#but back then it was like walking on eggshells. holy shit.

[euclydya]

i feel so much safer in our system now that [OLD HOST NAME REDACTED] is dormant lol

wait me being back and active was not on our 2025 bingo list what the fuck lmao

[rainylana]

“Yeah.”

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: eddie calls reader a b*tch

warnings: language, angst, tears.

a/n: i know these past fics have been short, i’m sorry, but i’m still trying my hand at getting back into this! they’ll get longer, i promise! feedback is appreciate!! :)

Eddie was not in a good mood. You knew this the moment you saw him through the window of his van when he came to pick you up for school. He ranted all morning about how he needed money for new tires, money he didn’t have. Work was cutting him hours and he couldn’t afford it. He was tired of not having money, tired of not getting what he wanted. He was having a damn bad day.

And of course, you listened graciously, but after four hours of watching him sulk in class and be a dick to his friends, it was starting to take it’s toll. He was pouting and you understood why. He came from a poor family and he wouldn’t let you help out financially in anyway whatsoever, no matter how hard you begged. You didn’t want to seem rude and make his bad day seem unappreciated or invalid, but he was treating his friends, and you, poorly to a degree. Not so much you.

Lunch was almost unbearable. Everyone walked on eggshells. Eddie was one of the most dramatic people on the face of the earth and everyone had to suffer for it. Hours past and he’d taken you home from school. Your plan was to go over to his house for a movie night, hoping that a few hours apart would help him settle down and cool off. It done no good. He was absolutely enraged when you got there. The hood of his van was up, smoke flying overhead and his dark curls pulled up away from his face. You didn’t even really know what was wrong with it. It didn’t make sense when he told you. Cars were his detail.

Dinner was no change. You sat and listened to him complain about how none of the guy’s were apparently taking the new campaign seriously. He had a hole in his last pair of good jeans. You felt guilty being annoyed by this, but he hadn’t once asked you how your day was or even kissed you! You were going to loose your mind. Without thinking, you snapped.

“Oh, my god!” You wailed, throwing your silverware down. “Jesus, christ, Eddie, take a breath!”

His eyes were round and wide. “Pardon me?”

You took a breath yourself, forcing yourself to not snap and say something you’d regret. You placed your elbows on the table and rubbed your face. “Baby, I’m sorry you’re having such a bad day, but holy shit you’ve not stopped talking for one second!” You really did have a pounding headache. “You’ve been talking about money all day! Can’t we just have a change of topic, please.”

He looked taken back. Shocked. “Oh, I see. It’s all gotta be bout you, right? Fucking forgive me for having a bad day!” He threw down his fist, clinking the dinnerware together.

“That’s not what I’m saying, Eddie.” You sighed tiredly. “I’m saying that you’ve not acknowledged me at all today. You’ve not kissed me or asked how my day was. I’m sorry you’re stressed out about money, but you’ve been taking it out one everyone, Eddie. You need to calm down.”

His eyes narrowed into slits. “Calm down? Well, last time I checked you were living in a grand castle on daddy’s money, right? You have no idea the kind of shit Wayne and I have to got through to make ends meet, y/n.” He stood abruptly and yanked open the fridge for a beer.

“Hey,” You raised your voice. “I’m not trying to belittle you, Eddie. All I’m saying is that you don’t need to take your frustration out on everyone, out on me. I’m sorry I snapped at you, okay-”

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” He took a long swig after he threw the tab in the sink. “You’re my girlfriend! You’re supposed to be supportive and shit. Only thing you’re being is a bitch.” He sneered like a snake, pointing at you like you were his worst enemy.

Your face dropped at the curse, and as stupid as it felt, your heart sank. Eddie had never said anything like that to you before. Your face burned red and the room got eerily quiet. You felt your eyes immediately blur with tears of embarrassment and humiliation. You had tried to help him, offer solutions. You tried to lend a hand, offer him money and look for jobs in the newspaper at lunch. He acknowledged none of this.

You bit your lip to keep from crying, a lump building in your throat that made you feel sick. You had your head turned to the wall so he wouldn’t see you, but you couldn’t keep it in. You let out a quiet sob, tears falling down your face as you looked down. Your face was red hot, and you brought up your hand to your chest. “I’m sorry, Eddie,” You cried. “I’ve been t-trying to help, I-” Your voice broke and you couldn’t speak as tears escaped, your face twisting into tears. You sat there and cried for a few minutes before you felt the seat dip next to you.

“Hey,” His voice cooed softly, turning your shoulder to pull you toward him. You allowed him to, and you looked eyes briefly before climbing into his lap, wrapping your legs around his torso, your feet dangling off the bench. Your arms were tight around his neck, your face buried in his shirt where you sniffled. He smelled of cologne and dirt.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized, voice low and sad. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He rubbed your back up and down, kissing the side of your head when you let out a whimper.

“I’m sorry you had a bad day.” You said tearfully, holding him like a teddy bear. “I wish you didn’t have to worry about money.”

You felt him sigh heavily. “It’s okay. I got the most important thing in the world right here with me.” He pulled you away so he could look up at you. His eyes were brown and full, his lips pulled into a frown at your tear stricken face. He took his thumbs and wiped them. “I’m sorry I called you that. You know I didn’t mean it, right? You know I didn’t.”

You nodded slowly, wiping your nose with your hand. “Yeah.” You creaked.

He tapped your chin. “Yeah.” Then your nose and to wipe away another tear. He leaned up to plant a tiny kiss on your lips, then one on the corner of your mouth. You leaned down to kiss back, deepening it with your tongue and a hand locking in his curls. Your noses pressed together like puzzle pieces. Perfectly fit.

[httpscomexe]

Ensnared 5

Summary: Your leg is fucked, but so are you. (This is probably the last chapter, might pick it back up, idk)

(Find What I’m currently writing by checking my pinned post)

Parings: Yandere!Logan Howlett x PlusSize!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of past injury with some description, anxiety and stress, mentions of medicine, aggressive dog, manipulation, some yandere aspects, violence, knives, attempted knife play, blood, pv,  (Individual warnings per chapter) (Logan is an official warning as approved by the FDA (Food and Drug Administration) because Logan is a DRUG. PLEASE BE AWARE that this will be a NON-CON fic. Do NOT get attached if you do not like non-consensual fiction. I will not change my fic plans because somebody decided not to read the warnings. Thank you)

Tags: @sammyluvsfics

Word Count: 2838 (Find all chapters here)

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Your leg was healing well, considering the crushed bones, enormous scars, and bloody bandages that had to be replaced at least once a day.

It hurt like fucking shit.

You were constantly stressed. The pain in your leg was unbearable when you weren’t either taking pain medications or in a deep sleep after taking sleeping medicine. Then there was also Logan. He was sweet to you, so you didn’t understand why your body rejected him so much. You suppose it was because you naturally couldn’t be attracted to the man that kidnapped you, murdered someone you knew, and then acted like everything was okay.

The bear trap was your fault, you should’ve stopped when he said it was unsafe.

Spilled hot coffee on yourself? You weren’t paying attention.

It was also your fault that the mailman died. Even though it was his three claws that stabbed into the man's throat. But you shouldn’t have whispered ‘help.’

Everything bad that happened, it all led back to you.

And no, there weren’t any twisted mind tricks, or shit manipulation tricks that were making you believe it was truly your fault. It was just literally your fault.

Everything that happened that was bad could’ve been stopped if you were just more careful, but it was hard to be careful when you were walking on eggshells in front of this man. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you, but even if he did, say… backhand you, it would be your fault for provoking him. And that wasn’t easy.

A bark comes from beside you on the couch. The pitch black german shephard was staring at your sandwich, that was the only time Logan ever defended you, because the dog was trained to watch you, and bite you if you’re being an ass.

“Shut up dog.” He didn’t even bother giving the dog a name. He’s settled for calling him ‘dog.’ But the boy still listens, stepping off the couch and moving to lie down in his dog bed upon hearing Logan's angered voice. “You need to teach that dog to respect you.”

“You’re the one that trained him to kill me.”

“No, I trained him to keep you inside and hurt you only if you managed to get out.” He explained for the 5th time this week, you could tell he was starting to get annoyed.

“Well he bit me the other day…”

“Because you raised your voice at me.”

“You were being mean!” Your voice squeaks, and you turn around to face him in the kitchen. He was wearing his white beater and thick jeans, the teddy bear socks you ordered for him were on his feet, keeping him warm.

Was it wrong to admit you still loved and cared for him?

Probably.

But you did. When you had felt his feet on your thighs a few weeks ago because he was using you as a footrest as you two watched Bambi, his feet were absolutely freezing. “Holy shit dude, did you just come inside after walking in the snow barefoot?” You had pushed his feet off your lap, and he eventually let you search online for some socks. It took some convincing, but he eventually ordered the fluffy teddy bear socks. And now he wouldn’t stop wearing them.

You were just happy he was warm.

“Whatever.” You mumble after he doesn’t answer you, but he walks over to sit next to you on the couch. You still had a pillow placed on your lap which you’ve been cuddling all day and night, the word ‘home’ written on it in bold brown letters, making it pretty homey honestly.

“Whatever?” He groans as he sits down.

“What’re you groaning about old man?” You lean forward slightly, and he chuckles, your powers picking up the vibration in his chest which makes you feel fuzzy.

He was so sweet to you when he was in a good mood.

“Come here puppy.” He pats his lap, and you quickly move forward, tossing your pillow to the side to cuddle into him like an actual dog.

The way he wants you to.

You were the puppy, and he was the owner. He told you, followed by your smart ass biting him at every chance you got. He was honestly lucky you still had enough decency to not shit and piss on the floor out of spite.

But for some reason, you grew on him.

“Good girl…” He whispers, holding you close against his chest, not tight, as he wanted you to be comfortable.

He was always warm, especially his feet. It always brought a sense of happiness and comfort to you, even after you two fought.

You look down at the dog, he’s resting already, snores coming from his nose. But you know he’s still watching your every move somehow.

“Are you okay?” You nod, leaning further against him, seeking the most warmth you could as his hand moves under your shirt to start rubbing circles on your back, something he’s learned that you love, considering it makes your face redden.

“I have a question…” You mumble against his chest, part of you hoping he didn’t hear you.

“What’s the question?” You’re quiet for a moment, debating how to ask it.

“Promise you won’t get mad at me?”

“If you think I’m going to be mad, then I’m probably gonna be mad. Ask it.”

“What do you plan on doing with me…?” Your voice shakes slightly, and you begin to pick at your skin nervously when he doesn’t answer. Gently, he sits you up, making it so you look into his eyes. Your faces are just inches apart.

“Are you scared?” He asks, his voice quiet like he’s speaking to a horrified child.

You nod.

You hated to admit it. But you were scared.

He scoffs, shaking his head slightly at your movement. “Why would you be scared of me?” He grins, his hands cupping your cheeks, making you look even chubbier. “I love you, my angel… I wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt you…” He finishes his sentence with a kiss. His lips feel like poison against yours. “I love you.” He says again, his forehead pressed against yours. “Say it back. Say you love me.” He demands, grip tightening.

“I love you too… Logan.” You say his name with venom laced around every word like a snake choking their next meal. Then you had an idea. “Can I please get some water?” A smirk grows on your face, and you rock your hips slightly against him, biting your bottom lip. You’ve never been a seductress, but the growing tent in his pants tells you you’re doing good.

“Of course baby, go ahead.” He lets go of you, and you slowly stand, making sure to make nice sways of your hips as you move into the kitchen, reaching up and grabbing a glass, which you fill with water from the sink.

Your plan was simple. Though you weren’t too sure how it would play out.

You hear light feet behind you, the dog was going to sleep for the night. That makes you worry less. Looking in the reflection of the microwave, you could see Logan was looking away, so you quickly reach over, stealing a knife out of the knife block, shoving the blade into the back of your panties, making sure not to cut yourself, leaving the handle sticking out.

You take a deep breath, and begin to walk back over to Logan who was now facing the TV, both of his arms draped over the back of the couch. His eyes find you, smiling above your glass of water as you take a sip, your devilish eyes on him.

“That’s a different look.” He sits up slightly, but you keep him down by straddling his lap. “Am I finally winning-?” Your lips attach to his, the glass still in your right hand while your left hand gently grabs his jaw.

“You want me Logan?” You whisper, the sound making his hips jerk up against you, and his hands move to your hips. You had to move before he found the knife. His lips quirk into a smile, then he suddenly flips you over onto your back, the blade of the knife cutting your skin slightly, causing your hips to jerk upwards against him, a moan coming from his lips as they attach to the skin of your neck, his body still grinding against yours.

You try to reach behind your back, but it’s almost impossible to lift your body with his fucking boulder of a body lying on top of you.

“Are you lying on something?” His fists move to the sides of your head, then he leans on his forearms, giving you enough room to lift your back up, reach behind your back…

“Logan…” You whisper his name, the smile on your lips gone.

“Yes love?” He sounded so innocent.

“I fucking hate you.” You chuckle a little, then in the blink of an eye, the silver of the kitchen knife disappears in the side of his neck, a gurgle coming from his throat as he looks down at you in confusion, his face reddening and his mouth hanging open slightly before he collapses on top of you. SHIT. He was fucking heavy. It was like an elephant decided to take a nap on your chest. “Shit, get off!” You shout, struggling to move him, having to use your entire body as you manage to slip out from under him, making him fall onto the floor with a loud thump, the knife still sticking out of his throat as you quickly run into his room, grabbing a jacket and his truck keys before darting back out.

And your stomach turns.

He’s standing there. Perfectly fine.

He stands in front of your exit, his fingers wrapped around the handle of the knife, and he yanks the blade out, blood only gushing from his neck for a moment before you watch as the wound closes in just a few seconds. It takes a moment to realise he’s looking at you now, his key ring around your pinky finger as you stare at him in fear.

“No… Logan- Just hear me out-” You stutter as he approaches you, picking up the knife he threw to the floor as his walking becomes faster, backing you against a wall.

“What the fuck was-”

“I’m into knife play…” You spit it out as if it was a true confession. No, you weren’t into it. Or at least you’ve never tried it.

“You’re into knife play?” You nod your head. “Yea I knew that wouldn’t kill you.”

He stares at you for a long moment before speaking again.

“Well that’s good to know. Get in the bed.” He demands, taking a step back so you could manoeuvre into the bedroom. “Come on, clothes off.”

“Logan-”

“Clothes. Off.” He repeats, pointing towards the bed with the kitchen knife, and you finally listen. You watch from the bed as he lodges the knife between the crack of the door and the wall, pulling the door slightly to see if it could budge, and it doesn’t. “Knife play, huh?” He checks, moving to the bed and pulling your legs closer until they are hanging over the bed, and he settles himself between them. “Sounds fun.” He tells you, then suddenly reaches into the bedside draw, pulling out a pocket knife, flipping it to reveal a sharp blade. “Let me just make sure it’s sharp enough.” He grunts, lifting your arm, drawing the edge of the blade just barely over your forearm, and it easily leaves a paper like cut, making you wince. “Perfect.” He grabs the back of your thighs, and throws you further onto the bed, quickly crawling between your legs, the knife positioned on your stomach, keeping you still.

“Logan-”

“Shut up you fucking liar.” He growls, pushing his lips onto yours as he uses the knife to pull your panties aside, flipping the tool to rub your clit with the handle.

“Shit-”

“No, I said shut the fuck up.” He stops, and his eyes stare into yours.

Now you have a decision.

Let the asshole hurt you, and possibly walk away without getting fucked.

Or give into your desires.

The option wasn’t hard to decide.

“Sorry… daddy…” You moan, rocking your hips slightly, searching for some friction.

If you were going to be stuck here, you might as well enjoy it. But you weren’t too sure he would ever get over the knife kink after he was done with you.

“Daddy, hm?” He smirks, and you feel his body because less tense, less angry as he lies on top of you. “Stay still angel.” He tells you, putting the knife to the side for a moment as he pulls his shirt over his head, and your eyes stare at his body. It was like looking into a bag of freshly baked Hawaiian rolls. You might’ve made it a joke about wanting to bite him before. Being his ‘puppy,’ but now you really wanted to bite him. To taste him between your teeth.

Savour him.

“Mm… Please Logan…” You moan his name. You weren’t sure what had come over you, but now you wouldn’t be able to resist him. You need him.

“Begging too, I like it…” He reaches down, unbuttoning his jeans and removing his belt, tossing the belt to the side before tugging down his jeans slightly, and pulling out his cock, red and angry, already leaking precum. You wanted to just wrap your lips around him, feel him and taste him in your mouth, take him deep down in your throat. “Should see the ways your eyes are growing… Now you definitely look like a fucking puppy.” His lips attach to your throat, biting the lobe of your ear and tugging slightly as his hand rests on your waist, his other arm on the bed, being careful not to crush you this time.

His hand moves, lifting your waist slightly, and you take the hint. Wrapping your legs around his waist and he hooks his finger in the lace of your panties, pulling and breaking it easily before ripping them off completely and throwing them aside.

He pushes into you without any warning, not wanting to waste another second as his lips never leave your skin. You were slightly jealous, but you couldn’t even voice it, the only sounds that came from your throat were the pleasured moans drawn out by the thrusting of Logan's cock into your cunt, giving you to time to adjust as he ruts into you like a starved dog and you’re in heat. You loved it. It felt amazing. You’ve let plenty of larger men fuck you, but barely even thirty seconds into allowing Logan to fuck you, you already felt brainless. Jumbled words of desire, a few ‘daddy’ies and a couple ‘feels so good,’s all leaving your lips as he slams his hips against yours, his hands eventually gripping your thighs and spreading you further as he moves your legs to rest on his shoulders, you barely even notice the movements. Then he forces himself into you harder, his cock lathering your walls with your juices as he makes you cum, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let him use you like a doll.

A few minutes pass, and you weren’t sure when, you weren’t sure how, but you at some point move to sit on top of him, riding him like you had the energy of a twelve year old boy seeing the lego store in a mall,bouncing and rocking your hips like your job was just to fuck Logan, and his hips also rock against yours, his entire dick balls deep inside of you as you both lather what most would consider the most disgusting kisses all over eachother lips, spit and some tears from your own eyes covering eachothers lips as you both slobbily kiss eachother, his own lips eventually finding one of your nipples as he licks and bites it, your hands moving to his shoulders to keep yourself steady before his body suddenly shifts again, now you’re against the headboard, and he’s rutting into you again, the bed shaking viciously while his mouth smothers yours, and your mouth smother his.

Then his constant thrusting seems to get faster, and you feel your stomach tighten. You’re both close, and he doesn’t let up.

“Where, puppy… Tell me where…” He says with emotion laced in his face. You knew where he wanted you.

“Inside… Please Logan, inside…” He moans, his body rippling slightly and you feel his warmth seep through you, covering your walls in white. He thrusts a few more times before pressing another kiss to your mouth, more of a peck, then he rests his forehead on yours. “Does this mean you’re done with your stupid attitude?” He asks, you shake your head.

“You’ve gotta try harder than that…”

[stusbunker]

Spotless: En Cédant

Chapter Twenty Two

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Lee, Bobby, Sam, Annie, Kevin (mentioned)

Word Count: 2541

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, Aromantic Bela, more hints at bisexual Dean, unbeta'd

A/N: Dean's magazine interview is released and he asks a question he regrets.

Series Masterlist

Dean walked into the auditorium they’d been leasing for rehearsals with a gas station coffee and what John would have called a ‘piss-poor’ attitude. Sam had stayed over at Madison’s and gotten his own way to their last pre-tour play through. It was one of those rare mornings where their place felt too big, and Dean couldn’t kick the feeling that something was missing in his daily life. But it was too early for a pity party and too late to turn around and play hookey.

Not that he’d even dare that on this tour, not this close to showtime.

The energy in the hall did little to ease Dean’s annoyance, filled with quiet conspiring. Each person he nodded at seemed to be hiding a smirk or trying not to laugh out loud. Once he got to Lee, he’d had enough.

“Okay, what the fuck is with everybody today?”

Lee shook his head. “You don’t know, you poor bastard. Have you seen Trouble yet?”

“No— whyyyy?” Dean scanned the room littered with roadies and band members, lounging over the stage and the first rows of seats. 

“Look, man, it’s easier to show you than tell you.” Lee reached into his back pocket and pulled out a rolled up magazine, which was not what he was expecting. His sources of embarrassment primarily spread online these days.

But then he looked down and saw his own smug face staring back at him.

“Holy shit,” Dean said in a whisper.

“She’s got like a whole box of these, everybody’s read it or is currently reading it. It’s almost like you’re famous or inspirational or some shit.”

“Some shit is more like it,” Dean muttered and flipped to the page number next to the tagline, ‘Phantom Traveler’s frontman Rides the Road to Redemption’.

“Hey! Get your own!” Lee snatched the magazine out of his hand before he could get past the shot of him in Baby’s driver’s seat, eyebrows furrowed in the side view mirror.

“You sonuvabitch,” Dean threatened and went to steal it back when Bobby appeared with his ruffled mustache of disapproval.

“Okay, Fabio, go find Trouble, she’s got a whole case of those you’re supposed to sign before we get started.”

Dean wiped his face with his palm and braced himself for a long ass day. “Okay, any idea where she is?”

“First dressing room,” Bobby replied. “Don’t take too long, we want to run through some old stuff with Kevin so Charlie can plan out some lightwork with it, then we need to talk setlists for this weekend.”

“Yeah, of course, uh, I’ll be right back,” Dean said, turning to head to the pit. He turned and added over his shoulder. “At least I hope so.”

It was worse than Dean thought, but somehow also better than he’d expected from Meg.

Sam sat backwards on an old makeup stool as he read the article out loud, “‘even his timeless good looks couldn’t save him from the storm of controversy he unleashed after punching out photographer, Jared Bender, alienating his keyboardist and lifelong friend, Cas Novak to the point of leaving the band, and forcing his manager and mentor, Bobby Singer, to cancel their last North American tour with two months left.’”

Sam made a visible ‘yikes’ face and continued on as you listened, moving stacks of magazines around into manageable piles along the counter. 

“‘The man sitting across from me was neither the cocky dipshit I interviewed six years ago, nor was he the unstable egomaniac who caused those around him to walk on eggshells during their last tour. He was oddly zen, blunt as ever, and refreshingly humble.’---- Ha! Christ, did you pay her off?!” 

Dean decided he’d heard enough and cleared his throat. You froze and turned, but Sam just grinned wolfishly at him through the old spotted mirror, completely unsorry about being caught.

“There you are! Hot off the presses, man.” Sam flipped the copy he was reading towards Dean, which he caught against his chest with his free hand.

“Yeah, thanks,” Dean grunted, splashing some of his coffee as he stopped the magazine from falling to the floor. “How bad is it?”

You chuckled. “It’s not— well, for starters, it’s the freakin’ cover! I was not— she was being purposely vague about the whole thing, even which issue it was going to be— I am kind of in shock still.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Dean stared at the cover, unsure if he dared read it with an audience. After the silence got too heavy, he buried his own sick curiosity and looked at you to keep busy. “So, Bobby said you’ve got work for me?”

Dean smiled too late, catching you entirely deflate from his terrible segue.

“Uh— yeah, it’s only 100 copies. We’re sending them out to bundle with tickets for radio stations in every city.”

Dean walked across the small room, set down his coffee beside Sam’s rumpled magazine, and picked up one of the metallic Sharpies you had left out. “You sure they want just me signing these?”

“Dude— none of us are in any of the pictures. And besides just verifying some details, she didn’t interview any of us.”

Dean spun on his heel. “She asked you if I was lying about stuff?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t like that— it was more of her trying to catch you in consistencies.”

Dean raised his eyebrows at how that was exactly what he had said.

Sam huffed and started rambling. “I mean it was about the tone of the album and the cohesiveness. It wasn’t bad, God, okay?!”

“You’re not really reassuring me here, Sammy.”

“Look, I’m gonna go set up.” Sam stood up. “But, we’ll talk it out once you’ve read it, okay? Just get these signed, so we can figure out everything upstairs. Maybe then Bobby doesn’t have an aneurysm.”

“We can only hope,” you tucked on, which took the words out of Dean’s mouth.

Dean nodded, sighed, and popped off the cap of the marker. “Alright, let’s do this.”

Sitting around haphazardly sprawled across the theater seats, the band and immediate support personnel plotted the first stretch of the tour. Dates were set, venues, everything important, but the minutia had to be finalized so everyone knew where to be and when.

“We’re doing in studio stops with stations here and Vegas. But we are doing phone in interviews with San Diego, Phoenix and Albuquerque. We’ll talk more, but I think we’ve got stuff lined up once we hit Texas,” you rattled off to the group, pen in hand, laptop on your lap and phone in hand.

Bobby had his day planner open on his lap and Annie added things into her phone as you went. Dean kept his calendar app open, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary yet. Once the tour got underway, things got easier with the practiced dance, but until then he was jittery and brooding.

He hated the build up, but knew it’d be over soon.

“Dean— we gotta talk later, figure out when Bela will need passes. That goes for everyone, please let me know who you’re bringing each night so I can submit the names to each venue.”

“How is that your job on top of everything else?” Bobby asked.

“You want to do it?” You countered, coyly.

Everyone laughed. Lee threw a balled up receipt at the back of Dean’s head, but he just flipped him off.

“Need to get you an assistant,” Bobby muttered, but Dean didn’t think it was a bad idea. 

The meeting continued, plans for press stops and casual drop ins for the first leg were cemented with your approval. The band’s image meant everything to you, not just because it was your job, Dean knew it was a deep seated loyalty and faith in them, both as individuals and as a unit, a family. You worked harder for them than any mere publicist would. 

And that genuineness came through to the fans. 

Then that respect and admiration was reciprocated. Sure, there were ones who were closer to obsessed than others, but even Becky, the fanclub president, had cooled down over the years. Things might get awkward amongst the masses, but it wasn’t dangerous. And it had been awhile since anybody had asked for a lock of his hair during an autograph session. 

He didn’t miss that.

Dean switched apps and snapped some quick shots of the group from where he sat, dazed and tired from the meeting, but still together and looking good. He typed a quick caption to the post: ‘Can’t wait to see y’all again soon, we’re back baby.’ He even remembered to tag the band’s account before posting. But he knew you’d go through and add hashtags and pin people’s accounts to their faces in each shot, eventually.

For now, he was just grateful that he was still doing what he loved with his people.

Not much later, Bobby called it and everybody agreed to meet at Elizabeth’s. After securing all the equipment and hugging Charlie goodbye, Dean helped you haul the boxes of magazines to Bobby’s truck to be mailed out later.

“You want to ride with us? Got that scheduling stuff to hammer out anyway,” Dean cleared his throat and nodded towards Baby on the far edge of the parking ramp.

“Uh, Sam left with Kevin, but yeah,” you said, looking over to Bobby and Annie. “See you guys there?”

“Sounds good,” Annie said.

“Drive safe,” Bobby warned and held the door open for his wife.

Dean felt weird with his empty hands and you bent over with your bag and your laptop case, but you seemed to manage. “How are you feeling about things? How long we got before shit explodes with that article?”

You hummed in estimation, “about nine hours? East Coast will get to it first so it’s gonna be another early day.” 

“Brutal.”

“It will keep me busy, but it will be a good busy. I’m sure of it,” you promised.

Dean huffed. “If you say so.”

He unlocked the passenger side door and held it open for you, the familiar creak in the hinge the only sound in the cement tomb of the parking garage. But it didn’t feel creepy, it felt nice to be alone and out at night. With you.

He let you drag your stuff into the footwell and made sure not to get your sweater caught in the door as he closed it. He rounded the front bumper and got into his spot. “Alrighty, let’s go get stuck in traffic for an hour.”

You smiled at him, without looking up from swiping through your phone.

“You posted?!” you shrieked in surprise not five minutes later.

“With my own two thumbs and everything,” Dean teased back.

“They are loving this.--- Dean, it’s already got like over a thousand comments.”

Hey, he could do the internet charm, when he wanted to.

“What are they sayin’? They pumped to see us live?” 

“Definitely! And then the usual: speculation on Lee and Pam, people begging you to father their children—” you laugh fondly, like at a child showing off a well known skill. “Kevin is starting to get a sort of following, and the younger crowd brings more enthusiasm. Plus, people are already speculating how long during each set before Sam loses his shirt.”

Dean cackled. “Sweaty bastard, even with all the box fans.”

He pulled them onto the freeway and wedged in where he could amongst the chaos, careful to leave breathing room for his girl.

“When you’re all done with that, we can talk Bela at the shows. I’m guessing you meant you want her backstage and easily seen from the audience and all that?”

“Pretty much, but also what works around what she’s doing. She can’t exactly tour with you guys, but we gotta make it look like she’s doing her damndest to.”

You spent a few minutes going through your notifications while Dean turned up the radio a bit to keep him occupied through the stop and go traffic. Must be a game somewhere, he thought passingly.

“So, uh—- how much longer do you think we gotta do this act? Seems like I’m looking pretty good these days in the eyes of the public. And if you’re sure Meg’s article will be good press—”

You put down your phone and turned on the bench seat to lean your arm along the back of it, putting Dean entirely in your focus. He swallowed and looked back at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Where’s this coming from? I thought it was working out good with Bela?” You were trying for neutral, he could feel it. But you were upset. Or alarmed at least.

“It is— just not really sustainable for the long run. Eventually she’s gonna find somebody she actually wants to date and I’m gonna be gone for like the next year.”

You tilted your head to the side. “Bela’s aromantic, Dean. She isn’t interested in relationships at all.”

“Wait— what? That’s a thing? Chicks do that?”

You glared at him. Shit.

He licked his lips and wiped his palm on the thigh of his jeans. “Okay, but people probably know that, right?”

“Yeah, but people have a way of thinking that eventually she’s gonna meet the right person and ‘settle down’.”

Dean groaned. “Are we playing up a shitty stereotype? Am I being a bad ally?”

You rolled your eyes. “Dean, shut up. You didn’t know, which I find odd, but I’ll talk to Bela about that.---- And we’re not getting graded on your allyship, because frankly that is an entirely different conversation.”

Dean closed his eyes against the accusation but got back into driver mode quick enough to remain safe. He sighed.

“Anyway, I was just curious if there is a timeline or an escape clause or something when the label won’t cut off my nuts for being officially single again.”

You turned back to face the dashboard and picked your phone back up. “I cannot believe you can’t keep it in your pants for one tour, Dean. Groupies and fucking syphilis boosters cannot be that fun.”

Dean swerved, but righted the car. 

“HEY! Nobody said anything about wanting to get my dick wet! I was just asking a question. You don’t gotta be shitty about it.”

Dean swallowed back his retort about not needing easy hook ups because Bela was more than on board for helping fill that particular outlet, but he had already dug himself into a hole tonight.

He inhaled and worked on calming himself down. He realized he was more hurt than anything, that that’s where your mind went for his reasoning. 

That was how you saw him.

He wasn’t a dog, not anymore at least. And if he had been for the few years after Jo’s death, it was something he had to get himself through. He should not feel ashamed for enjoying life. 

But apparently somewhere along the line you’d grown a superiority complex.

Your opinion shouldn’t matter. He only had to answer to himself at the end of the day. But shouldn’t didn’t equal doesn’t.

Which made him feel even more pathetic.

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Chapter 23: Furia

[qoldenskies]

Just read your canary continuity and holy shit was I not prepared. I actually had to step away and calm myself down from the brink of having a panic attack MULTIPLE times while reading it (that's not necessarily a bad thing, btw, it's just that hyperempathy towards a character that I admire got hands).

It's just....the slow escalation. The way you legitimately can't tell that something's wrong at first because yeah, sometimes brothers are kind of dickish to each other, it happens, no biggie, and then it starts getting into "wait, why are they being a bunch of ableist fucks all of a sudden", and then it gets into true psychological horror territory. The way the curse takes any frustration that they might have had about Donnie's behavior- maybe not even directed at him, but maybe frustration about "god, I wish I could make things easier for my autistic brother, it sucks that he has to go through this"- and twisting it entirely on its head to make them mad at HIM for showing those traits. The way it takes their existing personality traits and twists them into something more dark and sinister- like yes, this is making me realize Leo could genuinely be a terrifying villain if he had less of a strict moral code, because he gets people. He knows what makes them tick, and he knows how to potentially wear people down until they finally snap if he ever wanted to, and seeing the curse take that part of him and use it.....it was chilling, to say the least.

Not to mention that a part of them is never really going to be fully recovered from this. The trust that Donnie has had broken is probably going to take years to build back up, and they're probably going to feel like they have to walk on eggshells around him for a long ass time. Especially Leo, god. To know that you did that to your twin, the person who's supposed to be like another extension of you, to know that you broke their trust in you and their love so thoroughly that you might never get that bond back.....no wonder he's so desperate to try and fix things, and behaving irrationally because of it.

This is super long, but I just want to say that this is an amazing fic that you've written, and....if it's not too much to ask, can you give reassurance that things will at least go back to some semblance of normalcy at the end of all this? Like, they won't be permanently broken and their relationships will heal as much as they possibly can? I can tolerate as much hurt as you please as long as it has a happy ending [pleading emoji] (Also I have a theory that Donnie is suffering from nosebleeds either because of the massive amount of head trauma that he probably got in that last fight OR because severing his ninpo or w/e is doing fucky wucky things to his immune system and I am AFRAID)

!!!! I LOVEEEEE LONG ASKS HELLOOOOOOOOOO yeasss

i can guarantee a happy ending, yes!!! i do plan on writing an epilogue oneshot that takes place ten months after CW ends (and CW will end on a happier, hopeful note!), which will show the kind of normalcy they settled into after everything settles down!! they'll get there, its just going to be a . MESS first lmfao

and ohhh yeah writing leo has also helped me discovered how terrible he has the potential to be,,, even recovering and guilty he weaponizes these skills against them (when he lashes out at raph in ch5 and calls back to the family meeting is a very good example), its a side of leo i really like exploring!! he's so tactical in his manipulation and in canon that's usually used in harmless, funny ways, but it takes a NASTY twist here as the curse takes advantage of it. and its especially painful using it on donnie, who is the least perceptive and the most likely to fall for it :( he kind of slayed in caged lungs though he was so delightfully awful

anywhizzles EATING THIS ASK IN MY MOUTH IT IS ALL HIGH PRAISE!!! hope youre doing well!! <3333

[acethetically-bway]

i think we need to spend a minute, or several, talking about the al-anon questionnaire that fiona canonically got a “perfect score” on (TWs for alcoholism/self harm):

imagine little fiona realizing frank loves alcohol more than her and her siblings for the first time and carrying that with her all the way until season 9 when she takes this test 😭 also makes me think of her giving him the ultimatum as his liver is failing and realizing that if he is gonna stop (which he’s not, but regardless), he’s not gonna do it for her. it honestly hurts more to think of the fact that she took this test years AFTER giving him that ultimatum and making that realization, meaning that she *still* deep down, at almost 30 years old, thinks he’d stop if he really loved her.

i can also just picture her heart sinking when she sticks her little kid nose just a bit too close to frank and the strong smell of booze just radiates off of him and makes her nostrils burn. also holy shit #9 (and others on this list too tbh) has me thinking about the wifeification of fiona and how she has to be the one to placate frank and walk around eggshells with him, otherwise he’ll go off the rails and hurt her (or worse, her siblings). because they’re just kids and they’ll say shit without knowing any better, and by that point it’s too late. imagine fiona coaching the others on how to act when frank’s around, telling them exactly what to avoid saying so they don’t set him off and incur his drunken wrath. her letting frank steal their money because it’s better to just give him what he wants and get him out of their hair than to challenge him (until she and her brothers are physically strong enough to fight back.)

PLEASE AGH IF FRANK WASNT AN ALCOHOLIC FIONA WOULD’VE HAD A NORMAL CHILDHOOD WITH A PRESENT AND LOVING FATHER!! she wouldn’t have had to be a mom to her siblings, she wouldn’t have to worry about money constantly bc frank would be there to hold down a stable 9-5 job, she wouldn’t have such a fucked up view of love/men in general (“i can handle men trying to fuck me, i’ve been doing it since i was nine”), and she might not have gone to jail or become an alcoholic herself. she could’ve gone off to college on a track scholarship and made something of herself. and if she had just been better at controlling frank and been good enough for him to love and stay sober for at the age of NINE then none of this bullshit would’ve happened. oh this is my final straw istg.

there’s a story behind #18 i can FEEL IT oh god it makes me wonder if she ever actually made those types of threats *to* frank or if she just kinda intrusively fantasized about it. like “if he saw me bleeding out or sick or on the brink of death, would he still choose drinking over me?” and #19 genuinely i wanna know the details, like she obviously has anger issues but confused and depressed?? perhaps a shift from one to the other over time, like as a kid her predominant state was one of confusion and then as a teenager it turned to depression and it’s now just festering as this lingering resentment and bitterness because of the walls she’s built up and how she’s so stuck in her current life. she’s so independent but also so dependent on her siblings for a purpose and even on frank, because the course of her day/week/life depends on his behaviors (if he needs their money, if he’s exploiting the younger kids, if his actions/crimes put her or her family in danger).

[melefim]

Swearing in Dead Boy Detectives: Shit

Overview:

Shit was said a total of 48 times, in all 8 episodes and by 8 different characters.

Uses Per Episode:

Shit is said in all 8 episodes of the show, one of only 4 words to do so.

Episode 1: 4

Episode 2: 9

Episode 3: 7

Episode 4: 2

Episode 5: 9

Episode 6: 4

Episode 7: 7

Episode 8: 6

Uses Per Character:

Shit is said by 8 different characters.

Charles: 5

Crystal: 32

Jenny: 5

Esther: 1

The Cat King: 1

Kingham: 1

Hunter: 1

Twitchy Richie: 2

Percent of Total:

Shit is used 48 times, which is 14.9% of cursing in the show.

Variations:

There are 6 variations of the word used in the show, with the most popular being Shit, which was used 20 times.

Shit: 20

Holy Shit: 12

Bullshit: 11

Shits: 2

Shitty: 2

BS: 1

Rankings:

Total Uses: Shit comes in third for total uses, being said 48 times.

Number of Episodes: Shit is one of only four curse words that is said in all 8 episodes- the others are Fuck, Ass, and God.

Most Uses of a Word in a Single Episide: Shit holds 2 of the top 11 spots

Total Characters: Shit’s 8 characters puts it in 3rd place.

Favorite Word: Shit is one of Crystal’s favorite words, tied with God at 32 uses each. It is also Twitchy Richie’s favorite- he says it twice.

Shit is the only curse word Kingham says that Litty does not.

Curse Word Variations: It is tied in 2nd place with Hell for most variations, with 6 each.

Lines:

Episode 1:

Crystal: Holy shit, did you take some of my memories? I don't have some screwed-up amnesia, you took them.

Jenny: Maybe you catch someone on a good day and they care about you for like a minute, and then they go right back to caring about all their own bullshit.

Crystal: Holy shit. (Edwin tells her about girl turned into small piece of plastic)

Charles: Look Edwin, you're the smart one, and I'm the one who does shit like this.

Episode 2:

Crystal: Ok, props for the like, Herculean-level effort, but vandalizing my shit isn't getting us anywhere.

Jenny: Whatever angsty, John Hughes-level bullshit that's going on in here, just do it more quietly.

Crystal: Oh, shit. Sorry. (Almost runs into Niko)

Crystal: Oh my god, holy shit! (Niko collapses)

Crystal: Oh my God! Holy shit, how does today keep getting more disgusting? (Looks at Paranormal Parasitics book)

Crystal: Oh, shit, uh... (Sees sprite-controlled Niko in butcher shop)

Jenny: Just cut the weird shit. Or I'll like evict you

Kingham: For real, it smells like dog shit in there.

Crystal: Niko? Holy shit, your hair!

Episode 3:

Crystal: Holy shit, who knew this town was such a Mecca for troubled ghosts?

Crystal: So ok, if we figure out what sent that piece of shit dad over the edge, we can what? free the family?

Crystal: And if I have to hear that goddamn song one more time, I am gonna lose my shit.

Crystal: Oh shit, yes. (They haven't found a radio)

Crystal: I am done wasting my energy on your fuck-boy bullshit.

Crystal: Holy shit, we actually did.

Esther: Quit loitering you little shits.

Episode 4:

Crystal: Sorry, I've just been dealing with some shitty stuff with my ex.

Charles: I sure as hell couldn't stop my dad from beating the shit out of me.

Episode 5:

Crystal: Holy shit! (Waking up from nightmare)

Hunter: Cops say it was alcohol poisoning at this party, but that's BS.

Twitchy Richie: They were dicks who treated people like shit.

Twitchy Ritchie: She got aggressive, making threats and shit.

Crystal: You walk around acting like the sun always shines, and then you lost your shit while beating the Night Nurse. Edwin and I are walking on eggshells around you instead of just saying 'what the actual fuck?'

Charles: I've got some heavy shit that I need to sort out. I get it. Just… God, I really wanted them to be good guys

Crystal: It's a really shitty thing to have in common.

Crystal: Hey Jenny? Hey, what's with the fl- Holy shit.

Charles: You tossers really hurt some people. You were cruel just for the shits.

Episode 6:

Crystal: So no, I didn't read the stupid tree! … Shit.

Crystal: OK, enough uh, emotional bullshit.

The Cat King: Oh God, the handsome face, the little kiss, bullshit astrology.

Jenny: Stop that bullshit right now.

Episode 7:

Crystal: Holy shit, you're still alive?

Crystal: What kind of bullshit is that?

Crystal: Fucking bullshit, like I can't help.

Charles: Bullshit. When did you go to school here for reals?

Crystal: Holy shit, Jenny. You shouldn't be here!

Crystal: Just cut this shit!

Crystal: Oh, bullshit. A good detective does what he has to in order to close the case.

Episode 8:

Crystal: Am I ever wrong about this shit?

Crystal: My parents won't say shit, they don't even--

Crystal: Yeah, well blame my parents. Holy shit!

Jenny: Fuck that! That is bullshit!

Crystal: Shit (digging Niko out of rubble)

Crystal: She probably put a, like, kill-you-instantly spell or some witchy shit on the door.

Notes:

Jenny almost says it one more time in episode 5- it looks and sounds to me like she was going to say ‘bullshit’ at the end of her “I will take my wine and murder documentaries over this bu-“ but was interrupted by Maxine.

In episode 8, Esther has the line: Oh, shoot. Or as the French say, merde.

‘Merde’ is French for ‘shit’

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More Dead Boy Detectives Swearing Posts:

Masterlist

Swearing by Episode

Swearing by Character

Swearing by Word

All Swearing Posts

And if you like lists of things like I do, you can check out my other Dead Boy Detectives ones here!

When Charles’ Shirt Colors Change

George Rextrew’s Edwin comic inspo board

Full soundtrack with timestamps

Moves, Incidents, and Cases Masterlist

First pass at finding where the songs in the score are used- full post with timestamps in progress

[itsohh]

oh the update was soooo good, Caleb is such a good addition and I had some thoughts (spoilers for main story, Caleb bond and limited)

I loved the interrogation scene

Caleb putting a face on but then whispering like yess

more voiced mc let's gooooo

afterwards when they hugged and she was crying?? YES THATS THE GOOD STUFF UGH

I love how natural they feel together

Like yeah he's a lil insane but I really do love friends to lovers it really just has more chemistry

She took those pills and I was like 'those are drugs don't take em' AND WHAT HAPPENED OH THEY WERE I told you so girl

No hesitation in shooting that door lock yes queen 👑

I can't stop thinking about how under prepared mc would be if she didn't spend all that time with sylus

Low-key the fleet feels more like walking on eggshells and more dangerous than the N109 zone

At the end when they mention onychinus bro I was like 'good luck fucking around with my other bf'

I love how complex their relationship is, like yeah he literally kidnapper and drugged her but she misses him sooo much, like going all that time thinking he was dead does shit to a mf

That being said I mean it's not her first time being knocked out and kidnapped

This? 👇 Had me screaming like YESS MC tear shit UP

Man it must have KILLED him inside to let her go back to linkon. Like he was really nonchalant about MC being passive aggressive and straight up aggressive to him but I bet he was loosing it inside

He would so love to lock her away forever but put that aside for her happiness

Which is so fucked up honestly ❤️

His bond was literally like 'oh so you have also been a psycho huh'

and I love them for doing that

PLEASE 👇

His myth felt like it should have been part of the main storyline, I understand why because it's romantic but ehhhh

That being said I mean everyone be like 'i want a man that will match my freak' forget that MC matches HIS freak

Put me down as scared and horny he really is the winter soldier

THIS conversation, holy shit MC in this scene? lady is bad ass and I love her

that metal arm is so hot ngl

Ngl I think this is the best execution of a yandere I've ever seen, Caleb feels so realistic

Oh he scratches that ich so bad I love him

10/10 LI great work Infold

[ryp3004]

Rebecca tells Michael before she tells her parents. He... Didn't react the way she thought he would. She thought he'd be excited... Or at least react, but it's fine. It's a lot at once so she's not upset, though it's weird that he's not answering her calls anymore.

Looks like she'll have to tell her parents by herself.

Her parents rage. Screaming vile things, admitting every twisted thought they'd had about her, their daughter, since she was born. How she ruins everything they have ever worked for. How ungrateful and selfish she is. And most of all, how could she?

Rebecca leaves with just the clothes on her back, flipping them off behind her. She can hear Adam's mocking tone as she drives away.

"You'll be back, Rebecca. You can't survive on your own and you'll finally get it through your thick skull that you need us."

Fuck him. He doesn't know what he's talking about, him or Lucille. She's not on her own, she has Michael, and Emma, even though they haven't talked in ages. This will be fine.

...

Michael breaks up with her. Tells her he'll send her money like that's what she cares about. Just leaves her, alone and scared and pregnant and she's just a kid herself, she can't do this!

...

Emma.

She calls Emma.

Emma finally picks up on the fourth try.

"What?"

"Emma? Hey, it's Becca. I know we haven't talked in a while..."

"Becca? It's, like, it's 2 in the morning."

"I know, I'm sorry, I just... I need help, Emma. I fucked up."

Emma scoffs and Rebecca feels tears stinging at her eyes.

"Becca, I tried to do this the easy way but I guess you're just not getting it. We aren't friends anymore. I'm 19 years old, I'm not gonna be bumming around with a 16 year old."

Rebecca feels the hot tears stream down her face.

"Emma, I'm pregnant." Her voice cracks.

There's a pause on the other end.

"Okay? Good for you, I guess. Don't call me again."

And she hangs up.

And Rebecca is all alone again.

...

She makes it a week before going back home, her mother sitting in the living room reading her kindle.

"Are you done throwing your tantrum yet?"

...

And that's how it goes for the next eight months.

She walks on eggshells around Adam and Lucille, not engaging with them. It's easier this way. For all of them.

Ryanne Marie Prince is born on April 4th. A healthy baby girl. She's... She's perfect. Rebecca never knew that she could love something as much as she loves this little pink bundle in her arms. Every sound she makes, every yawn, everything.

She sends Michael a post card with a picture attached as a courtesy. It'd be criminal to hide this perfect little thing from the guy that helped make her. And there's a vindictive little voice in her head that relishes in the idea of him realizing how badly he fucked up.

She graduates high school on time, surprisingly. Her upbringing made her damn good at multitasking. She gets a job at a bank, just to be able to afford everything Ryanne needs.

She thinks the biggest surprise was her parents.

They love Ryanne.

They constantly dote on her, and watch her without having to ask.

And Rebecca has to admit that it hurts.

She can't remember them ever looking at her that way.

Ryanne is 3 when she gets a letter.

It's a man willing to finance her education t- holy shit. Holy shit, Hollywood U!?

It's a dream come true for Rebecca, but it takes her three weeks to respond yes to whoever it is that sent the letter. It takes a month for her to tell her parents.

They're angry, of course, but it's more resigned. Rebecca's not a teenager anymore. She has her own money, her own career, and now she'll have a place three hours away from them.

"What about Ryanne?" Lucille asks, voice quite so she doesn't disturb the sleeping toddler.

"I was actually gonna ask for your help with that..." Rebecca says, and she's nervous for the first time in a while about what her parents think. Has she done enough for them? Do they love Ryanne enough to make up for it?

"Fine. But you are still her mother, Rebecca. You need to be responsible. You aren't abandoning her with us."

Rebecca bristles, an angry flush on her face.

"I would never abandon Ryanne. Don't you ever imply that again. If it comes down to it, fuck Hollywood U, I'd move her in with me."

Lucille rolls her eyes but that's that.

Rebecca's going to Hollywood U.

Rebecca's going to direct movies.

And even though she already misses Ryanne, the tears of her goodbye driving a stake through her heart, this is the lightest she's felt in 20 years.

She just hopes Ryanne will understand when she's older.

[fafayayarhen]

Have you considered

France x Austria

Austria x England

Austria x Russia

and much more?

AS A MATTER OF FACT YES I DIDDLY DOODLY HAVE ANON, hear ye as one of the connoisseur of APH Austria we have this knack of multi-shipping our princess for reason that he makes such good material for it backed by the historical precedent, never forget Matthias Corvinus' "Where Mars gives other kingdoms, Venus gives to thee," in regards to the Habsburgs' renowned marriage strategy!

✨ Now buckle up anon ✨

France x Austria : historically the most disastrous and problematic and terrifying nightmare fuel for the rest of the continent. In fact, some 80% of the conflict had been because of these bitches' rivaling houses having beef with each other. Think the popular pretty girl VS the other popular pretty girl type of dynamic but when they're working together it's both the worst thing possible for everyone and each other because both will stab the shit out of one another. I love them.

It's very possible on a more intimate level the two are able to get along for the fact they're very much two sides of the same coin and are simply dressed differently is all. Both would know the worst of each other and their most vulnerable, I feel their intimacy and bed related activities would be wild — smth smth sex is the rawest form of expression to relinquish control and they'd delve into it. Romantic wise I can see the two being the type to go, "Love doesn't suit our rotten souls."

England X Austria : they're quite an interesting one to me! Anon and everyone will notice a pattern here that I go more for a historical basis route and damn it it's because I remember them better than having to go search through canon material sO — anyhow, Anglo-Austrian relation is a real thing as much as it was quite a... Unique situation between the two. There were the Austrian Anglophiles who insists an alliance with them is efficient to oppose the French (it's always the French)

As much as both had the knack of not fulfilling their end of the bargain to each other as promised because of "changing circumstances". Like we saw in that one episode where England upped and left Austria be during the war of the Austrian succession because he just wanted to beat up France, yeah? That example was demonstrated several more times between the two in the course of their supposed alliance. Roderich and Arthur would have this dancing around one another type of thing going on because they strike me as the type to be more calculative before ever getting personally close when both were the huge superpowers in that time period. And given the British and Spanish had already existing beef whilst the Spanish and Austrian Habsburg branch were united as is, you can see the conflict of interest that created the "they'll be good if we need to kick the French but also our Spanish relatives are important but hurm,"

Personally it was that incident during when the Spanish forces were trying to recapture Gibraltar from the English that lends to this complex dynamic because they asked helped from the Austrians for support only for, whatever REASON, they backed the English forces. This was in the 1700s I believe? I'd like to think England may have bedded the pretty Austrian for that LMFAO.

Russia X Austria : Whew. Okay this one has been quite the guilty pleasure for me ngl. Smth about the domineering force that was the Russian empire, the menacing bear that is Vanya and considering the number of fairly decent alliances the Austrian maintained with their Russians (partitions, holy league, etc.) Roddi and Vanya would have an amicable relationship. I'd think Roderich would have had the sense of walking on eggshells around this person for reason he can just tell at first glance to thread carefully or be at the mercy of whatever Russia would choose to impose of him.

Something like a faux compliance from the most dangerous beast for the pretty sweetling, giving Roderich this false sense of control that maintains the apparent "harmony" of the relationship. They're actually so interesting ngl that I'm sure there's a number of pretty good historical references to grow them with!

Honourable mentions that have been lingering in the back of my mind that aren't the big popular ones —

• Turkiye X Austria : COFFEE CULTURE!! also coughs they have the kind of enemies to lovers vibe I dig

• Poland X Austria : wouldn't you know it that not only during the partitions were the Austrians most lenient towards their polish citizens but consider many times, they had been allies too — I believe marriage arrangements between their monarchs were planned as well but unfortunately couldn't come to fruition

• Netherlands X Austria : Okay here we go babes before they were Netherlands they were the low countries and under whose house if not the HRE and then the Habsburgs by way of claim through marriage to the Spanish for inheritance, and if not ship material why did they have good relations including an Austrian monarch marrying into the Dutch to help them fix up governance and they flourished? Also tallest man bagging the prettiest princess who was once married to his rival (Spain) is the single funniest addition to this

• Denmark X Austria : Listen. I haven't seen many touch into this but not only do they share actual pastry influence with each other, during the second Schleswig-Holstein conflict, it was by the Prussians recruiting the Austrians they managed to beat the Danish and I imagined it was the princess straight up stabbing the shit out of Denmark that had the Dane be horny at first sight and well, when you're the winner of the war you'd want to get your spoils, no?

[hi-i-love-u-bitch]

Honestly, despite all it's drama and toxicity and mischaracterization of certain characters in fics and art, the Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss fandom isn't the worst fandom I've been in, actually kind of pleasant. Compare that to when I rejoined the TMNT fandom last year after years of just keeping to myself because the first time I left it was due to the fandoms toxicity and the rampant amounts of incest that was popular. Now it's more like walking on eggshells, one wrong move and a witch hunt is set upon you. I've seen that shit happen in real time, it was so fucked up! A lot of artists were driven out because of either bullying or accusation from upset ROTTMNT fans. And don't even get me started with fuck ROTTMNT fans! They sucked the fun out of everything especially if you preferred other variations of TMNT that were NOT ROTTMNT. They are just so obsessed with bringing this show back and like at first their determination was kind of admirable but after a while it starts to get annoying because they try to stick it into every conversation they have even when it's NOT TMNT related! And god forbid people have differing headcannons on the Turtles that aren't already widely accepted by the ROTTMNT fandom, especially their sexualities, because then you're a "bad person" for having a different opinion. Like holy shit! I can't ever have any fun in this fandom for real! The Hellverse fandom may have it's problems but at least they're entertaining! Fuck, sorry for ranting 😅

[wicked--loving--lies]

Diffuse (The Last of Us)

I've been thinking about how in the game, Tommy and Maria argue about him taking Ellie to the Fireflies, then she just walks away pissed and he goes after Ellie with Joel and doesn't get back to Jackson until dusk and she's probably at home by then thinking he just took off on her without further discussion or preparation because she switched her radio off to spite him after they argued and hunkered down in one of the buildings for a while to cool off before returning to Jackson. So here's how that all plays out.

The trip back from the dam is quiet, tense, spent replaying the afternoon’s events on an endless loop in her head. How they’d argued. How she’d thrown her hands in the air and walked away. How she’s now out three horses. And worse yet, how they’d left things. 

If Maria knows her husband, and she’s pretty damn sure she does, he’s already halfway to wherever his brother needs him to take that little girl. And God knows where the brother is. She’s got half a mind to go after him, hunt him down before he can get too far, and do - what? Beat the shit out of him? It’s what she’d wanted to do earlier, only restraining herself because there was a kid present. But now, yeah, she’d like to hit him.

The rattling of Jackson’s gate, the creaking of an overburdened cart’s wheels as it’s hauled through. It turns Maria’s stomach. 

In an attempt to remain professional, she wears the face of an unshakeable leader like a mask and wishes her team well as they disperse to their homes. Surely by now people are catching on, but that’s a problem for another day. More likely than not, she won’t even have a husband to gossip about come tomorrow. 

Her eyes land on the handful of families still waiting, the hope in their faces slowly fading as they begin to realize. Bitterness churns in her gut when she tells them what happened to their husbands and fathers at the dam, resentment that she’s here holding them up alone. Clinging to her persona, Maria gives them her time, her arms to fall into, until she’s left stumbling, emotionally depleted, back to an empty house. 

She forgoes dinner, instead retreating upstairs to peel off soggy, stinking clothing and wash off a week’s worth of dirt and grime. Rubbing steam from the bathroom mirror with the corner of her towel, she takes stock of herself. Exhausted, run-down, emotionally spent. 

Mottled bruising covers her right shoulder, and when she reaches up to check the tenderness of the abused skin, her eyes fall on the simple gold band. Maria twists it around her finger, angry and hurt, as she replays the afternoon once again. How the brother showed up, Tommy’s unabashed glee. How she’d kept her mouth shut, walked on eggshells for fear of ruining it. Should’ve blown his damn head off the minute he tested the gate. Mouth set in an angry line, she removes the ring from her finger and sets it on the vanity. 

When she goes downstairs to lock up for the night, the sun is just beginning to set, casting a pink glow over the living room. She’s overcome with a deep sense of loneliness, the sudden urge to cry over a house too quiet, the atmosphere all wrong. 

“Maria.” 

She whirls around, legs weak. “Holy shit, Tommy!” He’s emerging from the kitchen, slowly approaching. A hand pressed to her heart, she leans on the arm of the sofa to steady herself. “You scared the living shit out of me!”

“I’m sorry.” Tommy rests a dirt-stained hand on her upper arm, thumb stroking, and meets her eyes pleadingly. “I’m sorry.”

Passing relief becomes quickly overshadowed by the cold memory of the afternoon. “Where’s the kid.”

“With Joel. We ran into some more bandits out there, fought ‘em off. Guess at some point he had a change of heart, and - look, it don’t matter. He left with her. It’s done.” Tommy shakes his head and sighs. “But Maria, we really need to-”

With an irritated scoff, she pulls her arm away. “Look, it has been a really long day. Whatever you need to get off your chest can wait until tomorrow.”

She turns for the stairs, frustration pinning her eyes forward, and goes up to bed alone. 

As exhausted as she is, though, both physically and mentally, sleep won’t come. Maria tosses and turns, her battered body too sore and achy to get comfortable, her mind too unsettled.

She’s not sure what time it is when the door creaks open, but she’s no closer to sleep now than she’d been when she laid down. The mattress dips beside her and she tenses, feigning sleep as Tommy curls around her, all soft and smelling of lye soap.

“I know you ain’t asleep yet.” His arms around her tighten, a desperate embrace. “Can you just talk to me?”

“Fine,” Maria says, frustrated both by exhaustion and his insisting on doing this now when it will inevitably lead to at least one of them being up all night, then squirms away and sits with her back against the headboard. “Can you help me understand why? Is it that you feel some unwarranted obligation to him? Or to the Fireflies?”

The bed frame squeaks as he settles in next to her, his arms crossed. “It ain’t like that-”

“Then what is it like?” she demands, the irritation from earlier bubbling back to the surface. “Because it damn well looked that way to me, like you were just ready to up and walk away from the life we’ve built here. And for what?” 

“Well, for a whole goddamn lot, actually,” he says defensively.

“I’m sure. Do you know how many bodies we loaded onto the cart today? More than were walking alongside it, that’s for sure.”

He flinches, softens. “Jesus Christ, baby, I know-”

But she’s far from finished. “And the horses, Tommy, three of our horses. You know how much we depend on them.”

“Maria. Honey, you’re not lettin’ me finish. And I brought back the damn horses. Well, two of them at least, but that ain’t what we’re talkin’ about here.” A heavy sigh as he struggles for words. “Look, before we took off, I didn’t tell you everything.”

She waits for him to continue, exercising every modicum of patience she’s got left in her as he gathers his thoughts.

“It was more than just a favor, see. The Fireflies, they’ve still got doctors at that lab of theirs workin’ on a cure. And somebody had to get that girl to them, help them finally finish it.”

“And somehow a kid is going to help with that? If you’re trying to convince me this whole thing was somehow justified-”

“The kid’s immune.”

Maria snorts indignantly. “Jesus, Tommy. Are you even hearing yourself.” 

“I know,” he placates. “But someone had to do it - or to try, at least.”

“It didn’t have to be you. Do you know how hard it was coming back here today? All those people we lost, all their families…” She swallows hard, the weight of it all stacked heavy on her shoulders. “I needed you here, and where were you? Ready to ride off on some hero’s journey for a fucking pipe dream cure…” 

“Maria-”

“And for your fucking brother, of all people? All the things that man put you through, the way he treated you-” She takes his face in her hands, makes him look at her. “You’re forgetting that I saw you, Tommy. I saw who you were when you first got here… You don’t owe any of them anything.”

In the dimness of the room, his eyes are barely visible, but there’s enough light she can see them shining. 

“Maria,” he starts again, His hands landing solidly on her shoulders, probably to try to reassure her, but instead eliciting a pained gasp. He pauses, frowning. “Hey, you okay?”

“Goddamnit, yes, I’m fine,” she snaps. “Just sore after the raid earlier. I’m fine.”

“I’m sorry.” His hands fall, coming to rest gently on the top of her thigh, forehead tipped against hers. It’s not what she wants, she doesn’t think, but it makes her throat close up. 

“I’ve been here the whole time,” she says finally, voice thick. “Talked you through all the nightmares, all your stories about the Fireflies and your brother and - and I felt like things were finally getting better. Like we were happy.”

“I know, baby. We are happy.” His nose nudges hers, ready to put this conversation to bed. But he’d wanted to have it, they’re having it. Maria turns away. 

“Then he just shows up and it’s like none of the past few years even happened. Like he just had you shelved until he was ready to start using you again.” She inhales deeply, fingers curling around his. “And I’m just supposed to sit back and watch you get sucked into all that again. No fucking way.”

“It wasn’t gonna be like that. Quick round trip, I know those roads better’n anyone. I was always comin’ back.” He gathers her to him, her head coming to rest on his shoulder. “As long as you’re here, I’m always comin’ back.”

Goddamnit. She sniffles against his neck, willing the floodgates to remain closed a little while longer. It’s so much easier when she’s not this tired, when her body doesn’t hurt like this, when she hasn’t spent the evening replaying the events of the afternoon, projecting the hollow grief leftover from the families onto her own wayward husband. His hand smooths up and down her back, heavy and warm enough to dissipate the remaining anger until all that’s left is the fear it was concealing.

“How do I know you’re not gonna do it again? He comes back, and…”

“Well, this probably ain’t the best time to tell you, but I did invite him back, the kid too, once they’re done with the Fireflies.”

“Jesus…”

“But it ain’t what you’re thinking, it wouldn’t be like before. And I wouldn’t just take off on you like that. Even today, I would’ve come back and checked on you. Made sure you were alright.” Tommy drops a kiss on the top of her head. “You’re stuck with me. If that’s what you want, that is.”

“If that’s what I want?” Maria squints up at him incredulously. Like she hadn’t spent the day imagining the worst, imagining that their last exchange had been an argument. She almost laughs.

“Well I just thought, seein’ as you left your ring in the bathroom and you’ve never taken it off since I first put it on you…” The soft rustling of fabric as he digs for it in his pocket, then its slight weight returns to her finger. “Just thought maybe you were trying to tell me something.”

“Nothing quite so deep.” Maria sighs. “Those families today. They needed someone with them. You know how it is, Tommy, you can’t leave until they’re ready for you to leave. And after a while, I started to wonder how long I had left until... I just figured I’d better get used to it, you know?”

She swears, wiping at the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Aw, baby. C’mere.” He tugs at her gently, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, then to her lips when she doesn’t turn away. “You know I love you, right? Probably don’t tell you enough, but I do.”

He probably doesn’t, but neither one of them is very good at vocalizing those kinds of things. She leans her head on his shoulder.

He speaks softly into her hair, “Are we okay?”

A deep breath, a beat recalling the fear that she’d never see him again and now relief that they’ve still got more time. “We will be.”

[averagekindergartenfan]

• Partner

English class, 2nd period

‼️TW: HARASSMENT

(this is also very long so uhm, YOUTUBE SHORTS WATCHERS BEWARE)

Jacob was sitting in English class listening to the teacher talk about Romeo & Juliet, he thought it was pretty interesting but he probably wouldn't read it in his freetime. The teacher then stopped looking at the whiteboard and faced the students as she walked over to her desk

Ms. Lillie: "For today, you'll be partnered up with somebody to analyse the hidden meanings in each scene. I already have your partners written out on little paper strips, so you'll know who to get to :D"

"Alright, I guess I could help someone here, I do know some English linguistics anyway" He thought to himself. The teacher handed him a paper strip, so he read it and.....

"Jacob & Nathan!" ..Holy shit.

J: "...Oh! Uhm.. I kind of.. I don't know" He wanted to say something to the teacher but she was already at the other students' desks. He looked at Nathan and saw his face lit up just by a little bit... Jacob didn't really like this

*Time skip*

N: "So? You and me partners again after a while?"

J: "Please don't talk about it, I'm not really comfortable talking about our history"

N: "Come onnnn, brings back some memories doesn't it?"

J: "Yeah but I REALLY don't feel comfortable talking about that right now, we have a project to do"

N: "And we've got some life catching-up to do. So, how has is it been since you..well, left me."

J: "*writing in his notebook* I'm just fine, also could you like please focus on the project right now?"

N: "The project's due like next week, it's not like she's the type to change the date on us so suddenly. Speaking of date... You got one?"

J: "No but I'm fine without one"

N: "...You look fit to be my date, again."

J: "*sigh* Look, I don't want to talk about you and I right now, I'm just going through some stuff."

N: "Maybe I could help you out ;)"

J: "HELL THE FUCK NO Uhm, I'd rather you not"

N: "..Alright fine whatever, be a prick, not like I care. Let's do this dumb project"

*Minutes pass by and the bell rings.*

Everybody left the class and Jacob went to meet Linda, as per usual everytime class ends. All of the sudden, he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He looked back to see who it was and, it was Nathan, his now again "partner"

N: "Ay, I wanted to talk to you about something"

J: "Uhm, sorry I was about to go meet my friend, maybe we could talk later"

N: "Bullshit, we're talking now"

J: "I-... Sorry?"

N: "I gotta talk to you now"

J: "I guess? I'll just text them that I'm busy with something"

N: "Yeah just do that real quick"

*Sound of Jacob typing on his phone. "Hey so like I have to talk to somebody right now, you don't mind if I'm gone for a bit right?" He sent to Linda. She replied back by saying "Yeah sure, I got Kayla anyways so I still got company", alright cool*

J: "So like, what did you want to talk to me about?"

N: "It's about us, like why are you so avoidant now? Everytime I tried to send you a dm you didn't respond, plus you got a new girl or something"

J: "Okay uh, I just don't really feel comfortable with you now. Like in the past you just pushed me around and just made me do the things you wanted to do, and like I didn't really want to experience that again so that's why I've been avoidant. Also she's not my girl, she's a friend for now"

N: "Yeah, for NOW. Next you'll just be with her moving on as if you and me never hung out at your place like everyday"

J: "Please don't mention that, it used to be fun but then it just got out of hand"

He was sweating bullets trying not to panic in public. Why would he talk about this NOW?! OF ALL TIMES?! Jacob frankly felt like he was walking on eggshells while talking to Nathan

N: "Come on it wasn't that bad, or are you still thinking of that one time when I got you to-"

J: "ALRIGHT! We should stop talking now, I really need to go my friend's waiting for me"

N: "NOT YET ASSHOLE!"

Nathan quickly grabbed Jacob's sleeve, just before he could even form a step. Jacob flinched as soon as he did that

J: "WHAT DO YOU STILL WANT TO TALK ABOUT?! We could do this another time!"

N: "US! still! *deep breath* Look, I still want to be connected with you, and I don't want you to just kick me out of your life. I still think about hanging out with you and..maybe doing a lot of other stuff but that doesn't matter. All I'm saying it, I want you back."

J: "...Well I- *sigh* I'm sorry, but for my sake I just don't want you back in my life at all. You genuinely hurt me a lot, and I just want to move on because being with you was a terrible period in my life. Again, I'm sorry, I hope you'll be able to accept this."

N: "...Fuck you."

Jacob watched as he turned back and stormed down the hallway. He was still frozen from fear and felt his heart stop. Why hasn't Nathan gotten over him by now?? Pretty sure he has a girlfriend now, he should be happy right? All Jacob could do was just shut his mind and walk it off, he did need to meet up with his friend anyway, not sure if she's still there. He went to his locker and looked to his right and saw usual Linda

L: "So, what did you and the 'somebody' talk about?

J: ".. Personal stuff."

L: "..Like what? Hope you don't mind me asking"

J: "I'd rather not talk about it"

L: "Oh, that's fine"

He tried to hold back tears and tried to relax his throat. Talking to him brought back awful memories, especially when THAT happened...

...Why is he my partner?

[sassypainterangel]

i think

i think too much

i can’t think

there is everything in my head

the denying people denying me

there is nothing in my head

there are too many things

that i need to think.

my brain won’t think fast enough for my thoughts

and i’m not sure if you can understand

but the only way i can get the words out is masking

pretending i’m normal

i’m not normal!

this isn’t normal.

i’m not sure if you understand

when there are too many things in your head

and you need more input

but there are too many things in your head

so the input is really just to drown it out until the tides goes out

because the moon doesn’t work on my sea

c

see?

can you see me?

are we playing a game?

the only option is not to play

you can’t lose

global thermonuclear war

and what about the blind man who drives the van

and drives because he’s being directed through his earpeice

kinda like rally

the baja 1000

is there anything longer than that?

what about SNEAKERS

what about WIRED

and the holy trinity?

is jesus christ coming back

will he save me?

are there too many references?

maybe we just aren’t in the same world

what if midgard

ugh!

it irks me that the marvel movies aren’t accurate to actual norse mythology

ALL THE DOORS ARE OPEN NOW

what has lady odin done?

the black box

there was a black box in sneakers too

raise the temperature of the room to body temperature

so the heat ministers can’t detect you

still move slowly

walking on eggshells

see the bullets fly up through the floor in the elevator shaft

Jason Bourne was actually better than Bond

because of the visual gore

and eye gore

what about biblically accurate celestia?

was Discord a reference to satan?

And did Eve actually eat the fruit first

or did Adam eat it

blame it on eve

and eve learned. copied

blamed it on the snake

is that why men have an adam’s apple?

because they ate the forbidden fruit

but there are too many people killed by god

i’d rather worship satan

yes i’m glad they weren’t enslaved

but then why not free the slaves in the South?

the nile never filled with blood

it was something to do with sulfur

and why are we tasting the science?

i know baking is chemistry

but why is it so obvious when the chicken sizzles

with baking soda and sodium

are there too many referances

can you keep up?

you’re talking too slow for me to keep up

i’m drifting off

into my own world

my worlds are better than this shit

i don’t want to deal with this shit

the OCs in my world

keep me company

no im not lonely

why would you think that?

only children are raised by the kids in their head

the ones they invent

i invented my world

divine creation

[fangswbenefits]

RUBY! Omg the last chapter! Was it really over 4k words? I felt like I read it in 3mins flat. So good. The angst and pining is as usual just chefs kiss :-*. And the way you are having Astarion deal with his trauma is fairly realistic for him. He doesn't trust people and doesn't understand where his limits are, because they have always been trampled by others. And he's probably thinking - I've done this before, why cant i now? And ya know, he's impulsive, he just wants what he wants, when he wants it and doesn't understand why he can't get there faster (he's almost 300 years old, I'd be pissed too lol). Trusting the person he's with is key, being shown that he can say no, that he can do things without committing to a 2 hour seduction fuckfest and relaxing with mild touching can be very gratifying.

Please don't let people rush your development. I come from the Stucky fandom, where SA trauma and healing are a huuuge part of most narratives. These things take time. I think the people that are being fussy are just not used to having to wait for the 'pay off' and are expecting instant gratification. Please don't give it to them lol. There are plenty of fics they can read with more immediate spicy bits as the fandom is rapidly growing, so they'll be fine lol.

As for the heat/pining. Holy shit. I know they are both so fragile and are walking around on eggshells, but god damn is there a need for physical touch and healing, and I can't wait to see how you explore that. Just cuddling and mild touching can be so powerful (not to mention hot). I hate that it's currently with Ava. I don't hate her, I want to, though. I mostly just want her to be very pissed off. I still maintain she's his accountant, and they are trying to cripple BGs economy, but she's just semi nude all the time.😝 but also, fuck Ava. But preferably not by Astarion.

Which brings me back to the people trying to rush the sex...do they not see the potential for all the comfy sex that could come later? All the kinky shit that might be, between two people that want and trust eachother?

Long story short, love the new chapter. Thanks for reading my novel of an ask. Gotta go check out all the other places and sing your praises there too. Omg, 500 messages on the discord thread, jesus. I have to catch up!

I love how thorough your feedback is 🩷 thank you so much, friend!

Tomorrow's chapter will be more chill (in a way) and I'm hoping to address some of your points here 👀👀👀👀👀

[samijey]

Based on your last answer, do you think even after everything Sami kind of doesn't Associate Jey with the bloodline? Like separate almost, like he knows Jey doesn't want to be there? He legit felt safe enough to approach him alone in a dark corner not even entertaining the fact Jey could attack him.

It's like Roman and Sami both know Jey has one foot out the door, his heart isn't in it, he just needs the right push, hear the right thing. Sami is trying to talk to him, Roman lies, manipulates and apparently now trying to murder him. Jey is torn, I love they didn't drop this. It's still so clear, who knows what would have happened if Solo came down and got his ass back in gear. It's only a matter of time and everyone but Jey knows this.

As a reader and writer Jey is so compelling.

God anon I have so many thoughts about everything you just said... for me, the moment Jey stood up for Sami at the trial, he became... okay this is going to sound corny but bear with me, he became the shining light in Sami's life - Sami had already betrayed Kevin and likely felt so bad about it that he'd temporarily given up hope of ever making amends with his best friend.

After months and months of puting himself through constant physical pain and even worse emotional pain, always walking on eggshells because Roman would constantly test him over and over, and he was never quite sure whether a beat down was just around the corner or not, Sami had visibly had enough at that point.

I believe Paul burying him at the trial and no one saying a word to dispute his claims was the final drop for Sami and he was just about done - this is my interpretation given the fact that he did not present a defense and that when Solo went to spike him, Sami did not struggle and instead looked resigned, as if he was thinking "it was good while it lasted but deep down I knew I'd never find a place to belong." We know that's what Sami's always wanted - either as a heel or as a face, Sami's character always works the angle of wanting respect - the Bloodline provided that for him and it came with the added bonus of companionship and essentially a family that he loved.

No wonder Sami was so happy in the Bloodline for that brief period when things were good - he had respect, he had a place to belong and he had a family??? What an amazing deal!

So when it looked like all of that had crumpled to dust at the trial, that's the moment Jey stops Solo's arm and that's when everything changes and suddenly Sami has another chance and holy shit this guy he worked so hard to befriend loves him to the point of sticking out his neck for him??? For Sami Zayn, the eternal underdog? The conspiracy victim? The guy who got mocked constantly backstage by his peers? The person who had marred Roman's win/loss record with that ugly defeat on Smackdown against KO and Cena? And after he'd promised a victory too? Damn.

Like, anyone in Sami's position would have been absolutely taken with Jey in that moment, that act likely meant everything to Sami and that's a big reason why he can't stop trying to save this man who saved him at a time when he probably felt unwanted and unloved. Jey stepped up and told everyone that Sami was not only loved but also wanted in this family - the fans all putting their ones up was such a beautiful cherry on top of all this 😭😭

So yes, I'd say Sami sees Jey as "separate" from the Bloodline in some way - he very much knows Jey wants out (he can see it all over Jey's face just like we at home do!) and he keeps hoping that talking to Jey will give him the push he needs but clearly it's not working so we know something substantial is going to happen to finally make Jey snap out of it and it will be PAINFUL.

And finally, to your last point about how, as a reader and writer, Jey is so compelling? YES, I FEEL YOU! I mean, just look at the lenghts and lenghts of text I've been writing in these replies, clearly I'm not okay 😭🤧🤧