#and your brother is like ‘this is what you get for trying to kill my fish’

[evie-sturns]

simulator - Chris Sturniolo

summary: chris and his brothers try out a 'period simulator' for a youtube video, but the way chris is whining and groaning turns you on a lot more than you expected.

contains: smut, sub!chris, fluff, swearing, teasing (slightly), lowkey freaky asf, dom!reader.

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"how does it feel?" matt laughs, cranking up the small dial,

"ah-! matt that fucking hurts dude- shit." chris groans, slapping him over the wrist,

chris is hooked up to several wires, his shirt is slightly bunched up around his waist as small jolts of pressure flood through his tummy,

you, chris, matt and nick are all sitting on the couch, watching chris as he squeals, you were practically dying laughing at the boys and their overdramatic complaints, but with chris youre dead silent, your lips pressed firmly together as you stare at his face.

chris's face is contorted into an uncomfortable expression, his hands gripping at the couch as his eyes screw shut while the period simulator works its magic.

"such a baby." nick scoffs,

"no- oh my god it just- it hurts." chris whines out, his teeth clenched together.

his back arches off the couch, before he locks eyes with you.

you instantly snap back into character, laughing at him softly as you play off the fact that you are extremely turned on right now...

"'s not funny- it.. it really- hurts." chris whimpers out, his hands reaching up to you and clutching your tanktop.

"god get this shit off of- off of me." chris pants, grabbing at the wires and pulling them off his his pale stomach and chucking them at matt.

"you're so dramatic." i giggle softly, running a hand through his slightly dampened locks.

"it feels like my stomach was being like ripped out i swear." chris whines, flopping against me.

"okay wait- i want to try now." nick says nervously, following up with a loud scream as matt places the small sticky pads on nicks abdomen.

after around 40 more minutes of this 'torture', they all decide that they've had enough. mainly because nick was complaining that he was about to throw up.

chris stands up off the couch, his legs slightly shaky and his cheeks still flushed.

he grabs my hand and walks over to the fridge,

he pours a cup of water for himself before slugging it down, his lips a raw pink and slightly glossy from the water hes just drank.

"you okay?" i grin, rubbing his back,

"mmm." he groans, letting his head tip foward onto my shoulder.

"it could not have hurt that bad." i laugh,

"but 's not my fault that fuckin- matt decided it would be funny to try kill me off, cranking that shit up to level 10 unannounced!" chris complains, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

i scoff, shaking my head as i drag chris over to the bedroom.

i shut the door and turn on the ac, a cool breeze filling the room.

chris flops down on the bedsheets, covering his face with his hands. "my tummy hurts." he complains

his grey t-shirt has ridden up again, showing off his black calvin klein boxers.

i crawl onto the bed, gently straddling his hips.

he looks up at me through half lidded eyes,

"you were all squirmy, i liked it." i whisper,

chris's eyes instantly widen, shocked at the sudden change in the atmosphere.

"you- you liked it..?" chris mumbles,

i nod, "just made me so wet." i breathe, leaning down and brushing my lips over his.

chris is fully tense now, he swallows hard with a small nod,

"i- i didn't know you- you uh.. liked it that much..?" he whispers,

i grin, "wanna see what you did to me..?"

he nods eagerly, his lips slightly parted.

i sit up and tug my small shorts off of me, leaving me in my small lacy thong. i gently pull it to the side, before sitting back down on chris's waist.

my wetness drips down onto his pale skin, causing chris's breathing to intensify,

"is that- just from me-?" he asks cautiously,

i giggle softly before nodding, "all from you."

chris lets out a pathetic whine, a spurt of warmth spreads through my abdomen at his noise, god he knew what he was doing.

i gently scoot backwards onto his lap, a cheeky grin on my face.

"your'e hard, i can feel you poking me." i point out softly, causing chris's face to flush a deep red.

"i- i'm sorry youre just- youre just on top of me and- and--"

i press a finger to his lips, my other hand moves down to his jeans and unbuttons them, sliding them down his legs.

hes left in his loose grey shirt and black boxers, his shaggy hair moving over his eyes.

"p-please." he whispers,

"please?" i act dumb, wanting to hear his exact words.

"please just- ugh! please touch me!.." chris whimpers out loudly,

"shh sh sh." i whisper, "your brothers are just out in the living room," i shush him,

"im- sorry." he groans,

i gently tug down his boxers, his dick instantly springs out.

i stay seated on his bare thighs, before carefully taking his aching cock into my hands.

he lets out a shaky exhale at my small touch,

i run my thumb over his slit, causing more precum to dribble out, "ah-! ah.." chris whines,

"hm..? you're to sensitive to handle that amount of touch? that's pathetic dont you think?" i tut, humiliating him completley,

"im- im not sensitive!" he protests, his lips pressed together,

i cup his tip with my palm, making him buck up into me, another needy moan leaving his lips.

"you sure? i don't want you to lie to me yeah?" i grin,

"fine- fine.. 'm a little sensitive" he breathes,

i start to pump him at an agonisingly slow pace, making him even more frustrated.

he arches his back off the bed, reaching up for his dick,

"no-" i start but he cuts me off,

"just let me do it myself! you're taking so long!" chris rambles, his breathing picking up even more,

"what was that?" i start slowly.

"nothing i just-"

"no, i thought you wanted to cum tonight, but i guess not." i cut him off,

his eyes instantly widen, "no- no! i do i do! 'm sorry- i'm so sorry!" he babbles, instantly placing his hands by his sides and staring up at me through his eyelashes with puppy dog eyes.

"dont give me that attitude then." i tell him,

i'm starting to pump him faster, even if he wanted to say something snarky he wouldn't be able to, chris has never been good with forming a coherent sentence when hes being touched, his mind is just too foggy.

i feel his dick twitch in my palm, signalling he's close, but i pull my hand away quickly.

"no-" he cries out,

to avoid any more complaints i instantly sit up on his lap, hovering myself above his tip before sinking down.

he lets out a loud gasp, his slender fingers reaching up and pawing at my waist.

"oh my- oh my god im close-" he gasps,

"i don't care, you have to hold it." i speak,

he nods, pursing his puffy lips together and closing his eyes.

i bounce up and down on his length, the head of his cock rapidly hitting my cervix as it brushes pass my sweet spot.

i let out a small moan, rapidly chasing my own orgasm along side him.

i lean foward and places my hands on chris's chest for support and i continue to grind on him.

my eyes screw shut as my hair drapes over his chest,

"oh chris-" i whine, my stomach knotting with pleasure,

suddenly a loud moan rips out of chris, his head flinging back against the pillows as he pants loudly,

strings of whimpers fall from his lips,

"look at me- look at me." i instruct him, on the brink my own orgasm.

"i'll cum instantly if i do- i cant-!" chris moans, his voice high,

"i dont care- look at me."

chris's eyes open, his lips instantly part further,

"oh ggoddd." chris whines, his hand clutching my thigh,

i clench around him, the knot in my stomach snapping rapidly, chris instantly follows, arching his back impossibly higher off the bed before spurts of white coat my insides,

he instantly fall back against the matress, i gently pull off of him before flopping ontop of him.

he nuzzles his face into my neck, his warm breaths tickling my neck rapidly,

i rest my cheek on his, my eyes fluttering shut,

"does your stomach still hurt?" i whisper out with a small smile,

"no- i swear you're like magic or something- im cured permanantly, god-" he whispers back with a giggle,

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[colossrat]

Billy likes to be independent, he is a little homeless boy who fights life tooth and nail. He always needs to be strong to show society that he doesn't need, much less want, an adult in his life sending him here and there.

But he doesn't need to fight to prove himself strong when he already looks strong. Billy can't ask for help as Billy because that will bring trouble or an adult trying to dad him

But Cap? he can let himself be vulnerable as Cap, even if he doesn't need help, he can ask for it. Marvel will just be a friend in need of help and no one will treat him like a helpless child for that

So, after a good few months, if not years, of becoming friends with his league colleagues, the captain starts to show how he loves having people around him for little things.

he wants to open a jar from the kitchen. He has the strength to go head to head with Superman, but he would never miss the opportunity to ask Superman himself to do it for him. Clark always gets a little confused, because the pot isn't that tight, or tight at all, but he always helps because he sees how it brings a genuine and happy smile to his colleague.

Does he need a snack? He will ask Flash to prepare something for him, saying that the food he makes is the best and with the best flavor.

captain has a problem with magic, he is completely capable of solving it himself, but he will knock on zatanna's door to ask for advice, potions, a protection spell and even a good luck hug if he feels she wouldn't refuse

There's a new movie, he doesn't even want to see it that much, but he's going to ask Cyborg if he can make the movie show in the watchtower break room because he finds the control and streaming platforms confusing

He will ask Batman silly questions, or even prepare complex questions with Solomon's help so he can ask and listen for hours while the bat explains things to him. Not that he didn't already know the answers or couldn't find them in the rock's library of infinite knowledge. but he likes to have someone talking and explaining things to him with so much patience, teaching and even being happy to have someone to listen to his knowledge

Are they going on a water mission? He will ask Aquaman for tips on how to swim faster or more efficiently

Is he having a slower day? Why not ask the Martian Hunter to accompany him to a cat cafe? Ask what are the best sweets or brands of cookies? ask for help to bake a cake or taste the frosting, a brigadeiro

He's having problems with his communicator, better go see Red Tornado if he has tips on how to use it without confusing the private lines again, or ask if he has some free time to go for a fly through some storms. He makes hurricanes, he must like storms just like him, right?

There is a dangerous magical temple sending dangerous magical frequencies, he can destroy it alone, but he asks the hawkwoman for help to put everything down with her mace

there's a cockroach in the watchtower… better ask dr.fate for help to kill it

A LADYBUG ON THE WATCHTOWER?! Call the jl green lanterns asap so they can conjure up a green safe pot to transport her back to earth!!

Did he fall? He wasn't even hurt, but he's going to ask Diana to check if he doesn't have a bump on his head. Diana understands where her little brother's requests come from, and she never unmasks him, she just takes the opportunity to make her little brother happy without feeling bad about asking for help.

Now, a hero approaches little Billy with a piece of food? oh. he will bite off your fingers and throw the food back in your face (not really because that would be wasteful, but he would return the food and tell you to eat it yourself, that he would get food for himself on his own)

He can be feral, try to teach him a life lesson and he will teach YOU a life lesson.

His shoelaces are untied and he just stuck them inside his shoe? you leave his shoelace inside the shoe. If a hero, be it the Man Of Steel himself, bends down to tie his shoelaces, OH MY, he'll kick you in the face and scream that you're not supposed to touch his stuff

Unless that you are also a child or mr tawny, then he maybe either accept your help or gently refuse

[ofbatsandballads]

so it’s a day early but have a little Valentine’s Day with Jason drabble except reader is a bit unhinged and very in love with Jason. inspired by me getting split knuckles and thinking “wow this would be so much cooler if I got them from punching someone.” also idc if damian is ooc here bc you can pry good brothers Jay and Dami from my cold, dead hands.

Jason Todd is used to fighting. He knows thrown fists, black eyes, and bloodied hands better than he knows himself. He’s been fighting so long that it’s second nature; sometimes he tires of the fight and sometimes he aches for it. It all depends on the day and his mood. Sometimes busted knuckles are a pain in the ass to clean and sometimes he enjoys the sting of a job well done.

Jason is used to seeing other people fight. It was the one constant in his formative years. He saw Gotham’s worst fight daily when he was a little kid doing his best to survive the city’s unforgiving streets. He saw Gotham’s best fight nightly and fought alongside him as a bright-eyed teenager. He sees his siblings fight routinely, knows how they do it like he knows the back of his hand. Dick is graceful; he floats through the air before he kicks you in the face. Tim is practical; he hits you where it hurts, seeks to destroy. Damian is ruthless; he toes the line between life and death like he was raised on it. He was; they both were.

Jason has not, however, seen you fight. Until tonight that is. Oh, he’s seen you argue before. You’ve got a smart fucking mouth—he loves it, even when it gets you both in trouble. But physically you’ve always been nothing but gentle and calm. He’s the one that intimidates, that scares off anyone who tries to flirt with either of you with his crossed arms and his face that screams “I’ll kill you”. Yet there you are in the middle of the ballroom where he left you, clutching your fist that has just connected with the nose of some CEO’s son. He freezes for a split second in pure shock. Then his brain comes back online and he’s trying to push through the crowd of people to get to you. His brother beats him to it. Dick picks you up around the waist and swiftly hauls you out of the ballroom.

Jason’s torn between running after you and cornering the guy you just punched to finish what you started. He doesn’t get to make that choice because a small but strong arm grabs him and yanks him hard toward the door that you just got dragged out of. He looks down and sees Damian, and something instinctual about this situation makes him follow wherever the kid goes. It wouldn’t be the first time Damian led him away from a fight and it probably won’t be the last.

“What the fuck just happened?” Jason asks his youngest brother as they wind through the mazelike halls of the penthouse.

“Well, akhi, your beloved just assaulted a man in the middle of father’s Valentine’s Day gala,” Damian responds coolly.

“Yeah, I kinda picked that up, saghir. Why did she assault a man in the middle of the gala?” Jason presses.

Damian bristles at the term of endearment. Jason can tell he’s about two seconds away from arguing that he’s not little anymore, Todd. He seems to consider your hitting a man a more pressing matter, though, because he starts to explain what happened. The guy you punched—some dude named Prescott—had decided it would be a good idea to flirt with you. You turned him down quickly and bluntly with a simple “No, I’m here with my boyfriend.” It all went downhill from there.

“He then asked who her boyfriend was, and when she said you, this imbecile asked why a girl such as herself would be with, quote, ‘a charity case like him’,” Damian relays with thinly veiled disgust.

Jason was used to comments like this. It was all he heard during the three years after Bruce adopted him. It used to make him mad or insecure, like maybe Bruce never truly wanted him. Maybe he just wanted to feel like he was doing something good. But then he died and came back. And he hated B for so long. Until he didn’t. Until he realized that maybe he never did, maybe he just wanted proof that his dad loved him and maybe he felt like he didn’t have it. But with time and patience and a lot of pain, he’s now reasonably assured that he’s not just some billionaire’s charity project. If that were the case, then Bruce would’ve stopped trying a long time ago with him. So the spoiled brat’s comment doesn’t really bother him. He knows that didn’t mean that it wouldn’t bother you, but he can’t figure why it would make you angry enough to deck the guy in the middle of a full ballroom.

“That’s it? She punched him for that?” Jason asks doubtfully.

“No. She first told him that he clearly lacked the empathy to even know what the word charity meant. She also made a snide comment about how his gala attire could, however, be seen as a charity case,” Damian chuckles, clearly amused by your silver tongue.

“Well what’d he say that made her hit him?” Jason demands, his anxiety starting to spike.

He had seen it happen, but he’d been mixing you your favorite cocktail and had missed the actual inciting comment. Damian pauses like he doesn’t want to tell him. All it takes is one hard look with those sea green eyes and Damian finds himself caving like he did as child in the League when Jason would catch him hiding from his newest (and soon to be deceased) sparring partner.

“He said that her tastes shouldn’t be counted considering she was with—” and Damian grits his teeth, forest green eyes absolutely seething, “damaged goods.”

Now that’s a different story. Jason doesn’t care what some privileged rich guy thinks of him, but the idea that other people could see what he already knows hurts. Jason knows he’s damaged goods, knows that you deserve far better than him. And apparently so do total strangers. So how long until you finally see it and leave him like you should have a long time ago? How long until the one truly good thing he’s ever had the pleasure of holding in his hands slips through his fingers and leaves him broken again?

“And then she broke his nose.”

Damian’s jubilant laugh shakes him from the angst he finds himself descending into.

“She what?” Jason asks dumbfounded.

“She broke his nose. I was standing right next to her, Todd. I heard it crack. You’ve trained her well,” Damian says proudly.

Jason’s in awe. You broke someone’s nose. For him. And you did it in front of a room full of people on Valentine’s Day. Jason’s sure this is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for him. And either your love for him has finally settled into his bones or his new therapist is actually doing some good, because he’s suddenly not so worried about you up and leaving him because he’s damaged. You fucking clocked a guy for pointing it out.

Finally after what feels like far too long, Damian leads him to a bedroom tucked away in the penthouse. And there you sit, giggling away as Dick wraps your hand in an elastic bandage. You must’ve sprained your wrist breaking poor Prescott’s nose. Jason is by your side in an instant.

“Jason, there you are! Did you see what I did? Did you, Jay?” you ask enthusiastically.

“Yeah, I saw. Think you might’ve broken his nose, baby,” he teases.

He takes the bandages from Dick and starts to wrap your wrist himself. He gestures for his brothers to get the hell out and hopefully go clean up the mess that’s waiting down the winding hallways.

“That piece of shit deserved it. I would’ve hit him again too had Dick not dragged me away. Think I would’ve gone for his throat next,” you muse.

Jason wants to think he’s above finding this new violent streak of yours sexy. He’s also self aware enough to realize that he’d be deluding himself if he said it didn’t make him want to kiss you senseless.

“I’m sure he did, doll. That was very sweet of you, defendin’ my honor ‘n all,” Jason praises you.

“That was nothing. Child’s play, really. I would do anything for you, Jason. You’re my whole world.”

You say it with such sincerity, with so much love that Jason swears your eyes gleam with it. It makes his heart jump into his throat, makes his chest ache with the need to love you until the day that he dies. And if that day comes too soon? Well, he’ll drag himself out of the grave and come back home to you no matter what it takes. He’d like to tell you all that, but he thinks it might be a bit much. He settles for kissing you instead and nudging his nose against yours when you finally break apart to breathe.

“And you’re mine. C’mon, honey, let’s go home. Valentine’s Day isn’t over just yet.”

[constantfragmentation]

Agreed.

Do I believe Vander blames himself, that he wronged Silco? Yes, I do. But he really doesn't do much beyond extended a weak olive branch to a trusted friend that he just tried to kill. It wasn't a fight that got out of hand, he tried to kill him.

I don't know about anyone else, but I'm sure as hell not going to seek my attempted murderer out afterwards to 'reconcile'. Yeah, no. Silco isn't going to the their special place in the mines, the Drop or anywhere else in FEAR he may run into his attacker and die the next time.

Let's also not forget, the Felica reason is really stupid. He lost his head? The writing is so weak here. Silco and Vander's break seemed more profound than an accidental death of a mutual friend. People get hurt and die in revolts. They had to know there would be casualties or why bother with revolting against Enforcers, who are heavily armed?

Also, if we use a vague timeline between the Day of Ash, Silco recovering from extensive injuries mentally, emotionally and physically, to the point in Arcane S1E1, WHERE... Vander and Benzo make the comment of 'there are worse things than Enforcers out there" meaning Silco and immediately painting him as the big baddie in the first episode.

So, by the age of the kids supposedly on the Day of Ash and then in Ep1, Vander had YEARS to try and contact Silco. They lived in the Underground, know the same people. There's not exactly an infinite places to stay hidden. Vander and Benzo clearly know Silco is operating in the Undercity.

You can't tell me in all those YEARS, Vander couldn't have made the effort to actually contact Silco and clear shit up. He chose not to and continued painting his 'brother' as a bad guy. For someone who 'never forgave himself', he sure didn't make an effort to find his brother. His effort was the weakest ever.

Even his "I never forgave myself" is hollow. No, buddy, you should have been begging your brother's forgiveness for what you did to him. It's this pathetic attempt of Vander's is what I find insulting. We're supposed to go, "oh look he was sorry , if only Silco KNEW!". But it doesn't address the work needed to regain a person's trust and forgiveness.

Vander didn't put in the effort to deserve Silco's forgiveness. End of story.

The mutliverse episode just felt like a slap in the face in this respect. Silco's personality completely changes which makes ZERO sense. The young Silco and Timeline Silco in S2 don't make any sense compared the characterization of Silco in all of S1.

Young Silco HAD to have traits that build into what makes S1 Older Silco. The drowning isn't going to make those traits magically appear. It was always about the cause. Even if Vander apologized, his handling of the Underground and working with Enforcers is what pits Silco against him. THAT is the betrayal.

I don't think Vander's letter would have done much if we're going off S1 Silco explanation of the drowning and aftermath. Silco tried to see if he could get back the 'old Vander' but also knew it might not happen and had Plan B in the wings.

" I let a weak man die".

Silco decided that the cause was still the most important thing to him and learned not to trust anyone so willingly and blindly.

The Felicia angle is so weak. There is no build-up to this magical trio of friends. Silco doesn't seem to know her kids or vice versa. The kids seems to see Silco as an enemy most likely due to Vander and Benzo.

If Silco was a true friend, why doesn't he know the kids or vice versa? You'd think due to their age prior to the bridge, Silco would be a part of their lives and not just Vander?

S2 was such a disappointing mess. If they really wanted to explore these relationships, then they should have laid some of the groundwork in S1 but didn't. The fact it was dealt with in such a sloppy manner and expected fans to love it? That's what bugs me.

And the blatant character assassination of SO many characters in order to make their plot work.

All of S2 was poorly executed. Period.

y'all. y'all know the letter wasn't the apology right. it was the olive branch. "you know where to find me" was an invitation. he couldn't apologize in a letter. he wanted silco to meet him. yeah it was a shit apology. because it wasn't one. my word.

[santapacman]

"Oh, you poor child. You don't realize, do you?" The fell sorcerer looks down at my crumpled form. "You've spent every second of your waking life working toward this moment. Done everything right. You studied, you prepared, clawed, bit and scratched to get here. You've worked miracles. But no one told you, and you never realized." I can barely speak. My ribs are crushing the inside of my chest. There's a crackling sound. Gasping for air, I force out the words: "Realized what?" "You're not one of them, you wonderful, wretched creature. You never were. My brother crafted you from glass. He breathed your life into you. Gave you your memories. Made you into his friend. And then he sent you marching off to face me. You're here to save your friends. You remember them, clear as day. Even though you've never met them. Only him." My entire body is creaking under the strain of his spell. Something cracks. "You're… lying…" "Oh child, I wish I was." He's on the verge of breaking out into sobs. "That's the most insidious part. I could not convince you given an eternity. You feel your bonds to them too strongly. They're real to you. And for that to be true, I must be a demon. The ultimate liar. Anything I can show you, any proof I can give is elaborate deception. Smoke and mirrors. Pale reflections on stained glass. Please! Can't you see that you're trapped?" He said it himself. He's a liar. I won't believe him, for even a second. My finger snaps in two. I try to speak, but all I can do now is gasp. He loosens the spell a little. How courteous. "If you take no pleasure in this, why haven't you just killed me?" He doesn't respond immediately. "Wishful thinking. I hoped I could help you see. I wanted you to believe me. But my brother's done his job too well. I can't do it. I'm sorry. I promise, I will avenge you." And then it happens. I feel a pressure in my ears first, as he raises his hand. There are tears in his eyes. Everything is ready to shatter into a million pieces. Walter, Kima, Boris, Paula… They're the ones who will avenge me. I'm sure of it. They'll get here and finish the job. They'll see right through the lies. The deceit. They won't lose like I did. Looking up to him takes every ounce of strength I have left. Hairline fractures run up and down my neck as I do it. But I manage it in the end. Horror streaks across every inch of his face as our eyes meet. I glare. And he closes his fist. The weight of the world crashes down on me and every part of me cracks and breaks and shatters until the floor is covered in shards.

[prongss78]

pov: remus n james passing notes (!!)

james: remus! wolfboy! remusremusremusremus

remus: you don't need to write my name that many times, it's not going to get my attention until you give me the parchment

james: can i tell u a secret

remus: ??? do you want me to pass this to sirius??

james: NONONONONONONONONONONO pls no plsplsplsno no

remus: what have you done this time, prongs. if you're hiding it from sirius, it's gotta be bad.

james: pls moony, i have to tell someone. it's killing me, i need to tell you

remus: you can't tell me, sirius will know we're hiding something. do not tell me.

james: i'm in love with regulus

remus: HIS LITTLE BROTHER???? STOP. STOP. DO NOT TELL ME ANYTHING ELSE

james: we've been sleeping together for months now

remus: JAMES. STOP. DO NOT TELL ME.

james: merlin, that feels so good to get off my chest- u should try talking to someone and getting it off your chest !! just not sirius, but you know.

remus, turning to look at james, his eye twitching: i'm going to kill you

james, smiling widely back at remus: don't be like that!

remus, setting the note on fire: i hate you, james.

[midnight--sadness]

you are so right about everything!!! thanks so much for replying to that and sharing your opinions. i love that you are very levelheaded about the show but also like to enjoy fanon. :)

I get so mad when people say Jun-ho ruined everything/ was a bad person for not telling Gi-hun about In-ho being the frontman. Thats his brother! That is his big brother who he doesn’t know what will happen to if Gi-hun finds him. He doesn’t know what Gi-huns reaction to that information would be or how the other people in charge of the games will react if someone were to expose his brother’s identity.

And god the theories, accusations, and comparisons of Gi-hun being a new frontman/becoming evil really disappoint me. Maybe I am just in denial about my favorite character, but i just dont see that happening. He is supposed to be the character the audience roots for and his actions are meant to be seen as how they would want to react in a situation like this. (for the most part) I just think the approach of making Hi-hun just like In-ho is lousy and not satisfying at all. I think squid game might give us a more satisfying ending for gi-hun even if that means his death.

Gi-hun certainly is not perfect. no character is and i will always admit that, but the way some people react about these two? crazy

and i don’t want to be more of a d-rider than i already am when it comes to gi hun, but the way people act about him not getting on the plane is ridiculous. how do people expect him to lead a normal life after all that had happened plus him figuring out it will all continue and happen to more people?? also lets not mention how he probably doesn’t feel like he will be an adequate enough father with all his trauma and flaws. AND!!! would you go to see your daughter after knowing these psychos have been tracking you? that would risk her life if they ever wanted someone to use against you? (which they very much would do. ive seen theories that jung bae was placed in the games not just by coincidence)

These two characters are good men and we can’t forget what causes them to make these decisions or the fact that they are meant to have flaws!!! It’s infuriating how they are treated compared to actual villains.

also i would like to see in ho not be forgiven as well. if there is some kind of redemption for him, i hope we still see people he’s hurt so badly be angry (which i dont think will be depicted as a real redemption, just him making a good decision) i agree that jun ho may be more forgiving, but gi hun deserves to be infuriated with what happened to him. seriously in ho didnt have to go as far as he did with gi hun. luckily i dont see him ever doing that because he has no reason to. he was never close to in ho, only young il. he can come back with a lot of heat and vengeance if someone does what in ho has done. (re: gi hun trying to attack sang woo after he killed sae byeok)

this is way too long, im sorry. im just passionate about these characters and their dynamics with in ho. i hope you dont mind my ramblings and i dont feel like looking over it so hopefully they make sense. i really appreciate you talking about this with me!

i so glad u liked what i had to say!! i'm very protective of gihun so my instinct is always to say that he's innocent and does no wrong but in real life people make mistakes. also pls never apologize abt rambling in my inbox i love it so much!! 💖💖 i'm really liking talking to you too!!!

about junho not telling gihun, i once made a post wondering what junho's endgame was. if gihun and his team was successful, then that entire ordeal at the club was to kidnap inho. eventually, gihun was going to remove inho's mask and junho would have to tell him that inho was his brother. gihun finding out was inevitable, so i think junho didn't do it because, like u say, he didn't know what gihun's game plan for inho was. he probably assumed gihun was going to kill him since gihun pointed a gun at junho just bc junho said he was at the island during the games.

yeah, him being front man would be disappointing. in general i have no faith in the writers of shows, but director hwang seems to have a good head on his shoulders and in s1 the fact that gihun "won" that battle with ilnam i think is a good indicator that director hwang is trying to say that gihun is in the right in this situation and he won't abandon his ideals even if he has suffered for them.

the plane thing 😑 it is so irritating!!! why would gihun get on that plane? to see his daughter who is safe with her mother in another continent? so that gayeong can forgive him? gihun is too selfless to let 400+ die for his own safety and comfort.

and omg, that theory abt jungbae is so good! i'd never thought abt it but them placing jungbae would ensure inho has someone close to gihun that he can kill if gihun steps out of line (which he did). it's like how he combed his hair to look like sangwoo's so he could appeal to gihun's love for him.

i completely agree with you that inho isn't going to be fully redeemed. he'll make a good decision - maybe he'll sacrifice himself to save junho or gihun, or he'll decide to abandon the games so the players can escape, or he'll stay behind to blow up the island while every leaves (the last theory is kinda valid but i have to rewatch s1 to see what they say exactly abt the explosives).

i think junho is actually getting closer to not necessarily forgiving junho but accepting his fate? i was remembering his talk with his mother, about how inho made his own choices regarding taking money from a criminal to pay his wife's treatment. and he tells his mom that it wasn't her fault for not giving inho attention or for not trying to help him. he knew they were there and he never went to them. i think junho is, subtextually, saying that they aren't to able for inho becoming the front man, that he made his own choices on the matter and that nothing junho did would change his mind.

this is something that gihun will also have to learn. he can't help those who don't want to help themselves. i can see gihun at first trying to redeem inho, to get him help by appealing to his humanity and this failing. this would confirm to gihun that inho is without "salvation". he's not the devil but he's made so many mistakes, so many bad decisions, that gihun can't help him even he wants to.

[curly-fry-3]

hi! would love you see your take on reader getting trapped in a djinn dream and the dream just being sam and reader in love

love your work!

𖦹Apple Pie Life𖦹

summary𖦹 You get caught by a Djinn and wake up next to Sam

pairing𖦹 Sam Winchester x Reader

word count𖦹 998

notes𖦹 omg this took way longer to write than I'm willing to admit sorry it took so long I hope you like it

This isn't right. it isn't real. Ten minutes ago you were cautiously walking through an abandoned warehouse, searching for a djinn, and now you're waking up in a queen size bed. You had been hunting the monster down with the Winchester brothers. Sam and Dean had been your close friends for as long as you can remember, you stayed with Dean and hunted with him when Sam left for Stanford, and you've helped them save the world way too many times. You were very close to the brothers. You liked to think of Dean as your brother and Sam as…not brother, not friend either–some secret third thing. Ok, sure you totally had the hots for him, but you keep it professional. He does not need to know, if he wanted you he would have told you, and so far you've just heard radio silence.

You try not to think about Sam–if you don't focus on your feelings they'll go away (totally healthy). But you have a hard time not thinking about him right now as you wake up in a bed that's not yours next to, what looks like, his sleeping figure.

That djinn totally got you, but is it really that bad? He looks peaceful for once, And he's lying next to you. In your dream life you're with Sam–you totally should unpack that when you get out of this. But what if real Sam doesn't like you? This Sam likes you. You'll just savor it, enjoy it while you can.

Your train of thought stops when you notice Sam waking up. He stirs and turns towards you, lazily opening his eyes. When his gaze meets yours a slight smile stretches across his face, “morning, beautiful” He reaches towards you and pulls you into his chest–his bare chest (holy moly)–and kisses your hairline.

You look up at him bashfully, “morning”

He pulls away from you slightly and playfully smirks, “You know, I don’t have to go into the firm today…we could just stay in bed as long as we want”

The firm? Oh my god, Sam is a lawyer. That means you don’t hunt. It also means you're rich. you smile in return “that sounds amazing”

he pulls you back into his chest and you melt into his embrace. You feel his chest rumble as he starts talking. “You have no idea how much i've missed you, these long shifts are killing me”

“I'm here now” you respond

He chuckles lightly, “thank god”

You two stay wrapped in eachothers arms, falling in and out of sleep, talking about anything and everything for the next couple hours till Sam lets go of you to go to the bathroom and make some breakfast. You watch his large fame leave the bedroom and that's when you decide to snoop a little. 

Getting up from the bed and putting on some comfy clothes, you notice some framed photos on the wall of you and sam…getting married. Holy shit. Looking at the photos, you notice Dean and Cas there, everyone so happy. God, your dress is beautiful, must've been expensive. You snap out of your shock when you hear Sam call out for you, “hey babe, coffee is ready”

You start heading towards his voice, trying to find the kitchen in this unfamiliar home, “thanks, sammy” You make your way to the open space of the kitchen and take in the decor. 

Sam walks up behind you and hugs you, nuzzling his nose into your neck and hugging your middle. “Mhh…you're warm”

You chuckle lightly, “you're clingy”

“I wasn't lying when I said I missed you…it's not a crime for me to miss my wife”

You blush as he calls you that “I never said it was a bad thing”

He kisses down your neck with a playful smile, “sure” he responds, sarcastically

You turn around in his embrace and wrap your arms around his shoulders, playing with the baby hairs resting on the nape of his neck. Sam tightens his hold on you, hands resting on your lower back. You breathe out of your nose in amusement, “you're always so sassy” 

He shakes his head in fake annoyance and rolls his eyes “so i've been told”

You pull him down and kiss the mole on his cheek, “you said there was coffee” 

He smiles softly and loosens his embrace “on the counter”

“You're an angel” You let go of him and turn around, grabbing your mug. You turn towards Sam and lean your back against the countertop, taking a sip of your drink. You look up at Sam with a smirk over the top of the cup. 

He looks at you with awe, “god you're beautiful…looking at me like that”

You put your drink down on the counter “You're the pretty one. I mean–they way youre looking at me…like I hung the stars in the sky” You argue

 He shrugs “Can you blame me”

You jokingly twirl your hair between your fingers, “I guess not”

He huffs in amusement and steps closer to you, lightly hugging you again. You rest your arms on his chest, lightly pushing him and walking him towards the couch. He sits back down on the couch and you follow him, straddling his lap. His arms move lower, hands resting on your bottom and you nuzzle into him. “I love you” you say into his chest

“I love you more” he responds

“Mhn I don't think that's possible”You disagree

Sam sifts on the couch, moving to get more comfortable, “i'm not so sure about that”

You look up at him, “last I checked, I'm always right”

He shakes his head in resignation, “that you are”

You lay back down on his chest and Sam kisses the top of your head. Sure none of this was real, but you're not gonna pass up this opportunity. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to stay here for the day. You could figure a way out of this later.

sorry if there are typos or anything

@areswasneverhere

[brothersfuck]

hi me again, double dipping in your asks 🚬 would love to hear more about your girl!sam hcs if u have any 🙏 🎀

OHHHMYGOD I've been waiting for someone to ask me this thank you thank you THANK YOU❤️ For these specific hcs, I'll be using cisgender girl!Sam so if that's not up to anyone's liking, you're allowed to click off<3!!

Sam, even as a girl, hated the thought of wearing girlish things when she was younger. Hell, she was surrounded by her overprotective older brother and even more overprotective Dad, it was better for all of them if Sam didn't wear any skirts or crop tops. You know. Because it would be too revealing

And because both John and Dean would never stop thinking about it

The thing is, Sam is in her rebellious teenager phase now. Not that Dean never got to that point where he'd do whatever he wanted and sneaked out late at night, but it was different because Sam was a girl!! Dean reasoned.

(Sam--14, Dean--18) Dean never got to focus in school. Never. Any time John would drop them off in a different part of town and tell the teachers they'll only be here as temporary transfer students plus bullshit excuse, Dean watched Sam saunter off practically vibrating towards any group of nerdy boys who had the same interests as her. She wears her jacket (that was Dean's before) and her too big socks (those were John's before)(even now, they're still laying claim on her)

It gets Dean mad. Logically mad. Like how every brother glares at the boys their sister talks to, or beats them until they get the message, in a logical and normal and not weird at all way.

Dean and John actually agree on some things this time, like how Sam shouldn't even be allowed out of their line of sight, how Sam should never wear skirts (Lest it tempt one of them, or worse, both), how Sam should never grow ever again so they both could keep her under their thumb. Forever.

Sam, of course, the cheeky rat, starts wearing skirts just to piss them both off. She makes it obvious too, actually puts in boys numbers when they ask, bats her eyelashes at any nearby man (hell, sure, she could go for someone older...maybe illegally older? No, scratch that--) and whenever one of them asks if she wants to talk, they do.

She's in knee high socks, cute knitted skirts (even though she hated the feeling, she knew it was to rebel against her brother and her dad), and those sweaters that made her look sweet and delicious and, oh, Sammy.

John doesn't even ward the thoughts away this time when they start trailing off from the happy moments of his wife to bending his little girl over the counter and making her take it rough. Dean doesn't even try to hide the glares he gives to bar men trying to approach or too skinny nerdy boys wanting a hit of the good life. In fact, he starts more bar fights, more just because he can, and more because the cuter Sam got, the worse the feelings deepened.

Come on. John and Dean are fucking suffering here.

Years pass and Sam is finally out of that phase (it lasted maybe a year. Or half a year), she's all quiet now, reading, always trying to focus on actually studying rather than researching for what could kill a supernatural monster number 101 and Dean just knows they're losing Sam, just knows that sooner or later she'll do her own things without even asking for permission or a glance

...so when Dean saw the Stanford acceptance letter, he went to John.

And that's how Sam ended up forcibly doped on pills every day, barely remembering anything except for "must be a good wife for my brother<3 must be a good wife for my dad<3". Dean swore he didn't mean to do it this way, but he's cooing at Sam in sundresses barefoot cleaning around the house that they bought (it wasn't easy when the seller saw Sam tied up in the backseat)

And John won't stop moaning Mary's name whenever he's deep inside his baby daughter

[lulublack90]

Prompt 10 - Thoughtful

@jegulus-microfic February 10, Word count 704

Previous part First part

Regulus took charge. He still had hold of Sirius’s hand and had grabbed James’s on the way out of the come-and-go room. When they got to the unused room Sirius and Remus had stored Snape in, Regulus let them go, immediately drawing his wand and started to take apart the wards that Sirius had put around the room. “They’re too powerful. If anyone comes past, they’ll want to find out why they’re there, and then we’ll be discovered.” He cast a moderate notice me not charm and then thrust his hand in Sirius’s pocket. He grimaced as his hand hit something slimy. He pulled back and found one of Sirius’s garden snails on the back of his hand. He rolled his eyes, plucked the poor thing from his hand and put it in Sirius’s empty one. He waved his wand at Sirius’s pockets and emptied them, floating their contents around him. Apparently, Sirius kept everything but the kitchen sink in his pockets. Regulus was almost certain that Sirius had more joke products in his pockets than Zonko’s even carried, along with six more snails. He found what he was looking for and sent everything else back into Sirius’s pockets. 

Regulus ushered them inside and then set up the dung bombs just inside the notice me not boundary. If anyone took it down, the bombs would go off, and it would look like one of his brother's moronic pranks and assume that was it and there weren’t five students behind the door. 

“What took you so long?” Remus rushed to Sirius’s side, panic etched into his tired face. 

“They wouldn’t get out of bed,” Sirius protested, pulling Remus to him and stroking his back. Remus let out a huff of air, and they all turned their attention back to Snape. 

“What have you tried?” Regulus asked, stepping forward. Remus followed him, calmer now that they were there. 

“I tried Rennervate, but it hasn’t worked so far.” Regulus tried it himself, but Snape didn’t stir, so he cast a diagnostic charm. He and Remus leaned in to study it. 

“Salazar’s balls, it's a brain bleed. Look, it’s right there. It’s tiny, but it’s there.”

“I can do some healing, but I’m not sure if I can fix a brain. They are notoriously difficult,” Remus replied, his brow furrowing as he studied the diagnostic, turning it this way and that. He seemed thoughtful as he dissected the problem. 

“I can, or at least I have practised on smaller animals,” 

“Well, either we try, or we take him to Pomfrey.” Those were the only options. Regulus raked his fingers through his hair. 

“I’ll try, but I will be very honest if I think I am out of my element, and then we’ll only have one option.”

“Pomfrey.” They both nodded and knelt beside the unconscious Snape. 

They spoke to each other, not needing to say the entire sentence to understand what the other was thinking as they prepared Snape for Regulus to heal. 

“It’s a bit weird, right?” Sirius asked behind them. Simultaneously, he and Remus turned their heads and glared at Sirius as he broke their concentration. Sirius squawked at the look they gave him. “Oh, Godric’s sword. I’m shagging my brother,” Regulus whipped his head back in revulsion. “I beg your pardon,” Sirius pointed between the pair of them. “Remus. He’s exactly like you. Of all the men I could have picked. I chose one exactly like my brother!” Regulus was going to kill him. 

“I beg your pardon!” Remus stood and shoved Sirius roughly back into the wall behind him. “Would your brother do this?” He asked, biting into the soft flesh at the juncture of Sirius’s neck and shoulder. Sirius let out a whimper and answered. “No,” When Remus let go, Regulus could make out the crescent-shaped indentations left behind by Remus’s teeth, framing the new bruise he’d sucked into Sirius’s skin. “Remember, I am my own self, Sirius. Do not refer to me as the same as Regulus again,” Remus turned on his heel and rejoined Regulus beside Snape. “Are you ready?” He asked, his eyes flashing that strange molten gold again. 

“Are you?” Regulus drawled back before racing his wand and beginning.

Next part

[promise-keeper-papyrus]

@aikoiya What if all the Main Monsters were placed in prison by the Mayor?

What if Frisk visits them in prison?

What if the Main Monsters finally realize how messed up their actions truly are?

Even though the monsters saw all the footage of Frisk being attacked (and maybe the footage of Asgore attacking the 6 fallen humans), I think they would all still be in denial at how unfairly they treated Frisk or how cold it is to pretend the fallen humans didn't exist, except for maybe Asgore + Toriel + Papyrus.

But I think that Frisk could help them realize.

Frisk: Do you guys seriously STILL not realize that what you did was wrong?

Undyne: Frisk, you're not like the other humans. Of course, we regret attacking you. You're as compassionate and loving as a monster!

Frisk: Well, for a species that's claims to be loving, you guys have pretty low empathy sometimes.

Mettaton: What are you talking about?

Frisk: Doesn't the Mayor wanting to avenge his loved one remind you guys of anyone?

(Frisk gestures to King Asgore...)

Alphys: Uhh, Frisk? No offense, but how is the Mayor and Asgore alike?

(Frisk facepalms grumpily...)

Frisk: Okay guys, why did Asgore declare a second war and attack the previous humans in the first place?

Papyrus: Well, everyone knows that he did it to avenge his so- ... Oh.

Frisk (smiling): See?

Undyne: No way! Comparing Asgore to that insane punk Mayor is like comparing apples to oranges! Asriel died for nothing and for no reason, the previous humans had to die for the greater good of monsterkind!

Frisk: Is that what you're still calling it? Do all of you still believe this? Have any of you learned anything from our friendship?

Mettaton: Well, it's like Undyne said, darling. You're not like other humans, you're a good person.

(Frisk eye twitches...)

Frisk: Okay, let me try something else... You guys all love Papyrus, right?

Frisk: Well, what if Papyrus disappeared? Then many years later, you meet a friendly quirky dragon, then you suddenly found out that this same dragon killed Papyrus and harvested his soul as well as the souls of other monsters to heal his dragon kingdom 'for the great good.' How would you guys feel about that?

Frisk: Wouldn't you feel shocked, betrayed, heartbroken, outraged and desire revenge in all the dragons involved in Papyrus's death?

All Monsters: ...

Frisk: Humans and monsters aren't as different as you guys think. We all have loved ones. And we get hurt when we eventually lose them.

(Frisk notices that Sans never said anything so far...)

Frisk: I'm a bit surprised that you don't have any empathy for the Mayor, Sans. You're a brother too, after all.

Sans: ... The Mayor's bro isn't my bro. I don't hate humans, but I don't care about them either. Papyrus is literally the only one I care about.

Frisk: Well, that's disappointing, but I'm not surprised since disappointing seems to be your specialty.

Frisk: Before I leave, I have one more thing to say. It hurts me when you guys say that you STILL hate or don't care about humans. Because at the end of the day, I'm still one of them. And this human made changes and sacrifices for all of you, despite everything you did to me. Think about that.

All Monsters: ...

What if the mayor of the city near MT Ebott welcomed the monsters with open arms?

But he's the younger brother of the human that fell down before Frisk...

The mayor's older brother was the Justice Soul.

The mayor has a daughter with a soul of patience.

The mayor also has a fondness for cowboys and has a soul of kindness.

The mayor is kinda traumatized by losing his brother.

The mayor ironically became quite close with Asgore (his brother's killer).

When the mayor finds out the truth about what Asgore and the monsters have done.

He feels heartbroken, betrayed and hatred begins to fill his once kind soul.

The monsters were put on trial, but the judge decides that only Asgore, Toriel, Undyne, Alphys, Mettaton, Papyrus, Sans and the Royal Guard (the main monsters that hurt Frisk) should go to prison.

The mayor is outraged that so many other monsters that hurt Frisk and wanted to hurt other humans can be set free.

So, the mayor decides to make the monsters living in his city feel like it's a prison.

It was horrible; despite the rest of the monsters being free to go, many humans glare, insult and even attack them over their past actions inside the mountain.

The mayor's anti-monster propaganda doesn't help.

Even the humans that the monsters befriended don't trust them anymore.

It's gotten so hard to live in the city, that many monsters returned to MT Ebott.

But it wasn't enough for the mayor, he wants them all to disapear from his life forever.

The mayor then discovers a Corrupted Gaster (or evil creature from the void).

The void creature offers to help the mayor create a time machine, to prevent the Justice Human from ever entering the mountain.

The mayor could place giant boulders on both entrances to the mountain, so the beast can rot down there, and future kids will be safe.

The void creature convinces the mayor to kidnap Frisk and place them in a magical coma (Frisk's determination and reset powers are the main power source for the machine).

Flowey tried to protect Frisk, but he got captured as well.

The void creature also convinces the mayor to kidnap monster children (including Monster Kid) to harvest the magic of their souls.

Since monster souls fade away quickly, the monster children will be kept alive and imprisoned until the machine is ready.

The mayor is quite hesitant about doing this part until the creature says: "King Asgore didn't hesitate to harvest your brother's soul, so why should you care what happens to these beasts?"

"What about Frisk?"

"Frisk tried to hide the truth to protect all the monsters... Frisk is just as guilty as they are."

The mayor's soul gets darker.

The mayor's daughter is horrified by what her father is becoming.

The daughter promises Monster Kid that she'll find a way to save everyone.

If she freed all of them now, her father would notice and recapture them.

The daughter only frees Flowey, tells him everything and then they tell the imprisoned main monsters.

The main monsters bust out of jail and become fugitives to save Frisk, despite everything they've been through.

The 'time machine' is actually a giant device that will plunge the world into the void, but the mayor doesn't know this.

Asgore and Toriel try to convince the mayor that revenge will only make things worse.

[crystalpallette]

so I finished side order recently

[jasontoddsno1simp]

If you all are gonna write posts where you condescendingly use other Bats as mouthpieces to own Jason about his beliefs, the least you can do is actually get his motivations correct.

The Joker being alive isn't the only reason why Jason feels unloved post resurrection. If you took a cursory look at the comics instead of being a self righteous loser, you'd know that

[xxplastic-cubexx]

his fuckass loafers im losing it

[raddestrose]

The second prince is legit beefing with a fish and is LOSING real badly

[tenwhiteandalusians]

so no one was going to tell me if i got literally one episode further tenax drops that he’s the one who saved scorpus from his mom’s pimp AND that he’s intimately familiar with scorpus’ dick when he was younger. guys. guys.