#but the moment that any of them realize it's hell

[cybrasigilism]

NSFW alphabet with Player 125 (Park Min-su)

warnings: smut and all things of the like ofc | these are my headcanons for this character, please be respectful even if my personal opinions for the character differ from yours :)

character: park min-su (player 125)

A/N: i know this isn’t the best gif but player 125 gifs are slim pickings apparently! if i could figure out how to make my own gifs i so would

MDNI! 18+ content ahead, reader discretion is advised

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A= Aftercare what are they like after sex?

↳ he would definitely go for the standard cuddling post-sex, he especially loves being the little spoon so you can stroke his hair (that and he can nuzzle his face in your chest)

B= Body part their favourite body part of theirs + their partner’s

↳ he’s quite self conscious about his own body, but if he had to pick a favourite it would be his hands, because he can touch and hold you with them. as for a favourite body part on his partner? he would tell you he loves your lips, but deep down he’s a tits man through and through.

C= Cum anything to do with cum

↳ he will always warn you when he’s close, whether it be verbally or with a tap on the shoulder if he’s too far gone. he will also never cum inside unless his partner states it’s okay.

D= Dirty Secret self explanatory

↳ you know what they say, it’s always the quiet ones. and that is too true for our guy Min-su. he may seem meek and unassuming on the outside, but when it comes to sex he’s totally a freak, and that’s all apart of the appeal

E= Experience how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?

↳ he doesn’t have a ton of experience, but he isn’t completely in the dark. he understands the basics, and trust when i say he definitely knows what he wants. but, when it comes to his first time with someone new, he gets super nervous and prefers it when his partner shows them what they want and how to do it right

F= Favourite Position

↳ Cowgirl. he loves being able to see your face when you guys are fucking, but in that same breath he feels much more confident under you then on top. don’t think he’ll be letting you do all the work either, when he really gets into it he’ll grab your hips and fuck up into you

G= Goofy are they more serious in the moment or are they humorous?

↳ at first, he would be way too nervous to really say much of anything when you guys have sex, hell, he’ll even try to hold back his moans/whimpers because he’s so shy in the beginning. however, when you guys have been together for sometime and he gets more comfortable, he takes fucking you very seriously. he won’t goof off or be silly but if you crack a joke amidst the fucking™️, he’ll laugh

I= Intimacy how are they in the moment? the romantic aspect

↳ because he’s so nervous at first he always double checks that he’s doing something right and that you’re feeling good. he needs assurance before moving forward in any aspect of the sexual experience, he just wants to know that he’s making you feel as good as you’re making him feel

J= Jack off masturbation headcanon

↳ he’s very into mutual masturbation; the idea of you getting off on the idea of him while he’s jerking off to you is something he finds super hot. for solo time, he has a habit of edging himself, something unintentional at first but he quickly realized it made the climax feel 1000 times better

K= Kink one or more of their kinks

↳ slapping (being slapped). begging. overstimulation. blindfolding. i’ll leave it at that

L= Location favourite places to do the do

↳ while Min-su may be open to a bit in the bedroom, he would also like to keep it in the bedroom. no public sex of any kind for this guy, he gets too anxious with the constant looming risk of someone walking in on you two getting it on

M= Motivation what turns them on? what gets them going?

↳ as much as he’s lowkey embarrassed to admit it, he totally gets aroused whenever you boss him around. also, if you whisper anything suggestive in his ear, he will melt in your hands right then and there

N= No something they won’t do

↳ he doesn’t like to be the dominant one in bed, he finds it too daunting and again, feels more comfortable when his partner is the one in charge

O= Oral preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

↳ he would rather get head than give it, and that’s purely because he doesn’t feel like he’s good at giving oral. he’s not out of this world by any stretch of the imagination, but he does need to give himself more credit. he also is quite vocal when you give him head, and will grab your hair when he’s close

P= Pace are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.

↳ he definitely starts out slower, not only for you to adjust to him but also for him to build up confidence, but he will pick up the pace either when he gets more into the groove of it or if you ask him to. he tries to be rough if you ask for it but he always feels really bad if you wince or cry out, he would much rather you be rough on him than the other way around

Q= Quickie their opinions on quickies, how often?

↳ he wouldn’t be opposed to a quickie now and then, but he prefers for you guys to take your time when it comes to fucking, generally

R= Risk are they game to experiment? do they take risks?

↳ while he gets anxious at the very idea of public sex, he is more than willing to experiment in other aspects. of course, you guys always have a safe word for when you do end up experimenting

S= Stamina how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?

↳ min-su’s stamina is quite surprising, he can typically last for 3-4 minutes. however, as long as his partner is alright with it, he is always willing to go past the initial release, and at most will go 5 or so rounds

T= Toys do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?

↳ he 100% owns a fleshlight. nothing crazy, but it gets the job done. he is also game for his partner to use any toys they might have during the act

U= Unfair how much do they like to tease?

↳ he might try to tease you a bit, but it’s too adorable how flustered he gets when you turn the tables on him tenfold

V= Volume how loud are they? what sounds do they make, etc.

↳ the more comfortable he gets, the more vocal he becomes. he tends to just moan and whimper, usually getting more high pitched the closer he gets to release. if he does get a word out, he usually says something along the lines of “it feels too good” or “don’t stop. oh god please don’t stop”. he will call you mommy if you’re into that

W= Wild Card a random headcanon

↳ surprisingly good at fingering. he also loves it when you call him “good boy”

X= X-Ray what’s going on under the clothes?

↳ now i’m not saying he’s crazy jacked, he’s definitely a softer guy, but he’s slightly buff. he’s average sized, 5 1/2” when he’s hard

Y= Yearning how high is their sex drive?

↳ he doesn’t have a super high sex drive, like he isn’t chomping at the bit constantly to fuck you, but he certainly wouldn’t turn down the offer if you were DTF

Z= Zzz how fast do they fall asleep afterwards?

↳ this sweetheart would try to stay awake until you dozed off, but he just gets so comfortable in your arms that he falls asleep way before you do.

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another reminder that all advice and constructive criticism for my writing is welcome and requested! i’m always looking to improve my skills. i hope you enjoyed :)

[hiriajuu-suffering]

Okay, hear me out on the Sword Art Online IP.

Watching the cinematography and the subtle character moments in Progressive shows Reki Kawahara is actually picking up how to write his characters rather than plow forward with the plot. Only reason I've really been keeping up with franchise at all is Fairy Tail and SAO often get lumped together as the bad, gratuitous fanservicey shonens of the early 2010s.

Don't pay any mind to the fact, as far as organic character progression goes, the big 3 of this decade: Demon Slayer, Jujistu Kaisen, and My Hero Academia, are vapid shells of character development compared to the amount of reading between the lines authors wanted you to do for characters a decade ago. I don't like bad stories, but SAO, at its core, was never one of them.

How it was executed the first time was.

I was always of the opinion the first 14 episodes of SAO is 25 episodes of material spliced through because the manga had so little material to work with, probably because Reki Kawahara was focused on the metaphysics of the story rather than making it emotionally moving in a way that isn't jarring. The Aincrad arc is what made the show the most iconic anime of its time and all the time skips made things less connected. This is how I would've mapped out the show, given what we know about the material now.

Episodes 1-4: Town of Beginnings, early stages

Episodes 5-8: Moonlit Black Cats & Nicholas the Renegade

Episodes 9-10: Silica

Episodes 11-13: mental health, laughing coffin, the murder mystery

Episodes 14-15: Lisbeth

Episode 16: rare rabbit episode

Episode 17: the floor 74 episode, but instead of Heathcliff challenging Kirito immediately, Asuna/Kirito run away from the frontlines here because they came so close to dying.

Episodes 18-22: all the floor 22 material (spanning over months, not weeks w/ the fishing episode as a side story), ending with all of the Knights of Blood Oath having resentment towards Asuna/Kirito because no progress is being made without them, forcing Heathcliff to then challenge Kirito to a duel.

Episode 23: the original episode 10, I actually think it's fine if this is rushed. Only change is Asuna resigns as Vice Commander before they fight the skull reaper.

Episodes 24-25: the original episode 14, paced properly. Asuna & Kirito fight Heathcliff together instead of damseling Asuna, she falls in battle and Heathcliff realizes they both overcame the system because of their will to survive for each other and not themselves.

I think this might've fixed the pacing issues, but Progressive has went above and beyond to show all the new arcs aren't just ass-pulls from things that weren't shown in Aincrad, but things you can realistically place through the story. After all, I'm writing this in a time, in-universe, Asuna is supposed to be stuck in ALO in canon. Speaking of ALO, SAO abridged has just written ALO perfectly as it was produced, but the Fairy Dance arc always felt like it should've started a new season and Fairy Dance, Extra, Phantom Bullet, Calibur, and Mother's Rosario could've all fit in 24 episodes: FD (7), Ex (0.5), PB (10.5), Calibur (2), MR (4). Biggest problems with the SAO story through the pre-AR arcs

Sugo's character was laughably evil and making Asuna's father out to be a dumbass when her mother is supposed to be the point of trauma

The entire incest angle. SAO abridged literally fixed it.

Dumb MMORPG race-bait narrative politics

Sugo hearing about Kirito but literally no one in ALO respecting him even when he shows he's cracked as hell

The duel with Eugene could've been far less convoluted if you needed a fight scene because it created suspense exhaustion

Literally none of the sexual assault was needed. Brainwashing is enough of a crime, this was literally a thought of "the female fans won't care enough unless the boss of this arc is a pedo".

Asuna's damseling continuing after Fairy Dance

Forced sexual tension between Sinon and Kirito

Crazy exposition dumps

Lack of compersion between Asuna & Sinon. This sullies the way Kirito handles Alice and her overall character. Almost every fan recognizes the story would be better served removing bad harem elements with ones that illustrate you can love your friends platonically and equally (see Klein), regardless of gender.

Those issues, I feel, Reki Kawahara has recognized and we're seeing him rectify in his writing. Ordinal Scale, as a film, was limited by the series writing, but, in context, it was a perfect film for what it was doing. Both Alicization seasons were a step up, but still showed flashes of the bad writing that gave SAO its reputation.

Eugeo was well-written, Alice Zuberg was setup to be a phenomenally written character, the fact Alice Synthesis Thirty feels no imposter syndrome or reconnection with Zuberg is self-defeating to the narrative.

Eugeo is just Sachi written properly

Lack of parallels of Administrator's behavior to Sugo's made the narrative less sound

Imposition of top-down A.I. as irreplaceable humanity before they suffer from the eye thing when an artificial fluctlight were basically just NPCs anyways - maybe paint Asuna as the norm and Kirito having a broader definition of human worth from that war meeting?

Xenophobic propaganda

Gabriel Miller's motivations????

Mind control gimmick after Eiji/Yuna appeared was dumb. Eiji should've beaten Vassago and Asuna should've finished him by speaking with Eugeo's spirit on how to use the combo Kirito used on him to trap him the underworld. Asuna, as the literal goddess of the underworld, Staccia, should've been the Mary Sue.

Bercouli was literally just there with nothing defining

Leafa just being there as a plot device and to get molested

Higa being too much of a fanboy to save the queen's fluctlight?? Really???

Alice being recognized while Asuna/Kirito aren't when they go back into the underworld

A lot of people were saying Alicization was what SAO was supposed to feel like, I still am of the mind its potential fell flat. Sinon, Yuki, and Eugeo are the only 3 characters that have been strong in my view, and, as a Lisbeth, Leafa, and Yui fan, the failings tend to stack up.

If Progressive is any indication of what things can be, unital ring will be my favorite arc. You can wrap up Asuna & Kazuto's human story without damseling Asuna and without it getting in the way of how Klein, Silica, Lisbeth, Leafa, and Alice should be growing as people. Sword Art Online is best when Asuna is strong and Kirito sustains her, but not vise-versa. Sword Art Online is best when we can reasonably see how Suguha is the best irl sword-player in the group, not Kazuto. Sword Art Online is best when they put together character-writing like Eiji. Unital ring feels like it's supposed to be a story that doesn't need to tug a hanging thread from the Aincrad arc to spur on the plot, and that's where the actual story development can get interesting. The biggest flaw with SAO is it's been extracting everything it can out of all the time skips it did because it rushed through its foundational narrative, without really challenging or reframing how we look at the story since episode 14.

I want to believe that's what Reki Kawahara is doing with unital ring series being written. Otherwise, there won't be any payoff to the series and Kirito is the biggest self-insert isekai harem protagonist and nothing more than that. If the theming of the series says anything, it's that the world deserves more life than presenting another ghost of Aincrad.

So yeah, call me cringe, but I'll still be looking at SAO as what can fix anime, even though it created a lot of the problems we have with it now. I don't think anything else can.

If we ever get separated again, I swear I’ll find you, and come to your rescue. Because, Asuna, you’re my partner, all right? Yes.

[merakijinx]

Jinx as Your Girlfriend (Part 1)

Author’s Note:

Hi! It’s merakijinx here, at first this was supposed to be a list of headcanons but then it kinda developed into a short story of how Jinx and reader’s relationship developed. I don’t want this fandom (especially the Jinx lovers part) to die haha so..

I also don’t know how to check for the word count I apologize, but this isn’t super long. This is the first time I’m writing something on here, and this also isn’t a serious AO3 story type shit, just a fun thought dump?

Hope you enjoy!

Before Dating ｡𖦹°‧

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ When Jinx first saw you, she didn’t think much of you. At most, she thought you were physically attractive— “easy on the eyes”.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Until you began being popping up in her life more, persistent to be around her. It was annoying & uncomfortable at first, because she wasn’t used to people wanting to be around her.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ It didn’t take long for her to warm up to you though. She tested you with pranks, pinned harmless glitter bombs on your back, set up booby traps just to see your reaction, to gauge if you can really keep up with her.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Your energy somewhat intimidated her. The way you wouldn’t look at her in fear when she came, or how you weren’t just counting the seconds until she finally left you alone. You liked being around her, and it was all new to her.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ She was even more confused when you started showing your true colors. Whether you become more kind and gentle, or more playful, or more quiet.. It intrigued her how full of life you were, and that also scared her.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ When she finally accepted that you would just stick with her no matter what, she let her guard down around you as well.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ You became her new best friend, the one person that would listen to her ramble on and on about her inventions.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ She would show off her weapons to you, and explain how she created them.

“And this here is my trusty Pow-Pow! She’s seen all sorts of things, real fighter, this one. It’s like she’s got a mind of her own..”

“I blew up the council with this, you know?” She says as she lifts up her rocket launcher.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Your presence certainly brightened up her life, but she couldn’t help feeling like she didn’t deserve you.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ You were just too precious for a cruel world such as this. You didn’t deserve to go through any struggle or pain, and that’s all she would bring you. She’s a Jinx after all, right?

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Even though her mind is telling her to push you away, a selfish desire inside her wants you by her side. She scolds herself for being so selfish, keeping such a good thing like you with a bad person like her.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ As time passed, you two only grew closer. When she brainstorms about her new inventions, she would also take into consideration your ideas. No matter how unrealistic they may be, she will find a way to incorporate them into her works.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ She found herself creating trinkets and weapons dedicated or inspired by you.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ At the corner of her desk laid a pile of papers with messy doodles of you two together on all sorts of adventures. Most of them were scratch papers to draw out her ideas for her weapons, but suddenly you were there on the paper holding the gun she was drawing.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ One or two Polaroid photos of you two would be pinned to the frame of her shattered mirror.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ It was one night that you decided to stay over at her place, that she realized she had feelings for you.

The world seemed to brighten up along with the sound of your laughter

How beautiful you looked when you were against the warm light.

You two were sitting together on the couch, talking and laughing, until you two stopped to catch your breaths and just soak in the moment. Jinx’s gaze flickered to your lips for a moment, observing the gentle outline of your bottom lip, and your cupid’s bow— then back up to your eyes.

‘What the hell are you doing, Jinx?’

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ You crashed on her couch while she slept on the other side of the hideout, in her own bed. She was watching you sleep peacefully on the other side, painfully unaware of how much pain Jinx has caused so many people. And there you were, sleeping safe and sound in the very home of one of the most wanted criminals

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Jinx reflected on all her memories with you. That time when you would listen to her rants, when you would laugh at her jokes or nonsensical muttering, when you wouldn’t run when she had an episode. She wanted to keep you safe, and most of all, she wanted to keep this thing going. You are possibly the best thing that’s happened to her in… a long time, after Silco died, after everything went to shit. She didn’t want to ruin this. She’s got something to live for now.

That’s when she realized, on that very night, in that dimly lit, silent hideout, that maybe… she developed something for you.

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I might make this into an actual story, maybe.

[daryltwdixon]

Watching from the Sidelines

Daryl x Reader

more pining! more angst! A continuation of the story I’ve been putting together based on songs I love. Part 1 & 2. This one is more of a drabble.

inspired by Phoebe Bridger’s Sidelines

Daryl still sits on the edge of the porch, his fingers absently twisting the strap of his crossbow. The early morning light stretches long shadows across the ground, but it does nothing to chase away the knot that has taken root in his chest. He’s been up since before dawn, unable to sleep���not with his mind running in circles, not with the thought of you still next to him. You linger, vivid and inescapable, like the sun gone from his vision but leaving behind the afterimage of the conversation you’d tried to have this morning.

He hasn’t lied outright. Not really. He was drunk last night, drunk enough to let himself slip, to kiss you, to say things he’d never let himself think about in the daylight. And now? He can’t stop replaying it. The press of your lips against his, the way your breath hitched, how your touch lit a fire in him before he pulled away like a goddamn coward.

His jaw tightens, the strap creaking under his grip. He told you he didn’t remember anything—brushed you off like it was nothing—but he remembers everything. Every second.

And he feels like a fool. For saying those things to you, for kissing you without warning or permission, for letting himself slip when he knows better.

The thing is, Daryl Dixon wasn't afraid of anything. Not walkers. Not the world going to shit. Not even the idea of dying out there, alone, just another nameless body in the dirt. He’s always figured he’s living on borrowed time anyway, so what’s the point in holding onto something? Nothing to prove, nothing to lose.

But then there’s you.

You, who look at him like he’s more than just another body. You, who have this way of making the world feel a little less cruel, a little less empty. You, who kissed him back, even for just a moment, like he’s someone worth wanting.

And now? Now he isn’t so sure anymore.

Because for the first time in his life, Daryl has something to lose. And it scares the hell out of him.

It isn’t just the kiss—it’s everything. It’s the way your laugh pulls at something deep in his chest. The way your voice softens when you say his name. The way you look at him, even now, like you haven’t given up on him, even when he’s wanted to give up on himself.

He isn’t built for this, for feelings like these. Hell, he doesn’t even know what to do with them, let alone what to say to you. All he knows is that he can’t screw this up—not when you’re the first person who’s made him feel like there’s something in this world worth holding onto.

He lets out a heavy breath, running a hand over his face. The sun is higher now, warming the porch beneath him, but it does nothing to ease the chill in his chest.

He doesn’t deserve you. He’s told himself that a hundred times. Knows it’s for the best to keep you at arm’s length. But the truth is, he doesn’t care. He wants you anyway. Wants you so bad it makes his chest ache, makes every thought feel like a battle between holding onto you and letting you go before he ruins everything.

Daryl glances over his shoulder, his eyes catching your movement through the window. You’re still padding quietly around the downstairs, your steps slow, shoulders drawn inward. You stop by the counter, leaning on it like something heavy has settled over you, your head bowed as if the weight of the world has finally found you.

He turns away quickly, swallowing hard, the knot in his chest twisting tighter. He isn’t sure how to feel about any of this—about you, about what you make him feel, about the way you’ve turned his whole damn world on its head.

Shit.

He thought pretending not to remember was the easier way out—for both of you. But now, seeing you like this, seeing how let down you are by his refusal to acknowledge last night…he realizes just how wrong he’s been.

All he knows is that he doesn’t want to go back to watching the world from the sidelines. Not anymore. Not now that he’s met you.

Daryl stands abruptly, the crossbow forgotten as he pushes away from the porch. His boots hit the steps with purpose, his heart hammering as he crosses the short distance to the door.

He has to make this right. For you. For whatever was left between you after he nearly ruined it all.

Daryl stands in the doorway, his hand gripping the frame for a second before stepping inside. You’re still in the kitchen, your back to him as you fiddle with something on the counter. From the way your shoulders hunch, he can tell you aren’t just busying yourself—you’re trying to hold yourself together.

The thought twists something sharp in his chest. He hasn’t even given you the chance to talk about it, about what happened, and then he went and made it worse with his excuses.

He isn’t good at small talk, and he’s definitely not good at starting these kinds of hard conversations. So Daryl takes a step closer, his boots heavy against the floor. He hesitates for a moment, his hands flexing at his sides, before speaking to your turned back.

“I lied,” he says, the words rough and uneven.

That gets your attention. You jump slightly, startled by his presence, and then you slowly turn to face him, your brows furrowed in confusion as your brain tries to catch up to him. “Daryl—hey. What—what are you talking about?”

His jaw tightens, his gaze dropping to the floor before he forces himself to meet your eyes. “I remember."

Your breath hitches, your eyes widening as the words sink in.

“I remember,” he says again, his voice quieter now. “all of it. Every word, every—” He stops, swallowing hard before trying again. “I didn’t forget. Just didn’t know how to say it. Didn’t know if I should.”

You stare at him, your hands gripping the edge of the counter behind you like it’s the only thing keeping you upright. “Why would you lie about that?”

“’Cause I’m a damn coward,” he admits, the frustration in his voice clear. “I thought… if I pretended it didn’t happen, maybe it’d make things easier. For you. For me. But seein’ you like this? Knowin’ I hurt you by not sayin’ nothin’—that ain’t easier. That’s just me bein’ stupid.”

Your heart thuds painfully in your chest, his words hitting you harder than you’d expected. “Daryl…”

He takes another step closer, his hands twitching like he doesn’t know whether to reach for you or not. “I meant what I said last night,” he murmurs. “Every word. I know I shouldn’t feel like this, know it’d probably be better if I kept my mouth shut, but I can’t stop thinkin’ about you. Can’t stop thinkin’ about what it’d be like to… to have somethin’ with you.”

Your lips part, but no words come out. His eyes search yours, raw and vulnerable in a way you’ve never seen before, and it makes your chest tighten all over again.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “For lyin’, for messin’ this up. But I had to make it right. Had to tell ya the truth, even if…” He trails off, his voice catching, but he doesn’t look away. “Even if it means losin’ ya.”

For a long moment, the only sound in the room is your unsteady breathing. Then, without another thought, you close the distance between you, your hands reaching for him as you pull him into a kiss.

This time, there’s no hesitation. No uncertainty. It’s full of everything you’ve both been holding back—real and impossibly tender.

When you finally break apart, his hands stay on your arms and yours remain tangled in his shirt.

“It would take a lot more for you to get rid of me, Dare,” you whisper, your voice trembling but steady. “You never have to worry about that.”

Daryl lets out a shaky breath, his fingers tightening their grip ever so slightly as they slide to your waist, grounding himself in the feel of you. His forehead presses against yours, and for a moment, his eyes close like he’s still bracing for something to shatter.

“Scares the shit outta me—all this,” he mutters, his voice low and rough, the words tumbling out like they’ve been trapped too long. “But... but I want it. I want you. Always have.”

“I want you too, Daryl,” you say softly, your hands lifting to cup his face, his stubble rough against your palms. “You don’t have to be scared. Not with me.”

His eyes open then, meeting yours, and there’s something so tender in them it makes your chest ache. Vulnerability, relief, and something warmer, deeper—a flicker of hope that hasn’t been there before.

His thumb brushes against your hip, and his voice drops even lower, almost like he doesn’t mean for you to hear it. “Don’t know if I know how to do this… but I’ll try. For you, I’ll try.”

Your lips curve into a small, trembling smile as you lean in, pressing your forehead to his again. “That’s all I need, Dare. Just you.”

And for the first time, he doesn’t feel the need to pull away. To retreat. He just stays there, holding you close, letting himself believe that maybe, just maybe, this is something he can hold onto. Something he deserves.

[thenewestxmen]

Wade and Logan, after returning from the Void, realize fairly quickly that there wouldn’t be any room for both of the men and blind al, and dog pool. After a long talk and a lot of convincing, Logan agreed to ask the professor to live in the mansion. Of course, Xavier heard that a version of Logan was alive and was living in wades universe. When Logan makes colossus do the talking to Xavier, he immediately agrees. Of course, all of the X-men are thrilled to have their teammate back. They were all hesitant about Wade coming too, but they agreed. Logan was of course nervous, the last time he saw the X-men, it was in his home universe, his X-men were dead at his feet. But as Logan’s jeep pulled into the driveway of the mansion, emotions flooded through him. Wade noticed this and grab his hand, squeezing it with reassurance.

“It’s ok, take your time.” Wade says, sounding genuine. Logan smiles, sitting for a moment before finally shifting in his seat, opening the door. They both grab a box full of clothing, when they knock on the door, Logan’s heart drops when Scott is the one to open the door.

“Logan! Buddy! So good to see you!” He says. But when he turns to Wade, his enthusiastic smile disappears.

“Scott, hey…” Logan manages. But when he sees Scott’s glare at Wade almost makes Logan angry.

“Scott. This is my amazing, handsome, talented boyfriend, Wade.” Logan says protectively. Scott seems to take a hint, he gives a half baked smile, shaking wades hand.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Cyclops.” He says in a stern tone. Wade takes it and smiles in return. They walk in, going to their room. Wade sets down the box on the bed, “Jeez, Scott looks like I’m going to add to his totally obvious control issues. I’m going to have to turn into the Van Wilder of this place.”

“Who?”

“Nothin’. Let’s get Mary, I left her in the car.” Wade says, skipping along. As Wade gets Mary Puppins, Logan meets with the rest of the team. It’s a bit hard for him to see them all again, as he sees them all so happy and… alive. 

as Wade came back in, Mary Puppins in hand, he sat next to Logan on the couch. They were talking to Ororo and Jean, both still a bit puzzled as to who Wade was.

BAMF

“AHHHH WHAT THE FUCK!!” Wade yells at the top of his lungs.

“Logan! Mein Freund!” A blue man poofs out of nowhere, grabbing Logan.

“What the fuck?!” Wade says, staring at Logan hugging a blue demon.

“Wade, this is Kurt! He’s a teleported.” Logan explains. It’s hard for Wade to wrap his head around it all. Just then, a woman in a pink dress with wild red hair beside the white strands on top, followed by a tall muscular man in a crop top with an insane hairstyle walk by. The woman starts to fucking fly… wades mouthy drops open as the woman wraps bar arms around Logan’s neck.

“Logan! I heard you’d be back, though I’d never see you again, short stuff” the woman says. Logan smiles, his muscles relaxed.

“Wade this is rogue. Rogue, Wade.” Logan introduces rogue to him, she smiles and waves. Her southern accent is clear. 

The tall man gives a playful clap of his palm to Logan’s shoulder. “Nice ta see ya Wolverine.” He says with a Cajun accent. The second that the man sees Wade he winces,

“What in the hell happened ta you? You fall asleep on the stove?”

Wade suddenly felt self conscious. Trying to hide as much as his exposed skin as possible.

“Remy! Shut your mouth before I make you. This is Wade, my boyfriend. Treat him with some damn respect, understood?” Logan said protectively.

Logan introduced Wade to Rogue and Gambit, but the words still hurt. Usually, no one really commented on wades skin in that way, usually, apart of them was usually joking, but Gambit looked genuinely disgusted. Wade quieted down for once. As he met the rest of the team, he only spoke few words. Everyone was in the common room as they were talking. Logan finally noticed wades quietness and decided to position himself sitting on wades lap, facing him. Gambit yelled something dirty and rogue hit him playfully.

“Bub… what’s going on.”

“Nothin’…?” 

“Tell me, please?” Logan says with his puppy dog eyes.

It was hard for Wade to resist so he complied. 

“‘M just not feeling too good about something…”

“‘Bout what?”

Wade nuzzled his face into the crook of Logan’s neck, not minding the stares from the other X-men.

“My ugly nutsack skin…” he said into Logan’s neck.

Logan got off of Wade and took his hand, starting to kiss from his wrist to neck.

“I love every inch of you. Was this because of what Remy said?”

Wade once again shoves his face into the crook of Logan’s neck, nodding into both the couch and Logan. Logan glared at Remy.

“Gambit, what’s this?” Logan said loudly to gambit, pointing at Wade, who was still shoving his face into Logan’s neck. Remy just muttered confused words.

“This is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my 200 years of life.” Logan said, then lifted wades chin, kissing his softly.

The night, the two men cuddled in their bed together, so much wider than the shitty bed in their old apartment. The old bed, Logan could barely stretch out, even though he was shorter than Wade. They cuddled and cuddled, Mary Puppins at the foot of their bed. In the morning, Wade awoke to Logan stretching in the bed, his tired face droopy, adorable.

“biiig stretch?” Wade said, grinning at him.

“The bed is big…” Logan said in his morning voice Wade found so sexy. Logan got up and walked over to the bathroom, stopping at the doorframe.

“I’m going to shower.” He announced.

“Ok honey.”

“You’re coming with me.”

“O-Kay Hon-nay!” Wade said, pushing off the sheets of the bed.

They both stepped into the large, hot shower, body to body. Logan could hardly let wade step inside before pushing his lips onto wades, his kiss filled with intensity.

“Damn…” wade almost groaned. 

Logan let wade pin him to the tile wall, it was still cold, Logan arched his back, trying to make less of his back touch the stone cold tiles, only resulting in more of their bodies touching. After an (according to Wade, scrumptious) shower, they both walked down the stairs, running into Hank.

“Good morning.” Hank greeted.

“VERY good morning.” Wade said, side eyeing Logan, grinning.

“Sorry- - what?” Hank said, a little caught off guard.

“No, no, you didn’t do anything. Me and your best friend just had sex in the shower is all…” Wade said, pointing out the obvious, Logan jabbed him in the ribs.

“Oh… well, I’ll be in my lab if you need me.” Hank said, obviously uncomfortable.

Logan led Wade to the kitchen table, shaking his head.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re utterly handsome.”

authors note: should I turn this into a series or just leave this here? I have no clue. Sorry it’s been taking me forever with these posts, just having some issues with stress and stuff. So, be out with something else soon ig.

-Vee

[reggieswriter]

Micro fic I think

Warnings: Major character death, full moon, and thoughts of drowning, James loses all hope too

Word Count: 1.2k

"James! James! Cmon mate I could use some of your positivity. It'll be okay, right? Like you always say!"

Sirius begged and pleaded awaiting the usual warm smile and warm words to fill the air. He waited his eyes still frozen onto the letter explaining Regulus had died. The reason being "mysterious circumstances". He stared at the letter feeling sick to his stomach. Tears wait under his eyelids. He waits for James to make it better. For him to tell him it'll be okay and he's not actually dead. His little brother isn't actually dead and that he'll show up at some point. Instead he hears a cold harsh laugh and he physically flinches before looking up at James confused and wide eyed.

"J-James?"

He asks stuttering quietly. Why was he laughing? At a time like this? Why would he laugh at this? Especially when he needed him most. But the laugh was cold and empty almost heartbroken. Sirius felt his stomach drop even farther as he watched the tears stream down James' face and his lips curl into a broken smile. Even when emotional and broken he smiled. How ironic.

"I give up Sirius. I don't know what you want me to tell you." He said coldly

"I- that he'll show up he's not actually dead. He's- he's just tricking them so he can run or something-" before Sirius could finish James cut him off.

"There's no fucking hope Sirius. He's dead. And he's not coming back. You need to realize that because there's no hope or positivity left in James Potter at the moment. Figure it out yourself because I sure as hell know he's dead and so should you."

He replied still smiling but it felt negative. Not like he was mocking him but as if smiling would lessen the pain. Why would James be so hurt? Why is he acting like this?

It was complete and utter silence after that before Sirius started sobbing as James stared. He felt James move and crouch down and hold him. Moony wasn't here. It's a full moon. He isn't there to hold him but James is. And James is enough. Even when he wants his brother. At least he has James. His other brother. His twin.

Until October 31, 1981.

"James! James! Cmon mate I could use some of your positivity. It'll be okay, right? Like you always say!"

Sirius' voice rang in James' ears but all he could focus on was that damn letter in Sirius' hands. The letter that is ruining him this exact moment. The letter that will haunt him for years to come. The letter that broke all hope for James. He was gone. Regulus Arcturus Black was gone. No more secret letters or hidden meet ups. He was gone officially. It felt like James was drowning. All hope was lost. He would never be okay again and now Sirius was asking for his positivity. His hope. But he can't and won't find any because his star, his soulmate, is gone. Instead of breaking down or sobbing. He laughed. A cold and harsh laugh. It felt like everything was lost. What was the point of living if Regulus isn't there with him. What was the point of anything? Then he felt water. Water drips out of his eyes without realizing. The tears dripping out. The same water Regulus drowned in. He's crying. He's finally done. Done being positive. Done being happy all the time. Done being filled with hope. And so he smiles. Not one filled with warmth and hope but one of despair and heartbreak.

"J-James?"

Sirius asked breaking the silence. Poor Sirius sounds confused and terrified. He's probably confused as to why he's crying or laughing or even smiling but James doesn't care. Sirius doesn't know about him and Regulus and he never will. He won't tell him ever because him and Regulus were supposed to tell him together. Now that they can't he won't tell him. He won't make this about him. He won't break his heart twice. He just won't. Because even when broken James will not kick a man when he's down or push him when he's high. Because he's James Potter. But he also won't lie. Not now. He won't say he's alive because he knows it in his soul that Regulus is dead. He felt it. So instead he smiles.

"I give up Sirius. I don't know what you want me to tell you."

He says his words sharp and quickly. He wants Sirius to understand. There is no changing this outcome. No words can reverse what happened and he needs to feel it. Feel it hard.

"I- that he'll show up he's not actually dead. He's- he's just tricking them so he can run or something-" before Sirius could finish James cut him off.

"There's no fucking hope Sirius. He's dead. And he's not coming back. You need to realize that because there's no hope or positivity left in James Potter at the moment. Figure it out yourself because I sure as hell know he's dead and so should you."

James made his response quick. He wanted this over with. He smiled through the pain. He felt like his heart was ripped out of his chest and hopefully smiling would help rid him of this drowning feeling. He wants it all to stop and his hope dies with Regulus. It does with Regulus like it did earlier today.

Sirius is sobbing. It's what snaps him out of his thoughts. He's holding the letter to his chest and sobbing so hard it shakes his body. The sobs are quiet. He had always cried quietly but these were almost silent. Moony isn't here. It's a full moon. He's getting ready to be in pain all night long. So instead James crouches down and holds Sirius. He stops his own tears on command and holds Sirius as his body shakes and he whispers for his brother to come back. If only he knew James wanted the same thing if anything more.

James hoped this would be the last time Sirius would cry over losing a brother.

And it would be.

Until October 31, 1981.

Taglist: @aesthetic-writer18 @sweetest-thing-in-hell

[sheigarche]

girl shut up

I'm going to assume this is about Life is Strange because that's what I've been talking about the most in the last 2 months and I don't think any of my other fandoms would be bother by my posts.

So here are some hot take ideas for LIS posts I've never made because I thought it might upset some fans, but maybe I shouldn't be so quiet about it after all.

Pricefield vs DE

It seems like everything in Double Exposure was deliberately written to justify Chloe breaking up with Max.

Chloe showed that she was paranoid that Max may be using her powers to manipulate the relationship to make it work and that's exactly what Max did to Amanda and got call out for it in the end.

She also expressed how Max is unable to let go of the past and is haunt by it. So most of the game we see Max (and the player) holding on to it and struggling to move on until the very end. Some fans still can't do it and doesn't want Max to do it, but that's exactly why Chloe left.

Many people didn't realize it, but Max was struggling to establish herself as a real photographer in the years she was with Chloe, but quick became famous and recognized in the years after they broke up.

To me that's the game trying to sell the idea that they are better off without each other.

Chaseprice

Victoria and Chloe's posts in DE don't show anything explicitly romantic, it could just be friendship, but the intention to make it look like something more is pretty clear to me.

The writers chose sentences like "can you handle it, Chase?" and "I'll buy you a beer" on purpose and know exactly what the players will think of it.

Besides Victoria shows a desire in going from wherever she lives to see Chloe, and then Chloe makes plans to do a little detour to go see Victoria. Whatever this relationship is, they're making it work long distance with effort on both sides. Mutual interest.

I wouldn't be surprised if in the sequel we see one post or two subtly hinting that they're actually together. A picture on Crosstalk, maybe a comment from someone else on their posts.

Hell, I can even imagine an art gallery event of some sort where Max is invited and can bring her chosen love interest and Victoria is there with Chloe as her date... And that's how the devs manage to have a natural last conversation between Max and Chloe in person to give closure to their relationship.

And I kind of expect Victoria to come to them at some point, a little jealous or just proud of her girlfriend.

Langfield

Some people keep saying that Max wouldn't be interested in Vinh... But that's wrong.

The reality is that it was the first game's choices and Max's journey is what makes them fit together so well.

Yes, okay, maybe 18-year-old Max wouldn't like this emotionally dry 28-year-old Vinh. Maybe 18-year-old Max would have liked way more to know the enthusiastic drama student 18-year-old Vinh, who dreamed of being an actor.

Now this 28-year-old Max, full of traumas and complexes knows enough about life to see through 28-year-old Vinh's walls and realize that he is not dry, but afloat and barely keeping himself together. That's why she can really connect with him, as a friend or more.

It was the traumas and secrets that made her interesting to Vinh, just like his traumas and regrets are what make Max interested in him.

They fit together because they share some similar emotional experiences and they know how the other might be feeling in certain situations. And when they are together, they can laugh about it, have fun and be themselves, even if just for a moment.

Amberprice

Honestly I left this fandom years ago without shipping Pricefield or Amberprice, because of some reservations about Chloe's character. But now I'm back because of DE and I decided to finish Before the Storm... I can't get Rachel out of my head!

Seriously, what's this magic in their scenes and why can't I stop watching them on loop?

I always thought I had a crush on Max, but I actually have a crush on Rachel Amber of all characters. Maybe I am Chloe Price all along 😂

You know a ship is good when it changes your perception of the characters.

[losers-clvb]

mayor's banquet pt. 2 // sam winchester

pairing: sam winchester x female!reader

summary: you and sam do not get along. after a hunt where you're put in danger, you're forced to come to terms with the fact that you two are more compatible than you think.

content: enemies to sort of lovers, canon typical violence, arguing, maybe out of character sam and dean, no use of y/n, reader is about to be killed at end

word count: 2.7k

note: i lied. it's gonna have to be three parts. sorry! but the last part will be out later today (it's currently 1:25 am on 1/2 for me), and that will contain the smut. if you haven't already, read the first part of this before continuing on, and if you were looking forward to the smut, check out my other sam winchester fic. for everyone who has liked and reblogged the other fic, thank you so much!

masterlist

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You woke up to a low chuckle at the end of the bed. You were first confused, then you felt a pair of muscled arms holding you close. Your own arms were wrapped around Sam, putting the two of you in a very damning position. And there, at the end of the bed, was the witness to this. Dean, who shot you a bright smile.

“You look so sweet like this.” He said, in his typical Dean sarcasm. “Not like the usual pain in the ass you two normally are.”

You moved away from Sam, waking him in the process. You looked each other in the eyes, daring the other to speak. This ended with you moving off the bed, already missing the warmth that Sam had offered you. It had been a couple years since you had woken up in someone’s arms and it had been nice for a moment. Until you realized they were Sam’s and you knew there was no way you could ever have admitted to enjoying his company.

Dean laughed again as Sam sat up. The older Winchester brother looked like he had been up for a while, having already gotten dressed and ready for the day. It would be a long one. You three had to think up a way to kill not only George Wilson, but also the rest of his family. It wouldn’t be easy but when was it ever easy in any situation you found yourself in.

“Guess he’s a cuddler, huh?” Dean joked and nudged you with his elbow. Laughter danced in his eyes while a storm cloud stirred in yours. You weren’t enjoying his little game of embarrassing you, and from the look on Sam’s face, he felt the same. You turned away, hauling your bag onto the bed. As you moved to go into the bathroom to change, you felt eyes on you. They weren’t Dean’s, he was currently outside on the phone, chatting away to Bobby. You moved your head ever so slightly to catch a glimpse of the brunette watching you move. You scowled, causing him to look away quickly. You assumed he was so invested in you because he was searching for some way to make what had happened your fault. If only you knew what was going on in his mind.

Sam had known he was in love with you for around a month now. He felt it when his heart fluttered when you were around. When you smiled or laughed, making him want to do the same. It was something he wasn’t prepared for when you had joined their team. In fact, he had hated you at first. He truly thought you would just get in the way of saving his brother from going to Hell. That you would just be another person he had to keep safe. Somewhere between then and now he had seen keeping you safe as a basic responsibility rather than a chore. He had wanted to tell you, but as far as he knew you hated him. So, out of some sense of self preservation, he had begun to put walls up around him. He would argue with you about small things, like where everyone would eat. If you wanted to fight, then he would fight. He tried not to start them, but sometimes, you would do just the right thing that would make his heart reach for you, and in a sick way to protect himself he would lash out on you. It didn’t make sense, but love didn’t make sense, right?

As you opened the door to exit the bathroom, you came face to face - or face to chest - with Sam. You looked up at him, frowning when he didn’t move right away. He cleared his throat before shifting to let you pass, but your shoulder still brushed him on your way out. You tilted your head in confusion and turned towards the now shut bathroom door. You were still staring at it when Dean came back into the room.

“Are you trying to memorize the wood grain? We got things to do, come on.” He spoke in his usual joking lilt. You turned to face him and rolled your eyes. His words did get you moving and you continued the things you had to do.

“Does Sam seem… weird to you?” You asked with a low voice, careful to not let Sam overhear. Dean looked at you with a smirk and you instantly regretted saying anything.

“Well, are you sure you didn’t try to feel him up in the middle of the night?” Dean waggled his eyebrows. The door to the bathroom opened to reveal a confused Sam.

“Who’s she trying to feel up?” Sam asked which caused you to roll your eyes again, this time in real annoyance. You quickly finished what you were doing before walking out of the motel room and slamming the door behind you.

----

It was already dark out by the time you had made it outside the bar. You were slightly early in hopes that you could get there before George to prepare yourself. Unfortunately, he had beat you there. You had to admit that he was handsome. If you could get past the whole immortal being who performs human sacrifices, he would be quite the catch.

You walked towards him and the only sound in the area was the clicking of your heels. You had gone shopping this afternoon for a second hand formal dress and shoes, alone because Dean hadn't wanted to sit there and there was no way you were asking Sam. The get up wasn't your usual style due to the limits in movement it put on you but it was better suited to the occasion than your usual jeans and t-shirt. When you revealed the outfit to the boys, it was like watching a reality makeover show. Dean shot you a few suggestive comments, yet Sam was silent. You could have sworn you saw his jaw flex and a fire roar in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, good or bad, about your change.

“You look beautiful tonight.” George spoke with a flirty undertone.

“You don't look too bad yourself, Mr. Wilson.” George was wearing a suit, minus any kind of tie. You watched as his eyes lit up in what reminded you of a cat when it set its eyes on a mouse. It left you feeling uneasy but you told yourself that Sam and Dean would be around all night long with weapons far deadlier than the knife you had hidden on your side.

“Oh please, Mr. Wilson is my father.” George told you while taking you hand in his again. This time you were prepared for the chill and held through. You smiled warmly at him as he led you to the banquet.

----

An hour had passed by before you spotted Sam and Dean. They were dressed in their usual suits, the ones they used to pose as FBI. You locked eyes with Dean and he sent you a charming smile. Sam only rolled his eyes and turned away as George spun you in circles. You had only been dancing for a few minutes, but you were already starting to forget why it was so important to kill this man. He was so charming, so patient, so…

“Who are those guys? Your brothers… cousins maybe?” You heard the words close to your ear as George held you close, dancing to a slow song. You laughed softly at the idea of it.

“Just close friends.” You replied as you felt his hand fall down your back. You watched as Sam and Dean turned a corner, going to find the room where you were supposed to lure George. They looked to be arguing, or more of Sam arguing while Dean laughed, assumingly making jokes about whatever Sam was frustrated about. You held on to George, forcing yourself to not get caught up in his glamour. Your eyes darted to a clock on the wall, seeing that it was almost the time when you were supposed to sneak the man away.

“Do you wanna go somewhere more… private?” You purred in his ear. You felt both of his hands go to your hips.

“Anything for my dazzling date” was the last thing you heard before being led in the same direction Sam and Dean had gone.

----

Meanwhile, Sam was absolutely losing it. Dean knew everything. Every thought Sam had about you, every feeling. He had figured it out a small amount of time before Sam had, seemingly knowing his brother better than he knew himself. Of course, his first reaction to his little brother telling him was sliding a condom across the motel table while you were out. Little did Dean know that he would become his brother's sole confidant. Any time you made him flustered or angry, Dean had to hear about it. Tonight was no different when he spotted George's hand on your lower back.

“Come on Dean, why couldn't we have done this without her? Left her in the room where she would be safe and not have some immortal man groping her.” Sam whispered angrily. He listened to his brother chuckle, which only made him huff out a breath.

“This was her plan, Sammy. She knows what she's doing, and she needs to be the one to do it.” Dean replied as he searched for any lingering guests in the hallways. The last thing he needed was some old lady asking why he was there.

Sam knew his words were true. Of course he did. It was the same for him when they were looking for Azazel. He needed to kill the demon that had killed his mother. It still didn't stop the image of you so close with George flash behind his eyes every time he blinked.

Once they reached the room they needed, they started to set up. Rope and duct tape hidden behind a vase to contain the family members when they entered the room. They made sure any other exits were blocked off. They couldn't mess this up. Overnight, there were two more deaths, which left one sacrifice before the only time in this century to kill the family would pass. They knew whatever scared townsperson that was chosen would be hard to deal with once the fighting began, but there wasn't much they could do about that.

Now, all they had to do was wait for you and George to walk through the door.

----

You didn’t remember when it had started, but you were making out with George Wilson. It felt like you were in a dream. Your head was fuzzy and his hands were everywhere. The pair of you moved down the hallway in a tangle of limbs. His kiss was rough with no intent to bring you pleasure. You knew you should stop, knew this was wrong, it was all wrong. But you couldn’t. Maybe, just maybe, George was good. Maybe he was against everything his family had done. You were almost ready to throw the whole “killing him” thing out the window when you heard him say your name.

You stopped with a sharp intake of breath. You hadn’t told him your name. It hadn’t come up all night, he hadn’t asked, and you were sure you had never said it. You pushed away from him. He hung his head low as a laugh rattled from his chest. His eyes had lost the charming glint from earlier.

“You never told me your name, did you?” George asked. He stalked towards you while you backed up. Eventually your back hit the wall and you reached for the knife on your thigh. You could feel him growing closer and once he was within range, you swung your arm towards him. The blade nicked his cheekbone, causing a trickle of blood to run down his face. That was all it could do however, because he grabbed your wrist and twisted it until you dropped the weapon. You cried out in pain and hoped it wasn't broken.

“Do you really think you can kill me? Your great grandmother couldn't.” George sneered as he pushed you to your knees. He grabbed you by your hair and dragged you to a nearby room. It wasn't right. No, this wasn't the right room. Sam and Dean weren't here, the weapons and ropes weren't here. You scratched at George's arm and though it drew some spots of blood, he didn't even flinch.

“And your mother? God, she was a sorry excuse for a hunter. She was never going to kill me, kill us.” George rambled on as he threw you to the middle of the floor. You fell with a thump, trying your best to regain your thoughts. How could you do this by yourself, how could you get out of this? You felt George's hands on you again and you kicked at him. What was he doing?

He jumped away, but not before wrapping his hand around your phone. He opened it and searched through the contacts. You could feel a throbbing pain on your head.

“Ah. Here we go.” George said, smiling at you. He kneeled down to your level. “The Winchesters, a troublesome pair. You're going to tell them everything was a mistake, that you had it wrong like the stupid bitch you are, and I'll consider killing you quickly. You falter once and I kill all three of you.” He growled out the last part while daring you to object. You breathed in, still trying to find a way to get out of this. He had to have weapons somewhere, right?

He held the phone up to your ear. You heard the ringing of the line trying to go through before someone picked up. When you heard your name, something flipped in your brain. Sam. The stupid son of a bitch called Sam. You knew what you had to do, how you could tell them without actually saying it.

“Sam, I was wrong. About everything. It's some local asshole who's killing people. George and his family, they're good people,” you cut a glare to George with the last three words, “they wouldn't hurt anyone. Just go back to the room. I'll meet you there after the banquet.” You paused, waiting for the man in the other line to catch up to your words.

“Um, okay?” Sam replied, confusion lacing his words. “Are you sure? You were pretty adamant about this yesterday.”

“Yes, I'm fine. Just - I gotta go.” You stopped, trying to make your next set of words believable to George. “I love you, Sam.” You felt the phone pull away as George snapped it shut, ending the call. You rolled your eyes, feeling nothing but annoyance and hatred for the man in front of you.

“Aw, wasn’t that just so sweet?” George mocked you as he walked about the room. He was gathering items as he walked. He held braids of ribbon, one of which he tied snugly around your head as if it were a crown. It was then you knew what he was doing. You were the last sacrifice. You knew he was going to kill you, but you just assumed it would have been after everything was said and done. He snatched your hands together before tying them in front of you with another ribbon. He pulled you to your knees and forced you into a position that made you look like you were praying.

“You know, I killed your great grandmother. Yeah, she was difficult at first, but it was oh so sweet to slice my blade across her neck.” George pulled an ancient looking knife from a drawer. He walked a circle around you as if trying to take a mental picture of this moment. He stopped behind you. You felt his cold touch on the side of your head and his cold blade touch your neck. You closed your eyes, feeling fear wash over you. This was the closest to death you had been. Your heart felt like it was about to stop in your chest. You hoped Dean would find you soon, hell, you were to the point of wanting Sam to come to your rescue.

“And I bet your blood is going to look just as beautiful.” George finished.

[pepis-benis]

happy new (wip) year (wednesday)

swanqueen season six au (we getting these girlies some fucking therapy and a joint)

“I- um… it’s to help me, uh, sleep,” she offered, stumbling over her words but making no move in an attempt to put out the burning joint or hide it in any way; it was too late for that. She expected a sharp remark about the so-called sheriff doing drugs, how she was supposed to be a role model. But there came no reprimand, no reminder of their son sleeping inside, no words at all. Regina simply joined Emma, leaning against the porch railing beside her and staring off into the storm brewing over the bay. As the silence between them settled, Emma brought the joint back to her mouth, taking a long drag before exhaling slowly and carefully; there was no way she was letting weed smoke blow over Regina Mills. Regina said nothing, made no acknowledgment of Emma at all.

So they stood there, watching the storm’s slow advance. The air was thick, moisture hanging heavy in the motionless night. Emma kept smoking; Regina kept standing there. It was kind of nice. The anxiety Emma had been experiencing around Regina abated, a calmness overtaking her mind. Her knees felt tingly, and her elbows did, too. She dared to break their unspoken agreement to not look at each other to find that Regina was beautiful. She knew that already, but it hit her suddenly just how beautiful she really was. Her hair had gotten longer, feathering out around her shoulders. Her face was more angular, sharper than it had been, but the softness Emma had missed was still present in her eyes, a gaze reserved for Henry, small children, and animals. And Emma. Regina had started affording her that look before everything went to Hell. Fuck, she had missed it.

“What’s so funny?” It took Emma a second to process that Regina had spoken. She blanched when she realized she’d been caught staring.

“What? Nothing,” she stammered, bringing the joint back to her mouth. She really needed to put it out, go inside and get some actual sleep, but she couldn’t be the one who broke this moment, not when Regina was standing there all beautiful, looking at her with her special eyes and an eyebrow cocked in amusement.

“Please, you’ve been side-eyeing me and grinning like an idiot for five minutes,” Regina challenged, turning to face her. A slight breeze cut off the storm through the warm night just to torment Emma by mussing dark hair across an expectant face. Her hand was up before she had command of it, shaky fingers tucking errant strands of hair behind Regina’s ear. The pads of her fingers brushed lightly against Regina’s cheek, perhaps a bit more than she had meant, but she was rewarded with a little intake of breath, then a smile. It was a small, broken smile, one that had weathered raging seas and uncounted battles, fallen to pieces but saved to be fit back together. It found hold deep in Emma’s chest, catching and pulling at something that had long been buried, pushing her heart up into her throat.

“I just missed you,” Emma finally blurted. Shame took over as the words passed her lips. She had missed Regina, but it was her own fault, unable to face the other woman until their son intervened. The amusement didn’t leave Regina’s face, the soft little smile broadening.

“You’re baked,” Regina accused. Emma spluttered.

“What? I can’t just miss you, I have to be baked to miss you? Also, who says baked anymore?”

“I say it when you’re obviously baked,” Regina shot back. “Does it really help you sleep?”

“Why, your majesty,” Emma drawled. “Surely you’re not interested in trying an illegal substance.” She grinned, feeling the giddiness and stupidity flood her in a way it hadn’t in months. Regina rolled her eyes, and it was like a lighthouse had been lit. Emma’s chest was burning hot, something she couldn’t name tickling the back of her throat, begging to come to light, to be named. She swallowed it down in favor of basking in Regina’s indignation.

“Medical cannabis has been legal in Maine since 1999,” Regina informed her. Then her head tilted, dark eyes peering into Emma’s being. “This is medicinal, right, Sheriff?”

“Of course, Madam Mayor,” Emma returned the honorific, bringing the joint back to her lips with a grin. Regina shook her head, turning back to gaze at the storm. But the smile stayed on her face, growing ever so slightly. Emma couldn’t stop smiling.

[capyphoenix]

Thoughts:

- fia didnt know k was coming to the gala nor was she supposed to come and was informed last minute so they added her seat right next to max because where else would she sit

- they broke up, she found out about the baby in brazil and got back together during Portugal summer vacay and thats when she told him because a) the wedding was before that (if my memory serves me right, she was in brazil alone, went back to Monaco and they left for Portugal after that) and she looked miserable during the wedding b) first pic of him holding her belly (insert pic of her holding his hand over it and a wine glass in her other hand at lunch) c) she kept going on and on about that vacation being the best and the happiest time ever

- he knew/knows he fucked up big time thats why he didnt tell his family right away (maybe he told them they broke up and didnt know how to explain why they got back together) and jos probably found out because max was acting too anxious or weird as if he's hiding something huge and thats how he knew, in the interview jos said that he knows max too well and felt it before he told him.

- the miracle baby stuff is bullshit mg is saying and making up since the baby was sent by a fate (🤮) to manipulate max to think that it's a sign they're meant to be or some narcissitic bullshit similar

- max wanted to have alone time with his mom and sister and explain everything (why he's informing them his gf is pregnant 6 months later to be more specific) and hoped he would fix their relationship but miss attention couldnt handle not being the center of attention and came unexpected and uninvited

- from the race day in qatar, I think vic and sophie realize and understand more than ever how much they're not in max's life anymore and won't be doing any effort moving forward+ I think Max also realizes how bad the situation is

- k was dying for people to know she's pregnant during the season but since max's family didnt know she couldnt do anything, in Qatar she rushed to go last minute since they now know, she came to the race, made sure the big gossip page posted about it so she can convince max to reveal it during the last week-end so she can have her moment of glory (i can imagine her saying sm like "omg people caught on we have to put it out there")

- max is pushing her to be more private (ever since the scandal with pov) and with the pregnancy thats why she's not posting as much as she did with p and she makes her friends post in advance so people will still talk about her and she posts later to act as if it's not her doing (yes im talking about the polaroids because how does someone post a nye story filled with "cute" couple pictures of her friend, like cmon be less obvious)

- i think he's on automode trying to figure out what to do with himself because bro looks lost, everything contradicts itself, the whole thing is a pr disaster and he knows he looks like a hypocrite

- prediction : she won't post the baby because thats "demure" and what celebs are doing aka hailey and gigi for example but I can see her either not being able to not do it or have her friends do it for her (and I think this might be the breaking point for Max in both scenarios)

YALL the situation is so messy and something is for sure going on behind the scenes. I'm trying to find a logical pov into the whole circus but it's HARD. I'll be back with more and i'd love to know what u guys think!

Yes yes yes

Except the not posting the baby part. Because no way in hell can that bitch resist.

[jayjxmaybank]

as kiara passed by them, heading back toward the chateau, jj couldn’t help but notice the sudden change in her. the confident energy she usually carried had evaporated. her shoulders were slumped, the weight of something invisible pressing down on her, and there was a slight tremor in her step as if the air around her had turned too heavy to bear. her gaze stayed ahead, avoiding everyone, her body language so guarded, it felt like she was trying to retreat into herself. jj’s chest tightened, a knot of guilt forming as he watched her. she looked so small, so vulnerable in that moment, and it struck him deep.

his first instinct was to go after her, to fix what had gone wrong, but then doubt crept in. was it too soon? did she need space? was she regretting what had happened between them? fuck. the thought hit him hard, like a sharp kick to the ribs. the truth of it all slammed into him—he had just crossed a line with his best friend, the kind of line that couldn’t be erased. the thought made his stomach churn, and he felt a sickening twist in his gut.

he was pissed. pissed at john b for not keeping his mouth shut, pissed at pope for even coming outside when it was so damn late. what the hell were any of them doing up anyway? the situation was already going to be messy enough without them adding fuel to the fire.

what had he done? he had put kiara in a position where she was completely exposed, vulnerable to the kind of judgment she never deserved. the last thing he ever wanted to do was make her feel like this—awkward, embarrassed, and alone. and yet here she was, retreating from the very thing she’d once felt safe in.

shit. shit, shit. his mind spiraled, a growing sense of regret and frustration gnawing at him. the line they had crossed—whatever it was—was irreversible. it was like a door slammed shut in his face, and there was no way back to the way things had been before. the weight of it all sat heavy in his chest, suffocating him with each breath.

"shit, dude," john b muttered, his eyes wide as if he had just realized what he had just done. "i-i'm sorry. i didn't mean-"

"it's kie," he seethed through his teeth as he stepped forward. "you're a fuckin' idiot for not thinkin' twice," he bumped into his shoulder as if he had finally made up his mind. he was going to her, regardless if she wanted to see him or not. it was still his best friend.

as he made his way through the back door, leaving his two friends outside he looked around the house, hoping to find her in the living room, but all he saw was pope sitting on the couch like the dumbass he is -- he didn't mean that..he was just pissed, no actually -- he did mean that. "where is she?" he asked him and all he gave was a point to the bathroom.

with that, jj crossed the room and hesitated for a moment before knocking. "kie?" he called through the wood, his hand laying against the wood. he didn't know what to say, so he closed his eyes and dragged a deep breath through his lungs. "kie, i -," he struggled to get the words out, so instead he opened the door to find her leaning against the sink, her grip tight.

The tension in the air was thick, but this was a different kind of tension than earlier. Before, it was a hot tension, one that Kiara could drown in and one that she knew would never be satiated, no matter how many orgasms they provided for each other. Now, however, it was a cold tension, suffocating in a bad way, one that made Kiara want to crawl out of her skin and never return.

As John B picked apart her flimsy lie, Kiara bit the inside of her cheek, listening to him and JJ argue back and forth. Instead of defending herself, however, Kiara kept her eyes on the ground as she made her way into the Chateau silently and went straight to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

The panic was settling in as she looked at herself in the mirror, lips swollen and eyes bloodshot and a bruise forming just below her jaw. Her eyes widened and she sucked in a breath, trying to keep herself from fully spiraling but not knowing if she even had that kind of restraint anymore. JJ had just had his fingers inside of her, he knew what she looked and felt like when she orgasmed. "Fuck," she groaned, gripping the sink.

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Aventurine.

[arolesbianism]

Thinking abt Sif Odile duo looping au again and I wanna be able to plot everything out more coherently but act 5 eternally looms overhead and boy I do not wanna look up

[orangetintedglasses]

It was... so easy. Almost too easy. Even with Wolfwood struggling for a moment, once he figured out what he needed to spark the process, the link between them formed as easily and as passively as breathing-- and Vash could feel the undertaker's presence as it wound around his own.

So he can do it...

He'd been too embroiled in kicking himself that he hadn't even thought to hide that stuff away before they connected, and it was far too late now; Wolfwood was there, and Vash was focused on the feeling of being the recipient of the connection, eventually opening unfocused eyes to look up and into the face of the other; similarly entranced by the patterns on Wolfwood's skin.

But the undertaker was talking. Talking and laughing, and the sound reverberated through the entirety of his physical being-- forcing Vash to snap back to the (human) forefront just to stop, and blink, and watch as Wolfwood started to squirm. What was he...?

... oh. Oh. Alright, he, uh--

Any internal grumbling was swiftly silenced. Most of his thoughts were as desire strolled right on in, pushing everything else aside like it owned the place and leaving Vash's face as red as the ribbon dangling between them. Fascination followed close behind, but it was a definitely a secondary character-- hell, maybe even a tertiary one --compared to the heat and the affection and the lust that found purchase again. Those feelings all reached out, brushed against the undertaker's mind... just to let him know, loud and clear, just how fucking hot the blond found that move.

Yeah. Yeah, that was the welcome he'd been expecting-- because who the hell had time to be embarrassed or pouty or self-loathing about whatever when their partner had found yet another way to be so goddamn attractive--

"G-guess I'm not the only one with tricks like that..." Vash breathed, blinking wide, still-glowing eyes at he just... stared at the ribbon. Remembering himself and his own physical presence, he realized that now he could get Wolfwood flush against the wall. Now he could get in close enough; nudging that ribbon aside with his face so he could rest his chin in the divot of Wolfwood's collarbone, and look up at him with warm, hazy eyes.

Kiss me. Kiss me kiss me kiss me

Wolfwood cocks an eyebrow, scanning Vash's expression before he offers himself up for the connection. It seems... complicated. Very Vash-like of him to be overthinking something right before they bang, luckily he won't be able to hide stupid thoughts away from him if they're surface level like that one clearly was.

"Aw, I don't get to see your pretty eyes?" Wolfwood rumbles in a soothing tone, attempting to remember how to do the Plant thing. It was so easy before, not that he meant to do it, but here he is admittedly nervous. What if he messes up? Is this dangerous?

Swallowing down his fear, Wolfwood clenches his eyes shut and tries to focus. Focus on... Vash. Focus on... them. Together. Gunsmoke, whiskey, flora, and sweetness. The taste of Vash's lips, the way he feels when he's the one on top, the clamminess of their skin touching in the throes of passion... he closes his eyes and he's there, experiencing everything all at once.

The broken crown of Plant markings manifests across his forehead and temples while his eyes alight with a starry white glow. He leans forward as if beckoned and it's as if they're sparks on tinder, the way they immediately, seamlessly connect to each other. Eyelids half-lowered, Wolfwood catches his breath as he admires Vash and his perfectly symmetrical patterns. Hypnotic. They're so... hypnotic.

... And then instead of being welcomed into their shared space, Wolfwood just gets a headful of 'should've untied him's and awkward grumbling. He laughs, then begins to shuffle and wiggle against Vash's body, clearly doing something with his hands against the wall.

"You coulda just said somethin', idiot," Wolfwood teases without any bite to it, "I'm your present, but it doesn't mean that you have to keep me tied up."

Using his entire core, he squeezes his thighs around Vash tightly and with one quick movement the undertaker is holding the perfectly in-tact ribbon in the air in front of his lover's face. He lets himself fall back against the wall once more, this time providing a much more comfortable position for what Vash intends to do, and smirks wide.

Wasn't so hard, was it?

[townslore]

discovery of the day

[didsomeonesayventus]

also hewwo i’ve vaguely returned to fic writing thanks to engage and as part of getting better at promoting my work uuhhh here (throws breadcrumbs in one convenient post) 

All the following center around M!Alear/Alcryst (alearyst? alcrear? Alal? the utterly unhinged suggestion of alal-) because oops My Favorite Dynamic, generally written as standalone

Rutilated- 3.7k, taking place between chapters 14-15, slight focus on events in chapters 10-11. Insomnia from stress turned awkward flirting turned emotional comforting.

Intergrowth- A series of 6 drabbles totaling 2.5k that take place from chapter 7 through post-game in sporadic leaps. Covers a broad spectrum of crushing angst to fluff, arranged chronologically kind of like an outline of the relationship on the side of the main plot, built around the idea of moments where they held hands

Thanatophobia- 1.3k, post-game. Alear has a nightmare because (kiragi vc) war is heck! especially when you’re dragon jesus and go through protagonist bullshit that people somehow expect you to be just Okay With.

so yeah oops finally found fic topics to latch on to and remembered I might dare have a writing following/finding people who want to read over this way so if u find this post rad or interesting please have at it and enjoy!