#I'm going to scream a lot to myself the next two weeks

[thedreadblog]

I was thinking about this:

"Fen'Harel is said to have spent centuries in a far corner of the earth after his great deception, hugging himself and giggling madly in glee."

And of course things get changed over time. The Evanuris became kind gods, the vallaslin became a dedication to one of them instead of a slave marking, etc., etc..

And it led me to think that perhaps he wasn't giggling madly in glee. Perhaps he was laughing in the way you do when you succeeded at something you didn't expect. The kind of laughing that turns into bitter tears, sobs that wrack your body, the laughing that brings up all your sadness and brings it to the surface.

That kind of sadness that makes you hug yourself to self-soothe because you successfully did what you set out to do but it means losing everything you knew, the entire world you loved, the connection you had to the Fade and magic and the spirit friends you have there.

In order to save the world, you had to destroy the one you knew and loved and needed to save.

Imagine the grief he felt in that moment.

[queen-mabs-revenge]

oh it's real depression hours

[guiltyasdave]

help me hold onto you

pairing: Logan Howlett/Wolverine x mutant! f!reader

word count: ~3.5k

summary: Logan deals with feeling guilty after he's accidentally cut you with his claws in his sleep.

warnings/tags: explicit smut (-> 18+ only!), able-bodied reader, reader has hair that can be pulled, no use of y/n, Logan lifts reader up but he's superhumanly strong, so-, graphic description of an injury, graphic description of violence, angst, nightmares, Logan's pov, fighting as foreplay, unprotected p in v, rough sex, biting, praise kink, a lot of animalistic behavior due to their mutations, like they're just a little... primal, it's cute i swear, also reader looks like a human being it's just the mannerisms, fluff

a/n: guess i'm a multi fandom writer now? this literally came to me in a fever dream, very much like the logan brainrot itself lol. this is my first time writing for the man, after watching the movies - also for the first time - last week, so please be gentle with me <3 something very similar happens in the origins movie and i wanted them to explore that more, but alas, i had to do it myself.

massive thanks to @kiwisbell for assuring me that this idea isn't terrible and for freaking out about logan with me in general, to @catchallfangirl for coming up with the whole cat theme and for being so supportive, to @sizzlingcloudmentality for matching my freak and taking the cat theme to the next level, for helping me plot and for being an amazing beta reader, and to @javier-pena for listening to me rant about this idea and being so lovely and supportive <3

dividers by @saradika-graphics who is a queen <3

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Most nights, Logan sleeps easier when you’re in bed with him. Your body pressed against his, your skin soft and warm against his bare chest. One of his thighs between your legs where you’ve wrapped yourself around him, your touch moving over his torso aimlessly, fingers curling into his chest hair, your hands kneading his flesh in your sleep. The soothing little purrs that emit from your chest when you’re sound asleep. None of it bothers him, no matter how many times it disturbs his own rest. 

It keeps him grounded, feeling you next to him. He’d rather spend the whole night somewhere in that haze between waking and sleeping, listening to your sounds, your breath fanning against his skin, than being pulled under into the depths of his subconsciousness. 

He’d rather open his eyes to see you disentangling your limbs from his, stretching your whole body, arching against him as you yawn. 

He’d rather greet you with a smiling “Good morning, kitten,” waiting for that adorable little crease to appear between your brows when you pout up at him. 

“Did I do it again?” 

He doesn’t hide his grin as he nods, growing wider when you flop back against the cushions with a groan. 

“What exactly?”

“All of it.” 

Your sorry comes out muffled as you hide your face behind your hands. 

“It’s okay,” he says, leaning over you to pull your hands away and kiss the pout off your lips. Caressing that spot under your chin with two fingers, watching you go all soft, baring your throat to him. “I like it.” 

He would much rather wake up like this. 

But it’s been a long week and he’s exhausted. Exhausted enough to get lulled into a deep sleep, encased in the safe cloud of your warm body against his and your touch on his skin. Exhausted enough to dream. And his dreams are not a safe place. 

His eyes fly open with a shout, his whole body jolting upwards, every muscle pulled taut. He doesn’t even register the claws shooting out between his knuckles, all of his instincts screaming at him to fight. 

He’s only faintly aware of the sudden yelp of pain from beside him, the movement of something jerking away from him. 

“Logan,” your voice rings through the buzzing in his ears. Smaller hands landing on his shoulders, fighting to hold him steady. 

It takes a few disoriented blinks before he recognizes the familiar bedroom, a few more deep breaths to stop his body from shaking. To clear the fog in his head enough to understand what you’re saying.

“It’s me, Logan. You’re safe, everyone’s safe, it’s okay.” 

His eyes find yours in the semi-darkness. Wide with worry, but firmly trained on his face, repeating that everything’s okay. He finally registers the familiar weight of you straddling him, understands that it’s your fingers digging into his shoulders. 

He’s still panting, not daring to look away from your face again. The one tether that keeps him from getting lost in his mind again. 

“Are you with me?” you ask, your voice softer now. 

He manages a nod, tries to smile, to wipe the deep worry of your face, but he’s not sure if his mouth even twitches. 

As the feeling slowly returns to his body, he notices something else. A kind of wetness, warm and sticky where your right hand is connected to his skin. The unmistakable tang of iron in the air. He stretches to turn on a bedside lamp, jostling you along with his movement. A quiet whimper hits his ears, so low that he’s sure you tried to suppress it. 

With a new kind of panic surging through him, he grabs hold of your arm, bringing it to his eye level. 

Three scratches ooze in deep red, just beneath your wrist. It forces a gasp from him, eyes dancing frantically between the wounds on your arm and your face. How much blood did you lose already while you were busy helping him? As if he deserved it. 

“Fuck, I’m— I’m so sorry baby, we gotta—” He stumbles over his own words, grasping at you almost blindly, panicked tears blurring his vision. He did this. 

“Logan,” you say, still so inexplicably calm. “It’s fine. Look. It’s fine.” 

You gently pry his fingers off your arm and bring your wrist up to your mouth. Your tongue darts out, drawing long licks against your marred skin, collecting the blood and gliding over the cuts in your flesh. 

It pains him to watch, but it’s the least he can do. The least he owes you. He watches you clean the blood off, watches as the wounds start shrinking at the touch of your saliva, as the skin smoothes over before his very eyes until there’s only three thin marks left, a shade lighter than the rest of your skin. 

“Look,” you tell him again, extending your arm towards him. “I told you it’s okay.” 

He knows you can do this, of course he does. Has watched you multiple times, his fascination with your powers never wavering. How fluidly you move, how quick you attack, how skilled you are at surviving. You just never had to survive him. 

You lean down on top of him until your whole torso rests on his, your thighs still on either side of him, burrowing your head into his chest. “Which war did you dream about?” you ask quietly.

Most of the time, the dreams don’t grant him the mercy to zero in on one single memory. It’s a constant stream, one fight after the other, until all he knows is shouting, fighting, blood and death.

“All of them.” 

You sigh deeply, your breath cool against his sweat-dampened skin. Raising your head a little, you start placing kisses on his chest, pressing your lips into his skin where you can feel the faint beating of his heart.

“I wish I could kiss this better, too,” you mumble. 

He chuckles humorlessly, one hand reaching into your hair to scratch at your scalp. You shudder at the touch, an approving little purr traveling up your throat. 

“It’s okay now,” he mutters, leaning in to inhale the scent of your hair. “Just— I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t be.” 

It sounds so simple, falling from your lips like this. But it’s no match for the aching guilt that’s already eating at him, the questions of what if that start swirling through his mind. 

Your body is growing heavier on top of him as you relax, your breaths evening out and your eyelids fluttering shut. It soothes him, has his own breathing slowing down, but he can’t risk falling asleep again. Not like this, not with your body so close to his.

“What are you— Logan?” comes your instant protest when he moves you to your side of the mattress, your eyes flying back open, wide and mildly confused.

“I could’ve killed you,” he mutters. It could have happened so easily. Just a little deeper, just a slightly different spot. 

“No, you couldn’t,” you quip, arching an eyebrow at him. “Cats have nine lives, remember?” You sneak another quick kiss on his chest before finding his gaze again, a teasing smile on your lips. “Even kittens.” 

It’s an attempt to lighten the mood, to make him laugh. He knows that. You hate the pet name he’s given you. 

“And you’re not gonna waste one on me,” he grits out. 

Hurt flashes over your face, more pain in your eyes than when there was an actual wound on your arm. 

“It wouldn’t be—”

“Don’t you dare say it wouldn’t be a waste.” 

The words come out as a low growl, aggressive enough to send most anyone running. You don’t run. 

Your animal doesn’t like it when he growls at you. He can feel the tension rolling off of you, your hair probably standing on end. Gritting your teeth, you take a deep breath, release your fingers’ grip from digging into the sheets.

“Let’s talk about it in the morning,” you tell him, resignation in your voice. 

Your eyes fall shut again, your head for once resting on your own pillow instead of his chest. He misses the weight of it instantly. You doze off quickly, your hands still pawing weakly at his side, like your body can’t help it. He almost pulls you closer himself. 

While you sleep, Logan forces his own eyes to stay wide open, staring unseeingly into the darkness. 

It’s a quiet day. You had tried talking to him, tried to convince him that it’s okay, that it’s fine. He can’t keep listening to you insisting that him almost killing you is no big deal. He should have known, should have been more aware of the risk instead of letting himself get lost in the blissful sensation of your body curled around his every night. You’ve trusted him so completely, only for him to let you down. 

Just like he always does, the voice in his head whispers.

No matter how many times you swear that you can take care of yourself, he should still be protecting you, not actively putting you in danger while you’re fucking asleep. It’s happened once now, so it can happen again, and he knows that he could never forgive himself. 

He knows that he’s hurting your feelings. Sees how your brows knit together when he barely kisses you back throughout the day. How you bite your lip when the way you’re butting your head against his doesn’t make him chuckle like it usually does. 

He should be angry at himself. He is. But you shouldn’t be the one to catch the brunt of it, and it makes him feel even worse. You always say that he should talk about his feelings more, that it would help to let them out. He suspects that you’re right. He just doesn’t know how.

By evening, you’ve grown uncharacteristically quiet, but he keeps catching your burning glares at him when you think he isn’t looking. Finally, after you’ve stared at him for what felt like an eternity and he’s pointedly ignored you, you seem to snap.

“Can you stop it?!” It leaves your mouth in a hiss, triggering his instincts before the words even register in his brain. 

“Stop what?” he growls back. 

Your fingers curl as a low snarl escapes you. Normally, neither of you lets your animalistic side take over like that. Normally, you’re good at soothing each other. 

But tonight, he can feel the energy crackle between you, the tension begging to be released. 

“You know what! This fucking— sulking or whatever it is you think you’re doing!” 

He rises to his feet, pulling up to his full height. One of your hands twitches. 

“I’m not—” 

You charge at him with an angry shout before another word can leave his mouth. You’re on him in a flash, grabbing onto his arm and letting your momentum carry you until you’re behind him, your nails digging into his shoulders until you’re perched on his backside. 

Whipping his head around, he bares his teeth at you, growls rumbling in his chest. You angrily hiss in his face and swing a hand at him in return, leaving angry red scratches down his cheek. They heal and fade as quickly as they came, but a triumphant grin flashes over your features regardless. 

“Come on, Logan,” you breathe into his ear. The edge in your voice sends fire straight through him. “Fight. You’re not gonna break me.” Your canines nip at his earlobe, somewhere between affectionate and challenging.

He tries shaking you off, but your grip on him only tightens. He collects a fist of your hair instead, pulling harshly to keep your teeth away from his throat. 

“Enough,” he grits, trying desperately to regain control, to become more human again, to smother the primal need to match your aggression. 

He finally grabs hold of one of your hands as well and manages to rip you off his back and in front of him, holding on tight to your upper arms to keep you in place. You’re snarling and twisting in his hold, but he doesn’t let up. 

“Enough,” he repeats, searching your wild eyes. Your movements slow down a fraction, giving him a moment of hope, before you surge forward and bury your teeth in his lower lip. It hurts like hell and he can taste blood on his tongue instantly. 

“Fight me,” you demand again, baring your teeth at him.

He pulls you back by your hair with a roar, gathers both your wrists in one large hand and holds you steady. You could still break free if you wanted to, he thinks. He might be stronger than you, but your movements turn almost liquid when you want to escape, he’s watched it more than once. 

The pain in his lip has already subsided, but his blood is still coating your mouth, a stark contrast against the white shimmer of your teeth. 

“Are you done?” His voice is harsh, his jaw clenched, carefully keeping the desire to strike back at bay. 

You deflate a little, some of the wildness draining from you before his eyes. 

“I just— I’m not fragile, I don’t want you to be scared of— of touching me.” Your voice grows small at the end and he’s horrified to see wetness glistening in your eyes. 

The fight mode leaves him as fast as it came, replaced with the overwhelming urge to care, to protect what’s his. His pack, in a way.  

He gathers you into his arms, curling himself around you. It feels good to hold you close again. Breathing you in deeply, he smells the adrenaline still oozing from you, hears the rapid beating of your heart. But mostly, it’s your unique scent, one that he thinks he could recognize anywhere. His tether to this world. 

“I’m sorry, kitten. I’m not scared of touching you,” he mumbles into your hair. 

You sniffle against his chest, but when you finally raise your head to look at him, new determination is glinting in your eyes. 

“Prove it,” you coo, tracing the shape of his lips with one fingertip. “Please.” 

That he can do. He nips at your finger playfully, your responding giggle the best sound he’s heard all day, before he shoves it out of the way to connect his lips with yours. It’s rough, a clashing of teeth and tongues, the tension that has been building and warping all day finally finding a release. 

You gasp into his mouth when his tongue moves against yours, your hands pulling at his hair, needing him closer and closer still, never close enough. His groan at the taste of you travels through you both as he’s grasping at your clothes. 

He longs for your warm skin under his palms, longs for how you lean into his touch so needy all the damn time. You pull away with a moan, helping him to pull your sweater over your head and stepping out of your jeans as he sheds his flannel. 

You bring both hands up to cup his face, to search his eyes. “Don’t be gentle,” you plead, “please, I need—” 

You don’t have to keep talking for him to understand what you need. I’m not scared of touching you. 

With a growl, his hands find your hips, holding you tight as he’s walking you backwards until your ass connects with the backside of the couch. He crowds you in, paws at every inch of bare skin he can reach, his cock already hard and aching at your soft warmth and the sweet mewls that tumble from your lips. 

Hitching one of your legs up to open you for him, he grinds himself against your barely covered center. A keening sound escapes you at the friction from his jeans against your sensitive flesh and he allows himself a grin. 

“Feels good, kitten?” 

You nod mindlessly, holding onto him and rocking your hips against his while you’re letting him move you however he sees fit. 

“Do you want more?”

“Please, Logan.”

You sound so sweet when you’re like this, when you put your body into his hands. I’m not scared of touching you.

Setting your leg back down, he watches with hunger as you hastily take off your underwear while he pulls the white tank top over his head and opens his belt buckle. He could swear that your pupils dilate a fraction at the sound of it, filling him with a possessive sense of pride. 

As soon as his jeans hit the floor, he’s all over you again, palming the weight of your breasts, tugging and pinching at your nipples as he swallows down your mewls. You’re soaking wet already, covering his cock in your slick as he nudges against your folds. He’s impatient to feel you all around him, to sink into you, to stake his claim again and again and again. 

He normally works you open longer, gives you more time to prepare, but your impatience is just as apparent as his own, with the way you whine and plead for him, your fingers digging into his flesh, trying to pull him nearer. 

He follows your pull, pressing your backside into the couch once more as he crowds your space. Leaning in, he kisses you deeply, licking into your mouth, one hand buried in your hair and holding you close. 

“I love you,” he breathes against your lips as he lets go of you. I’m not scared of touching you.

You smile softly, echoing the sentiment back at him. 

A surprised squeak escapes you when he turns you around suddenly, bending you over the back of the couch. He lines himself up at your dripping entrance, desperate to fill you up, to give you what you’re craving. 

“Not gentle?” he rasps once more, one hand curling around your neck from behind, both in reassurance and dominance. 

“Not gentle,” comes your breathy answer. It breaks off into a shriek of a moan when he slams into you with one long thrust, stretching your tight walls around his length. The sting of his sudden intrusion has to hurt at least a little, but you push back against him eagerly, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. 

Logan holds himself still for a moment, mesmerized by the sight of your squirming body and your needy little sounds, before he pulls out almost entirely, only to push back in forcefully. Your toes barely reach the floor with how far he’s bent you over, lifting you into the air with every harsh thrust, but he’s holding you steady with ease, both hands possessively spanning over your waist, positioning you exactly where he wants you. 

“Taking me so fucking well, like you were made for me,” he growls, gently scratching over your back with his nails. You arch up to chase his touch, tightening around him, almost purring with pleasure. Wetness pours out of you, coating his cock. I’m not scared of touching you. Not when it feels this good. 

“M–more, please,” you whine, blindly reaching backwards to him. 

He leans over you, cages you in, his arms on either side of you, his breath hot against your skin. His teeth sink into the back of your neck, not so deep as to draw blood, but enough that he knows the indents will stay there for quite some time. 

Your whole body goes limp at the sensation, a surprised mewl escaping you as you clench around him wildly. 

“Fuck,” he breathes, his own hips stuttering, “give it to me kitten, come on—” 

He reaches around your hip, fingers teasing through your slick folds and up to your clit, rubbing with slight pressure as he keeps pistoning into your heat. 

“Logan—” you gasp, getting almost impossibly tight, before you shatter around him. He keeps thrusting into you, keeps up his ministrations on your clit, until the pulsing of your cunt around him sends him over the edge as well. He spills his release deep inside of you, the thought of leaving a part of him with you always filling him with a primal satisfaction. 

Pulling you up instantly, he gathers you in his arms, your body soft and pliant against his chest. Walking around the couch and sinking into the cushions to lie down, he gently moves you until your weight is resting on top of him, his embrace wrapping around you.

You stir a little, needing a moment to take in your position. The look of uncertainty that you give him damn near breaks his heart. “Is this okay?” You sound uncertain, too.

God, he’s such an idiot. 

“Yeah, kitten. It’s— fuck, of course it’s okay.”

thank you so so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed, and if you did, a comment or a reblog would absolutely make my day :)

-> part 2!

[joaniscruzing]

reuniting with jinx <3

everyone... that was quite the rollercoaster. but, i choose to believe that jinx is alive. i'm not ready to let go of arcane for a good while, and I'll do my best to upload fics more often, especially with the holiday breaks coming up too, so reel in whatever arcane requests you have! i write for vi, caitlyn, and jinx. i do take smut requests for these characters too if you guys would like to request some...

obviously though, jinx wouldn't leave without finding her amazing gf though... right??

summary: jinx surprises you while you're grieving, and you both escape and go elsewhere.

warnings: angst at the beginning, season 2 act 3 spoilers, kissing, emotional, lots and lots of fluff, I PROMISED A HAPPY ENDING AND DELIVERED

you couldn't believe it. your whole body crumbled to the ground as vi told you the devastating news.

"I'll tell you one thing," vi tried to quip, a small smile on her face, "she went out with a bang."

vi explained that she heard an explosion sound when jinx fell down the vent, and how she guessed she had set off one more bomb. you take vi close to you, hugging her tightly.

"she really did love you, you know." vi admitted, "i think she's just had a lot come her way. and i can't say I'm the most innocent in that realm myself."

you left vi to continue staring at the fireplace, about to leave and go to jinx's workshop, hoping to take a few things to remember her by. you see caitlyn looking at the vent diagram, studying it closely. how could she possibly studying the place where your beloved girlfriend died? you knew that caitlyn had grown to not hate jinx anymore, so you decided to just leave it at that.

after leaving the kiramann mansion, you traversed back to zaun, thoughts racing through your head. had you not done enough? loved her enough? given her a reason to live? you wanted to scream as loudly as you could, and let whatever you were feeling out.

you finally made it to where jinx had her things, and you took a deep breath before entering. this was it.

the once lit-up place was darker and worn-out in her eyes. the once neon, bright-colored place seemed to be dark and empty now. like you without jinx. a tear rolled down your face as you picked up small tools and things, even parts of a flower she was making for you out of scraps. you sat on the floor, looking up at the ceiling, trying to make sense in your head of what you should do next.

"did you really think i was gone, hun?" jinx questions, right behind you. your entire body leaps at the sound of her voice. it can't be.

"jinx?" you ask, shooting your head up and turning around.

"did you really think i was gonna die that easily? now stop moping. we have to get on the hot air balloon."

shocked, you hug jinx quickly before shoving one thing you collected in your pocket. you both start running. hand in hand, you make a beeline in order to get on the next hot air balloon.

"you know what i realized? things aren't so great here, so why don't i just go somewhere else to do my thing? but, i knew i couldn't leave without you." jinx explains while running.

"how did you even get out?" is the only thing you manage to say.

"my shimmer, silly! i got the hell out and escaped through the air vents."

"and how did you get back to zaun?"

"simple hacking and tweaking of the hexgates. nothing special."

you both finally make it onto the airship, jinx holding your hand as you get on so you don't fall. she closes the door behind you.

"so. this is it. any last wishes before we leave forever?"

"my biggest one has been granted," you answer before pulling in jinx for a sweet kiss. you had missed her, as you hadn't seen her for a week or two with everything going on. jinx pulls away, explaining that you two had to go.

"you know, i've always wanted to drive one of these," jinx admits, steering the ship, "i have since i was very young." you notice a new sense of peace in her eyes as she drives the ship. she doesn't seem so... tortured anymore. in fact, she seems free of any past issues.

her newly cut hair blows in the wind, as you go up behind her and hug her waist, your head resting on her shoulder. no matter what the future held, you knew you were going to be happy. as long as jinx was there, you would be at peace.

"i love you," jinx says softly, taking one hand off the wheel to rest on top of yours.

"i love you too."

[mnnuni]

Domestic

Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean's perspective of Sam and Reader's relationship; Sam and Reader are two cutie patooties Words: 1450 Warnings: none, very fluffy Author's note: I actually don't know if I love this or I hate it

A solid faithful relationship into the hunters' field was almost rare: if they were married they were either consummed for loss or full of affairs and if they had boyfriends or girlfriends they will fight for the distance or the different visions of life. And then there was the rarity, the true love cases, the one in which they would share their life of hunters as easily as a piece of bread.

Dean Winchester never really believed in those rareness, never really believed in love in general... that was untill he really saw Sam and (Y/N) together.

Their love started slowly, it was one of that things that people would say "we already knew" when they eventually announced their relationship.

Dean was convinced that Sam's heart decided from the very beginning of their story that he would beat out of his ribcage only for her in his entire life; Dean saw it in the way Sam didn't just pass (Y/N) the milk and sugar for her coffee for her second cup of that day on their first case together, but he put them in her mug while she read out loud some articles for Dean. Sam didn't put much thougth in that action, but when she realized (Y/N) blushed because he remebred the exact order and amount of products she used after only one time.

But Dean also knew that he approved of their relationship when it was him that proposed to Sam to pick the impala and take (Y/N) somewhere special, just because she deserved all the effort his brother could put in a date and even more. Sam wasn't so surprised about that because he also saw how Dean had grown fond of (Y/N), to the point she was the only girl ever that didn't receive the "hurt my brother and I will end you" speech but it was the other way around.

When (Y/N) confined in Dean one night he really wasn't expecting what she was telling him, after more than an year of being officially with Sam.

"I know he loves me" that was her premise, and Dean could have screamed "WE ALL KNOW" but he let her keep going "but sometimes i whish things were easier" at this the Whinchester quirked an eyebrow and Y/N started rumbling then "I'm not saying it isn't easy with Sam, I just want to say that ... there's never a period of peace in our kind of lifes and we all accepted this when we decided to be hunters, but sometimes I find myself of dreaming one night together without running from something or cleaning up eachother scars... I need normality"

Dean knew that this was also Sam's dream, his little brother wanted this since Stanford, but he also knew that both of them needed to hunt because that was what gave them the hope to make the world a better place and the adrenaline that every man and every woman would need to go throu life.

After this conversation with (Y/N), Dean almost ran to Sam to order him to organize something special for his lady; he wasn't surprised to find him already writing a list of things he wanted to do with her, "I know I didn't give her the right amount of attention these past weeks, shoul I go for a picnic or romantic restaurant?". Dean tried not to smile at his answer, even if he really admired how Sam could know how his girlfriend felt withouth even say anithing and his commitment to their relationship; "The picnic is cute, but not for this time of the year. No reastaurant. She needs something calm, be domestic dude"

He left him like this to think of something, he was sure his brother would have find the right thing.

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The next day Sam was adjusting one of the bunker's biggest room, he bought a projector and a too big amount of movies -even if he thought that he could never do too much for (Y/N)-

He asked Dean to help him put her favorite couch in there and order a lot of her favourite snacks.

Dean was really proud of how Sam behaved with (Y/N) and for (Y/N), never saw him so whipped for no-one.

When (Y/N) got out of her shower, she was ready to jump into Sam's bed and sleep for two days if she could; instead she found Dean in the kitchen with a blindfold in his hands, "I promise, you will lovee what you'll see after this" he winked and then put it on her face.

"I swear to God Dean, if you're tricking me..." they were walking a pat she never did in the bunker "oh please you love me too" "if you think so...", Dean stopped her in front of a purple metal door and took the blindfold off "oh i know so" he whispered and then proceeded to walk away from there.

(Y/N) was left to wonder what the hell was going on when Sam opened said door and smiled "Hi", it had the same emotion he carried during their first date, (Y/N) smiled too and got on her tiptoes to give him a light kiss. He grabbed her hand and walked her into the room, she would have cried if she realized sooner everything there was in that room.

"You did all this for me?!"

It was clear in her voice that she was emotional in that moment and Sam hated the fact that she underestimated her value for him, "baby, that's nothing. Perhaps I should have done something sooner when I first started to notice you needed some time alone" "thank you". Sam smiled and gave her a kiss.

When they finally settled onto the couch (Y/N) was analyzing every detail there was in Sam's preparation: he put three blankets on the couch 'cause he knew he was too tall to tall for them both be covered entirely just by one and also added few pillows because (Y/N) loved the fluffy feeling of them while watching a movie; he made a little table with every kind of chips the market sold and four bottles of her favorite soda, on the shelf under it there were two or three packages of cookies too. Sam also organised something like fifteen movies, all divided by genre and number of stars (Y/N) gave them when they first talked about it.

Sam chose the first movie of the night -obviously a musical- and settled next to his girlfriend. She was so fucking happy about all Sam had done for her.

(Y/N) put her head on his chest while Sam's arm was around her shoulders, drawing figures on her arms to make her relax some more.

Dean snuck in after the first two songs of the musical and rested with one shoulder leaned on the doorframe to look at them: they were adorable. At first when they were on their honeymoon phase Dean felt the need to puke every two seconds, but now he loved to look at them from afar and be happy of their happiness

(Y/N) lifted her head to look at Sam: he was so focused on the screen,the lights of the scenes illuminated his face in a way that made his eyes sparkle.

"I love you", she whispered and Sam's face turned instantly. She still blushed when Sam looked at her that way, "and I love you".

Dean didn't see the kiss because he closed the door immediately after his brother said those words, that was another of the things that made Dean root for them: they never said "I love you too", like they had to say it just because or to not be in an embarrassing situation; every time they proclaimed their love for eachother they made sure to let the other know how much they actually loved eachother and how they really believed in what they said with that "I love you".

Sam and (Y/N) watched another movie and a documentary, they finished almost all the chips and sodas. After about the half of the documentary (Y/N) fell asleep snuggled up to Sam, who was massaging her head -he already knew that after one cookie she was about to pass out, so he made sure to get her in the most comfortable position and help with his hands in her hair to allow the sleep to finally set-

Dean never got back in that room, because he knew that they would have fallen asleep eventually. He made himself a burger and drank one too many beers, but it didn't matter because that night Dean too slept so well knowing that his brother and his sister were okay.

[yuurivoice]

A few quick update notes because idk where to conveniently post all of this publicly.

Still mowing through Cameos. I'm about 1/5 of the way through them. Will be working late tonight and tomorrow.

Charlie 4/20 & Bunny Finn Easter probably not happening, or coming later than intended because I've been fighting my brain and body the past week and shit just is not happening on time.

I'm trying to work around scheduled downtime in the coming days as my current booth needs to be disassembled and the new big boy booth is assembled on Thursday. Trying to receive a big ass shipment has also proven complicated, so that's fun!

Other shit still in the pipeline, but maybe there'll be one thing scheduled in the coming days that we can scream about.

Anywho, hell of a time for my shit to go off the rails, this is why I don't like taking commissions at all, even if they're simple...because life happens and I don't like keeping people waiting when my brain and body are so unreliable sometimes.

Most people were able to follow the rules, and those who didn't haven't gone so far out of bounds that I needed to outright reject any of the Cameos, but it definitely does add to the amount of thinking required. The entire reason I went the Cameo message route is because I can pretty easily just see a two sentence prompt and improvise an in-character message covering that subject while keeping it fresh and unique to each character. I literally had someone use the same prompt for three characters and surprise, I could easily give them all a unique vibe without it sounding too similar...hell yeah.

It has largely been a good, fun experience, I just struggle with the sheer mass of all of them (there's 70+ now) and next time I may have to limit the amount of them if there's any hope for me to actually keep turnaround times manageable.

That's a lot of words for what probably sounds like the opposite of a problem (it is a very good problem to have, obviously) but I just wanted folks to know I'm not slapping these on a printing press and churning them out, or reusing sound bytes for similar prompts, etc. Each one is unique and I try to keep a fresh slate in my brain when I tackle them to avoid two people getting a thing that is too similar.

So while yeah, those quick turnaround times were REALLY AMBITIOUS AND UNREALISTIC lol the slower time allows me to do my best and make sure people get a real genuine take out of the character. If I sat down for six hours and did as many as I could, I think by the third hour I would find myself struggling to avoid saying the same shit again and again because many people want similar things. The biggest one, comfort. Because shit is scary and times are hard and a lot of folks feel like they're fighting and fighting and fighting and don't see a light at the end of the tunnel. So I don't want to just...have a bunch of talking points delivered the same way a dozen times within an hour. I want to give y'all something better than that, at least.

Again, the Cameos were an experiment, so I expected some hiccups along the way. It hasn't been bad at all, and it really is nice to be able to give people the exact thing they need to hear at the moment. There's just a lot of it!

Whew. Big yap. Enough procrastination. Thanks for your patience!

[runningfrom2am]

leveling the playing field IX

summary: with nowhere else to go after getting caught cheating to help lucy gray, you both make some desperately stupid decisions.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 2.6k

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). implications and mentions of abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing but that's neither here nor there

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Coriolanus's stomach twisted as he could hear your screams from the hall, even though by then he was all the way on the other side of the school. He thought that was unsettling, only for them to abruptly stop just before he left. The silence that followed was so much worse. He didn't get any sleep, sitting on the roof in Grandma'ams rose garden with Tigris all night, wondering if you were dead.

He was just sick about it, even as he left the following morning, so early that the sun was yet to rise. It was a long, painful ride, and he spent the entire thing certain that you were dead. It was his fault, he had only wanted you to come with him, so he wouldn't be alone, but now he truly is alone and he won't even have you to write to back home. Regardless, he would try.

Rather than sit with the idea that it might even be pointless for him to live another day, especially with this unflattering haircut and a uniform that challenged the discomfort of the academy one, he decided to write to you on a paper he had found bunched between the train seats to ease his mind.

Y/N/N,

I hope you're reading this. I hope this gets back to you at home and finds you safe and sound, and you're sitting over your desk with a textbook open getting ready for university in the fall. That's not what's happening though, is it? You're probably dead. I probably killed you. If you are reading this in your room, or your library, or over my shoulder as I write this because you are only alive in what's left of your spirit, I hope you know that I am sorry. I did it because I wanted you with me, because in the moment I was so sure you'd be better off with me in the districts than you would be at home with your father. I think I was wrong. But I still miss you. You meant more to me than I ever told you. I guess, more than I ever told myself either until these last few weeks.

I think I heard them kill you after I left you with the Dean. If they did, boy, did you go out fighting. I always knew you would. I can't stop writing in case I never get to speak to you again. But again, maybe you're not dead, right?

Please tell me you're not dead.

Yours,

Always yours, your Coryo

He smoothes out the wrinkled sheet as he writes, hand shaking through most of it. He doesn't know if he should even bother sending it, or if he should just fold it up and throw it out the window in hopes that the message will find its way to your ghost. No, he has to send it. Otherwise he'll definitely never know, at least not for twenty years, and he couldn't bear that.

The wind hits the trees into the windows of the train as it rolls along the tracks, demanding that the branches be heard against the glass. It reminds him of you. Then again, what doesn't these days? Maybe it was just you letting him know you had read his letter, and that you forgive him. That would give him a semblance of peace for the rest of the ride.

When you woke up, it was impossible to tell what time it was. You only knew that it was dark, and your bedroom door was locked from the outside when you got up and carefully tried to open it only to be blocked by the mechanism.

"I have half the mind to agree with you on the Avox thing." You hear your dad sigh, his voice echoing from his study just down the hall. Your eyes widen and you try the knob again. Yep, still locked. "But we could always send her to Nine or Ten as a nurse. She's not staying here, that's certain."

"I don't want to push your decision, here, but she was saying she would tell everyone. She knows more than we thought, more details." Highbottom was here too, great.

"No, that's impossible. What did she say?"

"She knows we're selling, likely that you're storing it all here somewhere, and she knows it's enough to be treason. I don't know what else she knows, but it's risky business ever letting her out of that room again. The procedure might be our best option, here." You've heard enough, quickly making for your window instead. It's locked as well, but draping your old uniform over the lever gives you enough freedom to crush it with a particularly heavy, hardcover textbook without making much noise.

You change quickly, grabbing a few essentials that you could fit into your book bag, then climb out the window and slide down the back porch column before making as quiet of an escape as possible. Adrenaline carried you a few blocks away, but now, you were unsure what to do. You couldn't return, and you couldn't be seen, and you had a tragic shortage of friends at the moment. You find your feet carrying you toward the building you know Coriolanus lives in.

You're not particularly excited to see him, but with no other options, you're sure you can find it in yourself to be forgiving just this once. You could go to Sejanus's family home, but it's not far enough away, and you're not sure what his father would say. He'd probably call your dad in a second and it would all be for naught- you couldn't risk it. So, Coryo's it was.

You enter the building, walking straight for the elevator. He was in the penthouse, so you just have to hit the very top button and figure it out from there. You've never been to his home before, but he's talked about it plenty. Enough that you could find your way there, at least.

You groan when you quickly realize the elevator doesn't work, looking over at the stairs. It's a tall building, so you've got a long way to go. You wonder how he does this every day as you climb up set after set of stairs, taking note of how the walls are basically crumbling around you.

You knew he didn't have money, that he couldn't eat, but you didn't think he lived like this. No wonder he was so thin, and no wonder he still had any muscle left on his body. It was these damn stairs. That couldn't be it though, that wouldn't explain how his shoulders just seemed to go on for miles- maybe he had some kind of workout routine you never knew about.

You're drawn from your thoughts when you reach the top of the last staircase, hesitating to open the industrial looking door in front of you. Just beyond that was the front door to the Snow penthouse, and now that you're here, you're not sure what to do. Do you knock? You don't even know what time it is.

You sit by the door, deciding to think it over for a bit. It doesn't take you long to fall asleep leaning up against the wall where it meets the dusty floor.

Waking up, you're met with a gasp. "Y/N?" You blink open your eyes, seeing Tigris crouched in front of you, forehead creased with worry. "Are you okay? What are you doing here?"

"Tigris, hello." You mumble, gathering yourself to stand up as she helps you. "I, uh, I didn't know where to go, so..."

"Okay, okay. Come in for a second." She nods, holding your shoulder as she guides you back into the apartment. You squint at the sunrise through the large bay windows, she must have been on her way to work. "Can I get you anything? Some tea? You must be freezing..." She says, immediately shuffling into the kitchen.

"No, no. It's fine. Thank you, though." You insist, trying not to stare at the state the apartment has fallen into.

"Okay, well, please, take a seat. Tell me what's going on."

You nod slightly and move to sit down at their dining table where she joins you, reaching out for your hand which you gratefully take. "Did Coriolanus leave already?" You ask and she nods, giving you a sad smile.

"I must admit, I'm relieved to see you." She says, taking you by surprise. "Coryo thought you were dead. He was just so torn up about it, he said it was his fault but he wouldn't tell me why. I was expecting to see your passing in the papers this morning."

"Well, my days are numbered." You sigh, looking out the window again. The view was stunning. Maybe you would prefer a penthouse to your own large, empty feeling home. "My father and Dean Highbottom were discussing turning me into an Avox as a pity punishment, and I don't doubt that my father would rather bury me than have that on his name. I didn't stick around to hear their decision."

Tigris listens intently, squeezing your cold hands between her own. "And now, I don't know what to do. I had nowhere to go, I'm so sorry to intrude-"

"No, my goodness, please. You are always welcome here." She assured you. "But... what will you do?"

"I have to leave." You nod to yourself. "I have to leave and I can't come back, can I?"

"One day I'm sure it will be safe for you to return." She says, notably trying to put a positive spin on it. "I'll tell you what-" She stands quickly, going over to a hall closet and pulling out a large fur coat. "Take this, it can hide you and keep you warm. Take the next train to Twelve, that's where Coryo went." She places the coat in your lap. "He'll be ecstatic to have you and see that you're well."

You nod, standing up and pulling it on in a hurry. It was a beautiful coat, you could tell it was real fur. This must have belonged to one of their mothers. "Thank you, Tigris."

"There's another train headed there in about twenty minutes, if you rush you can make it. I had to check the schedule last night for him. Don't buy a ticket, just climb in a transport car from the opposite side, not the platform." She instructs you hurriedly,

You dig in your bag as you both head for the door, pulling out a handful of money and rifling through it to give some to her. You'll need some, but she will too.

"Here, Tigris. Take this." You say as she holds the door for you, and she instantly is shaking her head.

"No, no. I couldn't." She smiles awkwardly, waving a hand at you. "You'll need it more than I do, Coryo will be sending us cheques."

You smile at her understandingly, holding it out to her again. "If not for your help, then for this lovely jacket. Please take it. I insist."

Tigris sighs, taking it from your hand before pulling you into a hug which you gladly return. "Tell him we love him, okay?"

"He knows," You say, chin resting on her shoulder. "But I will."

It was dark again when your train reached its final stop, and you were curled up under the coat trying to sleep. You scramble to get up, having to bolt from the train before anyone came to unload the car.

Unfortunately, you didn't get the privilege of having a place to stay when you arrived, so once you're out of sight of the train, the best you can do is wander.

You don't have to wander long before you hear music. You didn't realize people were happy here, so the sounds of laughter and shouting and dancing coming from inside what looked to be an abandoned building made you tilt your head at the idea. Maybe you would just sit outside, around the side of the building where you won't be seen and you can listen.

You don't even get the chance to sit before you hear the singing start. It's Lucy Gray. You mentally scold yourself for not thinking of her sooner as you stand again quickly, finding yourself quite lightheaded. You must be hungry. Maybe there will be some food inside, or maybe you can find talk to Lucy Gray and maybe she'll let you stay with her. Just until you get yourself situated here.

Clutching your new coat tightly around yourself you walk in after attempting to dust off and salvage your clothes. Your favourite skirt and shoes took quite a beating throughout the day, and you're disappointed, to say the least. Hopefully Lucy Gray has a washing machine, but you doubt it. Did these people even know what a washing machine is? By the look of everyone in the room, the answer was a definite no.

Sure enough, Lucy Gray was on stage, singing her heart out. You had never seen her smile so wide, of course, and the kids surrounding her onstage were just as talented as she was at all their instruments. You've never seen live music like this before, only classical or opera where everyone sat quietly and listened until the end. This environment was entirely new to you.

Not wanting to interrupt, you wait until Lucy Gray steps offstage and her spot is replaced with a little blonde girl who couldn't have been older than ten.

"Give it up for the amazing Lucy Gray Baird!" The girl shouts into the mic, gesturing to your friend before more music started to play. "She'll be back, she's just taking a little break, but until then, you lot are stuck listenin' to me."

This is your chance. You push through the crowd and step into the hall you saw Lucy Gray go down. "Lucy Gray?" You call out hopefully, watching your step as to not roll a heel. In hindsight, these shoes were not ideal for the journey you took, but your options were limited by a time crunch.

"Lucy Gray?" You ask again, turning a corner and peeling into a large open room. It's a few moments before your eyes land on her, and she turns to face you having heard you walk in.

"Oh my days, I thought I recognized that voice!" She smiles, opening her arms and running up to you. "Y/N, my word, what are you doin' here?" Her excitement fades quickly into concern as she drops her arms from around you.

"Long story..." You chuckle nervously, pulling at your coat again as she nods for you to continue. "We got caught, for the compact. And the snakes, somehow. Coriolanus put our handkerchiefs that you used in the tank so they wouldn't attack you, I guess. I didn't know. Then they pulled us out of class the next day, he told them it was me, so then I put up a fight and they sedated me. When I woke up I was at home and they were talking about having my tongue cut out and turning me into one of those servants but I'm sure my dad would rather have me dead. So," You sigh, trying to summarize it as quickly as possible. "I ran."

Lucy Gray shook her head, mouth agape in shock at all the information she just took in. "Okay, wait... So they were going to kill you?"

You nod.

"But that teacher of yours seemed so nice."

"Sorry?"

"Yeah, he gave me some money and escorted me into the train himself."

You scoff, shaking your head. "He's never liked either of us, but that's only because I have dirt on him. I don't know what Coryo did."

"Well," Lucy Gray sighs, rubbing your shoulders gently. "I'm glad you're here. That you're safe."

"You too." You smile. "Can I just say, too, we were so proud of you. We were so lucky to be your mentors."

"I count myself the lucky one." She grins. "Let's move on, shall we? On the up and up."

"Yes, sounds lovely." You grin at her.

"Can I get you some water? Liquor? What do you need?" She asks, turning at that and going over to a bench in the middle that had a few water bottles.

"I would love some water." You breathe out, joining her and sitting down as she hands one to you.

"Lucy Gray, could I ask you for a really big favour?" You say after taking your first sip.

"Please." She nods.

"Can I stay with you?"

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hi grudges!! how have u been <3 hope you're doing well. i have a scenario/question! how do you think sam being late bloomer reader's first kiss would play out? sending you love!

hii anon :D i am doing well, trying to drag myself kicking and screaming back into writing consistently (it's...slow going) bc i'm hoping to have something to put out for sam's birthday next week. anywayyss sorry it took me so long to get to this ask, but i actually really enjoyed it and wanted to do it justice bc i can absolutely 100% relate. late bloomers unite guys!! and i sort of never learned how to shut up (943 words under the cut by the way) so i'm gonna put a little keep reading cut here lol and this is also not proofread very well. so pls excuse any spelling mistakes thx :)

so first of all, the thing that i think is extremely important to understand about sam when it comes to this sort of thing: he's a romantic. maybe you're a hunter, too, maybe the two of you met in the middle of a case and decided to team up. or maybe, he met you on a hunt, the victim of whatever creepy crawly the brothers were taking care of this time. either way, the two of you have been flirting since the moment you met, just little hints and subtle comments, but obvious all the same. but you—you're just a little hesitant. nervous, like you're not quite sure how to go about it, like it's something you've only ever seen, never actually done. sam can tell; it's obvious in the sweetest way, and he's never been more endeared in such a short amount of time. it's almost exciting, reminds him of the grand, swooping romances he used to read, hidden so dean couldn't make fun of him for it. but it also means he really, really wants to do this right, to make it special for you.

he asks you out on a date. a real date, fancy dinner, fancy clothes (think provenance, the date with one sarah blake? yeah, he's going all out). he pulls out all the stops, gathers up all his spare cash, bullies dean into handing over the keys to the impala for the night. he shows up at your door—early, because on time is late—his arms laden with the prettiest bouquet of flowers you've ever seen. he carefully transfers them to your arms, smiling all the while until he finally says, "you look really beautiful."

you can feel your cheeks begin to heat, ducking your head on a soft, flustered little laugh. "these are really beautiful," you tell him, in maybe the most unsubtle deflection ever. and then you invite him inside, just for a second. just until you can find a vase to keep them in, because even if you'd said it just because you were flustered, the flowers really are gorgeous (although, you think you'd probably want to keep them even if they were the ugliest things you'd ever seen. sam had given them to you, after all). when you get to the car, sam opens your door for you.

the date goes very well, though you didn't expect any less. sam is, of course, overwhelmingly sweet and charming, but you already knew that. you know what he does, whether you're a hunter as well or not, so he tells a few stories (nothing heavy. just...the funny stuff. the mostly not scary, makes him seem really brave stuff. he really, really doesn't want to scare you off), and you tell a few of your own. he asks a lot of questions, and it's clear that he's really listening, obvious that he genuinely wants to get to know you. and he answers the questions you ask him, though he's maybe not quite as good at the answering as the asking. but he's trying. and when the two of you walk out of the restaurant together, you feel really good. more than good, you feel hopeful. you like him, a lot. and it seems to you, at least, that he really likes you too.

he walks you to your door, and it's so, so cheesy, but you hesitate at the top of the steps. it's just that you don't really want to say goodbye. maybe you've been on dates before, but certainly none as good as this one. none that made butterflies swarm your stomach, none that made your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. but when you open that door, the night's over. and you're not sure you're ready for that, not yet.

sam notices. of course he does; he's scarily perceptive. and he's not really ready for the night to be over either. so he takes a step forward, just barely crowding into your space, and he tucks a finger under your chin, tilts your face up just a touch. and then he leans down until his face is millimeters away from yours, until you can feel his breath on your lips when he mutters, "is this okay?"

you don't really trust your voice right now, sure that it will give away your nerves and your excitement and your longing. even the hummed little, "mmhmm," that you let out instead is high pitched and nervous. sam's hand is cool against your heated cheek when he cups your face in his hand.

"good," he breathes, before finally pressing his lips to yours. the kiss echoes through you in a cascade of sparks and fluttering butterflies, and your eyes shut almost instinctually, before you can even remember that's what you're supposed to do. his lips are soft against yours, his hand solid and grounding against your cheek, and it's perfect. it's everything you ever dreamed it would be.

the kiss isn't chaste, not really, but it's something close to it. like sam wants to take this slow, even as you lean forward to chase his touch as he pulls away. when you flutter your eyes open, you see him smiling at you. his thumb brushes your cheekbone. "i'll see you later?"

almost dazed, you nod, staring after him as he waves and makes his way back down the steps, towards the car. "yeah. see you...later."

your lips buzz with the memory all night, until you wake up to a message from sam the next morning. 'so how soon can i see you again?'

as your stomach flips and flutters, you get the feeling you're going to become well acquainted with those butterflies pretty soon.

[allthingsfangirl101]

Always Second Place – Charlie

I met Charlie a year ago. I was photographing his boss, Rick, for the magazine. In between outfit changes that took way too long for a man and Rick screaming at me, Charlie and I actually spent a lot of time talking. By the end of the incredibly long day, we had exchanged numbers.

We texted on and off for the next week. At the end of the week, Charlie asked me out on a date, but because of both of our schedules, we didn't go out for another week.

Our jobs kept both of us busy, but it worked for us. Until things started slowing down at the magazine. There's always one month after we publish the summer issue that I get a break. This time, it ended up being the month of our anniversary.

When Charlie found out, he gushed about taking an entire week off, going on a romantic cruise, and spending time together with no phones and no bosses. Well, it's the last week of the month, officially our anniversary, and no big trip has been planned. I expected at least a text this morning, but I haven't received anything yet.

I was just starting to worry that he had forgotten about our anniversary when he called me. I forced myself not to get excited as I answered.

"Hey, you," I said softly.

"Hey, gorgeous," Charlie's sweet voice came through the phone. "You busy today?"

"Nope," I said, slightly clearing my throat.

"Dinner and a show?"

"Wait, what?" I asked, completely caught off guard.

"I know I've been busy lately," he said, his voice slightly dropping, "but I want to make it up to you. I'll text you the address, and then after we will go to a five-star restaurant."

"That sounds amazing."

"It's what you deserve," he chuckled. "That and more. I love you."

"I love you too, Charlie."

* * * * *

I walked into the auditorium and my stomach sank. This was not a fancy expensive show. I walked down the aisle between the seats, my embarrassment rising with each step. I was embarrassed for two reasons: I was way overdressed for a middle school production, and I had actually believed that Charlie was taking me somewhere nice.

"There you are," Charlie laughed as he jumped up. He pulled me in to kiss me, but I turned my head, making him kiss my cheek. "Everything okay, baby?"

"Is this. . . Is this Rick's son's show?" I asked, my heart in my throat.

"I know it's not the most romantic show, but we can still go to dinner after," he tried to make me feel better.

"Are you serious?" I asked, my anger building. "Our big anniversary date is tickets to see some middle school play so your boss can prove he's not a crappy father?"

"Our big anniversary. . ."

"You forgot," I said, my voice breaking as tears filled my eyes.

"No," he said quickly as he grabbed my hands. "Well, I did but. . ."

"Happy one-year anniversary, Charlie," I said, my voice breaking as I pulled my hands out of his. "Have fun sucking up to your boss instead of spending time with your girlfriend."

* * * * *

"Umm, Ms. Y/N?" One of my assistants hesitated to say.

"Yes?"

"There's someone here to see you."

I turned around and instantly saw Charlie walking over with a large bouquet of flowers.

"Hey, gorgeous."

"What are you doing here?"

"There are some things that I need to say to you," he sighed. "Things I need to apologize for. . ."

"Rick let you come by?" I challenged, crossing my arms over my chest.

"He gave me ten minutes," Charlie chuckled. His smile fell when I didn't laugh along. "I'm kidding, baby. I told him I needed the afternoon off."

"Did you lie and say you were running some errands for him?" I scoffed.

"No," he said, his face falling more. "I told him that I needed the afternoon off to fix things with us."

"And he let you?"

"Not exactly," he shrugged. "When I asked for the afternoon off, he started screaming at me, telling me not to fall in love because it's a trap. Eventually, I cut him off and told him I was going to make a better effort. I also said that if he had made a better effort with Kiki, maybe she would've stayed with him."

"Damn," I sighed. "And he didn't kill you?"

"He threatened to," he smiled. He took a step closer to me, put the flowers down on a nearby table, and gently grabbed my hands. "He didn't hurt me," he reassured me. "But he did tell me that if I chose my girlfriend over him, I could spend the rest of the year with you because I was fired."

"He. . . He fired you?" I stuttered as I pulled my hands out of his. "Charlie, what were you thinking?! You love your job. You could've talked to me after work. You work a lot but. . . I would've eventually called you back. I think. I mean, I was pretty angry. Whatever. It doesn't matter. What matters is the fact that you didn't have to do that."

"It was easy," he cut me off, grabbing my hands again. This time, he pulled me into his chest. "You mean so much to me, Y/N. I never should have made you feel like you were second place to my job. You're not. You're first place. You're always first place in my life. You always will be. I will never make you feel second place again. I promise."

Charlie leaned in and delicately pressed his lips to mine. Without breaking the kiss, I wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt him smirk as he wrapped his arms around my waist. Charlie slowly broke the kiss.

"I should get going," he whispered. "You're at work."

"Actually," I quickly grabbed him before he could walk away, "one of my assistants called in sick. What do you think about hanging out the rest of the day?"

"I would love to sit back and watch my badass girl work," he smirked as he leaned and kissed me.

"Y/N, the model keeps complaining about the outfit!" My other assistant yelled. Charlie and I broke apart with a small chuckle.

"Coming!" I yelled back. I looked over at Charlie to see him smiling down at me.

"Since you're the boss, do you think we could sneak out a little early to go to dinner?" Charlie asked. "I owe you a romantic anniversary date."

"I think we can wrap things up quickly."

"Perfect," he laughed. "Lead the way, boss."

[reigraceee]

Notes from a first-time severance viewer: Woe's Hollow edition

aka: a day one Mark x Helly shipper goes on the biggest emotional rollercoaster of the season

part one / prev part / sev notes tag

So basically, what I've been doing is sharing my experience and notes from going into Severance blind. And if you know anything about my thoughts on previous episodes, you'd know that I'm a huge fan of Mark and Helly. So. This was a wild episode for me.

Now, unfortunately because I was binge-watching, I never took a moment to reflect and realize that Helly was not actually the Helly I knew. So... the reveal in this episode absolutely killed me lol.

Obviously, my experience is different because I got to binge the season, and thus I'd like to know what other people thought of the episode! Let me know what you thought watching Woe's Hollow in the notes!

^While the whole show has elicited a lot of confusion from me, this ep was the most wild lol. This was the first time the innies were getting to experience the outdoors (not counting the OTC) which is cool, but I wish they explored that more. Then again, there was enough going on in this episode.

^*insert meme of the monkey looking away awkwardly*

I genuinely (and this is embarrassing to admit because I'm pretty aromantic and spend a lot of time complaining about how there's too much romance in media) spent the first few episodes of s2 just waiting for Mark and Helly to kiss lol. What can I say? They're special to me. Partly because I see a lot of myself in them, but Severance kind of was/is the markhelly show to me, especially on first watch. Now of course I love all of Severance and I've since taken time to rewatch and digest everything so that I can properly appreciate other aspects, but I just love Mark and Helly so much and they were forefront in my mind lol.

^turns out the actors were actually filming outdoors which must have been a fun change in scenery lol

^I think I typed this down when Irv was creeping and watching Mark and Helly from behind a tree or something weird like that, idk. I think at this point I'd noticed enough of Helly's odd behavior to be suspicious of her, although I hadn't really stopped to put it all together. I *do* remember wondering if Lumon did something to change her or if there was another influence at play, but I never seriously considered that Helly was actually Helena.

The difference between binge watching and waiting weeks at a time, is that instead of trying to answer questions with theorizing and reflecting, I just tried to move forward as much as possible to find out what happens next lol. So, my experience was definitely way different than those who spent months digesting and growing a relationship with the show.

^You know what? First of all, I called it. Second of all, I still want to know where Miss Huang and Mr. Milchick went! It really keeps me up at night, the way they just disappeared.

^*insert meme of the monkey looking away awkwardly*

This was the scene where she went to visit Irving in his tent. I was basically yelling at the scream for Helly to tell Irving that she was an Eagan in my blissful ignorance.

Also, I was really puzzled by this scene. I remember thinking "Would Helly make a snow animal?" because while it was really cute and all, it really felt out of character. Not out of character in a bad way (like the way she suddenly turned into a gaslighted) but just in a way that felt a little off.

Anyways, thankfully the real Helly isn't a gaslighter, because I was getting really frustrated with her in these first few episodes. It felt like a character assassination, and I was really confused lol.

^Ok but seriously!! I got the impression that the book was supposed to be about the two brothers but then the twin got killed off in chapter two! I just want to know how much wilder the plot could get please.

^*insert meme of the monkey looking away awkwardly*

Why did I even say that?? My goodness, I'm dead lol

I guess because I was getting evil vibes from Helly? Which I mean if I'd just thought about it for a second more maybe...

^This is sad, but I got really excited lol. The realization I had later was the BIGGEST letdown. I was just trying to ignore the signs and root for these two smh. And it was an especially big deal for me to be so excited, because (like I said before) I usually hate romance plots. These two were so specially to me and I just wanted it to be real lol

^I was getting so bothered by Helly and I could not with her lying. I felt like I was trying SO HARD to be team Mark x Helly and Helly was ruining it by being a little liar. I guess I just thought Helly was ashamed and needed to talk things out. But now that I know the difference between Helly and her outie, I really don't think Helly could ever be this bothered by things. Not in this way at least. Helly is headstrong and upfront. Whenever she has a problem, she's always quick to express it. Helly's honestly a really great communicator.

^See, besides my annoyance with Helly lying, I also feared that their relationship was doomed because of the reintegration. I was pretty much just trying to get what I could before it all completely fell apart lol

^me crashing out, still completely oblivious, while Irving was figuring it out lol

^So the fun part of binge-watching things is that reveals hit you right over the head. I mean I felt that. When Mark gets all piss-y in the next couple of episodes, I totally understood because I experienced the same grief firsthand lol. I mean truly, I gasped so hard I had to take a few moments to catch my breath again. It all came crashing down on me so hard. It was like this revelation of "Oh! of course!" with a sprinkle of extra confusion because I didn't understand what Helena was trying to achieve. I mean, to this day I'm still trying to decipher what her game is, but it was extra confusing then.

^I WAS HAVING SO MUCH FUN UNTIL I WASN'T

At this point I was just very broken hearted because all the progress I was waiting for in Mark and Helly's relationship was just thrown away. I was certain my ship was dead lol. Also, I guess I was too devastated to notice that they killed Irving, because I was really confused as to what happened to him when I started the next episode. I owe him a formal apology.

I'm sorry Irving. You knew better than I did. My feelings for them kept me from seeing objectively. I'm ashamed I couldn't figure out that my favorite character got replaced by her evil twin :'(

Personally, I think this is one of my favorite episodes (if not THE favorite). The reveal was really cool for me, and it was really fun to watch the mystery of why Helly was acting weird unfold. Theorizing is fun and all, but there's something about the whiplash I experienced this episode that I wouldn't trade for any other experience lol.

[ebonysplendor]

Greedy For You (DEMO) Review 🍸

TL;DR: You ever have, like, really specific intentions with someone, but they just keep delaying the process? Like, bitch...is we fuckin' or what? Lol, I'm kidding. This guy actually wants to eat us, but it's like, eat what, ya know? Ahaaaaa....but, yeah, no, he-- he actually does want to devour us, which is not good lmao.

Game Link: https://mimimaofur.itch.io/greedy-for-you

Notable Features: Self-Insert, Selectable pronouns, Yandere LI, Supernatural LI, Short and Sweet gameplay Spiciness: 0/5 -- Nothing wholesome, but nothing intimate or affectionate other LI Red Flags: 1.25/5 -- Drugged us and implied stalking, but compared to the other yanderes? He's pretty tame. We could kick his ass...in theory. Literally? Probably not.

Wanna know more? Well, let's get into it!

Reviews being done in a relatively close span like the old days?! Whaaaaaaat? But, respectfully, don't get used to it lmao. Life be kickin' my ass sometimes. Thankfully, it's not typically anything bad; I'm just still learning a lot about being an adult, and I'm still getting adjusted after all these years. Lmaooooo disregard ALL of that...except that last part actually. I had this drafted for weeks, never edited it/finished it, so I never posted it until now. I wish I could say that I'm lying but--

I'm completely deadass. I'm extremely notorious for pulling that, y'all have no idea...

Anyways! Fun fact! Actually, two. First fun fact, I found this one on Tumblr! The dev seemed really excited about their creation, and I am a simple girlie. I see an unstable man with some kind of unhealthy affection towards me, so I downloaded it lol. Second fun fact...I played this at work lmao.

Yes, you read that correctly. I played this visual novel -- and drafted out some of this review -- on the company clock. Do I feel bad about it? Hell nah, and I'd honestly do it more often, but I can't always trust that I won't get flustered or let out a squeak of surprise or something, so it's risky for me. I was lowkey playing with my life lol.

No, you don't understand. If I ever get into the whole "Ooh, let me STREAM this" thing or someshit, it'd literally just be me making side comments to myself, drooling over CGs, screaming about a totally expected character death, and clutching my pearls over a minor jumpscare. Actually, third fun fact: I clutched my pearls at work lmao. There was a part that caught me off guard, and my soul got trapped in my throat. Like, where I work is pretty quiet, and there would've 1000% been an echo had I released that sound, and let me tell ya', it was a-brewin'.

Okay, clearly I am yapping about the wrong things and not about this game, which I'm super excited for the full release of, but I guess that means you'll have to stick around for the review portion to know why I'm so hype in the first place. To avoid anymore yappin', I'll go on and tell you as much about this game as possible without ruining the game itself. Bear in mind that the demo is pretty short, so the summary will be as well, but I'm still going to avoid telling you as much as I can!

Enough of that, though; let's get into it!

So boom.

We are failing at life BIG time.

Lmao great opener, amiright? But, no seriously. Things just...really suck, and the reality of that is really starting to set in. We had pretty much gone out on our own, as adults tend to naturally do, and all we've managed to do is either do nothing to progress towards our goals OR we've done the exact opposite of our goals. What makes this worse is that this was supposed to be a whole "Prove them wrong" type thing, and, right now, they couldn't have been more right. Great. Fantastic even. So how do we deal with these adult sorrows?

With adult solutions, of course. We drink.

Now, admittedly, this was a little bold on our end, but once we get a few too many drinks in us, we, frankly, start bitching to this random guy who had the misfortune of sitting next to us. We vent and rant and rave about how this game of life is essentially unfair because some people spawn in with the hacks and cheats. What are those hacks and cheats? Connections and money, of which we have neither, and it's very clearly apparent. Meanwhile, homie is just over here like:

**intense side-eye** "...K."

Despite this though, he keeps the conversation going, but it doesn't really seem like it's for us. He had this look to him that was just...lowkey unsettling. At the same time though, we were so relieved to just have the opportunity to tell someone what had been on our mind throughout all this crap that we had been going through, so we overlook that predatory look that he had going on.

Like I said, though, this guy wasn't engaged in this conversation for us; it was for him, and it was obvious that he found some kind of amusement from the types of things that he said. Not to mention Mr. "Being a loser? Can't relate" is belittling the hell out of our situation.

"You're being a crybaby", he says.

"You're whining for nothing", he says.

Like, really. Who says that kind of shit to a person they don't even know? Then again, to be fair, who just randomly starts trauma dumping on a random stranger?

We have a bit more dialogue before he's just like "You can just stay with me at my place. I'm barely there anyways".

...Okay, first of all, that's already suspicious as hell. Second of all, he calls us a whiner and a crybaby, but then proceeds to help us? Again, that's suspicious as hell. We lowkey call him out on this, and, of course, he starts backpedaling.

"I-- I was...just saying that that's what most people would think. I don't personally think that!...**ahem**. So are you going to come stay with me, or nah?"

Yeah...yeah, no, this is super sus. I mean, why would we even trust this guy? We don't even know his name.

Then again, our place is...run down, to say the least. Are we really so desperate as to stay with this random guy just so we have a fighting chance at this life thing?

"...How much?"

"No money. It's more of a...symbolic fee, that I have in mind."

We may not be desperate enough to stay, but we sure are desperate enough to seriously consider it.

Let me tell ya, this is a damn solid start to this thing!

I honestly don't have much to say or ramble about other than that the demo was very intro-y, which isn't a bad thing at all. This had the literal flow of a prologue before you get into the actual story. It gives you just enough backstory and interaction to get your feet wet before you actually dive into the story itself. The pacing was done really nicely, and the yandere character is making its appearance with the subtle shadiness, and pastel red flags, and those "Hmm...that's suspicious. That's weird" moments.

It's a relatively short playthrough, which is totally fine for a demo, of course, but damn, do I wish there was more. Like I said, it has a damn solid start, and I'm honestly really vibing with it, and I'm tryna see what this totally-not-a-demon dude is about. Like, I'm just really excited about what this game has to offer and how everything is gonna pan out.

Anyways, short game, so short rambles. If it wasn't obvious, I do recommend a casual little playthrough of this game, just don't fall in too deeply because it's the definition of "short and sweet". It pulls you in just enough, and it's honestly such a tease. Also, if you don't play it, how are you gonna find out what homie's name is? By looking at the tags lmao. Not to mention, you're reading this and the link is conveniently right here and just waiting in you to click on i-- No?! Don't skip over it?! Look, I'll put it right here, too, but now you really don't have an excuse, because it's been provided to you twice in this one paragraph alone.

But seriously though, you'd be lowkey missing out if you didn't at least give it a chance. I mean, come on, it's like...maybe 20 -- I'll say 30 minutes of playthrough for accuracy purposes, but it really is short, and it's taking you longer to bob and weave this link that I've slipped in for you again than it would for you to download and play through it. Just give it a chance. And then--!! After you play it, slide into the dev's comment section and give them some encouraging words. Tell them something like, "Hiya! So this game you made? There's something to this, and it means something to me. Actually, it means everything to me...I'm obsessed. ...So, anyways! Update or nah?"

Oh! By the way! Just as a heads up, when you first load into the game, it'll look like this:

If you've played, like, a ton of visual novels, then you know how to navigate this screen whether it's in a different language or not. Just in case you don't, though, just click that third option from the top. After that, you'll just go to the bottom left and (kinda near -- but not super close or anything -- to what would be the "return" button), you'll see the only English word; it'll, quite literally, say "English". Click on that, and everything will be creamy peaches ... that sounds ... nevermind.

Anyways, I've met my yap quota for the day. Again, please give this game a try! But other than that, the biggest and fattest preesh for making it this far! I always appreciate it when you guys take the time to read my rambling and unsolicited opinions. Please, remember to drink water, don't be dumb, and --

<3

Hope to see you around~!

Greedy for You

[bbyvrtx]

This is where we part 2/2

Part 3 of Vance Hopper X Reader | Friends to Enemies | Warnings: (slight mention) Not eating, self-neglecting, Cursing, ANGSTY ANGST, A/N: I've made this a lot longer cause- yeah.

Vance Hopper POV It has been 3 weeks since I had last spoken to them. I fucked up.. I really did. I see them walk past the Grab N' Go everyday, sometimes they even come in and get a snack or something to drink.

Their face looked so numb, so hurt. And knowing that it was ME who made them like that, made me angry with myself.

I usually don't care that I hurt others feelings, but with Y/n it was different. Something about them screams "I care" or "It's okay Vance". Now all i hear is "Fuck you", "I wish I never met you", "You hurt me, now I will forget you exist"

Did they actually forget I exist?...

Late that day in the school hallway, I saw Y/n walking my direction.

Did they just.. wave?

I go to wave back, that's when two kids with brown hair wave back. Shit

That was fucking embarrassing...

When Y/n walked past me, they didn't even acknowledge me. As if I wasn't there- even bumped into my shoulder.. and didn't apologize. If it was anyone else, I would have bashed their head into the locker repeatedly. But it was Y/n... The only person I- kinda liked being around. And MY dumbass had to go fuck it up. No..

They had to be in the wrong too!.. Right? getting in my face. asking that question.

I like them.. but do I... Like- Like them?

Fuck Vance.. Get yourself together..

Y/N POV

Pfft- he thinks i waved at him??. After what he did? Really? Jeez-

"Hey, Finney. Hey Gwen!" I shout to them, walking their direction. As I do that, I bump into Vance. Shit.

I tense up slight, thinking he's gonna do something. I accepted my fate.

I was going to die if he called me out on it. I didn't want to speak to him. I didn't want to acknowledge him. But when he just huffed then walked away. It made me feel a little bad..

No. pull your fucking self together Y/n.

He said shit to you, that he knew would hurt you. He didn't care... Did he?

Random POV

Y/n and the Blake siblings walked to class together. Gwen parted off to go to her class, and you walked with Finney to ya'lls class. Y/n knew about Finney's bullies. They knew that they picked on Finney in the boys bathroom. Finney asked Y/n how they knew, Y/n simply said that Robin told them.

"Jeez.." FInney mumbled. "Hey.. look on the bright side, Finn. As long as me and Robin are here, they wont fuck with you. And if Robin isn't here, I'm sure I will be. We got your back, Finney." Y/n told him, It made him feel a little better.. considering he didn't really know how to fight, on the other hand. Y/n and Robin try teaching him when they can.

"Thanks Y/n/n" Finney gives them a half smile as he parts off to his seat in the classroom and y/n does the same.

Moose was sitting behind Y/n in the classroom. He'd kick the back of their chair every now and then. He even had the guts to grab a pair of scissors and cut a piece of Y/n's hair. Y/n felt their hair being touched so they turned around and saw Moose with a shit eating grin with both the scissors and a piece of their hair.

Y/n saw black, then the next thing they knew, the teacher was pulling them off Moose's unconscious body with tears running down their face. "Fuck you, you goddamn cocksucker!"

(time skip to lunch/detention)

Y/n huffed as they sat down in one of the chairs in the classroom. That's where they saw Robin. "What you in for?" Robin asked, sitting down next to them.

"Y'know.. the usual." Y/n said with a nod which made Robin laugh softly. After a good long silence, Robin speaks up. "I hear about what happened with you and Vance." Y/n's eyes cut at him, the glare sharp enough to cut paper. A warning; "Don't go there right now"

Robin caught the hint and nodded.

"Did you bring anything for lunch?" Robin asked. Y/n shook their head. "I'll grab something on the way home." Robin nodded. He thought about giving y/n some of his food, but he knew how they get when people ask them if they want something. Usually y/n would be all on it. But today- y/n just didn't feel hungry.

"I'm okay Robin. Really" Y/n had noticed then Robin was in deep thought.

They talked some more, then they hear the door open, great..

it was the one and only, Vance Hopper.

The teacher told Vance to take a seat, he did... in the back of the class.

Through-out detention, the two of them would be caught looking at each other.

(bell rings/time skip)

Y/n is walking home, today they decided to take the long way to their house, and saw there we're two cars in the driveway. "Fuck.. he's not supposed to be home yet." Y/n thought to themself...

[lovelytsunoda]

crying over it all // clement novalak

summary: there are few things in this world more mortifying than failing your drivers test when everyone else your age has a license. it’s made even worse when your boyfriend is a racing driver

pairing: clement novalak x female reader

warnings: reader fails her driving test, which leads to significant self loathing, clem is just trying to be supportive and god I need someone like him right now

authors note: guess who failed her drivers test 🙃 I’ve rebooked it but now I have to commute by way of three buses to my college campus :( and don't even get me started on field placement...i wish i had never left it this long but at this point i need to trust to process and find some sort of way to move past it.

“I’m sorry, but you will need to retake your road driving test. I understand that’s not what you wanted to hear, but you need some more practice. you can see the full list of mistakes inside.”

it had been twenty minutes since she’s heard those words, and she still felt shaky on her feet. her hands had shook and tears fell down her face as she went inside, taking a number and waiting in a notoriously long dmv line to admit to the woman at the desk that she needed to rebook her test.

she didn’t want clement to see her like this, utterly defeated and trying not to scream her lungs out as she watched four teenagers in line in front of her get their licenses.

she was twenty one, for god sakes. she should have been driving by now.

she was sitting on the wooden bench, slouched I gracefully and letting the tears fall as she played with her car keys when clement found her.

what was the point of even owning a fucking car if she couldn’t drive it?

“oh, love." clem frowned, feeling his own stomach sink when he saw how distraught she was. "i take it that things didn't go well."

"could you tell?" she sobbed, trying to wipe her eyes. "was it that obvious? i hate myself, clement. how is it that i can't do something that pretty much everybody my age has been able to do since they were sixteen."

his heart ached as he heard her words. he'd passed his test on the first try, and he drove things for a living, so he's never really thought about what it must have been like for her, having to bum rides off her friends and family or to be bound to the transit schedule. while she was in college, it hadn't been the biggest deal, although it was a minor inconvenience. now that she would be working full time, the stakes were higher.

"i'm sorry, pretty girl." he frowned, pulling her closer, allowing her rest her head on his shoulder. "but you can take it again, and you know what you did wrong, right?"

"i start work next week, clem. i've looked up the commute and if i take public transit, it's almost two hours each way. and i feel like i'm a burden by constantly asking people for rides, or telling them that if they can't pick me up, we can't hang out. hell, my mother had to drive to my first date with you!"

clem chuckled at the memory, the image of a frazzled y/n stepping out of her mother's suv and frantically scanning the parking lot for clement. moments later, her mother had insisted to getting out of the car and introducing herself to clem. y/n thought that she would combust then and there.

"your mother loves me!"

"yeah, but imagine being a grown-ass adult and still having to get your mother to drive you to appointments because you don;t want to chance the bus route not aligning with your appointment time? i feel like my grandmother, and she's ninety, clement. she had her license revoked because she has cataracts."

"i know it hurts right now, but you are never a burden, y/n. your friends love having you in the car when they drive. hell, i feel like i drive better when you're next to me. i don't mind driving you places, you know. it means that i get to spend more time with you."

she smiled at the gesture, turning to allow clem to cup her chin and wipe some of her tears away. her face was flushed, eyes red and puffy. she couldn't shake the idea that she might have made a scene inside the testing center.

"i know. i just wish i could be more independent. transiting gives me so much fucking anxiety. i went over the curb when i three=point-turned and an old lady on a mobility scooter started yelling at me."

"but you never go over the curb."

"exactly! i think i was nervous, when i practiced the route with my dad, there were never any cars on the road. and i think after that happened, i got into my head and it screwed everything else up. i'm such a fuck up. i feel like i've let everybody down, especially you, since you helped pay for my fucking car."

'"hey, hey, don;t talk like that. you'll get it. i promise you. you know jenson button didn't pass his road test on his first try, right?"

she snorted, sitting up straighter, but still clutching clem's hand. "did he really?"

"yeah, and i think lando failed as well."

"yeah well, i've seen how lando drives. that doesn't surprise me at all."

having a laugh seemed to help, and at least now if people mwere staring at her it was because of the f2 driver sitting next to her, not because she was a grown woman who still couldn't drive and decided to cry about it, and then fling her keys onto the grass.

"i have some plans i might have to move around, and then i need to call my parents, and then my dad can take me out to practice a bit more but i have to trust that when i take it again in october, something goes right. because i know exactly what i fucked up."

she moved to get up from the bench, clm following closely behind as she shamefacedly handed him the keys to her volkswagen. well, the volkswagen now, since she couldn't drive it without someone who'd had their license for five years present.

"i'm proud of you for trying. i know that this was something you put off for a long time because of your anxiety, and even though it didn't work out, at least you tried." clem encouraged, his arms comfortably slung around her shoulders as she laced her fingers with his. "hey, it could be worse. you could have had your dad drive you here."

"clement, don't even joke!" she laughed. "you know that i hate taking transit, and that i don't always feel safe going places alone."

"i know. and if you ever feel unsafe, or too anxious to function, or just like you want to see my gorgeous face, call me. as long as im in the country, i will come and get you. and if im not, i'll send someone i trust."

"like who? max fewtrell? his driving is worse than landos."

clem snorted. "i meant ria. or pietra.

"thank you, clement." she sighed, leaning into him as he unlocked the car. "i love you."

"i love you more, pretty girl." he kissed the top of her head softly. "it will all work itself out, love. just you wait. and then you'll be the one driving me places."

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[azaharinflames]

Some 806 spec, because these next two weeks, my God...

Forever thankful to Tim for not leaving us with a cliffhanger, but now I'm just lost as to what will happen in 806. We have no clues, other than whatever happens has to do with Tommy's past. We know Buck will spiral a little bit and will seek help from Bobby as well as from Maddie. And once he's talking with her, Josh will intervene and probably give Buck a nice perspective.

(side note: I think it's very telling it is Josh the one to talk with Buck, who is a gay man around Tommy's age. I do believe he'll be there to be a friend for Buck, but also to give him some much-needed perspective that Bobby and Maddie simply cannot give him)

We know, again from Oliver's interviews, that 806 has Buck and Tommy learning some (uncomfortable) truths about each other (although this can very well be just Buck learning something about Tommy, the wording here is vague on purpose) and some things they need to navigate and get through.

We also know post 806 Buck faces change, and that there is a lot of possibilities for him. And I will be fully honest here, the use of the word 'possibilities' definitely made me wonder if BT were breaking up in ep 806 - and in a way, possibilities was talking about Buck's love life moving forward.

However.

Firstly, it might be just me, but I think it would be a bit weird to speak of an upcoming breakup as 'a lot of possibilities' for Buck. It can also apply to it, which is why I am worried, but it also sounds a bit odd.

Secondly, I remind myself every day that Oliver wants Buck to get off the hamster wheel. That he wants him to finally have a mature relationship that works through its issues and doesn't crumble at the first obstacle. To break BT up now would go against everything he's said lately.

More so, in those interviews, he also refers to these hurdles as something that makes their relationship deepen (when the interviewer says this it is not as a personal take, but saying -not verbatim- that Oliver has mentioned this).

Even more so, the way they were portrayed in 805 didn't scream doomed to me. They were shown as a solid new couple, still learning about each other but working as a pair. Their portrayal was entirely optimistic - even if Tommy was skeptical, he still took care of Buck and fully supported him. He was there for him even for the funeral of a mummy. This to say - if they suddenly broke up in 806 that would be an extreme whiplash for the GA, who has just seen an episode where BT is presented as a great couple with no evident issues.

And there is one more thing. This screenshot from an interview Oliver gave:

Again. Using fun to describe a breakup does not make sense to me. It would be very tone-deaf, and we know from the past that Oliver is very careful about the words he uses as well as the one. It wouldn't make sense, just like it didn't make sense when he described ep5 as fun, and that side of the fandom claimed he was breaking up with Tommy, or discovering a deep, dark secret.

So. All of this (sorry, extremely long, I know. 806 is killing me and we barely know a thing about it) to say...

I think Bucktommy will have the main SL for Buck (I think Eddie will have the main ep SL) during the episode... but I think something else happens. That they'll be okay, and then something turns things around for Buck.

And I think these changes that apparently affect Buck post-806 are not to do with Tommy, but with Buck as an individual. And I think it might have to do as his future as a firefighter.

I don't know. This felt like a big ramble lmao.

Let me know what you think so I know I'm not the only one losing their mind <3

[becauseimanicequeen]

WHAT I’M CURRENTLY WATCHING

It's been a while since I made one of these lists. But here I am with a new one, including the queer shows I'm currently watching. (As always, they're in alphabetical order, because that's just how I am, lol).

4 Minutes (Thailand):

This show is my current obsession. Period. The content on my blog being 99.999999999% about 4 Minutes right now says it all.

Addicted Heroin (2024) (Thailand):

I've seen both the original as well as Stay With Me, which were both fine. I was curious enough to see what Thailand would do with it, which is why I'm watching. And I'm loving it, so far.

I like Hero, even though he's an idiot. And I like the supporting pair. Hero's dad, though... No.

Battle of the Writers (Thailand):

I still have no idea what this show is about except for a couple of writers, two of which have a history together. But, I got to see three of my Playboy babes, so that's a win for me.

First Note of Love (Taiwan):

I'm spoiled with my beloved Taiwanese QLs right now. I'm even more spoiled that I have yet another very rare show where I can actually listen to the music played and sung without muting the damn thing. And I'm spoiled fucking rotten because I've got Charles Tu on my screen again.

I love everything about this show 5 episodes in, and it makes my Mondays a lot brighter (and my Mondays were fine before this, btw).

Happy of the End (Japan):

I like my Japanese shows dark and complicated. So, I'm obviously loving this.

Hidden Moon (Thailand):

I'm only one episode into this one so I don't really have much to say other than that I like the vibe and that it's visually stunning so far (always a plus for me).

I Hear the Sunspots (Japan):

I'm a bit torn with this one. But I love the representation of the deaf community because my great-grandfather was deaf.

(Kind of unrelated, but kind of not: My great-grandfather didn't know sign language, he just read lips. And he was always most comfortable around people who treated him like just anyone else.)

I Saw You In My Dream (Thailand):

Considering I only started watching this because I saw a gif of Ai wearing a Dream Theater shirt (which was my dad's favorite band before he passed away), I wasn't expecting much. But it's surprisingly enjoyable.

The only critique I have is that they ended this week's episode right in the middle of Ai and Yu kissing. Not that I think they'll go all the way in that particular scene. One of them will probably stop. But cutting the scene there... That's just rude. (I'm joking... But kind of not.)

Kidnap (Thailand):

I'm just one episode in so I don't have much to say other than that I love that Papang is in it. I always need more of him on my screen.

Live in Love (Thailand):

This is another one I'm only one episode into (the second one comes out today), so I don't have much to say other than that I really like the vibe so far.

Monster Next Door (Thailand):

I'm a simple girl. I would watch Big in anything as long as he's kissing boys, because this boy knows how to kiss boys.

The On1y One (Taiwan):

Again, I'm spoiled with my beloved Taiwanese QLs right now. And this one is everything to me.

I knew it would be amazing (it's from the same director who made Your Name Engraved Herein) so, no surprise there. And if I wasn't so busy screaming about 4 Minutes during the little spare time I have now that I'm in the middle of a big art project, I would be screaming about this show.

I only needed 10 seconds of the first episode to be hooked (them looking at each other was all I needed to be sold). 6 episodes in, and I'm in heaven.

Seoul Blues (Korea):

This is from the same creators of Blue Boys and Bad Guy and I'm watching it solely for the chemistry and the... how should I describe it? Mellow vibe?

The Trainee (Thailand):

I had a hard time getting into this one. Mainly because I can't relate to the whole office environment thing (I've always worked for myself). But somewhere around the end of the second episode or the beginning of the third, I was sold. Mostly due to the dynamics between the characters and that everyone is unique and flawed in their own way. Plus, the colors are amazing.

It's been a while since I had at least one new episode to watch every day (I think it was sometime before the summer), so I'm starting to get back to normal again. And I love it here.

[greensagephase]

You know from time to time I find myself thinking about nonviolent commutation? Like the story and everything and how well it's written and just??? (Also I JUST realized a week or so ago the same comes from the spiderverse song??? That's wild I love the song Im listening to it a lot lately???)

And one thing that sorta came to mind? Was like. Can you imagine Jess has Miguel watch her baby for a while? (Maybe even just for a mission) Who's much smaller and calmer then Mayday and just mainly sleeps in his arms. And he's never held a tiny tiny baby in his arms for this long, little baby hands reflexively grasping his large fingers and babbling? And he just gets caught daydreaming, how cute a baby would be with Druz's nose and hair, and then he thinks about how Gabriel's eye color would be something he'd like to see again and keeps going until he goes bright red because he had been unconsciously mixing their traits for a baby??? Where did that come from?!

Hiii, nonny!! Thank you so much for the ask!!

Omg, thank you!! I’m touched that you think about NC sometimes and that it’s well written, that makes me so happy! 🥹 And hehe, yes! NC is titled after the song from the Spider-Verse album! I have a post somewhere on my blog about it with an entire explanation. It’s a lovely song imo, and I found it fitting for this fic. It’s one of my fav songs from the entire album! 💕

But okay okay okay okay, nonny... You’re on to something here, I’m afraid!! I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH!! Like, I'm giggling and kicking my feet about one, Miguel holding a tiny baby in his arms!! The thought alone is so cute, omg! Can you imagine how small the baby would look in his big arms?!?! And two, Miguel thinking about a baby with some of his and dulzura’s physical traits (also, Miguel thinking about wanting to see Gabriel's eye color again - you've gone straight for my heart with this one!😭 We all know NC!Miguel loves and misses his little brother sm and I bet he'd cry if he got to see that beautiful shade of brown in his child's eyes, reminding him of his little brother - I'm gonna go cry, brb), and then realizing he’s been thinking about a baby from you and him? I need to take a moment to process this cuteness!!

!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, I’ve finally stop screaming, but I’ll be thinking about this all week!! Let me just tell you that something's happening in the next chapter and it could def lead to something like this in the future, so… 😌 I won’t say more, but just know I love this idea!!

Thank you so much for the ask! I hope you’re having a wonderful day/night, nonny! 💖

Alondra❤️

p.s. now I’m gonna lay in bed and think about this until I fall asleep