#and maybe wait to get a box set bc they look cool

[nyxypoo]

tempting...

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— SCREAM (YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE IT’S HALLOWEEN)

SUMMARY : it’s Halloween and it’s also your birthday, and Dean’s made a lot of promises about how it was gonna be the best night ever.

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS : nsfw (18+), smut, fluff, tiny bit of choking, nipple orgasm

WORD COUNT : 3.4k

A/N : happy Halloween (if you celebrate) !!! title from avenged sevenfold and muse song. my sister convinced me to write this LOL. this is pretty much a Drabble, lol, leaving it open ended basically, you’ll see why… (also, when I write I pretty much assume everyone’s watch Supernatural at least once.. I never put any spoiler disclaimers bc I forget… lol but, yeah. pretty much everything I write will mention something from any and all seasons) XX

The Bunker was chilly this Halloween night, and for the first time in years, Y/n and the Winchesters weren’t tangled up in a hunt. The monsters, for once, didn’t take advantage of the holiday to get away with their usual tricks and modes of preying.

To be fair, their numbers had dwindled significantly since Jack became ‘God’ or whatever the hell happened. Hunting wasn’t nearly as hard as it was before, as if even monsters had free-will bestowed upon them. As if they’d chosen a better life rather than one in which they are hunted and killed.

Good for them. Everyone wins.

The only prey tonight is Y/n, but as far as she’s concerned the running is only part of the fun, and getting caught wasn’t something she’d hate.

As she breathed erratically and ran as fast as her platform heels could carry her across the concrete floor of the Bunker, her heart raced as if she were on any other hunt. But what made this hunt different was the spark of excitement that tingled up her spine and the flush of her bare skin.

She stopped at the kitchen and caught her breath momentarily, looking around the place as everything flashed red. To add to the thrill, mostly. She walked on shaky legs to the refrigerator and took out some water to drink it quickly. As she swallowed down a fair amount, she could feel the cold water travel down to her stomach and she sighed as her thirst and the dryness in her throat disappeared.

After about twenty minutes of hiding and running away, she was on high alert, her senses were heightened, and she could easily hear his footsteps—even over the alarm Dean had set off in the Bunker to scare her even more.

She quickly made her way out of the kitchen after setting the half-empty water bottle on the metal counter, checked both ways and began making her way into the dungeon, wondering if maybe Dean was there. If he could just catch her already, the dampness of her lace panties wouldn’t be too uncomfortable. Especially since she could easily feel it with the cool air inside the concrete walls of her temporary home.

Much to her disappointment, Dean wasn’t anywhere to be found in the dungeon or anywhere around there. Even if he’s the one that’s supposed to be looking for her, she just wanted to know what would happen once she was caught by him.

Besides, her feet were starting to ache, her legs were practically turning to jelly at this point, and her sweat was starting to feel uncomfortable. It didn’t sound very sexy to her, but she knew Dean would still jump her bones despite that. It was a nice feeling, to be loved… by him specifically.

She had to wonder if he was even trying.

Just forty minutes ago, he had texted her to take her clothes off and to wear the lingerie set he’d placed in Sam’s room for safekeeping. It had been in Cas’ room before that, but once Sam left to be with Eileen, Dean placed the white box on Sam’s bed. A huge, royal blue bow glittered in the middle of the boring room, perfectly positioned on the box with her name and a sexy note from Dean promising to make it the best birthday ever.

She’d waited in Dean’s room excitedly in the light blue lingerie and when he’d made his way to her, she couldn’t believe what he had in mind, what his plan was. He had some heels in his hands and she gaped up at the Ghostface mask that covered her boyfriend’s handsome face. He was covered from head to toe in a thick black robe, laughed at the look on her face, and got down to put her heels on her.

“How’s that, sweetheart?” He asked, his deep and hot voice muffled behind the mask.

“Uh,” she tried, then just decided to stand up and moved her legs around a bit to test the comfort. She nodded and he tugged her towards him, the smooth and cool material of his robe brushing against her soft and warm skin. She could feel every inch of him, and wondered momentarily if he was completely naked underneath, but instead of asking him flirtatiously, she just gasped.

She stumbled backwards for a few steps when he began to walk forward with her still in his arms. She chewed on her bottom lip when he had her pressed against the wall. She could see his green eyes through the thick black cloth that covered his eyes, the way they were looking down at her with so much amusement. If she had to go by those crinkles by his eyes, she had to guess he had the hottest, smuggest look on his face.

And he’d be right to.

He lifted her leg up slowly, held her knee by his hip, and squeezed her closer to him by her waist. Her heart raced at the sight of him and she felt wetness grow between her legs when he slotted his hips between hers.

All the while, she just clung to his arms, staring up at him in surprise and completely aroused by his calculated movements. Even her breaths had gotten irregular and he hadn’t said or done much of anything, but that was the effect of Dean Winchester.

“Run,” he murmured deeply, releasing her before stepping away.

She blinked up at him, “uh, what?”

He looked away, laughed softly, and grabbed her wrist. She chewed on her lip and let him spin her around gracefully. With a nice slap on her ass, he repeated the word ‘run’ much more sternly than before. She looked at the hallway in front of her in surprise, then looked down at herself in lingerie, then back over her shoulder at him in his costume.

He jerked his head to the left, quietly telling her to go.

And that’s why she was running now. They were half-assed attempts most of the time, but when she spotted him behind her, she felt her stomach flutter, and started to break out in a thrilled sprint across whatever room she was in to get away from him. When he chased her, the small hairs on her body raised above her skin, a shudder of excitement ghosting up her spine. It was way too fun to end the game, but getting caught piqued her interest, too.

Dean wouldn’t just start this whole game only for it to end at the capture. No, he was far too creative and way too frisky for that. He had something in mind, something mind blowing, some big treat at the end regardless of the outcome of this chase. That much she knew.

She made her way out of the dungeon, speed walking through the halls, checking her surroundings. At this point, she was considering the removal of her heels. They were very sexy, but definitely not ideal for running. Also, they practically announced her location with each click on the concrete floor, despite her efforts to walk awkwardly in attempts to muffle the sounds.

She had already checked the infirmary, the library, kitchen, bathroom, shooting range. She basically paid a visit to every room in the Bunker and had no luck in bumping into Dean in any of those places.

She thought about what to do about the heels as she went to the one place she hadn’t checked—the garage, where Dean’s favourite sexy, old cars remained. They were perfect for hiding in. Of course, Dean could be waiting to pounce on her from within any one of them, if he was looking through each room. She hoped for the latter, it would give her feet some rest from the painful running. She simply couldn’t walk in heels this tall for very long.

She quietly made her way up the stairs to stand at the entrance of the garage when the alarms stopped and the lights flickered off. She cursed softly under her breath, but Dean already gave his location away by shutting off the loud noises and distracting lights.

Once she slowly set foot deeper into the garage, she quickly scanned around the room, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. She walked to the end of the garage where the black Bentley S2 was and looked around one last time with her hand on the door handle before sneaking inside the backseat of the vehicle.

The leather squeaked beneath her bare skin as she slid across and shut the door once she was inside. She wiggled around to lay down over the beige seat and relaxed at last. Bending her knee, she lifted her leg up to finally remove the heels. Mentally, she apologised to Dean when she took them off.

She lowered her legs and groaned when she looked at the tiny space between the backseat and the front seat. It wasn’t nearly as big as the Impala’s, really rather small, way too small for her to slip between comfortably on her back. If she were on her side… but no, that was out of the question.

She rolled her ankles, stretched her legs, bent them… She did everything until the aches in her legs mostly disappeared. And, wow, she could fall asleep right about now. Except there was a loud bang from something in the garage that made her jump, one of her hands immediately flying to her mouth to contain her hysterical laugh and a yelp.

“I know you’re in here,” Dean taunted nearby. She removed her hand to smile curiously and raised a brow. She wished she could sink into the car seat right about now, but also wanted to lift herself up to see him, but decided against it. Instead, she waited as he looked through every car, every second feeling like a lifetime and yet when he gently pushed against the car she was in with a loud bang, she shouted.

His chest was heaving, his gloved hands were placed on either side of the door where her feet were and she started to laugh instead.

“Hi, baby,” he greeted in a raspy tone, his voice slightly muffled behind the mask. He proceeded to open the door of the car and she sat up, her heart thumping excitedly when he peeked inside and saw her feet covered only in the white thigh highs. “Your feet okay?” He asked, then grasped her ankle, she barely nodded when he tugged her roughly towards him by her foot.

She quickly gripped the seat as the leather squeaked against her ass, heating up her sensitive skin. “Ow,” she chuckled, echoing his own apologetic laugh. He grabbed the seat and leaned inside, his other hand slid up her calf to grab behind her knee. She licked her lips and her face flushed as he parted her legs. Wetness pooled between her thighs, her clit pulsed at the ideas running through her head, instantly becoming aroused as he climbed inside the car, settling into the spot between her legs.

She reached out for his robe and tugged him forward. He reached up and brushed her soft strands of hair away from her shoulder, then let his hand slide to the nape of her neck to grip on it. She pushed out her chest, silently begging for his eyes to drop down and admire her. “You caught me…” she trailed off, feeling a tingle run down her spine when his gloved fingers brushed against her scalp.

“I did…” he teased, tugging her hair. She gasped softly, her thighs twitching to shut when she felt the pressure in her skull run dully to her clit.

The darkness made everything better. She could hear his breathing, her own just as quick as his.

“Are you ready for your first birthday gift?” He asked, disappointingly untangling his fingers from her hair to slide his gloved fingers teasingly down her neck, to the strap of her bra.

She shivered and bit her lip, felt her nipples tightening against the lace of her bra as her fingers slid down the front of her strap. “I thought this morning… with the crepes and with the way that you—”

“Well, this is gonna be your first gift of the night,” he interrupted her, sounding smug. Slowly, Dean slid his hand beneath the strap to drag it off her shoulder, and kept his hand there to push her down onto her back.

“How many gifts do you have for me?” She asked, watching him tilt his head thoughtfully.

“How old are you?” He asked rhetorically as he lifted her thighs above his.

She stared at the mask covering Dean’s face with confusion, then it twisted into incredulity. The soft material of his gloves slid up her sides teasingly, then right back down to playfully snap the garter she was wearing against her soft skin.

“You look so fucking hot, baby,” he groaned, hands sliding slowly over her belly, up her ribs, then coming together over her lace-covered breasts. He squeezed them playfully, felt her thighs become tense against his, and heard her breath hitch softly. “Was that fun?” He asked quietly, pulling the cup of her bra down, she inhaled shakily and whispered a ‘yes’.

Gently, he brushed his thumbs around her nipples, one uncovered and the other still safe inside the lace cup. Still, she felt a tingly sensation spark up on her breasts and between her legs. She murmured his name and arched her back slightly, reaching between her legs to grab his waist.

“I haven’t made you cum like this enough times, have I, sweetheart?” He gently rolled her nipples between his fingers and pinched them, slowly teasing, building up the arousal. She looked at him, face covered in a mask, but there was something so arousing about the darkness, the car, his hands on her chest, the material of his gloves creating a perfect sensation… about wearing the lingerie he bought for her, hearing his ragged breaths moggling with hers, occasional gasps and quiets moans filled up the backseat.

“We never have time…” she agreed, dazed with the yearning. She squirmed, wanting to feel more, but instead of removing his gloves he lowered the other cup and played with them both, used the same techniques to erect them and make her feel desperate, kindling her orgasm.

“Please,” she moaned, fingers wrapping around his wrist and tugging up.

“What?” He asked softly, playfully exasperated by her grip. He knew what she wanted as she searched for the edge of the cuff and began tugging downwards.

“I want to feel you,” she murmured, thumbs gently brushing over his pulse point where she could feel his heartbeat thrumming swiftly against the pads of her fingers.

“I thought you liked the feeling like this…” he murmured, removing one hand from her chest and sliding the other upwards to teasingly squeeze her neck. He teased her clit over the lace of her underwear with gloved fingers, her breath catching and barely moving past his gentle grip on her neck.

The teasing didn’t last and neither did the fuzzy breathlessness of his grip on her neck. He removed his gloves quickly and ghosted his fingers sensually up her body again, showing her the feel of his warm, calloused hands on her flushed skin.

She hummed softly, almost a pur, and placed her smaller hands above his, squirming as she attempted to hurry his hands. He only laughed at her attempts, ignored her little whine, and slid his hand under the baby blue bra. He lifted the lacey bra up her chest slowly, so the lace would teasingly brush against her sensitive nipples, and then made an arch over her cleavage.

Her gently used his thumbs to rub the underside of her breasts first, building up the feeling of his warm palm before cupping her breasts. With a gentle squeeze of her breasts, he murmured little praises to her, and tapped around her nipples.

She wiggled impatiently, her excitement growing by the second, heat rising from head to toe like conduction from the warmth of his teasing fingers. The little taps slowly moved inwards, it was gentle, and felt so good, but she wanted more. No amount of squirming from her made Dean accelerate his touch, minute by minute, he kept with the same technique, and finally switched to rubbing her nipple, pinching, twisting..

“More, Dean…” she whined, feeling irritated at being on the edge of her orgasm, like a wave that never came.

“Like what?” He asked playfully, tweaking her nipples to shut her up half way through her ‘fuck you’. Her knees pressed into his sides needily, her back was arched again and he rolled his eyes in amusement when she reached up to his face to pull off the mask. “Tell me first,” he murmured, leaning backwards, getting away from her hands.

“I need…” she laughed softly, “your mouth.”

“Good girl,” he praised tenderly, moving one hand away from her breast.

He moved the mask out of the way with one hand and leaned down over her body to flick his tongue against her nipple a few times. Her knees pressed harder into his sides and she moaned loudly, hands sliding into the hood of his cloak to grip his hair tightly. He wrapped his lips around her nipple, teeth pressing roughly around her flesh, tongue lapping at the hardened bud, and made his cheeks hollow as he sucked harshly, pinching her other nipple roughly with his hand.

Finally, she orgasmed, groaning out a long fuck as she shivered and pulled his face closer to her chest. It wasn’t nearly as intense as if he’d stimulated her clit or any of the spots inside her vagina, but it felt amazing nonetheless.

He smirked against her chest and waited for her body to relax before he pulled away from her chest with an obscenely wet sound and lowered the mask again. He rubbed her hips comfortingly and squeezed her flesh.

“You’ve got some real talent with that tongue of yours and those fingers,” she told him breathlessly, sitting up to wrap her arms around his neck.

“That was more than clear to me this morning,” he agreed with a laugh, gently running his hand up and down her back. “Hold onto me, sweetheart,” he ordered suddenly and wrapped an arm around her waist. She clung to him a little tighter and wrapped her arms around his waist as he made his way out of the backseat of the car.

When he stood straight, rather than setting her down, he kicked the door close—abandoning her heels inside, and began to walk toward the exit of the garage. He turned after a few metres and set her down onto the cold hood of the pale green car. She hissed softly at the coldness of the metal against her skin and let go of him to stare so the confusions into the darkness where Dean was standing.

“Can’t carry me anymore?” She teased, biting her lip.

“You’re really gonna be mean to me?” He snorted, dropping his hands to her thighs to play with the little, light blue bow on her long socks.

“No…” she pouted, reaching out for his hips to bring him closer. “I need you..” she whispered needily, feeling uncomfortably wet. He quietly unclipped the garter from her socks, gently trailed his fingers above the soft hem of them to get to the other side and do the same. Excitement began creeping up in her again and she bit her lip.

Languidly, he slid his hands up her thighs, snapped the waistband of her underwear and trailed his fingers over her pelvis. He hooked his finger under her underwear, felt wetness as he brushed past her folds, with a little moan, he pulled her underwear to the side and thumbed between her folds to gently brush against her clit.

She gasped quietly, her arms shook the longer he teased her. Torturously, he lowered her underwear and let them stay around her parted knees. She slowly lowered herself onto her back with his hand on her ribs pushing her backwards gently.

He lifted her feet to lay fat on top of the car, staring down at her silhouette, clearly making out her lingerie. She parted her legs as far as she could with the underwear around her knees. His fingers ghosted along the inside of thighs, as he kneaded her thighs, he murmured, “one down…”

➥ standing next to you

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[gingerjolover]

Imagine giving JB a little telecaster ornament for your first tree together 🥹

omgggg okay wait this is SO CUTE

little hc for ya

first off we all know how jb feels about christmas but I think if you liked christmas she would lit do anything to make you happy even if that means the entire house is covered in glitter and bows and christmas lights

im changing this slightly and saying this is the first tree in the new house! (canonically jules and soft!gf have moved to LA from Nash)

i feel like the house is still in slight disarra like its all ogranized chaos and munagenius has been helping as best they can get the two of yall settled yall moved right after tour so it was just one thing after another

i feel like julien was so revered this year but feels a lot of stress at home because she wants to make sure you're feeling appreciated and happy bc of the move and just how distant (geographically) shes been this year

yall have a big fake tree that you used to put in the front room of the nashville house that made its move to LA with yall

and julien has tried to decorate the house outside to the best of her abilities like her tiny ass was up on a ladder before naomi was like "okay dude get down and let me do it"

and once the outside is covered in lights and bows she moves to set up the tree

and you're a sight for sore eyes when she on a step stool wrapping the tree in pretty warm white christmas lights

"hey sugar," she says looking down at you, smiling widely as you approach

she steps down, planting kisses along your hairline as you nuzzle into her

"'got you somethin'" you mumble against her cheek, kissing her gently

"oh yeah? what's that?" she smiles, eyes twinkling as the lights reflect in her (baby cow) eyes\

and you're cheekily handing her a box as she leans against the stair railing, one ankle behind the other as she starts to unwrap the small box

she opens it and her jaw drops slightly, not because its an unusual gift, shocking, or even super extravagant

she just LOVES being known

and for context, i dont think your tree is ever super decorated, maybe there's some ornaments from your childhood or yall have pics of the dogs made into ornaments, there's definitely a queer joy one or some type of pride one, and your friends have also gotten you joke-y ones over the years

but this one is a beautiful mini telecaster ornament

and maybe you got it handmade so julien can lit feel the quality and weight as she holds it

and the back has like the two of your names or the year carved

and youre just smiling nervously because christmas is not the vibe for jb

stammering you're like, "it's just the first tree since being engaged and i thought you'd like it and its one that's just your own and its handma-" and julien is cutting you off pulling you into a deep kiss, dipping you slighty

her hand on the back of your neck, the other pressed against your lower back still holding the ornament

"it's perfect, you're perfect, i love it," she says pressing her forehead against yours

and youre still breathing heavy from the kiss being like "okay, yeah, cool..."

and jb is giggling before putting it back in the box, her hand resting on your ass to push you up onto the step stool

"okay its you're turn to do the wrapping im sick of this shit, im gonna hand the lights to you, yeah?" she says grabbing the line of lights

and you both just laugh, finishing the christmas decorations before the rest of the house is even finished

and then during your little holiday/housewarming party, people walk in and your house is so cozy and warm and beautifully festive, and julien is stoked to show her little telecaster ornament hung at the front of the tree

[arwainian]

Reading This Week 2025 #15

had a weird week! but i saw a bunch of cool movies and attended many library events

Finished:

Shaman's Crossing by Robin Hobb, narrated by John Keating I am not sure I trust the set up of this trilogy in the hands of a white usamerican author. we are in like very high alert noble savage trope territory, and trying to balance having a white protagonist from the ever expanding conquering kingdom up against strange and mystical native peoples is... delicate to say the least!

The Guy She Was Interested in Wasn't a Guy at All, Vol. 1 by Sumiko Arai, translated by Ajani Oloye okay i see what the hype is about

The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien, narrated by Rob Inglis absolutely a classic for a reason. this packs so much adventure into it. its not as if Tolkien hasn't already had Fucking Enormous impact on what the fantasy genre looks like, but i do think that a fair number of modern fantasy authors could stand to go back to the hobbit and really study what he does here, how the prose works, how its paced and how it moves from one story to another at a very solid clip

What Did You Eat Yesterday? Vol. 14-15 by Fumi Yoshinaga, translated by Jocelyn Allen this is my emotional support middle age men slice of life

Blue Box, Vol. 8 by Kouji Miura, translated by Christine Dashiell oh my god I love Ayame. she's so excellent and a great balance to the other characters in the cast. i can't wait to see what chaos she is going to cause. also i'm starting to read Chiaki as like aro-spectrum, maybe demi-romantic from how she describes the seed of her feelings for Taiki, as not liking him yet but there being potential for her to fall for him

Red Seas Under Red Skies by Scott Lynch, narrated by Michael Page doesnt live up to the first book, but what could? the pirate stuff is interesting but plain and simple it takes Locke and Jean far away from the rest of the interesting stuff they were doing and sorta kills a lot of momentum and build. not sure if there's a satisfying way to wrap up the time delay poison plot as the series goes on, i feel like any resolution to it would be kinda a let down

Murder by Memory by Olivia Waite fun! tho has the classic flaw of scifi setting mysteries of locking the key to howdunnit behind world building that it doesn't estabish early enough to give the reader time to try and puzzle it out

Abandoned:

Make Room for Love by Darcy Liao started this lesbian romance bc i heard good things about there being a butch love interest. and she is great, i do indeed love her and her butchness. however there is a pattern in this book where in one chapter there is a Conflict, someone's feelings get hurt, or there's a miscommunication or something- classic "why are they not together yet" fodder- but then by the next chapter, or even within the SAME chapter, that conflict would be resolved with emotional maturity and grace. and... I guess I get that that is the romantic fantasy that this book is delivering? but it is not for me. it really killed the tension and drama when there wasn't a chance to stew in any conflict and instead everyone always knew the right thing to say after a couple pages

Started/Ongoing:

The Traitor Baru Cormorant by Seth Dickinson, narrated by Christine Marshall hold for the audiobook came in at the library. i am finally reading another of the series that the lesbians on my tumblr dash love

Point of Dreams by Melissa Scott & Lisa A. Barnett yay more of this series! only two chapters in and excited for more

[starstruckodysseys]

wip wednesday moment

did u guys know i have so many cool fics that are not finished bc i am so sleepy. you probably do bc i dont shut up but like thats not the point. sorry its 2am when im writing this and i just got back from a cast party so i am. crashing. anywayyyy tagged by the wonderful @allthecastlesonclouds for this so!! have some stuff from my nsbu/tuc au which will be real eventually guys i promise ignore ive been saying that since october wait where are you going come back—

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He laughs. “Can’t get worse than being used as a human weapon,” he agrees.

There’s silence for a moment, before Liv picks their head up off his shoulder and stares at him with dawning horror and confusion. Dang gives him a blank look that isn’t any less concerned.

“When the hell was that?” Dang asks.

Wendell frowns, pushing past the brain fog to remember. “Around the time Russell got kicked in the head a bunch.” He receives, somehow, even more baffled stares, and he realizes he hasn’t actually mentioned any of that before. “Uh. When we went to the Manhattans’. You guys went to… the kennel club thing.”

“Oh, shit, when we fought the dog dudes,” Dang clarifies, which. Sure. That tracks.

Liv makes an affirmative sound. “When we went to jail.”

“When you what?” Wendell says desperately, because what.

He’s slowly realizing they never really debriefed… anything, actually, with everything going on at hundreds of miles an hour. He does still feel like maybe he should have known that his partner went to jail. And he was doing what, fighting a guy who was supposed to be his brother? Riding wild boars around?

Okay, well, that actually sounds pretty cool out of context. And in context. Just in general.

What were they talking about, again?

“Usha and I got arrested,” Liv says casually, like this is a normal thing they do, but stutters at the look on Wendell’s face. “Wh— Dang just set his hand on fire, don’t look at me like I’m the freak here!”

“Rashab’s not a freak,” Dang protests, but he’s only barely managing to keep from laughing.

“Rashab showed up in our world as a guy with a cowboy hat and a leopard print shirt.”

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tagging @angelwiththeblue-box @wheelsupin-azarathmetrionzinthos and @shrimptacodaniels if u guys have anything to share :]

[mala--draws]

cool hand luke (1967) commentary !! (watching bc of the outsiders..? neverrr) watched (half) w/ @ziggy8891 <33 (sorry i keep dragging you half way into movies mate lol)

- why did i expect the quality to be like 360p or something. like deadass jumpscare. is he?? is he stealing a. what the fuck is he stealing..?? (edit: parking meters it turns out)

- BAHAHA THE WAY HE POPS THE CORK AS THE POLICE PULL UP??? he's deadass giggling what the fuuck

- the music is deceptively calm as these prisoners are extorted for their labour. hmm. nice acoustic soundtrack to the monotonous sound of whack whack hoes (like actual hoes)

- who's the one guy in a blue collar up amongst this sea of naked white guys. Oookay just zoom up on those glasses sure

- luke smart !!! captain!! he's so silly what the fuck, lil smilies n stuff so caz. 2 years for some vandalism???? 1 for manslaughter ?? he just keeps flashing lil cheeky smiles

- the prison warden (?) is so condescending i wanna smite him !!

- y'know if you threaten everything with "the box" folks might just become desensitised to it my guy. also i forgot how normalised smoking is outside of informal contexts even in the 1960s which i presume the movie is set (will have to check) "...spends a night in the box" x 20 million

- luke finishing his sentence YOU READ MY MIND. A NIGHT IN THE BOX !!! bro loiks like he's taking a nap standing up

LUKE : "I ain't heard that much worth listening to. A lot of guys laying down a lot of rules and regulations."

- his cadence is beautiful i want to steal his voice and put it in my own throat.

- the floor walker (carr or something) lowkey reminds me of sheldon's dad in young sheldon

- my friend and i were arguing whether luke's number was 21, 26 or 27. it was 37 folks

- trumpet score (not trombone apparently they're much deeper)

- luke's ice blue eyes giggling. his silly little smile, deceptive fuck. i know you got conviving little thoughts in there mixed with depression/sillyy

- folks i jinxed myself i have not freed myself of this long arduous curse of SHIT CONNECTION !!!

- DONALD DUCK IS THAT YOU??? Why??

- WHY IS MANS BUTT NAKED. oh the box. Oh god he looks terrified. first day ???? oh he's the guy who talked back

- ooo sassy luke !!! Giggling

- Uhm. that was uncomfortable. yeah .. never hearing lucille the same way again. drag ? whoever u r u make me so incredibly uncomfortable

- THANK YOU LUKE FOR INTERRUPTING HIM JESUS CHRIST. u think u gon beat his ass?? nawww THE SIDE EYEE BAHAHA

- aw nevermind. there goes luke i think. Ope. almost didn't recognise him without his necklace.

LUKE : "I don't want to frighten him."

- okayy. i'm now also curious why he keeps getting up. the shot with the chains made me think he was gonna play dirty and tug at them or something.

- NOT THE DECEPTIVE GUITAR AGAIN. HE'S GETTING BEAT ON oh past tense was. wait did he like... sorta win. cuz he didn't forfeit and drag left first

LUKE : "Sometimes nothing can be a real cool hand."

- There's the namesake !! LUKE HAS A VISITOR???? Ooo we got tea fellas

- Oh..??? They got the same smile hmmm. Arletta hm WAIT THAT'S HIS MUM. FIRST NAME BASIS?? Actually i can see that

ARLETTA : "Oh no, it ain't, Luke. You ain't alone. Everywhere you go, I'm with you."

LUKE : "You never thought maybe that's a heavy load?"

- him just offering the water tentatively again and again. ooo first "mom". nop back to arletta. dareisay he looks soft. mournful. grief. reluctance, before he draws away. arletta's striken expression througu mesh.

- i did nawt expect it to go like that, but like power to y'all!!! go luke

- tbh luke looks mildly spacey most of the time. like maybe even dissociative. i wanna know what's going on in his head

- the way they're treating this is genuinely hilarious. an egg eating competition. my fucking god. drag calm your stupid ass. the close up shots. my fucking god. man is deadass on his feet and whose fault ??? (cough His) (still smirking like a smartass) (lowkey looks crucified on thst table with that pose)

- oh arletta.... NOT THE SAD BANJO AND SOCIAL DISTANCING ???? god. a tear i see shining luke. Yep. his voice is very level. bless his heart jesus. the look down, sniffle, fade. man

- HE'S GETTING THE BOX????? FOR WHAT JESUS HOLY FUCK.

- KAZZOOOOO lets fucking go !!!!

- how do we still have 40 minutes. epic montage don't get me wrong but like???

- just keep swimmin just keep swimmin just keep swimmin just keep sludgin

- HE'S DEAD ??? NOT THE DOG FOR FUCK'S SAKE !!! i cannot guarantee no animals were harmed in the making of this movie cuz what

- LUKE !!! HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET BAACK HERE aaagGGHH the sound of hammering and DESPAIR

- he's out fellas. he's ouuut (for now......)

- CALLED IT OOH FUCK yeah he's damn done for. noo you don't get to call him cool hand luke ougghh

- the strained smiles and laughter. ough. ougghh. spent money to try give the fellas hope, that life outside of prison

- if i had a dime every time i saw buttcheeks in this movie i'd have two, which isn't a lot but i'm blaming that damned box for both of 'em

- eating the rice for him so he don't gotta get back to the box. the soft guitar melody coming in again. holy fuck guys

- that hand waggle youuu evil cunt. evil cunts the lot of you i'm about to reach through tbe screen and do some throttling of ny own

- i'm sorry is he digging his own grave. What. Ditch??? I mean at least he's got some guitar strummin' to his demise ????

- they ain't ever gonna be satisified. is he gonna get whacked with that shovel. ope. okay those lyrics are something else. not the clapping crikey. the fade to crickets and scraping shovel and soil

- ohhh luke. his soft sobbin. oughhh. cuz he laughed once.

- i got an awful feeling he's the one being fetched the rifle for. jesus. HAHA IS HE SERIOUSLY OHMYFUCKING GOD BAHAHAA HE REALLY WENT YE SIRE BUH BYEEE

- oh he ain't getting outta this one whole. drag's giggling oh my god. the shaky unreciprocated affirmations. cool hand fucking luke

- HIDING IN A CHURCH. ON THE RUN. NO YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO ME WHAT THE FUUCK. Ohh god. Hhhhhhhghhh guyys...s... the little peeky to the ceiling. mmm...... WHY'S THERE THE FUZZ aawwhh godd...

- at least he's got his cheeky ass grin is ???. Oh. And there goes his throat. chat he ain't making it outta here alive. THEOTTLE HIM DRAG FUCK YES YOU DOING ALL US A JUSTICE jesus christ.

DRAG : There's gonna be some world-shakin' Luke. We're goin' to send you a postcard.

-> said between sobs by the way

- damn. his small smile in the red-lit car window. THE DECEPTIVE GUITAR TRACK AGAIN AGHHH

- aawwg god.

DRAG : Oh Luke, he was some boy. Cool hand Luke. Hell– he was a natural born world-shaker!

- what a damn movie. zoom into his eye don't you why not. i'm confused impressed and lowkey mourning that one cut outsiders the musical song. mmmm

- only took a million technical difficulties but i can tick off cool hand luke from the watch list !

[duckiemimi]

trying to wrap my head around WHY gojo had to die but all i can think of is how the story literally came to a standstill when he was in the prison realm. how they all fought to get him out of the box bc he's the strongest, he's gojo satoru, he's their savior.

and then gege just threw in a 2 month time skip, a bland shonen fight scene (i stand by it being bland! throwing in fancy techniques =/= a strong fight scene. this fight was poor executed in that it lacked meaning on both sides. maybe if we saw megumi tear up or gojo react in some way to his students and megumi...) just to kill him off at the end.

what i don't get is why he had to come out of the box for that? the main characters developed really well when he was in the box, to the point where i thought we were going to get an all out fight with yuji, yuuta, maki, AND gojo against sukuna; this would've been a cool full circle moment with gojo's goal being accomplished before he died. then, he would've died knowing that he isn't the sole strongest.

(that's the kind of meaning geto was looking for too, i think)

but the way it's being done now, it feels like we're just gearing up for another gojo level up? (also who is kashimo i'm all for jjk's power system but WHEN will we get to see nobara's tomonari and yuuji's new cursed technique and even yuuta and his absolutely op copycat technique again???)

idk it feels like we're erasing the entire culling games arc and all the progress we made during it just to get to where we are now... gege please explain what are we thinking...

like? they spent multiple arcs trying to save him, thinking he’d be their savior, and it didn’t pay off at all 😭 there are effective ways to build up a tragic character storyline and a “you’re best is never enough” theme! this isn’t it! had the wait been shorter, and had we been given a couple panels of gojo and his thoughts in the prison realm, then maybe it would’ve worked, probably loosely. but even then, this is an event-based plot driven story that keeps moving forward and the trajectory gege set in the beginning doesn’t line up with where we’re at now. sure, the existential nature vs. nurture theme is still there (gege really wedged in that “are u strong, or strong are u?” question to salvage some consistency), but the development of everything we’ve watched bloom is thrown away for…what? a quintessential shounen fight to live up to other shounens? a “PEAK” battle that’s rushed?? gege used to be so good at drawing circles closed, but it’s been confusing loops these days.

(oh, and i viscerally feel you. many people praise the technicalities and powerscaling of this arc, but just like the recent writing, gege’s power system isn’t consistent. and even if it was completely consistent per character and per CT and understandable as a whole, fight scenes without “meat” to them lack story! i wanted see more characterization! i wanted to see that the battle went deeper than surface-level! fifteen chapters of cyclical back-and-forths with barely anything else to pay attention to is boring…if gege wanted to keep every reader engaged, he should’ve added sukuna’s characterization during his fight with gojo. and if he really wanted to land that tragic character storyline for gojo, he should’ve added more scenes of gojo’s introspection and inner-conflict, or at least a thought process we could follow. as it is now, ending him like that betrays the trajectory for growth gege set for him in the beginning.)

[thegeminisage]

playing zelda........in bed 😏 hey if i'm waking up at 6am anyway i might as well do SOMETHING fun

DO I HAVE TO BLOW UP THE PICTURE OF THIS KIDS DEAD DAD???

oh thank god that didnt work

ok, am i stupid? i've tried blwoing yp the portrait and using bind on thebportrait, i've tried wind on the portrait, i'm not sure what else they want me to do

okay i looked it up. given that we've never used bind to unscrew things before im ing bs on this solution. also, sad :(

zelda in bed 😏 is not working out. this position just isn't comfortable. i will give up and play zelda Out of bed.

oh i recognize this save from the trailers i think!

NOW HE'S DESTROYING HIS DEAD DAD'S SLATE?????

girl we can literally backtrack and find a sledgehammer!!!!!!! wtf is this...you're allowed to keep mementos of dead people and move forward at the same time?! just put them in a box or something!!!!!!!!!!!!

starting to wonder if they meant me to do hebra first after all...maybe some ice would help cool all this lava

pausing for breakfast at 52% battery...

breakfast get. back at it

OH ITS MY BOYFRIEND

HE IS TRYING TO BOMBCHU ME???

omg i got him...its bomb time

switch at 42% i hope i have enough battery to finish this dungeon

lowkey swordfighter bombs are kinda useless bc bombs take time to use...the more tedious but untimed bombfish is still the easier way :/

charging my switch with my battery pack but its hard to play it like that...i got it up to 38% at least. very stressful and a great motivator to think fast

tried to set up the screen with the charging wire in it and it fell and the kickstand snapped off. very scary moment until i could pop it back in

anyway its a good thing i already fought the fire wizzrobe outside where rhe arena is more forgiving. made this fight cake

the lava chasing you out of the big key room is such a fun touch

LOVED this flying air puzzle. i did do a detour for the pot fairy also like i just Knew

omg down the hole just like king dodongo...IS it king dodongo??

OMG NO WAIT I SAW THIS SPOILER VOLVAGIA IS BACK!!!!!!!

you know this font reminds me a lot of the wind waker font

OCARINA OF TIME SFX FOR VOLVAGIA???? YOOOOO

so weird to fight him w/o the megaton hammer...

GOT HIM!!! man that was awesome

SIX triangles. now we're cookin

oh fuck i forgot about this part i am literally being spoken to by the goddess din

CREATION STORY V 2.0???

they created hyrule to contain NULL???? where on the fucking timeline is this??

absolutely fucking bananas

awwwww big goron hugs :') please this is gonna make me well up

gonna knock out this one last option rift before i put it down...

oh 5 areas, this is a big one. i love these flying puzzles though

lol i had to look up where to get that last one geez. this game is HARD sometimes

OK! a quick trip to lueberry's and then i shut itnoff with 18% left lol. didn't wanna push my luck too far

[strawberrystepmom]

wait actually now I want 2 know. what does gemini moon + aries rising mean w virgo sun … i think i have a libra venus … astrology is an enigma to me i envy ur brain sm ur so cool :0

oh i like this combo. a heavy air influence usually makes for a fairly slow to anger person, pretty easy going and sociable although i think virgo probably really grounds you and makes you not breezy or unaffected as air signs can come across.

so the basic functions of each of these placements bc idk how familiar you are with them. moon - internal thoughts/emotions/deep desires, sun - your mission statement in life, rising - how others perceive you, venus - the way you love and like to be loved

so virgo sun is a favored placement of mine. i feel that they are very much misunderstood in the sense that their stereotypes tend to be really negative for no reason. virgos feel like home. they are steady, consistent, and involved. they are wonderful friends and partners but they tend to be a little anxiously dispositioned and because of this can sort of invent issues within themselves that are the reasons things aren't the way they want them to be. there's a touch of self sabotage in virgo particularly because there are a lot of internal boxes they tend to force themselves to check.

tbh though, i find virgo suns tend to not have as much of that self sabotage gene as say a virgo moon/venus. they're able to present themselves to the world as put together, reliable, intelligent, grounded, very very level headed and i think that keeps the tendency to pick at oneself in check.

gemini moon probably does make your virgo sun a little nervous at times. gemini doesn't like hard and fast decisions and it doesn't like to truly commit to anything because that keeps you from knowing everything. how this can look when dealing with internal emotions is thinking things over, not being able to come to a decision, saying fuck it whatever and moving on which is valid but virgo sun likely has some issues with this. virgos are deep thinkers and i think if you have ever found yourself anxious or really questioning your decision making ability, this could be where the disconnect is coming from. this is not a fundamental issue it can be worked through but you have to find a way to strike a balance between that noncommittal approach to your emotions ("maybe i'll change my mind later") and virgo's need to have things writ in blood ("this is how i've felt about an issue my entire life").

aries is an action placement and there might be a bit of friction between sun and moon here again because so is virgo but virgo likes to think and plan before they move. aries will have you jumping up before you've even fully processed a situation. you likely come off as interesting, witty, involved, maybe someone who is the "yeah fuck that!" voice in the crowd when your friend is mad at something. let the doer energy carry you but remind virgo that she doesn't always have to be in charge for things to work out.

libra venus - a lover girl placement that can sometimes cause trouble. as a fellow air venus all that we really want in life is to be chased, courted, flirted with, etc. forever. of course the peak of this experience is finding someone who will do this for you forever but if you don't find that person, you may tend to want to look at your options. air venuses are common for having open relationships or other unconventional relationships for this reason although i will say this extends less to libra than it does the other air signs. you are likely a really affectionate person and very giving to your partner. super complimentary, lavishing them with words of affirmation and praise, and as long as you're getting that back you're set.

[sol-consort]

WAAHHH SOL ALSO AN INFINITY NIKKI PLAYYERR HAIAIIIII HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE NEW BANNER bc I oove the ability but it is NOT in my budget to get a five star rn fml, even if the 4* dress is also rlly pretty

The new four free outfits are ADORABLE though

not having the budget for another 5* is way too real. The current 5* banners beat me up into a pulp on the sidewalk pavement.

I'm excited for the new free outfits too! Especially the jeans and casual wear oh my god we need more of them if I want my infinity nikki cosplays to be accurate.

Idk about the new 5*star outfit like..

It's very beautiful and intricate, but that's really all. The bare minimum. A lot of 5* dresses are very beautiful and intricate. It's a double-edged sword tho, these pieces seem to complete each other, fitting like a puzzle piece, so missing a single one might throw the whole outfit off, and they won't be versatile enough to use in other outfits.

The niche gimmick of this one is the whole spinning doll atop the music box theme, and for the select few who are into that and ballet, it must pierce like a cupid arrow through the heart.

For me, I'm camp knight Nikki, I will always dripple at the sight of a good shiny suit of armour. My itch has been scratched by the recent 4* midnight vigil. But that's more of a decorative british royal palace guard than an actual Knight going to battle—those shorts scream european. So my appetite is still not sated. (let me tell you I wanted to strangle Giroda and Marques when THEY got the knight outfit and sword whilst Nikki is stuck with this kingdom hearts ass looking toysword)

But by Thor's balls... Momo's new outfit is fucking goated.

I want it so bad, I want to put a silly little clown nose on his stupid little nose. But I can't, I must resist. It takes 100+ pulls for the momo fit alone.

I like the hair tho, if I'm gonna throw 50 pulls this banner's way for the makeup kit, it will 100% go towards the hair. So rare to see nice curly hair in dress up games, even if the whole fit is giving Mary had a little lamb.

But that can quickly turn into a slippery slope of "oh, I already used 50 pulls. What's 50 pulls more for the momo cloak?"

Maybe I'll just do 10, or more preferably: zero pulls. I hope it's Sweet attribute so I can skip it with a sound mind. If it's Cool attribute, I'm fucked. That's the only one I'm missing. (The crane fit was FUGLY can you blame me)

Thankfully, the new 4* coming with the banner is meh—I mean they are beautiful, but again, that's the bare minimum—The boa is nice looking, but I already have the superior one from the first set of 4* banners. The hair is gorgeous tbh.

So many gowns, and no balls, not even a single ball to be found.

One thing I'm slightly annoyed by is how cool of a purification outfit the new 5* is. It seems really useful, too, with the animal tranquiliser side effects that put them to sleep so they don't run away. Yes, I did pick crystal poems as my first standard banner outfit, how did you guess? Yes, I'm salty over being meta drafted so soon. Either way, it was bound to happen eventually.

But seriously I went all out on the current 5* banners, better just to save. As much as I love the dresses and aesthetics, I'm lowkey a bit of a metaslave. The fireworks outfit had a higher elegance score than the free Miracle outfit so I caved in.

I can't wait until they update the interactive map with the chests. I already got most of the dews of inspiration. Finished the second miracle outfit. Evolved and glowed up full 5* star outfits for all the main attributes (except cool obvi) and fullstaring mirror crown is now easy peasy lemon squeezy. My current goal is to craft all their makeup + momo clacks. Afterwards, I aim to fully unlock all of the heart of infinity nodes.

I'm playing kingdom come deliverance on the side btw, really hilarious switching between these two protagonists with contrasting fashion.

NPCs keep telling me off for dressing "inappropriately" in the streets and ngl i genuinely don't know what's wrong with the way I'm dressing. That's all I can afford. I know I'm missing a tunic and basically walking around in the underarmour padding to what medieval people consider underwear BUT IF I HAD THE MONEY I WOULDN'T BE. The cheapest tunic is 2k and I have 150 gold pieces to my name. 50 of which are stolen. Also i.cant read im a peasent boy that can't read pls help. Nikki come visit me in Rattay please give me some outfits, I'll wear a ballgown dress, actually put Hans in a ballgown outfit too.

[badpersonboogie]

WIP: Saint's Demon

started this March last year and it's still not finished 😭 this idea got started bc i read time travel heroine manhwas so me and my chatmate thought this up. Vin is the time traveler while Sin is the saint! so this is actually an au where their powers are switched lol

There was a knock as Vin ate. He looked up, what was it this time? 'Come in.' The door opened and a redhaired man came through. His eyebrows were furrowed over dark eyes. 'Good morning, Waverly,' Vin greeted softly.

'Good morning, Vin,' Waverly muttered. He held up a letter. The golden wax glittered. Now it was Vin's turn to scowl, Waverly nodded in understanding.

'You can open it,' Vin said.

Waverly nodded. He opened read it. 'It's the same as the letter before,' he announced. He handed it to Vin.

Vin skimmed through it. It really was like the letter before. It talked about his fiance and "gently" asking him what was to be done with him. Vin sighed. Sinclair that idiot. Look at the trouble he had gotten himself into. And just because he thought being turned into a demon was *cool*.

'You already know what to do,' Vin said. Waverly smiled. 'If you haven't have had breakfast yet, you can eat with me,' Vin added.

Waverly's smile widened. 'Thank you, Lord Valentina,' he set papers down on the table, 'this is your possible schedule for today.'

Vin set down his spoon and fork and picked it up. There was the new school, a visit to a hospital and to a public market and to an orphanage. Maybe he could set aside a visit to a theatre or a conservatory? He missed listening to a performance.

'We'll visit a hospital and an orphanage,' Vin answered. He wanted to visit all of them but healing took time and he couldn't abruptly cut his time with the children. He needed to be at that hospital, the news he had received last night was horrible.

'I'll get the supplies ready as soon as possible,' Waverly said around a mouthful of food. The edges of Vin's mouth quirked up. He got up and went to take a bath.

What was he going to do with his an idiot of a fiance? His gold eyes narrowed. And what will he do with the Church? He dried himself off and dressed. It was his regular clothes but in white to match his white hair. If he wanted something even fancier, he'd use his family's money for it. He tucked his pocketwatch away and opened his bedroom door.

Waverly was waiting in front of it already. 'The supplies are ready.'

Vin smiled relieved. 'Thank you, Waverly. Waverly beamed proud. They went to the front door. When they stepped outside, as Waverly said, there were six carts behind a simple carriage. The crest of the Valentina family were on the boxes side. Vin's eyes glittered in satisfaction. Waverly opened the door and Vin went inside. Waverly sat across him, closing the door behind him. Vin knocked on the carriage roof. The carriage started moving.

Alphonse Carrow Hospital was built eighty years ago at an unfriendly part if the city. But even then, didn't they have enough funding to not fall on tough times? 'Waverly, tell Annie to investigate the hospital's management,' Vin murmured. Waverly's eyes brightened with understanding. Maybe it was because of too many patients or stolen funds, Vin didn't know how it got so poor. But it might be something Vin could fix. Through his family or through the Church.

Vin scowled. The Church... They haven't made a move against his fiance yet did they? They better haven't. They wouldn't go against his will would they? Vin's scowl deepened. No, they would, in an obvious or a subtler way. He would have to prepare for it.

He sighed again. His idiot of a fiance! Getting himself into trouble and for what? Vin will definitely scold him later.

Minutes and minutes later, there were three knocks from the coachwoman. Waverly gave a single knock. 'If we don't have time yo visit the orphanage-' Vin started.

'Deliver the clothes and toys anyway,' Waverly finished. Vin smiled. A few minutes after, the carriage stopped. They had arrived.

Waverly opened the door and the noise around them quietet. He kept his back to the carriage. Vin got off his seat and stepped onto step. The noise restarted, hushed and awed. Vin got out of the carriage. The crowd stepped back, making way.

Vin took the hospital in. A dirty five story red brick building full of people that they spilled out into the road. Vin looked up. Even the windows were dirty. The guess of embezzlement was more and more likely. He turned to the crowd. 'Good morning,' he greeted.

The crowd started. Some furiously whispered to themselves while others kept staring. 'Good morning,' a part of the crowd said, some loudly and some hesitantly.

'How many of you have eaten?' Vin asked.

A handful of people in the crowd elbowed each other. A woman stepped forward. 'Haven't eaten at all, we're famished,' she said with forced casualness.

The edges of Vin's lips quirked up. 'Then I'll ask for some food to be given to you all,' he looked at the crowd, 'please accept it even if you've already eaten. You can do whatever you want with the food. You can give it to someone else or bring it home to your friends and family or even throw it away.'

With that, Vin went to the gate, Waverly beside him. The guard looked at him with wide eyes. He was young, how strong was he? If he was weak then why was someone like him the guard? The gate opened a crack. Vin and Waverly stepped through.

The grass was brown and brittle and some of the stones of the pathway were cracked and even broken, the soil obvious. The double doors opened and someone came out.

Dark-haired, light-eyed and masculine in a rumpled waistcoat over an equally rumpled shirt, late fourties to early fifties from the gray strands. Though that could be the stress because they looked haggard. 'Good morning, Your Grace,' they said hurriedly, bowing as their hands came up as if receiving something, the sign of the god Vin was under. 'My name is Florence Bellini, the director of this hospital.'

Vin already knew that but greetings were necessary. 'Good morning, Director Bellini,' Vin bowed.

Florence made a shocked noise. 'There's no need for you to bow!' they squeaked.

'It's only respectful,' Vin declared, he gestured at Waverly, 'this is my assistant, Waverly.' Waverly also bowed.

'Good morning, Sir Waverly,' Florence said weakly, 'welcome to our hospital.'

'Did you see the carts outside?' Waverly asked. Florence nodded. 'Three of them are filled with supplies.'

And Florence's shoulders slumped and their eyes shone with tears. 'Thank you,' they said breathlessly, they swallowed, 'I don't know how to thank you.'

'You can thank us if you keep doing what you were doing,' Vin said simply. Whether Director Bellini was doing good or bad, they would be judged.

'I will,' Florence promised. 'Lead the way, Director Florence,' Vin said.

Florence nodded then stood up straighter. 'We're a small hospital so the wards are small and cramped.'

'Then why don't you take less patients?' Vin asked as he noted everything. The windows were cleaner in the lowest floor, the dried streaks of wiping visible but they already passed three broken windows. They were boarded over with planks, not even a gap between them.

They all walked up the steps and stepped into the hospital. There were a lot of people inside, almost making the room seem full. There was a wall of noise. Vin knew he might have an headache later. 'We try to pick and choose...' Florence said slowly, 'the ones who can travel we point to the next hospital but...'

They stepped over missing floorboards.

'But?' Waverly prompted.

'Some don't have the money to travel,' Florence said helplessly. They cleared their throat. 'Attention, everyone!' they called out. Eyes turned to them. There were gasps and furious whispering started a second later. 'Yes, the Saint is here,' Florence declared.

A small child stumbled forward, their mother tried to drag them back. 'My auntie,' the child blurted out.

Vin's eyes softened. He crouched down in front of them. 'What happened?' he asked gently.

'She's hurt. Can you help her?' the child asked distressed.

'I'll see if I can,' Vin said. Because sometimes his powers didn't work fully or didn't work at all. Either the wounds were too severe or they didn't want to live anymore. 'Can you take me to her?'

'I can! I can!' The child took Vin's hand.

'Myla!' The child's mother cried.

'It's alright,' Vin said quickly, 'I don't mind.' Myla pulled Vin and he went. The crowd parted.

'The Saint!' Vin heard some of them cry awed. Hands reached out.

'I'll come back,' Vin promised. Their faces were relieved and teary. Myla pulled him into a room. The door was broken, lopsided because of its broken hinges. The doorknob was broken too.

And this room was full. All the beds were occupied so there were chairs and some were on the floor on sheets. It smelled of antidisinfectant and alcohol, the people wrapped in bandages.

'Auntie,' Myla called out. People turned to them as the two of them walked across the room. They and Vin stopped in front of a chair. And the reason for all of the people outside and for all of the peope inside became clear. On the woman's legs were bandages and on her arms were burns.

'Myla?' The woman looked up at Vin shocked, 'the-the Saint!'

'Good morning, Myla's aunt,' the woman nodded jerkily, 'if it's alright, can I look at your leg?' Vin asked mildly.

The woman startled. 'My leg? No-no, you don't have to heal it!' she said overwhelmed.

'I asked him to,' Myla declared.

Vin smiled. 'And I came here today to help.'

The woman looked unsure. 'Alright...' she hesitantly. Vin kneeled in front of her, hand outstretched. He put it under the woman's leg. His hand started glowing, he could heal this.

Vin felt the magic slipping from his fingers. He knew that the flesh was knitting itself back together. A short minutes later, the glowing of his hand stopped. 'It's healed,' he declared, 'but ask a nurse to check it.' Vin looked up. He met the woman's eyes, 'do you understand?'

The woman jumped. 'Yes!' she said 'I will.'

Myla turned to Sinclair. They bowed. 'Thank you,' they said seriously.

Vin smiled. 'It's ok, you're welcome,' he said softly. 'I have to see the others now so take care of your auntie, alright?' Myla nodded. Vin turned to the rest of the room. 'I'll tend to you,' he declared. Vin started going around the room, this would be a long day. He sat down on a bed, wrapping his hand around a person's wrist.

Seeing the burns were rough but their pain was rougher. Vin hoped today would help them. He focused and the magic flowed from his fingers and into their flesh. It was two and half hours later that someone came to stand beside him.

'Hello, Director Florence,' Vin greeted, 'what can I do for you?'

'The badly burnt,' Florence said tearfully, 'they're ready, so please-'

'Director Florence, rest easy. I will help no matter what,' Vin said. Florence swallowed then nodded jerkily. Vin stood up, 'lead the way.'

Florence led them out of the room and up the stairs. Scratched banisters and missing floorboards. They passed another missing window, boarded with a plank. Down the hallway with the paint faded and scratched.

There was a room up ahead with two people beside it. How interesting, they didn't look like guests. They looked like guards. As they came closer, Vin's skin prickled. It was a familiar feeling. How interesting.

'The Saint is here,' Florence said. The two turned to Vin. Their eyes were sharp and searching as they stepped aside. Vin felt their eyes as he stepped through the door. Demons in a hospital. Vin turned to Waverly, Waverly met his eyes. He understood what Vin wanted. Vin turned back to the room. It was quieter than downstairs but that made it worse.

'Waverly, stand outside,' Vin said softly.

'Thank you, sir,' Waverly said weakly, 'please call me if you need anything.'Vin nodded. The door closed behind him. He turned to Florence. 'I should wash my hands first, right?' Florence's frown softened, they nodded with a smile.

After Vin did, he started. If the silence and seeing their pain hurt then , it was agonizing now. There were only thirteen people hurt. But that was thirteen too many. 'Hello,' Vin greeted softly. A man, the husband, looked up at him tearfully. 'I'm here to help,' Vin sat down. He held put his hand. The man took it.

The hours went by as Vin comforted and healed them. He knew that he would exhausted after, both from his magic reaching its limit and his emotions worn. Vin swallowed as he healed a child. The fire was awful but was it an accident or was intentional? He clenched his jaw. And this hospital needed help, so much help. A relief then he had the money for it.

Vin turned away. He breathed in deeply. Such suffering. 'Do you need a moment?' Florence murmured.

Vin nodded. 'Thank you,' he managed to say. Florence's expressiom was soft. They seemed like a good person. Vin almost regretted thinking of a possible punishment if he was a liar. Vin turned back to the room. 'I'll return,' he promised. He walked out of the room, falling onto the bench by the doors.

Waverly quickly sat down beside him. He held out a bottle of water. Vin nodded in thanks. He took it and drank. 'Mr. Berkhart has returned to your residence,' Waverly murmured.

Vin automatically frowned. Waverly smiled. 'Can you tell my dearest fiance to keep his ass there so I can yell at him,' Vin muttered.

'Already did, sir,' Waverly said cheerfully.

Ah, his trusted assistant. Vin should give him another raise. 'And of the director?' Vin asked. 'Safe, sir, he's a proper director,' Waverly answered, 'in fact, the hospital is doing better under his direction.' Proper director indeed.

'And the people around him?' And he knew that Waverly knew what he meant. Waverly's voice dropped even lower. 'They're as you think,' he paused, 'and they seem to be helping.'

Huh, curious. 'I'll ask them about the hospital.' Waverly's eyes flicked to Vin. He was asking if it was wise. Vin discretely shrugged. They'll see if it is.

'Lord Valentina?' Florence asked. Vin and Waverly both turned to him. There was a pot in their hands. 'Are you hungry?' they asked eagerly.

Vin amd Waverly's faces softened. 'Thank you, director,' Vin said. Florence set the pot behind them. 'If I could have a moment of your time?'

'Of course, m'lord!' Florence said eagerly. Vin raised his eyebrows. Waverly laughed. Florence gave them a questioning look.

'Nothing,' Vin said, 'I have question about the hospital,' Florence nodded, 'it's about the state of it.' Florencexs expression shifted to.a sad one. No, more than sad, it was devastated. 'Are you a part of the reason of its state?'

'What?' A voice asked coldly. Waverly tensed. He and Vin looked behind Florence. The new arrival was light-haired, having this long brown hair over their shoulder. Their eyes were dark and they were feminine in their dark blue dress, their expression stormy. They looped their arm around Florence's then smiled. 'What are you saying about my darling?' they said sweetly.

Vin didn't hesitate. 'We were wondering if your darling is part of the reasons for this hospital.' Behind him, Waverly let himself smirk. A quick quirk of the edges of his lips then it disappeared.

The new arrival's eyes flashed. They drew themselves up straighter. 'Wait!' Florence said quickly.

The new arrival pinned Vin with their glare. 'How dare you,' they hissed. The air around them turned cold. Florence tugged on their arm. '*Wait*,' he pulled them back.

The new arrival turned their eyes to Florence. 'What are you doing,' they growled. Their dark eyes glowed gold and their fangs clear.

'Stopping you from making a mistake,' Florence said firmly. He looked at Vin. 'No, I'm not part of it,' he ran his hand through his hair, 'though I felt like I was.'

Charas:

Vin Valentine: Saint, from the merchant Valentine family

Waverly: Vin's trusted assistant

Sinclair Berkhart: Vin's fiance, an arranged marriage since childhood, decided to be an idiot

Florence Bellini: kind ojisan

Narra Villanueve: demon lord of the area, femme presenting,

[beesonhoneytoast]

Howl’s Moving Castle Incorrect Quotes

another shitpost bc I have problems 🎐

Ryan: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life  Sophie: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years!  Howl: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this!  Markl: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!  Calcifer: My moral code, is that you?  Ryan:  Ryan: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug?

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Howl: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?  Ryan: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies  Calcifer: Socks are Feetie Heaties  Markl: Forks are Stabby Grabbies  Ryan: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties  Calcifer: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies  Markl: Stamps are Lickie Stickies  Sophie, annoyed: You are disappointments

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Howl: If you had to choose between Ryan and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose?  Sophie: That depends, how much money are we taking about?  Ryan: Sophie!  Howl: 63 cents.  Sophie: I'll take the money.  Ryan: SOPHIE!!!

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Howl: He stole from me first! Sophie: Mhm. Howl: Stole my heart... Ryan: It is still illegal to commit murder.

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Howl: Fuck. Ryan: We've got to work on your cursing. Howl: Why? I'm pretty good at cursing already.

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Howl, Ryan, and Sophie are sitting on a bench Markl: Why do you guys look so sad? Howl: Sit down with us so we can tell you. *Markl sits down* Ryan: The bench is freshly painted.

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Howl: I think we're missing something.  Ryan: Teamwork?  Markl: Cohesion?  Sophie: A general sense of what we’re doing?

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Howl: You lying, cheating, piece of shit! Ryan: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD Howl: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING SOPHIE WITH ME Markl, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

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Howl: Self care is actually getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys.  Sophie: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap!  Ryan: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!!  Markl: Lmao self care is taking your birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting.  Howl: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

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Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.  Howl: Shit.  Ryan: Wait, three?  Cop: Yeah?  Sophie: OH MY GOD MARKL FELL OFF!!!

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Howl: *Screams*  Ryan: *Screams louder to assert dominance*  Sophie: Should we do something?!  Markl, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

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Howl: I think Markl was right.  Ryan: I'm surprised he hasn’t marched in here to say 'I told you so.'  Sophie: He wouldn't do that.  Markl: You're right, Sophie. For once in your life, you're 100% right. I would never say that.  Markl: *turns around, the shirt he’s wearing says 'Markl Told You So' on the back*

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Howl: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling?  Ryan: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Markl?  Markl: Probably “road work ahead”.  Sophie: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

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Howl: Dammit, Ryan! Ryan: What?! It wasn’t me! Howl: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Sophie! Sophie: Not me either. Howl: Oh...Then who set the house on fire? Calcifer: *whistles*

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Ryan, banging on the door: Howl! Open up! Howl: Well, it all started when I was a kid... Sophie: No, he meant- Markl: Let him finish.

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Howl: Everytime I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.  Markl: Okay, but what is updog?  Sophie: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.  Ryan: Not, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.  Calcifer: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.  Prince Justin: Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.  Markl: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.  Howl: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.  Sophie: No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.  Ryan: What’s a henway??  Howl: Oh, about five pounds.

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Howl: Croissants: dropped  Ryan: Road: works ahead  Witch of the Waste: BBQ sauce: on my titties  Markl: Shavacado: fre  Calcifer: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead  Sophie:  Sophie, grumpy: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

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Howl: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses.  Ryan: This knife is actually a magic wand.  Sophie: Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel.  Markl: *cocks gun* Magic missile.  Calcifer: What the fuck is wrong with you people.

[gingerjolover]

HOLIDAY REQUEST SEASON EEEE HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! okay so we know that julien definitely isn’t enthralled by the holidays because of the stereogum interview buuuut i cant shake the vision of julien and soft!gf facing off in a (ginger)bread (see what i did there!!!!!) house battle like idk i could just imagine soft!gf running errands at the store, coming across a gingerbread house kit and being like…..yes!

omggggg... also i see what u did there teehee

im gonna hc this bc this is sooo cute

i feel like soft!gf and julien compromise a lot in their relationship, like they show up for each other in many different ways even when the other isn't super stoked

jb shows up for you EVERY. CHRISTMAS. like yeah she doesn't love christmas but she looooves you so she indulges your every whim during the holidays

if we are in the same universe (soft!gf and julien have moved to LA and the house needed renovations/the end of touring/lots of events taking place and so on, so their holiday party/housewarming is taking place around the holidays) then you are zooooming around running errands trying to prep

thankfully munagenius is helping a lot and you thank your lucky stars for bff!kelli bc boy does she come thru for you

but it's exactly like that, soft!gf sees these gingerbread kits at like world market or something and there's a sale on traditional ones but then there's a midcentury modern kit and a camper one (these are real)

so you get a couple of the traditional ones (maybe for a mungenius hangout or group date night) and then get some of the cool ones

and you come home so excited and julien is matching your excitement because she doesn't like christmas but she likes how excited you get around the holidays and the constant twinkle in your eyes

julien greets you in the driveway, one of your dogs at her calf as she waits for you to park, her tattoos out and about in her linen button down

"didja buy the whole store?" julien asks teasingly, her hand pulling you into her by your beltloops, kissing your cheek and jaw in quick succession

"we have like 25 people coming over jay," you say unamused but unable to fight the smile at her affections, starting to grab bags

but boyfriend!julien is lowkey jacked and can get 95% of the bags in her arms as she quickly waddles into the house

julien is rifling through the bags when you get inside, pulling out the gingerbread houses before you can even butter her up

"i saw them at the store and i thought it would be so fun...look," you say grabbing the midcentury modern house and showing her the box

julien sees how excited you are and loves a good craft so she acts like its such a chore but once dinner has been eaten and the dishes have been washed, julien is putting plastic down on the dining room table and organizing all the supplies as if it was her idea

and lets be real, julien gets into it, okay?

soft!gf is a little genius so there's extra icing and candy and toppings for the houses on the table

and julien is constructing a masterpiece, murmuring to herself, "need a good foundation...good bones," or something like that

"i bet i could build us a real house baby..." "im sure you could jules."

and somewhere between letting the houses set and decorating, julien gets competitive

"i thought you wanted us to decorate it like it was our real house jay?"

"i do but im just going to do it better than you :)" and she smiles so sassily you're like fine, game on

and julien is soooo messy

she has icing all over her hands and on her cheek

and she's popping candies into her mouth left and right

"jay stop i needed those for my roof!" "you're roofing too slow babe, 's not my fault"

and there's Christmas music playing softly in the background, the dogs are sleeping underneath the table at y'alls feet and as it gets dark the Christmas lights husband!julien so diligently crafted around the house on a timer go off

and for the first time in a long time julien looks around and is so genuinely happy with the christmas-ness of her environment

and its silly like her and soft!gf are literally making replicas of their house out of inedible gingerbread and its so christmassy it should make her sick but she sees the streaks of icing on your cheekbone and how you've placed little m&ms in a repetitive pattern on the roof of your gingerbread house and she decides that the focused look on your face with your tongue peeking out, an almost ethereal glow behind your head from the Christmas lights is worth dealing with some of the lingering anger and resentment she has during the holidays if it means she can create new traditions with you and learn to love Christmas

<3 sorry its late guys

i feel like ive forgotten how to write and post and im in my imposter syndrome era ;P

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 38

anon - bs giving marc a little smooch on the head for appreciation <3 and him just standing there confused 0-0'

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anon - (Tw: homophobia)

wAIT what if one day reader was walking outside wearing a bisexual pin (bc it was a gift from someone? Maybe matt or something cause it’s like “:0 how did you know????”) then they bump into someone? Reader apologises ofc because manners but they see the pin and get angry at them? But surprise surprise: THE CROWS save the day by swooping and (sort of) attacking!!!

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anon - i just finished what there is so far of Baby Scarab and of course it's brilliant, magnificent, and showstopping! anyways as a request could we have one where MC realises that through Steven she's gained a little weight from being just better fed as well as normal teenage growth and she sort of panics about it as per teenage insecurity and the moon men assure her that there's no shame in weight gain?

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@soup238 - I LOVE LATIN DANCING (salsa, bachata, cumbia, etc.) Would it be cool if one of the moon bois maybe Jake taught the reader how to Latin Dance? 😎💃🕺

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A/N : its everywhere.

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : very rushed filler

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, eating disorder(?), homophobia, let me know if i missed anything

~~~

the cats woke you up again.

right in time for you to get ready for work, too.

you would get up, but steven was holding you tight to his chest, and moving would surely wake him up.

and you know that he doesn’t get enough sleep so you’d feel terrible if you deprived him of it.

you sigh and carefully reach a hand up to pet luna, who was by your face, pedro walking around on the edge of the bed.

you figured that you could at least try to pry stevens arms off of you, which you do successfully and roll onto the floor silently to ensure you don’t wake him.

the kittens snuggle up against him, which makes you smile before you pick yourself up and  walk over to the kitchen to find a pen and paper.

you ended up finding a red ballpoint pen and plain yellow sticky notes.

you write a quick letter and grab your phone before silently leaving to get ready for work at your place.

~~~

steven woke up fairly nervous when he realized you weren’t there.

that was until he found the note though.

to stePHen, marK, and jaCK,

i’m going to work so pls don’t freak out.

i’ll be home around lunch and make sure to feed my babies. i like them better than you guys so i want them to live.

i’m kidding, i love you guys more

see you soon :)

steven smiled at the weird letter, while marc scoffed at the obnoxious misspellings of their names.

steven looked to the clock on the oven, it reading 8:48, which made jake scoff this time.

“you slept in too late, now we have to wait until lunch to see y/n” he bitches, marc humming in agreement.

“sorry mates, i’ve just been tired recently” steven mumbles an apology and both the other guys tell him not to worry about it.

“well now what?”

“how about we start with actually cleaning the couch”

~~~

it’s been an average day at work so far, about half an hour left.

you sighed as you hear the bell, signaling that another customer has arrived, and you were delighted to see who it was.

“matt, foggy” you nod to them, both smiling and waving.

“how are you feeling?” matt asks in a hushed voice.

you purse your lips for a moment before answering. “good. well, as good as i can be” you say, darting your eyes to your covered forearm for a split second.

matt nods. “that’s good to hear” he replies, and foggy steps up.

“yeah, that’s good” he starts. “listen, we didn’t come here to get coffee” foggy tells you and you tilt your head with furrowed brows.

“then wha-“ you get cut off by matt setting down a small rectangular black box on the counter in front of you.

you look up at the both of them, and foggy nods to the box.

you hesitate but reach out to it and hold it in your hands, running your fingers along the sides before pulling the top open, revealing a pin and a pair of almost identical glasses to matt.

your mouth opens in shock, until a smile takes over your face.

“guys what-“

“we have to get back to america” matt cuts you off and your smile fades.

everyone had to go back at some point, i guess now was just the time.

“you didn’t have to give me these- i-“

“you’ve earned it” matt smiles at you.

you didn’t know what to say, you just stared down at the gifts with a smile.

“thank you guys” you tell them, coming around the counter to give quick hugs to both of them.

“are you sure i can’t get you anything? it’ll be on the house” you try to bribe them, but they shook their heads.

“you have my card” matt nods at you, and you nod back.

“i’ll see you guys” you wave, foggy waving back as both of them slowly make their ways out of the cafe.

the pin and the glasses remain in the box, so you look around before reaching a hand in and taking the pin out.

it was in the shape of a heart, about the size of a quarter, with the bisexual flag colors on it.

you smile at it and reach down under the counter to attach it to the strap on your small backpack.

you smile at it in approval and stand back up, ready to finish work and head back home.

~~~

you were about halfway back home, hands in your pockets while you stare ahead.

you feel someone bump into you, making you gasp as you turn to see an older lady staring at you with a deep frown.

you get confused and are about to apologize when she cuts you off.

“watch it, queer” you tense at the woman’s comment, her eyes darting to your new pin for a moment.

“i’m.. i’m sorry i-“

“save it” she grits out, getting all up in your face. “i already got whatever disease you have” she turns around and struts away, leaving you to stare off at her with a frown.

you were about to turn around and keep walking when a crow swoops down and drops dirt on the ladies head, making you open your mouth in shock.

a small smile breaks on your face when more crows follow her, occasionally dropping leaves and garbage on her.

you’d be sure to give them extra fruit and seeds later.

your smile fades as you turn to walk back home.

the comments that lady gave you really hurt.

more than it should.

your boys, and now matt and foggy, had been completely supportive of you and your choices.

they made you feel safe in your own skin. 

if you had people in your life that loved you for you, then why did one comment make your day considerably worse by the minute.

your lips were pursed when you got into the elevator, pressing the button as khonshu tilts his head at you.

“you don’t have to wait in here, you know” you inform him, the bird just scoffing.

“i could sense distress again” he cuts to the chase, making you sigh as the elevator dings, letting you get off.

khonshu was following of course, you waiting to get inside your apartment before talking to him again to prevent looking crazy to any of your neighbors.

“khonshu, listen” you start, closing your door behind you and taking off your shoes.

“i’m not distressed, i just had a little run in with some crazy lady” you explain and he hums in thought.

“you’re lying” he disappears after that and you sigh.

he is probably off telling the boys that you’re ‘distressed’ or whatever.

you just needed to change into more comfortable clothes and get cleaned up.

you take your bag off your shoulders, deciding to leave the glasses in there for now.

you go to click the lights on when nothing happens.

letting out a sigh of annoyance, you try clicking them on a couple more times before noticing a paper right by your door that you somehow missed.

you bend down and pick it up, it being from your landlord.

“what the hell..” you trail off, reading it.

to y/f/n y/l/n,

you’ve failed to pay all your rent on time, causing us to turn your power and water off.

this is due to rent prices going up, and we are sorry to say that if you can’t pay full rent by the end of this month, you’ll be evicted.

we hope you understand.

you scoff and throw the paper down, watching as it slowly flows down until it hits the floor.

you run a jittery hand through your hair and use your phones flashlight to get cleaned up.

without water of course.

you’re so glad you have some of your stuff at the guys place.

~~~

“what do you mean she’s distressed?” marc demands, khonshu humming.

“her distressed level just got highter”

“that makes no sense, what happened?” marc asks him tensely, already getting his shoes on to go make sure you’re okay.

“she said she ran into crazy lady” khonshu elaborates and marc scoffs.

“doesn’t exactly help” he mutters, slamming the door shut once he got out, and rushing into your apartment since you forgot to lock the door.

you were seen with your head in your hands, sitting on your couch in the dark.

marc tried flicking the lights on, but got confused when nothing happened.

he ultimately ignored it and went to sit next to you on your couch, silently putting a hand on your shoulder.

“do you think i’m a disease?” you randomly ask, marc furrowing his brows.

“of course not. why would-“ and then it hit him.

the ‘crazy lady’ obviously said something about your sexuality, a lot of people thinking about it as a disease.

marc’s expression softened. “honey, you’re not a disease” he starts.

“don’t listen to those jerks” you look up at him and give a small smile.

“matt and foggy have to go soon too. they came to the cafe and they gave me a pin. with my pride flag on it” you start to explain.

“and i put it on my bag. i bumped into a lady and here we are” 

“my birds attacked her. dropping trash on her and stuff” you chuckle and marc smiles at you, happy that you’re not feeling as shitty as before.

“don’t let those people get to your head, you’re perfect” he gives you a one armed hug, and then pulls you up.

“now what’s with the lights?” he asks and your mood dampens again.

“if i don’t get rent in by the end of the month, they’re evicting me” you say shortly, marc scoffing.

“that’s not fair, there’s only a week left- it’s only july!” he exclaims and you shush him.

“just- forget about it” you move towards the door, putting your shoes back on.

marc blindly follows, that is until steven takes over.

“alright then, let’s get going, love” both of you leave, heading over to the guys place.

“so what would you like for lunch? i know you-“

“i’m actually not that hungry right now” you interrupt, letting yourself in their apartment.

“…darling, what did you have for breakfast?” he asks and you halt in your steps.

it’s silent for a moment as steven locks the door, coming up so he’s right behind you.

“y/n i asked you a question.” he says and you bite your lip, turning around.

“nothing, okay?” you say quickly, steven giving you a pitiful look.

“why not? should we be worried? it’s not healthy to skip meals, you know” he rants and you stop him by putting your hand up.

“i’ve just..” you trail off, trying to fin the words. 

“i’ve just gained a few pounds, nothing serious” you say quietly and steven sighs.

“and what exactly was your diet like before you met us?”

“pop tarts and instant noodles”

“see? and now you’re having a healthy three meals a day. at least one of them being home cooked” he starts, and you look up at him.

“you are perfectly healthy, there’s no shame in it” he continues.

“it’s happy weight, darling, plus the spider bite gave you a faster metabolism, and quite a lot of muscle so..” he trails off and you snort.

“i guess”

“you guess? you’re beautiful” steven starts, and you sense a switch as marc takes over again.

“i just have one thing- do you think you could beat me in an arm wrestle now? without cheating?” he asks and you nod.

“of course you think so” he chuckles and you lean forward to press your forehead against his, surprising him.

“thank you guys” you say quietly, leaning back and putting both your hands on each side of marc’s face, then bringing his head down to press a light kiss to his temple.

you pull away slowly as marc gives you a shocked look, making you shrug.

you sense another switch, which makes you worried until he puts a hand up.

“he needs a minute” jake says and you nod.

was that too far? did he not like that?

you could never know.

jake distracts you by taking your hands in his.

“i’ll have steven make you lunch after this- but i want to teach you something, is that okay?” he asks and you nod.

“just away with me first, si?” he asks and you nod again, smiling as the two cats come and walk around both of your legs.

that afternoon, jake had taught you to salsa.

yes, marc made fun of him and yes you called him a weenie multiple times.

and yes, they had a certain question to ask you separate from the one he was talking about with layla.

and yes, they were sure you’d say yes.

just, how would they ask you?

they had to do it soon since you were basically going to be kicked out of your home.

they just had to get the timing right.

and they knew exactly how to do it.

~~~

A/N : sorry this is so rushed, and also posting early again bc work stuff :)

see you in two days with a more interesting chapter <3

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[specialagentlokitty]

Damon x Autistic!reader - always know

YOU NEED DAMON REQUESTS OH BOY DO I HAVE DAMON REQUESTS!!! Autistic!Reader (as always, the last one you did with Jacob was spectacular! I loved it! Perfection!!!) and I'm always a sin for protective Damon so maybe overstimulated around the others and Damon steps in bc while reader is too busy masking to tell anyone they need to leave, Damon has no problem being rude and whisking them away. They get in the car and he makes sure she has the stim stuff he keeps in the car for her and is ok ❤️👑- Anon💜

At first Damon didn’t notice it, he was too busy dancing around on the dance floor while you were sitting in the corner of the hall focusing on trying to keep yourself focused to really notice anything else.

“(Y/N), are you okay?“ Stefen whispered.

“Y..yeah. Good party… just dancing isn’t my thing..”

He smiled and nodded, handing you a cup of Juice that he got from the kitchen for you.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, I’ll just be over here, okay?”

You nodded and watched him walk away before you carried on focusing on what you were doing again.

Damon heard the conversation between you and Stefen and excused himself from the dance floor and padded his way over.

Kneeling in front of you, Damon took the cup from your hands and set it on the floor next to your chair.

“You okay?”

You locked eyes with the vampire for a moment before you quickly looked away.

You didn’t reply and Damon knew what was going on.

You were trying so hard to be okay, stay there for everyone. You didn’t just want to up and leave, you didn’t want to seem rude.

Standing up, Damon held out his hand to you.

Looking up at him, you saw a soft smile on his face as he wiggled his fingers at you.

“Come on. Let’s go.”

You nodded your head, placing your hand in his.

“Hey, you can’t leave!” Bonnie called.

“Too late, we’re going!” Damon yelled back.

Damon laced his fingers with yours and led you out into the corridor, out the doors of the school and towards his car.

“Damon we need to say goodbye.”

“Whatever I’ll text them later it’s cool.”

He grinned down at you and held the passenger side door open for you before closing it once you got in.

He got into the drivers side and reached for the glove box, pulling out a small bag and giving it a little shake.

“Go on, get your favourite out.”

You smiled and grabbed your favourite one, letting him put the rest away.

You fiddled with the little stim toy in your hands while Damon started to drive.

He occasionally turned his eyes to you, smiling softly before he turned back to face the road.

You were working out all your stress with the toy, everything you’d been holding back all night just so you wouldn’t seem rude to the others.

Pulling up in the driveway of your home, Damon quickly got out of the car and opened your day, wiggling his fingers for the toy.

“Come on, fidget things stay in the car. You know that.”

“But Damon.. I want it…”

Damon chuckled and nodded his head, taking your hand as he pulled you from the car and closed the door.

Damon led you to the stairs of your house and knocked on the door.

“Is everything alright? You’re awfully early.” Your dad smiled.

“She’s okay, she was just having trouble at the party.” Damon replied.

You stepped into the house before stopping at the bottom of the stairs, turning to face Damon. He’d never been invited, so you knew he couldn’t come in, you wanted your dad to be the one to invite him.

Damon looked at you, giving you a soft smile as he turned to your dad.

“May I come in? I believe it could help her relax.”

You dad turned to you and saw you waiting by the bottom of the stairs, still fiddling with the toy in your hand, spinning it between your fingers.

Turning back to Damon, your dad stepped away from the door and nodded his head.

“Of course, come in. Thank you.”

The moment Damon took a step inside you were starting to make your way upstairs and he was right behind you.

You led him to your bedroom and set the fidget toy down in favour for picking up your favourite plushie instead as you sat on the bed.

Damon grabbed another plushie and sat next to you, patting his shoulder for you shuffle over and you did.

Resting your head on his shoulder, you closed your eyes, holding the plushie close as you let your body relax.

It was hard masking, especially when it was a long period of time and there was far too much that was making it hard for you.

So you fell asleep pretty quickly and Damon shuffled down, resting your head on his chest as he covered you up with your quilt.

Sighing, he played with the ends of your hair as he stared up at your ceiling with a soft smile on his face as he listened to the soft beating of your heart.

You were different from any other human he’d met, and he supposed that’s what made him care about you even more

[misora-msby]

embarrassing moments with inarizaki

inarizaki always looks so cool but you know they’re actually dorks and i am here to provide you the content to show theyre clowns. enjoy the headcanons :)

Kita Shinsuke

firstly. kita shinsuke being embarrased? making a mistake? unheard of.

he’s a perfect man and we all know it.

anyways

you two were having a nice dinner out together. 

it was a pretty fancy place so you decided to dress in a different style today

but you were beginning to wonder if kita liked it or not because he seemed to keep looking past your shoulder instead of at you

he was an observant guy so you were wondering if something had happened behind you

but you couldn’t hear anything weird so you assumed not

you decided to just stay quiet about it at first but now it was beginning to become annoying! 

why wasn’t he looking you in the eye to speak?

midway through your dinner, kita finally spoke up tho

“y/n, your shirt is slipping... yer bra’s showing.”

oh.

right. you were wearing your off-shoulder top.

“o-oh. shin, it’s that kind of shirt, you know?” you had to explain your outfit to ur bf with a pink face.

“oh... that so... well it’s cold these days so if yer feelin’ cold lemme know. i’ll give ya my jacket.”

GOD HES SO PERFECT KITA SHINSUKE I HOPE U MARRY HIM???????

Ojiro Aran

another man with next to no flaws.

but nature says everyone has to make some mistake.

so it was a regular school day, our aran has just come to class from morning practice and there’s still some time left until class starts.

all the girls in class are gathered around a table

he’s not sure why, it’s probably watching an idol video

but ur man wants to be a little romantic!!

plus he just showered so he smells Great uwu

he goes over and hugs you from behind, placing his chin on ur head.

“hey, bb whatcha ya doin”

all the girls gasp.

he doesn’t get whats wrong, it’s not like it’s a secret y’all are dating

pda to this level aint bad either

especially compared to his teammate miya atsumu

“ojiro aran.”

why is your voice behind him

he looks down and nearly faints when he sees he hugged the wrong girl.

to be fair she looked a lot like you from behind, just maybe 1cm shorter.

“i’m so sorry!” he keeps apologising to literally everyone and all the class is giggling bc they never seen their school’s ace so red before.

“didn’t think i’d come back from the toilet and see my bf cheatin”

“IT WAS A MISTAKE! I’M SERIOUS! Y/N U KNOW I LOVE YA!” 

hes so funny i swear

the volleyball team hears of it and it gets even better 

Miya Atsumu

it’s not a secret that miya atsumu, setter of the inarizaki volleyball team and invited to national youth training camp, had a gf

he was very much in love with u 

the whole class knew it because he’d show it off whenever he could too

so here comes valentines day

last year he received like... 50 different gifts from girls and guys aiming to win his love.

you didnt even give him one lmAOOOOO 

but this year, he had been not so subtly trying to hint that “i better not receive any chocolates this year when i’ve got a gf!”

he reaches school and plops into his seat.

there’s an anonymous box of chocolates with “please accept my love, miya-kun! <3″ on it

“the hell’s this?!”

“oh? chocolates?” - osamu who just popped his head into the class to shove into his twin’s face how much chocolate he got.

especially since the blond was off limits, the grey-haired twin had a bigger following now.

“do they not know i have a girlfriend...”

“well, ya might as well eat it. ya dont know who to return it to.”

“that’s like receivin’ their love!”

“no it ain’t. it’s just food.”

atsumu couldn’t argue with that and popped a piece in.

it was very delicious. the chocolate practically melted on his tongue and was the perfect sweetness and was filled with a delicious ganache too.

it was perfect

but he couldn’t accept this!

“it ain’t even good. too sweet and the filling’s sticky.”

“ah. really? is that what you think, tsumu?” you ask from the door where you had been watching the exchange take place.

“y/n! look at this! some weirdo gave me some choco and like... samu said to test it but i’ll toss it out, promise.”

“tsumu, i made that... i wrote it anonymously because i thought you’d know it was me and i wanted to tease you a little.”

“huh.”

osamu: “yeah actually i went over to her place to teach her how to make it.”

atsumu: “you said you went to suna’s place?!”

osamu: “i went there later but i first went to help her.”

you: “anyways if it’s not good i don’t mind if you toss it out...”

tsumu: “NO NO BABE I PROMISE IT’S GOOD”

you: “you just said-”

“BABE I SWEAR IT’S GOOD I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO ACCEPT A STRANGER’S STUFF”

“you’re always so honest though... are you sure?” you were having your fun teasing him now.

“BB PLSSSSSS”

he still cringes at the memory 4 years into ur marriage

Miya Osamu

osamu would DEFINITELY make home made dinner dates a regular thing.

this alone shows he’s the better twin - miya atsumu stan

he loves cooking and eating with you so sometimes when he’s got a day off you guys’ll set aside the afternoon to make a real nice dinner

imagine candlelit dinner with miya dorito body osamu in a suit

of course some fun stuff happens after too ;)))

and today’s your third anniversary!!

so osamu adds lots of ‘natural aphrodisiacs’ to the meal

i’m talkin

garlic bread and soup for an appetiser, a nice juicy steak with garlic and red wine sauce for the main, and chocolate coated strawberries for dessert

mm yummy

you two cleaned your plates completely (it was very delicious) and as you were washing the dishes, osamu comes up behind and wraps his arms around your waist

“yes, ‘samu?” 

“i’ve already prepared us a nice bath with yer favourite scents.” he’s got his head resting on ur chin

“really? thank you~ i’ll be there in a bit”

but he doesn’t let go of you while you’re still scrubbing at the baking sheets.

“osamu, you can let go for now.”

“don’t feel like it.”

“i gotta wash the dishes since you did most of the cooking.”

“mmm, i’ll do it if ya gimme a kiss.”

you roll ur eyes bc what a cutie 

u turn ur head to give him a kiss but suddenly he 

he burps

that garlicy wine smell is just kinda there

“ew! ‘samu!!”

his face is real red but he’s also trying not to laugh because he’s still a dude and this is absolutely hilarious to him

“want another?” he starts teasing

“i’m not getting in the bath with you.”

“wait wait wait i’m sorry, i’ll go brush my teeth and give you a proper kiss”

Suna Rintarou

you two were taking the train home today

it was quite late due to practice going a little longer than usual, so he insisted he walked you back home today.

sunarin can be a good boyf sometimes ok

it was getting a little crowded on the train tho, since people were heading home or going out for dinner

luckily you had already grabbed seats so you were quite comfortable sitting side by side. 

you and suna have the type of relationship were you dont have to talk all the time

silence is v comfy.

he’s just scrolling through twitter on his phone while you’re looking around the car, lost in ur thoughts

suddenly you notice an old lady standing a little bit away from you and you stand up

“baa-san, please take my seat.” you whisper in the crowded carriage

“oh how kind of you. thank you, dearie.” she smiles and takes your seat while you stand in front of her and suna instead.

suna doesn’t realise this exchange has happened tho

(he’s on his phone as usual)

probably starting some fights on twitter

he decides to try to be a little romantic and pretends to stretch his arm around (who he thought was) you.

“rin.” 

why is your voice right in front of him?

“young man, i appreciate it but i’m married.”

suna jumps as he sees someone he did not recognise next to him.

he looks up and notices you had moved.

you’re giggling

the granny’s giggling

atsumu and osamu sitting opposite on the carriage look like they’re going to cry because they’re trying not to laugh

“i was just stretching. really.” he mumbles and crosses his arms, face red as a tomato

he’s so embarrassed.

Ginjima Hitoshi

sometimes the inarizaki vbc would go for an after practice snack at the nearby family mart

they were really hungry after an intense preparation for nationals which was in two weeks so kita insisted they all get something to fill them up on the way home

but lucky lucky ginjima hhehe

you (his classmate who he had a crush on) were working at the cash register today.

“welcome!” you greet everyone as they enter

he cant help but stiffen up a bit 

why are u so cute and cheery today

the 2nd years already know what to do.

“heyy, i think last week i bought ya that ramen right? ya owe me my konbini snacks today!” - atsumu

“yeah. you lost a bet to me last week so u gotta pay up. a pack of jelly fruit sticks please.” - suna

“forgot my money today, mind payin’ for my snacks too?” - osamu

“like hell i’m paying for all of you. especially you, osamu. you eat too much all the time.” 

aran’s noticed what’s going on,

“hey, if it’s just for today you can do it right? if ‘samu don’t pay ya back tomorrow i’ll nag him ‘til he does.” 

“fine...” his basket is full when he goes to the counter.

he’s trying his best not to have a red face while watching u scan the items, ur hair swaying slightly as u look back and forth between the objects and the screen.

“alright. 4,890 yen please!” GOD he hated how expensive it was, that’s almost all his weekly allowance but bc it’s u and ur voice saying it it’s kinda ok

“mm, ok.” he still has his eyes on you while he takes out his wallet and puts it on the counter.

yes

his wallet, not the money

“...” “...”

“excuse me, sir. this is...”

he almost slaps his face wtf he’s so embarrassed.

“s-sorry. just a little absent minded after practice.” he starts pulling out his cash.

“it’s fine! i know how hard you guys practice!” you smile while performing the rest of the transaction and pass him his big bag of goods. “good luck for nationals, ginjima-kun!”

he almost runs out of the store and is about to fight the rest of the 2nd years for watching and (suna) recording