#Sam Agaeli

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Le Chêne et la Foudre de Sam Agaeli

Mon avis : L’alléchant résumé m’a tout de suite donné envie de découvrir cette histoire ! Une romantasy qui prend son temps à se mettre en place dans un univers oscillant entre Moyen Âge et fantasy. J’en ai apprécié sa construction, ses mythes et légendes. C’est dans un petit village du Plat-Pays que nous faisons la connaissance d’Elyssandre, notre héroïne qui survit comme elle peut depuis…

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Freddy in my smile Au! (he’s a ghost👻)

[thevillainswhore]

Loverboy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: Bucky, a lovesick, pining super soldier, vows to keep his feelings for you a secret — no matter how obvious his crush may seem. Those plans are ruined between a meddling Sam, an embarrassing fall, and a visit to the medbay with you.

Warnings: Avengers AU, Bucky’s POV, fluff, crack (my lame attempt at comedy), suggestive thoughts (no smut), just our boy being a lovesick little bean with a big ol’ crush.

Author’s Note: Dividers by @saradika. Proofread by @buckys-wintersoldier, thank you so much sweetie, I love you!! This was inspired by a wonderful request from @prettyboy56, thank you so much! Hope you enjoy x

“Hi, Bucky.” 

Instantly, he sputtered over his mouthful of cereal, eyes watering from his food going down the wrong way. 

Bucky knew that melodic voice before his gaze even reached its owner. You entered the kitchen, wiggling your fingers at him in greeting. 

Clearing his throat, he swiped his bowl to the side, his breakfast now forgotten about, and directed his attention solely onto you. “Hi—um h—hello, doll.” 

The muscles of your cheeks lifted up to your eyes in a smile that made Bucky swoon. Hard.

Your eyes fell to Sam then, who stood in the corner, fresh from a workout with a shit eating on his face. “Good morning, Samuel.” 

“Mornin’, beautiful. How did you sleep?” 

Bucky fought the growl rising in his throat, the unprecedented possessiveness caving its way through its internal barriers in your presence. 

You grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and closed the door, leaning your back against it to take a big gulp. 

“Not bad at all.” You licked your lips, ridding the dryness that came from a long slumber before your eyes lit up. “Oh, by the way! I drank some of that tea you recommended. It’s helped a bunch—”

Bucky zoned out while you continued to express your gratitude to Sam. He couldn’t help the way his eyes dilated as he rested his head in the palm of his vibranium hand, a lovesick sigh escaping his lips. You were just so gorgeous – a deity in human form right in front of his own very eyes. Bucky had never considered himself so lucky in all his time on earth to be within your vicinity. 

In his own world of oggling, Bucky didn’t notice how the conversation fell short between you and Sam. Neither did he realise how the two of you were staring at him; you with concern and Wilson smothering his laughter with his hand. 

“Bucky? Sweetheart?” He finally registered that you were speaking to him and almost choked, again, on his own spit.

“Mhm?” Bucky murmured, drunk off your attention. 

You smiled once again, so devastatingly beautiful that his left arm whirred in stupor. “Are you okay? You feeling alright?” Not waiting for a response, you walked over to him and Bucky almost let his eyes roll to the back of his head when you lifted your wrist to his forehead. “Jeez, you’re a little hot, Buck.” 

Sam keeled over in hysterics, unable to keep his composure any longer. Meanwhile, a bright red blossom of colour rose up from the skin of Bucky’s neck all the way up to his cheeks. 

Had Bucky not been embarrassingly infatuated by you, the throwaway comment wouldn’t have had any effect on him. But this was you. The woman who had the ability to make him melt on the spot. 

While logic and a basic level of common sense screamed at him that you were talking about his temperature, his mind could only conjure up the fact you had called him hot. 

Bucky saw your mouth moving, however he couldn’t concentrate on the sound of the words coming out of it. You were still touching him, patting his cheeks and sweeping the tendrils of hair that had fell out from behind his ears out of his face. The close proximity of your bodies threw him through a loop and without even realising, his thighs spread further, subconsciously begging you to forego all boundaries and smother yourself against him. 

Gently tapping his nose three times, you managed to gain his full attention again. “You seem out of it, sweetie. Maybe you should go down to the medbay. See if you’re coming down with a fever or something.” 

Sam blew out a breath of air. “Yeah, because that’s what’s wrong with him.” 

You threw a lighthearted glare his way before bringing your eyes back to Bucky. “Promise me you’ll get seen to?” 

How could he refuse when you asked so sweetly? “Anything you want.” He vowed sincerely. 

Scrunching your nose, you chucked his chin and whispered under your breath, “Good boy.”

Bucky almost whimpered when you withdrew your hands and stepped back. He so desperately wanted to follow you and nudge your arm until you paid attention to him once more. Your touch was fire and a cool breeze all at once. Electricity that created static across his stubbled cheek, yet also stoked a warmth through his entire body.  

Peace. He’d never felt anything like it. Never before felt drunk from just the delicate essence of a perfume or experienced the loosening of his limbs, relaxing until his legs felt like jelly whenever you so much as cast him a glance. 

You grabbed a piece of fruit from the table, ready to go down to the gym and train. “Catch you later, Sam,” you called over your shoulder. Meeting Bucky’s eyes a final time, you winked while you headed for the elevator. “Bye, sweetheart.”  

Bucky’s gaze was glued to you, following you out hopelessly until you were completely out of sight. 

He was fucked — well and truly out of his depth. 

Sam crossed his arms and smirked. “You are down bad, man.” 

Bucky swiped a hand over his face, sighing deeply. “Fuckin’ tell me about it.” 

“This is serious.” Sam sobered up, his lips softening into an honest smile. 

With an embarrassingly loud thud against the island countertop, Bucky let his head drop. “I have no idea what to do, Sam. I thought this crush would have passed by now but it’s been months.”

“Well,” Sam raised an eyebrow. “Have you even tried asking her out?” 

“And why would I do that?” Bucky asked, genuinely confused. 

Sam sputtered over his words. “What do you mean—Because that’s what people do when they like someone, you dumbass!” 

Bucky had lost enough braincells daydreaming about you constantly. He didn’t need to be told what he already knew. But the pressure of asking you out to then have a chance of being rejected? He would never come back from that. “Yeah, no thanks,” he mumbled.

“Come on, man. What’s the worst that could happen?” Sam asked. 

Bucky lifted his head up and huffed sarcastically. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe she could turn me down and rip my heart out into little pieces, so much that I would hide out in my room for the rest of eternity never to be seen again?” 

“Now you’re just being dramatic.”

Bucky sighed longingly. “Let me wallow in my misery alone, Sam.” 

“Why? So you can spend your days staring at her with your googly eyes and drooling over her.” 

“I have never drooled over her,” Bucky snarled. 

A twinkle shone in Sam’s eye, a mischievous grin donning his face. “Then what’s that on your chin?” 

Bucky’s eyes widened and he quickly brought his hand up to his face to check if he did in fact have any wetness coating his mouth. Finding none, he looked back to Sam with a scowl. “I hate you.”

Sam shook his head with laughter. “You shouldn’t make it so easy to tease you, loverboy.”  

With a growl, Bucky lifted from his seat and stormed out of the kitchen. 

The irritating voice followed him. “Don’t forget training tomorrow morning, loverboy!” 

The sun was shining over the compound the next morning and so came the bright idea from Steve that all exercise activities should be held outside. While the recruits in training buffed up on their sparring with the Captain, the rest of the avengers worked out as they saw fit. 

As usual, Sam took any opportunity possible to annoy Bucky, which brought them together, running laps around the outdoor track. 

“When are you gonna man up and ask her out then, Cyborg? Pretty girl ain’t gonna be available forever.” 

Bucky wasn’t entirely sure why he didn’t run ahead of Sam. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t. Maybe the pace he kept alongside Wilson allowed him to stare at you so clearly in your tight workout leggings and sports bra as sweat sensually rolled over your skin. Maybe. 

“I’m not asking her out, Sam. Drop it.” 

Sam huffed out an annoyed breath. “Listen, man. It’s not as if you’ve got nothing going for you. As much as you’re a grumpy shit, you’ve got them blue eyes the chicks love. Gets them all gooey when you give them intense eye contact, y’know?” He reluctantly added, “And they dig the brooding, bad boy, leather jacket vibe.”

Bucky let out a rare smile within the presence of Sam. “You tryna hit on me, Wilson?” 

“Look, all I’m saying is you have a chance.” Sam slyly glanced over the field. “And if you don’t quit fuckin’ around, that chance is gonna disappear.”  

The smile instantly dropped from Bucky’s face. “What do you mean by that?” 

Sam’s signature smirk came back with vengeance. “Your girls lookin’ kinda cute today. So I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but you ain’t the only one who’s got their eye on her.” 

Naturally, Bucky followed his instinct and let his eyes look over at you. You were a fucking wonder, of course he knew that. But heeding Sam’s ominous warning, Bucky allowed his gaze to venture out, only allowing you to blur into the background for a couple of seconds while he took stock of the other male, and female, recruits. 

Low and behold, plenty of other people wantonly stared at you while you completed your circuit, almost salivating over their barely concealed pining. As much as Bucky hated to admit it, the fucker was right. You were the pinnacle of everyone’s attention. 

With the way you were bending over, squatting and looking like an angel amidst the perspiration the sun brought on, Bucky wasn’t sure if he could actually blame anyone for it. 

That didn’t stop the ugly, green eyed beast within him that wanted to tear everyone’s eyes out for daring to glimpse at you. 

It was silly, he knew he had no right to feel any sort of possessive nature for you. Unfortunately, you didn’t belong to him. Still, he couldn’t control the deep rooted urges that whispered the kinds of fun he’d have gouging out eyeballs that looked where they weren't supposed to. 

Knowing he had stirred the pot enough, Sam figured it was time to try and hit the final nail in the coffin in order to make his friend move his ass. “Y’know what gives you an advantage though, man?” 

Bucky continued to death stare the surrounding agents, while keeping up with his steady jog. “What’s that?”

“Guess who’s making eyes at you right now.” 

At breakneck speed, Bucky snapped his head back around to you, only to indeed find you staring at him with a fire in your eyes and your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. 

A violent shudder ran down his spine and for a moment, the whole world stopped on its axis, allowing Bucky to revel in a daydream brought to life. 

That was until his mind snapped him back into the present. The super soldier was majestic on his feet in a fight, graceful yet utterly dangerous out on the field even with the pressure a mission came with. 

However to his utter bewilderment, you happened to be the most dangerous being he had ever come across, because in all of his years as a trained, professional assassin, Bucky had never, never, tripped over his own feet. 

And so, inevitably, Bucky’s face ungracefully met the asphalt of the outside track with an audible thunk. 

A collective of gasps, oo’s, and ah’s, rang around the large group. Bucky could physically feel the coating of red, hot embarrassment climbing up to his now scratched cheeks.  

Bucky couldn’t see the look of shame and pity on Sam’s face as he dropped his head into his hands. All he was capable of was fantasizing faking his own death and moving far, far away where no one who witnessed his fall could ever find him.  

With a painful, deep groan, Bucky managed to roll himself over. He couldn’t bear to open his eyes and allow himself to accept reality yet and so he kept them closed, waiting for the ground to swallow him up or for the beaming sun to slowly incinerate him, melt him into the ground with his shame and dignity. 

But instead of either of those, a shadow casted over him, the harsh brightness behind his eyelids dulling down. Slowly, he peeked an eye open, only for mortification to kick him in the gut when he found you standing over him. 

“You alright there, Soldier?” Your hands were set on your hips, those deliciously curved grooves of your body that he had shamelessly stared at one too many times during gym sessions. 

“Mhm,” he gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing roughly. “Just peachy.” 

Even though you’d just seen him eat dirt, in front of hundreds of learning recruits and the rest of the avengers, your smile was kind as you held out your hand. “Need some help?” 

Bucky took your offering, sliding his clammy palm into your dry one and hoisted himself up with your grip. He hadn’t needed your help, he was a super soldier with a metal arm; an agility and strength beyond normal human ability. But he wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to feel your soft skin against his. 

He couldn’t look you in the eye as he stood up, aware of your gaze glued to him. “Th-Thanks.” 

“It’s not a problem,” you said. “Although, you’ve got a few nasty looking cuts on your cheeks.” 

Bucky brought his left hand up to his face, hissing when the cool vibranium stung the open wounds. “Ah, it’s nothin’—don't worry about it. Nothing a few hours won’t fix.” 

You shook your head fondly. “Well, how about I walk you to the infirmary and we get some ointment on them? It wouldn’t hurt to be cautious.” 

Bucky choked on his own spit and snapped his eyes to yours. “W-We?” 

Your smile was blinding — so beautiful with an ability to stop time. At least for him anyway. “Yeah, why not? It looks like you could use a hand—y’know, since you’re a little clumsy on your feet today.” The cheeky smirk that followed your words almost sent him to an early grave.

His cheeks blazed. Bucky was sure he looked utterly stupid, with his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. But he couldn’t help the effect you had on him. “I um—I— ha, I guess.” 

Your eyes glinted mischievously. “I’ll take that as a yes?” 

Not trusting his voice to hold steady, Bucky simply nodded. 

“Great,” you approved. “Just one question though, are we going to keep holding hands on the way?”

Looking down to the space between you, Bucky felt his mouth dry when he saw that he hadn’t yet released his hand from yours. “I’m—oh fuck—I’m so sorry.” 

Still, he made no move to slacken his grip. 

You tightened your lips, and he knew you were willing yourself not to laugh for his sake. Sam would have a fucking field day with this. 

Though to his surprise, instead of pulling away like he expected you to, you began pulling him along, hands still interweaved. “Let’s go get you cleaned up, Bucky.”  

His name on your lips was akin to a siren singing her song; dragging helpless seamen to their deaths. A thought crossed his mind then, that he didn’t think he would mind so much if he sank to his reckoning, not if your voice was the last thing he ever heard. 

“Okay.” Bucky followed you blindly, eyes glued to your conjoined hands and disbelieving of his luck. 

You had led the way towards the medbay and found a cozy, private room that the doctors used for small injuries. Bucky sat impatiently on the side of the medical bed, twiddling his thumbs and fidgeting restlessly. Never had he been so close to you, alone. 

Bucky internally prayed with all his faith that you couldn’t hear the rapid staccato of his heartbeat. He was sure if he was hooked up to a monitor, the doctors would be thoroughly concerned about his health. 

Finally having gathered all the supplies you deemed necessary along with a first aid box, you walked back over to the bed and dumped everything next to him. 

“So,” you began, an uneasy conspiratorial tone to your voice that weirdly reminded him of Sam. “Wanna tell me what happened out there?”  

“I—,” Bucky sheepishly scratched the back of his neck while his cheeks bloomed crimson red. “I must’ve just tripped over my own feet.” 

He tried to shrug off his nonchalance, but he knew by your raised eyebrow you didn’t believe him. “Somehow, I have a hard time believing a big, strong super soldier such as yourself has any trouble finding his footing.”

Before Bucky could muster up any other excuse but the truth, you ripped open the packet of a medical wipe and warned him, “I’m sorry. This is gonna sting.”

“Nothing I can’t handle,” he said with bravado. 

Bucky wasn’t prepared for the twinkle in your eye as you mumbled under your breath, “I’m sure it isn’t, Sargeant.” 

The breath got knocked out of his lungs. Oh did that do things to him. 

Suddenly, vivid images of you spread out on his bed wearing nothing but his old army hat while you screamed out his rank ran wild in his mind. 

Luckily, you were too preoccupied with cleaning the dried blood of his wound to notice him discreetly palming the bulge in his athletic shorts, trying to hide the effect you had on him. 

“Are you certain there is absolutely no other reason as to why I’m playing nurse right now, then?” Your feline grin was sexy and scary. “No possible distractions that led you off path?” 

There was no way you could read minds, right? Bucky doubled down on his denial, shaking his head from side to side and letting the length of his hair hide the truth in his eyes. 

“I’ll take your word for it then.” You finished up and reached for the healing gel. “I know the serum enhances your ability to repair the cuts, but I’d still like to use this.” Looking into his eyes, you asked, “Only as long as you’re okay with that, of course.” 

Time stopped and the two of you were caught in the other’s gaze. It was such a small gesture, one you probably didn’t even realise meant the world to him. But you asked him for permission on something that would affect his autonomy and if Bucky didn’t already have a hundred ways he was falling for you, that would have been the cherry on top. 

“Yeah,” he breathed airily. “Yeah, I’m good with it, doll.” 

Unseen to him before, you ducked your head and sweeped your hair behind your ear and if Bucky didn’t know any better, he was sure you were shy. 

He couldn’t help the large grin he sported. He was always so enamored with you, quick to falter in your presence and become unsure of himself. Right now though, a small bout of bravery returned. “Ready when you are,” he cheekily murmured. 

You hastily rushed to compose yourself. Clearing your throat, you squeezed the tube of gel, allowing a small drop of the cool liquid on the tip of your finger and stepped between his legs to gently dab it onto his cuts. 

“Okay, you’re all fixed up now.” With a last swipe of his forehead, you smiled. “Don’t worry, Buck. You still look handsome.” 

He tugged his plump bottom lip between his teeth. “You think I’m handsome?”

You giggled. “I would be blind if I didn’t.” 

Bucky blinked at you slowly, still processing your words and trying to calm the excited bubble rising in his throat. 

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Oh, don’t act all coy, Bucky. You must have heard the whispers of the recruits. They stare at you all the time, whispering and giggling to each other.” 

With the most confidence he had ever mustered up, he responded, “Truthfully, I’m too busy staring at someone else to notice, doll.” 

The shock of his sudden boldness was glaringly obvious on your face — it was you this time who held your mouth open, lost for words. 

Bucky’s body screamed at him to tell you that he was in fact head over heels for you. That had he known falling over in front of the full compound would lead him within a hair’s breadth away from you, he’d do it all over again. 

But you seemed to recover after a couple of seconds, clearing your throat and making yourself busy to avoid his eyes. “So, I’ve got another question.” 

“Oh?” Bucky cocked his head. 

“Yeah.” You smiled while placing everything back into the first aid box as you found it. “I’ve been hearing a few rumours around the compound recently.” 

Bucky’s stomach dropped with dread. 

“You wouldn’t know anything about those, would you?” 

“I—” Bucky swallowed the lump in his throat. “I have no idea what you mean.” 

“Oh,” you hummed. “So it’s not true then? You don’t have a crush on me?” 

Fuck.

Panicking, Bucky scoffed, though it came off sounding too pathetic, too breezy. “Me? Have a crush on you? That’s—Ha! Nope. No way. Not at all.” 

He watched as you nodded to yourself. Internally, he was begging for the floor to swallow him while he cringed at his own stupidity. 

“Well,” you shrugged. “That’s a shame, I guess.”  

Bucky’s head shot up, eyes wide and shock written over his features. “E-Excuse me?” 

“Oh, it's nothing really.” There was a sparkle in your eye that screamed trouble. “You said you didn’t have a crush on me, so it doesn’t matter.” 

Within seconds, Bucky jumped off the bed and leapt towards you, not even noticing how he had grabbed your hands. “Doll, please. You can’t leave a guy hanging like that.” 

Playfully rolling your eyes, you dramatically exhaled and decided to put him out of his misery. “Leave you hanging? Damn, Buck. It’s not as if I’ve been waiting patiently for you to ask me out for months or anything like that.” 

The air became humid and stuffy and suddenly the clothes attached to Bucky’s body felt too tight and restricting. “You—What now?” 

You rolled your lips inwards, trying to smother your laughter. “Bucky, honey,” you gently murmured. “I’ve heard what the others have been gossiping about. I’ve definitely heard Sam telling the team about your crush on me.” 

Bucky squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. “That fuckin’ punk.” 

You squeezed his hands reassuringly and offered him a warm smile when he looked at you. “I’ve just been waiting to hear it from the horse's mouth himself.” 

Bucky’s eyes darted between yours, trying to find any hint of decievement. “You’re serious.”

“Mhm,” you whispered. “Deadly.” 

It took him a couple of seconds to let the new information sink in. Clearing his throat, Bucky untightened his fierce grip on your hands and hesitantly slid them down to latch onto your waist. “So,” he mumbled. “Say if I asked you out to dinner tonight… You wouldn’t tell me I’m a fool and break my heart into a million pieces?” 

Butterflies erupted in Bucky’s stomach at the sensation of your hands sliding over his chest to rest against his neck. “No, Bucky,” you chuckled. “I would tell you that I’m looking forward to our first date, tonight. Nowhere fancy, just casual. Six o’clock sharp.” 

Bucky smiled, all beaming and ecstatic. “I wouldn’t dream of being late.” 

“Good.” You leaned up onto your tip toes and ghosted your lips over his ear. “See you very soon then, Sargeant.” 

Tingles shot down Bucky’s spine and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He fought tooth and nail to crush the moan that rose up his throat and in his internal struggle, he missed how you’d sneakily slipped out of his hold and started to saunter towards the door. 

He almost begged you to come back; the thought of having to wait for you until the evening was unbearable. But those pesky butterflies that invaded his stomach came back strong and fierce as his gaze became glued to the sway of your hips and the sweet perfume that lingered in your exit. 

“Oh,” you stopped suddenly at the doorway and looked over your shoulder. “One more thing. Don’t go tripping over again, you hear me?” You raised an eyebrow and grinned. “Can’t have you falling for me.”

Your damn smirk was intoxicating and Bucky thought himself the luckiest fella alive to be the one taking you out. He licked his lips and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m afraid I’m gonna have a little trouble with that request, Ma’am.” 

The clench of your thighs was unmissable. The way your eyes dilated called to him. Bucky had more game than he realised and he kept that new information tucked safely into the corner of his mind for a later date. 

You didn’t reply. You didn’t need to. Your actions told Bucky everything he needed to know and so he wiggled his fingers with a huge grin locked onto his face and watched you longingly as you left his sight. 

The minute he couldn’t hear your footsteps any longer, Bucky pumped his fist up into the air and began dancing on the spot. 

In his own bubble of happiness, he didn’t hear the footsteps of a new person entering the hallway. Only when an amused clearing of the throat echoed from the doorway did Bucky abruptly stop his dancing and slowly swivel to the intruder. 

Sam stood there, all cocky and mirthful with a shit eating grin on his face. “About time you bagged the girl, man. Dont’cha think?” 

Instantly, Bucky growled and grabbed the closest apparatus. With a pair of medical scissors, he charged towards Sam, who was quick to wipe the smirk off his face and skid out of the room with a scream. 

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✨ TWISTED WONDERLAND YUME/OC/SELF-SHIP FAN SURVEY 2024 RESULTS ✨

HAPPY 4TH ANNIVERSARY, TWST JP! 🎉

In January, I made a survey to find out who is the most popular character to yume/oc/self-ship with! And there was 1,244 responses!

So I will share the results as promised! Who are the most popular characters to yume with?! Let's find out!

⚠️ THIS POLL CONTAINS CHARACTERS THAT ARE CURRENTLY LIMITED TO TWST JP!!! If you are a TWST EN player, be aware of spoilers ⚠️

RANKING:

🥇 Malleus Draconia 🐉

Malleus won 1st place with 50.6% of votes!

🥈 Idia Shroud 💀

Idia won 2nd place with 32.5% of votes!

🥉 Azul Ashengrotto 🐙

Azul won 3rd place with 32.3% of votes!

4. Leona Kingscholar 🦁

Leona got 4th place with 30.5% of votes!

5. Ace Trappola ♥️

Ace got 5th place with 27.9% of votes!

6. Vil Schoenheit 👑

Vil won 6th place with 24.8% of votes!

7. Floyd Leech 🦈

Floyd got 7th place with 24.7% of votes!

8. Jade Leech 🐬

Jade got 8th place with 24.6% of votes!

9. Deuce Spade ♠️

Deuce got 9th place with 24.1% of votes!

10. Lilia Vanrouge 🦇

Lilia got 10th place with 23.7% of votes!

11. Silver ⚔️

Silver got 11th place with 23.4% of votes!

12. Rook Hunt 🏹

Rook got 12th place with 22.3% of votes!

13. Riddle Rosehearts 🌹

Riddle got 13th place with 22.2% of votes!

14. Jamil Viper 🐍

Jamil got 14th place with 19.9% of votes!

15. Rollo Flamme 🔔

Rollo got 15th place with 19.5% of votes!

16. Sebek Zigvolt ⚡

Sebek got 16th place with 18.6% of votes!

17. Ruggie Bucchi 🍩

Ruggie got 17th place with 14.4% of votes!

18. Jack Howl 🐺

Jack got 18th place with 14.3% of votes!

19. Cater Diamond & Fellow Honest ♦️&🦊

Cater and Fellow are TIED for 19th place w/13.7% of votes!

20. Kalim Al-Asim ☀️

Kalim got 20th place w/13.6% of votes!

21. Divus Crewel ⚗️

Crewel got 21th place w/13.3% of votes!

22. Trey Clover ♣️

Trey got 22nd place w/12.8% of votes!

23. Epel Felmier 🍎

Epel got 23rd place w/12.5% of votes!

24. Chen'ya 🐈

Chen'ya got 24th place w/11% of votes!

25. Dire Crowley 🐦‍⬛🎭

Crowley got 25th place w/10.6% of votes!

26. Meleanor Draconia 🖤🐉👑

Meleanor got 26th place w/8.8% of votes!

27. Grim 🐱

Grim got 27th place w/7.7% of votes!

28. Ortho Shroud & Hirasaka Yuuka 🤖&🦐

Ortho and Yuuka are TIED w/7.2% of votes!

29. Neige LeBlanche ❄️

Neige got 29th place w/7.1% of votes!

30. Sam ☠️

Sam got 30th place w/6.4% of votes!

31. Baul Zigvolt 🐊

Baul got 31st place w/5.4% of votes!

32. Dilah Spade 💙

Dilah got 32nd place w/5.1% of votes!

33. Enma Yuuken 🦞

Yuuken got 33rd place w/4.8% of votes!

34. Mozus Trein & Najma Viper 📚&🐍

Trein and Najma TIED for this spot w/4% of votes!

35. Mito Yuuta 🦐

Yuuta got 35th place w/3.4% of votes!

36. Kuroki Yuuya 🦐

Yuuya got 36th place w/3.2% of votes!

37. Knight of Dawn 🌄🗡️

Knight of Dawn got 37th place w/2.5% of votes!

38. Gidel 🐱🔨

Gidel got 38th place w/2.1% of votes!

39. Mrs. Shroud 🩷

Mama Shroud got 39th place w/1.8% of votes!

40. Ashton Vargas & Cheka 💪🫎&🧶

Vargas and Cheka tied w/1.6% of votes!

41. Mr. Shroud 💙

Papa Shroud got 41st place w/1% of votes!

42. Marja Felmier 🍏

Meemaw got 42nd place w/0.9% of votes!

43. Ambrose the 63rd 🧙‍♂️

Ambrose got 43rd place w/0.6% of votes!

44. Kifaji 🪶

Kifaji got 44th place w/0.5% of votes!

45. The Seven Dwarfs 🪄

Dominic and Gran had 3 votes, but statistics state that they got 0.2% of votes along w/Hop, Shelpy, Toby, Timmy, and Snick!

And lastly...

46. King Henric/Henry 👑

Henric got last place w/0.1% of vote(s)

*he only got one vote but I wonder who the voter was...? 👀✨*

I was planning to share all the responses to the last question but....I got over 1,244 responses! I read many of your wonderful responses about your OC/Yume/Self-ships and how you ended up doing it for your OSHIS!

This was a fun project! Thank you all so much for joining this survey!

In less than THREE months, this got over 1,244 responses and it was great! I can see that TWST EN's fanbase is HUGE on Malleus and I'm honestly amazed by how different it is to the JP side!

I'll say this once again: Happy Anniversary everyone!! And I hope you all have a fantastic day/afternoon/evening/night!! 🎉🎊

I hope we all continue twisting and having great experiences with Twisted Wonderland! If you want to see the rest of the statistics, you can see it on my Twitter!

https://twitter.com/MoonlightEquin1/status/1769566912680431788?t=Q3BvhDRYLkR3kcL8yeShug&s=19

[spnbabe67]

Run Baby Run

Kinktober Day 6: Knife Play (D.W.)

Pairing: Demon!Dean Winchester x Fem Original Character

Warnings: DUBCON!, Knife Play, Choking, Handcuffs, Smut, Masturbation (F and M), Deanmon (Yes, he is his own warning)

Summary: Tori was trying to be sneaky. But when Dean spots her at the bar he tracks her to her motel room and she tries to convince him to come back home (I suck at summaries sometimes, I'm sorry!)

Word Count: 1749

Authors Note: This is a lot darker than I usually write so bear with me on this. I saw a thing on tiktok that inspired this fic. Title is based on the song Run Run Run by Dutch Melrose

Taglist: @zepskies @king-of-milf-lovers @nightxcreature

Tori knew that Dean was different. She hadn’t been there when Sam got back to find Dean’s note, but when Sam called her from the other side of the country telling her that Dean was now a demon, Tori couldn’t believe it, refused to believe it. But there he was lounging at the bar and every so often she watched his eyes flick to pure onyx then back to that gorgeous emerald green. The last semblances of hope she had that maybe Sam had hallucinated, he hadn’t been getting much sleep, neither of them had been. All of that flew out the window when she locked gazes with him from her hidey hole in a booth in the back corner of the tavern and his eyes blinked black, narrowing with recognition before returning to their normal color. She wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe, that good and kind heart she knew beat steadily in his broad chest would override the corruption that turned souls into demons. 

Much to her dismay, Tori knew she couldn’t bring him back by herself, at least not without putting herself in significant danger. She knew what Dean was capable of as a human, a deadly and cunning hunter. What would he be capable of as a demon? She slipped out the back of the roadhouse, climbing into Baby with a gentle hand on the steering wheel and ran, tail between her legs, back to the motel she’d rented for the night. A pit had opened up inside her, filled by despair, anger and desperation. She sat down at the table in her room, palming the Demon Blade. The polished antler handle was smooth, the pommel rounded off from years and years of use. Tori didn’t know if it was part of the enchantment of the blade, but it never seemed to dull, always razor sharp and ready to be plunged into a demon’s meatsuit. She ran the pad of her thumb parallel against the blade, feeling the edge scrape against the ridges of her skin. Tori had to pull herself from the thought of using the blade on Dean; she wasn’t sure she could if it came down to it. She knew that Mark of Cain was a bad idea, but did anyone listen?

Tori clenched her fist around the handle, starting as a knock sounded at the door. The seedy motel she chose to hole up at didn’t have peepholes so Tori held the knife behind her back as she slowly eased the door open to be met with a pair of green eyes.

“Hiya Sweetheart.” Dean shot her a saccharine smile, shouldering his way into the room all masculine swagger. 

Tori stood there stunned for a moment as she processed what just happened. Once her brain and body reconnected, she slammed the door shut and stormed over, shoving Dean against the wall with an arm across his broad chest. It’d been months since she’d seen her lover let alone been this close to him. He had grown a stubble, his hair longer and styled a little differently and sans the black eyes, he was still her Dean. Yeah, this is gonna be hard. 

“Okay, this is how this is gonna work.” Tori reached over to the table and grabbed the warded handcuffs. “You are gonna put these on and then we are gonna take you back to the Bunker and figure out how to turn you back.”

Dean smugly looked down at the handcuffs in her hand before trailing his gaze back up to hers. His hand brushed hers as he took the cuffs from her, the other Tori found around her neck. She took a shaky breath as his fingers encircled her neck, pads pressing against her thundering pulse.

“What makes you think that I would ever want to be changed back? I’m stronger, I’m faster, and I can fuck you so much better than I could before.” Dean purred into her ear as he tossed the cuffs to the ground, snatching the knife from her shaky grip.

Tori felt her bottom lip wobble with fear and anger. She knew she shouldn’t have come here alone, should have taken Sam up on his offer to have him come with her to chase this lead. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Tori hated the way her body quivered as she felt the cool metal of the blade against her stomach as Dean slid it between her skin and her tank. The sound of ripping fabric meddled with her shallow breaths as Dean slowly cut away her shirt, leaving her naked from the waist up, her nipples pebbling from the cold air. 

“Get on the bed.” His voice void of humor.

Tori swallowed thickly as she backed up until the backs of her knees hit the bed. Dean followed her, stopping at the foot of the bed as Tori retreated towards the head of the bed. 

“Strip.” 

The one word was enough for Tori to feel her panties become wet. Tori kept her eyes on Dean’s as she slowly hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her basketball shorts, pushing them down her thighs and discarding them off to the side. She felt her breath get caught in her throat as Dean slammed the knife down blade first into the mattress. The blade sank into the fabric, the smooth handle Tori had just been admiring stuck straight out of the duvet. Tori felt her cheeks burn hot as she slowly realized what Dean wanted her to do, brown eyes flitting between the knife and Dean as he pulled a chair towards the bed. As he sat down his fingers made deft work of his jeans, sliding them down to lay loose around his muscled thighs. His pretty cock was standing at attention, the head of him red and weeping with precum. 

Dean jerked his chin towards the knife. “You know what to do, pretty girl.”

Tori flicked her tongue across her lower lip, watching Dean’s eyes dip to her lips. Tori hesitantly crawled forward, positioning her knees on either side of the blade, clocking Dean spit into his hand before lazily stroking his length. Tori could feel her core pulsing with arousal as she sank down, the pommel of the knife pushing against her entrance. Her breath hitched as the handle of the knife slid, with little resistance, into her. It didn’t fill her half as good as Dean’s cock, but the curves of the lacquered handle provided delicious pressure against that spot inside her. She set a steady pace, rolling her hips up and down on the handle, breathy moans escaping her lips every time the handle became fully seated inside her. Dean before her stroked himself in time with her movements, his lower lip tucked between his teeth as he watched her. Tori snaked a hand between her legs, coating her fingers in her slick before rubbing small circles around her clit.

Tori whimpered as she felt her orgasm start to build, her free hand kneading her breast as she sped up her movements on the knife, grinding her hips harder. She could see Dean was close, his hips stuttering upwards, chasing his hand. Just before she teetered over the edge Dean lunged at her, pulling her off of the knife, tossing the blade to the ground beside the bed. His lips tasted of the whiskey he’d been drinking back at the bar. They crashed against her own as he roughly pawed at her hips, her chest, her thighs. It was like he couldn’t get enough of her, or the humanity still inside him still craved her after being away for so long, she was his anchor and he was desperately trying to moor himself. One second her mouth was being devoured by him, the next she was on her stomach with a mouth full of sheets as Dean shoved his cock inside her. Tori moaned loudly into the bed, Dean’s cock stretching her until she felt like she’d be ripped in two. 

“So fucking tight, Sweetheart.” Dean groaned out, a hand braced on her back as he fucked into her at a punishing pace. 

Tori fisted her hands in the sheets, rocking her hips back to meet Dean’s thrusts, his cock sliding in and out of her with insanely pornographic sounds. The buttons of his shirt brushed against her spine, adding to the plethora of sensations assaulting her all at once. Her head was pressed further into the bed as Dean’s hand threaded into her hair close to the scalp. He growled dirty nothings into her ear as his cock hit every spot within her, pushing her closer and closer to her orgasm. With a cry swallowed by the bed, Tori came, her legs shaking and sure her nails would rip the stitching in the duvet with how hard she was clenching the fabric. Her walls clenched around Dean’s cock, overstimulated and trying to get away from the sensation as he sped up his thrusts, his hips meeting her own making sloppy noises from her slick as he chased his own high. Tori felt her tears caused by overstimulation melt into the sheets as Dean came with a loud groan, spilling himself into her. 

Tori was already maneuvering onto her back, a plead for reason coating her tongue when she felt the cool metal of the handcuffs slap around her wrist, anchoring her to the headboard of the bed. Her mouth dropped open as Dean buttoned his jeans back up before he rooted around and found the key, setting it on the table where he had sat. 

“Dean please.” Tori begged as he came back up to her.

He gripped the hair at the back of her head, smashing his lips to hers before pulling back enough to look her in the eye. Tori flinched as Dean’s eyes flicked black. “Be glad I don’t kill you where you sit. Don't come looking for me again and I won't make the same promise.”

Tori felt tears slip down her cheeks as he turned and walked towards the door. “Dean!” She called out. He paused in the threshold. “This isn’t you.” She said quietly.

Dean didn’t move for a couple seconds, and Tori could see his grip on the doorknob tighten. He glanced back over his shoulder at her, eyes still black as night. “It is now.” And that was all he said before walking out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

[sammyluvr]

✶ . ၄၃ . real cute — ruby

cw : gn!reader, smut, fluff, bratty & sorta subby ruby but also implied switch ruby and reader, car sex, kissing/making out, swearing, praise, teasing, nipple play, oral & fingering (ruby receiving), finger sucking, bushy pussy ruby <3, nicknames (baby, babe, honey, pretty girl, sweetheart), ruby sastiel shipper???, poorly edited, ft sam at the beginning, 3.5K words. MDNI !!! 18+ ONLY.

summary : you ask a pretty girl (?) out on a date.. she says yes, so you pick her up, but neither of you make it inside the restaurant because you end up fucking in the car.

the guy sitting across from her looks at you like you’re crazy for asking her out. you’re not sure if that’s a good or bad thing, mostly because you don’t mind your girls a little… off-kilter, maybe. 

but her? no, she looks at you with a pleased smirk that’s gorgeous enough for you to decide that the dude’s look means nothing to you.

“oh, come on, sam, quit looking ‘em like that,” she scolds him. “can’t a girl get asked out every once and a while?” she turns back to you. “don’t pay him any attention. sure you can, babe,” she says to your, ‘can i take you out on a date?’ 

you grin back at her. “well then, babe,” you parrot, “i take it that means you wouldn’t mind giving me your number?” she gladly punches her number into your phone when you hold it out to her, and the guy, sam, keeps looking at you like you’re making a horrible decision. it’s sort of funny, honestly. you pay him no mind and check your phone when she hands it back to you. she’s put the name ruby into the contact.

“just an fyi, you get bonus points if you bring me somewhere with good fries,” ruby grins, punctuating the sentiment by popping a ketchup lathered, greasy diner fry between her pretty lips. 

“well, then. thanks for the tip, darling. i know just the place.” you love how easy it already is to have this flirty banter with her. then again, you could see her eye roll from across the diner so it wasn’t too surprising at all that she matched this sort of energy.

when you first caught sight of her, walking in with the man, sam, you were highly disappointed. she’s just so pretty, there was no resisting the immediate attraction to her that you felt. her dark hair and high cheekbones, leather jacket, big belt buckle, and graphic t-shirt all pulled you right in. so, you subtly listened and watched them, triumphant when you heard her say something about his “angel boyfriend.” so you finished your food, paid, and walked right over to ask her on a date.

you hold your phone up definitively. “i’ll text you, ruby. you’d better text back, even if it’s just for the fries. you won’t regret it.”

she looks pleased to hear that, “you’re cute,” she tells you, clearly entertained. you’re starting to feel obsessed with the sound of her voice and you have to try very hard not to let that fluster you.

your shoulders shrug a bit, and you feel as though you do a decent job when you say, “so i’ve heard, but not from anyone quite as pretty as you.” you tell her the name you’ll be texting from and take a step back, still facing her for one more moment. “enjoy the rest of your fries, sweetheart.”

the words bad idea or she’s a demon! lay unsaid on sam’s mouth. he even parts his lips to say something, but you’re already walking away. either way, ruby would’ve easily played it all off as a joke. she won’t mess with you, despite sam’s belief that she might. maybe it’s just the fact that she could that worries him. she just wants a bit of fun, though. and she really meant that comment about thinking you’re cute. so she gives sam a cocky grin and watches as you walk away in satisfaction.

𓄲 ✶ 𓄴

the address she texts you to pick her up from is the motel on the edge of town. this information is a little disappointing, though you try not to assume. maybe she’s just staying there temporarily as she looks for a new apartment or something of that sort. or, maybe she’s only here for a few days and you’ll never see her again. that would be a poor loss.

when you pull into the parking lot, she’s already waiting outside, just as gorgeous as the first time you saw her. even more gorgeous, you think, now that you’re taking her on a date. she gets in the passenger’s side with that tantalizing grin of hers. you watch her get settled in her seat, wondering how her hair falls so perfectly. you’re starting to learn that you’re a little obsessed with the shape of her lips, the way they look slightly parted when she meets your eyes.

she’s barely dressed any differently than when you saw her two days ago, but something about having her alone in your car is getting you going. she’s just so stunning, so sure in her movements, so sweet looking when you greet her with a smile. her grey graphic tee has a little v-shaped slit on the top hem, and you can’t help but take a peek. her own eyes trail your form, looking greedy.

you back out of the parking lot and she shamelessly stares at the way your neck stretches when you look through the rear window. as you keep driving, she stares at your hands too.

“so, ruby, how long have you been staying at the motel?” you ask, trying to start up a conversation.

“just a few days,” she says, not bothering to expand on why or where she’s from. “don’t worry, though. i’ve got your number.” she seems to have read your concern for her just passing through, and says this as if it’s enough to fix any issues that may come up. ruby’s funny, hot, a little bit odd, and this is just a first date, so you suppose you don’t mind. she’s honestly adorable, too, and doesn’t really seem to favor subtlety. you glance at her and she licks her lips. it’s hot in the car, despite the bit of cool air flowing through.

she’s cryptic and doesn’t reveal anything too relevant about herself, but also manages to talk a lot. she chats and chats, babbling about the most random of things. sam, her friend who she was with before, is a bit uptight, she tells you. he doesn’t have enough fun. she like chocolate fudge ice cream and microwave ramen and irish honey whiskey, aside from french fries with too much ketchup, of course. she thinks that fruity little drinks are stupid, but will have a pornstar martini if in a rare mood. technology confuses her, and she admits that her blackberry was doing something weird and she couldn’t figure out how to respond to your texts until sam helped her. she sounds very bothered that she had to ask him for any sort of help.

and not a minute goes by where she doesn’t make some sort of snarky comment about something completely unimportant, but they keep making you laugh. she makes a few indecent jokes too. they all sound funny coming from her lips, biting in her sweet, sweet voice. honestly, her voice is practically bewitching. you think you would listen to it all day if given the opportunity. you’re already trying to learn each little nuance and inflection.

everything’s all in good fun, besides the way you have to fight to concentrate on driving rather than reaching over to touch her or at least just stare at her. until she plants her hand above your knee, not too high up your thigh, but solid and more than enough to make you realize just how badly you want her. you spare her a glance and catch that smirk of hers. you shake your head and fight a smirk of your own.

you give a soft huff of laughter. “you hungry? or would you maybe not mind a bit of a later lunch?” you ask, a hint of teasing in your voice.

“mm, i thought you’d never ask,” she complains, “took a hand on your thigh to get you there, baby.” you have to laugh at her again as you scan your surroundings for a place you could get away with fucking her in the car.

“oh, trust me, sweetheart, your staring was noticed. i just wasn’t sure if you were alright with anything coming between you and those fries you were wanting. you seem to be pretty passionate about those,” you continue to tease. she’s clearly confident and doesn’t really carry any shyness, but she’s certainly easy to tease.

“the fries can wait. i’m not all that hungry, anyway.” damn, she really wants you as much as you want her.

“i’ll take that as a high compliment,” you grin, pulling off the road into a small parking lot behind a building you know to have been abandoned for a few months now. no one comes around here. the second the car is parked and out of sight, you unclip your seatbelt and reach over the middle console to get her pretty face in your hands. her face feels small in your palms. she’s so damn adorable as she leans right into you and plants her lips on yours, the kiss nowhere near chaste or innocent. within moments, she has her tongue in your mouth, and you welcome it.

there’s a reason you couldn’t stop staring at her lips. they’re heaven against yours, her tongue even better. she’s greedy and handsy and her tongue battles yours for dominance. you don’t care much about that. you just want to have her, though it’ll be a bit funny if she tries to get you to do her perfect bidding. you’ll have your way too.

you would love to keep kissing like this, tongue to tongue, teeth knocking, saliva exchanged. but you want her laid out in the back seat of your car, so you part from her even when she chases after your lips. you pat her hip. “c’mon, ruby girl. in the back,” you urge her. she rolls her eyes, but complies, inclined to be in a bit more comfortable of a spot. and the sooner you’re both back there, the sooner you can fuck.

but she does surprise you by climbing right into the back rather than getting out first, practically shoving her cute ass in your face. her jacket and shirt ride up, and you have to resist planting your hand or even your tongue on the exposed skin of her lower back. once again, you have to laugh as you step out of the car to meet her in the back seat. she’s all over you the second you close the door, sweet fingers gripping the hem of your shirt and pulling it right over your head. she palms your chest and you groan softly before tugging her shirt off too. she already took care of the jacket as you went to meet her.

“fuck, you’re gorgeous,” you breathe out, taking her bra right off too. she sighs in pleasure when you push her against the door and climb over her before you attach your lips to one of her pretty nipples, already pebbling from the cool air of the car. your hand reaches up to pull her other nipple between your thumb and forefinger. she groans softly and you’re quite pleased by the sound.

you feel no guilt or hesitation in being lewd with her. sure, you’ve only met her twice, but the look in her eyes is one she’s showing you on purpose. she wants to be dirty with you, and despite all of her bravado, you can tell that she’ll let you take what you want.

shamelessly, you lick up her chest, tongue flattened and stuck right out of your widely opened mouth. her burning gaze when you make eye contact tells you she loves the sight. you practically lave at her neck and collarbone next, palming her pretty tits with both hands as your tongue and lips make their way back to tangle with hers.

her hands roam and dig into your skin, gripping at your shoulders. her soft fingertips are hungry and incessant as the back of her head presses into the cold car window. but she gets impatient, running out of breath as her tongue battles yours.

her hands find their way to your belt, then the button of your jeans, and you have to pull them away because you intend to feel her first. you want to see the look on her face when you pull her jeans and panties down and sink your fingers into her sweet cunt and tease at her swollen clit. you hold her wrists tight enough to keep them down when she starts to resist.

“have a little patience, baby,” you chide, your lips moving against the skin of her jaw. “you first. i know you want it.” she lets out a huff of frustration that, frankly, you find completely adorable. but her hips twitch, too, which makes the whole thing that much cuter. she’s bad at hiding how she feels, and you don’t mind it one bit.

“fine,” she grumbles, as if there’s something to complain about your intentions to work her open and please her first. 

“just wanna stretch you out, honey,” you coo, “you’re so little. bet your pussy’s all tight, isn’t it, babe?” the flush of red in her cheeks mixed with her cocky smirk is a sight you could get drunk off every night. it’s so damn gorgeous, so damn perfect, a rather endearing and hot mixture of poorly masked shyness and clear disregard for propriety. 

“you just wanna touch me,” she bites back, and you nip at the skin of her shoulders. she doesn’t deny anything about her pussy, which already clenches around nothing as you talk to her like that. you’ll have a pretty, glistening wet cunt to greet you when you actually make the move to fully undress her.

“‘course i wanna touch you,” you agree, slowly kissing and licking down her body. your teeth graze over one of her nipples and she can’t suppress the shiver that runs through her body, nor the moan that leaves her parted lips. “you’re so pretty.” you cup a hand over her clothed mound, her hips involuntarily bucking into your touch. “and so responsive.”

she groans all soft and pretty, as if in complaint to your teasing, but sounding more desperate than anything else. you give in, unbuttoning her jeans and helping her out of them in the tight space. she’s already pushing her underwear down too by the time you’ve pulled off her boots and pants. a shame, just because you wanted to tease a bit more, maybe rub at the darkened wet spot that you catch a glimpse of or kiss her over the fabric. but you’re greeted with the sight of her pretty pussy, and you really can’t complain about that at all. perfect pink lips, flush with want and the blood rushing under her skin, and dark, curly hair framing her cunt all prettily.

you run a finger up her slit, winning a little keen from the back of her throat. “already so wet for me. such a pretty pussy, baby,” you groan. she doesn’t seem to have any retort for that, but she’s still bossy, wrapping her hand around the back of your head and pushing it forward. you don’t resist, happily burying your nose in those scratchy little hairs to bump at her clit and inhale the scent of her musky arousal. your tongue darts out next, licking up her sweetness, teasing by barely pushing into her at all. she moans softly, her grip on you tightening.

you pull away despite her strong hand, grabbing her hips and pulling her up to sit with her back against the seat. her neck couldn’t have been in a comfortable position before. after getting a taste of her, you need more, so you’re rushed as you adjust the seat to let her lean back, then push the passenger’s seat forward as far as it can go before getting on your knees in front of her. your hands hook under her thighs and she’s tugged right back into your eager mouth.

this time, your tongue shoves right into her wet, fluttering hole and earns you a sharp gasp, then a throaty moan when she breathes out. you lap at her juices, messy and shameless as you groan into her cunt and relish at the way her thighs tense and squirm in your arms.

it’s easy to decide that this girl makes the most gorgeous sounds you’ve ever heard, and the sight of her heaving chest is addictive. it’s honestly an irresistible satisfaction to have her squirming and whining because of you, her wolfish grin replaced with eyebrows knit together by pleasure and greedy, fumbling hands.

“mm, fuck! keep going,” she urges, voice gone all desperate and high pitched. the tip of your nose to your chin is shiny with saliva and her slick when you look up at her, her eyes half closed and lashes fluttering.

“you gettin’ close, baby?” you murmur against her wetness, thumbs rubbing sweet circles into the spot where her thighs meet her hips. those hungry little hands of hers push you back down into her pussy as an answer, and you comply by nudging her clit with your nose, then attaching your lips to it to suck and lick like you’re starved.

“don’t stop,” she groans, trying to sound demanding, and you untangle an arm from her legs to shove two fingers right into her heat because you think it’s cute. she lets out a strangled cry as you curl them inside of her, finger fucking her just right as you suck on her throbbing clit. her moans rise in volume, and you soak it up, listening for the squelch of her pussy too.

if your mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied, you’d tell her to cum for me, but a flick of your tongue followed by a harsh suck and skilled fingers pitch her right over the edge without need for any words at all. she gushes around your fingers with her mouth hanging open and eyes shut tight. the noise that leaves her lips has you working her through her orgasm with a fervor to make her feel better than she ever has. you want her to remember this, and from the way she shakes and moans, you think she will.

you ease off of her just a bit, stalling the movements of your fingers but keeping them knuckle deep in her warmth and giving her clit as soft, sweet kiss. “god, you are beautiful,” you murmur, looking up at her sweaty neck and lower stomach still twitching with the aftershocks. you could stare at her parted lips until the moment you die. “such a pretty girl for me, aren’t you?” you say sweetly, gently pulling your fingers from her and reaching up to put them in her mouth. she nearly rolls her eyes, but you tell her, “don’t be shy,” so she can’t back down from that challenge.

she takes your fingers in her mouth, running her tongue over them and suckling on them shamelessly, probably to turn you on even more. her half-lidded eyes make eye contact with yours, and the sight most certainly does get to you.

“fuck,” you swear under your breath. but you follow it up with a, “mmm, not just a pretty girl, but a good girl for me too.” she hastily covers up her reaction to that—fluttering eyes and a clenching pussy—by trying to pull away and remove herself from that title, but you grab her jaw with your remaining fingers before she can get far at all. with that movement, your fingers hit the back of her throat, but she doesn’t gag, only takes them like she’s meant to. “there you are,” you coo, pleased with her giving up on rebelling so fast. she glares at you and it’s rather adorable considering that she has her mouth stuffed with your fingers. you can tell by the way that she starts to drool a bit that she loves them there.

your free hand moves down to your pants, beginning to undo them, and her hands join you there, finally getting them unbuttoned to start pulling them down. you release your hold on her jaw and slip your fingers from her eager mouth, watching a little string of saliva follow until it breaks, then wipe at the wet corner of her mouth with your dry thumb. you smile at her sweetly as she tugs at your pants and narrows your eyes at you. you have to laugh a bit at that.

“sorry, honey. you’re just too cute,” you tell her, grinning.

she glowers at you. once she has your pants strewn elsewhere in the car, you let her push you back against the seat and crawl on top of you. half threat and half promise, she smiles back at you, grinding teasingly against your clothed crotch, “yeah, well, you’re about to get real cute too.”

[maddy-k-reads-all-day]

Thinking about Wooly in When You Feel Bad

Okay so like... everyone noticed that Wooly was acting kind of funny in the "When You Feel Bad" Tape right? Here's some things I noticed... just note there is a LOT of detail put into this tape so I'm definitely not going to be able to notice and cover everything... I don't even think a post that long would fit in the tumblr text limit...

Anyway first thing I noticed is that right after he says, "How about an Adventure?" he looks directly at the camera. Everything about how he says this feels very scripted. But the interesting thing is... his face immediately changes to one of nervousness or unease as soon as his finishes this sentence and his eyes slowly turn in her direction, BEFORE Amanda even says anything. Almost like he knows that this is not what Amanda wants or needs right now, so it's gonna piss her off. However, it's probably what the SHOW needs, in order for the episode to continue.

Before I continue, I'd like to share a little theory. I think the narrator's story might actually be the correct scripted one the episode was meant to read. Hameln does enjoy subtle but slightly harmful messaging, and telling a friend a sad story to cheer them up might be one of them. I think Wooly was supposed to start the story and the narrator was supposed to continue it (with our help). Because otherwise, why would the narrator be there at all if Wooly was supposed to tell the story? If that's the case, why isn't our script-loving Wooly following the script?

I have two theories:

1. First off, if you answer "tragedy" or "sad" for your favorite type of story, Wooly glances at Amanda (who doesn't appear to be paying attention) and says "We don't like those kinds of stories AT ALL." But... this is lie. We know Amanda likes these stories. So that means... the one who really doesn't like them is Wooly. His reaction to horror also implies that he has some of the trademark Hameln trauma too, though he doesn't seem to show it as much as Amanda. It's kind of a weird reaction to have honestly... like, why would the mention of the word "horror" give you flashbacks of... whatever THAT was. I've had this theory for a while now that part of the reason Wooly tries to change the subject when Amanda talks about sad stuff might simply be because HE doesn't like talking/thinking about this kind of stuff. When we answer "horror" he says he wishes he hadn't asked. In comparison, whenever Amanda remembers something about her past, like when we first mentioned Sam, she seemed confused and maybe a little suspicious of us, but she never flat out has said she regrets remembering these memories, despite how unpleasant they can be. It's a weird contrast. Almost like Amanda wants to remember and Wooly wants to forget. And he really doesn't seem to like listening to the narrator's story when it's told. It's almost like he was trying to avoid it getting told at all. In this case, it was never about cheering Amanda up and Wooly was being rather selfish here. So in order to prevent the narrator's story from getting told, he tells his own.

Which could explain why it's so bland and uncreative, considering Amanda (even in this episode alone) is shown to be the creative type of the two. She's an artist. We've never seen Wooly try and be creative before, so maybe it's just not his thing?

Another interesting thing is, Amanda goes off script quite often and the show seems to bend to her will, but for Wooly it doesn't. (in both this tape and the second In Your Neighborhood tape). It's almost like Amanda seems to get rewarded for going off script (aka in getting what she wants) and Wooly gets punished for it. But it always works for which might be why Wooly is surprised when the same doesn't work for him. But he continues to try nonetheless, trying to get HIS story back on track.

He continues to tell the story wrong ON purpose. Probably hoping he can get the show to play along, the way it always does for Amanda. But it FAILS again. Wooly starts to get frustrated and eventually realizes we're the ones messing with his story. When he asks us to at least TRY and go along with his story, he sounds annoyed which we don't get often from Wooly. So anyway that's theory 1.

Theory 2 goes a bit deeper.

To preface this, I don't 100% believe in this theory I could be wrong but I just want to put the idea on the table. It started with this detail I noticed and found REALLY interesting.

When the narrator says "the knight slew the dragon, not knowing they were killing their true love" Wooly looks at his hands with this weird, wide-eyed expression, while Amanda says the knight is going to regret that.

I've always thought his reaction here was a little strange. Like it didn't make sense. But what if this line is implying something about Wooly? I do think that this story is a metaphor for something, but it isn't a word-for-word representation of what happened. It is simply a SAD STORY to cheer Amanda up. But bits and pieces of it may remind Amanda and Wooly both of events that happened in their life. Amanda might relate to being separated from someone she cares about and to being turned into a monster (in her case, the demon) without her consent. But Wooly might relate to other things. For this scene in particular maybe he hurt someone he really cared about in a way he couldn't take back and really regrets that? (like the knight killing their true love, killing someone is something that cannot be undone). Once again, I don't think it's supposed to be a one-to-one thing. This line could even be hinting at Amanda and Wooly's falling out. Amanda tells us in the final tape that Wooly did something to betray her trust. Wooly and Amanda used to be best friends. So maybe Wooly did something that really hurt Amanda, something that could not be taken back. Something that ultimately made him lose his best friend and he regrets that. In multiple scenes in this series, Wooly seems to look sad or guilty when Amanda shows anger towards him or says they aren't friends anymore. So it's very possible that this is the case. That said, another common theme with Wooly is that he doesn't seem to enjoy looking at or talking about subjects that make him uncomfortable. (When Amanda talks about death, he seems extremely uncomfortable, when they watch the cat eat the bird he says he feels like he's going to be sick and his constant changing the subject routine that happens throughout the series). So this story, that might in some way remind him of a mistake he made might be something he doesn't want to hear. He doesn't want to be reminded that he screwed up in a way he can't take back, he doesn't want to hear it.

Side note, when Wooly suggests that finishing the story might cheer her up, she doesn't object, she sits back down and looks at him (albeit still pretty upset) and waits for him to continue.

As the narrator's story continues Wooly starts to seem really angry about it. And then he starts getting really like emotionally bent out of shape. Then there's the whole, "There was a big battle, the brave knight prevailed and then-" and Wooly stops, once again having this weird look on his face. Like this got too personal.

Wooly goes on to talk about how the Knight saves the princess and they live happily ever after.

I think this could imply that at one point or another, Wooly had some sort of chance to do something to help Amanda or save her from her fate. A chance he didn't take. Maybe this didn't even happen while they were trapped, but beforehand and Amanda found out later and got reasonably upset. In any case, it does feel like Wooly may be projecting to an extent. Maybe even trying to subtly tell Amanda that he's sorry, and he doesn't like how their story went. Something that Amanda clearly didn't pick up on. This would be interesting since it's not the first time the game or it's characters have tried to tell us something subtly through a story. Amanda did it through the lonely kitten and the farm animals. I'm not 100% sure that's what is going on here, but I am acknowledging the possibility. Regardless of what Wooly was trying to do, the true ending to this is that he fails.

Going off that theory, something else that add to this is the annoyance Wooly expresses when Amanda dislikes his story. He knows this isn't the story she likes, but if he were trying to tell her something with it, it'd be pretty annoying if he felt like she was ignoring that message. As Amanda keeps criticizing Wooly's story, Wooly claims he's doing his best to cheer her up. Which is a lie. This whole "I'm going to tell my own story" is incredibly selfish and misguided on Wooly's part. Amanda clearly isn't getting the point or liking the story. Even if Wooly was trying to hide some apology in this story, it still doesn't make it okay for him to activitely ignore Amanda's feelings. Besides, even if he is trying to apologize, the apology itself probably comes off a bit mockingly? Like... "I wish our lives didn't completely suck, I wish I had done something about it when I had the chance. But I'll never actually say it to your face." Another thing- Wooly clearly seems to feel genuninely bad about whatever he did to Amanda- but he has never even TRIED to apologize to her!!!

Amanda asking "why doesn't the dragon just put her out of her misery?" I think this adds to my other theory that Amanda just wants to be out of here. She wants to bring an end to what feels like an endless nightmare.

Idk if this post makes ANY sense and like there are so many more details that I could uncover I just wanted to share these two little theories. I do actually really like the idea that Wooly might actually be trying to hint at an apology in changing the sad story to a happy one but I'm probably thinking too deeply about this. Anyway I just wanted to share my thoughts! Hope you enjoy!

Bonus:

But I thought Wooly says he doesn't like scary stuff? I mean it's just a dragon so it isn't really scary but this was kinda weird of him right?

Is this a spelling error or is it intentional and somehow important? Genuinely asking.

[brooooswriting]

can you write another tara x reader story!! maybe some fluff or something having to do with ghostface coming back

Trust

Tara Carpenter x reader

This is kinda all over the place but enjoy

You’ve met Tara at college, she immediately fell for your playful but shy personality while you had a resting bitch face sometimes and you were just way to scared to talk to her. The first time she talked to you at the College gym, she needed someone to spot her and you, while you were brushing like crazy, stood behind her and tried not to look at her. From then on she started to randomly show up next to you on your way to class or the cafe. To the point where you finally started being yourself around her and you guys became unbelievably close, at least when it was just you.

Tara’s friends and sister thought you were imaginary, they hadn’t really ever seen you and Tara together and even when they smiled at you you were quick to turn away and power walk away. It made them suspicious of you, which you kinda got but you got anxiety attacks around them so you just kept doing it. “Y/n, we gotta talk” Tara said as she sat down next to you on your bed. “Oh oh” you grinned and looked at her making her smile too. “Sam and the others said that they don’t want me around you anymore, especially with the whole ghost face thing happening” she told you her hand softly grabbing yours, “but I have a plan. We will act like we had a disagreement and that we don’t talk anymore and then, bam, we can meet in secret” she was proud of her plan and you had to be honest it was the best thing that could happen right now so you agreed.

That night Tara went home and threw her backpack around the room before stumping towards the kitchen, “uh, what happened to you Mrs. Grumpy pants?” Mindy laughed causing Anika to poke her, “y/n and I had an argument, she was so rude. God, I’m done with her” she grumbled, “I’m sorry Tara, but there’s something off with her” Chad said placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, “he’s right. But I’m still sorry that it ended like this” Sam added and Anika agreed, the only once’s who didn’t say anything where Ethan and Quinn.

“They totally believed me, can I see you tonight?” -Tara

“Can’t, Ethan decided to invite himself in. I’ve talked to him like twice, don’t have a clue what he wants here”- you

You were really confused what he was doing here, you guys weren’t really friends. “I heard about your fight with Tara and I wanted to see if you needed comfort, she’s a very… specific person” he told you holding out a tissue, “thanks, yeah she is. It was stupid” you answered hoping that he’d leave soon. He didn’t. He kept trying to get you to talk about your opinion on Sam and Tara which seemed weird.

“He only left now, I guess it’s too late for you to come now?” You texted the small brunette who immediately answered, “be there in 10” and she was, she was quickly throwing herself onto your bed after grabbing a hoodie of yours. “What did he want?” She asked as she cuddled into your side, “see if I’m alright after our fight” you answered and kissed her head. “Tara?” You mumbled out as your hand stroked her back, she mumbled a ‘yeah’ which made you continue, “do you trust me?” You asked her, your hand stopping it’s movement on her back, her head lifted so she could look at you. “Of course I do, why?” She asked testing her chin on your chest, “just wanted to know” you shrugged and kissed her softly.

The next few days you kept it on the low, you’ve met in secret so nobody would see you two together, it was working out okay, but due to the ghostface attack it was getting harder and harder to meet up, especially since Ethan was constantly around you.

“Finally” Tara mumbled as you slipped into her dorm immediately attacking your mouth with hers, while pushing you on to the bed. Your hands glided over her body but were interrupted when her phone rang, “it’s Ethan” she mumbled out as she looked at it. “Ignore it” her lips immediately found yours again. So she did, if she had the option to kiss her or talk to Ethan it was obvious what she’d choose. You were sitting in her bed making out when you heard a knock, followed by a “it’s me” from Ethan causing Tara to groan. “Go hide” she mumbled before calling out to the boy “give me a second” she used the time you needed to hide yourself to fix her hair. When you were hidden in the closet she finally opened the door.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” She asked him not moving to let him inside, “well you weren’t answering your phone and i was bored so I decided to come and look for you” she cursed herself for not answering the phone. “Oh, I’m sorry but I don’t really feel good and I still have school stuff to do. Maybe Chad has time?” She tried to be polite while making the conversation end as quickly as possible. The boy just grunted, “it’s smells like y/n’s perfume in here” he mumbled looking around the room. She froze for a second before finding a lie, “really? Ive got a new room spray, the guys next door are constantly smoking weed and it smells terrible in here then” he seemed to believe her lie and said his goodbye.

“He’s gone, you can come out” she said as the door closed, the closet door opening. “What did he want?” You asked and sat on her bed, “wanted to hang out. Why does he know exactly how your perfume smells?” She asked with a raised eyebrow, “I don’t know. Why?” It wasn’t hard to see that you weren’t really telling the truth. She only answered with a stretched okay, looking at you suspiciously.

The next day the core four sat at the dinner table, Tara constantly being on your phone as she tried to reach you. “I’ve been sleeping with cute boy from next door” Sam suddenly said causing them all to cheer and laugh until they all got send a picture from an unknown phone, it was Quinn getting stabbed. All of them sprang into action, Tara immediately running towards the room but Chad pulled her back and out of the door while Mindy, Sam and Anika were left inside.

You only answered your phone an hour after the attack, nobody died but it was close. Anika nearly fell and had severe injuries, she nearly bled out on scene. “It’s not your fault Sam” cute boy said as he stood next to Sam and Tara, “someone took out knives so we couldn’t defend ourselves. Thank god you send us that picture” she mumbled throwing the cigarette to the ground. “I didn’t send you a picture, I only noticed when you guys were screaming” The sibling looked at each other, confusion written all over their faces, if it wasn’t him, who has it been? The younger carpenters phone rang making everybody flinch, “sorry, just a text from a classmate” she lied, it was a text from you. Asking what she wanted from you as she had texted you several times.

“Where have you been?” Chad screamed at Ethan as he pushed him against a wall, “I had Econ, you can ask everybody from that class. Here, let me call y/n” he said quickly raising his hands in front of him. It made Chad let him go.

“Wanna meet up later? You can tell me what happened” you texted the brunette the next day, sitting at the edge of some park bank on campus. “Can’t. I have a lecture right now and Gale wants to show us something, Kirby and Sam also aren’t letting me out of sight” she texted back making you sigh, “alright be careful” you were about to go to your dorm when you met Ethan. “Y/n, I gotta tell you something”

“Tara” you called out as you saw her and her friends on campus, she turned confused. “So you’ve been fucking him the whole time behind my back huh? That was the fucking reason you wanted to ‘keep it on the low’ wasn’t it!? I can’t believed I ever wanted to be with someone like you” you screamed at her, hurt lacing your voice, “y/n” she mumbled out trying to shush you, there was a crowd forming around you. “No, god I wish you and your psycho sister would have stayed on woodsborow and killed the people there and not the ones here. It’s been you guys all along hasn’t it!? God, I bet you also cheated on Amber with him. No wonder she wanted to kill uoi” There were tears forming in Tara’s eyes but you just kept going. But the slow blinks and the way you tapped the rhythm of her favorite song on the back of your hand made her suspicious. “I don’t ever wanna see you slut or your boy toy again” you turned and walked away, happy that Kirby held Chad back and Gale held Sam back. Otherwise you’d probably be dead.

Tara didn’t talk to anyone the whole day, she looked terrible and it hurt Sam to see her like this but she told her that you’d be bad news all along. “I’m sorry about what happened” she mumbled as she fell into step next to her, “it’s okay. I should have listened to you” she mumbled wiping her tears away. “You guys ready?” Kirby asked from the truck where she had all her stuff ready to track the call.

“Hello Sam” the voice from the other side of the phone said, “why are you doing this?” She asked looking around for anyone who could be the person. “Why are you being so unfriendly? I thought we could chat a bit, I mean, how’s your boy toy from next door?” Sams face fell, “and how is poor Tara? She lost her precious girlfriend didn’t she? They were cute when they were sneaking around, thinking that nobody would notice it” Tara’s eyes reared up again while sams jaw clenched. “Who are you?” She asked again making the person on the other side of the line groan. “You’re no fun” then the line went dead. “I got it, it’s somewhere on the west side” Kirby said, “Gale”

When they arrived Gale was already on the edge of bleeding out but the doctor still found a pulse making them let out a relieved sigh. “We gotta figure out who this is” chad said as all of them sat at the hospital. “He wants me, maybe I should just give myself to him” the older carpenter said making everybody jump up in protest. “Not happening” Tara said, Mindy and Anika nodding in agreement. “Can’t we just go somewhere safe?” Ethan asked, “no, he’d find us everywhere” Tara said, “but we can use that” she continued and explained her idea, quickly calling Kirby. Everybody was so focused on Tara that they didn’t notice Ethan also texting someone.

They decided to use public transportation as itd be harder for ghostface to attack them. And it was, at least until they got separated due to cute boy. But Ethan texted Chad that they’d be in the next train and would arrive 10 minutes later. When the first part arrived and Sam finally explained to Danny that he’d have to stay outside they met Kirby on the inside. “Let’s go look around” Tara said to Chad as Sam tried to get a hold of Mindy. “Uh look, Candy” Chad laughed as he pulled some old ass candy from the counter making Tara laugh, “you want these” she grinned unbelievably close to him, “nah, you can keep them” she mumbled looking up at him. “I’m sorry about y/n” he said as he looked down at her. “It’s okay, some things just aren’t meant to be” she answered before she was suddenly pulled back by ghostface. She whipped around and hit him before Chad and her took off trying to find Sam. “Ghostface” Tara said grabbing Sams hand and pulling her with them. They ran through several corridors trying to find a way out until a second one appeared cutting Chad off. Both of them started aggressively stabbing the boy causing Tara to scream out, Sam pulling her away. Once they found a bit of peace the older girls phone went off, “it’s Kirby Sam, she isn’t even with the FBI anymore. Went crazy they said” Wayne informed them.

Shortly after a ghostface appeared in front of them, then a second one and suddenly Kirby who pointed her gun at the two masked killers. “Don’t even act like it Kirby, we know you’re with them” Tara said, her voice breaking but before someone could say something the FBI agent was knocked out by one of the ghostfaces who then circled around the sisters. “Well well well” the sound came from the entrance showing officer Bailey. “This is nice isn’t it” he said as he walked closer, both ghostfaces coming to stand next to him. “It’s you” Sams mouth fell open in Realization. “Of course it’s me” he grinned “and this one here” he pointed to the right “is my son”. The ghost face pulled his mask off revealing Ethan. “If… that only leaves… Mindy?” Sams voice broke when she said her friends name. “Surprise” Quinn suddenly said, causing both of them to gasp as they believed she was dead. “How?” They asked causing the three of them to laugh. “Well, you know. Some fake blood and a different corpse. You wouldn’t believe the things they let you do when your daughter just died. But this isn’t even our best surprise” he said as a third ghostface appeared and again Sam feared that she’d find Mindy under the mask. “Look, when you Tara chose lovely Chad by cheating on poor little y/n, who did everything for you, we decided to choose y/n” and with that Tara’s biggest fear was confirmed. She has never felt so betrayed in her whole life, the person she loved so dearly and who knew about her trauma was doing something like this to her. It was you who hid under the mask a wicked smile on your face. “You should have listened to them, remember what I told you a couple of days ago” you said, your left eye twitching giving her a sign.

“Well, you’re probably asking yourself why we are doing this” Wayne started his speech looking up at the screen where a video of young Richie played. Quinn was watching it with him while Ethan watched Tara, making it your place to watch Sam who glared at you so hard you’d think she could actually kill you like this. You circled the girl, slowing when you were in front of her turning the knife in your hand so the handle showed her way. She looked at you confused but then quickly grabbed the knife while you pulled a second one out so they wouldn’t notice. “He was a limb dick” Sam started making fun of Richie which made his sibling walk towards her giving you a second to check on Tara who was looking at you with hate and sadness. You circled her, waiting for some kind of signal from Sam. The signal came as Sam stabbed Quinn, you acted like you were so perplex that you lost Tara cursing a bit when you noticed. “Go get them” Wayne screamed making the sibling run to them. They carpenters were climbing a railing when the police officer suddenly fired a gun causing Tara to slip and hold onto sams hand. She was slipping more and more while Ethan stood under her, “I’ve always wanted to stick something inside of you Tara” the sentence made you snap. You ran towards him kicking the weapon out of his hand, shortly before Tara jumped down into his arms. “Die a fucking virgin” she stabbed him into the mouth twisting the knife slowly. “Are you alright?” You immediately asked when her feet touched the ground, “don’t you dare even try to speak to me” she growled as she looked up to Sam who just shot Quinn in the head. “Tara come on” you tried but quickly figured out that Sam was in trouble so you ran up the stairs and tackled Wayne to the ground before he could hurt Sam. You were wrestling with him on the ground, “go Sam” you screamed trying to keep the man with the knife down but it was no use. The moment Sam was out of your vision you gave up, causing the man to stab you several times to the point you became unconscious. The last thing you remembered was a blonde woman knocking him off of you.

“Guys guys I figured out who it is” Mindy called out as she arrived at the scene, “it’s Wayne and Ethan” she said proudly, “and Quinn. Long story” Sam added, “and Y/n” Tara added with a small voice. “Well, you know I wasn’t really a big fan of her but she wasn’t really a part of this. She was the one who gave me the knife and she saved me from Bailey” Sam told her with a hand on her shoulder while Tara teared up. “She’s dead now anyways” she was sad, even though you betrayed her she loved you and she will never have the chance to tell you that.

“We got another one, barely alive. We need to go now” the sisters turned to find you on a Carrier, unconscious with several stab wounds and bruises. “Wait” Tara screamed out and climbed into the ambulance. You guys had a lot to talk about.

You woke up a day later, “am I dead?” You mumbled out as you looked around the white room until you heard someone chuckle. “No you’re not” Tara said with a small smile. “I guess we should talk huh” you said as you saw the tears in her eyes.

You had a lot to explain…

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Part two with the “explanation”?

[dreamersbcll]

A prompt for whenever you have time or feel like writing it: tara struggling with her sexuality and badly wanting to tell sam but she's scared she might not accept her just like her mother

“Tolerate It”

if it’s all in my head, tell me now

(a part two of this post)

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The art of subtlety was going to be the death of Tara.

After all the blood washed away and the bodies that littered her fears cleared, she didn’t really know what was next.

Sam was back. Her parents were gone. Amber was dead. Nothing was quite the way it should be.

Tara thinks that she is okay with that. Change was something that she was learning to be OK with— not like she had any choice. All she could do was move forward, afraid that if she dug her heels in, she would be left behind indefinitely.

Hell was hot enough. To be lonely before entering the depths seemed to be a death sentence in itself.

Yet there was this nagging voice in her head- one that told her she could be safe. That Sam would stay. And that she could be herself— her true self.

They had been through hell and back together, letting Tara get a taste of what her afterlife would be like. With Sam, it was a lot less scary. So maybe, just maybe, it could all be okay. She would be okay.

Tara knew there was no right way to go about something like this. Well, okay, that’s a lie. There was a proper way. Sitting Sam down, perhaps after dinner, and breaking the news to her gently. It was as if Sam was a wild animal that Tara had to break, and ease into the new role they would have to play from then on.

She packed her bags anyway and folded her sheets on her bed neatly for Sam to handle when she inevitably had to leave. That way, her sister would have no problems with getting rid of Tara’s stuff if need be.

Being gay was a liability. It was always something that could make or break a beautiful relationship, tainting the very foundations it stood on. Tara knew that well. She was never able to hold a perfect thing and not demolish it.

After New York and watching Mindy lose a lover of her own, Tara could feel the walls closing in. How could she hide a part of herself that she mourned daily? To die without being honest, honest of who she was and who she loved, and to let Amber die as just a murderer? How could she be so cruel, so callous to the one girl she’s ever loved?

She wouldn’t let Amber die like that. Even if the girl maimed her.

Even if Tara had killed her.

So when Tara got home from university after a long day of learning about queer rights and how to write about her pain, it was decided. She had to do it now, or it would never happen. And she couldn’t live with never.

Dumping her backpack off in the foyer, she wandered the apartment, looking for the person who could calm her fears with the touch of a hand.

Or ruin her once again.

There she found Sam, pacing the living room, one hand pressing her phone to her ear, the other clutching a wad of papers. The phone bill. Sam had been bitching about the prices for a while now.

Quietly sneaking up on her sister, Tara swallowed her pride and calmly asked for her sister’s attention. “Hey, Sam?”

Sam looked up, her stressed smile breaking into one of love and ease. Holding one hand up, signaling Tara to wait, Sam replied. “Hold on, baby. I’m on the phone.”

Her big sister returned to the call, arguing with the person on the phone.

Tara could feel the anxiety bubbling up in her stomach, constricting her throat, cutting off her air supply. Her ears were ringing, and all she could think of was shooting Amber in the head; all she could hear was the body of the one person who could ever love her like that, dying against the wooden floorboards. Forgotten. As if their love never mattered. As if it was never real.

“Sam,” she pleaded, tugging on her sister’s sleeve.

Sam glanced back at Tara, her eyes flashing with annoyance. “Tara, one second, please. I’m here, just gimme a minute,” she said, pulling away from Tara’s grasp.

Once again, without finesse or explanation, Tara blurted out her truth. This time, she did it with closed eyes, her body pulling back, expecting the fallout. The hurt. The pain. She waited for the shrapnel of all those things to dig into her skin, a death by a thousand cuts.

“I’m gay.”

Her big sister froze, pulling the phone away from her ear. “What?”

Tara swallowed hard, her eyes still shut. She could feel hot shame creeping up her neck, coloring her cheeks humiliated. Fuck. This wasn’t right. She fucked it up again. Her demise was something she had both hands in, constantly destroying every part of her without question.

“I’m a lesbian. Gay. I’m… not like you,” she forced out, her hands clenched into fists.

Another beat of silence passed, Sam’s uneven breathing being the only indication that she was still in the room. Tara shook her head slightly. She couldn’t wait like last time. She couldn’t hear her sister say those words.

She had to go.

“I’ll go grab my shit. Get a Taxi,” she murmured, pushing past Sam, beelining for her room.

Before Sam could grab her, Tara locked the door, barricading herself inside. She leaned against the door, letting her back slowly slide down until she was on the floor, her knees tucked into her chest. Hot tears slid down her cheeks, shame choking her throat. Stupid. She was so stupid. Nobody could love a fuck-up like her. She was such an idiot.

A hesitant but firm knock at the door snapped Tara out of it.

“Hey, let me in. Tara, I’m here. Let me in,” Sam softly whispered, her cheek pressed against the soft wooden door.

Tara shook her head, covering her eyes. “It’s okay. Mami didn’t want me. Papi didn’t. You, at one point, either. I know when I need to leave.”

“Tara.”

She screwed her eyes shut, pressing her hands against closed eyes, letting her vision go black. Alone. She was going to be alone.

“Sam, I’m scared of Hell. But being alone is worse, almost,” she whispered, pausing to swallow.

She shook her head. “It’s okay. I’ll find a new place to be from. I’m good at this thing called change. Leaving isn’t new.”

“Tara.”

Pausing, Tara heard the question in her sister’s voice.

Let me in.

And so she did.

She let Sam in and turned away from her big sister, crossing her arms tightly against her chest. She could feel Sam move in, her presence warm and soft. Beckoning Tara towards her.

But she couldn’t. She wouldn’t survive it.

Sam got behind her, gently touching Tara's shoulder, ignoring how her baby sister flinched.

“Look at me. Baby, look at me,” she coaxed, squeezing Tara’s shoulder.

Tara shook her head violently, pushing Sam’s hand off her shoulder. She turned to face her big sister, her eyes dark. “Don’t say it. I won’t survive it if you say it. I can’t hear you say it. Please. Just let me go, please. Let me go.”

Her big sister shook her head, pulling Tara in. She hugged her little sister to her chest, holding her tight. Sam just got her back. She wasn’t going to let her little sister go again.

Leaning down, she cupped her sister’s face, forcing Tara to look into her eyes. She gently wiped away tears with her thumbs, her own heart breaking at the betrayal in Tara’s eyes.

“Honey. Mi Cielo. Mi Vida. I love you. I love you for all you are and all you’ll ever be. Your sexuality doesn’t mean anything to me,” Sam paused, closing her eyes in frustration. “Not what I meant. I mean, I love you endlessly. Completely. You are my baby. My love. My life. Who you love doesn’t matter to me. All that matters is your happiness and your peace.”

Tara swallowed hard. This wasn’t right. Sam was supposed to leave, leaving Tara behind. There was supposed to be reconciliation or hint of kindness—only cold and darkness, solidarity and repenting.

Not this.

She looked up at Sam, tears blurring her vision. Her tongue felt heavy, too big for her mouth. Nothing felt right. This wasn’t right.

But this is what it was.

“Do you mean that? Mami didn’t want me. She told me that hell was waiting. I’m not ready for that,” she slurred slightly, her heart heavy.

Sam shook her head, silencing all of Tara's vices and fears. “Baby. I love you so much. What our mother thought doesn’t mean shit. She doesn’t mean shit. You are not going to hell. And if you are, I'm following you there. You and I always. I love you. I am so fucking proud of you. So proud,” she soothed, brushing hair out of Tara’s face.

It was too much. All too much. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. But this was it.

Sam loved her. She still loves her. Even if Tara is a sinner, a sinner going to hell.

Why does she still love her?

Tara closed her eyes, tears still flowing. Her heart was heavy, her face warm, her chest tight. She didn’t know what to do, what to say. She didn’t know how to beg for forgiveness, for saving.

She tried anyway.

“Sammy,” she begged, her hands curling into Sam’s shirt, tugging.

Her sister planted a kiss on Tara’s forehead. “Tara. Look at me. I love you. I’m proud of you. I am so proud of you. I’m here, baby. I’m not leaving,” she whispered.

When Tara didn’t answer, for fear that she was making it all up, Sam continued.

“I love you. Te amo. Te amo. Te amo,” she said as she pressed kisses up and down Tara's face.

God may never forgive her. But Sam did. And that’s all Tara would ever need.

[moonligsposts]

Dean Winchester x reader

Summery: you and Sam are happily together but one night Dean gets drunk and he finds himself confesses his love for you.

«Dean, I think you drank too much tonight.» I say grabbing his hand before he could take another sip from his drink.

«Do you have in mind something greater than drink? ‘Cause if you do, please tell me.» Dean uses an ironic tone. I roll my eyes. He bites his lips.

«I love getting on your nerves, you know? You damn sexy when you’re upset…» his hand goes on my cheek and caresses it with his thumb.

I don’t understand what is going on, why he is doing that… yes, he was always kind to me but not that much.

«Dean…» he shakes his head.

«Just a few moments… please.» he says and I nod.

«Are you okay?» I ask him looking in his eyes. «I mean, apart everything strange and scary and…» he talks before I can finish my sentence.

«No, I’m not okay.» When he says it I notice the sadness on his face.

«Would you like to tell me what is wrong?» I smile at him, and Dean does a little smirk.

«I could never ask you that. I can’t even say it aloud.» his hand’s still on my face.

«What’s up? You’re scaring me.» he smiles and takes his hand off my face.

«When I look at you all I think is “I can’t do that”, you know? Because you’re Sammy’s. But, god, I wish you were mine.» he turns around and gets off the bar while I stay there, paralysed.

He just said that he wants me? I take my jacket and go after him.

Dean stands against his car, with the hands in his pockets and the head low.

«What was that?» I ask almost yelling.

«Calm yourself, sweetheart. I’m drunk. I don’t know what I’m saying.» he says without watching me.

«You know I’m with Sam, right?» He rolls his eyes and does a grin.

«Yes, I know. And you don’t make me forget about it even for a damn minute. How many times you moan his name when he fucks you? When he takes you in the shower? When he kisses your neck? Have you ever think I could hear you? Or maybe that turn you on more and more?» he comes closer to me and makes me push against the Impala. He is in front of me with his arms at the sides of my body.

«How many times I had to stay out of the room because you two were making out and all I could think was “Damn it, I wanna be the one who fucks her.” But no, you choose Sam… the big hot nerd. And what about me?»

He kisses my neck, really he is sucking my skin.

«Dean… stop.» I say but I understand, from my tone, I don’t mean it.

«Tell me you love Sam… I dare you.» his hands explore my body and one of them stops at my thing. He grabs it and push it to make his room to my vagina. He touches me there and, even if my jeans are on, I feel wet.

«Dean…» I whisper.

«Yes, moan my name darling.» His hand slips under my shirt and unhook my bra.

«Would you like to continue in the car or I have to take you right there?» he whispers in my ear. I’m not able to talk, I feel the passion grows in me.

«I’m with Sam…» I say in a whisper.

«You want me.» while he’s saying these words he grabs my chin, lifting my face.

«I want you…» he kisses my lips. His tongue opens my mouth strongly, but I don’t step back, instead I kiss him back. My hand is lost in his hair pushing him closer. His hands unbutton my jeans and he opens the car door.

We enter in the Impala, he is over me.

«Now, Y/n, you’re mine.» he says firmly and I nod.

«I’m yours.» He smirks and winks.

«Yes, you are.» He lowers over me pulling me off my shirt and my bra. He grabs one of my boobs with his hand, squeezing it tight, meanwhile he takes in his lips the nipple of the other.

My hands reach his jeans to unbutton it, but he stops me.

«I’ll tell you when it’s time. Just enjoy it.»

He returns to his work on my boobs, but I wanna more so I lift my hips against him.

«Please, Dean…» he bites my nipple making me moan and, finally, he lowers on my pants.

He touches me.

«You have wet your panty… good girl.»

Without taking off my underwear, he rubs my clit and I help the movement by moving me against her finger.

He finally takes it off and puts his finger in the middle of it. He licks it.

«Delicious... I think Sam likes it. Have you ever tasted you?» I shake my head.

«What a shame. You should do that, you’re so good.»

Then he opens my legs a little more and pulls his tongue against my pussy licking it.

«Dean…» I moan when he bites my clit. He makes his tongue goes round and round while he stinks his finger in my sex.

«I have to say it, you squeeze so tight. I like it.»

«Another…» I moan for more.

He sticks out his finger, takes off his jeans and his pants and enters inside me.

The both of us moan at the same time and he starts to move his hips. He pushes himself inside me more and more, I follow his movement.

«Dean I’m…» I say in a wisher, I feel so high and full… his pushes become stronger.

I come all over his sex but he doesn’t stop.

«Oh, you’re amazing.» I say while he continues to push. I want him to be pleased like I am so I make him come closer to so he’s almost lying over me. I wrap his waist with my legs and he grabs my back. I take off his shirt and I kiss him on the lips, neck, shoulder, chest, everywhere.

«I’m close…» he says and I squeeze his sex tighter. When he tries to get off of me to come and keep him strongly against me.

«Y/n, I can’t…»

«I want you inside of me.» He comes and all of him fill me completely.

We stay for a little like this then I lift up getting out of me.

We look at each other without saying a word then we dress up.

When we have done and the high was gone, I feel terrible.

«Dean…» I try to say something but nothing comes out of my mouth.

«I don’t judge you. I’m not thinking about you betray my brother with me, all I’m thinking is that this was the best night of my life.»

[sk3tch-rottmnt]

A little drabble for @davilishuuu based on this post

(This is my first time writing anything SPN related so characters might talk/act non-canon) - :')

The morning sun feels amazing on Sam's face as it shines through the crappy shades that no one ever seems to fix. Her eyes flicker open as she streches her arms and legs before slowly getting out of bed and getting her morning started.

Her morning routine is simple, eat breakfast, go on at least a 2 mile run, then come back, pick out an outift for the day, take a shower, do her makeup like she wants, and then she'll do her hair.

She does most of her routine without fail, but this morning was different. When it comes time for styling her hair, she heads towards the bathroom and sighs as she hears her elder brother, Dean, belting the words to Sweet Child O' Mine in the shower.

She groans, looks like she'll have to wait till Dean's out of the shower. 5 minutes go by, then 10, then 15.

"Ok what the hell is taking so long?" Usually Dean is in and out of the shower within 5 or 10 minutes, but now after 20 minutes, this is just freaking ridiculous.

Sam walks back towards the bathroom, the shower isn't running, and Dean isn't singing Guns N' Roses anymore, so why was he still in the bathroom?

Her patience slowly runs out as she barges through the bathroom door. "Dean you better not be using my fucking flat iron aga-!"

She stops talking when she sees Dean looking back at her with an incredibly embarrassing look on his face. His hair and body are wrapped in towels and he was slowly caressing Cas's handprint indentation on his right arm.

Sam quickly, puts two and two together.

"Homo" she says as she slams the door shut.

Hope you like Davil :)

[highway-tuna]

'777' (Chapter Two)

pairing(s): Jake Kiszka x Reader, Josh Kiszka x Reader

wc: 4.3k+

warnings: swearing, implied sex, mentions of dead parent, alcohol, depictions of anxiety

Masterlist

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Entering a lavish looking lounge, you very quickly come to realize you really are underdressed here. Your hands fidget along your clothes, smoothing out your shirt and tugging at the hem. Left and right, people clap Sam on the shoulder with greetings and congratulations on the performance. Even Syd says hi to some people, not being known, but definitely more of a social butterfly than you are. For now, you stay quiet and linger behind the two until you approach another familiar face.

“Oh, now I see what took Sam so long. You must be Sydney, right?” He extends his hand out to her, smiling politely. “I’m Danny.” His eyes look between her and Sam before landing on the shirking figure behind them. It’s as if Sam could feel you hiding because he steps aside, throwing a guiding arm over your shoulder to pull you through. Danny gives a puzzled look once Sam presents you to him, but it’s extremely short lived. “Wait… (Y/N)?” His eyes widen.

You manage to just barely speak out, “It’s great to see you aga-” Your words are cut off by his strong arms pulling you in for a bear hug, almost knocking the air out of you. The embrace feels heavier than Sam’s, not just physically. “Danny?”

With a final squeeze, he finally releases you, looking at you with an… unreadable emotion. “I can’t believe…” He turns to Sam. “Where’d you find her?”

“She was still working with Eleanor. No finding necessary,” he responds. Your eyes dart between the two of them. It feels like some context is missing. Were they actively looking for you or something? You weren’t lost or anything. You’d always been in Michigan. You never left. Sam seems to recognize your confusion. “Mom had told us… what happened with your parents and we thought-”

Your face falls at the mere mention. “No… No, I’ve always been here.” A forced laugh comes out of you, suddenly desperate to avoid talking about this. This claustrophobic feeling causes a tightness in your chest, especially with all three of their eyes on you. Syd has no clue about anything. Sam and Danny have a somewhat better understanding. 

Thankfully, the tension shifts when Danny says, “Well, Josh’s gonna love seeing you again, Sunny. Jake too.” He comfortingly runs his hand along your arm. Sam laughs and lightly nudges him.

“Hey, we’re not allowed to call her that, remember?” Sam adds, Danny rolling his eyes in return. You chuckle, but you clearly don’t understand what they’re referencing. Sam turns to you to explain. “The twins used to give us death glares when we were younger if we’d call you Sunny or Sunshine. Like it was their thing and we weren’t allowed or something.”

Danny shakes his head, but laughs as well. “We -Well, Sam mostly, used to say it whenever he’d want to get on their nerves.”

“Well, yeah! You were close to us too, we should be able to call you that. You were like a sister to us.”

“Probably more like a sister in law.” You freeze at Danny’s comment, a slight tinge of pink warming your cheeks. Unfortunately, he catches your reaction. “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you didn’t know.”

An awkward thin lipped smile forms on your face while you cross your arms. “Didn’t know what?” A social game is now at hand where you try not to reveal too much all while getting them to tell you what they know. There were… things that had occurred between you and the twins, but they had all happened in secret. At least secret to your knowledge. Sam and Danny exchange a look as if they had shared too much. 

Sam uses this as an opportunity to escape. “Well, I should go take Syd around, right? Have fun you two!” Danny’s jaw tenses as we watch the two dissipate into the crowd, Syd giving us a small wave goodbye.

“So… you were saying?” You tilt your head towards him. He glances around, obviously looking for an escape of his own. Much to your dismay, he finds one. One that brings you a strange sense of dread and excitement.

“Actually, I think I see Josh over there.” You don’t even get the chance to disagree or even prepare yourself before you feel Danny’s hands on your shoulders, guiding you in his direction. The beating of your heart rattles your chest, ringing all the way up to your ears. What is there to say? How is he going to react to seeing you? And Jake? That’s going to be even worse. “Josh!” He calls out, waving one of his hands to get his attention over all the people bustling about. In the middle of a conversation with a drink in hand, he looks over locking onto Danny. 

His caramel colored eyes meet yours, filling you with a warm sense of familiarity. As if all the memories of hardship fade and all you can recall are the warm summer days of playing in the grassy field together or chopping wood during icy Frankenmuth winters. The crowd around you disappears in your mind and with one small contact, it’s just you and him. You were always unaware of what feelings would arise when you’d reconnect, but you didn’t expect such a swell of your heart. Everything plays in slow motion as you watch wires connecting in his head, wasting no time to remember you. Maybe he didn’t have to remember. It seems like he never forgot.

Rapidly excusing himself from his conversation and placing his drink onto the counter, he makes his way over to you guys. Just as he reaches you, as if divine intervention, Danny gets pulled aside by other guests. Finally, standing feet across from each other, he… doesn’t do anything. Nothing is said. He doesn’t pull you into a tight hug like Danny or make a verbal scene like Sam. His eyes just bear into yours before falling to every feature across your face, taking in every detail. It’s almost a contagious notion because you find yourself doing the same. 

The light, the sunshine in his eyes have gone completely unchanged. They sparkle almost to the same degree as the little gemstones surrounding them. An unfamiliar characteristic in his day to day from when you knew him, but Josh always had a flair for the dramatic. And speaking of unfamiliarly dramatic, his tight curly mullet and shaved sides down to his mustache and goatee definitely present him as a new man to you. Yet his rosy cheeks, possibly flushed for a multitude of reasons, and soft pink lips parted just enough to remind you of his tooth gap continue to feed into the image of the Josh you once knew. Full of joy and energy and light, always starkly contrasting the life you had endured. The quietest chuckle escapes you, more akin to a hefty breath out of your nose. 

“Joshua,” You say his name in almost a mocking tone, teasing just as you used to when you were kids. His hands grab both of yours, giving them a quick squeeze before they gingerly run up your arms and onto your shoulders.With another firm grasp, he pulls you into a quick hug, pulling away to cup your cheeks. 

“God, Sunny…” seems like all he can make out. It’s a rare occasion when you can render Josh Kiszka speechless. If this reunion were more private, you could bet that there would be tears involved. His grin widens as he laughs, the sound bringing a warmth to your chest. A feeling you hadn’t felt in… the years he’d been gone. “How… how are you? You look as beautiful as I remembered.”

You push your tongue into your cheek, biting back a grin. The blush across your cheeks gives away your feelings as much as you’d like to hide them. Shaking your head at his compliment, you respond, deflecting his question. “I should be asking you how you’ve been. Look at you, playing stadiums and… and looking like this.” It’s undeniable how handsome he had become. Of course, he was always attractive, but he’s a man now. A confident and sparkly man. “Drama club and show choir really paid off, huh?” You playfully nudge him.

It’s amazing how quickly the ice had melted. It wasn’t an exaggeration that Josh was the sun. He always had this magical ability to pull things out of people, things that were gone or hidden. Things that maybe never existed to begin with, but he could find it. “Oh, definitely. Did they pay off for you too?” A laugh leaves your lips as you shake your head and it almost surprises you. The internal whiplash you’re feeling, it’s suffocating almost. Why did things feel so easy with Josh? Why is there this lifted feeling in you? Why could he make you laugh earnestly; the first time you’d laughed and genuinely meant it in years? You expected a tense discussion about what happened- well, there was still time for that. Especially with Jake. “What’ve you been doing?”

“Still bartending. Nothing much else, nothing like you guys.” He rolls his eyes, brushing off your comment.

“Are you still at El’s?”

“Yep, but she moved her business out here.”

“Ah, so you’re living in Detroit now?” Your lower lip disappears between your teeth. Talking about where you lived was painful to say the least. Falling asleep at the bar so often wasn’t ever an accidental decision for you. It went hand in hand with crashing at El’s house or finding anyone willing to take you to bed with them for the night. Anything to keep you from that physical flashback. It’s just a glorified storage container at this point. You’d stop by to change clothes, maybe shower and brush your teeth, but that’s about it. It’s been over a month since the last time you had to sleep there. You finally shake your head in response to Josh’s question, garnering a furrowed brow. “You’re still in Frankenmuth?”

“Never left.” The words fall out of your mouth dryly. His jaw tightens as worry fills his eyes.

“Sunny, don’t tell me you’re-”

“I am. He left me the house and ran off after she… passed.” You chuckle bitterly and shrug, not allowing him to spout pitiful sentiments your way. “Can’t look a gift horse in the mouth, right?” His eyes scan yours, trying to find something to say. But even with all the time away from each other, he seems to know not to push it, at least not now. Not here. Eager to escape this awkward feeling, you decide to jump out of the frying pan into the fire. “Is Jake here?” Your arm crosses your chest, digging into the flesh of your opposite shoulder. Whether the conversation at hand is making you anxious or purely the thought of Jake’s presence is anyone’s guess.

It’s now Josh’s turn to bark out a harsh laugh. “Already trying to ditch me, Sunny?” You shake your head and prepare to defend yourself, but he catches you off guard. With his hand placed along the small of your back, he leans in and speaks softly, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to be a little selfish before I have to share you again.” His mouth hovers just by your ear, so close you could feel his breath on your skin. You choose to ignore the goosebumps along your skin and hope he does the same. “Come with me.” 

His placement on your lower back is unwavering as he guides you through the busy lounge, passing the bar where you spot a familiar figure in the distance. “Is that…?” Halting in your tracks, Josh begrudgingly does the same with a weary sigh. The sight of him sends a chill straight down your spine. The dimly lit lounge doesn’t do much in seeing the finer details, but you know it’s him. From his wispy brown hair grazing his shoulders straight down to his chelsea boots. Wearing sunglasses inside of an already dark building isn’t something you’d put past him, but it definitely didn’t help your already frayed image of him. Neither did the woman fawning over him, hands draped across the exposed skin of his loosely buttoned shirt. 

A sour smirk is plastered on your face as you return your gaze to Josh. “He hasn’t changed much, has he?” Your tone holds a grudge, one you shouldn’t even have at this point.

“He has, I promise.” Josh tilts his head, gesturing for you to look back. With another glance, it does seem like he’s indifferent to the woman desperately vying for his affection. The drink in his hand calls his attention more than she does. For a split second, it feels as though he’s staring in your direction although the sunglasses make it practically impossible to tell if he can even see you, let alone recognize you. “We could go say hi, if you’d like.”

No hesitation, you shake your head. “He seems busy. You wanted me to yourself.” Your eyes meet Josh’s once more, an excited glint very present in his sights. “I’m all yours, Josh.” Most people would try to avoid seeming so eager, but he wasn’t like most people. A toothy grin spreads from ear to ear as he nods, his hand at the small of your back slipping towards your waist with a gentle squeeze. You return the smile and allow him to direct you again. Taking a quick peek over your shoulder, you notice Jake is suddenly alone. A ping of guilt strangely paired with curiosity can be felt, but it’s forced down once he’s out of your view. 

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Both you and Josh roll your eyes at the sound of Jake’s door slamming shut, followed by girly giggles and squeals. With the parental Kiszkas gone for the weekend and Ronnie at a friend’s for a sleepover, that left the house unattended except for the twins and Sam. You’d been invited over which wasn’t a surprise as you’d always been the default guest, but what was to your surprise was the fact that you weren’t the only one. In fact, it was a surprise to both Sam and Josh as well that Jake had invited his new girlfriend over. 

On a regular occasion, the boys weren’t even allowed behind closed doors with a girl. You were the only one Karen and Kelly trusted in that regard. But once they were gone, that rule went straight out the window. Mostly for Jake. He had an alternating roster of girls, in and out, but rarely had it been such a late night and obvious endeavor.

“Jakey!” You and Josh wince at the sound of her voice through the thin walls. You shake your head and return your attention to the twin beneath you as you sit astride him at the edge of his bed. It’s a funny parallel to what’s probably going on in Jake’s room, but here, it was far more innocent. Josh had designated you as his own makeup artist for his personal film projects. He was going to shoot some footage tomorrow, but still hadn’t nailed a look down for his makeup. 

Dragging the eyeliner pencil along his waterline, he keeps blinking and interrupting you. Your tongue sticks out just a bit in an expression of concentration, but when he moves again, you groan. “Josh, keep your eyes open or learn to do this yourself,” you clearly scold him yet the grin that tugs at each corner of your mouth makes it impossible to be serious.

“I’m trying, Sunny, but this is the worst part,” he dramatically whines, tilting his head back as he rests his hands on your thighs to support you. Close proximity was something you never shied away from when it came to the Kiszka twins. Their love language was always physical touch, platonic or otherwise. It mostly came through with Josh, but Jake did it too. It felt more… accidental with Jake or just something he did absentmindedly rather than Josh’s intentional touching. He leans back in, returning access to his face. “Just don’t poke my eye out and we’ll be-”

The sounds of bed creaks and light thuds in a rhythmic pattern hitting the connecting wall cause his words to come to a halt. So the torture begins. You sigh and press the pencil back to Josh’s waterline. “I swear to god, if he doesn’t turn on some music or something…” You complain out loud, hoping he can hear you. But after a moment longer, it’s apparent that this is only going to get worse. The creaking gets faster and in turn, the moaning begins. There’s a shared disgust in both your face and Josh’s. High pitched breathy moans that sound almost dramatized. 

The two of you try to continue despite the noise, but it’s impossible. Meticulously smearing red face paint along his cheeks, you hear Jake’s name practically being chanted in that same sharp, grating tone. You pray for Sam’s sake that this is only as easily heard here because of the shared wall and not that it’s echoing throughout the house. “I’m gonna kill him tomorrow,” Josh mutters.

“I’ll kill him tonight.” You both laugh while more sounds of pleasure cause your ears to bleed. A sneaking thought creeps into your mind, wondering what Jake could possibly be doing that would make someone feel so good. With a literal shake of your head, you dissuade that thought. “Y’know, two can play at this game.” Josh’s brow quirks up with intrigue, never one to shy away from a little mischief. No warning, you pull away from Josh’s face and let out a dramatic moan. His hand shoots to his mouth in a mix of shock and laughter. The creaking of the bed slows for a moment, but continues at its original pace.

“What the hell are you doing, Sunny?”

“Giving him a taste of his own medicine. He’s being an asshole,” you respond before moaning again. And again. And again. In a pattern not too far off from what’s happening in Jake’s room. As a cherry on top, you cry out, “Oh, Joshy!” You can’t get it out without laughter trailing the end, but your point was still made by the extremely loud boom of Jake throwing something against the wall. The sounds almost cease entirely after that. 

Garnering a look of sheer bewilderment from Josh, he stares up at you and glances down at the fact that you’ve been moaning wildly all the while straddling his lap. His fingertips press into the flesh of your thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze. A light pink tinge sprouts from his cheeks beneath the red face paint. “You sound… experienced,” he mumbles. You laugh and shake your head, moving back in to finish up the makeup.

“Not at all actually.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Haven’t found anyone to…” Your words falter when you hear the sound of Jake’s door open and footsteps making their way to Josh’s bedroom. Your head whips around to the door flying open, revealing a shirtless and sweaty Jake, chest still slightly heaving. The flushed look on his face was either one of anger or exertion. Probably both. You cock your brow at him, unmoving from Josh’s lap. A notion he seemingly agrees with as he continues to knead your thighs. “Need something, Jakey?” Your tone comes out as naive as you can manage, but calling him by that pet name in the same exact way his girlfriends call him makes it clear that you’re being intentional.

Josh cranes his head around to see his brother past your figure on top of him. “Yeah, need something, Jacob?”

With a huff and puff, Jake's jaw tightens. “You’re un-fucking-believable,” he mumbles, shaking his head before turning on his heel. He slams the door behind him and presumably returns to his room. You almost feel guilty for a moment, but Josh catches that look in your eyes. He cradles your face in his hand and shares a smile.

“He’ll get over it. You know he can’t stay mad at you, Sunny,” he grins as he tries to instill some comfort, “He was being gross anyway. He deserved it.” You slowly nod, mirroring Josh’s look of reassurance to let him know you were okay. “Now, the task at hand, how do I look?” Chuckling, you smear red paint across his nose, messing up the intentional design.

“We’re gonna have to start over.” You reach over to the pile of makeup supplies on Josh’s bed, grabbing a makeup wipe before settling back onto his lap.

His hands support you, gently resting on your waist as his eyes flutter shut while you begin cleaning the makeup off of his face. “And as long as you stay right here, I don’t mind.”

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The cool Detroit air graces your skin, goosebumps coating your arms. Maybe stepping outside of the lounge on a September night without a jacket or anything was not the best call. Josh chuckles at the sight of you and rubs his hands along your arms, trying to help keep you warm. Unfortunately, Josh’s hands are just as naturally cold as you remembered them. “You’re not helping, y’know,” you correct him with a chuckle of your own.

“The friction helps both of us,” he adds, a twinkle of… something in his eyes.

“Is the Josh Kiszka from famous rock band Greta Van Fleet flirting with me?” You tease him as you raise your brow at his actions. 

He laughs, pulling you in closer to him. “I missed this. I missed you.” The jovial energy falters, shifting into pure sincerity. A change that feels heavy and begins to gnaw at you with racing thoughts mixed with varying levels of guilt. When he pulls you in, you instinctively rest your head against his shoulder. The privacy out here and lack of bystanders makes this moment feel all the more sentimental. “You could’ve called, (Y/N)...” His quiet phrase feels like a knife to the chest, the following words becoming the poetic twist. “When everything happened to your parents, Mom called me. Wanted me to tell Jake too, but I- uh… didn’t get around to it.”

Your blood runs cold as he starts to bring up the past, things you haven’t spoken about since they happened. You never wanted to talk about it again, never thought there’d be a reason to. But then again, it was fully expected that you’d never see Josh or Jake again. “Sorry,” in a meek tone is all you can utter for now.

“Don’t. Don’t be sorry, Sunny. It’s okay.”

“Why… why didn’t you tell Jake?”

The question catches Josh off guard, a silence filling the air before he finds the words. “I… don’t really know, if I’m being honest. When Mom told me, I didn’t know if you were… she didn’t even know if…” His words keep trailing off, but you get the full picture.

“You thought I was dead?”

“It was a possibility.” He gently squeezes you with his arm wrapped around you. “Jake was a little worse for wear after we left. I knew you two didn’t end on a good note, but if I let him know… I just didn’t think it would be good for him.”

A light scoff falls from your lips. “And you just dealt with it alone?”

“For the first couple of months, yeah. We came back to Frankenmuth for the holidays and the word got out to Sam and Danny… to Jake.” With the way he says Jake’s name, you can only imagine it wasn’t a pretty discussion. The twins told each other everything- well, almost everything- so if Josh had kept a secret as big as that from him, it must’ve been ugly. “We even… went to your house that year and you weren’t there. Really drove home the possibility that you were gone.”

You can hear the heavy emotion Josh swallows down as he lets out a shaky breath. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put you two… all of you through that.”

“I’m sorry we weren’t there for you.” His apology leaves you with a tightness in your chest. Pulling away, he turns to fully face you, cupping your face in his hands. He gently strokes your face with his thumb and stares directly into your eyes, full of a certain tenderness. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.” You feel a warmhearted kiss pressed to the top of your head before he brings you into a tight hug, resting his face against your hair.

Hot tears stain your cheeks while you bite down on your lower lip, trying to fight back an even bigger reaction. What must’ve actually lasted a minute or two felt like ages, making up for the lost time. It had been so long since you’d been held so intimately. One hand draped around your shoulders, the other running soothing fingers through your hair.

The door to the lounge swings open beside you and a familiar voice calls out before there’s even the chance to separate. “Josh, I think I’m heading…” You withdraw at the sound and turn, meeting face to face with the darkened mirror of the man you were just holding. The sight of you causes his words to pause. 

A nearby outdoor light casts a glow over his face and with his sunglasses tucked into the chest pocket of his loose button up, you can actually see his chocolate brown eyes, accented by the dark circles beneath them. His soft, round face accompanied by his heart shaped lips that you mentally kick yourself for letting your eyes fall to. He runs a finger over the light mustache settled atop his upper lip, a familiar nervous tick of his. But your assessment of his features are cut short by the look of borderline fear in his eyes. As if he’d seen a ghost. “(Y/N)...?”

“Hi, Jake.”

[topperradio]

Welcome to ACL: Where You Pay to Sweat and be Starstruck

I have been wanting to enjoy the atmosphere and experiences of ACL since I discovered my love for live music. Growing up in San Antonio, it was easy to make a quick trip to Austin for the weekend. Unfortunately, I never brought myself to buy those precious wristbands.

It wasn’t until this year, when my bank account had finally recovered from the multiple hits it took from previous concerts, that I had my opportunity to buy a one-day wristband. It was a no-brainer for my cousin and I to buy Sunday wristbands because, duh, Chappell Roan and Tyler, the Creator were performing on the same night. Sign us up!

(Photos provided by Elliana Guardado)

The anticipation of walking from our parked car— which I highly recommend paying in advance for— to Zilker Park was a warm-up to the heat and pain our feet would endure the whole day. Once you enter, the heat and pain don’t seem to matter anymore. It’s like going to Disneyland for the first time, but with multiple stages and the smell of weed everywhere.

Our first stop was at the T-Mobile stage to catch the remaining minutes of Malcom Todd’s set. Neither my cousin nor I had heard much of his discography, but what really caught our attention was his rendition of the “iCarly” theme song. With that, he gained two loyal fans.

After some sitting and water breaks, we made our way to the Honda stage to settle in for Orville Peck. Getting there a bit early allowed us to watch the end of MisterWives. Oh girl, that woman is a ball of energy. Jumping around in her sparkly outfit with the sun directly on her was enough for me to stop complaining about my exhaustion. After she finished, the crowd started to pour out, and my cousin and I got a spot on the barricade for Orville Peck.

Orville Peck was the beginning of the ideal experience we imagined ACL would bring. Performing songs like “Dead of Night” and “Cowboys Are Frequently Secretly Fond of Each Other” had both of us swaying to his deep, raspy voice. Peck, being one of the first artists we were fans of, really made this experience special. We thought seeing him was the most exciting part—oh, do I have a story for you.

Where we were standing was near the entrance to the VIP section. Here we are, having the time of our lives listening to Peck sing his heart out. Guess who we see? None other than Jared Padalecki making his way past us to the VIP section. For those who don’t know, he is best known for his role as Dean from "Gilmore Girls" or Sam from "Supernatural." Like anyone would, I freaked out when we got confirmation that it was really him by catching a glimpse of his side profile. We had to prove that it was him and not just some really tall dude with great hair. Thinking that catching a glimpse of him was exciting, y’all, he came up and took a picture with the girl right next to us. He seemed like he was in a rush, so my cousin and I didn’t want to bother him again, but I unknowingly touched his arm. I was unaware I did this until later, when I was in disbelief that I had.

During this time, the sun had set a bit and was starting to show off its beauty. As we all know from experience, the Texas sun doesn’t let up, and we were still dying.

With a quick food break, it was already time to make our way to the American Express stage to snag a spot for Chappell Roan’s upcoming set. Even though we couldn’t see the stage, we had a view of the screens, and that is all that matters. Her stage presence was unbelievable. Roan’s breathtaking vocals performing some of her hit songs like “Pink Pony Club” and “My Kink Is Karma” made all the difference. My life is now complete thanks to being able to do the “Hot to Go” dance.

If anyone is familiar with the energy Tyler, the Creator brings to his sets, you know how this went down. Witty remarks, high energy, and some creepy facial expressions filled his entire time on stage. This was my favorite set of the day as he performed popular songs like “See You Again” and “New Magic Wand.” In his words at the end of his set, “For all you rich people, I will see you next weekend,” just confirms another reason why I envy the rich.

Since this was our first time at the festival, we had no expectations. As far as we were concerned from the numerous TikTok videos, the only thing we had to worry about was the dust and the recommendation not to wear cowboy boots. Oh, how I wish I had listened to you all about the dust and boots! My feet were blistered for days after, and three days following the festival, I caught the ACL plague. Nonetheless, I had an amazing time. I am so ready to buy my wristband for next year. This is the start of a joyous addiction.

(Photos provided by Elliana Guardado)

By Elliana Guardado

[josh0555]

This is the Christmas Station ID of TV5 in 2010. The Christmas Station ID was themed “Maligayang Pasko, Kapatid! In the Service of the Filipino”. The Station ID is accompanied with the Christmas version of “Para Sa’yo Kapatid” performed by Filipino singer, songwriter, rapper, dancer, television host, actor and comedian Ogie Alcasid and his wife Regine Velasquez who is also an OPM singer and songwriter. But somehow, Ogie Alcasid and Regine Velasquez also performed the original version of the “Para Sa’yo Kapatid” in June 30, 2010.

The Christmas Station ID was launched in December 1, 2010 which is the same thing that the “Da Best ang Pasko ng Pilipino” music video was released from ABS-CBN.

The Christmas Station ID features Korina Sanchez, Pia Arcangel, Connie Sison, Luchi Cruz-Valdez, Pinky Webb, Ivan Mayrina, Mark Salazar, Raffy Tima, Lourd de Veyra, Shawn Yao, Paolo Bediones, Martin Andanar, Seph Ubalde, Atom Araullo, Rhea Santos, Alex Santos, Gilbert Remulla, Mario Dumaual, Grace Lee, Sam Milby, Bea Alonzo, Marco Alcaraz, Hero Angeles, Vice Ganda, Empoy Marquez, Coco Martin, Zoren Legaspi, Ogie Alcasid, Luis Manzano, Matteo Guidicelli, Marky Cielo, DingDong Dantes, Rocco Nacino, Enchong Dee, Carmina Villaroel, Eugene Domingo, Nora Aunor, Angel Aquino, Aiko Melendez, BB Gandanghari, Randy Santiago, John Wayne Sace, Allen Dizon, John Arcilla, Gabby Eigenmann, Geoff Eigenmann, Edu Manzano, Jericho Rosales, Neil Coleta, Cogie Domingo, Lloyd Zaragoza, Kit Thompson, Nash Aguas, Valeen Montenegro, Emman Abelda, Joshua Dionisio, Enrique Gil, Carlo Aquino, Liza Soberano, Michael V., Allan K., Xian Lim, Yves Flores, German Moreno, Carmelito “Shalala” Reyes, Romy “Dagul” Pastrana, Aga Muhlach, Sid Lucero, Onemig Bondoc, Diether Ocampo, Ruru Madrid, Juancho Triviño, Ina Raymundo, Dina Bonnevie, Ahron Villena, Jun Sabayton, Niño Muhlach, Simon Ibarra, Baron Geisler, Dominic Roque, Ramon Bautista, Gian Magdangal, Chuckie Dreyfus, Mark Anthony Fernandez, Tirso Cruz III, Rafael Rosell, Adrian Alandy, Enrico Cuenca, Troy Montero, Antonio Aquitania, Isko Moreno, Lester Llansang, John Lapus, Arcee Muñoz, Alice Dixson, Tuesday Vargas, Ritz Azul, Eula Caballero, Kristine Hermosa, Angel Locsin, Coleen Garcia, Shaina Magdayao, Ellen Adarna, Louise de los Reyes, Jessie Mendiola, Ivana Alawi, Maja Salvador, Diego Castro III, Vince Gamad, Lianne Valentin, Ivan Dorschner, CJ Muere, Enzo Pineda, Marco Gumabao, Dion Ignacio, Jason Abalos, John Lloyd Cruz, Benjamin Alves, IC Mendoza, Paulo Avelino, EJ Falcon, David Licauco, Ken Chan, Phytos Ramirez, Jiro Manio, Addy Raj, Pancho Magno, Derrick Monasterio, Lance Serrano, Dennis Trillo, Jake Cuenca, Dianne Medina, RR Enriquez, Princess Ryan, Sunshine Cruz, Kim Chiu, Jazz Ocampo, Pauleen Luna, Sanya Lopez, Regine Velasquez, JC de Vera, Martin Escudero, Gerald Anderson, Sef Cadayona and Edgar Allan Guzman including Julius Babao and his wife Christine Bersola-Babao, Mikoy Morales, the son of Vicky Morales, Ronwaldo and Kristoffer Martin, the sons of Coco Martin and Sandino Martin, the brother of Coco Martin, twin brothers Rodjun and Rayver Cruz, Master Boy Abunda, DJ Willie Revillame, Emcee Mo Twister, including South Korean Boy Band Momoland with their rival Twice, the first South Korean boy band in the 2010’s. DJ Lance the Dinosaur from Sesame Street, Blue the Puppy from Disney’s Blues Clues who is the mascot of TV5, president Noynoy Aquino as Santa Claus featuring the Goin Bulilit new cast members like CX Navarro, Mutya Orquia, Donny Pangilinan, Belle Mariano, Charlie Dizon and more after the retirement of the original cast members like Vin Abrenica, Sophie Albert, Mark Neumann, Shaira Mae Diaz, Akihiro Blanco and Chanel Morales who appeared as special guests. But somehow, Vin Abrenica, Sophie Albert, Mark Neumann, Shaira Mae Diaz, Akihiro Blanco and Chanel Morales moved to ABS-CBN where they became the Artista Academy students.

Somehow, This was also the only Christmas Station ID to feature Marky Cielo before his death in April 1, 2011 due to an aviation incident. Somehow, Mel Tiangco, Howie Severino, Dominic Roco, Felix Roco and twin sisters Anne Curtis and Jasmine Curtis-Smith don’t appear in the Christmas Station ID at this point.

The Christmas Station ID theme will be re-used in the 2011 Christmas Station ID from TV5 which is “Magpasaya ang Kapatid” but with minor changes and explosions. Somehow, The explosions at the very end will occur in the 2015 Christmas Station ID which is “Happy Ka Dito Ngayon Pasko” which will feature special guests like Rufa Mae Quinto, Julia Montes, Cristine Reyes, Dimples Romana, Alex Gonzaga, Roxanne Guinoo, Angelica Panganiban and Valerie Concepcion waving at the end.

[sambroadlysbignaturals]

Peyton: "omg noo come back queen!!"

Kat:      "we need you for blood sacrifices!"

Sam:     "i don't taste good."

Kat:      "."

Kat:      "im not even gonna ask."

Peyton: "JUST COME WITH US SAMMY BABY PELASe!!"

Peyton: "😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭"

Sam:     "SHUT UP."

you take too long...

Peyton: "not you yelling at us"

Peyton: "its you being impatient for me"

come meet us before your dawn dishwash injected delinquent goes alone.

Kat:      "honestly i wouldn't be too sad."

Sam:     "same"

Peyton: "you guys are so fake."

although, i could make you happy

Sam:     "no you couldn't"

SHUT UP.

i could fix your..."friend"...here, make all good aga-

Kat:      "YES PLEASE."

okay.

Peyton: "im not a fucking robot"

Peyton: "i can't be fixed."

Kat:      "..."

Kat:      "shes talking like me."

Kat:      "it's giving...copycat."

Sam:     "OH MY GOD."

Sam:     "YOU SWAPPED THEM."

hey, be specific next time you ask for a gift

Sam:     "PEYTON COMING OUT OF KAT IS THE WORST THING EVER."

Peyton: "excuse you?"

Kat:      "you hating me is giving fake friend."

Sam:     "SWITCH THEM BACK PLEASE!!"

oh i will.

just come in and meet us.

we would love to meet you.

sam.