#badass chick flick

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started miss congeniality and i didnt know who the cast was so when i saw good ol billiam shatner show up in the opening credits i was like MR SHATNER WHATRE U DOING HEREE?

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Sam has never fully left those rooms. He has grown, versions of him splintering off left to rot in different motels rooms, different states. An 11 year old with shoes too big in Oklahoma, A restless bouncing 5 year old North Carolina with matted curls because a 9 year old forgets to brush his hair at times, too busy memorizing how to properly clean guns instead of the multiplication table.

Sam sees them still, when passing through visited states. Still sees the 14 year old in Maine with growing anger in the shape of his father, too big for his bird bone chest and sunburnt skin. They stare at him like ghosts, always in the corner of molded moth ball smelling rooms. The uncertain 18 year old about to ditch everything, stares at him with disgust. The 16 year old with defiant bangs and ripped up pants screaming insecurities, he stares in awe. While the clingy 12 year with the perfected annoying little brother voice just stares, he has yet to really entertain the idea of Dean. He has yet to see his 16 year old brother as anything other then badass who wears too much cologne, with a snaggle tooth and drawing looks from older ladies with ring tan lines on empty fingers and beer belly sweat smelling men. Dean is badass, he is cool and everything sam can’t seem to be. He has yet to realize, in 2 years his brother will be sun flushed cheeks and chick flick muscles, that he will be the main character in his story and Dean the one he’s after.

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What I think each Yellowjackets character’s Letterboxd top 4 would be

*I’m including movies past the 90s even though some of these characters didn’t live long enough to see them*

Natalie

I think Nat is a huge horror movie fan (specifically 80s slasher and demonic possession) and loves edgy gothic vibes. I also think she would love some artsy indie movies about sex and challenging gender roles (and just some cool action movies with hot badass women).

Honorable mentions go to The Craft and Kill Bill

Misty

We all know Misty is a theater kid. She loves musicals and I think girlie is definitely singing Sweeney Todd and Phantom of the Opera songs to herself 24/7. And I feel like I don’t even need to explain the Steel Magnolias inclusion, she had that monologue memorized like it was imprinted on her soul.

Honorable mentions go to Hairspray and Hamilton

Jackie

I know Jackie loves a good chick flick, particularly those with homoerotic subtexts. I think, if she had gotten to live long enough to start coming to terms with her sexuality, But I’m a Cheerleader would definitely be her gay awakening. And then Bottoms once she’s tip-toed out of the closet a little bit more (RIP Jackie Taylor you would have LOVED Bottoms). And of course, I had to add Beaches because of the “Are you quoting Beaches at me right now?” line, and also because I think Jackie would watch it and shed a secret tear because it makes her think of her and Shauna.

Honorable mentions go to Uptown Girls and Heathers

Van

Van would definitely refuse to watch anything past the 90s. She loves comedy classics and queer staples. I know Van quotes The Godfather in the full Italian accent constantly (especially around Nat to piss her off) and she’s watched The Princess Bride an ungodly amount of times and knows pretty much every line (Buttercup was her queer awakening).

Shauna

Like Jackie, Shauna love movies about intense (homoerotic) friendships. I know she relates to Needy in Jennifer’s Body living in Jennifer’s (Jackie’s) shadow and resenting her for it but also being so obsessed and intertwined with her; and she also just loves the visuals and its satire on female exploitation. Shauna maybe relates to and roots for Pearl a little too much, she loves a movie about a woman desperate for recognition and teetering on the edge of insanity while maintaining a sweet and innocent facade. Also I can see adult Shauna in particular just being charmed by Little Women (partly because of the love triangle but mostly because of the womanhood and female friendship themes).

Honorable mentions go to Juno and Scream

Also side note: I feel like Shauna would love Daria, but it’s a TV show so I didn’t include it.

Laura Lee

Laura Lee loves uplifting and wholesome movies. I can see her shamelessly liking kid’s movies well into adulthood. She likes movies centered around helping people in need like The Rescuers or going through hardship and discovering faith like Soul Surfer. Girl is religious-religious so her favorites are definitely going to be centered around faith and Christianity. But she also just likes a simple feel-good film; the cheesiest, sappiest movies you can imagine.

Lottie

Okay Lottie was hard to pinpoint but I’m pretty sure she would like angsty, artsy shit. Like, in high school, she would pretend to love chick flicks like the rest of her classmates but when she gets home she’s putting on the darkest and most depressing weird girl movie you’ve ever seen. I think she likes Suspiria for the occult themes, the otherworldly feeling of it, and eccentricities of the main character who never knows what’s real and what’s not, which she relates to. I think she likes some mental illness movies like Donnie Darko because of her diagnosis and upbringing and The Virgin Suicides because she’s lonely and feels overly-controlled by her parents. And Amelie because she once again relates to the loneliness and likes that the main character discovers her gift for helping people. I think Lottie would prioritize good cinematography and visuals in movies, too.

I don’t think Lottie would really watch movies as an adult because she would be too busy running a cult and disconnecting from society, which is why these picks are centered around Teen Lottie.

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I couldn’t think of what Tai would like! She is a mystery to me. I can see her maybe liking something like Whiplash because she is super driven and ambitious and kind of tortures herself for success? But idk. Please comment or repost with what you think her’s would be!

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Nancy Wheeler & her lost boys

A stoncy fanfiction

Nancy and Jonathan had been tasked by Joyce to check on the other kids while she took Will to the hospital. Nancy needed to know that her own brother was okay, and Steve, too. . .he needed to know that he wasn't a shitty boyfriend. She should have done it then, but she had been thrown by the gentle way he spoke to her. . .the softness in his voice. He should have been angry. He had every right to be because if it had been the other way around and he had run off with another girl, she would have been hurt, too. She didn't know why, but the soft hurt in his voice made her feel worse about what she had done, and she wished she had handled it better.

"Jonathan?" She asked before they got out of the car.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"I don't want to do anything else until. . .until all three of us talk properly," Nancy said.

"All three of us?" He asked.

"I just need to make sure that he's going to be okay," Nancy said.

"I mean, I don't think it's going to help, but it's your decision," Jonathan said.

Nancy frowned. Maybe he was right. Maybe it would only make things worse, but she had to try. . .and maybe she just didn't want to let Steve go. It was entirely possible that she was being selfish here. It was also possible that she was a freak who wanted them both.

"Let's go," Nancy said.

They walked into Jonathan's house to find Steve and the kids tying up a barely conscious Billy Hargrove in Jonathan's kitchen. Steve looked bloody and beaten.

"What the hell?" Jonathan asked.

"Let's face it, this isn't the craziest thing that happened in your house," Steve said. "Not even tonight, in fact."

"Man's got a point, Jonathan," Dustin said.

Nancy let out a delicious burst of laughter and clapped a hand to her mouth. She moved to Mike and wrapped an arm around him.

"Are you okay?" She asked Mike.

"Yeah, your boyfriend's a badass," Mike said.

"I'm not her boyfriend anymore," Steve said, without looking at them.

He had tried to hide the sadness and longing in the room, but it was clear to everyone in this room. He was trying hard to be okay with it. Nancy swallowed thickly.

"What happened?" Nancy asked.

"It's my fault," a redheaded girl said, and Nancy turned to her. "I'm Max. . .Billy is my stepbrother. . .I wasn't supposed to hang out with Lucas, and he was going to kill us if Steve hadn't stepped in."

Nancy knew that she wasn't exaggerating when she said that, and she knew why Billy didn't want Max around Lucas. The moment that Nancy had seen Billy, had met him at Tina's, she felt there was something off about him. Nancy placed a hand on Max's shoulder.

"This isn't your fault, Max, none of it," Nancy said, looking into her eyes. "Billy had no right to force you to stay away from Lucas when you didn't want to."

"Thanks," Max said softly.

"She's right, and I'd totally be dead if it weren't for you, Max," Steve said. "You saved my life."

"Only because you showed me how. . .when you faced the demodogs by yourself and then moved yourself in front of me. . .I can't remember the last time someone's done that for me," Max said. "Thank you. . .ugh, okay, enough of the chick flick moment. . ."

Nancy noticed that Max had smiled softly at Steve as she moved to talk to Lucas.

"Are you okay?" Jonathan asked Steve.

Nancy looked over at him in surprise. Jonathan generally didn't have a whole lot to say to Steve and usually didn't glance his way, but this time, he was looking straight at Steve. He looked surprised and amazed at the sight of him.

"Uh, yeah, I'll be fine," Steve said. "It's nothing, really. . .he shouldn't have gone after the kids like that. . .I had to do anything to stop him, as long as he wasn't hurting those kids. Rather me than them."

"Steve," Nancy and Jonathan said.

Suddenly, Steve stumbled, his legs almost giving out.

"I'm okay," he said, and then he started to drop.

"Steve!"

Jonathan dove to catch him, and he buckled under Steve’s weight. Luckily, he managed to sit up, holding on tightly to Steve.

"I got a little dizzy. . .little hard to breathe, too," Steve said.

"You need a hospital, man," Jonathan said.

"I can walk it off," Steve scowled.

Jonathan helped him stand up and moved away from him.

"Well, walk it off, then," Jonathan said, and Nancy snickered, as he reminded her strongly of his mother just then.

Steve’s knees buckled again, and before he could fall to the floor, Jonathan wrapped an arm around his waist.

"Asshole," Steve said.

"Takes one to know one," Jonathan said.

Nancy smiled at them for a moment before helping them out the door, ushering the kids with them. Nancy ran back in to leave a note in case Hopper came back. She grabbed a piece of paper and used Billy's forehead to write on. She made sure to punctuate each sentence perfectly and rather aggressively. She grabbed duct tape and taped it his forehead. She might have made it longer than necessary, putting a lot of duct tape in his perfect blond hair. She stared at him and tilted her head to the side. She could do it right here and now. She could grab the shot gun and shoot right between his -

"You're not shooting his dick off Nancy," Jonathan said, suddenly from behind her. "Come on."

"Not even a little?" Nancy asked.

"My family eats in this kitchen. . .I cook in this kitchen, I don't want anything - ,"

Suddenly, the fridge burst open, and a dead rolled up demodog fell out. Nancy and Jonathan hollered.

"What the fuck?!" Nancy exclaimed and put her hand to her chest. "This has Dustin written all over it."

"Definitely," Jonathan said and paused. "The kids need us."

"Right," Nancy said and spat into Billy's hair before they finally walked out towards Jonathan's car.

The kids were all sitting on each other in the back with Mike sitting in Dustin's lap while Lucas sat in Max's. Steve was sitting behind the passenger's seat.

"I wasn't going to be sitting in anyone's lap," Max said when Nancy looked at her.

Jonathan started the car and pulled out of the driveway.

"Are you comfortable, Michael?" Nancy asked with a teasing grin.

"Shut up, Nance," Mike replied with a scowl, and then his face softened. "But yeah."

"How are you doing, Steve?" Nancy asked.

"I'm good," Steve said, and then he paused. "Thank you."

While there was this tense feeling still between them, it definitely felt like it had softened. She just wanted him to be okay. Nancy listened to the kids retelling on the way to the hospital of Steve’s heroics, and she couldn't help but think. . .what if Steve had died? Nancy felt her chest tighten, and she blinked back the tears. She could feel Jonathan's eyes on her, and she turned to him only to find him looking at the road again. He was clutching the steering wheel, and she wondered what he was thinking about. They immediately brought him into the hospital, the kids following behind them like ducklings. Once they handed him off to the doctors, they went with the kids to the waiting room.

"I'm going to go find my mom," Jonathan said. "You'll be okay?"

"Yeah, I can handle the kids," Nancy said in amusement. "You should be worried whether they'll be able to handle me."

Jonathan laughed and looked at her like he wanted to kiss her. He shook his head and left. Nancy moved and sat down next to her brother.

"Are you with Jonathan now?" Mike asked.

"It's complicated," Nancy said and studied Mike's face. "El's going to be alright, Mike. She's really strong and very stubborn."

"I know," Mike said and paused. "Steve’s going to be alright, too."

Mike took her hand and squeezed it tightly.

"Bruised ribs, a concussion, a broken nose, a fractured cheekbone, and the doctor said he's lucky that his jaw isn't broken!" Nancy told Jonathan.

They were in Steve's room now. The doctors were hoping to keep him for a couple of days, but knowing Steve, he was probably going to check himself out by tomorrow.

"Jesus," Jonathan muttered. "Hargrove really did a number on you."

"I'm - ," Steve started to say.

"I swear to God if you say you're okay one more time, I'm going to scream," Nancy said.

"I will be okay," he said.

"I mean, it's a little better but not much," she sniffled.

"You should have seen how scared she was," Steve muttered. "Max. . .like she thought that Billy would actually kill her, and I don't blame her for thinking that. When he was on top of me, before I passed out, you should have seen the look in his eyes. . .he was going to kill me, and he would enjoy doing it too. . .I felt how much he enjoyed it."

A few tears slipped from Steve's eyes. He had come really close to death underneath Hargrove's hands, and it had scared the shit out of him. It scared Nancy, too. She was about to move towards Steve when Jonathan suddenly took his hand.

"I'm sorry," Jonathan said.

"It's not like you did it," Steve said.

"Didn't I?" Jonathan asked.

"You weren't nearly as bad as Hargrove. Besides, I provoked you. . .I wanted you to hit me," Steve said.

"Why?" Jonathan asked.

"Because I - because I was hurting. . .when you walk in on your dad cheating on your mom so many times, it kind of makes you not trust people romantically. . .it's why I never got close to people like I did with Nancy. I always swore I would never put myself in that situation where I got hurt like that, so I always made it clear that I wasn't looking for anything serious, but then Nancy Wheeler came along and changed my plans," Steve said. "I wanted to feel as bad on the outside as I did on the outside."

"I'm sorry," Nancy said.

"Don't be. . .it was totally worth it," Steve said. "I'd do it all again except for one thing. . .I'd check on Barb."

"It wasn't your fault," Nancy said.

"Maybe not, but it was my responsibility as the host," Steve said. "It wasn't your fault either, Nancy. None of it. . .I know if you could have found a way to handle it better, you would have. You'd never intentionally hurt me. I can never believe you would, and it doesn't mean that I'm like my mother. You're certainly nothing like my father, who goes out of his way to hurt her."

"Damn it," Jonathan cursed.

"What?" He asked.

"Why did you have to go and prove me wrong?" Jonathan asked.

"About what?" Steve asked.

"Steve Harrington is a good man, with good hair. It seems impossible to be both," Jonathan said, and Steve laughed.

Nancy smiled at them both and at the sight of Jonathan still holding Steve’s hand. Goddamnit, she loved them both.

"You know, you two are a lot more like each other than you think," Nancy said.

"And how is that?" Jonathan asked.

"Both have asshole fathers, both mama's boys, and if Dustin has his way, he's going to end up with Steve wrapped around his finger just like Will with Jonathan," Nancy teased.

"Well, Dustin's super obnoxious, but. . .he's also a great kid," Steve shrugged.

"And I'll doubt you will be able to say no to him just like Jonathan can't say no to Will," Nancy continued to tease.

"Hey, I say no to Will all the time," Jonathan said.

"Yeah, but do you ever follow through?" She asked. "You might want to take a page out of my book."

She was pleased when Steve laughed at that.

"You know, I always wanted a little brother," Steve said softly. "Partially, because I didn't want to be left alone but also because it would be nice to have someone to share things with. . .like basketball or comic books. . ."

"You know, whenever I take a picture, I always think that people are saying what they're really thinking, but I never look any deeper than that. Sometimes, a picture is just a picture, and there's more to people than what a single image tells me. I just thought, with your image. . .it was telling me exactly who I thought you were," Jonathan said. "And I've never been more glad to be wrong in my entire life. . .Holy shit, Steve Harrington is not just a jock but he's also a nerd."

"I am not a nerd," Steve laughed.

"You read comic books!" Jonathan laughed.

"Doesn't everyone?" Steve asked.

"No!" Jonathan exclaimed.

"Okay, so I'm a nerd," Steve grinned. "Sue me."

"And I'll take you for everything that you're worth," Jonathan said, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

Nancy smiled at the two men, their hands still interlocked. With the way that Jonathan was looking at him, she was wondering if he was starting to see what she had always seen in Steve: a lost boy trying to find his way in this world. Nancy wondered if that made her Peter Pan because, in some ways, Jonathan was also a lost boy. Nancy quickly mentioned something about getting some snacks and slipped out of the room to give them time to talk. She was moving down the hallway when she heard Jonathan and turned around.

"You still love him," Jonathan said, breathing heavily.

"What?" Nancy asked.

"I mean, I know you said that when he asked, and you couldn't tell him. . .maybe that doesn't mean that you don't," Jonathan said. "I've seen you tonight. . .you're terrified of losing him like that. . .at all. Maybe in some ways, you think that pushing him away might just save him. I know it probably won't be long before you do the same with me."

"Jonathan. . .," Nancy said.

"If there's all one thing that we all have in common, it's that when we're hurting the most, we push people away, especially when we know that's when we need them," Jonathan said. "I don't want to do that."

"Me neither," Nancy said.

"If you want Steve, then I think we can work something out," Jonathan said. "Just. . .be honest."

"Okay. . ."

A week later. . .

"THIS IS SUCH BULLSHIT!" Nancy and Mike yelled.

Nancy was glad to have her brother on her side for this one. They were in the Byers' kitchen talking to Hopper and Joyce.

"My hands are tied," Hopper said.

"So, Hargrove gets to walk around like he did nothing wrong?" Nancy asked.

"He's seen too much," Hopper said. "We can't be raising any questions right now."

"He also nearly killed Steve. Just one punch away from having Steve’s own nose stab his brains," Nancy said.

"He slammed Lucas into the wall, and he nearly ran us over with his car!" Mike yelled. "He's a psychopath!"

"And a psychopath who's seen what happened in this house! We can't have any other cop asking him questions, and right now, we don't have the resources to just make him disappear with his father asking questions himself. Right now, he can claim that he was defending his stepsister, and you know they'll believe him," Hopper said.

"Of course, you're not going to do anything," Nancy spat.

"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Hopper asked, slamming his hands down on the table.

"I'm talking about Barb!" Nancy screamed. "Nothing! Nothing was done about her. . .all people could say was that she ran away! All I heard from people like Carol Perkins was that it was my fault! That Barb was tired of my bullshit and that she couldn't stand it anymore! Every time I went over to Barb's parents, all I could see was them wondering what they did wrong. . .waiting by the phone and hoping she'd call, but she never would! She NEVER would! Steve was there. . .he was the only one there, and eventually Jonathan was there, too, but it wasn't enough! And you weren't there at all! Where were you?"

Hopper stood up, scraping the chair back. He moved towards Nancy and hugged her tightly, cradling the back of her head. When did she start crying?

"I'm sorry, kid," Hopper said.

"I had to do something. I couldn't wait around anymore," Nancy sniffled. "I didn't mean to make it harder for us, especially for El."

"I should have tried harder to be there for you and for Barb," Hopper sighed.

"You did so much already, helping all of us, this town and Jonathan's family," Nancy said. "You're only one person. . .of course, you can't be there all the time. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that you didn't do enough."

"You need to remember that, too. You can't do everything either. Not everything is your fault or your responsibility," Hopper said. "You need to forgive yourself, kid. It's going to swallow you up until you forget how to live completely."

"I don't know how," she sobbed.

"It takes time, kid," Hopper said. "Just a hell of a lot of time."

"I'm pretty sure that killing Hargrove might make me feel better," Nancy said, and Hopper laughed.

"No, it won't," he replied and squeezed her tightly.

"You and Jonathan. . .he wouldn't let me shoot Hargrove's dick off. . .I don't know, something about how he cooks in here," Nancy rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, no, it definitely wouldn't have been sanitary," Joyce agreed with a laugh.

"So, there's nothing that we can do?" Nancy asked.

"He's not stupid enough to step out of line, and he knows that we're all watching him. For now, that's the only thing that we can do," Hopper said. "The minute that he messes up again. . .I'm there, kid, I swear it."

He couldn't make promises like that, especially in the town that they lived in, but Nancy knew that Hopper would do everything in his power to try to make it happen. Nancy frowned as Max popped into her head. What would happen to her? She knew she looked up to Steve like a brother now, but what about having a big sister? Well, Nancy might not be able to do anything about Hargrove, but she did have the ability to make sure that Max didn't spend a whole lot of time in that house. She hoped that Mike wouldn't mind having Max sleep over occasionally.

"I need to shoot something," she muttered.

"You and me both. How about I take you to the shooting range and we take our anger out on some posters instead of people?" Hopper asked.

"I'd like that," Nancy said. "I'm going to head back. Leave you guys to it. Sorry, Joyce."

"You have nothing to apologize for, sweetheart," Joyce said and hugged her.

Nancy turned to head back to Jonathan's bedroom with Mike but was stopped by Hopper.

"Hey, I know how hard it is for you. . .to go through all of that, and I just want you to know that I'm proud of you. You took a big risk going after the lab like but I admire your strength and loyalty to do that for your friend. It took guts, kid," Hopper said, and she smiled at him. "Hell, I'm proud of you for being able to put up with Murray for that long."

Nancy laughed and ushered Mike back to Jonathan's room, where they were all hanging out. Jonathan was sitting on his bed, his back to the wall, with Steve leaning against him while Jonathan had his arm around his shoulders. His other hand was playing with Steve’s hair while Steve read a comic book. Dustin, Lucas, Max, Will, and El were sprawled out on the floor. It took some encouragement, but Nancy got El to talk to Max. Now, Max was showing both El and Will Wonder Woman comics. Lucas and Dustin were both trying to pretend like they weren't interested as well. Idiots, she thought affectionately.

"We heard you yelling," Steve said. "Everything okay?"

It was a little hard to talk with his nose broken and cheekbone fractured, but Nancy could understand him perfectly. She raised the comic book and kissed Steve carefully behind before kissing Jonathan.

"I love you," Nancy said to both of them.

"We love you, too," they said.

"I'll tell you about it later," Nancy replied.

"Nancy's not fooling anyone with that comic book!" Dustin teased.

"Shut up, Dustin!" Steve yelled, and he groaned.

Though he was healing, Steve was still in a lot of pain, despite how hard he tried to hide it. Nancy and Jonathan were also worried about his hearing. He was definitely having trouble on his left side. Nancy turned up the music so the kids wouldn't hear their conversation.

"Okay, so, Jonathan and I had thought that we might see if Eddie Munson has some special k for you tomorrow," Nancy said.

"I had thought about getting you weed, but Nancy pointed out that you probably won't be able to smoke with your injuries," Jonathan said.

"You don't have to do that," he said.

"Nonsense," Nancy said.

"We want to," Jonathan said.

He stroked Steve’s hair before leaning down to kiss him carefully with Nancy and the comic book in front of them.

"Let us do this for you, Steve," Nancy said.

"It's pointless arguing with you," he muttered. "Okay. . ."

The next day, they left Will and Steve in the very capable hands of Joyce, who promised to look after their boy while they did what they needed to. It didn't take them long to pull into Forest Hills trailer park, and it didn't take them long for them to find his trailer either. They all knew what his van looked like.

"Are we sure about this?" Jonathan asked.

"It's fine. You said that he just started selling, right?" Nancy asked.

"Sometime around the end of last year when his house burned down and he had to officially move in with his uncle," Jonathan said.

"You said that he stood up for Will and that he took a baseball to the stomach for him," Nancy pointed out.

"Well, I also heard he shot a cop," Jonathan said.

"Jonathan James Byers - " Nancy said

"Actually, that's Will's middle name," Jonathan said.

"I didn't think you were one for listening to rumors. I heard he saved the cop's life, and I'm choosing to believe that," Nancy said and he gave her a look. "It's alright, Jonathan, I've never bought drugs before either. Let's do this for Steve."

They got out of Jonathan's car and walked up to the front door of the trailer. Nancy had just raised her fist to knock when the door suddenly burst open. Eddie nearly collided with them.

"Jesus H Christ!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Sorry," Nancy said. "I was just about to knock."

"Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers, to what do I owe the very frightening pleasure?" Eddie asked, his hand to his chest.

"Uh, well, I wasn't sure how to do this, and it seemed weird to do it over the phone," Nancy said.

"Sex or drugs?" Eddie asked with a grin.

"Drugs, definitely drugs," Nancy said quickly.

"Come on in to Castle Munson. . .sorry, the maid's on vacation," Eddie grinned and stepped aside to let them in.

"Do you really have sex for money?" Jonathan asked.

"Only when I'm really desperate," Eddie said, throwing his arms around them. "And let me tell you a secret. . .I'm always desperate. To be honest, I only did it twice. My uncle wasn't too keen on finding out his precious baby boy was a. . ."

"A whore?" Nancy asked in amusement.

"Nancy Wheeler telling it exactly how it is," Eddie cackled and moved out from between them. "I'm not ashamed, though."

"Nor should you be. It's a profitable business," Nancy said. "I mean, I like sex. . .but I wouldn't do that myself, but if you can do it. . .why shouldn't you? Especially if you're careful about it."

"Everything else in this world has a price tag," Jonathan agreed.

"Hm, so, what do you guys need?" Eddie asked with a grin. "I've already given you a discount because I'm apparently that easy and flattery gets me everywhere."

"Did you like it?" Jonathan asked.

"Oh? Whoring myself out? Definitely, especially knowing that these people who claimed to hate me suddenly seemed so desperate for me to do whatever I want to them, and they'd give whatever they want to have me," Eddie grinned. "It was a definite turn on and a power trip."

"Right," Nancy said, grinning. "I'm sure it was."

"What's even funnier was when my uncle found out about it," Eddie cackled and then lowered his voice, giving it a country accent. "You were a toddler five seconds ago, Eddie. . .but you didn't come here for my life story."

"No, we didn't," Nancy replied.

"So, you guys looking for weed?" Eddie asked.

"We were hoping for something stronger and something you can't smoke," Nancy said.

"Look, I don't sell special k, but I know who does," Eddie said and smiled wicked. "What kind of party are you having?"

"It's not a party. It's for our boyfriend," Jonathan snapped impatiently, and then his face softened. "I mean, her boyfriend. It's for her boyfriend."

Nancy stared at Eddie, who studied Jonathan, and then looked at her. He grinned, shaking her head.

"You know, I have this condition sometimes where I go deaf randomly," Eddie said. "It's usually temporary."

Nancy smiled softly, feeling relieved for all three of them.

"Thanks," Nancy said.

"So, you're dating Steve Harrington, am I right?" Eddie asked pointedly to Nancy. "How bad is it that he can't come himself?"

"Bruised ribs, a concussion, a broken nose, and a fractured cheekbone," Nancy replied.

"Car accident?" He asked.

"Billy Hargrove," Nancy scoffed.

"He was being a racist asshole and was about to pummel a kid before moving onto his own stepsister if Steve hadn't stepped in," Jonathan scowled. "Hargrove nearly killed him."

"Well, hell, Rick might just give it to you for free for that one. Nothing he hates more than racists," Eddie said. "And he hates both Hargroves. Come on, I'll drive you over to Rick's."

"I told you. He's nice, and he doesn't bite at all," Nancy said to Jonathan.

"Well, not unless you ask me to," Eddie said wiggling his eyebrows.

Reefer Rick was a surprisingly nice guy, and Nancy had to really twist his arm to give him something for the drugs. Rick just laughed at her before finally taking Steve’s money. Nancy and Jonathan thanked them both profusely before heading back to Jonathan's house. When they arrived, Steve was lying in Jonathan's bed, groaning and shifting uncomfortably as he tried to breathe. Joyce was trying to comfort him while Will was peering over his mother's shoulder.

"Hey, Steve," Nancy said, running her fingers through his hair. "Got something that will make you feel better. You ready?"

"You still want to do this?" Jonathan asked.

Steve looked at him, smiling at him.

"Give it to me," Steve said.

"He sneezed earlier," Will said. "It looked painful."

"It fucking hurt," Steve gasped.

"We're here," Nancy whispered soothingly.

As Nancy stroked his hair, Jonathan did the same while Joyce administered the drug to Steve with instructions from Jonathan.

"Totally worth it," Steve whispered. "I'd do it again."

Nancy smiled as Jonathan pressed a kiss into Steve’s hair. Jonathan and Nancy knew what it meant to put yourself on the line to do whatever it took to protect your sibling. . .and their friends. Now, Steve knew what it was like, too, and that no matter how much they wanted him to be okay, he would do the same for the kids. . .he did do the same. They'd all take care of each other afterward.

"What is your middle name?" Nancy asked Jonathan, and Will giggled as Jonathan groaned.

"What? I was hopped up on drugs, absolutely smitten with my baby boy, and I just happened to be a fan of the Beach Boys," Joyce said.

"Okay, now I'm curious," Steve said.

"It's Love. . .Jonathan Love Byers," he sighed.

"I love it," Nancy said, and then she burst out laughing with Steve. "No, seriously, I do. . .I didn't mean to make a pun."

"I hate you," Jonathan said, but he was smiling so much his dimples were showing.

Nancy knew that they'd get through this together. . .all of it, and she determined to help Steve with his healing process. Looking at Jonathan, she knew he was, too.

A few months later. . .

Nancy's eyes fluttered open, and she smiled at the sunlight peaking through her bedroom curtains. She sighed and turned over onto her side to find Steve staring softly down at Jonathan. Steve was propped up on his elbow. Jonathan was wedged between them, sleeping peacefully with a smile on his face. Jonathan's eyes opened, and he smiled at Steve, still looking rather sleepy.

"Hey, there's our shutterbug," Steve said, rubbing his chest.

"I hate it when you call me that," Jonathan groaned.

"No, you don't," Steve said in amusement.

Nancy laughed and placed a kiss on Jonathan's bare shoulder. He turned over and buried himself into Steve’s arms, kissing him. She loved seeing them kiss first thing in the morning, especially knowing that they were completely naked under there. Was it brave or stupid to do it in the house? Maybe. . .but life was short, and she didn't want to waste any time on doubts or second guesses. This is what she wanted. Jonathan turned over and let Nancy pull him into her arms to kiss him. Jonathan collapsed back onto the pillow with a happy sigh.

"I had a dream last night," Jonathan said.

"A good one or a bad one?" Nancy asked.

"Not bad. . .it was interesting," Jonathan said.

"Tell us about it," Steve said.

"Well, we were all in Neverland. Nancy was Peter Pan, and the both of us were her lost boys. We had adventures. . .there were mermaids. . .Mike was Tinkerbell for some reason," Jonathan laughed, and Nancy giggled. "Captain Hook was Hargrove. Instead of a crocodile swimming after him, it was a demogorgon. You, Steve, and I we kept getting lost. . .separated from each other."

"Well, we'll always find our way back to each other," Nancy said. "After all, the world is made up of faith, trust, and pixie dust."

"Faith, trust, and pixie dust," Steve muttered, and then he smiled. "This is what happens when you read us Peter Pan before bed."

"Peter Pan and Wendy," Nancy corrected.

"I feel like it should be Wendy and Peter Pan," Jonathan said.

"It does sound better," Steve agreed.

TAPTAPTAP! The three of them jumped when there came a knocking on Nancy's bedroom door, and then the doorknob tried to turn. Luckily, Nancy thought to lock it.

"Nancy?" Karen's voice floated through through the door. "Are you up?"

"I'm up, just a minute, mom!" Nancy yelled.

Steve and Jonathan quickly rolled out of bed, moving just as fast to get dressed.

"Breakfast is ready downstairs," Karen said.

"Okay, I'll be down there in a minute!" Nancy huffed, rolling her eyes.

"Why is this door locked?" Karen asked.

"Because I'm naked!" Nancy screamed.

It was true. She was completely naked. Nancy glared at her snickering boyfriends who were currently trying to put on each other's shoes. They quickly switched, diverting their eyes away from Nancy's wrath.

"Why are you naked?" Karen asked. "Is something wrong?"

"No, mom! I was going to take a shower but I forgot my clothes! Can I have some privacy?!" She yelled. "I will be down in a minute!"

When she heard her mother try to unlock the door from the outside, Nancy quickly shoved a chair underneath the doorknob and threw on a robe. She shoved Jonathan and Steve towards the window. She opened the window and motioned for them to use it.

"We'll miss you," Steve said teasingly.

"You will see me this afternoon when you guys drop Max, Dustin, and Will off for the sleepover," Nancy said.

She kissed both of them and watched as Steve went down first, then Jonathan. Steve was on the ground when Jonathan slipped and fell right into Steve’s arms. Cradling him, Steve grinned and kissed him soundly before spinning them around. Nancy giggled at the sight of them. Steve placed Jonathan on the ground, and he grabbed Steve’s hand, dragging him off towards Steve’s car. Steve gave Nancy a goofy wave as they disappeared from sight. Nancy moved back into her room and moved the chair from her door. Karen burst through it, looking confused.

"What on earth is going on in here?" Karen asked.

"I was masturbating. . .are you happy? I know I am," she said.

Her mother meant well, but she could be quite nosy when she felt her children were hiding something. . .which Nancy was. Jonathan wasn't quite ready to disclose their relationship to her parents, and quite frankly, neither was Nancy. They were getting there, though. . .if her mother would just stop trying to invade her privacy.

"Nancy!" Karen exclaimed, appalled.

"What?" Nancy asked. "You broke into my room, mother, and it doesn't seem like this is the first time. What's the point of me having a lock on my door if you're just going to break my trust? If anyone deserves to be pissed here. . .it's me!"

"You and your brother are keeping something from us. . .you have been ever since. . .well, Barb, and it feels like something we both should be well aware of. I am sick and tired of being kept in the dark!" Karen exclaimed.

And with that look, Nancy knew that her door was going to be taken off its hinges. She watched her mother march downstairs. Nancy wasn't too worried about that. She threw herself onto her bed, thinking about her lost boys. She took a deep breath and then a few more, reminding herself that she needed to trust herself, too. She was alive, breathing, and they weren't in any immediate danger. Nancy Wheeler was enjoying herself, and there wasn't anything wrong with that. . .she was still here. No one was going to die because she decided to worry about things later.

"Faith, trust, and pixie dust," Nancy smiled and then she laughed. "Totally worth it. . ."

[inell]

Writing Meme - 1,2,3,4,5

I was tagged by several people, most recently @exhuastedpigeon

Rules: give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words (feel free to interpret however you would like; if not on AO3, can be on tumblr or FFN!).

most hits Bliss Hermione/Multiple. Adult. 240,193 hits

second most kudos Operation: Chick Flick Sterek. Teen. Kudos: 2857

third most comments Badass Supernatural Immortals 2: Return to Beacon Hills Stiles poly fic. Teen. Comment threads: 159

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fifth most words Badass Supernatural Immortals 3: Rise of the Guardians Stiles poly. Teen. Word count: 115,424

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[abouquetofrandomthoughts]

I just watched Gunpowder Milkshake (which is an action movie, BTW), but the main characters are women and there's some kind of emotion involved, so I guess by my tentative definition, it's a chick flick.

Tonight, I asked my husband to define what a chick flick was. Eventually, he came up with: a movie whose audience is overwhelmingly female.

I'm genuinely curious what other people's definitions of "chick flick" is. I don't have a good one, personally. Because they pretty much seem to be "there's a woman in a lead role and there's some kind of emotion involved".

[ironworked]

SPN 12.06

After the cold open and the title, we catch up with Jody as she's about to settle down to watch some tv... until Dean and Sam interrupt. From Jody's shocked face after Dean tells her he killed Hitler, we cut to:

Dean: Jody, you watching some kind of chick flick here? Jody: Well, Dean. I’m a chick. D: No. No, no. You’re– you’re a badass sheriff chick. You’re not a-a rom com chick. Wait, are you a rom com chick? J: Are you? Sam: He’s more of a, uh… animated Japanese erotica chick. J: Really?

But here's the thing - wait, hold on, look at these first:

They're finishing their food. Someone is leaning forward, towards the tv. That someone also holds the remote, and keeps looking at the tv.

That someone is not Jody.

...

Then they go to Asa's wake, meet his mother. Dean and Jody have the same reaction:

Next bit I want to highlight is this:

D: He died on the job. No better way to go. S: You really believe that? D: Yeah. What, you don’t? I mean, come on, Sam, it's not like we're in the “live till you're 90, die in your sleep” business. This? This only ends one way.

GODFUCKINGDAMMIT

Aaanyway. We meet the Banes twins and I'm just going to say what we all say: love them, wanted more of them.

After that, Mary arrives and we get this after a start to the conversation where it's clear that Dean still isn't okay with Mary leaving BUT I think this is why:

D: So you’ll text us once a week, maybe, but you’ll drive all the way to Canada to see some dead guy? Well, that’s awesome. I’m gonna get some air. Mary: Dean, wait…

No wonder Dean had a soft spot for Crowley! he left him multiple voicemails when they were living together. Sharing a room, even! People in Dean's life don't just leave, they also tend to be terrible at keeping in touch!

I LOVE this scene between Dean and Jody:

Meanwhile, Sam is being surprisingly insightful in his conversation with Mary.

S: [Dean]'s just scared we're gonna lose you again, that – that because we're hunters, you're gonna walk away. But I know that’s not true. Even looking at these… I mean, you saved Asa in 1980, after Dean was born. After everyone thought you quit hunting. Seems like you couldn’t stop then, and… I’m guessing you can’t stop now, either. This job, this life, is crazy and insane. But it’s in our blood.

Tell me that is not the face of someone who's been 'caught':

'tying up loose ends', my ass. I think that's what she told herself, and what part of her wanted to do. But I don't think she would've ever stopped hunting completely.

And the last bit:

D: Go away. Billie: You’re not the boss of me.

If they were intent on Dean dying, this should've been foreshadowing for the after. Dean always had a connection with Death (capital D) and reapers, and it's a waste that they didn't end up doing anything with it. Also it would have matched the 'glow-ups' of Jack, Cas, and Rowena.

[rpking99]

Zone-TV New Emplyee

OPEN RP

"So.... this is fucking amazing." Zone-Tan of Zone-TV grumbled as she sat at her news desk, leaning against her own hand as she looked down at your job application. Her eyes glancing between the paper and your muse, flicking between the two every now and again, her tone... far from pleased.

Zone-TV was in need of new blood, and the dickheads up top demanded SHE be the one to select the new tallent. She had no idea why they thought that shit idea was the way to go, but she didn't care. What she cared about was how every fucking dingbat who came through this audition seemed to be a limpdick dumbass! Luckily, your muse was possibly the most impressed she'd been all day

"Okay bud, I'm gonna be honest with you." she spoke, not looking down from the papers "Your job is to dick down women on command.... unless you're a chick, then use fingers or some shit. Not be some 'super powerful awesome badass alpha all the girls bow down to', you're the dick needed for the videos. So... what do you bring to the table?" she asked, raising an eyebrow "And don't bring the super macho 'all the women love my mega hog' bullshit energy. I mean, do ya have tentacles? The stamina to handle multiple takes? Lots of weird kinks we can have fun with? Gotta give me something, Pal."

As she spoke, she extended her leg out. Letting her foot brush against your muses thigh as she smirked

"If you impress me, I might just make working for me worth your wild~." she winked "I've needed a new 'seat' for while I record videos, and your face is cute." she winked

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

The Circle of Truth

Not Natural ✨ The Devil's Trap ✨ Holy Water ✨ The Demon's Altar ✨ Midnight Meeting ✨ The Hunter's Trap ✨ Sharp Secrets and Bloody Blades ✨ A Hunter's Beast Tamed ✨ No Chick Flick Moments ✨ Witches, Bitches, and Beasts ✨ Cursed or Not ✨ Poison Lips and True Love's Kiss ✨ Swallowing Hard Truths ✨ Salt and Burn ✨ Five More Minutes ✨ A Hell of an Identity Crisis ✨ Spilling Tea and Baring Teeth ✨ How to Break a Devil ✨ How to Upset Mother Earth

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: SPN inspired, ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats), demon Kells, hunter Dom, magic, another SPN character surprise, getting caught, fighting, secrets revealed, mentions of sex, mentions of blood drinking, mentions of death, mentions of curses, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of past relationships, mentions of mpreg, jokes, teasing, insults, attempting to choke an immortal, angry boys, terrified boys, definitely not cuddling, boys no longer secretly in love ⚰️ rating: mature

The night air felt thick enough to choke on- or maybe Kells was just feeling too much and his lover had played with the collar around his neck all day. He'd kept it taut while the devil tried to teach him how to shoot though he realized quickly his Hunter didn't need any training. The boy was a badass, he just didn't prefer a gun. He'd yanked on it when their lesson eventually got them too worked up and he rode his alpha to the ground. At one point he even wrapped the chain around Col's wrists to prove how much the beast trusted him. At dinner he'd taken to pranking, he'd choke Keliphos as he moved to eat and somehow even that devolved and he slid under the table once the witch was gone to bury his face between Dom's thighs and suck his spend from inside him. It had been a long glorious day of bruised throats and straining cocks but eventually the human passed out and the nephalem ignored all he'd learned to instead act on his own in secret.

He wasn't actually doing anything he wouldn't tell his omega about, he just didn't want to cause a fuss. If his plan turned out helpful he'd tell him automatically but if nothing turned out he didn't want to get anyone worked up or upset. It didn't take him long to search out a circle of the flowers he needed in the witch's garden. It was so perfectly grown he knew what it was made for- exactly what he was about to use it for. The scent of the yellow flowers was almost too intense but it probably just felt that way because the smell was thick in hell. It clung to the crossroads demons who moved between realms and grew in the places they were called to most. It felt cloying but he kept going, moving through the motions to summon his friend.

"Oh Kells, it's been a wee time! You could have at least stopped home to check in." Her accent was as thick as her long red hair and it warmed his heart to hear she didn't seem upset. In all technicalities she was his boss and he hadn't been doing shit for hell. "Well don't you look lovely. Would it be bold of me to ask if ya found something to keep you away?" She purred, her soft fox shaped eyes taking him in under the moonlight.

Keliphos grinned, stepping further into the circle to give her a quick hug. Once upon a time or two they'd been very close- it was hard to deny a beautiful woman with a dancer's body and enough power to make you melt- literally, but thankfully not to anyone she liked. Since taking over hell she was even stronger and more sure in herself. Normally he'd be giving her a good grope and stare, especially in the little red silk Xena dress she wore but not anymore. He gave her a chaste snuggle and a kiss on her cheek before stepping back and smiling stupid wide. He didn't mean to grin like a loon but he was realizing how badly he'd been looking forward to telling her. Maybe he did have a few people he called family already.

"I did. Row, I can't even explain. He's- fuck he's perfect. A stubborn asshole but… You'll love him. He's so great you won't even care he's a human Hunter." He joked.

Rowena rolled her eyes and she could do it better than anyone, to the point that it always made him laugh. "A Hunter? I suppose the brutes can be lovely boys but I wouldn't have thought you'd fall for one. Honestly I didn't believe you could settle down at all. The sirens and succubi will be so disappointed." She purred a playful tease and he chuckled. "So tell me of this perfect Hunter I'll love, what's his name?"

The devil paused, his gaze flicking away a moment as he tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. He was surprised at himself, he trusted Row more than most but part of him wanted to keep Dom all for himself.

"Oh my, you're truly head over heels I see. You don't have to tell me but whatever did you call me for? Did you miss me?" She soothed, her lips curling up at the corner.

"I always miss you, my Queen." He winked back exaggeratedly before taking a breath. He trusted her and they'd probably need her help in the long run. Astaroth was one of those demons that mostly stayed in hell. Fucking weirdo. "His name is Dom. Dominic- but Dom." He knew she would recognize the name, most of hell knew of the fucker's penchant for stealing boys but everyone knew about the one that got away.

With that new knowledge Rowena looked around, seemingly realizing where she was. "Keliphos dear, what have you found your way into?" She worried for him.

"A family." A new voice made them both look to the house where Tom was stalking closer. "Rowena." He gave a polite greeting, nodding his head to her once as he joined them in the circle and smacked the nephalem on the back of his head.

"Shit! Fuck you, you're not my real dad." The devil teased, crossing his arms and faking a pout. He was actually quite nervous, he'd just summoned the queen of hell on fucking Gaia's property without permission but when the two witches hugged he took a breath.

The look Tom gave the brat was something between shocked and annoyed but he seemed to be playing so he let it go. "Would you like to explain what's going on?" He asked.

Keliphos felt something he never had before- he'd spent centuries tortured by his own father but nothing Astaroth had ever done truly chilled him to his core like being leveled a possibly disappointed glare from someone he'd called parent. "I um- I just wanted to ask her about mom for you." He muttered, sighing deep and pushing the leaves around on the ground with his foot.

"Mum? Who- what's going on here boys?" The queen asked, she'd been friends with them both for a long time but never thought they'd cross paths or have a goal in common.

"One of Astaroth's victims. You know he's my father Row, Tom knows too don't worry. We think he still has one of them. An angel? Ramiel? Do you know of him holding anyone down there?" Kells asked hopefully- so hopefully that he could feel nerves in his belly. A soft touch brushed his shoulder and he caught Tom dropping his hand when he looked over. Has he been trying to comfort him?

Rowena tilted her head, watching the two ancient beings together. There was a connection there she didn't understand but it wasn't her place to push. "I don't believe so but you know I don't like going anywhere near him." She explained, shaking her head. Astaroth had tried to make her one of his baby mothers as well but Kells had warned him off. She still believed that was part of the main reason the demon had bed her, his father wouldn't normally touch what he had. Though of course she could have protected herself. "I'll ask around though, check myself if I have to. If this angel is important to you both I want to help." She explained, smiling between them. "Now with that settled, tell me of this boy. It's not yours, is it Tom dear?"

Tom cleared his throat, giving a subtle shake of his head before answering. It was enough of an exchange that Kells narrowed his eyes but he wanted to trust the man he called Mitéra once. "He is the Hunter I took in, yes. I'm trying to keep him out of this as much as possible."

"Yeah and I'm getting well tired of it from boff you arseholes." Both Tom and Kells cringed at the human's voice and they shared a worried look before glancing behind them to find Dom standing there glaring at them. The kid was barely dressed, a pair of black briefs and open unlaced combat boots was all that protected him from the outside but the devil knew it was far more than he'd worn to bed. "'Ave ya jus' missed all the times I've bloody explained? Can ya not feel the bruises round ya neck from already being in trouble today? And you! Stop treating me like a child! I was already grown when we met, you can't fucking keep me out of shite." He growled at the witch next before pushing past both of them to greet Rowena.

"Hello love, you must be Dom. You have a little-" Row purred before licking her thumb and tracing his bottom lip. It came away red and Kells knew it was left over from when he fed the boy but when she sucked it clean he got nervous. "Oh my, quite the appetite I see. No matter, perfectly normal under the circumstances. No surprise you wish to keep him from the fight Tom dear, how long?"

The words were out before the hidden goddess could stop her but the mated pair just looked between them confused. "They've been together a little over a month." He tried to answer carefully, seeing what the Queen could feel out with her magic. He could find out a lot himself but his power was more focused on the earth. Rowena was better at feeling out people.

"Wha's tha' matter? Wha's going on? Ain't you 'ere about Ramiel?" Dom was still half asleep and easily grumpy. He didn't like being woken up because his boyfriend disappeared from his bed. He just wanted to curl up and get more sleep but no, of course not.

"You know of the curses?" Tom asked his friend and she nodded back, the two of them all but ignoring the others which just served to annoy them more.

"You know I summoned her right? Fuck are y'all talking about curses for? What does it matter-" Keliphos stopped short when he saw a small flash of Row's purple tinted magic head from her hand to his lover's belly. Too much started circling his mind, feelings he'd been having, things Tom had said, the way Dom was acting… but- "But that's impossible." Suddenly he felt almost woozy, his whole body flushed hot and sweaty and his head felt light. His stomach rolled so hard he had to step away from the others in case he got sick. There was no way. There was no fucking way. It was impossible.

Tom walked quickly to the halfling's side and he bent over with him. He had been terrified for that moment to happen until he understood everything that was going on but he couldn't take it back now. "Breathe. I've been trying to understand. I wasn't sure before. Please unders-" His words were cut off when the nephalem jumped him and suddenly his back was hitting the soft forest floor and his breath was cut off by the other man's hand.

"You fucking lied! You said you weren't hiding anything and you lied! You were going to let him fight like this? How dare you! How fucking-"

"KELLS! Get the fuck off 'im!" Dom shouted at his alpha. He'd never seen this side of him, his eyes were stormcloud bright and thunder was rolling in above them. He could feel electricity in the air that promised Col's wings were close to showing. "Wha' the fuck you doing? Tom's family! Stop!" He knew his man probably couldn't hurt his best friend but he was still scared to see them fight.

Tom's head hit the ground hard as Kells slammed him down, his fingers squeezing his throat until he felt something almost snap. "What if Astaroth sees him? What if he gets hurt? He's been feeding on me Tom! He's been hunting! How fucking dare you!" The witch didn't even fight back as if he felt like he deserved every word and bruise but in the next moment there was something on the devil's back and he pushed it off hard. When the pained noise he heard was in Dom's voice he felt reality crashing down around him. He pulled away from Tom as if he'd been burned and turned to see his mate on his ass in the dirt.

Dom watched his beast scramble off Tom while apologizing profusely before he crawled closer but he seemed almost scared to touch. "I'm sorry! Fuck I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" It took the human a moment to tell but he thought his monster might be crying.

"Everyone shut the fuck up! The next fing said better be an explanation. I'm exhausted, I'm starving, I feel like 'ell, I'm tired as fuck of being treated like I'm a breakable child, and now me arse 'urts. Don't bloody say it!" He snapped before Kells could make some comment like- 'and not in the fun way'. If he heard something like that he might actually explode.

Rowena stepped closer, her heels finding a way to click on the dirt as if they were spelled just to make her sound powerful. She crouched down next to him and laid a dainty hand on his shoulder. "Dear boy, don't you know already? Can't you feel it?" When he just shook his head she smiled softly. "You're pregnant."

Kells choked on a sob, he hadn't expected to feel so much more having the word said flat out but he felt almost human and powerless. An evil little voice whispered in his mind that it couldn't be his, he was cursed, but he knew Dom better than that. Something had happened and either his curse was broken or… there was no or. He'd promised the kid it wouldn't happen and yet…

"And you so upset you tried to kill Tom?" Dom's voice went flat, he knew he was overwhelmed but that still felt like an important reaction.

"No! Fuck. I was upset because he's obviously known and didn't tell you! He was going to let you go after Astaroth while you're- and it could hurt the- ya know." The devil sniffled. How many times could they fight in 24 hours? How many times could he be terrified to lose his mate?

"Say it. Say wha' you so pissed about. I thought you was upset about your curse but-" Before Dom could finish his statement Col was crawling close and shaking his head. He sat with his legs spread around the boy and he cupped his lover's face between his hands.

"No. Don't you dare. I'm not upset about- it. I'm upset that it could have been hurt. I'm upset that I accidentally lied to you! I don't want to do that. You're my mate Dom, I know how you felt about it and I never wanted to make you- until you were ready." There were actual tears beading down the devil's cheeks and he looked like the little boy he barely got to be.

"For what it's worth I was trying to learn everything I could before you decide to go after Astaroth. I wouldn't put my family at risk. You're correct though, I should have told you the moment I felt it. I apologize to you both. It shouldn't have been possible though, not with that curse. Unless…" Tom paused, taking a deep breath. "Unless the curse was only for your demonic side. If you haven't noticed Dom is bringing out the angel in you more than any of us thought possible. If that's the side of you that- mated him… perhaps he's able to break magic like that. I would not be surprised."

It was hard for Keliphos to trust that. It was hard for him to trust anything but he knew at least what he said about Dom was true. He'd knotted him. He knew he knotted him, and he knew that was his angel side. "How long?" He asked and watched Rowena lay a hand on what was his. He couldn't completely fight a growl but that more than anything made him realize how true it all was. How real.

"A month, I would say. Naughty boys." She purred and Dom blushed.

But… that would mean- "I fucking told you!" He huffed at his boyfriend and the demon tilted his head. "I told you tha' was our first time but you tried to say it didn't count!"

"You told me? Real mature babe. What are you, seven?" Kells huffed wetly. They could never completely stop bickering.

"And a 'alf. Bite me. Besides the Queen 'ere I fink I'm the only mature one. The two of yas are supposed to be ancient and ya act like bloody children! I need you to grow the fuck up Kells, and fast. We 'avin-"

"We're having a baby. I know. I get it. Shit." The devil blurted out before the human could say it. He needed to prove he could. What he didn't expect was Dom's eyes going wide and his heart starting to race. Maybe it wasn't just Kells having trouble coming to terms with it. "Babe?"

"We- I need- bed please?" Dom stuttered and his lover moved fast, standing and scooping him up in his arms like he was the child. Oh fuck.

Keliphos gave their friends a quick- "Later." before he was rushing his mate back inside. He didn't stop until they were safely tucked away in their bedroom with the door shut and them comfortably in bed. "Dom, you good?"

The Hunter snorted a laugh, that question felt absurd given the situation by at least making fun of his boyfriend made him feel more like himself. "Jus' wanted you alone." He sighed, straddling his devil's lap. "Is tha' why I'm so 'ungry for yas? Is tha' why we so…" He trailed off, hiding against Col's neck.

Kells laid his palms against Dom's ass though part of him wanted to be touching somewhere else. He wasn't sure either of them were ready for that shit. "I think that's just us. But yeah, maybe there's something about my blood that's good for it- them?" He shrugged but still got a nip for saying 'it'. "Dom please just- are you angry with me?"

The Hunter took a deep breath, letting that ozone scent relax him before he sat back and locked eyes with his lover. "I don't know if it's sunk in yet. But… we talked about it yeah? It's jus' a little sooner 'an someday." He laughed but fuck there were so many butterflies in his belly. "You?"

"Fuck no. I was just scared- I am scared. I don't know how to do this shit. But… I'm glad it's with you. I wouldn't want anyone else. Hey, c'mere?" He hummed until the boy smiled and pressed closer, those strong arms wrapping behind his neck. "I love you." He said it so simply, as if they'd been saying it for years instead of just the day. It felt that easy. Somehow.

"I love you too." Dominic grinned, kissing the idiot he found himself bred by. It certainly wasn't the answer to anything but it definitely helped them face everything. "Can I sleep? Can we deal wiv it tomorrow?" He whimpered against searching lips and the demon nodded, helping him out of his shoes before they got comfortable in bed. He rolled over because spooning was the most comfortable position for sleeping, not that the two of them cuddled. Of course not. He felt his alpha's hand trembling where it rested on his hip and kept moving closer. Closer. He let out a sleepy sigh and slotted himself against the nephalem, fitting like a puzzle piece against him. When the monster finally got enough courage and let his touch cover the boy's belly Dom hid a smile against the pillow. He knew that took a lot for his man, he wouldn't make it worse. "I love you." He heard his mate whisper but he didn't say it back, he wasn't exactly sure that one was for him anyway.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

This was a long one but I hope you all enjoy it! Surprise! Though I know the hints have been strong. It still seems like Tom is hiding something- what could it be? Will Dom be able to step back from the fight? Will they find Ramiel? Why was Dom able to break the curse? What will their child be? Keep reading to find out! Thank you so much 🖤⚰️

[xoxo-honeyy]

movie night

authors note: i know this isn’t my normal content but i just rewatched Legally Blonde for the millionth time and was wrote this little thing, i hope you all love this!!

wc: 417

warnings: just an insane amount of fluff, brief mention of Sarah and her death but nothing graphic. set post tlou 1/season 1

Ellie and Joel find a computer with a DVD slot in it so they can watch movies together. Friday is their designated movie night and Joel makes popcorn while they eat spaghetti and meatballs while trying not to make a mess on the already-stained couch.

One time while on patrol, Ellie found an old worn-out shoe box labeled “chick flicks” and inside was an exorbitant amount of DVD cases piled up in a neat stack, seemingly untouched. But one, in particular, stood out to her, Legally Blonde. Grabbing the box, Ellie stuffed it in her backpack and brought it home. Luckily she found it on a Thursday so she and Joel could watch it together the next day. When Ellie brought out the DVD Joel groaned in a playful manner.

“What?” Ellie was confused, he’s never had a problem with any movies before (even the ones with all of the dinosaurs) what was so wrong about this one?

There was a slight pang in Joel’s heart as he tried explaining himself to her, “No 's nothing, it’s just that when this movie first came out Sarah made me an' Tommy watch it on repeat.”

Immediately feeling guilty, Ellie moved to put the DVD away but Joel gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her down next to him.

After watching the movie Ellie felt better connected to Sarah. There were so many great things about the film and Ellie would often rant about it to her friend Dina.

"You don't understand Dina, this girl had a degree in fashion and then just decided to apply to Harvard for some guy, but then she realized her worth and became this badass lawyer! It's just so good." Her ranting continued but Dina suddenly cut her off.

"Well, maybe I could come over and watch it?" Voice oozing with confidence.

Ellie was completely taken aback, "S-sure, I mean only if you want to."

The brunette only chuckled at the response, "Of course, I want to, I wouldn't have brought it up if I didn't."

A few days later an anxious Ellie and a relaxed Dina were watching the movie on the couch. After it was over Dina mentioned that she had a surprise for her. Wondering what it could be, Ellie scooted over while Dina was opening the box. And inside was Legally Blonde 2: Red, White and Blonde.

Ellie lost her fucking mind

And somewhere up in the clouds, there was a lost daughter smiling down at the happy couple.

yay! no more writer's block

[crulwrld]

Fly Chick

I put on a new skin-tight peony pink spaghetti strap from Salvation Army. The girls were sitting nice today, it really always depended on the day. Luck of the draw. Shimmied into black denim cutoff daisy dukes, a brown leather cowboy belt with an ornate buckle, grey Uggs without socks. I never wore undergarments, I was a free bird. I spritzed on some Nicki Minaj Pink Friday perfume while checking my reflection. Put on a crucifix necklace. I had written “Fly Chick” in orange Expo through the dust on the mirror. I massaged my bleach-scorched scalp with my acrylics in spiral formations, then straightened my locks with them, careful not to break off any of the tangles. They ended coarsely at my collarbones. I puffed them up at the roots and they stayed that way.

“What a Jagged Little Pill,” I said into myself.

I took two Klonipin and pocketed my concealer, my cotton candy Chapstick. Hit the road.

I had few plans for today. Priority was to get my meth from the dealer. I had dinner with my daughter for her twentieth birthday. That was it.

I love to blast Fiona Apple with my big square sunnies on. I am forty and I am a bad bitch, two things can be true. I own a torn-up convertible, it fell into my possession after my husband passed from an overdose. I grabbed the wheel and screamed into it, I felt like a singer in my car, and felt good about the drivers around watching me. They wish, I thought. It’s been my dream to be a performer. Since I can remember I’ve been a little extra. I’d flick my cigarette in the wind with a straightened upward arm and swing my head around on my neck until the light went green. I imagined myself as a Kesha character with a hint of Bjork. A badass brooding fly chick. 

My dealer was only available via Snapchat. He lived in this rinky dink house behind the movie theatre, which looked like it was collapsing on itself and into the ground. A blue tarp veiled the roof à la hurricane damage. Once, before I was widowed and got paid for it, I let him fuck me because I had no drug money. His place, like mine, was rat infested. A wet spot in the roof leaked rhythmic drops onto the back of my skull as I lay there, stone cold, letting out genuine grunts of pain. Skinny guys always have the lankiest dicks. It wasn’t my proudest moment, but, hey, the ends and the means are one. 

He sent out an old wobbly man to do his dealing. His skin was burnt to a dark crust and he wore the same, increasingly sour wife-beater that hung off his bony torso and crinkled at his wide hips, I never made direct eye contact. Those were cursed, sad eyes. He looks like a person that someone just left on the side of the street to crawl out of a Dr. Pepper can one day. He’d shake my hand, we got very good at exchanging the crystals and the money in one slick movement. 

“What you got going for you today, sweetheart?” He asked.

I started pulling out of the gravel driveway. 

“Watch out for them opps,” He said, flagging his hand above his head. 

Gross me out, I thought.

I had this extra-large styrofoam cup I kept in my car that had one dollar refills on it at the gas station by my trailer. I’d fill her up three times a day with Coke and be on my merry way. I wouldn’t even acknowledge the workers, just drop four quarters or less and get out of there. 

There was one worker though, named Deep. He was Egyptian and had eyebrows that looked like they were made of black silk and a thick nose with frizzing in the nostrils. I saw that sniffer and knew I needed to pop a squat. He had a neck tattoo that said “2000,” I would click my snake eye tongue piercing at him on the front of my teeth and he’d swoon. He was shorter but I didn’t mind. 

“You’re like a princess,” He said one day.

“Prove it,” I said, and wrote my phone number on a napkin then slid it across the counter. Flexed my mouth around the straw of my extra-large Coca-Cola. 

He immediately got to his phone and called me.

“My number,” He said, smiling, cat eyes wide and perked, head nodding, whole body jittering.

Deep, my husband, and I all had a threesome. That was the first time I fingered a man. It was funny to do with a sharp nail. Almost clinical. My husband was a bitch about butt stuff. He was fucking strange, he kept this Tupperware container of semen from the condoms of all the dudes we’d fuck within the freezer. Like, what do you need that for? I was relieved when he left this Earth, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t choreograph it. The day he died was the day I found out I had a tolerance of steel. His lips started to turn blue and I was all like, 

“Oh yay, oh yes! Yes yes yes!” 

It was like watching the clock strike twelve on New Year’s. A breath of fresh air. Finally. 

Today, after I got my Coke, I had all this time to kill before I went to eat with my daughter. There was a horrible storm falling outside. I sat cross-legged on the trailer carpet and ate some of the meth. Took some shots of Jack. So warm, so cozy.

I spread my hands around the floor in oval patterns and it felt like it was crawling right back at me. I tugged and felt the carpet lift, the space of levitation in between carpet and whatever wood was underneath, I wanted to tuck my body in that liminal space and rest, feel the micro threads weasel their way into each of my follicles. I imagined what I might look like from above in that state. Carpet woman. I prayed the rain got harsher so I could do this for hours and I wouldn’t have to go to dinner with my daughter. I wanted someone to go on a date with me, but it not be my daughter, and the date be here, clawing the carpet together. I ate some more meth. My lips got to smacking and chewing. 

I wondered how many years were lived on this carpet, and if the energy of lives past were slithering from the ground and up my arms. It could be possible that I was transmitting something. Becoming super all-knowing. 

Think of a family, now think of how long a family stays in one place, five to ten years, yes? People who have moved out and in, people who have visited, on average that’s probably one hundred people. Multiply that family times five hundred years. Now, who knows what? If two people with opposing perspectives stood in the same place, where I’m sitting, and I focus on alchemizing that opposition, bringing Fire and Water together, pointing towards the past, pointing towards future, I do it now, outstretching my arms to perfect balance like a scale, I can harmonize that frequency, be a conductor, a flash of temperance, I could reach God consciousness if I keep at it. 

Oh God, I love you God, thank you for saving me from that terrible, ugly man. You could’ve given me a brain-damaged paraplegic boy to nurse, but you didn’t. That wasn’t my burden to bear. I’m no mother. You gave him into the fold of hell. I can’t explain my gratitude for the divine plan. 

Now I say it, I scream it like a banshee, I Love You, Father! Our Father! Who art in Heaven! Hallowed be thy name! I smash my body and vibrate on the carpet. I smear around as though I’m melting, I feel I’m liquid, the thrust of the divine warming me over and pulsating from within, I am flow state. I drool into the carpet and suck it back up, the flavor of a million walks of life soaked into my spit. I touch myself. I clench my breasts as though they could burst like heirloom tomatoes. I drag up and down with my knees until I can feel the burn.

I feel the incubus leak from me. My soul-cleansing ritual manifesting in the real world. I twitch and crank, I grunt with hot ferocity and let all the darkness out. I fizzle softly. Catch my breath. I put my hand in my shorts to inspect. I pull out a hand covered in black excrement holding a fetus-sized blood clot. 

After I clean with baby wipes, I lay in bed and finish the bottle of Jack. I still smell of evil. I finally change my Facebook status from married to single. I delete my Instagram account. I call my drug dealer on Snapchat and ask for his number. He tells me he can’t do that. I delete my Snapchat account. I’ll just be solely an alcoholic from now on, it’ll be better for everyone. I text my daughter that I won’t be making it to dinner. 

She texts back.

“I expected that. You would’ve just blown cigarette smoke in my face and talked about yourself the whole time anyway. #sorrynotsorry” 

Jesus Christ.

“Doors unlocked if you still wanna hang out, I love you,” I sent. 

I feel a great tragedy has happened, but I can’t put my finger on it. I feel humiliated. Under the comforter, I take off my spaghetti strap, I take off my cowboy belt, my shorts, my Uggs. Fling them to the end of the bed. I cling to my crucifix. I spy a rat scurrying in the corner of the room. I hum to match the sound of the box fan ripping through the air, I close my eyes and watch patterns pass on the back of my lids. I’m so tired. Tears stream like the rain smacking the trailer’s exterior, for once, I cry. I sleep. 

-

My eyes peeled open.

My brain was like a heavy chunk of metal, shivering outward—skull buzz. I held the headache, and felt my head had been shaved in wild patterns. 

I clenched my lids and pressed my skull into the pillow, tried to reflect. All I could gather was my dream. In it, my daughter was bedside standing ultra-stiff above my head, smoking a vape with enormous puffs, the clouds emulated whole-bodied ghosts. The ghosts, I somehow understood, were the holy ones. They started filling the room and solidifying, like so many glittering ice sculptures. They each came to my bed in single file, knelt on the ground, and I fed them sacramental bread from under my blanket, one after the other. My daughter would leak altar wine from her mouth, all globbed and mixed with her spit, separating in strings and bubbles, dropping way down to where they were, as mother does to bird. That had to be wrong, I thought.

They all swam like seahorses out of my room through the window. She just stood, eyed me—she looked like she wanted to cut me. Like she was so fine to do that honor. So I fixed my fingers into the configuration of a gun. I thought it would scare her off, but she wouldn’t budge, she just stared deep. 

Pop, I went with my thumb. Silence, she wobbled then hit the ground. I heard glass shatter. I felt a huge wave had been lifted, like I had been trying to breathe underwater and now, there was icy oxygen. Clarity. The dream drifted. 

Here, awake, I wiped my greasy forehead and checked my hand, random sticks of minute hair here and there. Where had all the hair gone? There were slits up and down my forearms in cross formations, yellowed and peachy centers with crumbly blood tracing them. My lip ring was sore, inflamed. I pressed into my under eyes and they felt like petals filled with fluid. I rolled onto my side in bed and one empty bottle clinked into the next. I counted, there were six clear pints of Jack nested in the comforter, shards of glass refracting about. 

Had I driven to get these? I don’t remember. I looked to my nightstand stand and there was a vape, an exacto-knife, and clippers, all red in a dark brown pool, finger lines smeared through it, a rat lapping it up with a crimson snout and tongue. The clippers were on, splattering the gloop liquid. I couldn’t hear them through the box fan.

I leaned towards the floor and there was all my hair, lightly shifting upwards in the air and chained over my dumped-down lamp. To the right was a woman face down, her arm splayed, fingers soft over the base of the lamp. She wasn’t breathing. Wasn’t expanding and contracting like a breathing person would. I reached my foot to flip her head. 

I put on a black lace nightgown. Another crucifix necklace.

I lugged my daughter into the backseat of my car. I was soaked in blood. I drove around town barefoot. I didn’t know where to go. 

There was a Christian coffee shop on the corner of Thirteenth Street. I thought they maybe could help me. 

I entered and raised my arms receptively. Everyone stopped and stared. The cashier covered her mouth.

[viewfromplanetx]

Samurai-ish movies and shows you might enjoy

Rick and Morty Samurai & Shogun - An homage to Lone Wolf and Cub, they reenact many of the iconic scenes from the movies with over the top blood spraying of course.

The Mandalorian - Lone Wolf and Cub a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. Complete with floaty pram and “child”, armor, swords, and plenty of melee fights. No blood though, as it’s made by the feckless bellends at Disney.

Witcher Blood Origin - A familiar Samurai plot—seven estranged uh… strangers band together to fight corrupt and oppressive bullies. What makes this show truly enjoyable are the one-cut fight scenes. The camera never stops rolling—no jumpy quick-cutting. Although it has a handheld feel, it’s far from your ubiquitous shaky cam. You get to really appreciate the fight choreography blow-by-blow, attacks, blocks and dodges. You understand why the characters react the way they do and see their different styles. My only complaint is that Michelle Yeoh gets too little screen time.

Mad Max Fury Road -  Believe it or not, this is yet another story of seven outcasts who go up against a cretinous villain and his band of retards. They could’ve really shit the tub on this one, but it turned out perfect in my (ed: not so) humble opinion. It’s pure action with just enough reprieve to catch your breath and care about the characters. Charlize Theron as Furiosa, gotta love that name, kicks major ass and Tom Hardy plays the best Max ever. The fantastic and truly menacing vehicles are real and they use as many practical effects as they can. Kubrick was right, film is both entertainment and art. This movie is brilliantly both, so watch it more than once. The Black & Chrome edition is pretty damn cool.

Cowboy Bebop (live action version) - I like that it's close enough to the animated series without slavishly following the source material. What's Samurai-ish about it? Sword play, death and mayhem, clans, themes of honor and duty, hot chicks, and plenty of retards (ed: you need to stop using that term) yeah, but… (ed: yeah but nothing). However, quite unlike many Samurai flicks there's plenty of hilarious dialogue, such as

Jet: ...we’re gonna need Woodcock. 

Spike: I'm praying that’s a person. 

Extraction - A Chris Hemsworth showcase. He plays an angsty mercenary contracted to rescue the kidnapped nerdy son of a crime lord. Once again we have incredible one-cut fight scenes—long single shots that follow the action even through buildings and streets. So many retards eating shit in so many different ways. LoL

Extraction 2 - Starts right where the first one ended and it's even better.

Close (2019) - The amazing Noomi Rapace plays Sam, a former badass for hire turned unwilling nanny. Trouble ensues when she’s assigned to watch over Zoe, the spoiled brat of a corporate Überbetch. Things escalate quickly after Sam thwarts an attempt to kidnap Zoe and returns to her badassery. Expect the usual high-tensile steel action, things blowing up, blood, guts, hot chicks, and plenty of retards. Strong female characters always a plus.

ZVP - Zatoichi vs Predator. Enough said. Find it. Watch it.

Conan the Barbarian (1982) - Although it has plenty to attract Samurai movie fans, this flick was very much inspired by Japanese horror. There are creepy molesty spirits and hot lusty witches. The Snake Clan is all about possession. If you can get past the cheese ball characters with 80s hairdos (James Earl Jones has bangs) it's an enjoyable watch with plenty of action, minimal dialogue, hippy-dip retards, amazing landscapes, and pretty horses. One of Schwarzenegger's best roles. He actually worked with a Kendo master for the film. Costar Sandahl Bergman won multiple awards for her portrayal of Valeria, who is much more than just eye candy or love interest.

And… I’ve recently been told that the term “retard” is somehow derogatory of idiots, morons, and imbeciles. So, from now on I’ll be using the term "tard," which is French for "retard." Sorry for any confusion. Just think “retard” to yourself. I don’t want anyone to think I’m insensitive to the feelings of you tards, so even though you can't read (ed: pretty sure they can) feel free to assume that I sincerely apologize to anyone I’ve offended, if it makes you feel better. 

[greenfleeze]

Marguerite was prime skank material and this scene was one of the best in Ever After.😂👊🏽

[bi-bard]

Supernatural Masterlist (Pt. 2)

All imagines written for Supernatural so far. This does not include the OCs that I have made for this show. You can find those by clicking here!

**Had to be two parts due to a very stupid Tumblr glitch**

Navigation Guide

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Dean Winchester:

You Are Both Idiots

Tunnel Vision

Movie Night

Family

I’m Sorry in Advance for That Shit

Acceptance (Part 2: Bargaining)

Dean Winchester: The Ultimate Killer

I’m a Bunch of Broken Pieces; It Was You Who Made Me Whole

I Don’t Know How to Fix This

Better Than This

Isolation

Raise Hell

He’s Candy-Coated Misery

This Isn’t Goodbye, this is Simply See You Later [Part 2]

Garth Fitzgerald IV:

Uncle Garth

Jack Kline:

Helpful

Powerless

The Weirdest Sitcom

Bad Advice

Protection

Cut Me Down, but it’s You Who’ll Have Further to Fall

Thought We Built a Dynasty That Heaven Couldn’t Shake

Clueless

Good Job

Badass Duo

Time to Catch Up

Bad Jokes

Nice to Meet You

The French Mistake (Part 2)

New Friends

Familiar Faces ^ (Legends of Tomorrow Crossover)

Risk It All (Part 1 to “Fighting” - Check Sam Winchester List)

Hunting Practice

I Don’t Want to, But I Love You

Kelly Kline:

Last Wish

Rowena MacLeod:

Don’t Hate Me

Trustworthy

Sam Winchester:

I’m Right Here

Warning

Castiel, (Y/n), and the Humans That Saved Them

Chick Flick Moments

Scars

Life On Stage

Motive Through Emotion, Damaged but We’re Golden

Rowena Said That It Was An Accident

Someone Else

Unconditional

The Disconnect

Fighting (Part 2 to “Risk It All” - Check Jack Kline List)

Goodnight

Are You Gonna Hurt, You Gonna Work, You Gonna Last Forever?

Speak Now

Paper Rings

Winchester Brothers:

Careful

Picture Perfect

Vessel

Hero

You Knew Her

Exhaustion

Be Our Guest

Never

Team Free Will (2.0):

They Say She’s Gone Too Far This Time

Holy Crap

Not a Child

Memories

The One Thing More Important Than God

Milkshakes

New Heroes, Old Enemies

Faith

Absolute Dumbasses

Pranks

Multiple Characters (no specific group names):

Compassion (Cas, Crowley, Rowena, Jack)

Maybe I Got Mine, But You’ll All Get Yours (Villains)

Preferences:

Team Free Will 2.0:

hope ur okay (song preference)

Cruel Summer (song preference)

You’re a Brilliant Painter

Red (song preference)

Bird Set Free (song preference)

Monster (song preference)

Public Displays of Affection

First Kiss

Cuddling

Singing in the Shower

Alone (song preference)

Crooked Teeth (song preference)

Mornings with Team Free Will 2.0

First 'I Love You'

[thewistlingbadger]

Emily and Reid hanging out together

We all remember what Emily was like when she first joined right? I imagine that she'd want to get the know the team more and when you have a young genius as a coworker, wouldn't you want to hang out with them to?

And Spencer's face when she asks him to hang out. He rarely gets asked that when he does get asked by someone on the team most of the time it involves drinks.

But you see, Emily is a really bad influence. The more he hangs out with her, the bitchyer he becomes. They'll go get coffee together on their day off and they'll just people watch. "Did you see the shoes they were wearing" "hideous. Blush is so not her color."

Hanging out with Emily is going to her house randomly because he feels alone and no matter what time he comes over she's always available. It's takeout and a sleepover. Falling asleep braiding her hair and she's sitting on the floor petting Sergio. It's playing video games and watching chick flicks not because he likes chick flicks, not because he's good at video games, but because it doesn't matter what they're doing together he knows it's going to be fun either way.

I think she gave him the shades that he has. "Now Morgan isn't the only one with badass shades ;)" they give each other small gifts randomly it's like "i don't wear jewelry." "You don't have to wear it-" "no I'm gonna wear it are you kidding me? Shut up."

Spencer finds her apartment so comforting it's a home away from home. He likes the carpet and the view and how it's not modern. The colors are warm. They hit the town and go to the gay bars. They find it hilarious when they walk around DC people think they're a couple. "Oh my god she really thought you were my husband" "i know right?!" "I can't. she thought i liked dick"

She's so blunt and inappropriate. They're the epitome of "so i was sitting there, barbeque sauce on my titties, and-". She's so happy that he's this totally different person while he's not at work. They go shopping together and she pushes for him to be more bold, to go out his comfort zone. She really helps him with his feminity. Something he's always struggled with from his dad telling him to be more normal and being bullied as a kid. She'll do some makeup on him "c'mon Reid. If you don't try it, how will you know you don't like it?" While she blasts rock songs and they dance around and trash the place.

For everyone else on the team, it took them awhile to get invited to Reid's. Emily however? She is invited so quickly. She thinks his place is weird but she's not surprised. They complain about their crushes together.

[marvel-fanfic-writer-8675]

Real Life

Pairing: Steve x reader

Warnings: pure angst, mentions of cheating, Steve is an asshole, slightly fluffy ending, fair bit of cursing

Summary: Steve cheated on you, both of you are still coworkers

"This is real life Steven! You don't get to just restart things when you make a mistake!" you yelled at your now ex boyfriend that you had just caught cheating on you.

"Doll I-" he tried to start. "No. Don't 'doll' me. I loved you, trusted you. You ment the world to me, but then you went and betrayed me. It's over Steven, and there's nothing you can do about it." You walked out of your shared room to Nat, your best friend's, room.

The second you shut her door closed you let the flood gates open and tears were streaming down your face. "Omg. Y/N, what happened?" Nat said seriously concerned, you almost never cried, you were the most badass Avenger on the team, in the beginning, when you first joined the team you didn't show emotions at all. "He... He....he cheated Nat," you sobbed. Nat comforted you, swearing to both you and herself, that later he would meet the end of her knife. "Nat, don't, we both know that he's still a good fighter and we are better off with him on the team, I'll be fine without you killing him, besides I think being at the receiving end of your glares are worse than death." you remarked, trying to sound more okay than you really were. Nat of course noticed you trying to shove away the emotions, "Y/N, I know you enough to know that you are hurting, you guys were dating for over a year, don't hide the emotions, it’s alright, I’m here for you.” You relaxed slightly letting the emotions drain out of you, you two sat there for a while both just talking and crying and watching movies.

Eventually you guys got hungry and Nat said she would go out and grab some pizza and ice cream, the perfect food for watching more movies. Nat got a notification that the pizza was ready and went to go pick it up in the main living area in the tower. “Hey there you are, and where’s Lady Cap at?” Tony questioned, using a nickname that made Nat want to kick his face right now. “She’s in my room, crying, because some asshole cheated on her, oh yeah by the way, Y/N is going to need her old room back.” Nat said with anger lacing her voice, glad everyone was in the room to hear it, well everyone but Wanda (the third member of the Golden Trio, what Tony called your friendship with the girls on the team) and Bucky, who if he was there, would’ve killed Steve for ever thinking about cheating on Y/N, she was like a little sister to Bucky.

“YOU WHAT!?!?” Tony screamed at Steve, who was now trying to hide was utterly embarrassed, “it was a mistake, I didn’t mean to-” Steve defended but was cut off. “No, a mistake is forgetting to take out the trash or defrost the meat, not cheating on the woman who loved and trusted you. Who took down all the walls she had built up around her heart after years of torture and pain, just for you. This isn’t a mistake, this is you fucking it up, by fucking around.” Steve just kinda stormed off, while Nat grabbed the pizza and went back to you in your room. You guys ate, laughed and watched Chick Flicks.

A few hours later there was a knock on the door. “It’s just me. Can I come in?” It was Tony, Nat looked at you to see if you wanted him in or not, you gave her a nod and she let Tony in. “Hey kid, I heard what happened, just wanted to let you know that your old room is open and all your stuff is in there, Wanda is also almost home, she’ll be in with Bucky tomorrow morning.” You thanked Tony and gave him a quick hug. He wished you and Nat a good night and walked out.

After a few more hours of movies you were ready to head to bed, “alright Nat I’m going to call it a night and head to bed, thanks for this, I needed it.” You then head to your old room, the one you had before moving in with Steve 9 months ago. You got a shower and tried to sleep but the bed just felt empty, and cold. You figured since you couldn’t sleep you would go workout, get all the anger out of you. You put on some workout clothes and headed to the gym and just started punching the bag over and over.

You didn’t realize when your hands started bleeding but you must have been there for a while. That’s when you saw Steve down there with gauze and bandages. “You always do this when your angry, here,” he said gently trying to wrap your hands up. “I don’t need your help,” you growled and pulled your hands from his soft, light grip. “Please at least take this so it doesn’t get infected.” He begged, you huffed but took the materials and headed back to your room.

The next day Wanda and Bucky were back. Bucky heard about what happened and spent a good 3 hours yelling at Steve, the whole tower could hear, even with the sound resistant walls. Bucky was using a lot of not Steve approved language too, he was pissed to say the least. Wanda just hugged you and said it’d be alright. By that day you were doing fine, you still didn’t want to be in the same room as he who must not be named but you weren’t crying or punching everything in sight. After yelling at Steve, Bucky came and brought you some of your favorite candy, claiming he ‘raised Steve better than that.’ You laughed at his comment, and accepted the candy.

The rest of the week, Steve kept trying to apologize, but you were trying hard to avoid him, you had a mission and Fury paired you up with Steve, it was the best option he said, you need to put personal lives aside he said, but he didn’t have to deal with Steve’s yammering the whole mission, and a 4 hour flight. The mission was a fail, you and Steve just couldn’t work together properly, he kept trying to keep you safe, and throw himself in front of any danger, wanting to prove how sorry he was. You made the executive decision on the ride back, you had to quit the team. Your personal life was putting the team in jeopardy, and Steve had been there longer. You would take up the offer to join a team of amateur superheroes over in England who needed help, you would help train and build up their skills, and you would be a whole continent away from Steve.

When you got back to the tower you took a nap, and called the number of the European team, asking if the offer still stood. They said it did and you gladly accepted, saying you would be on a flight over there as soon as you could. After you hung up, Tom, you learned his name was, sent you an address to meet up at when you got to England. You quickly packed what you needed, you didn’t want to take much, you wanted to start a new life, and forget Steve, you of course would still keep in contact with some other team members like Nat and Wanda. You called everyone, but Steve, for an important meeting in the living room. Everyone rushed in quickly and was a tad confused when they saw you standing with a backpack and a duffel bag. Once everyone was there you broke the news. “I just wanted to tell you guys I’m leaving the team, I’ve accepted the offer to join and train the team of amateur supers in Europe, thank you all for saving me and becoming the family I never had.” Your announcement was met with protests all around, everyone knowing the real reason why you were leaving. “No, I know you guys don’t want me to leave, but my personal life is effecting the team, and it would make more sense and it would be more beneficial for me to go to Europe. I love you all, I’ll keep in contact, Nat, Wanda, don’t worry.” You gave everyone a group hug and with a few tears in your eyes, you waved goodbye and left.

~one year later~

“Hey Elle, who’s at the door?” You ask the water bending teammate. “Some group called the Avengers who are asking to see you, they look injured” she responds in her British accent. Shit, you thought, rushing up from the couch and to the door, Tom, and George, your other teammates rushing after you. “What the fuck are you guys doing here? And why the hell are you injured?” You worriedly ask your old team ushering them inside, “med bay is this way” you lead them to the med Bay Area, wanting to dress their wounds. “Well, there was a mission Fury found and it was over here, then we got hurt, badly, it was a trap and Fury directed us here, we didn’t know it was your team’s base.” Natasha supplied an answer. They weren’t all here but a lot were, Nat, Wanda, Sam, Bucky and of course, Steve. “Oh, sounds rough, well we will get you all fixed up, Tom you up to helping or we doing it the old fashion way?” You ask your teammate, he could heal wounds, he wasn’t the best at it yet, but was getting the hang of it. “I can try babes but I don’t know how far I can get with ‘em” he responded. Your old team looked shocked, you assumed it was because he called you ‘babes’ but what they didn’t know was that it was purely platonic and not romantic at all, Tom and George were a couple after all.

Tom healed most of the big wounds while you cleaned up the smaller ones, there were still a few broken bones on the super soldiers but they refused to have those healed since they would heal themselves in a day or two. “Well, you guys are welcome to stay until you’re all healed or as long as you want,” you offer being hospitable. They accepted to stay until they were all healed, not wanting to fly while hurt. You headed out to your current team who were sitting on the living room couch. Your place wasn’t as nice as the tower but you had a huge main area, and 5 bedrooms. It was basically a huge house. “Hey guys! These are the Avengers, my old team, this is Nat, Wanda, Sam, Bucky and Steve! Uhh, guys, this is Elle, George and Tom.” You turn your attention to your current team, “they are going to stay with us till they are all healed up if that’s alright.” Your current team said it was fine, they knew about you and an ex named Steve and they had now deduced that this was THE Steve. “Well, there’s 2 extra bedrooms and the couch out here so you guys’ll have to double up.” George pointed out. “I thought Fury said there were 5 rooms?” Wanda questioned, “oh yeah there are but then we are using 3 so that kinda leaves 2” Elle explained politely. “Cool beans” Bucky said awkwardly, there was tension in the air, you weren’t exactly sure what the cause was, was it you and Steve, or just having your old and new teams together?

“Well, we will let you guys get settled, ummm, we are headed to go grocery shopping so, don’t cause to much trouble.” You said to your old team while you and the Brits headed out the door. Once you were gone the team shared a look, “so we gonna point out the elephant?” Sam asked. “What that Y/N has a new boyfriend?” Steve growled. “Hey, you can’t say anything punk it’s been over a year and you royally screwed up so you can’t blame her.” Bucky said, defending you. The rest of the team had kind of forgiven Steve, there was still tension but everyone was civil, him and Bucky were even back to being friends again, you can’t erase that much history I suppose.

You and the Brits got back to your place; while everyone else on your current team went to train you made dinner. Steve came and sat at the barstools in the kitchen and struck up a conversation with you. “So, Y/N, I hear a congratulations are in order?”Steve started off. “What for?” You ask, very confused, you hadn’t made any major achievements since you saw them last, “Tom, you guys look happy together.” Steve replied. Oh, he thought you were dating Tom. “Oh, we aren’t, we’re not a,” you awkwardly tried to find the right words but Steve caught your drift. “Oh, my bad, he just called you babe and they had kissed so we kinda assumed.” “Oh yeah, no, he’s dating George and the whole babes thing is just a British thing I guess, a nickname of sorts.” You explained, clearing up the confusion. “Why, someone jealous,” you teased, completely joking. “Yeah sort of,” Steve said reaching his hand behind his neck, blushing hard. “I still love you doll, I made a huge mistake I know, and I don’t deserve you but I will never get over you, and I’ll never stop berating myself for making such a huge mistake.” Steve said honestly. You looked at his face, he was full of regret from what happened, and to be honest you still loved him too, but could you get over what he did. “I……I still love you too Steve,” Steve’s eyes lit up when you said this and he leaned in for kiss, but you declined it, “I need to think this over Steve, you hurt me, a lot, and I’m not sure if I can be with you again, no matter how much I love you.” You had just put dinner in the oven and now had an hour before it would need to be taken out. You set a timer on you phone and texted Elle, Nat and Wanda to meet in your room ASAP.

You talked over the situation with the girls and they helped you realize the pros and cons of each side, you figured you would sleep on it and see what you thought in the morning. Dinner was a little awkward between you and Steve but no one seemed to notice, or if they did they didn’t comment on it. You quickly went to your room and went to sleep, or tried to at least, you mind wouldn’t shut off that night, but by morning you had your decision.

“Steve, can we talk?” You had asked him this when he had just come back from a quick run, “Sure doll, I’ve always got time for you.” He was obviously trying to butter you up, change your mind last minute if you choose to not be with him. You guys walked to your room and closed the door behind you. “I want to be with you,I’ll give you a second chance” you started off, watching Steve’s entire body light up with joy, “but, listen,” you added, not moving on till Steve nodded his head, “you mess this up, I’ll let Nat use you as target practice, and it’s not going to be easy, you have to gain my trust back, take it one step at a time. You have to start from scratch basically,” you explained. “I’ll do anything doll, thank you, for giving me another chance,I promise not to mess it up, and I promise to always be the man you deserve” he was so happy he felt like he would burst.

~a few years later~

Your team had been moved and joined with the Avengers in New York.

You and Steve were living happily, and true to his word, he didn’t mess it up, always being caring and making sure you knew how much he loved you

At least once a week he surprised you with flowers

Elle had played matchmaker and got Bucky and Sam together…finally

Elle found her own match with Natasha

Tom and George got married, moved to a nearby apartment and adopted a dog

AN: wow! That was a long one, I didn’t mean for it to be this long but I guess I got Carried away lol!