.

***

I walked around the camp, (mostly milling about aimlessly), as I tried to pass time quickly. Raven had forced me to take a break from the endless amount of jobs I was taking on, and despite my many attempts to convince her I didn't want one, she insisted. So, that's where I found myself now. Walking around camp, lowkey looking around in case anybody needed a hand. Not that that would've changed anything. Raven somehow found a way to spot me whenever I happened to make even the tiniest of efforts to aid someone.

"If you don't want to stay in your room and nap, then wander around, but no helping!" she practically ordered.

Mostly because we were beating our schedule with fixing up the Ark, and we didn't need as much help as we once did. That was one less thing for people to worry about.

"I know, and I didn't know that–"

"It doesn't matter, Clarke. You wasted time based on a hunch Jaha had and we're already scarce for time as it is. Think next time, please."

I turned around at the sound of two familiar voices arguing in hushed tones. Abby and Clarke Griffin, mother and daughter, were stood under one of the shelters nearby. I wasn't too far from them, hence me being able to hear their conversation, but even if I couldn't hear them, one could probably tell the conversation wasn't going great by their mannerisms. Abby had her arms crossed over her chest as she glared at her daughter knowingly, and Clarke stood there with a helpless expression on her face. They both looked agitated, and that was something Clarke was looking more lately.

From what I could tell, this must have been the repercussion to Clarke's choice of listening to Jaha and attempting to find some sort of bunker that could apparently help us all out with. Thanks to Raven's need to share this with, I discovered that the mission was a bust, and they only came to a dead end. Mama Griffin obviously wasn't happy with this, and from what I could see, she was blaming her daughter for it.

"Yeah, sure, I'll think next time...," Clarke trailed off distractedly, only to swallow visibly before watching her mother stomp away.

I wanted to approach the blonde and see if I could offer a hand with anything, or just to plain old be there for her, because she didn't deserve what she was getting. Everything she did for us was for that exactly: us. But did anyone ever thank her for it? No. She just received shit in return, and I wanted that to change.

I stepped forward and made a move to go to her, but she suddenly turned around and speed-walked to the Ark. she hadn't noticed me, but I watched closely and saw the frown curling on her lips. Something tugged at me on the inside when I saw the pain in her expression, and I felt obliged to follow her into the Ark. I could at least make use of this break, right?

When I headed into the Ark, I lost track of the blonde straight away. I decided to check her study first, seeing as that was the most likeliest place she would be. When I reached her door, I took a deep breath and counted to three, before knocking gently on the door.

"Uh, Clarke? It's me, erm, Y/N," I said after knocking, just in case she thought it was her mother.

Not long passed before the door before me opened, revealing a distressed-looking Clarke. Though, she attempted to hide that feeling with a small, tight smile curved on her lips. I offered a small smile back, knowing she was hiding the way she felt to appear "strong", though she should've known she didn't need to act anything in front of me. I knew how strong she was already.

"Can I help you with anything?" she asked sweetly, but I noticed the exhaustion heavy in her voice.

My hands were behind my back, fidgeting nervously and awkwardly. I didn't know why I was like this; it was Clarke. She was the easiest person I found myself being able to talk to. What was so different now?

"No, uh, I just came to see how you were doing," I decided on the truth. "You seemed a bit... anxious, so I just wanted to check up on you. See if you needed help with anything."

She licked her lips, and I expected her to respond, but she didn't. Instead, she studied me, her cerulean eyes darting up and down my body. She could've been thinking anything, and I couldn't even guess because her face was expressionless.

I quickly added, "You can tell me you're fine, if you want. If it makes you feel comfortable. But I just want you to know that it's okay to feel a little overwhelmed. Sad, even. With everything that's going on, you out of all people deserves to feel, y'know?"

I chewed on the inside of my mouth as I watched and waited for some form of response, anything to show I wasn't overstepping my boundaries. Taking advantage of the closeness developing between us. But her big blue eyes remained still on my own, and I knew I had done the wrong thing.

"Sorry, Clarke," I apologised, looking down and breaking our eye contact. I didn't know if it was because I thought she would see the truth in me, or if it was because her eyes were intimidating. "I didn't mean to go too far. I can leave if you want me to..."

"Don't," she said instantly, definitely taking me by surprise. I looked up as she said, "You were saying something. I... I don't mind."

A small smile crept on my lips as I nodded. "Thank you. All I'm saying is that you're going through a lot. I can't imagine understanding, so I won't, but know you're not alone. You've got everyone on your side. You're doing an amazing job keeping us alive. And this is probably overwhelming for you, but you're okay. You're doing good. And it's okay to feel all of that. As long as you don't let it control you, you're good."

She nodded once I finished speaking, and I held my breath, hoping I hadn't pushed my luck. I just wanted her to know that she was doing everything right. She deserved the gratitude. She deserved the world at this point.

"Thank you," she finally spoke, and her voice was hoarse and quiet. "I... I really needed that." She smiled, a genuine and real smile. A smile that I never thought I would see until now.

"Don't thank me," I said, dismissively. "You owe me nothing. I'm only speaking the truth. You, on the other hand, deserve all the thanks in the world. You've done so much for us, but people are only focusing on the negatives and they don't appreciate you for how much you've sacrificed for us. But I do. And I need you to know that I see you, and I believe in you, and I'm here for you."

I smiled wider this time, a toothless awkward smile, but a smile nonetheless. And I don't know why she thought to do so, but she moved forward and surprised me by pulling me in for a hug. Clarke Griffin was hugging me. And it was probably the best thing to ever happen to me.

Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, leaving me no choice but to rest mine on her waist. She was warm and comfortable and felt like all the good things in the world. And my smile only widened as I relaxed in her embrace. She didn't need to say anything because I knew she understood.

I appreciated her.

#clarke griffin #clarke griffin x reader #eliza taylor #The 100 #the 100 imagine

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OOh - tell me some of your headcannons for the egos?

Ohhh man oh man oh man- which one do i even start with..

I have a load of different HCS that fit certain different spins of how the egos are depending on one what kinda universe they are apart of..

For example, I have one about JJ- Where he was actually made mute by Shawn, except Shawn while his body was puppeted by the ink demon creature that resides within him. (Ive even RP’d a thing with a friend where Shawn’s ink counterpart forced ink into JJ and JJ ended up having his own alter ink persona called Cole.)

JJ is a bartender- and hes suuuper good at knowing exactly what someone will enjoy as a drink, call it a superpower, he hardly ever goes wrong when asked what he suggests they’d like.

(Also he has a pocket watch which contains the soul of an old man called Horace who likes to try and provide old man advice to the lad.)

And although hes a timey fellow, I actually HC’d his ablity would to be to control liquids, his veins in his wrists glow when he does it, its very fancy (and extremely pretty when he can make creatures out of water dance on the surface of the lake) However over use leads to him suffering an experience of drowning which can be rather dangerous and awfully scary.

JJ also has a huge fear of knives.

Also I picture him having silver tipped hair, which is just a touch long and flops in his eyes occasionally.

JJ Also suffers malnutrition because of his sore vocal cords/throat. It can be struggle to get him to eat!. (Did i mention I cannon him as selectively /half mute because he can still talk but its raspy and hurts to do so ? ^^’ )

Jackie

Jackie!! my ladd. Hes a great guy, buff, charming, super big sweetheart too.

He runs a couple of jobs, depending on where hes at which include: a comic book shop, a gym, or just sneakily hiding in plain sight as a gas station convenience store clerk.

I HC that his eyes are actually a blue tinted lilac, and glow gold.

He has a red patch in his hair!

Hes v v fast, and buff.

I also had this whole thing about him being able to create glowing golden orbs and if he makes enough of them he can basically make a clone out of orbs, and they copy what he does!

However, I’ve also always adored Phionex! Jackie, who lost his wings and desperately wants to grow them back but despite being reborn from ash they seem to still refuse to resprout.

Because of his inhuman nature, he runs really fucking warm! so hes like a human heater.

He gives real good advice, and the bestest fuckin hugs.

Also for some reason whenever I write him speaking he has a bit of southern in him?

Robbie

Robbie. Is the softest of lads, he drowns in his sweaters, and as a few autistic traits. Not a fan of big loud noises and crowds and loves soft things to nuzzle up against. Also big oral fixation, boi needs some chew toys. Hes a good lad, eager to help out and be around the other egos, but also quite the quiet type and happy to sit around at home in his piles of blankets.

Chase

I totally HC that Chase suffers from Chronic fatigue, which is part of why his depression got so bad and that he tries his best to make use of his energy. Poor guy can get real tuckered out when he pushes himself too hard.

He's always kept the lime green mess on the top of his head, though sometimes it gets more yellow then he means for it to get.

He has a tattoo dedicated to his kids hidden under his sleeve on his upper arm/shoulder. It's of some cool triangles. One in red for his son, one in purple for his daughter.

He does really well trying to maintain his bro average channel.

Anti

I kinda have a couple views on Anti, since I love cold asshole murder, and also the possibility of ships with a slightly more misunderstood but softer guy.

Hes got static blue eyes, that you’ll only see if hes being vulnerable or super tired that he cant maintain the scary green glow.

I have a HC that hes actually a missing part of Jacks soul, hence why he feels so unstable, incomplete and sad. Hes missing all the good bits that Sean has, and is left with a cold fragment of what he could really be.

However he has, and does murder. Though he attempts to murder those who have actually done wrong.

Very sassy and snappy. Takes alot to get to get to who he actually is.

On the other hand he can just be a fucking ruthless torturer and crazy sadistic asshole who has it out for nearly everyone!

Angus!

Survival hunter. Weird accent mix of Australian and Irish. Uses 'mate' 'oi' 'bag a few of them'

Has a trusty machette. And an epic bow which he's p good at using. Large knowledge of trees and animals and survival.

Wears alot of camo/brown stuff. Loads of pockets. Pocket knife/multitool Hair usually slicked back or messy.

Finger less gloves! Oceany more greeny pale eyes. Totally has some cool studs in his ears- maybe a little wolf fang in the side or something. Beard more like is soft and fuller and well maintained.

Freckles??? sunspots?? yes. Also toned n tanned Def has scars. On his neck, over his cheek and right eye. Plenty on his hands from burns and stings. Has some nasty ones on his ankle on his right foot from accidentally encountering a rouge set up bear trap- nearly lost his foot. Because of that theres sometimes a faint limp that's only kinda there when hes sick/tired.

Obviously wears boots.

Eats alot of trail mix.Loves his meat tho.

Also partakes in Woodcarving !!

Sometimes rather foolishly ignores when hes hurt.

Lost his right leg from the knee down to an awful incident with a hippo Has a prosthetic leg.

Also lost from his elbow down his forearm n hand to a Wedingo.

if he were to have a Home it would basically be a sanctuary. Like a huge property out of the way and secluded.. Nice and private.

HE HAS A St. Bernard. Big puppo- Called Baloo.

He grows some cool ass rare flowers, some homegrown vegtables n berries. Maybe even a cashew tree/apple tree. Plenty of shade but also fresh air.

He has solar panels too so hes basically not needing anyone asides the trip to the shop for like basics he cant acquire like soaps n milk n stuff.

Blank

My fucking. Boi.

Fricking soft boy, his aura is hard to control and sometimes controls him.

He has a rare heart issue which makes him prone to fainting and collapsing without much warning. Still, he tries.

He mumbles an awful lot, and has boughts where his aura ges really bad and he numbs out..(Usually in the corner of his room, everything dark, and loads of errie whispers..)

His aura can manifest into dead vines. He can also absorb other auras so they cant affect him/others!

Sometimes stray petals end up in his hair.

He’s truly trying to be a good lad, hes just a bit odd and misguided. He worries he’ll turn into a monster.

He fucking loves the moves Finding Nemo, and Finding Dory, because he can be very forgetful too.

Honestly, fav boi, should write more for him i just l ove him alot okay.

KOTS

Personally, I HC that the KOTS is actually called Simon. Occasionally i like to picture him with both ears and tail, but generally hes just a guy in glasses in a red sweater who is generally a little skittish and usually quite frazzled. However he actually isnt all that dumb, and has quite an extensive knowledge on the forests flora and fauna.

I did have a really mean HC that hes actually allergic to PB, but only in the sense that it upsets his tum, so like a lactose intolerant person, he eats it and regrets that later.

Also, he has a really nice hanging egg nest thing thats really cushioned and he loves to curl up and sleep there with a nice book.

He’s got really pretty amber eyes too!!

Edward!!

He fucking loves space!! and Secretly also is not that bad at painting. It's a soothing thing to do in his downtime.

His favourite treat is anything with white chocolate and raspberry.

Also, I quite adore my HC that he loses an arm- Either because of upsetting the heads of the household (Dark/Wilford) or because of a house fire.

(Also this isnt the place to mention it but I did once get excited about the idea of a Google/Edward fusion called Edware.)

Yandere

Nonbinary somewhat MTF.

They’re a real cutie. but they will punch dickheads without sweat and really just want someone to be their senpai and let them fall for them head over heels without running away..

They have an epic pink katana. Obviously a huge love for japan and its culture and stuff.

Quite obsessive, but it usually only endangers them for falling so hard that they hurt themselves trying to please their Senpai and beat themselves up over not being worthy or good enough for them when they dont get affection back or end up rejected.

Also yeah theyre into blood a little bit >.>

I kinda love the idea of shipping them with Bim and helping him get a supply of ‘meat’ in return Bim gives plenty of affections to satisfy Yans starved nature.

#everyoneprotector #hcs #my ideas #I love so many of these okay

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